The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

There are many ways to say "I like you", including saying that the moonlight is so beautiful tonight.

It could also be a "deal" between Yanjiu and Shang Jing.

For a person like Yan Jiu, he is not good at saying that he likes things, but he likes to use all the tricks, and he also likes to control his own rhythm according to his temper.

So tonight he comes with a lantern.

As for the so-called reward for the transaction, Yanjiu never prepared anything else from beginning to end, only "himself".

This is his answer to Shang Jing's "like".

Fortunately, Shang Jing is still on the right track, and the reward he wants is exactly what Yan Jiu wants.

Yanjiu felt that Shen Shian was right. In life, one should do what he likes to do and provoke the people he wants to provoke.

Even though he was in a difficult situation now, Yanjiu didn't want to let Shang Jing go.

What's more, if he lets Shang Jing go, Shang Jing may not let him go.

It would be better to strike first and drag Shang Jing to attend a prestigious event together.

I can be considered as a contribution to Shang Jing's peaceful love life. He is so kind.

While Yan Jiu was thinking about this, Shang Jing had already picked Yan Jiu up in his arms.

Yanjiu exclaimed in a low voice: "Hey, you..."

Shang Jing held Yan Jiu and strode toward the house: "The deal is done, it's time to receive the goods."

Yanjiu didn't hesitate. He put one hand around Shang Jing's neck and swept the fingertips of his other hand across Shang Jing's Adam's apple:

"You are really impatient."

Shang Jing's throat couldn't help but roll: "With beauty, who has the patience? Besides... don't keep teasing me, otherwise don't blame me for being rude later."

As he spoke, Shang Jing couldn't help but walk a little faster.

Yanjiu's white robe dragged on the ground, sweeping over the peach petals on the ground.

The bright moon was still in the sky, and the sky was dyed dark red.

Yanjiu has thought since he was very young that this kind of red night is suitable for something to do.

Now that I think about it, there is really something suitable for hooking up with a good-looking guy.

After a while, the door of Shang Jing's room was closed, blocking off the peach blossom branch that poked its head out for more than ten meters.

A Tao sat on the top of the tree, covering his left eye with one hand, while his right eye was wide open.

While he was trying his best to look at the crack in the door, he muttered:

"It's over, it's over, the vixen always comes to the door in the middle of the night, he comes just for Shang Jing's yang energy.

Shang Jing’s yang energy will not be sucked dry..."

The little flowers on A Tao's head were shaking, and he continued to talk to himself:

"No shame, no shame, the kid is still sitting here...

But I am a child who is [-] years old and has never seen anything. Why should you close the door? "

There was a slight wind that night, and the wind blew the peach petals flying up and down, swaying.

The red lanterns at the door of Shang's house all creaked together.

But the lights are swaying, very beautiful.

Just like that night, the corners of Yanjiu's eyes were stained with crimson, and his eyes were soaked with water.

There is also a skin that looks like a layer of gold powder after being soaked with sweat.

……

Last night Yanjiu went out late at night and didn't come back all night.

Dabai already had a bad premonition, Yanjiu was probably seduced by a male goblin.

When Shen Shi'an came to see Yanjiu today, Dabai made things even more elaborate.

So with Shen Shi'an sitting on his shoulders and the ignorant Er Bai, one person and one fox rushed into Shang's house.

A Tao didn't know Shen Shi'an, so he stretched out a branch to stop him, but Shen Shi'an cut off two branches with his sword.

A Tao cried loudly: "Wow!"

"Shang Jing, here comes a fierce and ugly monster, and he even beats me."

Shen Shi'an suddenly froze on the spot, ugly? He is young and beautiful, but there is nothing ugly about him!

"You wrinkled old tree spirit, who are you calling ugly?

Um? There is also a disgusting little flower growing on your head, and you are still pretending to be young.

See if I don't pluck your flowers, then dig out your eyes, and make you say I'm ugly! "

Therefore, Shen Shi'an forgot the reason for coming to Shang's house, rolled up his sleeves and was about to climb up the tree.

When Ah Tao's little flower was in danger, Shang Jing finally pushed the door open and walked out.

He was wearing a bathrobe, with a rope loosely tied around his waist, and there were scratches on his slightly exposed collarbone.

Even the tips of Shang Jing's hair were dripping with water.

Although Shen Shi'an has a tender face, he is still quite old and doesn't know anything.

He slapped his thigh, and the usually smooth young man's voice was as sharp as a duck's quacking:

"I'm still late, junior brother. A junior brother of my age is not clear anymore."

Hearing this, Shang Jing was in an extremely good mood:

"As you said, your junior brother is already very old. It doesn't matter whether he is innocent or not. You don't need to be too sad."

Shen Shi'an doesn't want to see Shang Jing's face now.

He held the sword in his arms and strode straight to the bedroom.

Shang Jing stopped symbolically.

Seeing this, Shen Shi'an raised his eyebrows arrogantly. The sword was not unsheathed, but he quickly turned it around in his hand:

"Don't stop me, or I'll chop you with my sword. Don't blame me for not warning you, you little kid can't beat me."

Shang Jing didn't expect to be able to defeat Shen Shi'an, and he didn't want to stop Shen Shi'an either.

After all, he is senior brother Yanjiu, so the relationship must be on good terms.

Therefore, Shang Jing moved aside and opened the door. It was not difficult to see that Shang Jing felt refreshed and in a good mood.

Liangshao glanced at Shang Jing. Shen Shi'an entered the house alone, while Erbai was playing with petals under the big peach tree.

Unable to pounce under the tree, Erbai jumped to the top of the tree and shook Ah Tao's branches vigorously with his two paws.

A Tao, who was already crying, cried more and more fiercely: "Wow, A Tao is going to become bald."

At the same time, Shen Shian rushed into the house.

The pigmented room is even a little deserted, just because there is an inkstone lying on the bed, which looks very charming no matter how you look at it.

Yanjiu lay quietly on the bed with a quilt around his waist.

He was wearing a loose satin nightgown, with the collar messily open.

Unknown marks on the neck are clearly visible.

Shen Shi'an patted his thigh. He actually didn't care about Yan Jiu's innocence.

But why can't Yanjiu take a breath and be on top?

Shen Shi'an took three steps and two steps together, stepped forward and shook Yanjiu awake.

Yanjiu slowly opened his eyes, his voice was dry and hoarse as if he had just woken up:

"Senior brother, good morning."

Shen Shi'an: "Get started early."

Yanjiu glanced out the window: "It's indeed getting late, it's already afternoon. If you sleep for a while, you can have dinner directly. Senior brother, you can do it yourself."

As he spoke, Yanjiu pulled the quilt to his body, turned over, and prepared to take a nap.

Shen Shi'an was used to his junior brother's virtue, so he continued to shake the inkstone:

"Stop sleeping, Yanjiu, get up and tell me what's going on with you and Shang Jing."

Yanjiu was pulled up from the bed by Shen Shi'an. He looked at Shen Shi'an doubtfully:

"Shang Jing and I are what you see. You are so old, can you not understand?"

Shen Shi'an: "Can I not understand? What I don't understand is why you are down there while I show off my face!"

Yanjiu disagreed: "Senior brother, do you expect me to do the above tiring things myself? Do you think it is possible?"

Shen Shi'an seemed to be shocked by the scene Yan Jiu described. Unless his junior brother was taken away, it would be absolutely impossible for such a thing to happen.

Yanjiu continued: "As for face, Master, he said that whoever has the final say will have face."

Shen Shi'an approached Yan Jiu: "Then do you have the final say?"

Thinking of last night, Shang Jing insisted on going his own way and did not listen to his "command".

But Yanjiu was always calm, and he said without blushing:

"Senior brother, I naturally have the final say."