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

Poor Lan Yu, who had read the books of saints and sages, fell behind at the critical moment.

His stomach full of ink turned to paste, and he completely forgot about the romance, and he was completely unaware of the deep meaning in the song.

He started to get awkward again, tearing the orange peel angrily. He was disgusted because he should have been the only one to see it, but everyone was looking at it.

His unknown treasure was enshrined in front of thousands of eyes. Lan Yu thought that he was not a stingy person, but just now he wished he could smash the glazed dome with his sword, making the palace dark and dark, and no one could see Chu Yitang. , he was happy.

Chu Yitang couldn't watch the poor orange he was grinding. The good orange was pinched over and over by Lan Yu. The pulp was eroded and the juice was all over his hand.

The maid in cicada clothes presented a kerchief and whispered softly to wipe Lan Yu's hands: "My lord——"

But Chu Yitang lifted up his sleeves, took the hot handkerchief over first, rolled up Lan Yu's sleeves, and asked him to stretch out his hands.

During the banquet, several pavilion elders offered a toast, but Lan Yu couldn't refuse and drank a few glasses. However, he had never been a good drinker, and now a red tide was creeping up behind his ears, and his jade-like skin was also stained red.

Even though he was half drunk after eating a few glasses of wine, he was obedient and handed it over to Chu Yitang with his palms facing up.

Chu Yitang wiped his hands and asked him to rinse his mouth with hot tea.

There was an intoxicating looseness between Lan Yu's brows and eyes, his appearance was charming and beautiful, the heat on his face was astonishing, and when he called Chu Yitang, he was indescribably lingering:

"Ah Tang, Ah Tang..."

Chu Yitang turned his eyes sideways, threw the scarf into the silver plate held by the maid, and responded: "Yes, I'm here."

"Atang, I want to go back."

Chu Yitang pressed his tiger's mouth and rubbed it, and replied casually: "I'll be back later."

"But I can hardly walk anymore."

Chu Yitang smiled and exposed half of his neck so that Lan Yu could lean on him.

"Then take a nap and I'll take you back later,"

Lan Yu grumbled in response, the wine soaked into his lips, adding a bright red color, his long black eyelashes fell down, and he rested his pillow on his shoulder, holding Chu Yitang's lower arm, smacking his lips, and dozing peacefully.

Chu Yitang forked a piece of watermelon and took a bite. Lan Yu held his hand tightly and frowned again.

When he got closer and listened, Chu Yitang heard the words "I'm not happy that everyone else has seen it".

He felt enlightened and wanted to laugh again. He didn't know how Lan Yu had the nerve to call him a stingy person.

Chu Yitang fed him watermelon, and Lan Yu also opened his mouth and chewed it in small bites.

"Others can only listen to it once, but you can listen to it many, many times in the future."

Lan Yu was indeed short-sighted, and Chu Yitang's words touched his heart. This sentence alone coaxed Lan Yu into submission.

Chang Huai and everyone else looked at him with straight eyes, and after a while, he spoke out from the crowd with sincerity:

"The couple of gods and immortals are so well matched."

Everyone agreed.

Chang Huai wiped away tears. Fortunately, he thought they were brothers and sisters, but the truth was that their relationship was stronger than gold!

After the dinner party, the news that Immortal Lanyu's famous flower has an owner is probably going to spread all over the capital before dawn.

I don’t know how many boys and girls will have their dreams shattered tonight.

The banquet was coming to an end, and preparations had been completed in the square for a long time. The Emperor and his ministers went outside the palace to watch this annual fireworks show together.

Hundreds of fireworks cannons were ignited at the same time. As the branches burned out, the flames soared into the sky. Hundreds of fireworks shot straight into the sky, blooming into a heart-stirring grand spike of flowers in the vast night sky.

Hundreds of flowers are blooming, shining like spring flowers, and it is incomparably beautiful.

Lan Yu and Chu Yitang stood shoulder to shoulder. He was so drunk that he didn't care about anything and just rubbed against Chu Yitang.

Chu Yitang was enjoying the fireworks. He hadn't seen such beautiful fireworks for a long time, thanks to this drunken man who was swaying around.

After the fireworks were set off, the banquet was over. His Majesty drank too much wine and couldn't stand after watching this scene. The chamberlain called the maids and helped the God Emperor back to the palace.

His Majesty returned to the palace, everyone congratulated each other and gradually dispersed in all directions.

Lan Yu was no better than His Majesty. Hong Ran was worried and had to support Yuan Qing, who was singing and dancing, and advised:

"Why don't the Lord Shen rest here tonight? There is still an empty wing in the humble abode. I'll have someone clean it up so that the Lord Shen doesn't have to worry about Lan Yu."

"No need, I'll take him back."

Chu Yitang bent down slightly, took hold of Lan Yu's knees, and carried the unconscious drunk man on his back, then lifted him up a little, making it very stable.

Lan Yu consciously wrapped his arms around the back of Chu Yitang's neck and rubbed it. The sharp little tiger teeth were exposed on his lips. The pear dimples were more intoxicating than a full bottle of wine.

"Then Lord God, be careful on the road."

Hong Ran thought about it and added: "Hong Ran wishes the Lord a happy New Year and good health every year."

When Chu Yitang heard the voice, he tilted his head and smiled, as if the bright moon was hanging in the sky, with its graceful appearance, he replied:

"You're having fun too."

Hong Ran was very happy. He thought Chu Yitang would not respond to him, but Chu Yitang also said Happy New Year to him.

When they got home, the snow in the courtyard had not yet melted. Chu Yitang entered the house and put the drunkard on the bed. Lan Yu refused to let go and pushed him back and forth.

Chu Yitang had nothing to do with him, so he tried to persuade him and repeatedly promised to come back after boiling the water. Only then did Lan Yu let go. Chu Yitang stuffed the cloth tiger into his arms for a while and went to the kitchen to boil water for Lan Yu to wipe his face.

When Lan Yu entered the house carrying a large bucket of hot water, he had already taken off his outer robe, leaving only one boot on his feet, and was taking off his middle coat.

Most of the middle coat was opened, and the thin and strong chest was exposed, leaving only the precarious waist belt that was still holding its position.

Chu Yitang smashed the barrel on the ground, rushed to the bed in three steps and then closed the clothes that were open on both sides quickly and accurately, Bo said angrily:

"Lanyu! Why are you so angry that you have to take off your clothes in the middle of the night? What should I do if I catch a cold?!"

Lan Yu was unrepentant and said vaguely: "But I'm hot, Ah Tang..."

Chu Yitang thought he was unlucky, so he worked hard and wiped the drunkard's face with a wet towel, loosened Lan Yu's hair, took off his boots, and found comfortable pajamas for him to put on.

After busying around for a long time, Chu Yitang finally settled down with Lan Yu.

When combing his hair, Chu Yitang's hands and feet were a little heavy. He had never done such a job before, and it hurt Lan Yu.

Lan Yu whimpered and hugged his head, and raised his head to look at him with tears in his eyes. Chu Yitang hurriedly smoothed over his hair, lying and coaxing:

"I'll be gentle, I'll be gentle, be good, I'll be gentle and it won't hurt."

Chu Yitang was so tired that he leaned on the bedside. You Meng was still lying in the small bed, sleeping with his belly facing the sky.

The two of you are really imitating each other.

Lan Yu felt comfortable and nestled in the quilt. He held Chu Yitang's hand and hid it in his neck, rubbing it endlessly. There was a strand of hair on his forehead that he couldn't press down and it was curled up in a daze.

Chu Yitang poked his forehead and said he was a drunkard.

However, Lan Yu sat up unsteadily, pressed on Chu Yitang's lower abdomen, and said to himself: "I am not a drunkard, I am, I am..."

Chu Yitang was playing with Lan Yu's long hair, braiding him into a braid with evil intentions, and asked, "If you're not a drunkard, what are you?"

Lan Yu was half asleep and forced to answer his words.

He spent his last bit of sanity, put his arm around Chu Yitang's waist, and said solemnly:

"I'm Ah Tang's, his, no one else's."

Chu Yitang's hands froze, and his mind almost drifted away for a moment. He wanted to ask another question, but Lan Yu had already fallen asleep holding him in his arms.

After sitting quietly for a while, Chu Yitang lowered his head, brushed Lan Yu's hair from his temples, and smiled softly.

"fool."