Loyalty Hou Tiansheng rebellious

In the early morning of the fifth day of the lunar new year, before dawn, Chen Hen was woken up by the notification sound of the system task.

The system reminds you of new tasks.

Chen Hen grabbed two handfuls of hair, and calmed down for a while. In a blink of an eye, it was still early outside the window, and Li Yan, who was on the pillow, was also soundly asleep.

The weather was cold, Chen Hen didn't want to lift the quilt, and ran outside to look at the mission panel.He thought for a while, and pulled the quilt over his head - he shrank under the quilt to look at the task panel.

There is no specific description for this task, only a numerical value: 0/100.

According to the previous three missions, Chen Hen felt that this mission had something to do with Li Yan, but what was the relationship?

While thinking, Chen He touched Li Yan's waist twice casually.After a few seconds, the value on the panel changed, 0.2333/100.

He suddenly realized that this is the legendary intimacy value.

Although the value of touch is not much, but no matter how thin the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

If——Chen Hen had a flash of inspiration—wouldn't the value increase be more if he didn't touch through the clothes?

So Chen Hen stretched out his evil cat's paw towards Li Yan.

The evil cat's paws stopped when they touched the corner of Li Yan's clothes, and he was scared.

He was afraid that he would wake up Li Yan, and it would be difficult to explain it then.

Chen Hen stretched out a finger to poke him.I just said that Li Yan is like a dragon, with dragon scales and claws, and a soft belly, but in fact it is not soft at all, it is very hard.

Stuffed in the quilt for a long time, Chen Hen was a little out of breath.He took another look, and there are three days left for his task, which is enough, and there is no rush at this time.

After putting away the task panel, Chen Hen got out of the quilt like a cat, turned over lightly, and prepared to go back to sleep.

This time, he fell asleep until Li Yan called him: "Li Ting, get up, aren't you afraid that Eunuch Gao will misunderstand you?"

Chen Hen sat up abruptly from the bed, lowered his head to calm himself, and stroked the hair hanging around his ears.

"Are you still sleepy? I shouldn't have called you." Li Yan rubbed his head for him, "Sleep a little longer, I will go to sleep on the long couch outside, and I said that I slept like this last night, they dare not chew their tongues. "

"How dare I drive the emperor to sleep on the long couch outside?" Chen Hen flicked his sleeves at him, "Get up soon, if you don't get up again, the emperor will delay the morning court."

"I asked them to light up the fire in the warm pavilion, so you go back to sleep?"

Chen Hen yawned and was about to get out of bed: "I won't sleep anymore, I'll tidy up and serve the emperor to change clothes."

No matter how sleepy Chen Hen was, he would not sleep anymore, he had to take this opportunity to do the task.

It takes only two touches to increase the value by such a small amount, and if you touch your hands bald, you may not be able to complete the task.

With a headband in his mouth, he was tying his hair in front of the bronze mirror. He was worrying about how to do the task, but he didn't realize that Li Yan was standing behind him.

Li Yan took his hand and pulled his hair up: "It looks good when it's tied up high."

"Hey!" Chen Hen was startled, and looked back at him, with the belt in his mouth, he yelled after him, and then fell down.

Li Yan reached out to catch his hair tie, fearing that it would hurt him, so he tied it gently and slowly, fearing that he would resist, so he sped up the speed a little.

Chen Hen stroked his hair twice: "No one in Ye Youting did this."

——No kid in kindergarten tied their hair like this!

"But it's so pretty."

— but someone likes it.

"It's like the time when you didn't wear the crown. At that time, you lived the most comfortable and comfortable life. You looked at the clouds and sang songs all day, just like a romantic boy." Li Yan smiled, leaned over and approached , pressing both hands on the table with the bronze mirror, trapping Chen Hen in the middle.

Li Yan asked him in a low voice: "I want you to be a free character, do you want it?"

Chen Hen half-truthfully replied: "The slaves are in their twenties, and when they get old, they will lose their waist if they are more romantic."

"You..." Li Yan said sternly, "Go to Xu's mansion today, and come back after delivering the books. You won't stay long."

Chen Hen agreed: "Hey, okay, I will come back as soon as I put down the book, and I will never get involved in other things."

Xu Zhenmian, Xu Yushi of Xu's mansion, had an old illness on the [-]th of the first month.That's why Chen Hen couldn't stop him on his way to court and hand over the collection of poems to him.

Xu Xing was recuperating in the mansion and hadn't gone out for half a month.

The sun came out in the afternoon, and it shone warmly on my body.Chen Hen rode on the horse and walked slowly across the long street.Snow piled up on both sides of the long street, causing Chen Hen to get off the ground, and ran over to step on it.

Leading the horse, stepping on the snow piled up in the corner all the way, he arrived at the gate of Xu Mansion.

After explaining the purpose of coming, the porter turned around and went in to report, leaving him in front of the door.

After a while, the servant next to Xu Xing should have come out, he said: "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, our lord is sick, and it's not convenient to see guests. Please go back."

Chen Hen gave him the collection of poems in his arms: "My friend got a small collection. I heard that Mr. Xu likes it, so I copied it for him. Please send this in for me, and then ask him to see it again." don't see me."

The collection of poems is in my arms, and there is still warmth on the paper.Opening the book, the ink marks are still new, and the font is also new, which is not found in any bookstore's engraved editions. Founder is cute.

The paper is newly cut, and the thread is newly sewn, all with a lot of heart.

Chen Hen didn't think too much about it, he only thought that Xu Xing liked the poems of Lingnan wine lunatics, this time he got him a book of poems that he had never seen before, Xu Xing must be happy.As soon as Xu Xing was happy, he would definitely meet him.

Unexpectedly, the young man still said: "Your Excellency thanked you for your kindness, and he accepted the book, but he really can't get out of bed, and he is afraid that he will give it to you if he gets sick, so please return it."

"Then I go in to see the sick? He doesn't need to get up, so I just stand outside the door?"

"It doesn't matter what the little ones say, it's only what the grown-ups say."

Chen Hen hurriedly said: "Then trouble you to ask again."

"This is the third time, the young master asked again and again, and the adults replied again and again, it is really..." Consciously talking too much, the boy turned around hurriedly, and was about to go back to pass on the message at a trot.

"Hey!" Chen Hen waved his hand at him, "Just tell your adults that I won't leave unless he lets me in!"

This time, Chen Hen was let in.

There are two braziers burning in the room, and they are warming up.Xu Xing was half leaning on the couch, with half of his body trapped in the brocade quilt.Her hair was loose and laid out on the pillow.

His complexion was still pale, but he had lost a little more recently.The cheekbones are slightly protruding, and because of the fire, it is dyed an unnatural red color.

He closed his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled only when Chen Hen pushed the door in and called him softly, Mr. Xu.

"List……"

When Chen Hen was named Marquis, Xu Xing called him Lord Marquis, but for the rest of the time, he only called him Mr. Chen.

And Mr. Chen also grew from a cheerful boy to a wicker-like man, who seemed to be walking with the wind, and seemed to have a little arrogance.

Chen Hen tied his hair up today, looking very much like the high-spirited young man who was banging on porcelain plates and singing in the pavilion on the lake in his Xu Mansion a few years ago.

While Xu Xing was in a trance, the young man lifted up his robe and sat down in front of the couch.As if being polite, she reached out and patted the quilt for him.

But Xu Xing always felt that the next moment he would stand on his feet, beat the time, and sing Jiangnan songs to him.

It's okay to have strong words and colorful songs.

He has a thick skin and can listen.

Seeing Xu Xing shaking his head, Chen Hen only thought that he was seriously ill, so he called him again.

Only then did Xu Xing greet him with a cough.

Chen Hen raised his hand to help him pat his back: "I saw Master Xu half a month ago, and it was a good time. I also added carbon to Master Xu's hand stove, what? It was because the carbon was not enough that day that Master Xu Are you cold?"

"No..." Xu Xing stopped coughing and gasped for breath. He only tilted his head and buried half of his face in the soft pillow, "It's an old problem from winter and spring, and it has nothing to do with you."

Chen hated him, he really had nothing to say, he was afraid of making him angry, and even more afraid of making him cough.

Chen Hen's gaze quietly swept around him, and finally landed on the book of poems on the bedside, which was the one he sent.

"A friend's collection of books is said to be newly acquired. I heard that Mr. Xu likes it, so I copied a copy. Mr. Xu read it in his spare time. It won't be boring when he is sick."

You can't just say that the poem was written by Su Heng, and Chen Hen didn't dare to claim credit for it. He just said that the book belonged to a friend, and that friend was Su Heng, and he himself was just a copyist.

In this way, if Xu Xing wanted to thank him another day, he would also like to thank Su Heng.

"Thank you, you are interested." Xu Xing raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on the title of the book.

A few days ago, Su Heng sent over piles of poems without naming them.When the book was finally written, Chen Hen randomly picked a word from the poem-Canglang, and the original sentence is Canglang washing the bones.

Chen Hen's own handwriting is round and round, so it's not easy to write such a name.This is a private post, he practiced for a long time, and wrote it at the last moment before coming to Xu's mansion.

Seeing him put his hand on the collection of poems, Chen Hen was silent for a while, then said softly: "Master Xu, do you read two pages? How about I read two pages to you?"

Xu Xing didn't answer, but slowly withdrew his hand.

Chen Hen knew that he couldn't read Su Heng's arrogance and grandeur, so he didn't speak, just flipped a page to read.

Drizzle to wash the rouge.

Canglang washes the bones.

Copying these poems these days, at a certain moment, Chen Hen suddenly understood why Xu Xing liked Su Heng's poems.

He is a son of an aristocratic family, well-behaved and dignified. What he likes can no longer be as restrictive as him. He likes things that are different from him, unrestrained and wanton.

Xu Xing suddenly called him: "Chen Liting."

"Ok?"

"It's best when you're only called Chen Hen."

Chen Hen smiled: "I can't help it, it's fate, I was pushed forward."

Xu Xing also smiled very rarely, and asked: "I always treat you coldly, why don't you take it to heart?"

"Didn't you save me several times before..."

There was a moment of silence, only to hear Chen Hen continue: "I used to be in Ye Youting, when Li Tan wanted to touch me, my brother Chen Wen was there, and you were always there? And last time my title was cut Alright, didn’t you take the fold back?”

The words "You know" and "You still remember" were stuck in Xu Xing's throat, and he couldn't say them.

He just said, "So."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Xing curled up and started coughing. This coughing was urgent and violent.He clutched the brocade quilt so tightly that his fingertips turned white.

Chen Hen hurriedly gave him comfort: "Master Xu?"

Before he could recover, the servant who had just informed Chen Hen in front of the door opened the door and broke in: "Young master, the master is back."

He was talking about Xu Xing's father, Xu Youxiang Xu Xie, who helped the old emperor pave a dead end for the crown prince.

When Xu Xing heard this, he didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly pushed Chen Hen's hand away, leaned his head on the side of the couch, and gasped: "He wants to plot against you, you are shallow, it's not good Face to face with him... I shouldn't have seen you, I really lost my head for a while. You go back quickly, go back to the palace... go to your emperor."

What he said was strange, before Chen Hen had time to think about it, Xu Xing told his little servant again: "Take Mr. Chen out of the secret passage, and tell him... that he has already left."

The little servant called out, "My lord..."

Where is the reason for telling others the biggest secret in one's own house as soon as one comes back for the first time?

"Take him away." Seeing his hesitation, Xu Xing got angry for a moment, grabbed the poetry collection in front of the bed and threw it at him, shouting, "Take him away."

"Don't be angry, don't be angry." Chen Hen hurriedly persuaded him, "I'll go right away, I'll go right away."

The young servant reluctantly opened the secret passage of half of the bookshelf, and led Chen Hen in.

Chen Hen only took half a step forward with the boy, only to hear the sound of a teacup being dropped from outside.

Xu Xing's father, Xu Xie's voice: "You protect him, you have to protect him... Insufficient in both loyalty and filial piety, do you even lose your life, and you become a ghost to protect him? I doubt you... "