Liao Jixiang stood by the window with a sullen face, Xie Yilu was one or two steps away from him, in such a big room, only two sticks of white wax were lit, the halo was dim and hazy, covered by the golden nanmu On the bed, there is an ancient beauty.
Xie Yilu drooped his head, and said cowardly: "I didn't think so much..."
Liao Jixiang ignored him, holding a big tabby cat in his arms, rubbing it carefully, the cat was called "Master Zhang", when Xie Yilu heard him call when he entered the door, he seemed to like it very much: "Don't dare next time... "
"Want to have a next time?" Hearing the tone, Liao Jixiang's boss was not happy, "Someone took you to wait for me in the house, but you ran out halfway, telling people to watch a joke!"
"As soon as I saw you, I..." Xie Yilu recalled at this time, and felt that he was too impulsive just now, "I was stupid, I only knew how to run towards you."
Liao Jixiang fell silent, and the atmosphere was sticky and a bit ambiguous. Xie Yilu slid towards him and secretly looked at him. He had never seen Liao Jixiang walk through the dragging so closely. The embroidery thread was shining in the candlelight, and the pleated skirt There are layers on both sides of the horse's face, and the radiance is neatly tied on the slender waist. When he looks at it, he feels that his bones are brittle.
"I'm not going back." As he said, he grabbed Liao Jixiang's waist with his hands. Mr. Zhang seemed to be frightened, and jumped off the ground with a "meow" and disappeared. As soon as I hold it, there is a kind of fear that I dare not move rashly.
Liao Jixiang should have pushed him away, but he didn't. Instead, he turned his head to the side and dodged. The more he behaved like this, the bolder Xie Yilu became. He wrinkled those skirt folds in his palm, just to pinch the flesh underneath.
"Grandpa." Someone announced from outside, like a needle piercing a swollen pustule, like a gust of wind waking up a daytime dream, Xie Yilu let go abruptly, stumbled back to the side.
The eunuch on duty came in, bowed, and looked at the two curiously: "Grandpa, Mrs. Mei asked..." He wanted to move forward, but Liao Jixiang didn't let him, so he said directly, "Mr. Guest room?"
Just as Liao Jixiang was about to open his mouth, Xie Yilu interjected obliquely: "That Yangchun...I have something to say to you tonight..." He lowered his head guiltyly, rummaging through the desk with his hands, pretending to be studying the books, " Let's discuss Li Mu's poem again."
Liao Jixiang and Xiaohuo were both stunned, Liao Jixiang was stunned at his mouthful of nonsense, Xiaohuo was stunned at his big tone, Xie Yilu stiffened his neck until Liao Jixiang finally spoke for him: "Look up!" Bring the big couch," he ordered calmly, "use the bed in the Westinghouse for the bedding."
Xie Yilu closed the manuscript he was turning over in his hand, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.
"Then change clothes for grandpa." The eunuch on duty waved his hand to the door, and two small firemen came in, carrying a water basin and a copper pot, and began to work around Liao Jixiang.
Xie Yilu stared at a pair of eyes with ulterior motives, wanting to look but not daring to look, he was restless at the desk, the hat towel, jade belt, and brocade clothes were stripped off one by one and put aside, and finally a pair of maroon satin boots, dusted shiny, Stand upright on the footstool.
Xie Yilu's mouth was dry, and he swallowed a lot of saliva, Liao Jixiang suddenly asked him: "What kind of incense do you smoke before going to bed?" The voice was sleepy and lazy, and unsuspectingly intimate.
"Ah?" Xie Yilu blinked dully, "Ah... sandalwood, sandalwood."
As soon as Liao Jixiang raised his hand, someone immediately went to do it. Under his wealth and power, Xie Yilu looked awkward and said rather stupidly: "Your bed is so big..."
The two little firemen turned their heads to look at him one after another, laughing that he had never seen the world, Liao Jixiang saw the disrespect in their eyes, raised his brows immediately, and scolded him. The eunuch on duty led them back, and Xie Yilu dared to look at people blatantly. Liao Jixiang sat by the bed, with his thin feet stepping on the large gilded copper basin—there were only the two of them left in this room, Xie Yilu Heron impatiently stuck to it.
The candlelight was still so dim, and Liao Jixiang, who had gone without carvings, was so thin that he was almost thin, with the collar of his obscene shirt loosely covering his chest, and his trousers were lightly holding his snow-white calf. Xie Yilu couldn't help but stare at those feet. Or something, Sese curled up, and there was a small mole on her twisted right ankle bone.
Xie Yilu must have taken the courage of the ambitions and leopards. He stretched out his hand and picked off Liao Jixiang's hairpin. The black hair twisted twice on the top of his head, falling down like a waterfall, spreading over his shoulders and covering his cheeks. The side is gorgeous, which makes people a bit abrupt and stunning.
Liao Jixiang was taken aback, and really got angry, the words of reprimand were on his lips, but he saw Xie Yilu jumping to take off his boots, the boots were thrown to the ground, and he went to pull the socks again.
"What are you... doing?" Liao Jixiang asked, probably a little scared, leaning back slightly, but he couldn't tell what he was afraid of.
Xie Yilu didn't answer, and sat down next to him, hipbones squeezed hipbones, arms touching arms: "I also... want to wash my feet."
Wow, it was the sound of water waves shaking, he came in, Liao Jixiang shook, Xie Yilufei stepped on his feet in such a big basin, meat pressed against the flesh, the only thing that could be counted as a barrier was a slippery strand of water. Watermarks.
The smell of sandalwood started, Xie Yilu gasped a bit indecently, surrounded by Liao Jixiang's smell, he rashly became fascinated: "Have you never washed your feet like this before?"
Of course Liao Jixiang didn't answer, Xie Yilu lifted up one side of his hair out of the way and put it behind his ear carefully: "I want you to taste everything you haven't tried before."
This is the truth, he feels sorry for his sacrifice and his patience, and he also pities him who has never tasted the jerky taste of bed in his 30s, and more of admiration, which is the admiration this person should only have from heaven.
Liao Jixiang didn't speak, didn't show his position, and always had a feeling of wanting to run. Xie Yilu stared at him, reluctant to look away, then bent down, slowly stretched his hands into the water, and caught his feet at once. Living.
Liao Jixiang was trembling all over, not because someone touched his foot, but because the person who held his foot said, "Loose... let go!"
Xie Yilu didn't speak, and washed him carefully, rubbing the soles, tops of feet, and the sensitive toes, he couldn't put it down.
"Okay...it's okay..." Liao Jixiang held his sleeve anxiously, it was indeed too long after washing, Xie Yilu had to let go, only then did he realize that there was no foot towel at hand.
"Let you make trouble, now there is no one with a foot towel." Liao Jixiang complained unhappily.
Xie Yilu hurriedly picked up socks from the ground, picked them up and wiped himself carelessly, next to a pair of casual shoes, he stepped into them, only stepped into half of his feet, then stood up, and began to undress to Liao Jixiang.
Liao Jixiang stared blankly at him, saw him take off his outer robe and squat down, folded the robe on his knees, lifted his foot from the basin and wiped it slowly. Although it was not an official uniform, it was also his attire. Liao Jixiang looked at this man silently, and his heartstrings were faintly plucked.
Xie Yilu pinched his ankle, baby, as if hugged in his arms, wiped it, and lingered on it with his eyes, the pure white, soft skin glowing with water, vivid and warm in the palm of his hand, The nails are trimmed just right, the socket of the foot is deep, but the heel is small and round, Xie Yilu must be crazy, he touched the arch of the foot with his lips quickly.
Liao Jixiang saw it, and suddenly retracted his toes, but because of the darkness, he was not sure: "What are you doing?" He asked in panic, and retracted his feet while asking.
"Ah?" Xie Yilu pretended to be stupid, followed his strength, put his feet on the bed obediently, turned around, and said hesitantly, "It's late, go to sleep."
Liao Jixiang stared at him suspiciously, wanting to accuse him of his birthday-giving behavior, but he was ashamed to say some words, Xie Yilu stepped on those small shoes with difficulty, went to the desk to blow the wax, and came back past the big couch that had been arranged , He didn't fall asleep, but just took a pillow from the bed.
Liao Jixiang saw it and hurriedly asked, "Why don't you sleep?"
"I'm not used to sleeping on the couch."
He talked nonsense, and Liao Jixiang finally became strict: "If you don't sleep on the couch, go out!"
As if Xie Yilu didn't hear it, he came back and sat on the edge of the bed, begging shyly, "Can't we sleep with our heads upside down under the quilt?"
When he said this, Liao Jixiang was speechless, and he compromised and pampered this person who could have solved the matter by calling "Come here": "Pass me the wine tray."
Xie Yilu turned his head to look, and there was a small silver plate on the partition of the carved bed frame. On the plate was a jug and an upside-down silver cup: "Do you drink at night?"
"You have to eat milk in the morning, and you have to drink wine at night," said Liao Jixiang, crossing up his good leg, and with a rather bold look, took the plate and put it on the mattress. "It's a habitual problem in Gansu."
Xie Yilu watched him pour himself a glass of wine leisurely, and when he was feeling sad, he raised his neck freely and freely, the angle formed by his jawbone and neck was extremely beautiful, his long hair swayed with his shoulders and arms, as light as a dream.
Xie Yilu couldn't help stroking his hair, probably because he was drunk, Liao Jixiang directly refused: "Don't touch me!"
I don't know why, Xie Yilu was more fascinated by his vivid resistance than the shy dodge before, he stared at him and the cup of wine in his hand hungrily, like a wild dog begging for food.
"Would you like a cup?" Liao Jixiang asked with blurred eyes, Xie Yilu hated drinking, but now he nodded cheerfully.
Liao Jixiang poured it for him, giggling while pouring it, as if waiting to see his joke.
Picking up the glass, Xie Yilu realized that his wrist was shaking, maybe it was excitement or nervousness, he swallowed the wine all at once, and suddenly, he covered his mouth and started coughing, arching his back in pain while coughing Well, what kind of fine wine did Liao Jixiang give, but spirits that cut people's throats like knives!
Liao Jixiang laughed heartily like a rare one. He laughed enough. He held Xie Yilu's shoulders, like a child to a younger brother, and wiped away the residual wine from his mouth with his thumb.
Xie Yilu half nestled on the bed, looked up tearfully, looking at the blurred silhouette in the candle light: "You drink this, you will be bad."
The laughter stopped, and after a moment of silence, Liao Jixiang said softly: "If you don't drink, your heart will be broken."
It was as if a beast broke free from the chain and roared out of his chest. Xie Yilu grabbed his hand and wanted to say "I warm your heart" or "Don't ask for wine, I will accompany you " and other lingering words, there was a sudden "meow" from the other side of the big couch, and Master Zhang called out.
"The cat is here." Xie Yilu was actually a little afraid of cats, so he took Lalio Jixiang's hand, "Let someone carry it out."
"It's okay," Liao Jixiang rubbed against his body, probably because he was slightly drunk, "It's because you took his bed, just coax him tomorrow."
"I didn't expect..." Xie Yilu moved closer to him, greedily sniffing the alcohol on his temples, "You also have a cat."
"What kind of eunuch doesn't keep a cat?" Liao Jixiang laughed again, this time laughing at himself. Halfway through the laugh, he caught off guard and said cruel words, "Without a cat at night, a person's bedding is too cold..."
Xie Yilu snatched his jug and wine cup, and hid it under the bed: "No more," he blew out the only wax beside the shop, and the room became dark immediately, "Sleep." He said, pulling the thin Two people were trapped inside.
They really slept with their heads and feet upside down. They said they wanted to sleep, but how could they sleep, especially Xie Yilu: "Yangchun," as soon as he lay down, he called, "Don't you ask me why I came?"
Liao Jixiang didn't respond.
He thought he was drunk, so he lifted the quilt and looked at those feet in the dark. He was about to grab them furtively, when Liao Jixiang said, "I heard someone say something." The voice was steady, Very sober, "You people, if you like it, you just listen to what people say, and if you hate it, you just listen to what people say."
Xie Yilu seemed to understand what he said, but after thinking about it carefully, he seemed to be confused: "I will come to accompany you every night from now on, okay?"
Liao Jixiang turned over and didn't answer, Xie Yilu was so daring that he was caught by his feet, and even if he was caught, he pulled him into his arms.
Liao Jixiang struggled hard and freed his right foot, but the bad left foot was so weak that he couldn't get rid of it: "Don't do this!" He sounded like he was afraid, and he was very afraid, so he begged, "You take a concubine!" Come on, I'll hire you..."
"I don't want a concubine," Xie Yilu flipped off his collar in a daze, hearing the rustling sound, Liao Jixiang leaned on the pillow and looked this way in horror, "No... no way!"
He thought that Xie Yilu was going to do something shameless, but he couldn't imagine how shameless it was, it was purely out of ignorance of sexual matters, he flinched and howled wildly, but in the end what was waiting for him was nothing but a warm Embrace——Xie Yilu wanted to use his chest to warm his bad feet, which couldn't even be warmed up by spirits.
Liao Jixiang shuddered violently. This was the first time in his life that he stuck to someone else's flesh. Only when he touched it did he realize how cold he was in the past: "Chunhoe, you..."
"Hush..." Xie Yilu coaxed him, patted that foot tenderly, "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Meazza didn't sleep much at night. Before dawn, he got up and played with knives for a while. At Maoshichu, he dressed up and went to Liao Jixiang's place to have breakfast. a row.
"Not up yet?" Meazza frowned.
The eunuch on duty shook his head.
"When did you sleep last night?"
"I can't hear it," the eunuch on duty reported truthfully, "The two of you seem to be... whispering all the time."
"Open the door." Meazza went straight forward, and the eunuch on duty hurriedly pushed the door open for him. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Xie Yilu, fully dressed, standing in front of Liao Jixiang's bookshelf, looking eagerly, seeing him come in, He nodded politely.
Meazza didn't care to talk to him, and he didn't understand Liao Jixiang's expensive collections. He probably knew that there were some good things, such as Zhao Mengfu's ink-blotted posters of the Tang Dynasty and Cai Xiang's poems from the previous dynasty, and Wen Zhengming of the time. Su's self-narration post, Li Xiya post, Zhu Zhishan's real grass post and so on.
He looked contemptuously from the side of the desk to the side of Ba Bu's bed. He knew that Liao Jixiang was on the bed, and he loved lazy beds. He couldn't get up at all at this moment. His eyes passed by the big couch in the corner of the room, and then returned immediately. , the quilt was neatly spread on top without even turning a corner.
His face froze, his eye sockets turned blue from shock, the fire fighters came in one after another, and placed cups, plates and chopsticks on the table. Liao Jixiang heard the sound and sat up limply. Meazza hurriedly looked over to him, waist-high His long hair was splashed like ink on his body-he never let his hair loose when he slept! Moving his lips, Meazza clenched his fists.
"Brother Seven," Liao Jixiang rubbed his eyes wearily when he saw him, "I won't eat with you today."
The implication is to let him go. Meazza is a person who cares about face, so he turned around and left without saying a word. When he came out of the house, he rushed for more than ten steps and stopped, thinking that if Liao Jixiang would eat with him, who would eat with him? Petty official? He went back unwillingly, when someone called from behind: "Boss."
It was Jintang, wearing the new lotus pattern stickers released by Curry, and bowed to him with a smile, and was about to say hello, when Liao Jixiang's room suddenly heard a quarrel.
The eunuchs on duty and the firemen came out one by one, and Meazza and Jintang brushed them in. In the middle of the room, Xie Yilu yelled aggressively: "...you look down upon me, I misjudged you!"
Liao Jixiang didn't reply, but slumped his shoulders, as if avoiding his sharpness, Meazza couldn't see him being angry, kicked over the chair, and shouted: "Xie Yilu!"
Xie Yilu understood, what right did he have to lose his temper in this room, what should be said, he walked away sullenly, Meazza rushed to Liao Jixiang, Jintang looked at the ground, there were two thin and soft bookshelves under the bookshelf. The small iron box was opened, revealing the stamped gold and silver ingots inside, which were just sent by Chen Yushi of the Metropolitan Procuratorate last month.
He chased Xie Yilu out, shouting while chasing: "We are responsible for harvesting those yellow and white rice, Duke Du didn't know about it!"
"Just make it up for him," Xie Yilu turned around abruptly, staring at him with red eyes, as if he was the one being scolded, "He admitted it all!"
Jintang could tell that he really cared about Liao Jixiang, "A few dry yellow rice, a few cubes of white rice, is it a big deal for someone in the position of Du Gong?"
That was eunuch's eunuch, "Qian" means "Qian", "Fang" means "Wan", Xie Yilu understood: "He is not such a person," he blushed and stomped anxiously, "He shouldn't be like this people!"
"He's not that kind of person," Jin Tang nodded, "But he doesn't want it, the higher-ups want it!"
Xie Yilu was stunned: "Boss?" He asked, "Old ancestor?"
This person saved Qu Feng's life, and Jin Tang did not make false claims with him: "The old ancestor is reluctant to take a hair of our Duke."
Xie Yilu couldn't think of anyone else who could influence Liao Jixiang: "Who is that?"
"Not to mention our duke, even the ancestors, we have to honor him according to the day."
Could it be that... Xie Yilu flicked his sleeves: "Absurd, I don't believe it!"
Jintang laughed instead: "It's best if you don't believe me."
Xie Yilu believed it, and approached cautiously: "This world belongs to him, and he still covets the eunuch's filial money?"
"He is also a human being, and he also wants to build a big house, marry a beautiful lady, and accumulate treasures," Jintang shouldn't have said. "Should he tell the household department to use the land tax money of the common people? This is known to all the internal officials." Do you think all the money that Qi Wan and those people have stolen is yours?" He shook his head, "Whoever dares to take it alone will be charged with corruption and killed."
Xie Yilu backed away in shock, while Jintang took a step forward: "Everyone in the palace calls the position of weaving as Dengxian, Mr. Xie, do you think this fairy belongs to Bai Deng?" He said to Xie Yilu, "Please." " gesture, meaning to let him go, "Duke is already difficult enough, don't force him."