please respect yourself

Yan Suiyuan sat in his mansion and looked at Cheng Zangzhi, who was commanding his servants. It was unbelievable that Cheng Zangzhi really brought him soup. What was even more shocking was that Cheng Zangzhi said that he wanted to spend a spring and autumn with him. ...it's Mid-Autumn Festival.

'Can I have a Mid-Autumn Festival with you? '

Yan Suiyuan felt that his mouth was dry, so the soup was served hot.

Due to the eager eyes of the person delivering the soup, he put down his teacup and picked up the soup cup.

The taste is sweet and it quenches thirst, but Yan Suiyuan still frowned slightly and said, "It's a bit sweet."

Cheng Zangzhi was speechless at the moment, but then he smiled and said, "How sweet is it?"

Yan Suiyuan squeezed the handle of the porcelain spoon and emphasized: "The taste is too sweet."

Cheng Zangzhi seemed to be deaf, and asked again: "How sweet do you say?"

Yan Suiyuan raised his eyes to look at him solemnly, feeling that he was puzzled in his heart, and immediately raised his voice coldly: "Master Cheng, you are neither deaf nor insane, you should understand."

Although Cheng Zangzhi was sitting on the guest seat, he was only an arm's length away from Yan Suiyuan. He stared at Yan Suiyuan with piercing eyes, as if asking Yan Suiyuan if he could celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with him:

"Can I have a taste?"

Yan Suiyuan was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the soup cup in his hand. Although he was the one who drank leftovers, he didn't take a few sips, so he took out the porcelain spoon and handed out the soup cup.

"That's not what I said." Cheng Zangzhi didn't move.

Yan Suiyuan was still suspicious, and looked at Cheng Zangzhi blankly.

In desperation, Cheng Zangzhi bowed his waist and got up halfway to avoid the soup cup. His purpose was clear. Although Yan Suiyuan reacted quickly enough, he was still brushed past his lips.A hint of sweetness comes from it.

"I mean this."

In the voice, the soup cup fell to the ground and shattered into a blooming Qionghua.

In the crackling sound, Yan Suiyuan clenched his fists unconsciously, but the moment he got up, the figure in front of him disappeared.The pupils were empty for a long time, Yan Suiyuan finally let go of his fist, and endured the violent impulse.

Yan Sui is willing to sit in the chair and think for a long time——Cheng Zangzhi is not seeking his own nameplate, what is it for?And what prompted him to be so courteous?What is his purpose?

Cheng Zangzhi used the fastest speed in his life to escape before Yan Suiyuan realized that he was being taken advantage of.

Stealing incense and jade can not only cure Cheng Zang's various diseases, but also dispel the depression he has accumulated because of Qin Meng's wish for Yan Sui, and make him full of energy.

Faced with Jing Zhao Yin Zhou Nong's unimaginable stare, Cheng Zangzhi was ecstatic but not fascinated by a large group of ghosts and ghosts who were not very cooperative in the house raid.

Jing Zhaoyin and Zhou Nong looked at the honest and sensible prisoner who had been confiscated and put on shackles, and he was completely convinced and said with emotion: "Master Cheng, you... have you changed your mind?"

Cheng Zangzhi glanced at him with a smile, Jing Zhaoyin's official position is more valuable than that of Dali Temple's minister, and the word "you" is directed at him, Hexi Jiedu.

He said: "Jing Zhaoyin is being polite, at most I will correct my evil ways and return to the right."

Zhou Nong smiled, and Cheng Zangzhi said the words he was going to use.But this Manchu Dynasty, Yan Sui is willing to be qualified to post the word 'positive'.

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Nong made up for it.

Cheng Zangzhi's expression remained the same, and he said: "The world is full of troubles, and human feelings are thin. I think Mr. Zhou can say what he said just now. I think he has a pure heart and a clear mind, and I admire him very much."

In the officialdom, one cannot help oneself, and one must be cautious in one's words and deeds. Although Zhou Nongcai's words were very bold, they did not lose their heart.

Zhou Nong was surprised, "Master Cheng has a lot of people, it was Zhou who was not cautious enough just now."

"Master Zhou, it's time to think about the ways of the world and see if it's worth your defense." Cheng Zangzhi patted him on the shoulder, like pats on his heart, "Has Master Yan not come yet?" ?”

The official messenger a few steps away has not yet answered him.

Cheng Zangzhi thought to himself: Did he frighten him by overdoing it?No, he's been playing a hooligan for three years, and a kiss is not too much of a thing, so it won't scare people away, right?

The more Cheng Zangzhi thought about it, the more anxious he became, his heart was like a fire, and it could be served as a dish with a little seasoning.It's fine if you don't get Yan Zhuang's general nameplate, but even the uncooked Yan Suiyuan is going to fly?

No way!Cheng Zangzhi raised his foot and dumped the mess to Zhou Nong, and hurriedly went to harass the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment.

Yan Suiyuan, who had been robbed of incense and jade, went back to the bedroom after Cheng Zangzhi left, and slept for half an afternoon.

As the sky was getting darker, You'an lit candles in the bedroom, waited for the other servants to bring hot soup, and after taking care of everything, quietly retreated outside the room.

Yan Suiyuan slept in dire straits this night, he felt that he had seen the process and hid it, and his mind was muddy with indescribably familiar and inexplicable sorrow.

After burning incense and bathing, Yan Suiyuan changed into a snow-white robe and took off the chain around his neck - this was the nameplate he himself wore in the army.

Ten years ago when Shannan Road rebelled, his uncle dispatched more than half of the troops, so that his father and the rest of the Central Ning Department were attacked suddenly by the Khitan.And his mother, Zhenlie, went with his father a year later.

Five years later, he was conscripted to Beijing. Before coming to Qingjing, he buried his father's nameplate in his mother's tomb.

Yan Suiyuan held the half-finger-long nameplate with a dignified expression, and couldn't help but think again—why does Cheng Zangzhi always want to take off his nameplate?Does he know where the Yan man's nameplate will end up?

"My lord, Master Cheng is here." You'an came to report suddenly.

Yan Suiyuan, who returned to his senses, hung the nameplate back on his neck. No matter why the court recruited him to be an official, his original intention was just like this nameplate. No matter whether others were in the Zhongning Army or not, it was tied to him.

Cheng Zangzhi, who couldn't control his legs, still sneaked into Yan Suiyuan's bedroom. At that time, Yan Suiyuan was dressed neatly, his blue hair was not tied, and his face was as light as water.

What Cheng Zangzhi couldn't bear the most was the elegance between his brows, just looking at it could make him sink, and there was always a feather in his heart that scratched lightly—it was so itchy.

"Well, did you eat it later?" Cheng Zangzhi resisted the desire to scratch his head and ears.

"Not yet," Yan Suiyuan paused, "but it should be almost time for dinner."

You'an by the door froze. Recently, the days have been getting shorter and the nights are longer. It's getting dark early, but it's only the end of Shenshi (15-17), and it's a whole hour away from the approaching hour that his family said. hour!

"Can you add a pair of chopsticks?" Cheng Zangzhi made an extra effort and was worried that Yan Sui would like to thank the guests, "If your residence finds it troublesome, I can bring my own bowls and chopsticks."

Yan Suiyuan took a deep look at him, and the thought that Cheng Zangzhi was hopeless came to mind again.

"A pair of bowls and chopsticks, Yan Mansion still has some."

Hearing Yan Sui wish to let go, Cheng Zangzhi's heart fluctuated more clearly, and he secretly took a deep breath.

"Then do your work first. I'll go and see what the kitchen is cooking." Cheng Zangzhi led the way with You'an in his arms, with the wind blowing under his feet, for fear that Yan Suiyuan would go back on his word.

Yan Suiyuan also heaved a sigh of relief, revisiting the old days, and suddenly found that in the three years in Qingjing, only Cheng Zangzhi was alive in his memory, and there was no one else besides him.

He squeezed the warm nameplate on his chest, and silently tied his black hair.

If the time could be turned back, Yan Suiyuan would definitely ask Cheng Zangzhi to shut him down, saving this guy from picking and choosing.

Yan Suiyuan, who has lived for 25 years, has never seen a person who eats celery and leaves, not ginger, onion and garlic, and four corners... all such condiments are not required, Yan Suiyuan looked at Cheng Zangzhi A pair of chopsticks is the same as killing food, you should avoid one and the other.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped Cheng Zangzhi's chopsticks with his own chopsticks, and put Cheng Zangzhi's unmoving dishes into the bowl one by one.

"Shut up and these, choose by yourself." Yan Suiyuan really has never seen such a thing.

Cheng Zangzhi stared at the pair of chopsticks in his hand, "Let's change the pair of chopsticks."

Before the words were finished, Cheng Zangzhi walked away with the chopsticks in Yan Suiyuan's hand, and then Cheng Zangzhi started to eat food seriously and with a face of death.

"Is it so unpalatable?" Yan Suiyuan frowned.

Cheng Zangzhi put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "No, it's because my stomach doesn't like these."

Qingjing is located in the north, and the taste is heavy. Looking at the various condiments in the dishes, it is obvious that the chef of the Yan Mansion is an authentic northerner.

"Aside from bad eyes, what else is wrong with you?"

Yan Suiyuan originally wanted to say that apart from your bad eyes, you are not good in other places.After thinking about it, it's better not to provoke him.

He asked You'an to remove Cheng Zangzhi's food bowl, and served Cheng Zangzhi a bowl of clear soup.

"Hey, how do you spend the Mid-Autumn Festival? If no one is with you, I will accompany you without charge." Cheng Zangzhi took a sip of the clear soup, and his stomach felt much more refreshed.

Yan Suiyuan looked up at him, "Does Master Cheng know if I have someone to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with me?"

Cheng Zangzhi looked at him calmly, the corners of his curved lips were bewitchingly red, and his face was full of spring with a smile.He really found out that Yan Suiyuan was alone in Qingjing for three years.

"Will the Mid-Autumn Festival be celebrated at your house or mine?" Cheng Zangzhi asked.

Yan Suiyuan was silent, he always felt that something was weird.

Cheng Zangzhi suddenly thought of something, "It's okay if we go out, there will be a gathering on the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Yan Suiyuan watched Cheng Zangzhi plan for the Mid-Autumn Festival a few days later, he turned his head silently, he said it was weird, it turned out that Cheng Zangzhi planned the Mid-Autumn Festival just like the Qixi Festival not long ago.

However, he also knew that the Mid-Autumn Festival was a special day for Cheng Zangzhi.

A moonless moon hangs high in the night, and the streamer is like a still water.Yan Suiyuan looked at the silver frost all over the place, and silently listened to Cheng Zangzhi's careful planning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which only lasts twelve hours, just like a lifetime in a day.

The author has something to say:

Cheng Zangzhi: I have been chasing you for three years...a kiss is not too much

Author: I also think

Hit it off!

Yan Shangshu: Seems like there is no room for me?

Cheng Zangzhi: Wait a minute, I will kick the author away!

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