[Rebirth] The lord wants a minister to die

In the early morning, the autumn mist is lingering, hitting the laurel, forming a layer of white frost.He Zhan opened the window, and the cold fragrance came to his face. Fuquan put a big cloak on He Zhan, and whispered: "It's cold in the morning."

He Zhan looked down at Fuquan, and said: "Young master is ill, he needs a lot of manpower, the people below are not careful, you go to his room to take care of him for a few days."

Upon hearing this, Fu Quan thought that He Zhan was driving him away, and said in horror, "I don't understand what the third young master means."

He Zhan squeezed the cloak on his shoulders, looked out the window, and said casually: "Look at the young master, if anyone invites him out, report to me immediately."

His eyes were dark, and Fuquan felt that Qiushuang outside was in He Zhan's eyes, and the person in front of him was not at all like the usual He Zhan.He knew what had happened in the house recently, and He Zhan asked him to keep an eye on the young master, which might be related to it.Fuquan nodded heavily, and after receiving He Zhan's order, he went to Donggezi to ask for his order.

He Zhan took a light breath.At the beginning, the whole incident started with Sun Bei's murder case. The so-called hitting a snake and hitting seven inches must start with Sun Bei first.

After the morning fog dissipated, the golden sun melted the autumn frost and condensed into crystal dew.He Zhan was reading a book while holding a scroll in his study room. The sunlight slanted in from the window and fell on the desk in front of him, reflecting some broken shadows.

The pages of the book under his hand were a little damp and exuded a musty smell.When the sun comes in, the smell is even stronger.He Zhan was feeling depressed, so he just called a few servants and asked them to move the books out of the study to dry in the sun.He Zhan also followed suit, going back and forth dozens of times before stopping until he was exhausted both physically and mentally, as if this was the only way to reduce the unhappiness in his heart.

He Zhan moved the Happy Chair to the pavilion, put a book on his face, and lay down to bask in the sun.

He Zhan fell asleep lying down, so that Feng Qi didn't even notice it. When the rain was pattering down, He Zhan was still dreaming of that dream.In the dream, it was the same kind of rain—he was lying in someone's arms covered in bloodstains, his internal organs would hurt as long as he took a breath, his face was pressed tightly against a broad chest, which was bigger than that of spring The sun must be warm, even if the cold autumn rain soaks his robe, He Zhan can still feel the eternal warmth.

- It's so cold.

A little rain was carried by the wind and landed on He Zhan's face, He Zhan shivered suddenly, in front of him was the rain curtain falling along the eaves of the corridor.

not good!his book!

Before He Zhan could call someone over, the boy who helped move the books rushed into the courtyard and quickly moved the books back to the study.He Zhan couldn't care so much, rushed into the rain, and moved back one pile after another.The warmth in the dream gradually faded, replaced by a bone-chilling cold.The rain was getting worse, and the bean-sized raindrops blurred He Zhan's vision and wet his robe.

He put down a stack of books, and was about to run back into the rain again, when suddenly a black shadow rushed out and pushed He Zhan to the corridor of the pavilion, and there were many semi-wet books pushed into He Zhan's arms.Before He Zhan could react, the man ran back with another stack of books. The stack was so high that it was a head higher than the man, so he could only look sideways at the road.The book was really tall and heavy for him, causing him to walk crookedly, almost slipping and falling.

He Zhan saw clearly who was coming through the rain curtain, maybe he didn't even know it himself, a little smile appeared on his lips.He took the book in Ning Jin's arms, but Ning Jin didn't look at him, didn't stop, turned around and ran to carry the book.I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but every time He Zhan wanted to come out to help, Ning Jin would throw the book to He Zhan and push him back.

After going back and forth several times, they rescued all the books.

He Zhan squatted on the ground to tidy up the messy pages of the books, spread them out one by one, and ordered the servants to put the books back where they were not wet.Ning Jin hid behind the door, exposed half of his body and secretly looked at He Zhan. His whole body was already soaked, and he couldn't help shivering when the wind blew over.

He Zhan frowned slightly, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, and copied down the handwriting that was blurred by the rain in time, so as not to be unclear in the future.

Seeing He Zhan's concentration, Ning Jin wanted to go over and tell him not to write, but to change his clothes, and then drink a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold, otherwise he would catch a cold easily.But thinking that third uncle hated him so much and didn't want to see him again, Ning Jin couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Ning Jin turned around and ran out of the yard. The autumn rain was very cold, and the cold air penetrated into his bones, causing pain all over his body, not just his heart.I don't know if it was rain or tears that slid down his cheeks, Ning Jin's shoulders trembled violently, and his footsteps stopped in the corner of the small fence.He squatted at the corner of the wall, with thick sycamore branches protruding from the wall, and the broad leaves blocked a little rain, and heavy and large raindrops fell on him.

Shouldn't be there.Ning Jin thought so, and wiped the water on his face indiscriminately.I'm going to annoy my third uncle again.

After coming to Duke Zhongguo's mansion, he no longer wanted to go back to Prince Qingping's mansion, but now that He Zhan didn't want to see him, where else could he go?The people in the house would never ask him to do rough and heavy work. He didn't know what he could do here. If he lived here for nothing, the third uncle would definitely hate him more and more, and despise him for being spineless.

He should go, must go.He has hands and feet, so he won't starve to death when he goes out. He has gone through many difficult times, and no matter how hard it is, he will not feel difficult.It's just that after he leaves, he may never see He Zhan again.

never see you again...

Ning Jin buried his head deeply in the crook of his arms, and cried out depressedly.

An umbrella was covering the top of his head, and the raindrops falling through the sycamore leaves hit the black gold umbrella with a "slap".Ning Jin raised his tear-stained face in a daze, only to see that the big oil-paper umbrella completely wrapped him up, and He Zhan knelt in front of him.

"Third Uncle..." He looked terrified, and wanted to help He Zhan up, but he didn't dare to touch him.

"Is it cold?" He Zhan held the handle of the umbrella tightly, his knuckles turning white.

--Cold?

——Is this still cold?

He Zhan closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to gently press Ning Jin into his arms, and asked, "So, is it still cold?"

Ning Jin opened his eyes wide, tears rolled out suddenly.He tightly grasped He Zhan's clothes, sobbed a few times, and then turned into continuous whimpering.

He Zhan reached out and touched Ning Jin's head, and said, "Don't get caught in the rain here."

He Zhan pulled Ning Jin up, took his hand and walked towards Nangezi.Ning Jin dared not ask He Zhan if he had forgiven him, for fear of saying the wrong thing again and making He Zhan unhappy.The oil-paper umbrella leaned towards Ning Jin, and the rain soaked half of He Zhan's shoulders.

The coldness from Ning Jin's fingers came from the palm of his hand, and He Zhan's legs were still a little soft.

Accidentally played too much and made the protagonist cry.How should this be done?

When the two returned to Nangezi, their clothes were soaked through.Seeing this, Xiao Taohong hurriedly ordered people to buy things for the bath, and then went to the kitchen to boil ginger soup by herself.

The hot steam filled the whole room, Ning Jin sat in the barrel, a little at a loss.He was surrounded by warm water, and his froze body gradually returned to temperature.He Zhan was only separated from him by a screen, and he could even hear the clear sound of water splashing on the opposite side, like spring water swaying, splashing softly.

He Zhan sighed in relief, and said: "In a few days, there will be a flower fair in Beicheng. This season should be Jinyinghui. In winter, there will be a gentleman's fair. Do you want to go and see it?" Jinying pointed So it was Qiu Ju, who just found an excuse to hold a meeting.The Gentlemen’s Club in winter is even more lively. The pillars of the Gentlemen’s Club are the Three Friends of Suihan, which will be held together with the Shangyuan Festival, and literati and poets from all over the world will gather here.

No matter what He Zhan said, Ning Jin nodded.Ning Jin nodded and realized that He Zhan didn't seem to be able to see him, so he replied politely, "Okay."

When He Zhan came out of the barrel, the water was splashing.He took off the clear robe that hung on the screen, and Ning Jin could vaguely see his tall and straight figure through the screen.He Zhan looks very thin on the outside, but the body under the robe is not thin at all, his fair skin is stained with water droplets, the muscles and back lines are toned, the shoulders are very broad, and there is a pale pink scar on the shoulders .

He Zhan put on the Qing robe loosely, put his hands on the screen, turned to look at Ning Jin from one side, with a smile on his face, and asked, "Have you finished washing?"

For some reason, Ning Jin always felt that He Zhan's eyes were a little teasing.He dived quietly, only his head was exposed on the surface of the water, his face was slightly reddish from the steam.Ning Jin looked at He Zhan's half-exposed chest, and he could vaguely see a timid voice saying, "Okay...Okay."

He Zhan said, "Okay, I'll wait for you at Nangezi."

It was originally an ordinary sentence, but for some reason, Ning Jin felt his blood surge, his face flushed, he nodded indiscriminately, and he didn't dare to look at He Zhan again.

He Zhan put on his robe and went out. The rain had not stopped, but it was much quieter.He stretched out his hand to catch the water droplets falling from the eaves of the corridor, pondered for a long time, and then walked back slowly.The incense for calming the nerves was burning in the South Pavilion. He Zhan had just finished bathing, and his whole body was dry and light. He was lying on the soft bed, listening to the sound of the dripping rain outside, not to mention how comfortable he was.

Just some pain in the shoulder.The knife in Qingfeng Mountain was almost healed. After the scab came off, new pale pink flesh appeared on the wound. Although it was not painful, it was itchy and unpleasant.He Zhan got up to take the ointment, unbuttoned his clothes, and prepared to apply some more medicine.

The door was pushed open carefully, and Ning Jin stepped in. Just as he was about to step over the screen, he saw He Zhan's naked upper body, and his steps froze.Seeing that it was him, He Zhan raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, you're here?"

Ning Jin gave a soft thank you, at a loss, as if he didn't know where to put it, and asked He Zhan after a long time: "Well, can I help you?" He looked at the ointment in He Zhan's hand.

He Zhan was tired of twisting his neck to look at it. If the lord wants to help, he can't refuse, right?He Zhan nodded.

As if he had received an amnesty, Ning Jin jumped onto the bed excitedly, took the ointment, and gently applied it to the scar on He Zhan's shoulder.When applying medicine to He Zhan in the past, his wound was too hideous and terrifying. Ning Jin focused all his attention on the wound. Now that the wound has healed, Ning Jin realized that the curve of He Zhan's shoulder is round and soft , with snow-white skin, probably the children of rich and noble families are like this.

Ning Jin felt that He Zhan's shoulders were as beautiful as the pearls he had seen in Prince Qingping's mansion, making people want to take a bite just looking at them.The faint scent of the medicine diffused, and He Zhan smiled and moved his shoulders, saying, "Itchy."

Ning Jin lightened his hand, only to feel that the long scar was not so hideous and terrifying, just like the petals of Manjusri fell on it, just gently brush it away.Looking at it, he opened his mouth and bit He Zhan's shoulder as if in a daze.

He Zhan flinched in shock, then turned to look at Ning Jin in surprise.Ning Jin was also stunned, and he said something somehow, and it was too late when he realized it.He Zhan said blankly, "Why are you biting me?"

Ning Jin was at a loss for what to do, blushing with anxiety, but he couldn't find a suitable reason.Seeing that his face was flushed from holding back, He Zhan was also very puzzled, and suddenly smelled the scent of medicine in the air, and then suddenly realized: "Didn't you smell the smell of honeysuckle and think it's edible?"

Ning Jin didn't know what honeysuckle was, so he nodded hurriedly.He Zhan said with a smile: "This medicine is for external use, so you can't take it."

Ning Jin lowered his head deeply and replied:

"Well... I'll try it..."

The author has something to say: I touched a second tube and asked He Zhan: "If he bites you, can you talk about 'eating'?"

He Zhan gave a blow, and replied calmly: "You have to let the master step down, and your life will be long."

Ning Jin pushed the card and said, "Hu. I accept Aiqing's Dongfeng."

fall!Listen to Dongfeng?What kind of play!ah! !I hate playing cards with couples the most!Dog abuse hurts money!