Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

Lu Ci originally thought that he would sleep with Zhu Shuo, so he ordered his servants to add a bed to the room, and the bedding was also made.

Now, Zhu said that Teng Zongliang, who was harboring fantasies, "strike first", and he abducted Di Qing, which was not in vain.

Lu Ci slept on the inside as usual, while Di Qing chose the outside without hesitation.

"Age is not forgiving." Lu Ci, who took off his heavy coat and left only his thin pajamas, shrank into the blanket where the servants had placed the three Mrs. Tang in advance with lightning speed. Sighing comfortably: "Once a person gets old and his qi and blood become weak, he becomes more and more afraid of the cold."

Di Qing looked confused.

Although he was used to echoing his grandfather's words, it was clearly a self-joke...it's better not to answer.

Fortunately, Lu Ci just glanced at him enviously and sighed casually, without any intention of asking him to answer.

When she saw that Di Qing had changed into her bed clothes but was still standing by the bed, she couldn't help teasing, "Even if you're really not afraid of the cold, you don't have to show off like this in front of me, do you?"

Di Qing regained consciousness immediately, lowered her head slightly blushingly, and followed her into bed without hesitation.

It's just that although he was on the bed, before lifting the thick quilt, he hesitated in front of the only flickering candle that was lit.

Do you want to blow it out directly?

Gongzu didn't give a clear order, but according to his little selfishness, he didn't want to put it off so early.

The grandfather always fell asleep quite quickly, especially after the lights were turned off, he would talk for a while at most, and then fell asleep quietly.

It's rare to have the opportunity to be alone, not to mention that this is the rare sweetness of being able to sleep with the grandfather a few times a year, he really doesn't want to just swallow it like this.

But if he didn't turn off the lights, he wouldn't be able to look at Gongzu upright...

Even Lu Ci, who was hailed by his friends as having an exquisite heart with seven apertures, would never have guessed that such a simple act of staring at the candlelight in a daze contained so many thoughts.

He squinted his eyes blissfully for a while in the warm blanket covered by Mrs. Tang. Before Di Qing was lying beside him, he couldn't help but opened his eyes and took a look: "Young brother, why are you still standing there? Turn off the lights and lie down." Well, Mo accidentally caught the wind and cold."

"Grandfather said so."

Lu Ci's words came to a final conclusion, and ended the two thoughts that Di Qing was still fighting fiercely.

He quickly reached out his hand, extinguished the lamp, and completed the action of "lifting off the quilt, lying in, and covering the quilt again" in a flash.

He was afraid that if he moved too slowly, too much cold wind would come in and damage the delicate branches and leaves of the precious flower named Gongzu.

It was so quick that even Lu Ci was slightly surprised, and it took him a long time to chuckle, but he misunderstood the meaning behind Di Qing's actions: "Did you feel cold just now? You were so dazed that you didn't choose the right moment."

Having been 'wronged', Di Qing didn't have the slightest intention of refuting, and said seriously: "Gongzu taught you well."

People are quick to admit their mistakes and correct them when they know their mistakes, which left Lu Ci, who claims to be a bad-hearted parent, no excuse to make fun of him, and fell silent for a while.

Di Qing calmed down, trying to adjust the sound of her exhalation and intake to make it appear smooth and natural.

Although he couldn't control his beating heart, he was still able to pretend to breathe normally.

Before the eyes that have not yet adapted to the darkness, it is still pitch black.

He lay down properly and waited quietly.

Not long after, he was finally able to appreciate the faint moonlight penetrating through the window lattice, as well as the handsome and flawless outline of his face that seemed to be favored by the pure and white moonlight.

Lu Ci didn't notice the sneaky glances of the people around him, and because he didn't feel sleepy, he didn't close his eyes and fell asleep, but smiled and turned to his side, chatting with Di Qing: "Although I ask at this time, I still don't like it. It's too early, but I'm really curious, what will young brother want to do after he retires?"

For Di Qing, who is still a white man and needs to concentrate on waiting for the exam that will come in a few years, it is indeed too early to think about life after "retirement".

But Lu Ci didn't just ask Di Qing about this question.

Everyone who was close to him, including Zhu Shuo, Liu Qi, Teng Zongliang and Yan Shu, had been asked this question by him.

Although a few people were quite puzzled, they still answered seriously, and the answers were different: Zhu said that he would like to go back to his hometown to set up a school, gather with his friends for nothing, and be an ordinary teacher on weekdays; Liu Qi doesn't like loneliness, He said with a smile that he would spend the rest of his life in Lu Ci's house, and went to Huajie and Liuxiang to listen to ditties when he was free.

Although they are still at an age of vigorous energy and lofty ambitions, several of them have obviously had the word "zhishi" and the leisurely yearning it represents after they have completed their careers and retired.

It's just that the few people spoke casually and didn't pay attention to Lu Ci's gentle and serious gaze looking at them.

Others don't know, but Lu Ci is more or less clear: Although the few friends who made friends with him are famous in history for various reasons, most of them are left with the regret of dying in office.

Deplorable because of regret, but also impressive.

No one has ever had the happy scene of enjoying a peaceful life and nurturing children and grandchildren after becoming an official.

He was fortunate enough to come to the Great Song Dynasty, and he also had a close relationship with them, so he should do his best.Not to mention making their long-cherished wishes come true, the wonderful fate of Shan Chong should at least make them less displaced.

——How did you feel after you became an official?

what?

For Di Qing, whose body was tense, trying to restrain the distracting thoughts in his mind, and warning himself not to be obsessed with ghosts and go too far, this question came so suddenly that he couldn't react for a long time.

This slow reaction resulted in a small misunderstanding for his grandfather.

Lu Ci let out a soft "Hey", and looked at Di Qing's side face quietly for a while, knowing that he was still awake, so he said knowingly with a smile in his words: "Could it be that he has fallen asleep?"

Di Qing didn't know at all that this was a sign that the grandfather was going to tease him, so he quickly answered honestly: "No, never, it's just that I accidentally wandered off. I'm really sorry."

"Oh."

Lu Ci narrowed his eyes slightly, but he couldn't hide his regretful response: "But if you ask casually, it's okay if you didn't hear it."

Di Qing's lips twitched. He wanted to ask Gongzu to say it again, but silently swallowed it back.

In fact, it's no wonder that he is out of his mind, it is really the grandfather...too close to him.

The last time we slept together, the weather wasn't cold, but it wasn't cool either.

Di Qing didn't remember the specifics very clearly: the appearance of the grandfather who deliberately wore his robes was so shocking that other memories faded to nothing but ghost images.

But it is definitely not far or close: for me who is "warm" all year round - the evaluation of the grandfather -, the only way to get the initiative of the grandfather to get closer is in the cold weather of winter .

It stands to reason that being able to get the grandfather so close is a beautiful thing that he never dared to dream of.

However, most of his bravery was consumed when he sneaked closer to touch his fingertips last time when his grandfather was asleep, and he has not yet accumulated enough weight for the next "offence".

Just when Di Qing was about to pretend to be asleep, Gongzu did something that almost knocked him out of his wits on the spot - after a rustling movement, before he could turn his head to check the situation, there was a sudden cool sound He reached out his arm, fumbled to hold his hand, and pulled it to the inside of the bed.

Di Qing only felt that at this moment, he seemed to be tied up with firecrackers—the kind that can explode a flower in the sky at once.

But the grandfather who was holding the lead light slave, didn't know his danger at all, so he couldn't stop wandering around the lead wire.

Di Qingsheng was afraid that there would be some inexplicable embarrassing reaction in his body, so he deliberately tensed up his whole body, making it rigid.

But he didn't dare to resist Gongzu's sudden move.

The hand that seemed to be "sacrificed" was pulled smoothly to the pillow by Lu Ci all the way.

Before Di Qing's raised heart fell, he was suddenly thrown into the sky - the back of his hand was gently pressed down by the slightly cold right cheek.

Lu Ci deliberately teased him, but he didn't really put the weight of his head on the back of the hand at all, but he also controlled the angle and cleverly made it difficult for Di Qing to break free. "

Di Qing's mind went blank.

After an unknown period of time, he came back to his senses in a trance, but the focus of his attention was all on the slight tremor at the end of the laughter and the mysterious touch of that cool and soft cheek.

As expected of the grandfather...he became more and more aware of how to easily kill him without bloodshed.

"Gongzu," Di Qing took a long time to regain his scattered soul, and there was an undetectable tremor in his voice: "What's wrong?"

"You are young and strong after all," Lu Ci did not answer his question, but could not hide his envy: "The firepower is very strong."

Di Qing: "..."

The temperature that he dislikes so much in hot weather has become the most pleasing self-heating stove at the moment.

Compared with the time he remembered when he went back to his hometown to visit his teacher, the two of them rode down the mountain together in the snow, after Di Qing changed from a small raccoon slave to a big raccoon slave, his firepower was obviously stronger.

Although the three Mrs. Tang helped to warm up his body, Lu Ci still felt cold on his exposed face. Naturally, he didn't like this source of heat.

As for Di Qing who lied about "I just lost my mind and didn't hear my question", it was considered a small punishment.

Di Qing was silent for a long time, turned his body unnaturally, and then slowly said in a slightly weak voice: "If the patriarch still feels cold, I would like to pass on the servants and prepare a few more Mrs. Tang."

"Don't bother." Lu Ci joked in a tone that seemed to be justified: "I will raise you for a thousand days and use it for a short time. It's rare that it's so cold. I didn't let you lie on the ice and beg for a carp, so I was considered a kind person. Now as long as you get closer and warm the bed for me, why do you have the nerve to push back and forth, just thinking about bothering the poor servant who just rested?"

Di Qingxu was beaten speechless by the string of words, and remained silent for a while.

Lu Ci raised his eyebrows and raised his voice, "Why, don't you agree?"

In the past, he and Liu Qi and Yan Shu, a Mingsao and a sullen old driver, often joked about their husbands and wives, and they were used to teasing each other with Teng Zongliang, who had been married for many years. Behavior, there is nothing less to do.

Naturally, he didn't know that this simple action could cause an uproar in the heart of Yi Muai.

Di Qing opened his mouth, but couldn't speak at all.

If it wasn't for this shameful sudden reaction on his body that needed to be dealt with urgently, then let alone warming the bed for one night, if he wanted to warm the bed for a lifetime, he would be very willing.