In the morning of thirty children, the family was hanging lanterns to distribute red envelopes, and women and children crowded around the rockery to set off firecrackers. Qiu Luan arrived, bringing twelve brocade guards, all dressed in colorful clothes, with two plum blossoms on their heads, and carrying gifts. Come to pay New Year greetings to Qu Feng.
It was a bit difficult for Qu Feng to come to their house. After all, the only thing that Yongshe could stand on was the flag of the anti-eunuch party, but he dared not deny the face of the weaving bureau. So, the first sentence when they meet is: "Xiaguan Qufeng sends New Year's greetings to Duke Du!"
Qiu Luan is really beautiful today, with a newly plucked pheasant tail stuck on the left side of the hat scarf, it looks like a small sword, which makes people extremely energetic. On his body is a big red woven gold flower python dragon, casually arching his hands: " Happy New Year to Master Qu!"
He stepped into the room with no one in sight, Qu Feng could only follow behind, winking at the female relatives who were walking along the way, telling them to hide.
"Don't avoid it," Qiu Luan waved his hands and smiled indifferently, "I'm not a man either."
Hearing this, Qu Feng felt a "thump" in his heart. He had a bad premonition. He went up to the hall and set out tea. Lord, I don’t want Duke Du to come first!”
It doesn't matter if this is a polite question or a question, Qiu Luan didn't answer him, he moved his finger a little, and asked Jin Yiwei to bring up a brocade box: "The ancestor asked me to bring it to my father."
When the box was opened, there was a jug of wine and two cups. Qu Feng looked grateful: "My father is seriously ill and bedridden. I will kneel down on my father's behalf to thank the ancestor for his kindness!"
"I heard," Qiu Luan greeted him to get up, "Come on, let's eat it for your father."
As he said that, Jin Yiwei came to uncork and pour wine, Qu Feng was called to him by Qiu Luan, sat down respectfully, and clinked glasses courteously: "In the future, I hope the Duke will show more mercy."
"It's easy to say." Qiu Luan held the cup and watched him drink, Qu Feng made a gesture of drinking, and suddenly remembered something, before the wine touched his lips, "Mr. Du, Zheng Mian..."
Qiu Luan narrowed his eyes, and smiled slowly: "He belongs to the branch in the East Plant, and he will have to cut it sooner or later."
Using Huatou, Qu Feng put down the cup and said bitterly: "If the Dugong wants to eradicate Zheng Mi, the next official is willing to do the work of a dog and a horse!"
Qiu Luan looked at his cup, curled his lips in displeasure: "Hey, you didn't drink any wine."
Qu Feng quickly picked up the cup again, and smiled flatteringly: "The governor didn't drink, and the subordinates dare not drink first."
Qiu Luan laughed more presumptuously than him: "Okay, I'll drink first." He put the cup to his mouth and raised his head, but because of the delay, he frowned: "There is a man named Jin Tang's... did he die at the hands of Zheng Mian?"
Hearing that name, Qu Feng felt as if he had been punched in the head, and was stunned: "Duke is... Who did you listen to?"
"I asked someone about Zheng Xian's case before I came to Nanjing." Qiu Luan knocked on the small table between the two of them, "I heard that this Jintang also has friendship with you?"
Qu Feng's mouth moved immediately, as if he wanted to say something, but after pondering for a long while, he said: "It's just a nodding acquaintance, and I haven't said a word in total."
Qiu Luan's expression changed, he leaned his elbows on the edge of the table, distanced himself openly from him, stayed silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Drink the wine."
Qu Feng glanced down at the glass of wine, and fake coughed twice: "The lower official's throat feels uncomfortable, so I can't drink..."
Qiu Luan slapped the table with a slap, and immediately the dozen Jinyi guards started to move, holding down Qu Feng's, mouth-picking, and drinking wine. The maids in the hall were terrified, and they knelt on the ground, trembling with their heads in their hands.
"I wanted to write to you," Qiu Luan shook his sleeves in disgust, "forcing me to use force!"
Jin Yiwei surrounded Qu Feng like an iron barrel, and through a human wall, he cried out in pain: "Why...why!"
Qiu Luan patted the arm of the Jin Yiwei who was nearby, and handed over his own glass of wine, and then heard Qu Feng's throat-choking cough.
"I've already arrived in Nanjing, what does the old ancestor want you to do?" Qiu Luan stood up with a smile, put his arms on the shoulders of his group of Jin Yiwei, leaned back and looked in, Qu Feng was already bleeding from seven holes, and he didn't take much breath He said, "Zheng Mi's branch is redundant, do you think your Yongshe branch is not redundant?"
He was cold, watching Qu Feng's pupils scatter and die little by little in the chair: "From now on," he said, "there will only be one cloud in the sky of Nanjing."
"Dead." Jin Yiwei turned his head, his tone was a bit indifferent, Qiu Luan didn't mind, and ordered in a low voice, "Go to his study, find all the documents, letters, and words with words!"
Jin Yiwei understood what he meant, Qu Feng and Zheng Mian were fighting so fiercely, they must have a lot of black accounts in their hands, taking ready-made ones from him, saving them a little bit of savings.
Qiu Luan left half of his staff, walked down the hall in a big way, pointed at a maid on the way, and shouted: "Your young master died of illness, find someone to collect the body!"
Xie Yilu opened the door of the room, hummed a little tune and swept the floor. On the table were two fish and a piece of meat, which were given by the school. When the courtyard door rang outside, he put down his broom and saw that Liao Jixiang had returned, carrying a A jug of wine and a few packs of cooked food.
"Why did you come back?" Xie Yilu took the things in his hand and asked casually.
The streets and alleys were full of firecrackers, but Liao Jixiang pretended not to hear it. He came back really late, with a flushed face and a shy expression.
Xie Yilu didn't pay attention, opened the paper bag, poured loose wine on it, pulled his arm, grabbed a piece of cooked food and fed it to him, at this moment Liao Jixiang's eyes flashed, and Xie Yilu didn't dare to look at him, Xie Yilu felt something was wrong: "What's wrong?"
Liao Jixiang remained silent, lowered his head and shook it.
Xie Yilu held his chin to make him look up, and Liao Jixiang lifted his head up, with such a red face, shy and timid, more beautiful than flowers: "Tell me, what's wrong?"
Liao Jixiang seemed terribly ashamed, lowered his eyes and murmured, "It's all right."
Xie Yilu knew his temperament, so he couldn't force it: "Come on," he hugged him and brought him to the table. Liao Jixiang shuddered when he grabbed him, Xie Yilu frowned, and hugged him tightly. "What's the matter, did you meet a bad guy outside?"
Xie Yilu thought of Dongda Yingbi, he was afraid that Liao Jixiang would also encounter that kind of thing, but judging by his appearance, he was not injured, but was inexplicably shy.
He let go of him, and smiled innocently: "I thought of a few crossword puzzles, please help me to read." He went to pick up a pen, and Liao Jixiang fetched wine, each of them took a cup, and sipped slowly.
What Xie Yilu wrote is: the top is not the top, the bottom is not the bottom, not the top, only the bottom.
Liao Jixiang guessed it right away: "It's a 'one'." He drank the wine in one gulp, took the pen from Xie Yilu's hand, and put it in the ink dish, "I'll give you one."
He wrote vigorously, and Xie Yilu read it word by word: "Leaning on the railing, Dongjun will go." The word is beautiful, the words are also beautiful, and the person is even more beautiful. "When the wine glass was empty, Xie Yilu immediately filled it up for him, "Shan Duojiao, the lover is gone." He thought of their previous sufferings, those partings, and all the hardships, all for this moment of reunion, " Suffocated, laughing without heart!"
Liao Jixiang put down his pen and looked at him provocatively with the energy of drinking. It was so beautiful, just like his strong and muscular characters, that it made Xie Yilu unable to open his eyes: "Yes..." He guessed nervously, " Is it the word 'door'?"
Liao Jixiang laughed "puchi", and leaned softly on his shoulder, he must have guessed right, Xie Yilu looked down at the sleeves he had dragged by the table, "The ink stains are dripping down the sleeves, and there are also wine stains "... He loves him, even one of his sleeves and one of his nails: "Tell me, what happened?" Because of love, he must ask.
Liao Jixiang slid towards his chest, probably because he had been drinking, and became bolder: "I came back from buying wine, and in the alley next to me... was blocked by two rascals."
Xie Yilu's breath was suffocated, this made him feel more palpitating than Dongda Screen Wall!
"There was no one in the alley, so they forced me into a corner," Liao Jixiang covered his face with his sleeve because of his embarrassment, "They called me 'poor eunuch' like a dog, and then..."
Xie Yilu grabbed him hard and heard him murmur: "They took off their pants and told me..."
He kept silent because of shame, Xie Yilu hurriedly urged: "What did they say!"
Liao Jixiang's face was flushed under his sleeves, and he pursed his lips: "They said let me, let me watch them..."
Xie Yilu knew what it was. Liao Jixiang said that word. He forced him to say it last time by the mirror frame. This time, like last time, Liao Jixiang picked his ear and confide to him tremblingly: " chicken… "
Xie Yilu hurriedly hugged him tightly: "They didn't do anything, did they?"
Liao Jixiang shook his head, after shaking his head, he looked at him cautiously, curiously: "But..." he asked softly, "Why are they different from you?"
Xie Yilu never thought that Liao Jixiang would look at other people's things, he couldn't tell whether it was jealousy or anger, and muttered unhappily: "What's the difference?"
"They..." Liao Jixiang crawled into his arms like mosquitoes, "very small."
Xie Yilu suddenly felt guilty, he didn't tell him his own size, he was completely ignorant when he was forced to suffer under his body, "Soft is not as hard as it is hard."
"No," Liao Jixiang looked up at him from his arms, "There is one, because I kept staring at him, he became hard," he said stupidly, cute and hateful, "It's not as big as you."
Xie Yilu got angry, rather than saying that he was angry, it was better to say that he was in a hurry: "Don't go that way again in the future!"
Liao Jixiang was taken aback, but still asked: "Is it..." He reached down to cover Xie Yilu's protruding crotch, and rubbed it, "Everyone is not the same size?"
Xie Yilu stared at him fiercely, this ignorant but deadly guy: "Really..." He had to admit, honestly, "I'm a little older than others."
Liao Jixiang thought for a while, then pointed outside: "How does it compare with the old man at the door?"
Now Xie Yilu was really angry: "How can you compare with him!" He held Liao Jixiang's shoulders and said fiercely, "Don't think about this or that. To tell you the truth, I am bigger and braver than them all. It's been a long time!"
Liao Jixiang didn't quite understand, and didn't know if what he said was true or not: "Is it okay to be big...?"
"I'm alright, you don't know yet," Xie Yilu unbuttoned his belt, and shoved the sticky thing into his hand, "Just have fun."
Liao Jixiang still didn't believe it. In his heart, Xie Yilu was never a "brave" person. Xie Yilu saw it, but he had no choice but to hold his hand and beg: "Don't look at other people's eyes." ,Did you hear me?"
Liao Jixiang didn't say anything at first, and played with the big thing in his hand for a while, then nodded slowly.
Xie Yilu sighed, he was worried, suddenly he understood that Meazza and the others could not look down on Liao Jixiang by himself: "Where are you going in the future, I will go with you."
"It's okay," Liao Jixiang tore open his pants on one side, and rubbed them vigorously on the other side, "I'm going on the road."
Xie Yilu hugged him and said tremblingly, "I dare not let you go out!"
Liao Jixiang looked at him warmly, took his hand, and touched the back of his buttocks: "Finger," he said, Xie Yilu immediately obediently stretched out his middle finger, and Liao Jixiang held it and poked it into the crevice of his buttocks, "Usually If you do it often, you can open the door."
This is seduction? Xie Yilu was dazed, Liao Jixiang leaned over, licked his face twice, held his thing again, rubbed against his bare skin, and said coyly while rubbing: "You vent a little on this..."
Xie Yilu's legs were so weak that he couldn't stand: "Huh?"
"Put the yang essence here..." Liao Jixiang's voice became smaller and smaller, Xie Yilu looked at his snow-white hip bones, and probably guessed what he meant, "It's useless, it can't raise the yang."
"Qiyang can't do it," Liao Jixiang bit his lips in embarrassment, "It's good to grow some hair..."
Xie Yilu was taken aback by what he said, and glanced at his clean private parts, "How nice it is so white and clean."
"But they all have hair," Liao Jixiang looked at him aggrievedly, "I also want..."
Xie Yilu's heart softened immediately: "Okay, okay," he grabbed himself from the root, inserted between his legs, "tightened," he began to shrug his waist back and forth, "Come out in a while, I'll paint it all for you! "
For a moment, Xie Yilu felt that he was not like his man, but like his medicine.