At the beginning of July, Meng Zezhi set off from Raozhou Prefecture and rushed to Nanchang Prefecture by water to attend the township examination. Accompanying him is Lu Daoyi, a scholar of the same department.
Lu Daoyi is a native of Raozhou Prefecture, and his family background is also good. His grandfather is Lu Zengxiang, the governor of Huguang, and he is a senior official of the third grade.
As for his father, because of his interest, he now only finds an official vacancy for the head of the seventh-rank official in the Weihe branch under the name of Qingjiang Shipyard.
The two met at a literary meeting, and when they learned of Meng Zezhi's identity, Lu Daoyi wanted to make friends. As the saying goes, don't slap a smiling face, but Meng Zezhi didn't intend to refuse. After going back and forth, the two became acquainted.
Halfway through the boat, it encountered many boats that turned back. After asking, I found out that it was a storm ahead. The experienced crew said that depending on the rain, it was estimated that it would take a whole night.
The boat master listened, and for safety, he discussed with the boat passengers to stop at the Jinxian County Wharf in front for one night, and then set off early tomorrow morning.
It happened that the big guy had been on the boat for two days, and he was so bored. It would be great to take this opportunity to go out and get some air, so after hearing what the boat master said, they all agreed.
Unexpectedly, hundreds of brightly lit and luxurious flower boats surrounded the pier.
Seeing this scene, all the boat passengers present were refreshed, but the boat master was worried. He had no choice but to find a remote place to park the boat.
As soon as the ship docked, the passengers on the ship rushed to the pier together.
"Brother Yunzhong." Lu Dao hurriedly knocked on the door.
Yunzhong is the name of Meng Zezhi.
Meng Zezhi was reading the reply letter written by Xiao Shi, and the letter contained nothing more than words of congratulations and concern.
Counting the time, Zhao Yijing should have disappeared by this time, but Xiao Shi didn't mention it in the letter, probably because he didn't want to distract him.
"I've found out. The quay in front is holding the triennial Hua Kui Contest. It is said that all the flower boats in Jiangxi are here." Lu Dao's eyes lit up and he said very excitedly: "Brother Yunzhong, why don't you? Let's go see the fun tonight too?"
Lu Dao's family is very strict, and he has been exposed to these things on weekdays. He has endured more than ten years of green light and ink scrolls. Now he has finally traveled far away. Without the supervision of his family, he is like a wild horse that has run away. , I want to try everything.
"Don't," Meng Zezhi thanked him for this, and he kindly advised, "The township test is the most important thing, brother Yucai..."
"I know all this, Brother Yunzhong, just relying on your strength and mine, why worry about it?" Lu Daoyi interrupted him: "What's more, I'm just going to have a look. It's a big deal. I don't need to stay overnight."
Meng Zezhi didn't take it seriously. When he really got to that kind of place and had a glass of wine, he wouldn't be able to let him go in what direction things would go.
He wanted to persuade again, but Lu Daoyi couldn't help but say, "That's it!"
After speaking, Lu Dao turned around and left, halfway through, as if remembering something, he took out two thin books from his arms, folded them back, winked at Meng Zezhi: "Brother Yunzhong, I bought this on my way back, good stuff, I'll give you a copy, don't thank me."
As he spoke, he shoved the book into Meng Zezhi's arms and left.
Meng Zezhi picked up the book and took a look. On the cover, there were four big characters written on the cover.
He casually opened it and saw a picture of a well-dressed old man lying on top of a naked young man.
Meng Zezhi was short of breath, closed the book with a snap, covered his mouth and coughed uncomfortably, holding the book, not throwing it away, or continuing to read it.
After thinking for a while, he casually stuffed the book under a pile of books on the right, then grabbed a copy of "Mencius" and flipped through it, only to barely stabilize his mind.
About half an hour later, Lu Daoyi sent someone to say that he had eaten a bad stomach, and he would not be able to go to the Hua Kui Conference at night.
Meng Zezhi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and this saved him a lot of heart.
Just mentioning this, he couldn't help but think of the picture he just saw, and instantly lost the mood to read.
His eyes fell on the pile of books on the right, and the young body was about to move...
I don't know how long it took, when a loud noise came from outside the window.
"Open the door, open the door!"
"What are you doing?"
"Search one by one, that guy is injured, he must not run far-"
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Meng Zezhi didn't hear what was going on outside the window. He was panting heavily, staring at the book in his hand tightly, clearly panicking, but he always felt that something was missing, and he couldn't let it out.
At this moment, only a crisp sound was heard, and the window was closed.
Meng Zezhi's heart tightened: "What—" people.
Before he could finish speaking, the next moment, a masked man in black suddenly pressed on him, covered his mouth with one hand, and said sharply, "Don't talk."
The familiar breath rushed towards his face, and a touch of ecstasy surged into his heart, Meng Zezhi couldn't help but nodded, a lively stunner.
Xu Shi's eyes were too explicit, as if he was being stared at by a hungry wolf. Lu Xin's heart skipped a beat. For the first time in his life, he felt a side emotion in his heart, lingering and unpredictable. through.
He averted his gaze for no reason, but he didn't expect his gaze to fall on the book "Pinning Flower Treasures" that had fallen by accident on the pillow. What caught his eye was a young man lying on top of another young man, his lower body lying on top of another. The tightly bound scene was the same as his and Meng Zezhi's current postures.
He tightened his spine suddenly, and was highly concentrated, and then he found that something was pressing against his thigh, thick and long, and getting harder and harder.
Lu Li's expression changed.
Meng Zezhi saw it in his eyes, and it was a ghost. He thought of Zhu Zhengqing, who secretly hid his short video on his mobile phone in his first life. As his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he reached out to pull the mask on Lu Li's face.
Reflexively, Lu Li grabbed the hand that was trying to make trouble.
Meng Zezhi frowned slightly and shouted vaguely, "Pain!"
The flames that had just popped out of Lu Li's head were extinguished in an instant. He let go of his hand subconsciously, but after realizing his actions, a flash of confusion flashed in his eyes.
Outside the house, the sound of vigorously slapping the door and the noise of footsteps were getting closer.
Meng Zezhi reached out and grabbed the hand of the person on his body, telling him to let go of his mouth, and then asked, "Are those people outside here to catch you?"
Lu Li reacted and twitched the hand held by Meng Zezhi. He didn't twitch. He couldn't even think of struggling, he just nodded hesitantly.
Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes, rubbed the calluses on Lu Li's palm with his thumb, and said, "How about we make a deal?"
"What deal?" Lu Li's heart fell suddenly, something was wrong, so wrong, but he couldn't think of what was wrong.
Meng Zezhi grabbed his waist, grabbed the other hand and slowly touched it down, he said, "I'll help you get rid of the pursuit, and you can rub it for me."
When he said this, his eyes glowed and his breathing was heavy, like a disciple.
Lu Li had blue veins on his forehead, and his eyes were sharp, as if he was about to kill Meng Zezhi in the next moment.
Seeing this, Meng Zezhi immediately let go of Lu Li's hand, bowed low, and coaxed, "Don't, don't, don't, just kidding, kidding..."
Xu Shi Meng Zezhi's tone was too indulgent, and Lu Li was stunned.
Just then, there was a hurried knock on the door.
"Open the door, open the door quickly-"
Lu Li suddenly tightened his spine.
Immediately following Hong Wu's voice, it sounded: "This is the residence of the ninth son of the Duke of Song's mansion. I see who dares to be presumptuous."
As he said that, there was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
"Don't worry." Meng Zezhi reassured: "Watch me send them away."
Saying that, he exerted a little force, picked up Lu Li and put it to the side, picked up the quilt to cover him, put down the bed canopy, and got up and got out of bed.
"What's going on?" As he walked out, Meng Zezhi clenched his hands.
The door opened, and two groups of people on the corridor were arguing.
"Master." Hong Wuhu stood in front of the door, turned his head and nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the thugs in Tsing Yi opposite.
Keenly aware of the bloody aura of Hong Wu and the others, he knew that they were in trouble. The middle-aged man at the head immediately put away the stern look on his face, and bowed his hands with a knife: "I have seen the son."
"Well." Meng Ze knew the answer, and asked again, "What's the matter?"
The middle-aged man immediately said: "If I go back to the son, my master has lost a very important thing. The thief will disappear after escaping to this ship. I hope the son will make it easier."
"A thief?" Meng Zezhi frowned slightly, "I don't know who your master is?"
"This—" The middle-aged man hesitated, obviously not wanting to reveal his master's name.
Meng Zezhi disagreed: "Okay, I won't make it difficult for you."
Saying that, he turned his body sideways: "You can search, but don't be abrupt to the beautiful lady on my bed."
Hearing this, Hong Wu and the others on the side did not change their expressions, only put away the saber in their hands and stepped aside.
"Thank you, Master." The middle-aged man's heart was relieved, and then he waved his hand and rushed into the room with him.
Several thugs in Tsing Yi carefully searched the wardrobe and under the bed and other places where people could hide, and finally whispered back: "Boss, no."
The middle-aged man sniffed carefully, making sure there was no bloody smell in the air, and then he was relieved.
"go."
At the end, he pointed at Meng Zezhi and said, "Young Master, please forgive me for the harassment."
When they were far away, Hong Wu came up and looked at the bed tent behind Meng Zezhi: "Master?"
"Don't worry, I know that person." Meng Zezhi said, "Do you have any Jinchuang medicine there?"
Only then did Hong Wu feel relieved: "Yes, I'll go get it now."
"By the way, find another clean clothes, just your body type."
"Yes."
When Hongwu came back with the medicine for the golden sore and clothes, and ordered Shiqin to bring a basin of hot water, Meng Zezhi closed the door and opened the bed tent to see that he had passed out.
It was already two quarters of an hour after helping him heal the wound on his lower abdomen, Meng Zezhi reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead, took a shower, climbed into the bed and kissed Lu Li's forehead, and closed it contentedly. Eye.
The author has something to say:
Meng Zezhi: For the first time in his life, he was arrested for committing self-destruction... The evening festival is not guaranteed!
Lu Daoyi: I'm even worse. I'm obviously an upright and upright young man. Just to give you a little yellow book, I've become a lustful prodigal son.