After a light and delicious dinner, Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan took a walk in the flowery courtyard.
The breeze was gentle, the corridor was quiet, and the moonlight was hazy. Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan talked about the past, trying to recall something.
Gu Heyan and Mu Zhiming talked about their first encounter in the ancient temple when they were children.
Gu Heyan usually doesn't talk much, so it's rare to see him explain something like this. Mu Zhiming listened very carefully and didn't dare to say a word, for fear of interrupting Gu Heyan.
He frequently turned his head and stared at Gu Heyan's profile, so much that he didn't notice when he reached the end of the corridor when he was supposed to go down the steps.
Gu Heyan's eyes were quick and his hands were fast, he suddenly stretched out his arms around Mu Zhiming's waist, and pulled him back. Due to the force, Mu Zhiming slammed into Gu Heyan's broad and stable arms, and heard his heartbeat like Lin Lu's random collision.
"Are you okay?" Gu Heyan let go of Mu Zhiming and frowned worriedly.
"It's alright." Mu Zhiming stroked his chest with his hand, sighed, and said with a smile, "I'm stupid, I don't look at the road when I walk, but fortunately, He Yan, you are by my side, otherwise I don't know how much I'd fall. Let's go, let's go. Going forward, there is a peach tree on the east side of the courtyard. It should be blooming. The peach blossoms in Dudao Sanli are comparable to the haze. I want to come there. "
With that said, Mu Zhiming was about to go to the east.
Gu Heyan was silent for a while, then rushed to Mu Zhiming's side and held his hand.
Mu Zhiming was startled and turned to look at him.
Gu Heyan also looked at Mu Zhiming and carefully observed his expression.
Mu Zhiming rolled his eyes, he held Gu Heyan's hand back, and said softly, "Heyan, it seems like an easy thing to fall in love with you."
In fact, all Gu Heyan wanted was an agreement, but what he could get from Mu Zhiming was always more than what he wanted.
On the east side of the courtyard, the bright moonlight blew the color of Wuling, which made people feel calm. The two were enjoying the scenery and reciting poems under the moonlight among the flowers. Later, because the night was cold and the wind picked up, Gu Heyan said: "The night is cold, so go back. Bar."
"Okay." Mu Zhiming smiled and nodded.
The two returned to the wing room, and Mu Zhiming picked up the fire book to light the lamp, and was stunned again when he came to the table.
On the table was a four-square lantern with a mahogany skeleton covered in yellow gauze, with a unique appearance and exquisite workmanship, and Mu Zhiming raised his head to look at Gu Heyan.
Gu Heyan explained: "I saw it on the street by accident. I guessed that you would like it, so I bought it."
Mu Zhiming raised his lips lightly, how could such a wonderful turning heron lantern be seen inadvertently on the street? Gu Heyan must have sought it out with his heart to get it.
If you think about it again, why did you meet Gu Heyan in Qianji Pavilion today, and you have the answer.
Mu Zhiming lit the candle with fire. After a while, the axle wheel turned due to the heat generated by the candle, and the silhouettes of several generals on horseback were thrown on the lamp by the candle. You chased me, which was novel and interesting.
"This is for me, right?" Mu Zhiming asked Gu Heyan with a smile.
Gu Heyan nodded.
Mu Zhiming: "As the saying goes, it's a matter of etiquette, what does the general want? I'll do everything I can to satisfy you."
Gu Heyan: "I didn't want to return the gift."
Mu Zhiming smiled softly like a stream: "I want to give it, if I can't return the gift, I will be ashamed, sleep and sleep will be difficult, He Yan, tell me, what do you want? As long as I can give it, I can do anything. "
Hearing Mu Zhiming's words, the candlelight reflected in Gu Heyan's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Really... can you do anything?"
Mu Zhiming nodded firmly: "Really."
"Okay." Gu Heyan said, "Then I want to... I want to... drink the porridge you made."
Mu Zhiming: "Ah?"
Mu Zhiming showed an expression of disbelief, and repeatedly confirmed: "I made porridge? Porridge?"
Gu Heyan nodded.
"But I don't know how to cook porridge, I have never cooked..." Mu Zhiming paused for a moment, looked at Gu Heyan, and asked hesitantly, "Have I cooked porridge before?"
Gu Heyan said, "It has been boiled."
Mu Zhiming, who had never stepped into the stove, was very suspicious of his porridge cooking skills: "But will the porridge I cook really taste good?"
Gu Heyan did not hesitate: "Delicious."
Looking at the little anticipation overflowing from the depths of his eyes, it seemed that the little claw of the raccoon slave scratched Mu Zhiming's heart, making Mu Zhiming inexplicably itchy.
Mu Zhiming suddenly wanted to know what kind of look Gu Heyan would look like when he drank the porridge he cooked with his own hands, he smiled and said, "Okay, then I will go and learn how to cook porridge with the cook tomorrow, and cook it for later. you drink."
Gu Heyan: "Yes."
Talking to pass the time, in a blink of an eye it is time to rest.
After taking a bath and washing up, the two lay down on the bed to rest. The April night, when the wind is cool but not cold, and the quilt does not feel hot, is the most suitable day for sleep.
After Gu Heyan waited for Mu Zhiming to lie down, he habitually stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt for him.
The moment the soft and comfortable bed was wrapped around his body, Mu Zhiming was already sleepy, and he resisted the tiredness, waiting for something.
"Go to sleep." Gu Heyan patted his back and said softly.
"Huh?" Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "He Yan, did you forget something?"
Gu Heyan: "What?"
Mu Zhiming: "Kiss me."
Gu Heyan: "..."
Probably because of sleepiness, Mu Zhiming squinted his eyes lazily, but because of this, he smiled a little sly: "Last night, didn't you say that we had to kiss every night before going to bed?"
Gu Heyan couldn't ask for anything, he leaned over and put his left hand on Mu Zhiming's ear to kiss him.
Mu Zhiming wrapped his arms around Gu Heyan's neck very naturally, closed his eyes and felt a warm and gentle kiss. Today is not as sudden as yesterday, giving Mu Zhiming enough time to react so that he no longer just passively bears it, he learns Seeing Gu Heyan's actions when he kissed him, he tentatively hooked Gu Heyan's tongue and lingered with him.
Their lips and tongues have been entwined for a long time, Gu Heyan seems to feel that he is not enough, and then he kisses Mu Zhiming's bright and clean shoulders. Gu Heyan's lips and teeth moved on Mu Zhiming's shoulder for a moment, leaving a little red mark, but he continued to descend, kissing Mu Zhiming's nervously undulating chest.
There are light scars on Mu Zhiming's body, which were left by the nail plate torture before. When the soft and sensitive tongue touches it, he can feel the roughness different from the skin.
Gu Heyan kept sucking the scars, as if he wanted to swallow the white scars.
"He Yan..." Mu Zhiming kept swallowing the air because of his nervousness. He could feel Gu Heyan's kiss like a raging fire, burning his limbs and bones, which would eventually devour his sanity.
Without saying a word, Gu Heyan reached into Mu Zhiming's underwear, stroked Mu Zhiming's body, and went all the way down his back to a hidden place.
"He Yan?!" Mu Zhiming shouted with a slight trembling.
He was afraid, because of the unknown and sudden lust.
Gu Heyan came back to his senses, looked at Mu Zhiming, saw that his breathing was short, and there was anxiety and worry in his eyes.
Now Mu Zhiming doesn't know how the two men should have sex, and if he is rash, he might hurt him. How could Gu Heyan let him be afraid, he immediately stopped and withdrew his hand.
How could Mu Zhiming not feel Gu Heyan's tenderness and thoughtfulness? Although he felt ashamed, he still said, "I, I'll rub it out for you..."
"I'm coming." Gu Heyan said, pressing the two of them together and kneading them skillfully. Gu Heyan stared closely at Mu Zhiming, watching him curl up and tremble due to the overwhelming pleasure that came uncontrollably, Shouting his name, he unconsciously straightened his waist, and finally his eyes were confused and lost for a moment.
Mu Zhiming was already sleepy. After tossing around, he couldn't even open his eyes. He fell asleep in Gu Heyan's arms after a while.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright.
He subconsciously rubbed his side, only to find that there was no one there.
Mu Zhiming was stunned for a moment, got up in his clothes, looked around, still didn't see Gu Heyan's figure, called Wen Heyin to ask, Wen Heyin said: "General Gu rushed to Luodu Camp before dawn."
"Understood." Mu Zhiming nodded, feeling lonely and melancholy for no reason.
Wen Heyin asked, "Master, where are we going to play today?"
Mu Zhiming said, "Stove room."
Wen Heyin: "Oh, the stove... ah??? Where??? The stove room???"
An hour later, Wen Heyin stood dumbfounded in the kitchen, watching Mu Zhiming put his arms around his sleeves and follow the cook to learn how to knead noodles.
Mu Zhiming thought to himself: Anyway, I have learned how to cook porridge, so let's also learn about pasta.
It's just that cooking porridge is easy, but pasta is difficult.
Kneading the dough, you can't go wrong at any step.
Mu Zhiming tossed for a day, and finally made a basket of steamed buns that looked very twisted but tasted good.
Undaunted, he distributed the steamed buns to everyone. He got up early the next day and continued to knead and steam the noodles in the kitchen.
The moment the lid of the steamer was opened, the white mist smoky human eyes, and several steaming chubby steamed buns appeared in the bamboo and wood steamer.
Mu Zhiming took one and handed it to Wen Heyin.
Wen Heyin took it and tasted it, and said with admiration, "Master, it's delicious!"
Mu Zhiming smiled brightly: "Really?"
Wen Heyin put the fat steamed buns in her mouth, speechless, she just nodded.
Mu Zhiming took a double-layered food box, packed the boiled porridge in a lidded porcelain jar and put it on the lower layer, picked three steamed buns and placed it on the upper layer, and finally covered it with the lid of the food box. Mu Zhiming wiped his sweat with a sigh of relief, and said to Wen Heyin, "Ayin, accompany me to a place."
"Okay, where are you going?" Wen Heyin asked.
Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Luodu Camp."
Luodu Camp, training field, several soldiers circled around a tall brown mane horse that had just been bridled.
Hao Tianqin, the deputy lieutenant of Zhaowu of the Rongyan Army, made a bet with people: "If I obey this horse, how about you invite me to drink?"
"Okay." Another lieutenant said.
Others were booing: "Tianqin, this is a wild horse in the Western Xinjiang. It's very strong. Just by installing the bridle, you've kicked several people. Can you do it?"
Hao Tianqin's youthful spirit said, "Just watch it!"
He clenched the whip in his hand, grabbed the horse's bridle with lightning speed, and turned over the horse's back neatly.
The horse was frightened, neighed and pouted, jumping everywhere, trying to throw Hao Tianqin off, and the people around saw it and quickly dispersed.
If you are kicked heavily by this fierce horse, you will be disabled if you don't die.
Hao Tianqin kept his body close to the horse's back, his hands tightly holding the reins, and he didn't fall off the horse's back. He let out a scolding sound, and slapped the ground on both sides of the horse with the whip. The brown horse ignored the whip in the dust. Intimidated by the crowd, he knocked over the wooden fence of the battlefield and rushed out!
The brown horse drove Hao Tianqin all the way, rampaging in the barracks.
Hao Tianqin secretly said in his heart that something was wrong.
Only when the thought came, three figures appeared dozens of meters away, and the brown horse did not stop at all.