Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

Hua Jingzhao went to the West Temple Building, only Su Qingchi and Agui were left in the courtyard.

Su Qingchi was happy and quiet, even though it was like this, after two days of boredom in the room, he couldn't stay any longer, so he put on his clothes and got up.

The ice-cracked bluestone slabs in the courtyard are clean. It has rained intermittently in the past two days, making the weather even colder. Agui is wearing coarse clothes and sweeping fallen leaves into piles. Lao Gao is a rough guy after all.

Putting the folding screen away, Su Qingchi gathered his clothes and went out.

His throat was itchy, and he couldn't help coughing a few times. His breath was much hotter than usual, after all, the heat on his body hadn't subsided.It was about a few days since I didn't get out of bed and walked around. After only a few steps, I felt that my feet were floating, and the things in front of me were erratic.

Hearing a slight sound behind him, Agui turned around, saw that it was Su Qingchi, immediately put down the broom in his hand, and said in a rough voice, "Boss Su, Boss Hua told me that you can't get out of bed yet."

Su Qingchi suppressed two muffled coughs, and waved his hands, "It's just a breath of fresh air, cough cough."

Agui was also very thoughtful, so he hurried to move a rosewood couch for Concubine Yang, thanks to his strength, he even brought out the mattress and pillows on it, and then brought a small round table, which was more beautiful than the incense. After a few days, he brought hot tea and snacks and set them up, then went to the kitchen to light the stove, boiled hot water for preparation, and when everything was settled, he did not catch his breath.

Su Qingchi looked at it, envious in his heart.

Su Qingchi was tired from lying down in the room, so he didn't want to lie down again, so he just put on a thick black fox fur robe, and walked around in the yard at will. Seeing that he was fine, Agui turned around and continued to do rough work .

Agui's side carried water to sweep the courtyard steps, while Su Qingchi bent over to sprinkle flowers and plants on the other side.

He only moved a little, sweat was already breaking out on his forehead, and he felt dizzy when he got up, and he stroked his chest for a while before he could stand up.

Sensing that there was someone beside him, not like Ah Gui, Su Qingchi thought it was Hua Jingzhao who had returned, turned around with a weak body and smiled, "Why didn't you make a sound when you came back..."

His throat tightened, and he couldn't speak anymore.

The masculine breath blowing towards the face is familiar to the bone, and under the frivolous coolness is the scorching hot body temperature.

Sensing that the other person's body was trembling uncontrollably, Su Qingchi stretched out his hand gently, wrapped his arms around the other person's body, and smiled softly, "Why are you here all of a sudden? There is no food."

Shang Chengde tightly hugged the body in his arms, trembling voice, "Qingchi..."

Su Qingchi was happy in his heart, and wanted to say something more, but he coughed in a hurry. He raised his head to meet Shang Chengde's eager eyes, and only shook his head, "It's okay, cough cough..."

With a light body, Shang Chengde has picked him up by the waist, and quickly walked into the inner room.

The rough man on the side was tongue-tied.

The harmonious warm room is quiet, and the copper smoker emits an elegant and imperceptible aroma, which is lingering with the light herbal fragrance in the room.

Su Qingchi leaned against the head of the bed, with pillows on his back, his body was covered with a plush blanket, and the black fox robe on his shoulders tightly wrapped his body exposed outside the blanket, preventing him from feeling the slightest bit of cold air.

Su Qingchi clutched his chest and swallowed back the muffled cough that had slipped into his throat. His gaze was soft and infatuated, looking at the man beside the bed who was holding a palm leaf fan and decocting medicine for him.

I haven't seen him for more than half a month, but Shang Chengde has lost a lot of weight. He is lingering on the sick bed, so he is weaker, but the haggard look on the man's face is no less than his own.

The concoction on the stove was bubbling with small bubbles, Shang Chengde closed the gas vent on the bottom of the stove, and smoked and fried on low heat.

"Chengde..." Su Qingchi coughed twice, and handed him his hand.

Shang Chengde sat over and held his hand, bowed his head and did not speak.

Su Qingchi smiled, and raised his hand to wipe off the wetness on his face, "Really, why are you crying, could it be that Lu Qing snatched the candy?"

"Nonsense, when did I cry?" Shang Chengde wanted to force a smile, but found that it was impossible.

"Then what is this?" Su Qingchi handed the tears on his index finger to his eyes, raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile on his lips.

Licking away the translucent liquid with the tip of his tongue, Shang Chengde kissed the man's fingertips lightly, with a sad expression on his face, "Qingchi, did you blame me?"

"What's your fault?"

Su Qingchi's fingers moved slightly, his slender eyelashes fluttered and fell down, blocking the pair of autumn eyes, his originally rosy cheeks became more and more flushed, like two spots of rouge ink dyed on the white snow, lightly It melts away shallowly, which is heart-pounding.

"I……"

"Hush..." Su Qingchi blocked his lips with slender fingers as thin as onion segments, "I don't want to hear it, you just answer my question, do you miss me these days?"

Shang Chengde held his hand tightly, "Thinking about it, I'm going crazy, thinking about it makes me want to kill people and set fire to them."

Su Qingchi snorted, "What do you do with murder and arson?"

"In this way, no one can stop us from being together. I want to watch you every day, hold you every night, and pour the pool. I'm really going crazy."

The fiery lips and tongue are stirring in the lip cavity, looking for the long-lost passion, the fragrance of body fluid and concoction is intertwined between the lips and tongue, entangled to death, and the lingering charm floats in the room.

The chins were pressed tightly together, the tip of the tongue intertwined like vines, sucking and licking in confusion.

Depressed groans, rough panting, lingering for a long time.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The hasty cough made Shang Chengde withdraw his tongue in a hurry, licked the silver thread from Su Qingchi's lips, and pecked at the corner of his lips twice, "I was too anxious, and forgot that you were sick."

"Cough, it's okay, it's just that you probed too...deep."

The faces of both of them were hot, Su Qingchi was sick, but now his face was even more bright red, Shang Chengde turned his eyes away, "Well, it was me... who was negligent, next time... I must pay attention."

Su Qingchi smiled lightly, and the two pressed their foreheads together, lightly pecking and kissing each other's lips, exchanging each other's chaotic breath, enjoying the aftertaste just now.

Ah Gui just went in to deliver the medicine, when he saw the two hugging and kissing, he was so startled that he couldn't speak, he hurriedly left the room and closed the door for the two of them.

When Hua Jingzhao came back, Agui was standing stupidly in the corridor with the medicine in his hand, and he couldn't show any expression on his bearded face.

"Why are you standing here?"

Hua Jingzhao was about to push the door, when Agui called to stop him, "Boss Hua!"

"Huh?" Hua Jingzhao turned around and asked him with his eyes, "What's the matter?"

Hua Jingzhao saw the rough man squeaking like this, looked at the door again, and immediately understood, nodded and said, "I see, you drive the donkey cart to the West Temple Building and go back, it's none of your business here gone."

"Hey." Agui glanced at the door again before leaving.

He turned around and did not take two steps, then turned back, "Boss Hua, that rogue is wandering around outside the door again today, hiding when he sees me, he is not a good thing if he looks like a mouse."

"I see, you go down first."

When Shang Chengde came out to prepare meals, Hua Jingzhao had already prepared everything, and the three of them had dinner in Su Qingchi's room.

A few light stir-fries, a bowl of tofu soup with bamboo shoots and slices, the soup is light in color, all the rich ingredients are stewed into the soup base, and a little egg drop is poured in, without any oily stars.

Su Qingchi ate a bowl of rice, and drank half a bowl of soup after the meal. His appetite was rare. Hua Jingzhao didn't say anything, but he knew who was responsible for it, so he couldn't help but glance at that person.

Shang Chengde filled some soup for Su Qingchi again, "Drink some more?"

Su Qingchi looked at him, finally smiled helplessly, followed him, and drank some more.

After the meal, Hua Jingzhao put away the bowls and chopsticks, and Shang Chengde wanted to help, but Hua Jingzhao pushed him out, "Go to the kitchen and see how the pears are stewed with rock sugar, I'll trouble you to feed him later, if I Hey, he's going to push back and forth, maybe he offended him because of it, and he'll give me a good face."

Su Qingchi couldn't help laughing, "When will I show you face, don't make false accusations."

"This time I'm on Boss Hua's side." Shang Chengde also laughed.

"Good brother, hahaha..."

Seeing that Su Qingchi's complexion had improved, the two of them co-operated to tease him a few words.

After the meal, Shang Chengde fed Su Qingchi some pear stewed rock sugar, and seeing that Su Qingchi's eyebrows were stained with sleepiness, he tidied up the bed for him.

Hua Jingzhao naturally knew that Shang Chengde was staying overnight, so he didn't enter Su Qingchi's room after dinner.

Su Qingchi had an exquisite mind, so he couldn't understand it. While Shang Chengde was going to the kitchen to prepare hot water, Su Qingchi got up in his clothes and sent the bedding in the cabinet to Hua Jingzhao's room, "It's cold at night, it's freezing carefully. "

The two were unconvinced.

When Su Qingchi returned to the room, not long after, Shang Chengde brought hot water, Shang Chengde turned his back, Su Qingchi also turned his back to him, twisted the handkerchief and wiped his body.

Although the relationship between the two was close, it still didn't touch the bottom line. Shang Chengde did not want to treat him lightly because he cherished him. He only stayed with him like a husband and wife when he allowed the life he wanted in the future.

Su Qingchi's temperament is cold, and he will only indulge his desires unless he has really reached that point, otherwise, he will just let nature take its course.

Late at night, the dew is heavy, and the cool moonlight shines through the water-colored window screens, casting a layer of silver light on the ground.

The silk bed curtain of water orchid hangs quietly beside the bed of the moon hole cover, and there are two pairs of satin cloth shoes on the ground, one pair of indigo and the other pair of water green.

"Why don't you ask me when I'm going back?" Shang Chengde rested his right arm on his pillow, and played with Su Qingchi's fingers with his left hand.

"Why do you ask?" A faint smile floated on Su Qingchi's lips, "I only know that here and now, you are lying beside me."

Shang Chengde sighed, and held him in his arms, "What virtue and ability do I have in this life."

The two of them didn't talk much, they just enjoyed the tranquility of this moment without being disturbed.Shang Chengde's lips kissed Su Qingchi's face, from the forehead to the tip of the nose, and finally disappeared into the lingering lips.

If it was an ordinary day, Su Qingchi would definitely be reluctant to fall asleep, but he has not yet recovered from his illness, and he was forced to fall asleep by bouts of exhaustion.

There was still residual heat on Su Qingchi's body, and he sweated for a while at night, and his clothes were wet. Shang Chengde didn't dare to disturb him, and only wrapped him with the quilt and his body until the other party's frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed.

Su Qingchi coughed for a while at night, and sometimes his body convulsed in order to swallow the cough. Shang Chengde was so distressed that he stroked his back all night.

Seeing the pained look on Su Qingchi's face, Shang Chengde was worried again and again.

"Qingchi, give me another month." Kissing the tip of Su Qingchi's sweaty nose, Shang Chengde promised, "Just one month."

In the second half of the night, Su Qingchi slept more peacefully, except for a few short coughs occasionally.

In the early morning of the next day, the side of the couch was already empty, with only a lingering warmth and a familiar atmosphere.