Yin Wenzheng looked at Jiang Tangzhou expectantly.
Jiang Tangzhou paused, and remained silent for a long time before continuing to ask: "...do you already have someone in your heart?"
Jiang Tangzhou couldn't see Yin Wenzheng's expression, so he felt even more nervous.
I am afraid that he will say no, and even more afraid that he will say yes.
Yin Wenzheng raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes instantly bent into a crescent shape, and asked him back, "What do you think?"
Jiang Tangzhou was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe fast, but when he heard Yin Wenzheng's joking answer, the pent-up breath in his heart seemed to be relieved in an instant, he pursed his lips, and said: "I don't know. Know."
"Yes, yes." Yin Wenzheng rubbed the back of the other's hand with his thumb, and said word by word, "There was a person who moved in without explanation, and lived for a while, but he still didn't know anything about it."
Jiang Tangzhou froze for a moment, a little at a loss: "Who is it?"
"Guess what?" Yin Wenzheng stretched out his hand, holding half of his face, and said with a smile, "I'll give you a little hint."
"What?"
"The person I like has a red mole on his neck."
Jiang Tangzhou subconsciously raised his hand and touched the back of his neck—but he suddenly remembered that there was no so-called red mole there.
His red mole grew on the tip of his nose, like blood, which was an ominous sign.
From the moment he was born, he was the least valued prince in the entire Daqin royal family, and even the only mother who loved him left his side.
He has always been an ominous person who does not know when his life will come to an end.
It's ridiculous that he would want something that should never exist in his life.
He doesn't deserve it.
Yin Wenzheng was still waiting for Jiang Tangzhou's reaction, but in the next second, Jiang Tangzhou stood up abruptly and slammed his hand away.
Yin Wenzheng was stunned: "... Atang, what's wrong?"
Jiang Tangzhou lowered his eyes so that people couldn't see his expression clearly, he pursed his lips, even slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and said, "It's nothing, I'll go and see if the medicine that someone boiled for you is ready. "
"...What?" Yin Wenzheng looked at Jiang Tangzhou's back in a daze, and said only after the other party opened the door, "Is there nothing you want to tell me?"
Ruojian waited at the door.
The moment Yin Wenzheng's voice suddenly sounded behind him, Jiang Tangzhou thought of what Ting Yu said that day—
"Miss Na Ruojian has one earlobe, one on her forehead, one on the back of her neck, and one in her palm."
One at the back of the neck.
Jiang Tangzhou subconsciously looked at her—but couldn't see anything.
Jiang Tangzhou calmly withdrew his gaze again, held the door rail tightly with his palm, and answered him almost subconsciously: "Miss Ruojian and your childhood sweetheart must be able to take good care of you."
He closed the door, leaving the two alone in the room.
Then he leaned against the wall weakly, and finally couldn't hold back a low sneer.
really.
It's ridiculous that he, an ominous person, is really expecting someone to please him.
...
"Grandpa, what are you doing sitting here?"
After listening to the rain, I went downstairs to see that his grandfather was sitting at the table drinking. God sees her, she has grown up so much, and the number of times her grandfather took the initiative to drink is simply counted on the fingers of the fingers. Well, even if you drink alcohol, you won't get drunk. It's not interesting, so I drink less.
But seeing the redness on the side of Jiang Tangzhou's face, Ting Yu knew that Jiang Tangzhou must have drunk a lot.
Sure enough, looking at the ground next to it, there were seven or eight wine jars, all of which were empty.
Ting Yu snatched the wine jar from his grandfather's hands in horror, shook it, and it was empty again, suddenly felt that one head was two big: "Master, your body is not suitable for drinking so much wine, please take it easy."
In fact, Jiang Tangzhou was not drunk at all, but he was a little smug.
He was sober - he drank to get sober, and he wasn't drunk at all.
Jiang Tangzhou sighed, feeling that the wine was really meaningless, and he didn't feel the taste of drinking to relieve his sorrow.
"How is the prince?"
"It's much better," Ting Yu said, "I saw him staying in the bed just now, so Ruo Jian is busy without touching the ground, walking around her family's prince, taking care of her family's prince very meticulously, it's no wonder it's not good. "
Jiang Tangzhou lowered his eyes, and after a while he said "um", "It's fine."
"Master, why aren't you guarding there?" Ting Yu asked, "I don't know, I thought that Ruojian belonged to the prince..."
Jiang Tangzhou almost guessed what she was going to say next, and was about to stop her, but Tingyu stopped by himself, sighed and said: "I heard that Ruojian has been with the prince since she was a child, and has been in love with the prince for a long time. The prince has never changed his personal girl for so many years, but it is true... maybe there is such a relationship."
Jiang Tangzhou said lightly: "The prince has never had anyone else in all these years, so it seems like he really hit it off."
"But I think the prince treats you..."
"A Tang!"
On the stairs from the second floor to the first floor, Yin Wenzheng's voice suddenly brightened, so frightened that Ting Yu immediately stopped talking.
Yin Wenzheng was supported by Ruojian and went downstairs: "You enjoy it, you hide here and drink fine wine, I'm still sick up there, and you don't even say come and take care of me!" He sat down next to Jiang Tangzhou, put one arm around Jiang Tangzhou's shoulder, and said, "Let me try it."
Yin Wenzheng lifted the unfinished wine jar just now, and poured a sip into his mouth.
"Prince, you are still sick!" Ruojian said anxiously.
Yin Wenzheng had already tasted the taste, and even smacked his mouth and said: "This taste...isn't that good, it's much worse than the wine in the palace."
After speaking, he took another sip.
Jiang Tangzhou smiled, moved in calmly, moved a little further away from Yin Wenzheng, and said, "Miss Ruojian has already said that you are not fully recovered from your illness, it's better to drink less."
Yin Wenzheng teased him and said, "Are you worried about me?"
Jiang Tangzhou lowered his eyes, paused while holding the wine glass, and then said, "After all, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have caught cold last night, so drink less."
Yin Wenzheng didn't seem very satisfied with his answer—in fact, he came down with resentment, after all, he had already confessed, but Jiang Tangzhou didn't respond at all.
It's fine if you don't give any response at all, how do you think of the current posture, and want to push him to Ruojian
Yin Wenzheng was also a little unhappy: "Aren't you reluctant to part with your little wine? You drank so much, but you didn't give me a sip?"
Jiang Tangzhou frowned: "That's not what I meant, it's just..."
"Then don't stop me." After Yin Wenzheng finished speaking, he immediately filled his belly with the jar of wine in his hand.
Yin Wenzheng's capacity for drinking is really not very good, after drinking this jar, he put it on his face directly, and he started to feel dizzy while sitting there.
After Yin Wenzheng got drunk, he became more courageous, and put his arms around his family's A-Tang's waist, trying to hug him horizontally, and said something nasty: "Go, rest with my patient!"
Jiang Tangzhou said with some headaches: "Ruojian, help your father go back."
Ruo Jian rushed forward to support Yin Wenzheng, but was slapped open by Yin Wenzheng: "I don't want you to help me!" After speaking, she looked at Jiang Tangzhou aggrievedly, "Ah Tang, I'm sick Why don't you take care of me?" Those eyes looked at Jiang Tangzhou, like a dog, pitifully tight.
Although Jiang Tangzhou couldn't see the other party's expression, his heart softened into a puddle of water when he heard this. He sighed and said, "Understood, I will help you up."
Jiang Tangzhou stood up with Yin Wenzheng in his arms, and went upstairs to the Tianzi shop.
When he finally put the man on the bed, he was already sweating all over. Ting Yu saw that his nose was covered with sweat, so he said, "Master, do you need to wash up? I'll fetch water for you right now." .”
"En." Jiang Tangzhou looked at Yin Wenzheng, hesitated for a while before saying, "Open another room for me."
Ting Yu took his orders and went out, closing the door behind her.
Only Jiang Tangzhou and Yin Wenzheng were left in the room. Yin Wenzheng was too weak to drink, so he fell asleep with his eyes closed on the bed.
Sitting on the side of the bed, Jiang Tangzhou couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand to cover the side of the other's face, then lightly touched the other's lips with his cool fingertips, winding upwards, tracing the shape of the other's nose and eyebrows, In his mind, he wondered what Yin Wenzheng might look like.
Yin Wenzheng also never woke up.
...
Jiang Tangzhou followed the rain and went to another room. The bathtub in the room was already prepared, and some flower petals were sprinkled on it.
Jiang Tangzhou didn't like being served when he took a bath, so he stood at the door waiting for Tingyu. Jiang Tangzhou fumbled to take off his clothes and stepped into the water. The scalding water made him feel much better, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.
The tone of Yin Wenzheng's words came back to his mind - he said that the person he likes has a red mole on his neck.
Jiang Tangzhou stretched out his hand and touched the back of his neck subconsciously. He knew that he didn't have any so-called red mole on the back of his neck.
It's ridiculous that he has been acting affectionate for so long, and he has always felt that Yin Wenzheng should be a little fond of him.
But it doesn't.
It turned out that it was really just a transaction between them.
He was too stupid to take this transaction as real.
Jiang Tangzhou closed his eyes, subconsciously exerted force with his fingers, and the fingertips broke the flesh, leaving a tiny red wound on the back of his neck, from which blood gushed out. Under the pain, Jiang Tangzhou frowned and retracted. hand.
He lowered his head and splashed water on himself twice, saying: "Tingyu, go get me some hotter water and add it in."
There was a sound of rain outside, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared.
After a while, the door was pushed open, Jiang Tangzhou said: "Come in first."
The visitor didn't speak, but just poured water into the bathtub. After pouring, Jiang Tangzhou suddenly heard a rustling sound, and then a pair of hot hands suddenly rested on his shoulders.
Jiang Tangzhou immediately sat up, and said with sharp eyes, "Who?!"
"it's me."
Yin Wenzheng's voice sounded, still slightly drunk.
Jiang Tangzhou's body relaxed, and leaned against the edge of the tub, but lowered his eyes and did not speak.
Yin Wenzheng asked him, "Why are you ignoring me, Ah Tang?" in an aggrieved tone, as if a little uncomfortable.
"... I didn't ignore you." Jiang Tangzhou hesitated for a moment before saying, "Why did you come in suddenly? I'm taking a bath, so it's not suitable."
"What's inappropriate?" Yin Wenzheng suddenly raised his leg and stepped into the bathtub, he was wearing a layer of underwear, the water soaked his clothes, "A Tang, did I say something wrong? Why are you so cold to me all of a sudden?"
Jiang Tangzhou didn't think he was being obvious—after all, he had always treated Yin Wenzheng like this before.
But Yin Wenzheng felt the difference sensitively.
"Because I said that sentence, don't you like it?" Yin Wenzheng poked his bare chest with his fingers and asked.
"Which sentence?"
Yin Wenzheng didn't listen to his answer at all, and continued to follow his own train of thought: "Or, if you don't like me, is it because I made a mistake?"
"If you don't like me, why are you willing to follow me here, why are you willing to stand by my side, even if it is against the world?"
Yin Wenzheng asked a lot of questions, confused Jiang Tangzhou, and blushed. He couldn't help asking himself in his heart—is his liking so obvious
"Do you like me? A Tang." Yin Wenzheng looked at him deeply, his face was reddened by the heat, his eyes were full of sincerity.
"I..." Just as Jiang Tangzhou opened his mouth to answer, Yin Wenzheng covered his mouth.
Yin Wenzheng leaned closer, and his lips were reflected on the back of his hand, and also on Jiang Tangzhou's lips, who were only one palm apart.
Although Jiang Tangzhou couldn't see it, he could feel the other person's breath, and it hit him on the cheek—his face turned red with a bang, and his eyes widened.
"Whether you like it or not," Yin Wenzheng said, "you are mine, Ah Tang."
"We are married, you are mine." Yin Wenzheng put one arm around Jiang Tangzhou's waist—his waist was a little too thin, he could wrap his arms around it and put it in his arms. "I like you."
It was as if something exploded in Jiang Tangzhou's body, and in an instant his limbs and bones were filled with an indescribable joy—his head was in a daze, his eyes were gray and he couldn't see anything. I tried so hard to see the face in front of me clearly, but I could only feel the other person's very close breath.
Yin Wenzheng was still waiting for Jiang Tangzhou's answer. He had never been so nervous in his adulthood—it was the only way not to embarrass him by telling the other party what he wanted by being drunk.
But Jiang Tangzhou never spoke.
A bit of disappointment appeared in Yin Wenzheng's eyes. The moment he was about to withdraw his hand, Jiang Tangzhou suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled it down fiercely. The next second, the barrier separating their lips was gone. Instead, Jiang Tangzhou leaned forward and kissed his lips.
This time, Yin Wenzheng's face turned red.
Not only his face, but his ears, neck, shoulders, and wherever he could see, were all red.
Yin Wenzheng's eyes widened in astonishment, he stopped thinking completely, and only looked at the person in front of him—his curly eyelashes, straight nose bridge, jade-like skin, and even the faint smell of medicine in his breath. Fascinated him immensely.
Yin Wenzheng stood there stiffly, not daring to move.
Finally, Jiang Tangzhou stepped back, and there was a distance between the two of them.
Yin Wenzheng licked his lower lip, and when he was about to speak, he heard Jiang Tangzhou say in a low voice, "I like it."