Lord, I heard that you are bent? [rebirth]

Duan Hongjin had just finished eating the chicken wings, and Niu Dashan, who was distractedly paying attention to him, pushed the chicken wings and drumsticks towards him.

He hesitated for a moment, picked up the chicken leg, and pushed the rest back to him: "I'll just eat one more chicken leg. These are for you. I'll save my stomach to eat that one." Nu Zui.

Niu Dashan thought for a while: "Leave it alone, I don't know if the chicken will be successful." Then he pushed the big leaf with green vegetables in front of him, "Try this."

Duan Hongjin nodded, took a bite out of the wooden chopsticks in his hand, snorted, and stuffed it carefully into his mouth.

The vegetable leaves soaked with chicken broth are fragrant and soft, and every bite will burst out with a mouthful of fragrance.

Duan Hongjin was amazed: "This is delicious!" Regardless of the heat, he stuffed two more chopsticks in succession.

When he raised his head with his mouth full, he saw the unmistakable pampering in Niu Dashan's evasive eyes.

He paused, and very naturally held a chopstick and handed it to his mouth: "Come on, you also have a taste of your own craft."

Niu Dashan was stunned.

"Hurry up, the food is about to drop." Duan Hongjin urged.

Niu Dashan clenched his trembling hands, hesitated again and again, and then leaned over to bite off the food on his chopsticks.

Duan Hongjin put down his chopsticks as if nothing had happened, and continued to gnaw on the chicken leg with his head down.The joyful mood is beyond words, and I don't know if it's because the food is delicious or because of something else.

Niu Dashan stared straight at him with deep eyes.

Duan Hongjin chewed two more mouthfuls of chicken under the fiery gaze, swallowed it, wiped off the oil from the corners of his mouth with his fingers, and raised his head slightly annoyed: "Why are you so stupid? Why don't you hurry up and eat?"

Take a look, what's so good about eating!It makes him uncomfortable, okay?

Niu Dashan lowered his eyes, feeling both satisfied and sour.Grabbed the chicken rack and gnawed it, as if the chicken was some kind of delicacy, and also seemed to be venting something.

Duan Hongjin was dying of sorrow.He has made so many hints and small movements, why is this cow not enlightened at all?

If he took the initiative, would he be scared to death?

Oh, let's see again...

After a while, the chicken wrapped in mud under another bonfire was ready.

Niu Dashan pulled away the red-hot charcoal fire, picked out the chicken that was hardened into a mud ball with a thick branch, and knocked the hard mud shell twice to dissipate heat.

The rich aroma overflows instantly.

"Wow!" Duan Hongjin was pleasantly surprised, "It smells so good!"

After waiting for a while, when the mud clod cooled down, Niu Dashan broke open the shell.

Remove the mud shell, and the specially found fruit tree leaves inside have become dry, yellow and soft. When the leaves are lifted, the slightly browned chicken will be revealed.

Niu Dashan went to the stream to wash off the dirt on his hands, and when he came back, he tore off the chicken wings and legs as before, put them aside, and silently handed them to Duan Hongjin.

Duan Hongjin unceremoniously grabbed one and started chewing on it.

The tender chicken is salty and fragrant to the bone, the skin is slightly crispy, and the meat is tender and smooth.

Just can't stop!

"Dashan, your craftsmanship is good! I won't have to worry about running out of delicious food when I go out in the future!" Duan Hongjin praised with a thumbs up.

Niu Dashan's eyes were warm: "It's good that the master doesn't dislike it."

After a full meal, the two walked around to the foot of the opposite mountain for a walk.

Although Niu Dashan firmly refused to let him go up the mountain, he took him to find a few clumps of raspberries for dinner.

It was the first time that Duan Hongjin was in such a leisurely and aimless wandering with his family, and Duan Hongjin was in a particularly beautiful mood.

They didn't return to Zhuangzi until sunset.

Then Duan Hongjin had a tragedy the next day.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Duan Hongjin yelled with a twisted face while leaning on the bedpost.

Niu Dashan, who came to wake him up, suddenly changed his face, scanned his whole body nervously, found no wound, and began to pull his pajamas down.

Duan Hongjin slapped his bear's paw away: "What are you doing? My leg hurts!"

The bear's paw immediately turned to his legs, pulling up his trouser legs, revealing his fair calf with light-colored fine velvet.He gently and carefully held his legs and turned them over and over several times to make sure he didn't see any wounds.

Seeing his nervous face, Duan Hongjin also became nervous, "Dashan, am I poisoned? Why is there no wound?"

"Master, where does it hurt?" Niu Dashan's hands trembled slightly, afraid that he might have missed something.

Duan Hongjin made a bitter face: "It's just the leg hurts." He tapped his calf and thigh, "It hurts, sore!"

Niu Dashan was startled, thought of something, calmed down, put down his legs silently, and helped him straighten his trouser legs.

"Is it serious?" Duan Hongjin hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Go get the imperial doctor!"

Niu Dashan looked at him with a complicated expression: "Master, you are probably... tired."

"Ah?" Duan Hongjin looked at him blankly.

Niu Dashan had a rare smile in his eyes: "Master, you walked too much yesterday and you are tired."

"..." So I thought I was poisoned or something, didn't I lose my life?

Niu Dashan helped him lie back.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Duan Hongjin struggled while being pinned down on the bed.

"This subordinate will massage you for a while, otherwise you will be in pain for two days."

All right.Duan Hongjin lay down obediently, turned his head to look over, happened to see the corners of his lips raised, and was immediately annoyed: "Niu Dashan! What are you laughing at? Are you kidding me? If you hadn't misled me, how, how could I have thought that ..."

"Well, it's all the subordinate's fault. The subordinate didn't react in time." Niu Dashan took the initiative to admit his mistake, and while talking, he laid his legs flat, and began to knead his leg muscles with his fingers using internal strength.

As soon as the warm internal force entered his body, Duan Hongjin immediately felt much more comfortable.

However, he was actually laughed at!

Duan Hongjin rolled his eyes, suppressed his voice and began to groan following his movements: "Mm~ah~"

The ending sound was full of twists and turns, one could tell it was intentional.

But in the ears of malicious people, this is not the case.

Niu Dashan's whole body froze when he heard it, and his finger movements unconsciously fluttered for a moment. Originally, he was pressing hard, but suddenly he flicked like a tickle.

"Hahaha, itchy!" Duan Hongjin twisted his waist and hips.

Niu Dashan hurriedly looked away, stared at the lucky brocade quilt next to him with a sullen face, and at the same time silently recited the martial arts mental method to stabilize his mind before continuing to press his legs.

Duan Hongjin also continued unceremoniously.

When Niu Dashan pressed Duan Hongjin's two legs with internal force, he was already sweating profusely.Before Duan Hongjin got up, he left a sentence, "Go get water." and ran away

Looking at the rolled up bed curtain, Duan Hongjin blinked.

Immediately rolled with laughter.

Hmph, Xiao Mian, how dare you laugh at me?Still can't cure you?

Due to sore legs, Duan Hongjin didn't plan to go anywhere today.

After writing some questions that he thought of before in the letter, and having someone send them to the Second Prince's Mansion, he dragged Niu Dashan to hide in the study——Duan Hongjin thought: Even an old man needs to cultivate a relationship, let alone the two of them now. Not yet!

"Have you ever learned the surnames of a hundred families?" Duan Hongjin walked slowly with his hands behind his back, looking like an old master.

Niu Dashan, who was forced to sit upright on the chair with his hands on his knees, nodded.

"Huh?" Duan Hongjin was surprised, "I thought the training of your dark guards was just martial arts, martial arts, martial arts."

"You need to be able to read and write, otherwise you won't be able to read some secret letters, and you won't be able to send back the information you inquired about." Niu Dashan replied solemnly.

Duan Hongjin understood: "Then, Three Character Classic? Thousand Character Classic?"

Niu Dashan nodded one after another.

"That is to say, it's not a big problem to know how to read." Duan Hongjin frowned, "Then, how about writing?"

"I can only write."

Duan Hongjin raised his eyebrows, clenched his right hand and lightly slapped his left palm: "Then let's practice calligraphy!" He hooked his fingers at him, "The pen and ink are at your service!"

Spread paper and ink.

Duan Hongjin held up his sleeve with one hand, and held the pen in the other, and the pen moved like a snake, and wrote a line of poetry.

Take a look at the flowering lazy, half-edge monastic half-edge.

The pen has sharp edges and corners, and the bones are strong, just like his temperament with clear likes and dislikes.

Moreover, this poem barely fits the situation of the two of them.

He put down his pen: "Come on, imitate the words of the master."

Niu Dashan took two steps forward, glanced at the words on the paper, and paused: "Master, this subordinate... the words are ugly, so why don't you write them?"

Duan Hongjin smiled: "No."

Niu Dashan laid out a new piece of paper, picked up a pen, gesticulated for a long time, then turned his head: "Master, how about," he was rarely embarrassed, "How about changing a word?"

Duan Hongjin was puzzled: "Why?"

This is a sentence he specially picked.Silly wood, do you understand or not?

Niu Dashan hesitantly said: "This, this painting is too much."

Duan Hongjin: ...

This is what I don't understand!

He gritted his teeth: "I just want to write this sentence!" Glaring at him, "Write it quickly!"

A dumb goose who doesn't understand the style, no, it's a dumb cow!

Seeing that there was no room for change, Niu Dashan had no choice but to turn back, hold the brush clumsily, and began to write tremblingly.

"Pfft—" Seeing the first word he wrote, Duan Hongjin couldn't help laughing, "Are you drawing earthworms?"

Niu Dashan stopped writing in embarrassment and looked at him.

Duan Hongjin hastily turned away from looking at him, fearing that he couldn't help but continue to laugh: "Go ahead, leave me alone."

Niu Dashan had no choice but to continue to write.

After finally finishing writing, he straightened up and coughed: "Master."

Duan Hongjin, who ran to the bookshelf to search here and there, turned around after hearing the words: "Is it finished?"

Seeing him nodding, Duan Hongjin walked back.

Two poems, fourteen characters, fill a piece of rice paper to the brim.

Some characters are as small as a child's fist, and some are as big as a teapot. Fourteen characters seem to have been written by fourteen people. The only thing that can be seen is that it was written by one person-every character is twisted like an earthworm.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Duan Hongjin laughed loudly, "Are you sure you are not a picture of ten thousand earthworms? Hahahahahaha."

Compared with the one I wrote, which is also three-foot rice paper, his characters only occupy a small space in the middle.

"Hahaha," Duan Hongjin laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, "What are you imitating? Don't tell others that you imitated my handwriting, I won't admit it!"

Niu Dashan begged for mercy: "Master, isn't this material, why don't you write it?"

Duan Hongjin wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes: "Of course not. You need to practice only if you can't write well." He removed the "painting" on the table, "Well, I have to keep it as a souvenir." Put it aside and use it. Press the paperweight to dry.

Niu Dashan watched his movements helplessly and dotingly.

Spread out another piece of rice paper, Duan Hongjin patted the table: "Come on, master will teach you how to write."

Niu Dashan sighed secretly, leaned over to pick up the pen again.

The warm body came over from his right side, the faint smell of incense wafted into his nostrils, and the slender white hands were directly covering the back of his bronzed hands.

Niu Dashan froze immediately, and even subconsciously held his breath.

Duan Hongjin naturally sensed his nervousness, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, but his tone was extremely natural: "Come, horizontal—vertical—" he held his big hand and led him to move his brush slowly.

Because he was a head shorter than Niu Dashan, his breath sprayed directly on his upper right arm holding the pen.

Niu Dashan felt that the palms, arms, back, all the way to the waist and buttocks, and the whole right side of his body didn't feel like his own.

A wave of enthusiasm burst out in an instant, rushing fiercely to a certain place.