I love the harem with my sweet mouth

The sun outside is poisonous.

Princess Chaoyun walked into the Hall of Mental Cultivation with a round fan, and a coolness rushed over her face, which made her originally hot heart a little relieved, and she entered the room muttering.

"It's a hot day, what did Brother Huang ask me to do?"

Zhou Yanzong pretended not to see the displeasure on her face, and asked straight to the point: "I ask you what's going on in July?"

Princess Chaoyun's eyes widened, and she took a sip of the iced drink brought by Wang Shou.

"Brother Huang, do you have a fever? Is there anything more important than your birthday in July?"

Zhou Yanzong pursed his thin lips tightly, and frowned.

"Except for Gu's birthday?"

Princess Chaoyun didn't know why, she tilted her head and looked at him, as if looking at a stranger.

"Brother Huang, what are you asking this for?"

She rolled her round eyeballs, and wrapped her arms around her chest like a little adult, with a profound appearance that had already seen through Zhou Yanzong.

"If Brother Huang doesn't tell the truth, I won't tell you."

Zhou Yanzong touched the tip of his nose, then licked his lips.

"Qing Yang said that he would go out of the palace to go shopping in a few days, Gu asked, but he didn't say anything, he got angry, and didn't come to accompany Gu for breakfast today."

There is grievance inside and outside the words.

"Deserved!"

Princess Chaoyun put one hand on her hip and pointed at Zhou Yanzong with the other, with a look of sorrow and anger on her face.

"Brother Huang, you are such a grown-up man, yet you still want my younger sister to take care of you, it's like a rotten wood."

Angrily, she made a fan with her hands and fanned the wind.

Zhou Yanzong: "..."

What did he do wrong?To attract such a choreography from her, she had to suppress her temper because she had to ask for help from others.

Princess Chaoyun is still young, and her stature has not yet begun to grow. With short arms and legs, she wanted to imitate the nuns when they taught her, so she stretched out her index finger to point at Zhou Yanzong's forehead, but after a few jumps, she couldn't reach it. , anxious little face flushed.

Zhou Yanzong suppressed the displeasure in his eyes, and stretched his head forward.

Princess Chaoyun succeeded, and she tapped heavily on his forehead, rubbing her hands happily.

"Sister-in-law wants to celebrate the festival with Brother Huang."

Zhao Yun glanced at Zhou Yanzong who hadn't reacted yet, and shook his head in disappointment, "It's just an elm head, so stupid."

She almost yelled at Zhou Yanzong.

"Tanabata."

"Also known as Qiqiao Festival, also known as Valentine's Day."

Zhou Yanzong suddenly realized, the corners of his lips curled up.

"Gu knows, you can go."

Princess Chaoyun was annoyed by his way of employing people forward instead of backward, and left the Hall of Mental Cultivation angrily, leaving a word before leaving.

"If you have the ability, don't beg me in the future. Hmph!"

When there was no one in the hall, Zhou Yanzong took out the jade from the drawer, tied it with a red string, rubbed it in his hands for a while, then carefully put it away, and put it under the pillow.

......

Twilight Quadruple.

After the last smoldering cloud in the sky was replaced by night, the sky was filled with stars, making the sky more and more vast, vast and far-reaching.

Han Qingyang wore a silky moon-white gown, his hair was fastened behind his head with a hosta, revealing his slender and fair neck. He waved the folding fan in his hand and walked a few steps in the yard.

"I almost forgot what it's like to wear men's clothes."

Duozi said excitedly: "Master, it's getting dark soon, let's leave the palace quickly, we haven't had time to go out for a stroll since we've been here for so long."

Han Qingyang looked in the direction of the palace gate, there was no movement at all, he couldn't help kicking the pillars under the corridor, as if the pillars were Zhou Yanzong.

Duofu smiled and persuaded him.

"Since the master wants to go out with His Majesty, why don't you tell His Majesty clearly? It's better than being sulking here by yourself now."

Han Qingyang was resentful.

"But...how boring is it to say everything so clearly?"

Duofu pushed him to go outside the palace gate.

"Master, please go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to invite His Majesty earlier, if you are late, you will not be able to catch up with the excitement."

Han Qingyang half-pushed and left the palace gate.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he was hugged from behind, and he screamed in fright.

Zhou Yanzong whispered beside his ear.

"It's just getting dark, why did Qingyang start screaming? You should save your strength and wait for the rest of the night before screaming."

The words were extremely indecent, but when they fell into Han Qingyang's ears, he felt ashamed and flustered. He muttered like complaining, "What is Your Majesty doing in Yuxiu Palace at this time?"

Zhou Yanzong bit his earlobe.

"I just want to spend Valentine's Day with Qing Yang."

Han Qingyang's heart seemed to be smeared with honey, it was very sweet.He grabbed his hand back and walked towards the palace gate.

Zhou Yanzong let him pull, the corners of his lips fluttering.

"The lonely Qingyang looks so good in men's clothing, handsome and unrestrained."

Han Qingyang turned around and smiled sweetly at him.

"Then Your Majesty would like me to wear women's clothes or men's clothes?"

Zhou Yanzong took a few steps and walked side by side with him.

"Gudu likes it."

At the gate of the palace, Zhou Yanzong waved his hand again, "You don't have to follow."

Wang Shou bowed and said yes.

Duozi and Duofu became anxious in an instant, and looked at Han Qingyang as if asking for help.

Han Qingyang winked at Wang Shou, and followed Zhou Yanzong out of the palace.

After walking for a short time, I heard lively noises. Compared with the majestic and quiet palace, this is a rare human fireworks atmosphere.

Gradually, there were more and more people, rubbing shoulders and rubbing heels, and pedestrians were like weaving.

Zhou Yanzong was wearing a black long gown today, and he couldn't help frowning when he saw the crowd, he stretched out his arms and protected Han Qingyang under his arms like an old hen protecting a chick.

He was originally tall and tall, with a hostile look in his eyes, a kind of iron-blooded breath honed on the battlefield.

Frightened by the cold aura emanating from him, the people around tried their best to squeeze out, not daring to get close to him, but gave up a small area for the two of them to pass by.

The sound of hawking and laughter interweaves into a cheerful picture.

There are all kinds of stalls on both sides of the street, some selling snacks, some selling lanterns, and some selling fireworks. The shouts of the shops are stuffed one by one.

When Han Qingyang was in Dajin, he seldom went out for shopping. Even if he did, he didn't have the time to worry about anything. Unlike now, he didn't have to worry about anything. He just looked at this stall and that stall, picked up what he liked and left.

Seeing that he was dressed luxuriously, the stall owners were naturally not worried that he would not pay.

Han Qingyang bit a fish ball and pointed at Zhou Yanzong behind him: "Boss, ask him for money."

Zhou Yanzong saw him jumping and cheerful, he just held the money bag in his hand and paid one by one.

The two of them walked half way around, and Zhou Yanzong's hands were already stuffed with things. He ate half of the fish ball skewers, the remaining half of the duck oil pancakes, and a small half of a fruit whose name he didn't know.

When Han Qingyang turned his head and saw Zhou Yanzong standing in the crowd, he was tall and tall, with a resolute and handsome face, even if he was a little far away, he still saw him at a glance, and he waved at him.

The man smiled at him, extraordinarily silly.

But silly and cute.

Han Qingyang squeezed in front of him, "Ninth brother, don't just eat it by me, you too."

The corners of his lips were greasy, and his eyes were sly, like a little fox that had succeeded.

Zhou Yanzong raised the thing in his hand.

"You let me eat this?"

Han Qingyang touched his stomach, "But there are so many delicious foods in the night market, in order to eat a few more, so I can only taste each one, and I will leave the rest to Brother Jiu. Don't waste it."

He tiptoed slightly, but Zhou Yanzong raised his head, and he only kissed his chin.

Han Qingyang put his arms around his waist.

"Isn't Brother Nine the favorite to eat the things I've eaten? Why are you twitching today?"

Zhou Yanzong bent down and whispered in his ear.

"In the past, you, Qingyang, fed me mouth to mouth."

Han Qingyang was speechless, turned around and ran away.

Soon the two attracted the attention of the people around them.

The young man in black was tall and strong, with a doting face, while the young man in white had curved eyebrows and an alluring complexion.

Such a beautiful view cannot be concealed even on the busiest Qixi Festival night.

The folk customs of the Great Zhou Dynasty were open, and along the way, many young women gave the two of them a glance, and even more boldly sent flowers in their hands to the two of them directly.

Zhou Yanzong had a cold face and refused to pick it up.

The girl who sent the flowers in a hurry was almost crying.

Han Qingyang whispered: "Ninth brother, how about we compare, who received more flowers tonight?"

Zhou Yanzong just took the flowers, but he was very stingy and never showed a smile.

Passing through the crowded and lively end, you arrive at the moat. There are fewer people here, and there is a hint of coolness in the air. The weeping willows on the bank are swaying with the wind, the lanterns on the river are full of colorful boats, and the sound of silk and bamboo is endless. A woman puts lotus lanterns by the river.

Han Qingyang put all the flowers in his arms on the ground and began to count them.

In the end, he defeated Zhou Yanzong with an absolute advantage.

He raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, "Your Majesty, don't be sad. It's not that your majesty is ugly, but that your majesty is imposing. Those little girls are afraid of the dragon's might and dare not go forward. Besides, your majesty is not She likes to laugh, so naturally people dare not get close to her."

He reached out and touched the corner of his lips, and lifted it up slightly.

"Your Majesty, you don't need the face of the boss."

Zhou Yanzong reached out and clasped his waist, pulling him into his arms.

"What do you want their likes to do? Your likes are enough."

Han Qingyang's heart seemed to be swept by the warm spring breeze, it was numb and intoxicating, and he took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Zhou Yanzong responded to his enthusiasm and initiative.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Gu Tian doesn't like to laugh, if he wants to laugh, he only laughs at the people he loves."

He grinned at Han Qingyang.

Han Qingyang lay in his arms, his heart beat faster for a moment, and the deer bumped wildly.

The lotus lanterns dotted on the river complement the starlight in the sky.Han Qingyang went to buy two more lotus lanterns, and took Zhou Yanzong to put the lanterns by the river together.

Zhou Yanzong looked around.

"Gu took a look, the lotus lanterns are all women. They put the lotus lanterns to seek marriage. Now that Gu has Qingyang, there is really no need..."

Han Qingyang looked at him fixedly.

"Good brother..."

When the soft voice came, Zhou Yanzong's legs went limp.

Han Qingyang was victorious, and smiled very happily. He squatted by the river, pushed the water surface with his hands to send the lotus lantern farther away, quickly closed his eyes, and made a wish.

May the world be peaceful, the sea clear and the river Yan.

May life after life never be separated.

Zhou Yanzong turned his head to look at the person beside him, the moonlight was soft, and the person was more gentle.The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and under the straight nose were rosy and full lips.

After setting off the river lanterns, the two went to the Town God's Temple.

There is a marriage tree in the Town God's Temple, which is said to be extremely efficacious. Whenever a lover wears red silk, they will surely have a happy life.

Zhou Yanzong never believed these nonsense, but Han Qingyang couldn't help being happy, so he tied red silk with him.

The night is getting darker.

The noise gradually receded.

"Candied haws, big and sweet candied haws...."

When the hawker's yell came, the two looked at each other.

Han Qingyang blushed with embarrassment, grabbed Zhou Yanzong's hand and walked forward quickly. Zhou Yanzong felt a surge of heat all over his body. He pulled the corners of his lips and walked slowly on purpose.

"Boss, I want this candied haws."

The candied haws seller was an elderly man, and when he saw someone wrapping rounds, he was happy to bow his hands and thank him.

Zhou Yanzong carried the candied haws on his shoulders, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

"I remember that Qing Yang loves candied haws the most? How about I get you a bunch?"

Han Qingyang glared at him angrily, and finally felt that the matter had already happened, no matter how shy he was, it would be of no avail, so he simply reached out and took a bunch of them himself without waiting for Zhou Yanzong to make a move.

The bright red hawthorn is wrapped in sweet candy.

Han Qingyang stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it lightly.

"Your Majesty, this candied haws are really delicious."

His eyes were rippling and full of water, full of indescribable charm.

Zhou Yanzong's throat rolled, and his whole body tensed up.

"Han Qingyang..."

He gritted his teeth and called out his name.

Han Qingyang ran away with a smile, and there was joy in victory in his laughter.

......

Midday on the moon.

Han Qingyang, who had taken advantage of everything in the first place, was just nestling in Zhou Yanzong's arms and begging for mercy with red eyes.

Zhou Yanzong finally won a round, and he was in a particularly comfortable mood.

He took out a piece of suet white jade from under the pillow, and hung it around Han Qingyang's neck with his own hands.

Han Qingyang looked down.

It was a piece of high-quality jade, with patterns of Fu Lu Shou carved on it, the jade was good jade, but the carving was poor.

"Give it to me?"

Zhou Yanzong let out a "hmm".

Han Qingyang looked and looked carefully.

"Well, why did your majesty think of giving me this?"

But I was a little disappointed in my heart. The gifts from Qixi Festival should be those with good intentions. Why did I give them Fu Lu Shou?

It's not a birthday gift.

Zhou Yanzong was stunned for a while.

"Carved by an orphan."

Han Qingyang was stunned for a moment, his nose was sour, and his eyes were watery.

"I didn't even know His Majesty would know these things?"

He burrowed into Zhou Yanzong's arms, "Sculpting hurts the hands the most, Your Majesty's hands must have been hurt." He knew that Zhou Yanzong was born in the army, so such delicate work must be very strenuous.

Regardless of Zhou Yanzong's objection, he forcibly held his hand and checked.

Seeing that his fingers were covered with fine scars, he lowered his head and kissed them one by one.

Countless small tremors penetrated directly into his heart through his fingertips, and his heart beat like a drum for a while, and even his voice was a bit forbearing and depressed.

"I only want you to have a good life and a good life in this life."

The author has something to say: gifts and love words from Zhou Yanzong, a straight steel man.