Walking with Cats [Quick Transmigration]

In the next few days, Zhang Yuliang and Fu Ziyuan brought back some history books of the time and country one after another, some were written by locals, and some were written by scholars from other countries. help.

Cheng Dan and Peng Ge helped sort out the ten volumes of unofficial history written by Mr. Hong Sheng. This task seems complicated, but in fact, as long as you find the thread, you can quickly unravel all the clues and sort out all the clues smoothly.

It is worth mentioning that all the works of Mr. Hongsheng involve more or less the history of that era, including those of the imperial court, rivers and lakes, and folks. Although they contain fabricated and exaggerated elements, they are generally credible.When Cheng Dan integrated the existing materials, he would consciously add this part of the content as a supplement.

For two months in a row, the four of them were busy with this matter, not to mention forgetting to sleep and eat.

On this day, Cheng Dan sorted out all the historical events recorded by Mr. Hongsheng during the emperor's time in chronological order. He was about to get up and walk, but found that his back was sore and his legs were numb. in a state of rigidity.

He maintained a distorted posture and sat on the spot for a long time, before his overtired muscles gradually relaxed, and he was able to slowly stand up while supporting the table.

He had such a hard time getting up, but Zhang Yuliang, who had been sitting with him for the same amount of time, seemed to be okay, and still had the energy to pour tea and pass things to him.

"Tuantuan, thank you for your hard work." Zhang Yuliang wrapped his arms around Cheng Dan's waist, pressed his fingertips on the acupuncture points on his lower back, and gently rubbed, "Does your back hurt? Where else does it hurt?"

Cheng Dan leaned in his arms relaxedly, stretched out his hands with the pastry in his mouth, and said, "I still have hands."

Peng Ge has already completed the part of the task he was responsible for, and is now at his desk to draw tricks.The new year is approaching, and she wants to make a set of winter clothes for Zhang Yuliang and Cheng Dan as gifts before the new year.

"Brother, don't stick to Tuantuan, write your book." Peng Ge concentrated on describing a clump of green bamboos, without raising his head, but he knew everything, knowing that Zhang Yuliang took the opportunity to stick to Cheng Dan again.

It's not that she has the ability to predict the future, but that similar plots have been staged countless times in front of her these days, and they have already been deeply imprinted in her heart.

While massaging Cheng Dan, Zhang Yuliang said confidently, "I'm not clinging to him, I'm helping him relieve his physical fatigue."

Peng Ge looked up at the two people stuck together, annoyed and funny, but just shook his head and didn't speak any more.

One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, so she should not be an annoying breakup.

Fu Ziyuan sat by the door and warmed himself by the fire, with a soft cake in his left hand and a bamboo slip in his right hand, watching and eating a few mouthfuls of cakes, listening to the three of them talking and laughing from time to time, shrouded in golden sunlight, with thick white hair and a cloak His white fluffy collar makes him look like a lazy cat.

He tore off a piece of cake and put it in his mouth. He raised the bamboo slips and tapped his forehead, and asked abruptly, "I remember Mr. Hongsheng wrote an article about the love between man and demon. Could it be that the sixth son and Tuantuan are going to deduce it to the world personally?" Shall we see?"

Cheng Dan was originally drowsy by Zhang Yuliang's skilled and superb massage techniques, but when he heard this, he suddenly regained his energy, raised one eyelid and looked at him and said, "How many times do I have to tell you before you believe me? Not a demon!"

"Then what are you?" Fuzi Yuan's soul asked back.

"I am..." Cheng Dan was stuck, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Yes, he is neither a demon nor a pure person, so what should he be?

Zhang Yuliang smiled slightly, lowered her head and kneaded his tangled face: "You are the fate bestowed on me by God, the best gift bestowed by fate."

As soon as these words came out, the three people present were almost sour.

Peng Ge said to her dear brother with a look of disgust: "Brother, you are worse at talking about love than cousin Zisang."

Although Cheng Dan didn't know the level of Zisang Shouxin's love words, but with Zhang Yuliang's two earthy love words, he felt that Zisang Shouxin could come up with better ones even if he thought with his feet.

However, Zhang Yuliang was not happy. He said solemnly: "I think you are mocking me. Even though I am not familiar with Mr. Zisang, I can see that he is not good at words and loves hard to express."

Peng Ge didn't have time to speak, but Fu Ziyuan was accidentally injured, he said with a straight face, "Forgive me, no matter how bad Shou Xin is, he can't say such crude love words."

"..." After being rejected by three people, Zhang Yuliang couldn't help but fell into deep thought. After a long time, he asked Cheng Dan: "Is it really ugly?"

Cheng Dan nodded without losing face: "It's really dirty."

Zhang Yuliang sighed softly, picked up the fan and shook it away vigorously - he wanted to fan the wind for a while to calm down.

……

In the afternoon, which was the warmest time of the day, Cheng Dan moved a soft couch to the yard, wrapped himself in a quilt, and slept in the sun comfortably.

At the stone table not far away, Zhang Yuliang and Fuzi Yuanfen sat on both sides, fighting each other on the chessboard.The two of you back and forth, you advance and I retreat, a game of chess has been played for half an hour and it is not over yet.

A little further away, Peng Ge was picking plum blossoms for evening snacks, when he suddenly saw a figure jumping from the other side of the wall to this one, landing lightly and silently, with a doggy posture, raised his head and met her eyes, Both sides froze in unison.

After a while, that figure, that is, Zisang Shouxin made a silent gesture to Pengge, signaling her to be quiet first.

Pengge nodded, and walked into the kitchen with a basket in his arms knowingly, and Zisang Shouxin followed silently.

In the kitchen, Pengge put down the basket, turned around and asked, "Cousin Zisang, are you here for Mr. Ziyuan?"

Mr. Zisang nodded. Although his expression was flat, the anxiety and concern in his eyes could not be faked.

He hesitated for a moment and said: "I heard from the person in charge of Qingli Bookstore that Fu Ziyuan bought a lot of history books there, so he asked someone to bring another batch from home. But these are my father's treasures, so they can only be borrowed. , I can’t buy it, you can give it to him for me.”

Penge raised his eyebrows.

Obviously Zhang Yuliang and Tuantuan also went with Fuziyuan, and the shopkeeper probably said so, but he heard a Fuziyuan, really...staying very real.

"Do you know why Mr. Zi Yuan bought the history books?" Peng Ge did not immediately agree, but asked cautiously.

Zisang Shouxin shook his head honestly: "I don't know, but it's not important."

Peng Ge didn't make a fool of himself, and said directly: "He is helping my brother to repair the book, and staying at the mansion during this time is also doing the preparation work for my brother before repairing the book."

"For the sixth son?" Zisang Shouxin's indifferent expression changed slightly, and his eyes fluctuated slightly, "Are they on good terms?"

"It's irreversible." Peng Ge said without hesitation.

Hearing this, Zisang Shouxin seemed to be slightly relieved: "It's not just about being happy with each other."

The corners of Pengge's mouth twitched: "Cousin, you are really... Forget it, let's not talk about this, did you send someone to send the book you said, or did I go to Qingli Bookstore to get it?"

"Which option can prevent Fuziyuan from knowing that this is my handwriting?" Zisang Shouxin asked back.

Peng Ge smiled, and suddenly felt sympathetic to this silly cousin, and couldn't bear to talk nonsense with him anymore, and said directly: "It's not possible, as long as you send the book, Mr. Ziyuan will definitely know. In this way, you Do you still send it?"

Zi Sang Shou nodded heartily: "Send it. Tomorrow morning, I will send someone to deliver the book to the house, please receive it for me."

"Okay." Now that he has made up his mind, Peng Ge didn't say anything more, and bowed to him with his whole skirt, "Peng Ge thanked cousin Zisang for his help on my brother's behalf."

Zisang Shouxin was taken aback for a moment, then he saluted unskillfully, walked out of the kitchen, climbed over the wall and left.

After he left, Penge sighed softly.

What is this called.

……

Set up a table under the moon, and the three drink together.

The plum fragrance is careless, and the slanting branches and leaves bring the sky full of brilliance, interlaced and falling between the fingers of Penge's plucked strings.

Zhang Yuliang brewed grapes with a higher concentration, but the taste of the wine was not strong. At first, Cheng Dan coveted its sweet taste, drank several cups in a row, and soon became drunk.

Zhang Yuliang wanted to stop him, but every time he met him with clear and expectant eyes, he couldn't say the words of refusal, so he could only help him fill the wine glass and watch him drink one by one.

Until he got drunk and plunged into his arms.

Cheng Dan, who was drunk, was well-behaved, quietly laying his pillow on Zhang Yuliang's shoulder, dozing off with his arms around his waist.Zhang Yuliang helped him lie on his lap, took off his cloak and wrapped him tightly.

His whole set of movements is extremely proficient, as if he has done it countless times.

Fu Ziyuan also drank a lot, with the smell of alcohol rising, her cheeks were slightly red, and she was looking at the two of them with a smile as she recalled something.

"Sixth Young Master treats Tuantuan better and better." He said while holding his chin.

"I've always treated him like this." Zhang Yuliang blurted out, and felt strange after speaking, she smiled first, and patted Cheng Dan lightly with her right hand, so that he could sleep more peacefully under such comfort, "Then the words again Having said that, there is one thing that I am still very concerned about.”

Fu Ziyuan smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Why can you understand Tuantuan's cry?" Zhang Yuliang asked earnestly, afraid that he might not understand, and added: "When he was a cat."

"Could the sixth son be jealous?" Fu Ziyuan raised his eyebrows, looking at Zhang Yuliang with surprise and amused expression in his eyes.

Zhang Yuliang habitually picked up the fan, worried that the cool wind would blow to Cheng Dan, but did not unfold it, just held it in his hand and tapped his palm: "It's not because of jealousy, but because of curiosity. You used to say that you could talk to birds, beasts, insects and fish." , I always felt that this was unlikely, until I met Tuantuan, I didn't believe it a little bit. But Tuantuan is an example to me after all, it doesn't mean anything, you are different."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Dan suddenly grunted and rolled over on his lap, which made him shut up quickly.

Fu Ziyuan put down his wine glass, thought for a while before saying: "Sixth Young Master, I have never lied to you, I can indeed feel the thoughts and words of plants, trees, birds and beasts, but I can't give you proof. This may be a kind of talent, or Perhaps a delusion or a disease."

"Really?" Zhang Yuliang nodded seriously, changed the topic, and asked another question that was different from the previous question: "Then may I ask, why did you separate from Mr. Zisang?"

The topic was too jumpy, and Fuzi Yuan didn't know how to answer for a while.

Zhang Yuliang lowered his voice and said again: "You are not a stingy person, I don't believe you will give up this relationship because of Mr. Zisang's unintentional mistake."

Fu Ziyuan was silent for a moment, picked up the jug and poured half a pot of wine into his mouth, Fang said calmly: "There is no other reason, even if there is, it doesn't matter now."

"Well, if you don't want to say it now, there will be a day when you will." Zhang Yuliang lowered his head and touched Cheng Dan's face, "I just don't want my friend to be stuck in the past when everything goes well for me. Sad."

"Don't worry, Sixth Young Master, I won't do it." Fuzi Yuan smiled.

Zhang Yuliang was about to speak again, when Cheng Dan hugged his arm suddenly, rubbed his fluffy head against the back of his hand, and mumbled a sentence: "Zhang... Yuliang..."

His heart softened suddenly, and he didn't want to say anything.

Peng Ge quietly looked at the three people in front of him, turned his fingertips slightly, and changed to a soft and clear pipa tune.

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