After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Facts have proved that Lan Yu's future is only a little bit.

Chu Yitang confirmed it again and again before going to bed.

"You wouldn't get up and run away in the middle of the night, would you?"

Lan Yu shook the quilt to make the bed, sighed after hearing this, and fell asleep inside: "You won't run away this way, right?"

Chu Yitang rolled around smoothly, climbed up Lan Yu's waist, and said with satisfaction: "Lanyu, I really can't sleep without you now, and I can't eat well."

Young Master Lan Yu has always had a temper, but he restrained himself very well in front of Chu Yitang.

He couldn't resist Chu Yitang's approach, so he thought to himself that he would just be Chu Yitang's pillow for the rest of his life.

Anyway, that was what Chu Yitang had planned before he said those words.

It's just that now it's a pillow with no distractions.

He didn't want Chu Yitang to see his embarrassment anymore. He knew better than anyone else whether to force things or not.

If you want to pretend to be stupid, just pretend to be more realistic.

Lan Yu's matter hadn't been settled yet, so he went out in the frost when it was not quite bright.

Chu Yitang turned over, but he didn't catch anyone, and returned to consciousness in a flash. When he touched it again, there was still warmth, indicating that he had just left not long ago, so he didn't run away in the middle of the night.

After exhaling, Chu Yitang rolled into Lan Yu's bed and slept on his pillow for a long time.

After he woke up, the maids from the palace came to help him get up. A row of graceful and beautiful women were standing beside the bed.

The leader is the female envoy in charge of Yulin Palace. She is older and has a soft smile: "Master, please freshen up and have breakfast later. Your Excellency has important matters to be dealt with, so I have told you not to wait for him."

Chu Yitang yawned and waved his hands.

There are many varieties of breakfast, all of which are his favorites. Chu Yitang slept so well this time, he was energetic and in a good mood. For the first time in many days, he ate an extra half bowl of porridge.

The female envoy in charge served the dishes from the side and added two small crabmeat dumplings for Chu Yitang.

When Chu Yitang was full, he put down his chopsticks and looked at the female servant in this room, who was dressed in fragrant hair and felt a little unhappy.

He pointedly asked the female envoy in charge: "Was Lan Yu like this before?"

The female envoy in charge took a moment to understand Chu Yitang's words, and immediately replied: "No, you don't like to have other people around. You do everything yourself."

Chu Yitang's mood improved to a higher level.

There are also two small earthen jars placed on the edge of the table, which are round and sealed with oil paper.

Chu Yitang asked: "What is this?"

The female envoy in charge untied the red rope and explained: "This is the locust nectar that your Excellency brought back from the Southern Wilderness. I told you to eat less of it to avoid damaging your teeth."

He seemed to have mentioned it to Lan Yu, saying that it had been a long time since he had tasted the unique white locust nectar in the Southern Wilderness.

Chu Yitang didn't take it seriously, but Lan Yu did.

Duplicity.

He had nothing to do now, so he took out the copybook that he hadn't read yesterday and looked at it. Lan Yulian's calligraphy could have two walls. Chu Yitang was not bored and read them one by one.

When he found the last box, it was a bit difficult to pull out because it was too full. It took a lot of effort for Chu Yitang to pull out a pile of crumpled paper.

Is this also written by Lan Yu? What a mess.

Chu Yitang took the paperweight and flattened it. Once the snow-white rice paper was flat, the dense writing on it was obvious.

On the rice paper, rows and rows crowded together, and only three words were written over and over again.

He was stunned.

Chu Yitang turned to the other papers in the pile, but no matter how many pages he flipped through, the handwriting written in thick ink was his name and surname, Chu Yitang.

Without exception.

When did Lan Yu write it?

The ink on these papers is not as light as other copybooks, and they should have been written recently.

Was it the night before he went to Southern Wasteland?

What was he talking about when he and Lan Yu were in Lengquan that day? Should he not be too sad to comfort him?

But what's there to be angry about? Are you going to make Lan Yu so angry that he has to leave him and stay somewhere else for more than half a month before he comes back?

If you can't lose your temper, just copy words to vent your anger.

Chu Yitang fell down on the rice paper on the table and smiled.

This was the first time he saw Lan Yu losing his temper. He was obviously angry, but when he said those words to him, he was still mostly aggrieved.

Chu Yitang put away the rice papers, folded them squarely, and stuffed them back into the grid.

After Lan Yu came back, he went to the study first. The case files of this trip to the Southern Wilderness were very important, so he had to come and ask for them in person.

The lady in charge came and knocked on the door once.

"Sir, the young master used half a bowl of extra porridge for breakfast today, and he seems to be in much better spirits than the past few days."

Lan Yu listened intently and kept writing.

The female envoy in charge paused for a while and said: "The young master looked through your past copybooks in your bedroom, and then put them away after reading them. Do you think so?"

Without raising his head, Lan Yu dipped the tip of his Langhao pen into the inkstone and said, "Let him go. He can do whatever he wants."

"Then do you want to have dinner at the house today?"

"Yes, I'll come later."

"Go out."

The female envoy in charge responded and exited the study.

Chu Yitang took a walk around Lanyu's Yulin Palace. Before he had even finished walking through the garden, the maid came to pass the meal.

Lan Yu peeled shrimps for him in front of the dinner table, with a small plate full of them.

Chu Yitang looked unhappy. Lan Yu wiped his hands, went to untie the cloak he was wearing, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you so unhappy?"

"Lanyu, I finally know why you want to repair the house."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"Because compared to Yulin Palace, my house seems very shabby."

Lan Yu couldn't hold back for a moment and laughed out loud: "But I am not repairing the house for any reason. When the rain leaks at night, don't you always have trouble sleeping?"

Chu Yitang took Lan Yu's shrimp dipped in the sauce and chewed it in his mouth. He couldn't help but worry: "Then will you dislike my house?"

"A'tang, I said, wherever you are, that's my home."

"Bah, then you went to Nanhuang? Is my home there? Is there someone named Chu Yitang who also lives in Nanhuang?"

Lan Yu was afraid that Chu Yitang would hold his pigtails to death. He chuckled and said, "Ah Tang, why are you so vindictive?"

"I have a good memory. Lan Yu, let me tell you, if you dare to run away again, I will break your legs. Do you believe it?"

Lan Yu licked the oil in the soup, and the corners of his beautiful lips curved like a crescent moon: "Then what should I do when I'm angry?"

Chu Yitang knocked on the table and said righteously: "Of course I will coax you. I won't let you be angry alone."

"Anyway, you can't refuse to communicate with me. A husband and wife are kind to each other for a hundred days, and there is no hatred between husband and wife overnight."