Chi Xiaochi said calmly, "Why do you think so?"
Yan Yuanzhao sternly said, "Don't worry about what the sixth master thinks, the sixth master wants to know what you think."
Chi Xiaochi said nothing.
"When the family comes to your generation, you are the only one who stands out. Your two cousins, one is a Confucian scholar and the other is compared to you. If you say that your aptitude is mediocre, it's just too much." Yan Yuanzhao said, "If you are interested in that little servant. , Just for fun, don't take it seriously."
Having said that, Yan Yuanzhao felt inappropriate, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand to suppress the chessboard.
Chi Xiaochi focused on sorting out the relationship between the characters, so he only glanced at him lightly.
Yan Yuanzhao said vigilantly: "If I said this in the past, you would definitely turn the table with me. How did you change your sex today?"
Chi Xiaochi said indifferently, "I'm going to win this round, what table are you turning over?"
Yan Yuanzhao was immediately aroused: "The sixth master lets you go first, can you still win?"
Chi Xiaochi: "...Dare you ask when you gave up first?"
Yan Yuanzhao boldly pointed to where he made his move just now: "It's just right now."
Chi Xiaochi: "…"
Get out of the gram.
The feudal monarchy got out of the Go world.
After three rounds, Yan Yuanzhao was killed by Chi Xiaochi.
It was getting late, and Yan Yuanzhao, who was still unfinished, was thrown out of the General's Mansion by General Shi on the grounds that "I have to go to bed early, and Mr. tomorrow has morning classes".
When he got into the carriage, Yan Yuanzhao still refused to give up: "See, I let him."
However, Qu Ying hesitated: "... Sixth Prince."
Yan Yuanzhao went to check what kind of incense was burning in the incense burner of the carriage today: "What's the matter?"
"Chess returns to chess, and wine returns to wine." Qu Ying whispered, "Qu Ying is bold, don't forget the purpose of your friendship with the major general in the first place."
Yan Yuanzhao put the lotus-petal-shaped bronze cover back in place, and remained silent.
He pushed aside the beaded curtain with a gold fan and looked out.
In front of him is the plaque of the General's Mansion. The brilliance of "General Zhennan's Mansion" has survived seven generations.
The "Hongfeng Yi Cai" in the library, the "wave light and cloud shadow" in the three pavilions, and the "Praise Zhong" in the main hall, more than half of the plaques in the general's mansion are his father's calligraphy, written in his own hand, and bestowed by his own mouth, what kind of honor .
But from the appearance alone, the brick walls of the General's Mansion are gray, not decorated with gold and jade, low-key and introverted, standing quietly outside the splendid royal city of Wangcheng.
The Shi family is the fortress and attendant of the Yan family for generations.
He lowered the curtain and said loudly, "Let's go."
After Chi Xiaochi was out of the scene, before he could catch his breath, another minor trouble came.
A-Ling asked, "Young master, please clean your hands and have dinner."
The food was not bad tonight. The first product is yellow croaker in soup, the first product is boiled cabbage, the first product is bean sprouts ham, the first product is steamed pork, a cup of three fresh soups, and a small bowl of wontons. Take the clearest soup and cook it.
Chi Xiaochi glanced at the dishes, and said, "One meal for Mr.
While serving him vegetables, A Ling said, "It has already been delivered. Mr. has a weak spleen and stomach, so he sent less meat that was difficult to digest, and added an extra bird's nest."
Chi Xiaochi stared at A Ling's hand.
A Ling drew hot water, dipped it in a towel, twisted it all out, and wiped Chi Xiaochi's hands: "Young Master will do everything on your mind, Zi Ling will do it for him, please rest assured."
Chi Xiaochi was wiped and lost his appetite. He raised a chopstick and ate two chopsticks. Feeling it was a bit of a waste, he said naturally, "You didn't eat either, right?"
A Ling smiled and seemed to be accustomed to this kind of honor: "Thank you for the reward."
After all, he quickly fetched spare bowls and chopsticks to eat while standing.
... It seems that Shi Tingyun and A Ling are really closer.
In contrast, Ashu is more verbose.
A-Ling's name is Chu Ziling, A-shu is from the Bai ethnic group in southern Xinjiang, and his Chinese name is Li Ye-shu. Obviously, they all came from people who have read books. It shows how carefully his father chose people around him.
Compared with Li Yeshu, who was possessed by a Tang monk, Chu Ziling was more clever and thoughtful in his life. He was born with a pair of peach blossoms and smiling eyes, and a three-point smile. He was very likable, but he did not lose his frivolity.
When he was about to finish the wonton soup in Chi Xiaochi's bowl, he added it at the right time.
Chi Xiaochi asked kindly, "What are you laughing at?"
A Ling said frankly: "The son's health has improved, and Zi Ling is very happy."
Chi Xiaochi took the soup bowl: "Where have you been?"
"Young Master is so worried about Ziling, Ziling is extremely frightened." A Ling smiled, "But please spare Ziling, if Ziling is by his side, the sixth prince will definitely avenge the last three sons."
Chi Xiaochi hummed, and ordered, "Clean up the master bedroom. From now on, the master will stay in my room."
This made A Ling stunned for a moment: "Young Master?"
Chi Xiaochi said in a righteous manner: "Recently, my father often comes here with books and reports about the border. I have a lot of things to ask my husband. My father told him to talk more with him, and sleep with him on the same bed as a sign of respect."
"Yes. Ziling wrote it down." A Ling responded accordingly, "It's just Ziling alone, so the tidying up will be slower. After dinner, Ziling will send some people from the outer courtyard to help clean up."
"Where's Ashu?"
"You probably forgot to sleep?" A Ling said, "Young sister A Shu is doing housework in Qi Yuan's house outside the city, and you specifically allow A Shu to go out to visit her on the thirteenth of every month. Today is the day A Shu visits relatives. Ashu went out for a few hours late to take care of your body. Before leaving, he still remembered the young master and said that he would go to the Turkic caravan to buy some meditation spices for you to use."
Chi Xiaochi didn't say a word, secretly memorized some key sentences, and planned to go back in the evening to have a good conversation with his husband.
But in the evening, Chi Xiaochi's whole body was completely hollowed out.
The son-in-law is inconvenient to move, so the eldest son must serve him wholeheartedly, including grooming and bathing.
Lou Ying's body is very thin. Due to lack of sunlight, her skin is bloodless and her legs are always weak. She needs someone to hold her before she can take a bath. The wooden barrel is too restrictive and inconvenient, so the two went to Fuzhong Tangchi. .
The tattoos on Lou Ying's face were nothing to be proud of, and they were usually concealed and hidden from the public, so Chi Xiaochi specially supported the people to serve.
Everyone in the general's mansion has been trained, and they know what to say and what not to say.
It is said that this son-in-law has been ill for a long time on the couch, and is afraid of light and cold, so he avoided people, but he also wears a power fence at night.
This body is rather light. After slapping Lou Ying in the yukata into the water, Chi Xiaochi immersed him in the soup pool, and was a little dizzy from the sulphur-smelling heat coming towards him.
He asked Lou Ying: "Is it hot?"
Lou Ying sat by the soup pool and gently cleaned the tattoos on the corners of his eyes: "Fortunately, I don't feel anything in my legs, it's just a little numb."
Chi Xiaochi took a deep breath quietly and tried to convince himself.
What's this, little scene.
When he was a child, he went to the bathhouse with Brother Lou, and almost dehydrated in the steam room in order to be able to handle the heat better than anyone else. In the end, Brother Lou found out that his condition was not right, so he took the initiative to admit defeat, took him out, and bought it. A cold drink was placed on his cheek to help him wake up. When he woke up, Brother Lou held the back of his neck with one hand, opened the can, and fed him orange soda.
Chi Xiaochi's heart softened at the thought, his mouth was filled with the faint fragrance of orange soda, and his courage became much stronger, so he took the initiative to approach him and wipe his legs and back.
Chi Xiaochi was afraid that he would develop bedsores, so he lifted his legs, covered the key points, and carefully cleaned the legs.
The skin on his body was very white, and when he rubbed it, it turned red. Chi Xiaochi braked, fearing that it would hurt him, and as a result, rubbing his body turned into touching his body.
… the air is filled with sulphur that can’t be suppressed.
Lou Ying bent his body, gritted his teeth and endured it again, before clenching his fists and saying softly, "... um. Okay."
Chi Xiaochi felt that he did a good job, so he turned his head and said, "Have you washed it?"
Lou Ying tried to put up one leg, blocking part of Chi Xiaochi's vision: "For the time being, no need. I'll take a bath by myself, you go and wash it."
Chi Xiaochi was also a little uncomfortable, rubbed his face that was reddened by the heat, turned to one side, and kept a distance from Lou Ying, and his heart became quieter.
After a long while, Lou Ying's tense body relaxed slightly, exhaled, and turned his face to ask him, "Who do you suspect?"
After Chi Xiaochi was in a relaxed mood, he played happily with the water: "There are problems."
Yan Yuanheng's temperament is too restrained, and his thoughts are not difficult to guess, but no one knows what the consequences of his thoughts will be.
Ashu, from a slightly embarrassed background, will go out regularly, so it is worth paying attention to.
Lou Ying asked, "Where's A Ling?"
Chi Xiaochi said: "To be seen. He practiced martial arts, and there are traces of tape on his hands. Nothing else can be seen, only that he is indeed favored by Shi Tingyun."
He paused: "Yan Yuanzhao..."
In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with Yan Yuanzhao himself, but he is too close to Shi Tingyun, just like brothers, there is no estrangement, and it is a bit strange in itself.
Lou Ying moved at this moment.
He supported the side with one hand, used the water to float, came to Chi Xiaochi, knelt down between his knees, and forced him to retreat.
Chi Xiaochi suffocated.
But before his heart beat faster, Lou Ying said, "Yan Yuanzhao."
He put his index finger on Chi Xiaochi's temple.
Qu Ying's conversations with Yan Yuanzhao in the carriage were all heard.
Lou Ying explained briefly: "I met him once. I put something on him."
The two of them kept their business in mind, and after taking a bath, they returned to the room. During the period, they talked all the way and gathered up the existing information.
Chi Xiaochi carried Lou Ying onto the bed, placed it on the inside properly, and covered it with a thick quilt. Then he turned on the bed, blew out two candles, and rested beside him.
Not long after the spring, the sky was still a little chilly. Considering Lou Ying's body, a heater was installed in the house.
Chi Xiaochi was a little hot, so he only covered his waist and abdomen with a quilt, and thought about things with one hand behind his head.
Lou Ying was close to him, looking at his eyes that glowed in the dark, and said gently, "Is it hot?"
"Alright."
"Tell you something?"
Chi Xiaochi thought he had something else to discover: "Say it."
"Actually, it's not that my legs don't feel at all." Lou Ying turned sideways and added, "... at the base of the legs."
Chi Xiaochi's blood rushed to his head.
Lou Ying said: "If I can take care of you in the future, I will pay attention to this."
While speaking, in the darkness, a cold hand reached out of the bed, lightly grabbed Chi Xiaochi's fingers, and squeezed lightly.
"My palms are sweating." The voice in my ear had a smile that made half of my face numb, "Is it hot?"
Chi Xiaochi didn't speak, he tucked Lou Ying's hand into his quilt, tucked it and wanted to pull it out, but the hand tightened, as if he would not let him go.
Chi Xiaochi pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and gave him his hand.
Slightly sweaty fingers hooked in one place.
The bones are hard, but the wet palms are soft.
Perhaps because of thinking a lot before going to bed, Chi Xiaochi closed his eyes and had a chaotic dream all night.
Chi Xiaochi walked alone in a hazy blood mist, and there was an overwhelming smell of blood in his nostrils.
He was staggering around in a city, wearing heavy shackles on his hands and feet, and the fingernails on both hands were nowhere to be seen. Hair is sweet and astringent.
He knew very well that this was the original owner's dream, but he couldn't see anything clearly, only the human language was incessant, passing by his ears like the wind.
"Report! Southern Border Rebellion! General Shi Jinghong was killed!"
"Young Master... General He... "
"Little Huangkou, can he afford the Beifu army? He won't reorganize the army after a war!"
Immediately afterwards, Ashu's voice: "Young master has only been on the battlefield! It's too difficult for him to lead the entire Beifu army..."
A Ling: "I'll be by your son's side. Take good care of your family. I'll be back with you."
Next was A Ling's voice full of joy: "Congratulations to the young master on his victory!!"
After that, there was a long silence.
He walked aimlessly through the blood fog step by step, thinking he was going to reach the end of the dream, until...
"Shi Tingyun, why do you think Sixth Master is dating you!?" He suddenly heard someone shouting hoarsely, "It's just because of your surname Shi! Your surname Shi!"
The swinger who was still playing chess with him today had a hoarse voice, with a tingling determination: "...Do you think I, Yan Yuanzhao, are still your best friend? No! Not from the beginning!"
The scene suddenly changed, and the blood mist all around dissipated. Chi Xiaochi was sitting in a prison, looking down at the shackles on his wrists.
There was a creaking sound from the prison door.
He turned to the prison door, and a young man in Chinese clothes walked slowly, walked slowly to him, and knelt down on one knee in front of him.
The thirteenth prince, Yan Yuanheng.
His hair on the temples was a little messy, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, as if he had just experienced a war.
Chi Xiaochi didn't speak, just looked at him flatly, muttering words uncontrollably.
Yan Yuanheng didn't say a word, he held the back of his neck and massaged him twice soothingly. Then, a sharp object touched Chi Xiaochi's throat.
He struck extremely ruthlessly and quickly, cutting his throat with a knife, and blood spurted out instantly.
The pain of the neck being cut open made Chi Xiaochi jump up from the bed in shock, retched twice, struggled to the ground, threw himself to the desk, pulled a piece of paper, and wiped the ink in the inkstone, recalling the muttering in the dream. Talking to himself, shaking his hands, he copied every word of what Shi Ting Yunmeng said.
At the end, he threw away the pen, fell down on the chair, took a sip of cold tea, and then calmed down.
Lou Ying sat up from the bed: "what?"
Chi Xiaochi grabbed the rice paper, returned to the bedside, and showed the paper to Lou Ying.
- "The little slave is humble and dare not defile the prince's body of gold."