Some people, who appear to be bright and sharp on the surface, actually kiss, and their lips are as soft as steamed buns that were just steamed in the morning.
Fu Shen is indeed handsome, but due to his temperament, he is often serious and cold, and he is very good at mocking people. Yan Xiaohan often thinks that he is a "knife mouth" in various senses, and if he is light, he will be pierced out. A mouthful of blood.
But at this time, Fu Shen leaned back against the head of the bed, raised his head slightly, and the aura all over his body was restrained, like some kind of beast that had been groomed and languid, with one hand even hooking Yan Xiaohan's neck.
He had just finished bathing, his lips were a little dry from the hot steam, and the kiss was warm and soft.
Yan Xiaohan still restrained himself, rubbing his dry lips, pursing his two soft lips lightly, he felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff to test, while he repeatedly warned himself not to jump down. , I couldn't help but always want to probe and take a look. In the end, he was unable to overcome the temptation of instinct, and the tip of his tongue touched Fu Shen's upper lip softly and quickly—
The hand on the back of the neck instantly burst out with a force that could strangle people.
Still too anxious. He suppressed his boiling emotions, closed his eyes, and thought to himself, the number of times that he couldn't help himself was a bit too much tonight.
The shock faded, and Fu Shen let go of his embarrassment and rubbed the place where he was pinched: "...I'm sorry."
Yan Xiaohan chuckled lightly, "Well, I see."
Fu Shen: "..."
Yan Xiaohan lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose, "I'm going to get the medicine, you should calm down first. With such a big effort... How can I still make progress in the future?"
Fu Shen raised his hand and pushed him off the bed.
In the middle of the night, the thunder was faint, and Yan Xiaohan woke up from his sleep. Before opening his eyes, he smelled the breath of rain coming in from the window.
Immediately afterwards, the screeching sound of rain beating on the eaves was heard.
The first rain in the spring finally came, Yan Xiaohan was still not very awake, turned over, closed his eyes and touched the other side of the bed, his palms fell on the raised quilt beside him, and patted it twice.
Fu Shen didn't sleep soundly. It was cloudy and raining, and there was soreness in the crevices of his bones. He was woken up by the pain over and over again, feeling Yan Xiaohan's movements, and said "Huh?" in a daze.
"Does his leg hurt?" The person beside him was languidly hugging his waist, and just woke up, his voice was a little soft and nasal, "It's raining outside."
Fu Shen hummed softly, "It hurts...it's very sour..."
Yan Xiaohan propped up on the bed and got up: "I'm going to find Mrs. Tang."
"No," Fu Shen stretched out his hand to pull him, only to catch his long hair that was loose and wrapped around his fingers like a satin, "Stop tossing, and continue to sleep with you."
Yan Xiaohan was pulled back slightly by him, so he had to lie back again. He shook off the quilt, covered Fu Shen, and forcefully invaded his quilt. Fu Shen was probably really not awake, he didn't turn his face, just nudged him on the shoulder: "What are you doing?"
"Come to me a little bit," Yan Xiaohan stretched out his arms and hugged him, his two long legs pressed against his cold calf with warm body temperature, and hugged tightly in an overly intimate posture, "Okay, Go to sleep."
After a rustling sound, the heat of his body gradually surrounded him through the cold quilt pillow. Fu Shen felt that this posture was too tight, and he always wanted to move his hands and feet, but he was inexplicably drowsy due to the calming night and warmth. groggy. The sore place is still sore, but the perception seems to be separated from a warm barrier.
He leaned against Yan Xiaohan's neck and fell into a deep sleep.
It was dawn the next day, and the drizzle in the mountains still hadn't stopped. Fu Shen was affected by the months of recuperation. He woke up late in the morning and it was a rainy day outside. He was even more groggy and couldn't open his eyes.
The bed next to him is empty, the sky outside the curtain is dim, the house is damp and cool, but the bedding is dry and warm. He moved his legs and bumped into the hot little lady soup beside his legs.
Most likely it was Yan Xiaohan who brought it to him after he got up in the morning. Fu Shen pressed the post in his heart, and his memory came back. He immediately recalled the irritating confusion last night, and he even let people hug him to sleep for half the night.
He silently sipped the kiss, touched the vaguely aching knee, and thought regretfully, "I'm really a Liuxiahui."
Yan Xiaohan, who happened to push the door and came in, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
He glanced back subconsciously, but didn't notice anything unusual behind him. He pressed his doubts to enter the door, and said to the dense bed covered by the curtain: "Jingyuan, it's time to get up."
Fu Shen lazily pulled down the curtain, indicating that he was awake.
It has become a habit for Yan Xiaohan to get up early every day to enter the palace for rotation. Even if he is on vacation, he never sleeps in late. He looks much more energetic than Fu Shen, who is like a cripple lying on the bed. He walked over and hung the bed net back on the curtain hooks on both sides, and sat down beside the bed sideways: "The rain hasn't stopped, is there anything uncomfortable?"
Fu Shen sometimes felt that Yan Xiaohan was being too careful with himself, as if he was not a rough-skinned old man, but a porcelain doll that would shatter at the touch of the wind. If he can live to this day, he will not suffer less injuries. Even Du Leng and Yu Qiaoting don't think his leg injury needs special attention on a cloudy day. For them, even death is an ordinary thing, just a mere injury, so why worry about it or worry about it
But being held in the hand, the stone will also be heated.
Fu Shen said "it's fine", reached out and hooked his waist, trying to pull Yan Xiaohan down and put him on the bed. Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaohan sat very firmly, but Fu Shen was being led to roll from the inside of the bed to the outside, leaning against his legs like a boneless cat. Yan Xiaohan still thought he was throwing his arms around him, and put one hand on his shoulder, smiling, "I'm awake, still don't remember?"
"I'm lazy and don't want to move," Fu Shen sighed old-fashioned.
"It's too modest," Yan Xiaohan lowered his head and leaned into his ear, jokingly said, "Master Hou is fierce and fierce, you still held me last night and didn't let go, have you forgotten?"
Fu Shen finally realized what was wrong. The two of them lay down and cuddled each other. No matter how you look at it, there is an afterthought - he is still the one who was ravaged!
Go to his mother's Liuxia Hui! Should have done this shit yesterday!
He pinched Yan Xiaohan's waist very frivolously, and said without a smile, "Don't worry, as long as you follow me wholeheartedly, Ben Houbao will not be able to benefit you in the future... Yan Menggui!"
Yan Xiaohan put one hand on his shoulders and the other on his legs, and took him out of the quilt unexpectedly. Fu Shen was abruptly suspended in the air, startled, and then was placed on his lap by Yan Xiaohan, with a coat and hood covering his head.
Across the soft silk and satin, there seemed to be a kiss on his lips, lightly like an illusion.
Yan Xiaohan said, "Of course I am wholeheartedly towards Lord Hou."
Not knowing the years in the mountains, Yan Xiaohan spent several days doing nothing in the villa with the Jingning Hou who had entered the official life ahead of schedule. Yu Qiaoting whispered to Xiao Wei in private that Fu Shen's temper was more than a little bit better than before, and he didn't feel depressed even after knowing such a bad truth. Instead, he was inseparable with that surnamed Yan every day. Fox turned into sperm, right
Not only did he think so, Feilongwei in the capital also asked this question.
Where the hell did the Kipchak envoy get hooked by some fox spirit, and why can't he even find a figure
When Shen Yice was ordered to see Fu Shen's doctor and pass on his colleagues' misses to Mr. Yan, the virtuous couple were in full swing in the courtyard of the villa... Pickled salted duck eggs.
Next to the small stone table in the courtyard, there was a small basket of freshly washed salted duck eggs. Yan and Fu sat opposite each other, one soaked the duck eggs in spirits, and the other was responsible for rolling salt into the altar.
The garden in the yard was neatly plowed, planted with green onions and green vegetables that had just sprouted. There was a large wisteria and radish shelf next to it. The flowers were like a waterfall. The two were busy with their hands and chatted with one another. Shen Yice watched helplessly as a duck stepped on the feet of their kipcha ambassador, Yan Xiaohan was still laughing at Fu Shen: "The ancients said something unpleasant, growing vegetables in orchards, raising chickens and ducks under flower stands, you yard. It's all over."
Fu Shen sneered without raising his head: "There is another lame general who is even more unpleasant, isn't it also your exclusive use?"*
Yan Xiaohan immediately shut up, but the corners of his mouth curled up suspiciously.
Doctor Shen thought to himself, "I seem to be a little redundant."
"It's coming." Yan Xiaohan noticed him first, put down his work, got up to greet him, his attitude was natural and smooth, and he didn't seem to feel that the two court officials who turned their hands for the clouds and turned their hands for the rain were enjoying themselves here. What's wrong with duck eggs.
"Sir, Lord Marquis." Shen Yice handed over to the two of them and couldn't help asking, "This is...?"
Fu Shen smiled calmly: "A little hobby made Mr. Shen laugh."
Shen Yice hurriedly said, "How dare you, how dare you."
Could it be that Jingning Houzhen was heartbroken, changed his mind, and planned to disarm and return to the field, as rumors said in the outside world
Yan Xiaohan washed the salt off his hands and asked Shen Yice while wiping his hands, "Is there any new news over there in Beijing?"
"This is why your subordinates are here," Shen Yice said. "Another Jin Wuwei died. Yesterday, he died in the Cuijin Pavilion in the east of the city. Someone came to report to the official this morning. This case alarmed the emperor, and your majesty ordered You return to Beijing as soon as possible, the case has been fully handed over to Feilongwei."
Yan Xiaohan subconsciously looked at Fu Shen, Fu Shen shook his head slightly, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with him.
Yan Xiaohan pondered for a while, and then smiled in a less sincere manner: "Okay. It's strange, how did Jin Wuwei walk away from memorizing words recently
They refused to let them intervene before, but now the basket is too big, and Nanya can't hold it anymore, so he has to come back and ask Feilongwei. Shen Yice felt that Yan Xiaohan might be holding a fire in his heart, so the meaning of ridicule was particularly obvious. Fu Shen said calmly, "Since that's the case, I won't stay any longer. Be careful with everything."
The two seemed to have something to say, and both went back to the room. Shen Yice sat in the yard, casually scanning the chickens and ducks everywhere, suddenly the tip of his ear moved, and he turned his head in doubt.
The window of the bedroom was not closed tightly, it was just closed. I don't know if it was an illusion. He seemed to have heard a low, hoarse groan just now.
The author has something to say: * Li Shangyin - Twelve Unpleasant Scenes: Panasonic shouting, watching flowers tearing down, moss laying on a mat, smashing but hanging poplars, drying flowers under flowers, traveling with heavy loads in spring, stalagmites on horses, setting fires under the moon, Walking generals, standing on the back of the mountain, growing vegetables in the orchard, raising chickens and ducks under the flower trellis.