Stirring up with the old enemy

The wind blowing the curtain at night, Jun Han hesitated for a few breaths in the quiet room, and then looked away with a little awkwardness. "The volume of "Guiguzi" is so densely packed with petty lowercase script that it's hard not to see it."

But except for Jun Han, no one has been able to discover his secret so far.

No one knows that he carries a military strategy in his arms, and no one cares how he got his present wealth and glory.Hao Chun lowered his eyes, and after a while, he pretended to laugh frivolously. "Oh? It seems...you still care about Lord Ben Hou."

"What Master Hou read, the students have also touched a little bit." Jun Han straightened his face this time, lowered his eyes and replied solemnly: "Although today's courses are opened to select scholars, they also choose to study classics, but Guigu's military skills are still in the end. Too bad, Lord Marquis is a high noble, so there is no need to be too obsessed with this way."

"Oh?"

Hao Chun raised his eyebrows.It was only the first time he met this young man named Jun Han, so this man is too lenient!What's more, he has read this book over and over again for more than ten years, and the old servant picked it up from the study in the panic of ransacking his family and exterminating his family.To him, this book is not only a book of military strategy, but also all the memories of the old Hao family.

He couldn't lose the book.Lost, even the roots of his old Hao family were lost.

"Why can't I read this book?" Hao Chun rolled his eyes, raised his hand and flipped the pages of the book, as if deliberately provoking, raised his chin at Junhan and said in a strange way: "Could it be that you are the only one in this world?" This kind of scholar can read books, but a dude like me is not even worthy of reading?"

Jun Hanqi's face turned pale, and he barely suppressed his anger, and said coldly: "Master Hou taught me a lesson! It's the students who talk too much."

Then he brushed off his sleeves and left without looking back.

The indoor candles flickered on and off, and the rain that lasted for half a night finally stopped, but Hao Chun felt even more depressed.He threw the scroll on the bed, didn't take a bath, and fell asleep.

Perhaps it was because the hard bed in the monastery was too hard to bear. Hao Chun tossed and turned like pancakes for an hour, and couldn't fall asleep until the bell for the morning class in the monastery sounded.The sky was getting brighter, and the morning light came in through a thin layer of window paper. The candle flame flickered a few times, and finally went out.

Hao Chun sat up abruptly, threw off the quilt, and paced back and forth in the room.

I don't know which ghost hand covered his eyes, but he really thought about this Jun Han over and over again all night.

No way!If it is really the person he likes, he has to get it no matter what.Even if you don't like it after you get it, it's not too late to throw it away.Even if it has nothing to do with dreams, Jun Han is at least a stunning boy, isn't he?Since he is stunning, don't blame him for doing it.

The corner of Hao Chun's mouth twitched into a cold smile, and he thought gloomily, Jun Han, Jun Han, this is the young master you seduced on your own initiative.

Day two.

All the dandies knew that Hao Chun was interested in that young man named Jun Han, and they were very obedient. Not only did they live in seven or eight rooms across from Hao Chun, but they even pretended to be deaf and blind for a while. In the middle of the night, Hao Chun and Jun Han kept arguing, and those dandies didn't go out to visit.Now when Hao Chun took advantage of the morning light to walk to the Daxiong Palace, there was not even a ghost on the way.

Hao Chun didn't look for Jun Han, thought for a while, pulled up his clothes and walked into the hall.Ji Yang, the noble son of the former aristocratic family, is now a monk in Fulong Temple and is the abbot. There is only a bald monk like Ji Yang left inside and outside the temple. He must be in the temple during morning classes.

Maybe he was the one who rang the three bells just now.

Hao Chun found the hall, but unfortunately the morning class was over.I don't know what kind of method Ji Yang is practicing, but suddenly he finished his homework and disappeared.

Hao Chun angrily continued to grope backwards, and just as he reached the Moon Cave Gate at the entrance of the row of monks' dormitories, he bumped into Jun Han in a moon-white monk's robe.

"Master Hou!" Jun Han lowered his head and cupped his hands at him. "I don't know what the Marquis is doing here?"

"What are you doing?" Hao Chun bared his teeth and stared, and gave a tricky low laugh. "It's early in the morning, are you seducing me?"

Jun Han was stunned for a moment, and the mist from his lacquer-like pupils dissipated again, like the pine smoke curling up from an inkstone, and the ink gradually melted away.

Presumably they didn't understand that Hao Chun was molesting him!

Seeing his stupefied look, Hao Chun coughed twice, cleared his throat, and put on a serious look. "Well, I'm looking for you, my lord."

Jun Han asked calmly, "I don't know why Master Hou is looking for students?"

The voice of the voice immediately became colder by three points.

Hao Chun raised his eyebrows and laughed, leaning over to tease him deliberately. "It doesn't rain today, so what's the fun of staying in this palm-sized wild temple? Why don't you accompany Lord Hou and me to the back mountain for a walk?"

Jun Han frowned, subconsciously took half a step back. "Students are not good at riding horses."

"Stop bluffing me! Gentleman Six Arts, how can you not know how to ride a horse?"

"Really not."

"really?"

"really."

At the end of summer, the sky is bright and bright, and even the green bamboos are extraordinarily colorful after the rain.

Hao Chun is dressed in a purple dress with a jade belt, with a hollowed-out cover covering his forehead in black with cloud patterns, and his brows and eyes are just like the most colorful youth in the late summer sky.He stared at Jun Han for a long time, and after a while, his thick eyebrows raised lightly, with a smile that was not a smile. "You are a bit interesting."

Jun Han also tied his hair back today, his black hair, which was as heavy as pine smoke, was tied high into a ponytail behind his head, he wore a moon-white monk robe, and stepped on double high-toothed wooden clogs barefoot.

The clothes are cold and simple, but the young man is as tall and straight as a green bamboo.

Hao Chun looked at the handsome young man standing alone among the beautiful colors everywhere, rubbed his finger on the black horsewhip, thought for a while, and tested him: "Since you are a scholar, are you really willing to stay in Fulong Temple to be with that bald monk? , don’t you want to go to Chang’an to take an exam for fame?”

Jun Han pursed his thin lips lightly, lowered his eyes, and the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Students from extremely poor families..."

"I recommend it to you!" Hao Chun suddenly took a step forward, holding Jun Han with his hand wrapped around his horsewhip, and his words seemed to have a bit of eager youthful vigor. "If you really want to become an official, I will give you a letter of recommendation!"

A complex light flickered in Jun Han's lacquered eyes for a while, then he lowered his head and said quietly: "Students are contemptuous of talents and learning, and have no ambition to rise to the clouds. I'm afraid...Your love is wrong, Lord Marquis."

Hey, it's a pun.

Hao Chun understands this time, this person looks down on him, let alone his recommendation.

Maybe there is a better way?He understands this kind of subtle refusal.

Hao Chun bared his teeth and laughed, and took half a step back, casually stroking the black horsewhip with black nails.The coolness in his heart crept up to the corners of his eyes, and Jianshui's pupils rippled slightly, and his two small canine teeth were half exposed. "Oh? Master, I don't love you, so don't pretend to be affectionate."

After Hao Chun finished speaking, he snorted through his nostrils, faced Jun Han, took a few steps backwards, and then turned around and walked towards the guest room of the Lianpian Abode.

As he walked, he said loudly: "You said this yourself. If you regret it one day, don't crawl to my feet and beg for mercy!"

Jun Han clenched his fists, raised his head and replied loudly. "Your Majesty is worrying too much! Students are humans, not dogs, and they don't know how to wag their tails."

Tsk tsk, what's the big deal?Hao Chun felt resentful in his heart.Isn't it just beautiful, young master, I'm the Marquis, and my 16th birthday hasn't come yet, so many good times must be tied to you, a stubborn donkey?

Smoke came out of Hao Chunqi's nostrils.

He never looked back, so he couldn't see the back of the young man named Jun Han staring at him for a long time with a complex expression.It wasn't until Hao Chun turned the corner and passed the green shade of the bamboo bushes that the luxurious purple shirt could no longer be seen, did Jun Han slowly enter the monk's dormitory with his eyes down.

"You came?"

In the monk's dormitory, Ji Yang, the only bald monk in Fulong Temple, is waiting for him.The small window is slightly closed, and the fine green tea has just been untied from the hemp rope, and spread out on the table.

"Jun Han" lowered his head and saluted lightly. "What did the mage teach today?"

Ji Yang shook his head, and after a while, he curled his lips and said calmly: "You are getting older, and you are also talented and intelligent. A poor monk can't learn the craft, so he can only look at the ocean and sigh!"

"Jun Han" walked to the window, and sat with Ji Yang at the desk.

Even though he has been a monk for more than ten years, Ji Yang, the abbot of Fulong Temple, still retains the habit of the children of the old Chang'an family, making tea and playing chess after chanting sutras in the morning. "Jun Han" talked with Ji Yang about the temperature and temperature as usual, and then retreated to the window to make tea slowly.

Both of them are used to this kind of day, the mountains and fields are quiet every day, the only new thing recently is the little marquis who led someone into the temple in the rain and forced to stay overnight.There was no incense burning in the monk's room. After half a stick of incense, a pot of tea soup was about to boil under the window. Chen Jingming, a young man named Jun Han, was holding a wooden spoon more than a foot long to add salt to it.

"Why did you lie to him that your surname is Jun?" Ji Yang stared at the tall figure of the young man making tea, couldn't help but shook his head with a slight smile. "You will go to Chang'an City to take the exam in the future. He is the newly conferred Lord Marquis. He is above the court, and you will meet him anyway. But it is not easy to lie to him!"

Chen Jingming didn't raise his head when he heard the sound, he just concentrated on stirring the orange-yellow tea soup evenly, and then sprinkled the seasoning sold by Hu merchants in the Western Regions, and then he replied slowly: "Master's words are wrong, those bastards What is there to make friends with?"

Ji Yang shook his head again. "Although there are rumors that the recommendation system will be changed to the imperial examination system, but in the end Chang'an City is either rich or expensive, and it is always good for you to have multiple connections."

"There's no need to follow his path!" Chen Jingming slowly hid his anger, scooped out a spoonful of the tea soup, looked at the color, then changed to a small spoon, filled a bowl of freshly brewed green tea and handed it over Go to the table under the window.

He usually likes to wear a moon-white monk's robe, which is exuded by a young man. If it weren't for the strong bookish atmosphere exuding from the warm eyebrows and eyes, he would be like a tutu with disheveled hair.

Ji Yang watched for a long time, saw that he filled the second bowl of tea, put the two bowls of tea opposite each other, took out the black and white jade chess pieces from the box, and said: "Why, instead of going for a walk with Lord Hou, you want to go for a walk with the poor Does the monk play chess?"

"Six arts of a gentleman, etiquette, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics. Students naturally have to learn them every day." Chen Jingming straightened his clothes, sat down on his knees by the window, set up a chessboard, and bowed to Ji Yang. "Ask the mage to enlighten me!"

Ji Yang picked up the tea with a smile, looked sideways at the noisy figures outside the window, and suddenly said: "The poor monk is worrying too much. In terms of scheming, that Lord Pingle is far inferior to you. In the future, I'm afraid it will fall into your hands." inside."

Chen Jingming lowered his eyes, remembering the young Lord Pingle who called him a dog, picked up a black chess piece and rubbed it for a moment, then said softly: "Life is so long, students don't have time to mess with this guy."

The author has something to say:

Hao Chun: Didn't you say you can't ride a horse?

Chen Jingming: It depends on the person!Tsundere face.jpg

ps: Jingming's being handsome today is the beginning of his crematorium in the future...

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