Gluttonous canteen

"Oh, the welfare of your unit is good."

Zhang Tao followed Li Chuo's buttocks into the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The small house was very well-designed. Although no one lived in it for a hundred years, it was cleaned by staff on time every day, making it spotless.

"It's okay. In the previous dynasty, there was a late emperor who didn't like to live in the Qianqing Palace. In the next few dynasties, he also moved here to live in it. It's much smaller than the original one."

"Zhongzheng Renhe?" Zhang Tao turned around and looked at the plaque in the main room, and finally did not read the white characters.

"What do you mean? Chiang Kai-shek's kidney deficiency?"

"→_→" Although Li Chuo didn't fully get his stalk, he knew intuitively that what this guy said was not good.

"Ahaha, where's the bed?" Zhang Tao made a fool of himself, and planned to seek benefits for his lower body first.

Li Chuo led Zhang Tao through the main room and into the warm pavilion. There were no earth dragons and braziers here, and the house was cold in the severe winter.

"Why isn't there even a spark?" Li Chuo frowned, and reached out to touch the cold kang. It seemed that he couldn't sleep tonight.

"Eh..." Zhang Tao sat down on the kang of the male god, and felt a cold air rushing up from the tip of his tail, which forced him off the kang.

"It's so cold!" After all, this place is considered a cultural relic now, and the chamber pot from the Tang Dynasty has to be used as a confession even now, right?Who can make you piss?

"Hey, where is the boiler room where you used to be?"

"...?"

"Oh, that's where the fire is."

"That, in..." Li Chuo pointed him in a general direction. In fact, his master is not very clear about the specifics. The Forbidden City was the center of power in the old society, but to put it bluntly, it is also the largest private city in the world. In the courtyard, it is impossible for Li Chuo to know the furnishings of various rooms in his home like an ordinary house owner.

Zhang Tao came out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, humming and searching all the way along the traces of bird droppings, and finally found the legendary boiler room. It has been abandoned for a long time, but the dust inside is still clean, and it should be built. Rinse off the sprinkles afterward.

Zhang Tao looked up at the big hairy moon, breathed out twice, stood with a pair of long legs in a lunge, his neck was pushed back a few times, and the sound that escaped from his throat was like the low growl of a wild beast before hunting. , his cheeks bulged, he thrust forward suddenly, and spit out a big fireball as tall as a person!It's like the fire-breathing master who performed at the temple fair in the past, except that this fireball is bigger and rounder.

The big fireball rolled along the corridor and rolled into the entrance of the earth dragon. Zhang Tao's throat was still emitting black smoke, his eyes were as calm as water, and his eyes were so gentle, only the pupils were constantly dissipating like gold He panted quickly, like a male beast courting a mate. In the thick canopy of a big tree not far away, a group of night crows flew up rustled by his strong panting. Black feathers block out the sun.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south. It circles the tree three times, and there is no branch to rely on.

……

"I'm gaining weight!"

Zhang Tao opened the curtain and walked into the warm pavilion, and found that Li Chuo had already been entrenched on the kang, rolling comfortably on a pillow that was as high as one person.

"Hey, are you comfortable?"

"You still light a fire?"

"That's right, before my brother came out of the cabinet, he was famous far and wide. He used scissors on the kang and a shovel on the kang. He respected his parents-in-law and loved his brothers and sisters..."

"All right, all right, if you were born in our time, you would definitely be the number one matchmaker in Forty-Nine City."

"No mistake, my dad said that no matter what era or position a real talent is placed in, there will always be a day when he will stand out."

"Your father?" Li Chuo became a little interested. He had never heard Zhang Tao mention this person before, and he didn't know what kind of super energy education department Zhang Tao was.

"Oh, godfather, Ma Yun's father, you will know in the future." Zhang Tao said without blushing and panting.

"Okay, you come up too, it's so cold."

"Hey." Zhang Tao felt that Li Chuo was a good person, apart from being a domineering president and a straight man.

"Wow, it's so warm in the bed. Is this your bedding? It smells so good." Zhang Tao couldn't help rolling around in it after getting under the bed, like a big cat that got into the shit-shoveling officer's bed in winter.

"No, didn't all my bedding be torn apart by you?"

Li Chuo glanced at him with some complaints. The quilts outside his clothes were all priceless treasures. The guy is ruined to nothing.

"Well, what you said makes sense. It's impossible for things from that era to be put on display. It's probably new. It's okay and should be clean."

The two writhed in the bed for a while, consciously or unconsciously hugged into a ball.

"Look inside."

Li Chuo pointed to the curtain above the bed, which was embroidered with patterns of dragons.

"One dragon's beard is different from the others. The bottom one has a drooping beard. The master who went to the study said that that dragon belongs to the previous dynasty and will be suppressed by this dynasty."

Li Chuo's eyes are distant and clear, staring at the monotonous picture that he has been staring at countless nights hundreds of years ago.

He must be very lonely, taking orders in the face of danger, mastering the country's doubts, and carrying the rise and fall of an empire on his immature shoulders.Foreign relatives, internal servants, the former court, and the harem have consumed this child's efforts. Linglong's heart and soul are consumed by heavy state affairs that should not be done at his age, and his efforts are gradually exhausted.

Looking at him, Zhang Tao suddenly felt that this man was more courageous and responsible than himself.

"Ah, god, you are so handsome." He rushed forward and hugged Li Chuo's warm body again.

"Snake spirit disease." Li Chuo has already learned a few fashionable new words, what mother is mentally retarded, the stupid son of the landlord's family, why don't you go to heaven?Not to mention, it is basically suitable for Zhang Tao.

Although he scolded him, Li Chuo didn't push Zhang Tao away. Their heads were touching, and their eyes were entangled in the lonely dragon.

"Before my father passed away, he took my hand and said, 'If you have something on your mind, tell your father. After a while, you can't do it anymore. You can't talk about the emperor's mind.'" Li Chuo's hair was entangled in Zhang Tao's body. It's hard to give up when you come to the paper.

Ever since he arrived at the Er Huan shop, Zhang Tao has always wanted to give him a haircut, but Li Chuo refused to say anything. His parents, who are physically and skinny, cut off his hair and tattoos. It is disrespectful. What would the neighbors think of him, like Hoshino going around bending men, women and children, what a sin.

Zhang Tao stretched out his hand to play with Li Chuo's hair, thinking about what he just said.

"By the way, male god, I haven't asked how old you are yet?" Zhang Tao said secretly. Judging from Li Chuo's words just now and his death before marriage, he might have offended him unconsciously. criminal law.

"Oh, I'm not that old yet."

Li Chuo tilted his head and thought for a while: "880 is eight years old."

"..."

Zhang Tao suddenly remembered that on the way they left the imperial mausoleum, Li Chuo asked him to explain the current AD calendar in detail. This guy is very interested in the calendar, and this is the rhythm of his own addition.

"Um, I mean, how old were you... when you passed away?"

"Oh, eighteen."

"Huh..." Zhang Tao's heart that was raised in his throat finally fell into his first stomach pouch again.

It's scary, if the little guy is seventeen this year, I will have to hang around in the bureau for a few years.

"By the way, why are you not married yet?"

"It's ready." Li Chuo said with some confusion.

"The auspicious time for a big wedding in this dynasty is different from yours now. At ten minutes on the third day of the lunar new year, Empress Sheng Fengyu departs from under the eaves of the main hall of the mansion. At the second quarter of the first day, she arrives at East Chang'an Street. On the second quarter of Yinchu, five minutes to the gate of Qianqing, and on the third quarter of Yinzheng, five minutes to the eaves of Qianqing Palace, the empress descended."

Li Chuo knew the rules and regulations by heart, and Zhang Tao once again lamented how difficult it was for a president to do everything by himself in the era when there were no secretaries.

"At the same moment that girl surrendered, I died. Later, I checked the information with your computer. This matter is considered very ominous in this dynasty. Therefore, the girl was convicted together with her family, demoted to common people, and later died in depression, because she didn't have any title and was not buried with me."

Is Li Chuo a concubine?

Zhang Tao stared at him with wide eyes. He has lived 5000 years and [-] miles. It is the first time in his life that he has seen a male concubine. Alas, is it true that he is basically arranged by heaven?

Throughout the ages, there have always been some eminent, virtuous and virtuous women who died unmarried, and most of them died in the boudoir where they waited for word on the night of marriage. These women are the relatives arranged by the gods for all kinds of gods, and they are called Tianfei. Li Chuo is also one of them. one of the .

God, what do you mean by arranging a man for me?Does your family know you are Dior?Why don't you go to heaven?Oh, it's heaven for you.Ten thousand Teddy rushed past Zhang Tao's heart.