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

The shouts in the martial arts arena were loud. Lan Yu stood in the shadow of the city wall, with a slender and straight figure. After a moment, he turned around and looked at Chu Yitang's hand without letting go.

Lan Yu's face was condensed, his lips opened and closed, and his tone was calm and without any emotion:

"I don't know if my cousin comes here and is not welcomed from afar."

Shang Yao put his hand on the handle of the knife defensively, and Chu Yitang turned his head to look at Lan Yu's cousin.

Shen Yixiao is holding a bamboo fan. He is tall and thin. His lake blue brocade robe makes him elegant, handsome and elegant. There is a small mole in the corner of his eye, which is not conspicuous. His thin lips are hooked, which adds a touch of romantic charm.

Weighing the bamboo fan in his hands, he took a step forward, smiling more and more cordially.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you so much. Why didn't my cousin send you a letter, so that I could let my cousin know how you are doing?"

The sunlight leaking from the city wall was not enough to cover Lan Yu, and the light and shadow on his face were half-dark and half-dark. Lan Yu suppressed his emotions and replied:

"Does my cousin and I still need to write letters? There must have been so many people rushing to report my situation to my cousin these days, and my cousin must be overwhelmed."

Shen Yixiao smiled, but he looked regretful and sad, and his tone was regretful.

"My cousin's words are true. How can I trust what others say? I was in such a rush yesterday that I didn't even have time to say hello. I wonder if my cousin's injury is fully healed?"

"you!"

As soon as these words came out, Shang Yao couldn't hold himself back. The sword was already halfway out of its sheath, but Han Yin pushed it back into its sheath with a clanging sound.

Han Yin calmly shook his head. Although Shang Yao was dissatisfied, he still did not act impulsively.

Seeing this, Shen Yixiao spread his fan and clicked his tongue.

"It seems that my cousin is not very good at disciplining servants. He keeps a dog by his side and dares to bare his teeth at anyone. But he can't tie it up one day and bite his own master."

"This water monster is ferocious. My cousin must take good care of it, lest the remaining poison will not be eliminated and it will attack in the future. Life will be worse than death."

Lan Yu raised his eyes casually and glanced at the person in front of him, disgust evident in his eyes.

"When it comes to dog training, compared to my uncle, I am naturally inferior. The dogs he raised are more human-like than humans, and they know the severity of their bites."

"Nowadays, anyone is worthy of talking to me, Lan Yu. A left deputy censor who has been exiled. My cousin thinks too highly of me."

The sun was high and it was already noon. Lan Yu didn't want to delay Chu Yitang's meal because of him.

He held Chu Yitang's hand and walked past Xiao, his voice cold and thin.

"I'm a bit of a cousin. He's just a fool who doesn't know his own abilities."

"My uncle's hard work has been wasted when it comes to you."

Shen Yixiao's fingers clenched the bamboo fan tightly. When Lan Yu walked away, the accompanying guards came up and spoke angrily:

"Sir, do you allow him to be so arrogant? When spring comes, His Majesty will decree that from now on, he will dominate the Metropolitan Procuratorate. How can there be room for you?!"

"The decree hasn't been issued yet, why are you so anxious?"

Shen Yixiao calmed down and squinted again to look at the white figure next to Lan Yu, whose smile was intriguing.

Only when he saw it with his own eyes did he understand the meaning of the extraordinary thing Shen Yue said.

At this moment, Shen Yixiao despised the things he had played in the past that were not worthy of publicity.

Only in this way can you smell good in bed.

Shen Yue said it right. It is really hard to find in heaven and on earth.

I am afraid that it will be difficult for anyone to be as good as Lan Yu's pillow person in ten thousand years.

Shen Yixiao put away his fan and went in the opposite direction to Lan Yu with other thoughts.

Lan Yu didn't say anything clearly, but Chu Yitang could tell that he was in a bad mood and ate very little after a meal.

In the afternoon, Lan Yu asked Shang Yao to accompany Chu Yitang to watch the pot throwing in the stands, while he went to the God Emperor's tent to discuss matters.

Chu Yitang asked Yuan Qing beside him as if unintentionally: "Did you know that Lan Yu has a cousin?"

Yuan Qing was eating pomegranates. When Chu Yitang mentioned his cousin, his face became darker than the bottom of the pot. He threw away the pomegranate and said unluckily:

"Why don't you know that he is worthy of being a cousin? It's just a matter of recognizing a thief as a father."

Shen Yixiao was picked up by Lanyu's uncle Shen Qi during the war. Shen Yixiao respected him and made Shen Qi his adoptive father when he became an adult.

Yuan Qing was furious and thought Shen Yixiao was smashing the pomegranate. He told Chu Yitang everything Shen Yixiao had done.

"He is a beast! When he first came to Tianjing, he used Lan Yu's mother as a cover, and he ended up having a sword duel with him."

"How old was Lan Yu at that time! Shen Yixiao said it was a competition, but the swords were all aimed at killing Lan Yu!"

"He severely injured Lan Yu and refused to give up with several sword blows. If my father hadn't stopped him with his last sword blow, he would have pierced Lan Yu's throat alive!"

The more Yuan Qing talked, the angrier he became, his face red and his neck thick.

"Shen Yixiao pretended to be concerned after the incident. That beastly uncle Lan Yu dared to say any nonsense. He could even say such things as a child who doesn't know the importance of things and deceive fools."

"In the end, because of his nonsense, Shen Yixiao was only punished with one month of confinement, and the matter was settled. If Lan Yu hadn't been lucky, he wouldn't even be able to hold a sword for the rest of his life!"

Chu Yitang listened, with the nanmu bracelet wrapped around his white fingertips.

To be honest, he rarely had any murderous intentions towards others, and he only crippled one of Songxuan's legs as punishment.

Shen Yixiao deserves to die more than Songxuan.

At night, after Chu Yitang took a bath, he read a book on the low couch. He didn't bring a storybook with him this time, so he just found a book and read it first.

Lan Yu came back to Chu Yitang after bathing in his tent. All the maids had been sent out by Chu Yitang, and he was the only one in the tent.

"came back?"

Chu Yitang was barefoot and his middle coat was thin. In the candlelight, he was shadowy, and a blurry silhouette was reflected on the screen.

Lan Yu walked over absentmindedly, and consciously stretched out his arms to be held by Chu Yitang. His hair was draped wetly on his shoulders. The water stains snaked through a large area of ​​clothing and stuck to his skin. The smooth lines of his waist, abdomen, shoulders and back were vaguely visible.

Chu Yitang felt uncomfortable if he didn't act like a gangster for a day. When he touched Lan Yu's waist, his skin was smooth and firm, and it felt great.

Seeing that Lan Yu was distracted, Chu Yitang pinched him and said angrily: "You are tired of hugging him for a few days? Why are you so distracted?!"

"No no!"

Lan Yu was pinched so much that he quickly bent over and bowed his head to admit his mistake. He sat on the low couch. He smelled very good and his hair was wet. He didn't dare to get too close to Chu Yitang, so he could only sit close to him.

Chu Yitang wiped his hair with a straight face, roughly, covering Lan Yu's head with a kerchief, rubbing it back and forth, making Lan Yu's long hair a mess.

When it was half dry, Chu Yitang threw the handkerchief away and pinched Lan Yu's face: "If you dare to like the new and dislike the old, I will strangle you to death. Do you believe it or not?"

Lan Yu leaned into his arms, pursed his lips, pressed his head against Chu Yitang's waist, and said dullly: "Then Ah Tang will never have the chance to strangle me to death."

When he saw Shen Yixiao today, he would inevitably think of something bad. Chu Yitang rubbed the back of his head and kissed the tip of Lan Yu's ear, speaking ambiguously.

"Let's go to bed, okay?"