The long lamp was bright alone, reflecting Chu Yu's shadow alone on the wall.
The candlestick is extremely delicate, blue and white as the stand, gold and copper as the seat, and six red candles are inserted on it. Chu Yu was holding a pair of exquisite silver scissors in his hand, and it took him a long time to slowly cut off a section of the candle wick.
When the banquet was over, he ignored the hem of his clothes that had been spilled with sake, and walked all the way back.
When he turned around, he realized that Qin Zheng was no longer behind him.
The wicks of the six red candles were cut by Chu Yu, and some reddish candle tears were stained on the small silver scissors. He stretched out his hand to pinch the candle tears little by little, as if he was so bored that he was looking for something to do for himself.
When Tu Jiao came in silently, he saw Chu Yu scraping the red wax off the scissors with his well-manicured round nails. He lowered his head, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. Tu Jiao didn't know if it was because of the red candle, when Chu Yu looked up at him, his eyes were slightly red.
"Second master?" Tujiao called out in a low voice.
Chu Yu dropped the scissors in his hand: "Yes."
Tu Jiao subconsciously glanced out of the window, and lowered his voice: "There are many people from Jiangyuan outside this garden."
"I know." Chu Yu snorted coldly: "Don't worry about it, then they will watch it, and you tell our people to be careful, don't be noticed by others."
Tujiao nodded and said, "Second Master, where do we start?"
Chu Yu tapped the handrail with his fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to check the accounts. You don't need to check the obvious ones. The main check is the direction of the official salt, porcelain, and tea under his hands. Over the years, Jiang Yuan has been reporting to the court that Suzhou is often attacked by pirates. Invasion, the imperial court was required to raise troops to protect the people here, and the drought and floods in the past few years required the imperial court to allocate money for disaster relief, where did the money go?"
Tujiao wrote down one by one: "Yes, Second Master."
Chu Yu raised his hand to his forehead, frowned and said, "There is no impenetrable wall. If you attack his ineffective sons, his followers, his wives and concubines, and his outer room, there will always be loopholes." .”
Tujiao nodded, seeing that Chu Yu didn't intend to make any further arrangements, he wanted to retreat, but before leaving, he hesitated and said, "Second Master, your complexion is not very good, do you want to invite the doctor to take a look?"
Chu Yu closed her eyes and waved her hands: "No problem, you can go down."
Tujiao opened his mouth, and finally hesitantly said: "Second Master... Hou Ye..."
Chu Yu suddenly felt a dull pain in his lower abdomen, and the frown deepened a little, and he took a long breath and said, "Let him go."
After hearing the words, Tujiao stopped talking and had to back down.
Chu Yu was the only one left in the room again, he leaned lazily on the soft backrest behind him, put his hands on his stomach, and comforted the little thing in his stomach one after another.
Suddenly, he sat up straight suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the hands on his stomach trembled slightly. The belly of more than four months already had a clear curvature, and the subtle tremor under the palm was the first time the child greeted him.
The soft and clear fetal movement caused waves in Chu Yu's heart. He raised his hand and tapped the top of his abdomen lightly. After a long time, the little guy gave him another soft response, like a shy little snail gently pushed him with its tentacles, and then quickly shrank back .
"My son..." Chu Yu's voice trembled uncontrollably, he stood up with his waist propped up, and strode forward. When he got to the door, he raised his hand and slammed open the hanging flower door. The night wind stirred up the long hair and the thin robe that hung down his shoulders.
Chu Yu felt his eyes suddenly brighten up, and the hand holding the door trembled violently. He didn't care about putting on the cloak, lifted the hem of his clothes, crossed the threshold, and ran into the night. A heart was beating wildly, and the Jade Guanyin that had been worn for more than ten years in the skirt of his clothes seemed to become hot, burning his heart like boiling oil.
"Qin Zheng..." Chu Yu left the servant girl who was following him far behind, he supported a tree to catch his breath, and said in a low voice, "Brother Qin Zheng..."
He held a wind lantern he had snatched from the maid in his hand, and searched more eagerly into the dusk.
He regretted it. If he hadn't just given Qin Zheng a distant back, but held his hand tightly, wouldn't it have made him miss the baby's first fetal movement? Wouldn't it be impossible to find him after turning around
But he has clearly loved Qin Zheng for thirteen years, what is Meng Hanyi, why should he give it up
Never, never!
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Qin Zheng leaned casually under an old locust tree with his arms folded, and picked it up from a grass root beside him. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the person standing in front of him.
Meng Hanyi was still as he remembered, pure and elegant. The moonlight sprinkled on him like water, making him look more and more charming.
"You haven't changed at all." Qin Zheng said vaguely.
Meng Hanyi lowered his eyes and hooked the corners of his lips, and said lightly: "Master Hou is different from before."
Qin Zheng rubbed his chin and said with a sneer, "You're more manly than before?"
Meng Hanyi stroked the banjo in his arms with his fingertips, and said after a long time: "In the past, you used to read those story books in the market, and you liked the wanderers in the story books, who were chivalrous and chivalrous, and I loved to read the flowers in them." In the month before last, the lingering love. You always laugh at me for seeing things that don't make sense, but look at Bai Luan, those words are exactly what they said."
Qin Zheng's expression gradually sank, and his fingertips couldn't help clenching a little.
Meng Hanyi raised his eyes and smiled, seven parts bitter and three parts sad: "Qin Bailuan, my heart is still yours, but your heart has changed."
Qin Zheng's heart was suffocated, and he raised his eyes suddenly, only to see that Meng Hanyi had already hugged the piano and turned around to leave.
"Hanyi..." Qin Zheng subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab him, but never imagined that Meng Hanyi would have difficulty walking every step. Being pulled like this, the piano in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and he staggered twice, appearing to have fallen.
Qin Zheng reached out to support him, Meng Hanyi's thin body was like a fragile asparagus, any wind and frost could break it.
He remembered the time when he didn't want to go to school and kidnapped Meng Hanyi to play truant together. He practiced martial arts since he was a child, and could easily climb over the wall, but Meng Hanyi was hesitant to jump off.
You jump, I will catch you, catch you firmly. He stretched out his arms towards Meng Hanyi, looking at the frail young man trembling on the wall.
Meng Hanyi closed his eyes, clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, and jumped down without thinking. Qin Zheng hugged the trembling young man tightly in his arms, and said to him: If I catch you, I won't let you go.
Meng Hanyi felt a slight chill on his face, and tears were streaming down his face at some point. In those snapping fingers, he remembered Qin Zheng's words for so many years.
Qin Zheng's heart was like a heavy stone, he felt the warmth of his neck, and after a long time, he slowly hugged Meng Hanyi tightly and stroked his back lightly.
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The Jiang family’s garden is full of red-leaved toon trees, the red leaves are like fire, and the branches are tied with gold thread and silver bells. If there is a wind blowing, the crisp ringtones will be played, reflecting the bright moonlight, the beauty is unbearable.
Qin Zheng watched Chu Yu appear next to Hongyechun.
The scarlet pinned Jin Yunwen Tuan Hua robe on his body was a little loose, and the suet jade hairpin that tied his hair was lost somewhere, leaving his long hair loose and hanging down his waist, and the wind lantern in his hand flickered, his face flickering. She looks like a ghost in a story book, so beautiful and treacherous.
Qin Zheng's mind was a little blank, and an idea slowly came to him until the end.
Can I get down on my knees now