Shen Zechuan suddenly imitated Xiao Chiye's move last time, throwing water on his face, taking the opportunity to grab the clothes from his hand.
Xiao Chiye couldn't open his eyes because of the water droplets, stretched out his arms and pulled off the dry towel, put it on Shen Zechuan's head, and rubbed it randomly. Shen Zechuan was still getting dressed, and he was swaying half body from the kneading. He hated him so much that he kicked his chair with his bare feet.
The chair under Xiao Chiye's buttocks was pushed back, he immediately stretched his legs, pinched Shen Zechuan tightly, dragged it to him, and rubbed Shen Zechuan's head like a son of a bitch.
"Then I'll do whatever I want!" Xiao Chiye said fiercely.
"Follow...you...eight...two!" Shen Zechuan's voice was interrupted as he rubbed his handkerchief.
Xiao Chiye tore off the towel, and without saying a word, pinched Shen Zechuan's chin with one hand, and went down the back of his neck with the other, touching the waist and buttocks.
"Bastard," Xiao Chiye said, "you call me a bastard?"
Shen Zechuan's belt was not fastened properly, and the clothes on his body were Xiao Chiye's old clothes, which were hung loosely at the moment, exposing his collarbone. The water droplets on his body wet Xiao Chiye's fingertips along with Xiao Chiye's movements, blending with the smooth touch.
"I didn't say it." Shen Zechuan pressed Xiao Chiye's hand with his backhand, "It is said that there are three provinces every day, second son, you should reflect well."
"You don't understand." Xiao Chiye held Shen Zechuan's hand with his nimble fingers, "The first word I knew was 'bastard', I said earlier that you second son is a bastard, I don't need to reflect on this matter at all. Your waist is too thin, isn't it?"
"That's because you touched less." Shen Zechuan said coldly.
"Yes." Xiao Chiye pretended not to understand, but wanted to talk about another meaning, "Of course I haven't touched your waist a few times."
Shen Zechuan didn't want to play with him anymore, he restrained his belt with one hand, and said, "Since I touch it back, it's over."
Xiao Chiye loosened his legs, and Shen Zechuan fastened his belt. He was rubbed with a handkerchief by Xiao Chiye, and his face turned red.
Xiao Chiye felt hot, got up and picked up the Dongzhu on the ground, just in time to see Shen Zechuan's bare legs. He was stunned for a moment, then stood up very quickly, took two steps back, approached two more steps, and said, "Sleep."
Shen Zechuan poured a bowl of hot ginger soup, and after rinsing his mouth, he sneezed again.
Xiao Chiye thought his sneezing was funny, like a cat... Xiao Chiye soaked the handkerchief with cold water and wiped his face.
"Don't go there." Xiao Chiye took off his clothes and pointed to his bed, "You sleep in my bed."
Shen Zechuan wiped his mouth and said, "It's better to be respectful than to obey."
He was also polite and sat on Xiao Chiye's bed.
Xiao Chiye moved the table and chairs away, and then dragged the Xumi couch in the house to the vacated position, just a step away from Shen Zechuan. He rolled over and lay down, resting his arms on his head, and said, "Lanzhou, turn off the lights."
Shen Zechuan blew the lamp, lifted the quilt and lay down with his back to him.
It was still snowing outside, and it was hot and quiet inside.
Xiao Chiye closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep. His fingertips still had the feeling of touching Shen Zechuan, and it became clearer and clearer in the darkness now. Xiao Chiye opened his eyes, stared at the roof, and began to think about the sky in the north.
Desire is sanctified.
When the master taught him to hold the bow, it was the season when the water and grass in Libei were fertile. He sat on the fence at the edge of the racecourse, cocked his head and looked at the blue sky.
Zuo Qianqiu asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Xiao Chiye had a bone spanner on his neck. He shook his calf and said, "I want an eagle, Master, I want to fly."
Zuo Qianqiu sat on the side and looked at him, patted the back of his head, and said: "You are also a child full of desires. But the world is holy without desire. Many things, with desire, is a cage."
Xiao Chiye couldn't sit still, grabbed the railing with both hands, and hung upside down on it, covered with grass and dust in his little robe. "It's human nature to want to," he said.
"Wanting is the beginning of joy and pain." Zuo Qianqiu held his big bow and wiped it carefully, "If you admit that you are a mortal full of desires, you will have to worry about gains and losses. If you want, you must get it, that's how you are. A little wolf with a personality. But Aye, there will always be many things in the future that you want but will never get, what should you do at that time?"
Xiao Chiye landed on the grass, grabbed the hem of his robe, and caught a big grasshopper. He pinched the struggling grasshopper and said halfheartedly, "Father said that if there is a will, things will come true, and there is nothing that can't be obtained."
Zuo Qianqiu sighed and felt that he was too young, so he pointed to the sky helplessly and said, "Okay. Then if you want to fly, can you really fly?"
Xiao Chiye let go of the grasshopper, looked up at Zuo Qianqiu, and said earnestly, "I can learn how to tame an eagle. If I tame an eagle, its wings belong to me, and the sky it flies is what I fly. The sky that has passed. Master, people have to be flexible."
Zuo Qianqiu looked at him for a while and said, "You are better than me... I am a fool who can't be flexible."
Xiao Chiye opened his arms like an eagle, ran a few steps on the grass against the wind, and said, "I still want to train a horse."
"Eagle and horses are both stubborn things." Zuo Qianqiu followed him and said, "It seems that we, Aye, like people who are unruly and unruly."
"Tame," Xiao Chiye said, "I like this kind of process."
Xiao Chiye thought.
He doesn't like this kind of process, he enjoys it, he is fascinated. It's like boiling an eagle. You won't let the eagle sleep for seven days, and you won't feed the eagle for four days. You have to hang it until the hair on the top of its head rises. hunt.
Now "Lust|lust" is his new eagle.
Xiao Chiye tilted his head slightly and looked at Shen Zechuan's back. The clothes were slanted and slippery, exposing the back of Shen Zechuan's neck, like a piece of rough jade in the dark.
Xiao Chiye became hard again.
He didn't move or look away. He didn't believe that such a superficial lust could dominate him, nor did he believe that he would submit to such a brutal instinct.
It wasn't dawn the next day, and the two of them sat up together as if they had finally had enough.
The guard, who had been lying on the roof all night, breathed in the heat, watched the maids file in, and said, "There's nothing going on at night."
The drinker said, "It didn't work."
The one holding the pen said suspiciously, "How do you know this?"
The drinker moved his body, watched Shen Zechuan come out of the room, and said, "Look, he is acting as usual today, except for the darkness at the moment, he clearly looks like he has rested."
The two of them turned their heads neatly, and looked at Xiao Chiye who was going out behind.
The one holding the pen said, "...Second Young Master doesn't look very happy."
The drinker said, "I don't want to be satisfied."
Chen Yang put on a big cloak for Xiao Chiye, and seeing his solemn expression, he said, "Governor, but what's wrong with him?"
Xiao Chiye said, "Well, that's it."
Chen Yang was startled and said, "Last night..."
"It's quite proficient in pretending to be sleeping." Xiao Chiye fastened his wolf sword and went down the stairs in the snow, "Go, go to the Fengshan school grounds."
Chen Yang chased after him and said, "It's not worth it today, it's snowing again, Governor..."
Xiao Chiye got on his horse and said in a deep voice, "I'm going to see the new equipment. You ask Gujin and Ding Tao to keep an eye on him."
Chen Yang nodded.
Xiao Chiye raised his head and shouted to the two people on the roof, "If you lose them again, you're going to get out."
The two heads that emerged from the roof nodded in unison, then shrank back.
Ding Tao put the pen and book back in her arms properly and said, "That's it, I've changed from the second son's guard to his guard."
Gujin shook the remaining wine and said, "I think he can beat eight by himself, just stare at him."
"Just stare at him." Ding Tao got ready, put her hands on her lap, sat for a while, and said, "But what about others?"
The two looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and said, "Not good!"
* * *
Shen Zechuan ate the buns and opened the back door of Zhaosin Temple.
Ji Gang was boxing in the courtyard. When he saw him coming, he wiped his sweat with a handkerchief on, and asked, "Why are you here now?"
Shen Zechuan said: "I will be busy in a few days, so today is convenient."
Mrs. Qi slept in the stack of papers, snoring like thunder. Shen Zechuan and Ji Gang didn't enter the house, sitting under the eaves gossiping.
Ji Gang wiped his face and said, "You haven't worked hard lately, have you?"
Shen Zechuan lifted his sleeves, revealing the green marks left when he and Xiao Chiye sparred the day before, and said, "We had a fight with Xiao Er."
Ji Gang was stunned for a moment, then burst into anger: "How dare he hit you?!"
"I guess it's because I want to see my family's kung fu." Shen Zechuan put down his sleeves and said, "Master, he is really blessed and his physique is even better than that of King Li Bei. I use the Ji family fist to counteract it, like a cockroach shaking a tree, I can't shake it at all. move him."
"Zuo Qianqiu left the capital and went to Suotianguan, and met Feng Yisheng in Suotianguan." Ji Gang said, "Feng Yisheng accepted Zuo Qianqiu as his adopted son and passed on the Feng family swordsmanship to him. When I arrived at Xiao Er, I am afraid that It's different from us. But the Ji family naturally has the strengths of the Ji family. If you can really compete in swordsmanship, you can compare the difference."
"The Langru Sword was made by a famous craftsman under the command of the great commander Qi. It cuts iron like mud, and ordinary swords are useless when encountering it." Shen Zechuan said thoughtfully.
"The swordsmiths of the Qi family made 'general swords', which were specially made for battles on the battlefield. Look at Xiao Er's wolf savage sword, if it can go on the battlefield, it can cut through human bones with a straight slash, all to fit that kid's arm strength. Made." Ji Gang said, stepping off the snow on his shoes, "We, if we have a chance, we may not be used to it. But you don't need to be in a hurry with your knife, Master has already found it for you."
"My knife?" Shen Zechuan was slightly startled.
"Jinyiwei is a good place." Ji Gang smiled at him, "You haven't been here for a long time, and you'll know it in the future. This is the place where the dragons and crouching tigers are hidden in the Great Zhou Dynasty. She has a famous craftsman in Qi Zhuyin, and we also have Jinyiwei. I miss Ji. Lei's sword, wait for Master to bring that sword to you, and then give it to an old friend for re-forging, it is no worse than Xiao Er's wolf-brutal sword!"
"Isn't Ji Lei's knife an embroidered spring knife?"
"He usually brings the embroidered spring knife, but he also hid my father's knife." Ji Gang hummed, "Why isn't he dead yet? Dali Temple is sentenced as soon as possible, and the knife can be sealed in the library. As long as Once in the library, Master has a way."
"After being punished for a long time," Shen Zechuan said warmly, "he can't stand it anymore."
"Have you found the person I asked you to find before Qiuhun?" Ji Gang remembered this and hurriedly asked.
"I found it." Shen Zechuan smiled, "I'm waiting for him to come out."
* * *
Xiao Chiye didn't come back from dinner, and Shen Zechuan rested in his room. He heard hurried footsteps outside in the middle of the night, and then someone knocked on his door.
Shen Zechuan wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but when he heard the sound of the window, Xiao Chiye raised the window with the scabbard and whistled at him.
He landed on the edge of the window and turned his head to look inside.
"We agreed to sleep together," Xiao Chiye said unhappily, "Why did you come back?"
Shen Zechuan threw a pillow out of the window, and Xiao Chiye took it. Shen Zechuan had to get up and open the door with his blanket in his arms.
Xiao Chiye hugged his pillow, suddenly smelled it, and said, "Are you applying incense?"
Shen Zechuan said, "I apply ten pounds of fat powder a day."
"Really." Xiao Chiye laughed.
Shen Zechuan walked in front, Xiao Chiye stood behind, and even the wind at night couldn't blow Shen Zechuan. The back of his neck froze, and he glanced back.
Xiao Chiye scratched him with his finger, and sniffed his own finger again, feeling a little puzzled.
"What's the smell on your body?" Xiao Chiye said, "a..."
Shen Zechuan raised the blanket over his head, and said calmly, "That's the smell of your own fire|medicine."
Xiao Chiye stood for a while, and lifted up the edge of the blanket with lightning speed, covering Shen Zechuan in as well.
Ding Tao, whose head was exposed by the eaves, quickly took out a small book and said excitedly, "Second son, okay, I caught him!"