The two looked at each other.
Without further ado, Chi Xiaochi had already guessed a lot: "He went to see the pigeons?"
Lou Ying nodded.
Chu Ziling was Shi Tingyun's personal servant. Naturally, he couldn't leave the house casually, but he had to build up the trust of the internal forces in the southern border little by little, and the network of contacts with the southern border would never be broken.
He even went to the southern border people who followed the Turkic caravan into Wangcheng to get the poison secretly in the middle of the night. It can be seen that the meeting and contact with outsiders can only be done occasionally, and he must prepare both hands just in case.
If you really communicate with outsiders privately and regularly pass messages, it will be hard not to be discovered.
Therefore, it is not difficult to deduce that Chu Ziling secretly raised a pigeon that belonged to him among the dozens of pigeons kept in the general's house.
Shi Tingyun has full confidence in him, and all letters will be sent by him.
Chi Xiaochi picked up the pen and scribbled on the paper with the remaining ink in the inkstone: "Use the rice from the General's House to feed the pigeons he raises. He eats this soft rice with style, and he even brings a lunch box to pack."
Lou Ying couldn't help laughing.
Lou Ying shook the wheelchair closer: "I was pretty mean to him just now."
Chi Xiaochi didn't care: "How fierce can you be."
Lou Ying laughed.
He doesn't know what he was like in the past, but he likes the current Chi Xiaochi very much, doesn't mind his scheming and calculations at all, and likes it very much.
Chi Xiaochi thinks of him like this, which makes him quite burdened with idols.
Lou Ying said, "It's time for him to start guarding against me."
Chi Xiaochi concentrated on writing and drawing on the paper: "It's alright, if he dares to attack you, I will dump his ashes into the sea, the boss is surrounded by graves, and he can feed a seagull, a fish or something, human nature. Comprehensive, one-stop service, 360-degree sea view room…”
Chi Xiaochi's mouth is real...
Lou Ying patiently listened to his nonsense and put together a bunch of kowtows who sold graves, and then said gently, "I'm just a little regretful. I can't help you any more in the way I am now."
Chi Xiaochi was heartbroken and turned to look at him.
Lou Ying is a person with a sense of proportion.
Chi Xiaochi looked at him and said, "As long as you are there."
Lou Ying said with a smile: "This requirement is very simple, it can be a little more difficult."
Chi Xiaochi said, "Play backgammon with me."
He pushed past the checkered paper.
Lou Ying wrote and played with him in the military tent the small games that elementary school students played in the classroom.
At night, the couch of the two people is still placed in one place.
The marching couch is too small, and the two together are still not enough.
Shi Tingyun is tall, eight feet tall, with long arms and legs. In the past, when he was fighting, he didn't like to sleep in a bed. It would be better to just have a roll of bamboo mats and a thin quilt, and just make a floor.
However, this time, he was accompanied by a trivial Ashu.
Ashu disagreed with him on the ground floor, saying that he saw a dragonfly on the road today, the clouds in the evening were low, and 80% of the time it was going to rain at night. If the joints were damaged, it would be a big bad thing, and the nagging caused Chi Xiaochi's joint pain.
As Ashu said, light rain began to fall outside around Xu.
Because it was early spring, it was still a little chilly, so Ashu deliberately took a thick quilt and filled it with Mrs. Tang to take good care of Master Gongzi.
About three o'clock.
After Chu Ziling went to see the pigeon cage and set up the sheet, he was stopped by a few acquaintances who had been on the battlefield in the past.
A light of fire leaped slightly in front of the tent.
Chu Ziling stepped forward with an umbrella and saw that Li Yeshu was lighting a fire.
The light of the fire illuminated his face red, and the small iron pot in front of him was filled with the fragrance of ginger.
Chu Ziling took the initiative to walk up to say hello: "I'm going to open a small stove for myself."
Li Yeshu was sweating profusely from the heat, and he kept beating the small fan in his hand: "You really have a strong mouth, do you smell it?"
He took a small porcelain bowl and handed it to Chu Ziling with a small spoon.
Chu Ziling took it and joked, "So few."
Li Yeshu closed the lid: "This is the purple ginger I bought from the Turks. I heard that it is very good for treating stomach cold. You have a different physique from Master Master, your stomach is not cold, and your firepower is still strong. ."
Chu Ziling had a slight meal, and the ginger soup in his mouth flowed all the way into his stomach, but he couldn't feel any comfort, he just felt choked and panicked.
In the past, when he entered the General's Mansion, he accidentally met a fellow from the southern border. He should have been happy, but after getting along, Chu Ziling knew that this Li Yeshu was too sticky and not a big deal.
One kind of soil and water can support a hundred kinds of people. Since you can't count on him, you can't count on him.
Except for himself, Chu Ziling refused to trust anyone.
But seeing Li Yeshu flattering a foreigner like this, and still a sinner, still makes Chu Ziling feel pathetic and despicable.
He has always been good at hiding his emotions, so Li Yeshu didn't realize anything, and he still talked about his new master: "I have learned a lot from serving Master Master in the past half a month. Master Master thinks a lot at night and is prone to convulsions. , Drink some hot soup before you can fall back asleep. It's raining today, so drinking some ginger soup is the most comfortable."
He put away his umbrella, squatted into the tarpaulin, and said in a soft voice, "It's really good for you to treat your son-in-law."
Li Ye said: "This is what we should do as slaves."
Chu Ziling didn't answer, he smiled, as if agreeing with him, but he sneered in his heart.
… Who are you "we"
Chu Ziling expressed regret: "I always feel that Master Master doesn't like me very much."
Li Yeshu didn't care: "It's okay, if there is something wrong, just change it. You have never served other masters, so you don't know what those little servants are like."
"The general's mansion does not accept young female relatives as slaves. This is the rule, you know." Li Yeshu said, "At that time, Aqing was young and had just grown to the height of the table. Miss Qi's little maid. Miss Qi has a gentle and quiet temperament, and is a good master, but every time I visit relatives, I hear Ah Qing talk about the affairs of the mansion, and I am always stunned. Just last month, there was a servant in the courtyard of the second son of Qi. He also grew up with the second son of Qi since he was a child. He took the owner's belongings and went out to sell it. He was caught and refused to admit it. He was whipped and beaten half to death. Exiled after tattooing. Who said half of it was not? Everyone said that the Qi family was strict in governing the family. Look at our son again... "
Chu Ziling was thinking about his own thoughts, and was able to listen to Li Yeshu's nagging distractedly, and at key points, he made appropriate "um" and "really?" approval sounds. He was a fairly tight listener.
If he didn't have this tactful ability and mind, he wouldn't be able to please Shi Tingyun.
When Li Ye wrote a small essay praising the son, he had already made several plans.
This surnamed Yu is really not easy to deal with. He has a bitter temper and is mean. Most importantly, he has sharp eyes and a sensitive mind. He is a very difficult person to deal with.
In the past, he stayed at home and couldn't even see the light, so Chu Ziling naturally didn't take him to heart.
But now things are different.
However, he and the son go in and out all day long, and are very close, so he can't easily move.
Since it can't be killed, it's better to please.
After making up his mind, Li Yeshu also started his summary statement: "...Young Master Teacher is already generous, if you are in front of other nobles, don't say your name, 'you' ah 'me' random address, will be punished."
This reminder was originally well-intentioned, but inadvertently stung Chu Ziling.
be punished
The son played too much outside when he was young. He also had to eat the rattan, and he also confessed that he knew his fault and would take care of the son in the future.
When he was ridiculed by Yan Yuanzhao when he was a child, "His hands are very tall" and "He is really smooth", he still smiled and said that he was too young to dare.
Does he deserve this treatment in terms of his blood
He properly restrained the grievances in his heart and did not let it flow to the surface: "I see. When the ginger soup is ready, I will send it in for the young master."
Hearing this, Li Yeshu felt relieved.
After he lost his parents, his grandparents were old and his younger sister was weak. He was used to taking care of everyone, so he was a little worried. Chu Ziling had not been reprimanded by others for a long time, and he would care about the master teacher in his heart, which led to discord between the two. It's hard to be caught in the middle.
He smiled wide-eyed and said, "Okay, okay. The ginger soup will be ready later..."
While speaking, he raised his eyes, quickly put down his palm fan, and stood up to salute: "Thirteenth Prince!"
It was almost time for Yan Yuanheng to fall asleep every day. He changed into casual clothes, washed up, and sat beside the couch for a while, and stopped when he felt a little missed.
In the past, when he was in the palace, he would also have this kind of miss, but at that time he could not leave the palace at will, lying down, thinking about it, and then fell asleep.
But now, Shi Tingyun is within the distance that he can reach with a lift of his foot.
He held an umbrella and went out the door, and when he was about to reach the cloud tent, he saw that there was only one lamp left in his tent. He must have fallen asleep, and then he realized that his actions could not be explained by "spirits and ghosts". One in 10,000 strange, hesitating for a few steps, was about to leave, but was shouted out by Li Yeshu, and his heart beat for a while.
He turned around calmly and approached with an umbrella: "Shh. Has Su Chang rested?"
Chu Ziling replied, "Back to the Thirteenth Prince, yes."
Yan Yuanheng asked casually, "Why so early?"
In his impression, Shi Tingyun loves to laugh and play. Looking back at the city, he often went boating on the lake with the Sixth Emperor Brother, listening to the pipa, admiring the beauties, returning home in the middle of the night, very carefree...
… is the Sixth Emperor again.
Fortunately, this time, Brother Six Emperors did not go to the border with the army, otherwise if Tingyun couldn't help himself, maybe he would...
When Yan Yuanheng was feeling a little happy, he heard Chu Ziling say: "Master Master is not healthy and needs to go to bed early, so Master will rest."
Yan Yuanheng's worldview couldn't help but be shocked: "..."
Chu Ziling added: "Young Master has been sleeping with Master Master every day for half a month. He rested very early. The younger ones admire Master Master, so he can subdue Master Master here."
Yan Yuanheng was hit twice in a row and was speechless.
His fingers holding the umbrella tightened unconsciously: "Ting Yun respects the teacher, and it should be due."
After he finished saying this, he was silent for a while, only the sound of rain could be heard.
The three of them invariably thought of Shi Tingyun, who dared to pour ink into Dr. Guozijian's snuff bottle when they were young.
This is exaggerated, the three of them are a little empty, and even Li Yeshu can't boast.
… ask the question, do you really need to sleep in one place
However, Yan Yuanheng quickly put away his thoughts.
The two of them are a teacher-student friendship, but they think so dirty, it really pollutes this friendship.
Yan Yuanheng turned around and wanted to leave, but his heart suddenly moved.
He remembered that he once asked Shi Tingyun who his crush was.
Shi Tingyun's answer at the time was: "You haven't seen it."
...Speaking of which, he had never seen that "Yu Fengmian", only when he was patrolling the camp, he swept a wheelchair far away with a man wearing Mili sitting on it. Judging from the hand on the wheelchair, it was not the white-bearded old man he imagined. Although a little too thin, the warm and cold temperament is really extraordinary.
Yan Yuanheng had already turned around, so he couldn't turn his head to ask more questions, so he had to leave with full of doubts.
After Yan Yuanheng returned to the account, his head hurt even more than before he left.
If Su always liked A Ling, the identities between the master and the servant are too far apart, which is like a natural moat.
If he likes the sixth brother, the son of the royal family and the general's mansion, how is it possible? Let's not talk about whether the father and the king will be angry. Although the Sixth Emperor has no right wife, there is no precedent in this dynasty that the matchmaker is marrying a man as the main family.
If he likes that location in Fengmian, it would be even more absurd. The love between teachers and students is a breach of morality and will be stabbed in the spine.
Yan Yuanheng made a circle and found that from filling in the blanks to the question and answer, all the questions were sent.
Who does his best friend like
Every day at Hai, Yan Yuanheng must fall asleep, and after a while, drowsiness will come up regularly.
In his mind, he was still thinking about all kinds of Shi Ting Yun in a daze.
Before falling asleep, the various thoughts in his mind were no longer under control, and a somewhat absurd thought appeared erratically:
Compared to the past, it seems that only the identity of the Sixth Emperor Brother can match Su Chang.
If Brother Sixth Emperor can, then...
He didn't have time to grasp the elusive mood, and fell into a deep sleep.
Yan Yuanheng fell asleep with all his worries, but the person he was thinking about was not asleep yet.
The quilt was warm and dry, it was not raining lightly outside, and the sound of hitting the ground was rustling, making people sleepy.
When the camp was set up today, Lou Ying had slept for a while, and he was not very sleepy now.
They listened to the rustling voices outside the tent, and heard Yan Yuanheng come and go. During this period, he said a word without a word, and the sound of the pattering rain outside sounded a different kind of warmth.
Chi Xiaochi said, "The bed is really a little small, so it won't squeeze Mr.
The word "Sir" was uttered through Chi Xiaochi's mouth, soft and warm.
Lou Ying said, "It's okay, I'm thin."
Chi Xiaochi said: "It's too thin, it's time to gain weight."
Lou Ying said, "It's too fat for two people to lie down."
Chi Xiaochi said, "Then I'll be thinner and be conservative."
Lou Ying said, "Well, you and I stay together."
Having said that, Chi Xiaochi didn't speak, and Lou Ying didn't speak either.
The sound of wind and rain outside the tent was soft and thin, and it was not very clear from the tent. The only clear thing was the breathing and heartbeat of the people inside the tent.
Lou Ying was so close to him that through the quilt, he could rub against his bent, stretched legs.
In the past half month, he is still like this. As long as he is lying with himself, his body is always unnatural, and he always tells Lou Ying to worry that he will hold him back to the point of cramping.
It's a good thing he can talk to himself so easily.
The wind and rain outside was a little louder, and the raindrops hit the tarpaulin, making a muffled thud.
Lou Ying began to count Chi Xiaochi's heartbeat.
one two Three.
After a while, Chi Xiaochi asked, "Are you asleep?"
Lou Ying rested his head lightly on Chi Xiaochi's log pillow and looked at his silhouette in the dark: "No."
Both of them have long hair, and the pillows are next to each other. After the hair is spread out, there is a tendency to intertwined, and it is difficult to distinguish you from me.
Chi Xiaochi said, "Then why don't you talk."
Lou Ying said, "I thought you wanted to sleep."
Chi Xiaochi said, "Sir, go to bed early and get up early, and keep health first. Look at the thirteenth prince, they all lived at the age of Gu Xi."
Lou Ying: "Okay, I'm going to sleep as ordered by your son."
He smiled and silently counted to eighty-nine.
It was still seventy-nine beats per minute just now.
Are those ten heartbeats for yourself
Lou Ying's eyes were softer, passing through Shi Tingyun's body, quietly staring at Chi Xiaochi inside, at the small mole on the end of his eyebrows, the slightly longer end of his eyes, and the straight tip of his nose.
He wanted to kiss him with his eyes, say good night, and go back to sleep.
His eyes finally landed on his lips.
He opened and closed his lips, counting.
Seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three...
Lou Ying stared at his silently opening and closing lips, and was stunned for a long time.
... should not be
But he couldn't help but wonder.
He opened his mouth and asked, "... how many times?"
Chi Xiaochi suddenly turned to look at him.
The only lamp left in the tent was a red candle, which reflected a faint red all around, so Lou Ying couldn't see whether Chi Xiaochi's face was red.
Fortunately, Chi Xiaochi couldn't see his own either.
The only thing the two of them knew was that each other's heartbeat was faster than before.
"It was seventy-three beats per minute just now, and now..." Chi Xiaochi paused for a while, then said, "I don't know."
"It was eighty-nine beats per minute just now." Lou Ying smiled, "Now it's..."
He closed his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment: "Ninety, ninety-one..."
Every heartbeat tugged at his heartstrings.
Two hearts, each beating deafeningly in the other's chest.
Chi Xiaochi tried to change the subject: "Mr.'s heart is very energetic, if you keep it up, you can live ninety-nine years."
Lou Ying said, "Can you ask your son to count by my side all the time?"
Chi Xiaochi didn't speak.
Lou Ying waited.
In fact, he was ready to wait for no response. He was going to wait and wait, so he went to sleep, and after dawn the next day, he would forget about it and start all over again.
Unexpectedly, after a few seconds, there was a voice from Chi Xiaochi's side.
He said, "… um."
Lou Ying kept reminding himself that Chi Xiaochi used someone else's body.
However, just a simple "um" detonated Lou Ying's reason with a bang.
His legs were weak, but the seemingly weak waist and arm strength had already returned to normal levels. He held Chi Xiaochi's wrist and wanted to temporarily extradite his soul from his body.
He wanted to kiss him, very much.
Chi Xiaochi felt a strange sense of detachment, the tip of his heart moved slightly, and he forgot his love for a while, but following his wishes, he turned over from Shi Tingyun's body, and even took the initiative to use a card to transform into an entity. , sitting on Lou Ying's waist.
The bed made a muffled noise.
Looking down at Lou Ying's face condescendingly, Chi Xiaochi was panting so hard that his heart beat like an asthma patient.
Lou Ying is a little funny, but more distressed.
He soothed softly: "Listen to me, take a deep breath, take a deep breath, don't be nervous..."
Chi Xiaochi really listened to his words, his chest heaved violently a few times: "Sir, I..."
Lou Ying stretched out his hand to support his waist: "Slowly, let's take it slow. ... Are you any better?"
Chi Xiaochi nodded, so good that Lou Ying wanted to kiss his eyes.
Lou Ying also suppressed the slow heartbeat: "Bend down. I'm not very convenient... "
Before he finished speaking, the sound of the curtain being pulled open came from outside, followed by footsteps.
Chi Xiaochi was startled, and immediately rolled back into Shi Tingyun's body, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.
Lou Ying: "..."
Chu Ziling was always thinking about pleasing things, and when he heard the sound of the bed in the tent outside, he thought it was the young master who woke up. Li Yeshu filled a bowl of ginger soup and he brought it in.
Chu Ziling went straight in and saw that Yu Fengmian had really opened his eyes, so he respectfully knelt down and said, "Master, there is some ginger soup here, please use it."
The voice from the couch sounded uncertain: "Who let you in?"
Chu Ziling was startled.
He used to enter the account, and the young master acquiesced that he could not say hello.
Besides, he used to see Ashu entering the door at night to serve him, so he didn't knock on the door in order not to disturb the young master's dream in the same room.
Just as he raised his head in surprise, he heard a reprimand: "Go out."
Chu Ziling: "..."
Yu Fengmian seemed really angry: "What, do you want me to kick you out?"
Chu Ziling was embarrassed and angry.
This is clearly aimed at him!
Fortunately, his cultivation level was good. After putting down Jiang Tang, he apologized politely: "Sorry, it's Zi... A Ling was ill-considered and shocked the master of the son. A Ling knew that he was wrong and went out immediately."
He took two steps back and was about to turn around when he heard a cold voice behind him: "Go and kneel in the rain. Get up again in three hours."
It was rare for Chu Ziling to go out with resentment, which startled Li Yeshu, who was confused when he heard anger outside.
Seeing him kneeling in the mud on the ground, Li Yeshu was even more puzzled, and asked him what happened and why he angered the master.
This time, Chu Ziling really felt that he was wronged. After listening to him talk about the cause and effect of the matter, Li Yeshu was also a little puzzled: "Perhaps it's because the Master Master is getting up."
Chu Ziling suppressed the churning dissatisfaction in his heart, and tried to smile: "It's okay, it doesn't matter."
Li Yeshu put on an umbrella, stood beside Chu Ziling, and shielded him from the rain: "I'll accompany you."
Chu Ziling pushed him away gently: "No need. Master Master wants me to kneel in the rain for three hours, that's three hours, and there can be no less than one moment."
... He must not give that Yu Fengmian any chance to stab him again.
Li Yeshu only regarded him as respecting the son-in-law, and he couldn't help but feel moved, and he stopped mentioning the matter of sheltering the rain. He boiled Jiang Tang and brought it to him, and then went to find thick clothes for him.
The hot ginger soup burned all the way into his stomach, not only failed to calm his anger at all, but made him even more angry.
Mud penetrated through the pants, wet the knees, very sticky.
Li Yeshu left and fetched clothes for him, while he stared at the curtain swayed by the breeze, his eyes seemed calm, but a raging fire was burning inside.
After Chu Ziling was sent away, Lou Ying took a breath, bowed his head and was about to say something to Chi Xiaochi, when he found that he was fast asleep.
He thought he was pretending until he realized something was wrong and went to the warehouse to take a look.
Chi Xiaochi waved his hand and used a hypnosis card for himself, and the dream escaped.
… This guy.
Lou Ying was angry and funny.
How could this man be like a rabbit. Whenever he was in danger, he would plunge his head into the pit, and he didn't know which cave he ran into, which always made him easy to find.
It's not usually like this.
He pulled the quilt up for Chi Xiaochi, couldn't help but pinched the tip of his spiritual body's nose.
Feeling the small movement of the spiritual body instinctively shrinking back, Lou Ying softened his heart and whispered in his ear, "Good night."