A bucket of Jiangshan [Rebirth]

Du Mingqian really wanted to slap himself in the face, he really wanted to pick up which pot he couldn't open.He was wary of Yan Shulou, warmed his heart into his hands, and in a blink of an eye he put it in his room and kept it tightly packed without even looking at it. Now that Yan Shulou asked him this question, he really didn't know how to answer, saying It’s not right to say it’s easy to use.

Facing Yan Shulou's expectant eyes, Du Mingqian was too humble to look directly.

The other party didn't respond for a long time, and Yan Shulou thought that Du Mingqian didn't know what it was, so he explained: "Warm heart was given to you by the matchmaker when I hired you. Didn't you receive it? Could it be that the damn matchmaker was greedy?" Already?!"

"No, I got it."

"That's good," Yan Shulou grinned, forgetting the unhappiness just now, "I specially found the warm heart for you. Those who take it can relieve the chills." Then, he said incessantly How difficult and hard it is to find yourself.

"I found it specially for me?" Du Mingqian was unmoved, his eyebrows raised with interest, and he stared at Yan Shulou with deep meaning, "My lord, you and I had only known each other for a few days, why did you find this place for me?" thing?"

Yan Shulou's smile froze, and he felt bad, and secretly thanked that he didn't give Du Mingqian his warm heart in front of Zuifenglou: "Well... After drinking with you in the restaurant, I had a good impression of you, so I asked I learned about your business and learned that you are afraid of the cold, so I asked someone to find this thing and give it to you. In a word! This king has gone through a lot of hardships to find this thing for you, and you must not disappoint this king's painstaking efforts!"

Du Mingqian's inner doubts became more and more serious. Although Yan Shulou covered the problem in a few words, he had already met Nuan Xin when he was in Zuifenglou. Yan Shulou began to have a good impression of him, and even asked about his physical condition. The only explanation that could convince him was that Yan Shulou had also been resurrected.But he didn't have enough evidence, and he couldn't rule out that Yan Shulou might have seen him in front of Zuifenglou.It would be safe to test Yan Shulou more.

Du Mingqian smiled back: "It turns out that this is the effect of warming the heart. I didn't know it before, so I put it away. It's still early in winter, so don't rush to use it."

Yan Shulou nodded, turned his footsteps, and walked in the direction of leaving the palace.After walking a few steps, the emperor's close servant Yu Gonggong chased after him.

"Hey, His Royal Highness King Yan, you made this old servant easy to find!" Eunuch Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed to Yan Shulou.

"Eunuch Yu, what's the matter?"

Eunuch Yu looked around, and lowered his voice carefully: "There is an order from the Holy One, His Highness the Sixteenth Highness is young, and he was frightened today, and it may be difficult to copy the book, so I ask you to delay returning home and accompany His Highness Sixteenth at Qiyang Palace. Comfort, comfort."

The emperor clearly regretted assigning so many copying tasks to Yan Zhaoqi, but he couldn't bear to regret it, so he could only ask Yan Shulou to stay and help Yan Zhaoqi copy books.A half-smile appeared on Yan Shulou's face, and he took Du Mingqian by the hand and rushed to Qiyang Palace.

Du Mingqian was almost dragged into Qiyang Palace by Yan Shulou. When Yan Shulou let go of his hand, there was already a circle of red marks on his hand. Really... This man is always so reckless.

"Show it, show it!"

As soon as the voice fell, Yan Zhaoqi rushed out dragging his little doll. When he saw someone, he even threw away the doll and threw himself on Yan Shulou: "Brother, brother, copying books hurts my hands so much!" Wow."

"It's normal for the copying hand to hurt, what's the trouble! Show me, where does it hurt?" He scolded him before, but changed his tone after a while, Yan Shulou took Yan Zhaoqi's hand and shouted to him, "Okay, okay, After a while, take some cooling medicine and the pain will go away, so should you, I told you to feed, oh well, if you still feed, don't look at it."

Yan Zhaoqi sniffed tearfully, and cast a look at Du Mingqian asking for help. His eyes were shining, so innocent that Du Mingqian couldn't refuse.

"Zhaoqi is still young, so how do you know these things. Don't blame him, my lord. After writing for so long, he is also tired. Go and coax him to take a nap."

Yan Zhaoqi secretly made a face at Du Mingqian, pulled Yan Shulou and yawned coquettishly: "Brother, I'm sleepy, come and put me to sleep."

"When will you be sleepy here, don't sleep, keep copying."

"Brother Huang..." Yan Zhaoqi pursed his mouth and shook Yan Shulou's arm, "Brother Huang, my hand hurts so much, are you willing to break my hand?"

Yan Shulou has always loved this younger brother, and has always been unable to refuse. In desperation, he could only take him into the inner room, remove his shoes and socks, and put him on the bed: "It's done, you go to sleep, I still have to sleep." Help you copy the book."

Yan Zhaoqi looked out through the hollowed-out screen, and saw Du Mingqian sitting down with his robe lifted, facing the unfinished paper, dipping in ink and writing lightly.He bared his teeth for joy, and didn't let go of Yan Shulou's arm: "Don't sleep, don't sleep, brother, I can't sleep, tell me a story."

"I do not speak."

"Just talk about it casually, just tell the story of how you met the emperor's wife, hee hee."

"Nonsense! You can also intervene in your lord's affairs," a hammer was struck, and a blush could not be suppressed on Yan Shulou's face. Du Mingqian, who was leaning away from him, was slanted outwards, with a slender figure, as if a gust of wind had passed by. Can Du Mingqian take it away.

Distant memories flashed before his eyes. In the past, Du Mingqian always liked to paint and paint quietly in his room. Nothing could disturb him. He seemed to be an unmoving painting, which could only be viewed from a distance but not defiled. Playing, whenever I was in a bad mood at that time, I would always walk outside his room involuntarily, watching him read and write carefully, watching his calm appearance, and my restless heart unconsciously felt tranquility.

"Then... let me tell you a story about a heartbroken man."

This story is very long, it was compiled by combining Yan Shulou's previous life experiences and regrets, but it's a pity that he didn't have the talent to tell stories, and he couldn't speak more than a dozen sentences, so Yan Zhaoqi fell asleep bored listening to it, while he Still looking at the carved top of the bed, talking about this story endlessly.

His voice was very soft, but it seemed to penetrate Du Mingqian's ears with a penetrating magic power.Du Mingqian's copying hand froze in the air, unable to write for a long time, a drop of ink fell heavily on the paper along the tip of the pen, blurring a deep black.When the story ended with a long sigh, he found that the nib of the pen was dry and the paper was stained.

He looked at Yan Shulou not far away through a screen, and suddenly realized that Yan Shulou's expression at the moment was so unusual, leaving behind the usual mania, only tenderness and tenderness remained——Yan Shulou's smile faintly Spreading at the corner of his lips, he gently covered Yan Zhaoqi with a quilt, hugged his body into the bed, and treated him carefully.

Du Mingqian's heart, which had been silent for a long time, started beating suddenly, as if a drum was beating repeatedly in his chest, and he would not stop until his heart beat out.

"You can actually imitate other people's handwriting?" The shocked voice was close at hand, startling Du Mingqian in a daze. It turned out that Yan Shulou had arrived.

Although the paper Du Mingqian wrote was dirty, his imitation of Yan Zhaoqi's handwriting can still be seen vaguely, the handwriting is actually very similar to Yan Zhaoqi's, no matter the charm or habit, there is no difference at all.

"It's nothing. In the past, when I had nothing to do at home, I used other people's handwriting to practice. If you practice too much, you will be able to master it. It's getting late for the prince. I saw that the Sixteenth Highness copied it once, and there are still nineteen times left. You and I Let's share the copying together, so as to save energy." After speaking, Du Mingqian buried his head and continued copying.

Seeing that he had no intention of making conversation, Yan Shulou felt bored, so he turned around and took a book and copied it.It is normal for Yan Zhaoqi to play around from time to time, and it is normal for him to be punished for copying books, so that he has accumulated the ability to imitate Yan Zhaoqi's handwriting over time, but he can do this because of accumulation. Du Mingqian has seen Yan Zhaoqi's handwriting But people who can do this, it can be seen that their ability is not bad.Du Mingqian has such an amazing ability to hide how deep it is.

Time passed by, no one spoke in the quiet moment, so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard, Yan Shulou wrote very restlessly, sometimes raised his head to look at the sleeping Yan Zhaoqi, sometimes secretly looked at Du Mingqian, nearly a In the afternoon, he copied it six times, and Du Mingqian took over the rest.

"My lord, what are you looking at, is there a flower growing on my face?"

Yan Shulou immediately stiffened his body, and glared at the smiling Du Mingqian: "This king thinks his own princess is not enough?!"

"It's not impossible," Du Mingqian gently rested his hand holding the pen on his forehead, his smile remained undiminished, but the provocation was clearly evident, "It's just that the prince can look at it openly, there is no need to be so sneaky, and the minister is not something to be shady. "

The petty peeking was caught right away, Yan Shulou's face blushed instantly, and he pushed Du Mingqian's face away with a slap, and continued to write, but his hand froze involuntarily, and couldn't write any more .He couldn't help but shift his gaze to Du Mingqian's body. The sun leaned on him, clearly engraving Du Mingqian's appearance, and his peaceful and stable temperament was gradually revealed in the slightly swaying shadow.He writes very slowly, stroke by stroke carefully, as if he is writing a portrait of his sweetheart, which needs to be treated carefully and seriously.For a moment, Yan Shulou really wanted to become the piece of paper he wrote, to feel his tenderness.

The red light at sunset added a rosy glow to his sickly face, dripping with ink, making his slender hands whiter, Yan Shulou looked at him through the air that was close at hand, maybe he could take a step closer, get closer The distance between the two.

So, by accident, he sent his lips towards that face...