Grandpa is such a bunny

Qian Fan waited in the inn for another half an hour before he saw Tubo come in from the door swaggeringly, sat down in front of him, took out a bag of roasted sweet potatoes from his chest, and handed it over, "The imperial capital is too big, I almost bought a sweet potato Not lost."

"If the benefactor wants to eat, the poor monk can buy it for you." Qianfan didn't expect that he was buying sweet potatoes, picked a weed from his head, and commented, "It's really not easy to buy."

Tubo was confused, "Does he know my identity?" Pursing his lips, he glanced left and right at the hotel lobby, "Let's go to the room and talk." He took him back to his room.

The night in the imperial capital seems to be filled with fireworks and bustling until dawn. This inn is generally decorated, but the location is not bad. Opening the window, it happens to face the Yonghuai River in the imperial capital.

Tubo cut to the chase, "Actually, I went to Dali Temple." Before the other party responded, he added another sentence, "It seems that someone broke into Dali Temple, and there are many more forbidden troops at the gate."

In this way, Tu Bo went to Dali Temple after him, and Qian Fan keenly found the flaw in his words, so where did Tu Bo go to the inn when he came to the inn before?He calmly pressed the question into his heart, now is not the time to pursue this matter.

Qian Fan briefly explained to Tu Bo the problems he had rescued in Dali Temple and the problems he found in the Zhang Mansion. The picture of the animal showed that he had nothing to do with the rabbit, and he had serious regrets, "Oh, how good you caught it. , we can have an extra meal tonight."

It's the same as if he, a carrot eater, really knows how to eat meat.

There was a slight smile in Qian Fan's handsome eyes, and he was peeling the sweet potato with lowered eyes.

Tubo propped his chin and said, "When I saw Mrs. Gao today, she was indeed very sad, and there was nothing wrong with her expression, it was just a little strange."

"tell me the story."

Tubo was about to open his mouth, when he saw Qianfan handing the peeled sweet potato to him, the sweet and glutinous aroma wafted from the scorched flesh, and the sweetness suddenly filled Tubai's heart, his eyes lit up, He didn't reach out to pick it up, but lowered his head, took a bite of Qian Fan's hand, and winked, "It's delicious."

The bastard became more and more shameless, Qianfan's ears were hot, but the hand holding the sweet potato didn't move, allowing him to come over and take a bite after saying a word.

"Until Mrs. Gao was taken away by servants, she didn't lift the curtain to see Gao Chenfeng's body." Tubo said, "Despite the pain in her heart, doesn't she want to see him for the last time?"

No matter what others say, only the person next to the pillow knows best if the corpse with more than 700 knives is the husband-in-law she has been thinking about day and night. Maybe she will still hold a little bit of hope and cry blood. I also have to lift the curtain and tell myself that the person is not him.

But why, Mrs. Gao didn't do this, she just believed that the one who died was Gao Chenfeng?

The two exchanged messages, and found that everything they knew now was very pitiful, and it was all their speculations, "Zhang Dingcheng took Lao Du away, do you know what he is going to do? What does the emperor think about this case?" Tu Bai frowned, "We can ignore this matter, let Lao Du out, and we'll leave, anyway, the body has also been delivered."

Qian Fan poured him a glass of water, rubbed the sandalwood beads with his fingers, and said hesitantly, "Maybe it's not that simple. Master Zhang is in charge of this case, and Master Du has also been included in the list of murderers. He will stay in the imperial capital for interrogation."

Not surprisingly, Tubo kicked over the chair beside him, and the rabbit who was a vegetarian all the year round was also furious.

When he left at dawn, Qianfan was still telling Tubo to wait and see what happened. In the end, he was really worried, so he persuaded Tubo to live in the Huangcheng Temple in the imperial capital. At least there was a young monk there who could watch over him for him. He waved his hands viciously, and dealt with it casually, "Let's go, you go back quickly, don't let the emperor even suspect you, I won't do anything."

With the guarantee of the last sentence, Qian Fan temporarily returned to the palace uneasy.

As soon as he left, Uncle Tu, who used talking as a fart, changed his clothes and went out.

With the guidance of Qianfan last night, Tubo reached Zhang's mansion with ease.

Different from the night, Zhang's mansion under the mist in the early morning unexpectedly hung two pale mourning banners on the vermilion lacquered and golden gate, and the breeze blew by, giving a somewhat desolate feeling.

Tubo climbed over the wall and went in quietly. Hidden in a bamboo forest in the courtyard, he saw Zhang Dingcheng walking in a hurry. He adjusted the collar of his official robe while walking. With his hands behind his back, he calmly stood up and got on the carriage waiting outside the door.

His expression did not show the grief of someone who had just died in his family, and the huge Zhang Mansion was as usual except for the mourning banners hanging in front of the door, and even the red lanterns on the porch were not taken down.This little red and the white outside the door are facing each other across the door, which is very ironic, even doing it so casually.

Tubo groped around in Zhang's mansion, and finally came to a side courtyard. Before entering the courtyard, he could see an exquisite attic inside, with several strings of copper bells hanging under the eight cornices. The clanging sound spread throughout the side yard.

Mrs. Gao Zhang Yinxiang lives in this attic for her unmarried daughter.

"Put it on as a lady's makeup, but sleep in a boudoir." Tubo hid on the lacquered cornice, secretly made a whistle lip shape, and gently lifted a piece of glazed tile.

There was faint smoke from the incense burner in the room, and the sound of a woman vomiting could be heard from the overlapping purple tents. Someone carried a medicine bowl through the gauze tent and walked to the bedside, "Miss, drink the medicine."

Tu Bai stared at the figure inside through the gauze curtain. If he remembered correctly, this servant should be the person who supported Zhang Yinxiang that day, Zhang Qi.

A servant, who is still a man in his prime, can come and go in and out of a woman's boudoir at will.

The tutoring of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites is a bit interesting.

Zhang Yinxiang's face was pale, and after drinking the medicine, she lay on her side on the bed, her eyebrows curved like willow leaves, frowning slightly, her temple hair was hanging from her snow-white neck to her chest because she hadn't washed it, her eyes were like eyes under the ice and snow Plum blossoms usually look cold and indifferent, but at this time they have a particularly weak and morbid beauty.

This kind of beauty is extremely rare in her body. Zhang Qi, who was standing silently by the side, suddenly put his hand on her shoulder.

Zhang Yinxiang closed his eyes without even looking at him, and said coldly, "Go out."

But those rough, inferior palms slid from her shoulders to the soft white back, Zhang Qi sat down, and peeled off the obscene clothes with his fingers.

Tubo hid on the eaves, aimed his gaze at a chair directly below, and thought, "As long as she calls, I'll hit her, and I won't kill the bastard."

Unexpectedly, there was no fierce resistance from behind the purple veil. Zhang Yinxiang was stripped of half of his fragrant shoulders like snow, but his eyes were still closed, and there was a touch of weakness, resistance and sorrow that was trying to hide between his brows .

Just when Tubo thought that he was going to pick up a erotic palace for nothing, Zhang Yinxiang opened his eyes, lying weakly on the side of the bed and retching, Zhang Qi was so frightened by her that he woke up, quickly supported her shoulder, and patted her Behind her back, a deep voice said, "Sorry."

Zhang Yinxiang lay back on the bed after vomiting, staring blankly at the gauze above her head, at this moment, her whole body was like a plum blossom falling from a branch, falling heavily in the cold snow, her spirit was taken out, only Leave this lifeless, beautiful skin behind.

"My father..." The voice came out like a ghost, and he couldn't continue after only three words. Zhang Yinxiang was silent for a while, and said in a hoarse voice, "Cut down the acacia tree in the yard."

Zhang Qi squatted beside the bed and covered the quilt for her, "Okay."

Before Tubo's eyes, Gao Chenfeng could still see the tragic death of Gao Chenfeng, but those who should remember him had already begun to choose to forget.The maid's voice came from outside the house, Zhang Qi walked out with the medicine bowl, Tubo followed, and finally looked back into the room.

The breeze just lifted a corner of the purple curtain, revealing Zhang Yinxiang's soft and beautiful face and those forbearing, unwilling, and painful eyes.

What is she enduring, what is the pain?Or, who is she in love with?

Tubo followed Zhang Qi out of the attic, bypassed a koi pond, passed a pear-wood-colored bridge on the pond, and walked to a hidden landscape in the backyard.

The courtyard surrounded by overlapping rockery is lush green, sometimes decorated with small pink and white flowers. Just in front of the attic, a pool of koi water flows from the bottom of the mountain and merges into the clear lake here. There are gazebo cornices and stone crane statues on the lake.

I really enjoy it. Although a few straws can be used as a nest, Tubo can't help but sigh, if only he could dig a few rabbit holes here.

As he thought about it, he saw Zhang Qi stop, and the joy of eagerness to try appeared on his expressionless face. Just as he was about to make a move, a maid hurriedly ran over from behind the rockery, panted twice, and said, "No, ma'am Said that she took back the order, and you are not allowed to do anything."

Tubo saw Zhang Qi froze for a moment, and then nodded expressionlessly. After the maid left, his eyes were filled with strong hatred, and the object of his joy and hatred for a moment was A dwarf tree with few leaves.

If Tubo is not a rabbit spirit, and he likes vegetarian food all over the world, he would almost not recognize that this fast-drying young tree is an acacia tree with 'double veins and tender veins facing each other'.

Until he left Zhang's house, Tu Bo's heart was still churning. The murderer of Gao Chenfeng was still unknown, but he could see one thing. It is very likely that Yun will be used as a scapegoat this time, or as a backstop, and dragged into the water.

He thought as he walked, but he didn't notice where he had gone indiscriminately. He raised his head when he heard a cry of sales, and a sweet and glutinous fragrance came to his face. There is only a bright red sign, which reads: Sanqiu Cake.

It was almost dark when Qian Fan came out of the palace, declined the emperor's kindness to stay in the palace, he performed lightness kung fu, and even rushed to the inn where Tubo stayed.

Upstairs in the inn, a pale yellow lamp was burning in Tupper's room.

The dim lights shone on the doors and windows, giving them some warmth.

"Qianfan? Come in." Hearing footsteps, Tubo called out.

Qian Fan pursed his lower lip, pushed the door open and entered.

There was no one in the room, and steam was rising from behind a screen. A certain animal was washing, splashing hot water, and said, "Come in, let's wash together."

Qian Fan, "..."

He turned his back suddenly outside, with his back to the screen, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and said with a blushing face, "The benefactor..."

There is really nothing to be shy about, they are all men, and no one has more than the other, but when Tubo said this sentence, it made people... make him blush and hot.

In the huge bathtub, a few rose petals were chasing after the waves. There was no handsome young man with broad shoulders and narrow waist, but a stupid rabbit with wet fur floating on the water, splashing the water.

Tubo was sure that Qian Fan didn't dare to come in, he didn't even bother to transform into a human form, he floated in the water, rubbed his long ears with his little hooves, and put a towel on his head, "There are cakes on the table, you can eat some, I don't know you are in the palace Have you eaten yet, but I'm afraid you haven't eaten and you're hungry, so I'll ask the waiter to bring you two vegetarian meals."

Qian Fan responded in a low voice, and moved the beads in his hand a little faster.

The animal behind the screen still didn't know it, and was still happily splashing the water, making a voice that made people think, "Have you eaten it? Try it, this is the Sanqiu cake that Gao Chenfeng often buys for his wife."

The pastries on the plate are cube-shaped, fluffy inside and out, white all over, and sprinkled with thick powdered sugar. At first glance, the appearance of this cake is far from Ruyi cake and four-color short cake.

Qian Fan picked up a piece, took a bite, and tasted a sweet taste on the tip of his tongue, and the bright red filling flowed out of the cake.

"This is stuffing made of red beans."

As soon as Qian Fan turned around, Tubo had wet black hair, a thin jacket casually put on, the neckline was untied, revealing honey-colored firm muscles, and at some point he had already stood behind him.

"Is it delicious? I'll try it." Tubo lowered his head, leaned close to his fingers, and swallowed the remaining pastry into his mouth. The tip of his warm tongue swept over his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally. When he raised his head, his pink lips There was a bit of powdered sugar on the corners, and Tubo licked it off with a narrow smile.

What he did was careless, as it should be, but it made the people on the other side tremble with fear, and the chest surged in an instant.

Qian Fan's eyes dimmed, he turned his head unnaturally, took his coat from the bed and put it on Tubo, his voice was hoarse, "Don't catch a cold."

Tubo glanced at him with a half-smile, and kicked his boots to send the bathtub back to the room to be emptied. This beast can forget his own name brilliantly if anyone gives him a little face. Qian Fan winked and twisted his thin waist like a demon.

Probably because he couldn't stand the sky, just when Tubo walked to the bathtub, his feet slipped suddenly, and he stepped on the water he just jumped out of, losing his weight, and hid behind him.

Subconsciously, he held onto the tub with one hand and flipped over in mid-air. He was nimble like a fish, which would definitely prevent him from falling into shit. However, unexpectedly, he just flipped over from the posture with his feet on the ground, facing him. He bumped into something fiercely, and then two muffled groans rang out.

Tubo's nose was sore, his eyes turned black, his moves stopped abruptly, and he fell straight down. He was stopped by a pair of hands and landed on a warm body.

Qian Fan was lying on the ground, his chin was blackened by Tubo's head, and there were black spots in front of his eyes.He wanted to jump over to help him, but he didn't want to, the two moved one upwards and the other downwards, and they touched each other with a crisp sound.

Qianfan stopped his arm, took Tubo into his arms and lay on his stomach, lying on his back on the ground, and said in a low voice, "The benefactor...are you okay?"

Tubo's nose was sore, his head was knocked dizzy, smelling the clear fragrance under his body, an impulse surged in his heart, he propped himself up with his hands, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "Who told you to come and pick me up?" Yes, when you encounter danger, you should hide first, you know!"

"I—" Qian Fan just said a word, his lips were blocked, and his warm eyes suddenly widened.

Taking advantage of the little impulse at this moment, Tubo finally kissed him, grinding his lips with the tip of his tongue, and licking his lips fascinatedly.

Tutuji looks affectionate and romantic, but in fact, he has never done anything other than gnawing carrots and hurting people with his mouth.

Qian Fan looked up at the young man on his body, a gust of wind blew in his warm eyes, and the waves swelled, turning all the clarity into the deep sea.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the back of the young man's head, pressed him down towards himself, forced him to open his lips, inserted into his mouth to stir, and lingered extremely tenderly, and with the other hand picked up Tubo's loosely gathered clothes , stroking his elastic muscles, his waist that can be grasped with one hand, and his firm belly.

Tubo was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, and snorted softly.

This sound was like a thunderbolt, and it struck Qian Fan's ears unexpectedly. He froze all over, and looked at the blurred and flushed young man lying on top of him in disbelief.

The open placket seems to be telling what happened just now.

Tubo hadn't recovered from the torture just now, he looked down at the hard object on his lower abdomen, and rubbed it with his waist.

"you……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was knocked over and sat aside, looking at the monk who got up in a hurry and gasped for breath.

Qian Fan's face was stiff, and he pushed the door to leave.

"Dare to go out, you try."

The cold threat behind him pinned him in place.

Qianfan's chest rose and fell, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry..."

Tubo sat cross-legged on the ground, adjusted his clothes, twitched the corners of his lips, pretended to be normal, and said lazily, "It's nothing, men, it's all like this on a whim."

Qian Fan looked at him in astonishment, then closed his eyes again, "I'm sorry."

The room was silent for a long time, and after a while, Tubo snorted, "It has nothing to do with you, I did it first." He pursed his lips, thinking in his heart whether he had raised his head too much, crossing the line and getting angry, while secretly Annoyed, he forced himself to calm down, don't think about what happened just now, put on his clothes obediently, got up and sat at the table, had nothing to say, and forcibly changed the subject, "Do you know why Sanqiu Cake is called this name. "

Knowing that he was trying to cover it up, Qian Fan wanted to explain something, but he couldn't calm down because of the gust of wind in the lake, so he sat down at the table, not daring to look at Tubo, and shook his head with lowered eyes.

"It's filled with red bean stuffing, which means that if you don't see each other every day, it's like three autumns, lovesickness." Tubo rubbed the edge of the teacup, so calm and expressionless, "I saw a plant in Mrs. Zhang Fugao's yard today. Acacia trees, and Gao Chenfeng also likes to buy Sanqiu cakes, when he died, his mouth and stomach were full of raw acacia red beans, tell me, who is he in love with?"