Raiders Xiaofulang

Putting the tray down on his feet, he said again, "Your Majesty, use it slowly. The servants are outside, so call them if you need anything."

Cen Xingzhi nodded, "Go."

The maid turned around and retreated, and closed the door again.

After Cen Xingzhi ate the noodles and drank two cups of wine, he felt full, but felt that the room was a bit stuffy, so he got up, pushed the door and went out.

The maid was still waiting outside the door, seeing Cen Xingzhi coming out, she raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Why did Lord Hou come out?"

Cen Xingzhi said, "I'll go and take a look around," he added, "Pick up the dishes in the room."

The servant girl was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, as if a little surprised, but quickly responded, "Yes, the servant girl will collect it now."

Cen Xingzhi left the bedroom and took two steps, but he didn't know where to go, but he suddenly remembered that before he left, that Song Zhi's brother told him not to let Song Zhi suffer.

For the past two days, he has been at the front of the queue, putting Song Zhi in the carriage in the convoy, not knowing what to do.

Thinking of this, I went to find a soldier, asked where Song Zhi was arranged, and went to have a look.

Song Zhi lived in a room with a soldier who was driving a car. This soldier was named Cen Gui, and he was Cen Xingzhi's subordinate.

Song Zhi didn't understand, since he followed him, why did Cen Xingzhi order someone to monitor him? What was he guarding against?

But this Cen Gui is very easy to get along with, the two have become acquainted after getting acquainted, and they often joke around.

At this moment, I just finished dinner. Song Zhi was fine, so he spread paper on the dining table and wrote the word yes or no.

Seeing him, Cen Gui said in surprise, "You can also write?"

Song Zhi smiled, and said, "When I was a child, my neighbor was an old man who taught me to read and write." He raised his eyes, looked at Cen Gui, and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Cen Gui sat down next to Song Zhi, picked up the piece of paper, pointed to the word No, and said, "I know this word, don't you?"

Song Zhi nodded, and replied, "Yes," he said with a smile, "You can also read, why make such a fuss."

Cen Gui smiled and said, "I only know a few words, how many words do you know?"

Song Zhi listened to think about it, and said, "There must be a dozen or so," he said with a smile, "Can you write your name?"

Cen Gui shook his head, and asked Song Zhi with a smile, "Why do you know that?"

Song Zhi nodded, "Of course I will," bowed his head as he spoke, wrote the word Cen Gui on the paper, pointed it to Cen Gui, and said, "Look, this word is Cen, and this word is Gui .”

Cen Gui laughed and said, "Alright, let me write about it then."

In this way, Song Zhi handed the pen to Cen Gui, and asked Cen Gui to follow suit, but Cen Gui's strokes were wrong, so Song Zhi got up, held Cen Gui's hand, and taught him strokes.

But at this time, Cen Xingzhi pushed the door and entered, seeing this scene, he was taken aback for a moment.

Cen Gui and Song Zhi were also stunned, but Cen Gui quickly realized that he put down his pen and bowed to Cen Xingzhi, "Master Hou is here."

Cen Xingzhi just came back to his senses, nodded, then looked at Song Zhi, and asked, "Mr. Song, is he still used to it?"

Song Zhi also stood up, and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Lord Hou, I'm still getting used to it, there's nothing serious about it."

Cen Xingzhi nodded when he heard this, but suddenly became a little angry, his subordinates had only known Song Zhi for two days, and they were able to sit down and write together, so he raised his eyebrows and gave Cen Gui a look, "Writing is a fun thing to do. "

Seeing this, Cen Gui felt something was wrong in his heart, so he could only bow his head and respond, "Yes, Mr. Song taught me to write my own name."

Hearing this, Cen Xingzhi was a little surprised. He raised his eyes to look at Song Zhi, not thinking that he could write, so he took two steps closer and took the piece of paper to read.

Seeing the words "Yes" and "No" written on the paper, and Cen Gui's name, but the word surprised Cen Xingzhi, so he said to Song Zhi, "I didn't expect Mr. Song's handwriting to be pretty good."

Song Zhi said, "Thank you, Lord Hou, for your compliment."

Song Zhi answered neither humble nor overbearing, Cen Xingzhi listened, suddenly felt that he was not interested, so he said, "Forget it, since Mr. Song is fine, I will go back too."

After hearing this, Song Zhi said, "Master Hou is traveling, he should rest earlier."

When Cen Xingzhi heard the words, he said, "Let's go now," and then walked away.

Cen Gui bowed to see them off, but Cen Xingzhi stopped him with a snort, "Let's learn to write hard."

Hearing this, Cen Gui had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Master Hou, rest early."

Seeing Cen Xingzhi leave, Cen Guifang left with a sigh, closed the door, a little dejected, turned around and saw a narrow smile on Song Zhi's face.

Cen Gui complained, "Young Master Song is gloating."

Song Zhi chuckled a few times, and replied, "That's right, it's just that it's not your fault that you laughed."

Eighteen Dreams

Hearing the words, Cen Gui asked, "What, what is not my disaster, what does Mr. Song mean by this?"

Song Zhi laughed, and said, "I'm talking nonsense," he sat down on the chair again, raised his pen and asked Cen Gui, "Do you still want to learn this name?"

Hearing this, Cen Gui thought for a while and said, "Let's learn, anyway, Lord Hou has seen it, so just learn it and forget it."

Song Zhiwen nodded and said with a smile, "That's right, why not learn your own name."

Let’s talk about Cen Xingzhi’s side, after seeing Song Zhi, he regretted it and felt that he really shouldn’t have seen it.Thinking of his subordinates, who were being handwritten by Song Zhi with a cute face, he felt a little tight in his chest.

In this way, he was not in the mood to wander around anymore, and went back to the bedroom.After returning to the bedroom, Cen Xingzhi frowned slightly when he saw the maid was still waiting at the door.

Walking to the door, the maid greeted Cen Xingzhi, and Cen Xingzhi said, "You don't have to wait here, go down."

Hearing the words, the maid raised her eyes to look at Cen Xingzhi, with some unknown light flickering in her eyes.

Cen Xingzhi said, "Look at what this Marquis is doing!"

"Your maidservant deserves to die," the maidservant immediately lowered her eyes and replied, "Servant maidservant, please step down." After saying that, she bowed and left in a hurry.

Cen Xingzhi snorted, pushed open the door of the bedroom, entered the room, and knocked on the door behind him.The bathing things in the room were all ready, so Cen Xingzhi got into the bathtub, took a bath, and went to bed to lie down, about to fall asleep.

It's just that the more Cen Xingzhi lay down, the more he felt faintly restless and drowsy, so he raised his hand and touched his forehead.

There was this thin layer of sweat on his forehead, Cen Xingzhi frowned, it was not yet midsummer, why was it so hot, he propped himself up, pulled back the curtain of the bed, and opened half of the window beside the bed, attracting The night breeze came in slowly, and Fang felt a little relieved.

It was more stable now, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It's just that there was no peace in this sleep, Cen Xingzhi seemed to be next to the stove, sweating all over his body, tossing Cen Xingzhi so much that he couldn't sleep peacefully.

In a daze, Cen Xingzhi sat up from the bed, thinking that the water in the tub must be cold, so he walked to the tub and sat in the bucket of cold water.

The body is comfortable, but the mind is still dazed. At this moment, there is a faint fragrance blowing. Cen Xingzhi frowned and narrowed his eyes, as if a figure walked in front of him.

Cen Xingzhi asked, "Who is it?"

The man didn't answer, and he couldn't see a man or a woman in the night, he only chuckled twice, then reached out his hand, clasped Cen Xingzhi's jaw, and poured a mouthful of ice cold into Cen Xingzhi's mouth.

Cen Xingzhi choked and said angrily, "Presumptuous! Who are you to be so bold!"

The figure smiled again, then disappeared, and Cen Xingzhi struggled to get out of the tub, trying to chase after him, but there was no sign of anyone.

At this moment, Cen Xingzhi suddenly woke up when he heard a few barking dogs.

But I saw that I was lying on the bed in good condition, there was no figure, the sky was dim outside the window, it was already early morning, and I looked at the teacup next to me, and the water stains had dried up.

Could it be... all a dream?Cen Xingzhi raised his hand and pressed his forehead, how could he have such a dream.

In this way, I recalled last night, the maid's food and drink, and the charming and surprised expression of the maidservant when I let the maidservant leave... Thinking of this, the veins on Cen Xing's forehead began to twitch a little. How dare this Yezhou prefect So bold!

Then he said that when everyone fell asleep, Song Zhi was sitting in the room, and Cen Gui brought clear porridge from outside, put it in front of Song Zhi, and sighed, "Oh, this is all we have for breakfast. We have to hurry."

Hearing this, Song Zhi raised his hand to pick up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of dense white porridge, and said with a smile, "Porridge is also good."

Cen Gui heard that he said, "What's so good about porridge? Originally, the prefect prepared chicken soup and rice for everyone in the morning, but I don't know what happened to the Marquis. He didn't let me eat the chicken soup and rice. He just asked to cook the porridge again. Come drink."

After Song Zhi heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and said, "Oh, since Lord Hou arranged this way, there must be a reason for him, so don't complain."

Hearing this, Cen Gui quickly waved his hands and said, "I'm not complaining, I just find it a little strange."

Song Zhi smiled, took a sip of porridge, and said, "It's probably because Lord Hou didn't sleep well last night, and he's in a bad mood this morning, and he doesn't want to eat greasy food."

Hearing this, Cen Gui shook his head and said, "I don't think so. It must not be as simple as Hou Ye not sleeping well. I just heard someone say that Hou Ye's face was dark all morning, which scared the prefect. .”

"Haha," Song Zhi couldn't help chuckling after hearing this.

Seeing this, Cen Gui was puzzled and asked, "Young Master Song, what are you laughing at?"

Song Zhi shook his head and replied, "It's nothing, it's just that this porridge is so delicious."

Hearing this, Cen Gui scratched his head, even more puzzled.