Fast time travel: The villain is bowing his head again

The two continued to write in this posture, Gu Yishuo said: "When I was young, my father was often away, and it was my mother who taught me how to write. She liked Xiaokai, so naturally she taught it like this."

The memories in Gu Yishuo's mind were still surging, "Later, when my father came back and saw that I was too feminine, he personally taught me how to use wild grass for two days, but it was a pity that there was little effect."

Gu Yishuo turned his head and looked behind him, his eyes caught Chongjiu's tall nose bridge and reddish lips, and then withdrew.

"Later on the battlefield, I needed to write a letter to Chang'an. My handwriting was always thought to be a love letter to a little girl by the soldiers. Later, I thought about practicing more rough handwriting, but it was a pity that my father didn't know it at that time. Gone."

Gu Yishuo said it easily, like an ordinary person talking about the most common things.

But the hidden pain behind it has long been unknown.

He should be a general who can stop thousands of horses alone, not a teenager who lost his father.

Chong Jiu hugged him more strongly, biting his earlobe with his white teeth.

The voice came from the ear, as if it wanted to drill into the heart, "I will write all the words in the future with you."

With that said, Chong Jiu turned Gu Yishuo's body around, with the corners of his mouth hooked up, "I wanted to see it just now, why did I avoid it again?"

Gu Yishuo's waist was pressed against the edge of the desk bar behind him, both hands were clenched to his chest by Chong Jiu, he could only barely block it.

There was nothing to support his upper body, but fortunately Gu Yishuo's waist strength was not bad, otherwise it would be really difficult to stand up.

He could even stretch out his hands to wrap around Chongjiu's scattered hair in front, "The governor in the hall is too far away from me, and it feels unreal to be close now."

Chong Jiu didn't try to catch him, and asked with a smile, "Why is it unreal? I can not only see but also touch." Chong Jiu's ear moved a little closer and continued, "It can also let you do whatever you want."

Gu Yishuo blushed immediately, and pushed him, "Who cares?"

Chong Jiu leaned so close that his breath swept over his cheeks, "Then I'm curious about the general's love letter, when will you write it to me?"

"I don't give away ink treasures lightly, what will the governor give in exchange?"

This time, Chong Jiu held his back to prevent people from running away, and directly pressed on the desk, looking at Gu Yishuo, "Take this instead."

The two were so close that they couldn't be separated at all.

A burst of calming incense came, the white robe was stained with ink, and the inkstone fell to the ground in response.

Gu Yishuo was about to pick it up, but was pulled back, struggling to no avail.

In the end, he could only put the stained sleeves on Chong Jiu's back, and the two smears complemented each other.

When the slaves brought food outside, Gu Yisuo was angry.

"Look at this scripture, it's all stained with ink." Gu Yishuo has always been a lover of books, and seeing books being destroyed by him naturally feels distressed.

Chong Jiu approached him cautiously with the food box in his hand, and said softly, "I won't do it next time."

Gu Yishuo was squatting on the ground fighting for the bamboo slips that had been crushed by him, he couldn't help but sigh.

Chong Jiu immediately took out a new volume from the side, "I copied this, just copy it again."

Gu Yishuo touched his painful waist just now, and muttered: "If it's still like this, there will be no next time."

Chong Jiu obediently laid out the vegetarian dishes in the food box, "I promise there will be no next time, come and eat something with me."

Gu Yishuo sat down and a pair of chopsticks were handed to him.

On weekdays, he has always disliked being served, and always eats alone or with Ping Yun.

I have never been served by anyone at home, but today I enjoyed a lot with the Du Lord.

Gu Yishuo himself didn't notice, why the corners of his mouth turned up a little.

"Why did the emperor suddenly think of asking all the ministers to come to the Sutra Pavilion to pray for the late empress?" Although Emperor Liang Yong thought about the late empress, he probably couldn't reach this point.

Chong Jiu put vegetables on his plate, "It's really not the emperor's idea."

"Whose is that?" Gu Yishuo knew the answer as soon as he asked.

Turning puzzled, the court ministers are already panicked, why are they torturing them?

"What do you want to do with this?"

Chong Jiu put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked at his face seriously, and said, "For my own selfish desire."

Gu Yishuo tapped Chong Jiu's forehead, "Not serious."

Naturally, these vegetarian dishes were not enough for two big men, so Gu Yishuo put most of the dishes into Chongjiu's bowl.

"When I saw you a few days ago, I thought you were thinner. Now it seems that you are really like this. Doesn't the Imperial Dining Room serve delicious food?"

As long as it was picked by Gu Yishuo, Chong Jiu would eat it cleanly, "What a delicious meal, I can't swallow it with such a face."

Hearing these words, Gu Yishuo looked out of the window subconsciously, and reminded: "This is still in the palace."

Chongjiu shook his hand, "Don't worry, there are my people all around. Naturally, I can't bear to see you in Banyue and I can't talk properly anymore."

There are still some cobwebs on the window, which looks dizzy under the little light outside.

There were only two candles in the room, and Gu Yishuo sat aside and copied the scriptures seriously.

After finishing a volume, I looked up, intending to reach out for a new volume.

Pressed down by a pair of big hands at this time, Chongjiu complained: "I asked you to come, but I didn't really ask you to copy scriptures."

Gu Yishuo paused for a moment, "It's not just for the sake of the former queen, some soldiers in my team can't come back either, so there should be some respect for the dead."

Seeing that Chong Jiu's hand had not been released, Gu Yishuo had no choice but to sit beside him.

"What about you? Is there anyone thinking about it?" Gu Yishuo asked.

Chong Jiu slowly closed his eyes, leaned on Gu Yishuo's knee, and said after a while: "They have been with me for countless nights, if I can really ask ghosts and gods, I would rather live with ghosts."

Gu Yishuo endured his distress and gently wiped away the tears on his face.

Chong Jiu grabbed his hand and buried his face in it, "So... don't leave me, okay?"

Gu Yishuo's heart throbbed for a moment

How dare you promise.

I also hope that I can accompany you all the way.

After all, Gu Yishuo remained silent, and gently approached his forehead and kissed him.

The great general of the current dynasty and the powerful Nine Thousand Years nestled in a corner of the Sutra Pavilion, licking each other's wounds.

When dawn was approaching, Gu Yishuo couldn't bear to fall asleep, holding onto Chong Jiu's hands as if he had suddenly figured out something?

"Every time I come to the Cangjing Pavilion, there are two officials, right?" Gu Yishuo asked with an appraising tone.

Chong Jiu moved closer to him, "I can't hide it from you."

"So what are you going to do this time?"

Chong Jiu closed his eyes and said calmly: "It's never the weeds on the surface that need to be removed. At least you have to dig three feet into the ground to see the source."

It was only at this time that Gu Yishuo realized that the current situation in the court was just the beginning.