His Majesty And Ministers

After Jing Ye slept like this, he slept for two days.

He woke up early in the morning.

The first thing I saw was a piece of snow-white neck hair, followed by a fluffy dog's face, with ears hanging limply, black eyes, and "haha" exhaling hot air.

Jing Ye: "..."

Someone came up behind him and touched his earlobe, his tone was still so lazy: "The fever is gone."

Jing Ye moved his lips: "Water..."

"Need to drink water again?" The boy was very impatient, "Didn't I just feed you?"

fed?

He stretched out his long arms, brought over the water bowl placed beside the bed, took a sip, and moved Jing Ye's face closer to him.

Jing Ye: "! Gulu Gulu..."

The boy pressed his waist, raised his head slightly, his eyes sparkled: "Are you still shy? You've fed him a hundred or eighty times."

As he spoke, he was attracted by Jing Ye's smooth waistline, and couldn't help but squeeze it hard, feeling the texture of the fingers and palms: "Tell me...you are a man, why is your waist so thin."

Jing Ye's waist shook, and he couldn't help but move forward to get out of this strange atmosphere, when he suddenly felt a burning sensation between his legs, as if there was a serious scratch.

Not just between the legs, but all over the body, there are subtle pains from the skin being bitten, and in the mouth...

The people behind him moved forward, and Jing Ye only felt that something was lowering his buttocks, which was hard and hot.

The boy rested his head on his neck, and the heat of his breath was in his ears, and he muttered: "Don't move, I really can't help it."

Jing Ye: "..."

As soon as the young man raised his eyes, he saw his gentle eyebrows and eye corners, drooping long eyelashes, and white and moist side cheeks. He felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart, and simply lowered his head, lazily licking and kissing this person's delicate neck and shoulders.

Jing Ye frowned, but didn't make a sound.

The stupid dog squatting on the edge of the bed tilted its head, sticking out its tongue to watch the two being intimate.After it fell in love with the blackness of the next wall, it would often rush over to lick the other party's hair courteously.

The sky was getting brighter outside the window, there were soft footsteps outside the green gauze cabinet, and the door was gently knocked twice: "Young master, it's time to get up."

"Come in." The boy rubbed against Jing Ye for a long time, and finally sat up lazily.Jing Ye hadn't walked on the ground for many days, his body was already stiff, and he felt weak when he moved.

A group of maidservants came in with clear water face towels and other things. The leading woman looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with willow eyebrows and almond eyes, full of laughter.

The young man was dressed by them, picked up the black sheath sword on the table, looked back at Jing Ye, and then strode out.

The woman bowed to send the young man out, then turned around and walked to the bed, blessed her body and said: "My lord, do you want to get up?"

Jing Ye looked at her and nodded.The woman turned around and beckoned, and the maids presented the washing things. She helped Jing Ye get off the bed, and the latter almost staggered.

The woman smiled while helping him to dress: "The maidservant's name is Shanyue, and she is the maidservant in charge of Xiaoshanju. The city lord has ordered the servantservant to serve the young master and the young master."

Jing Ye: "No."

"The young master was spoiled by the city lord and grew up. Except for practicing martial arts since childhood, everything else has been very compliant with him." Shanyue smiled, "Although the young master is a bit spoiled, he has a kind heart. After waiting for a long time, the young master will Understood."

Jing Ye: "..." Hehe.

Shanyue sighed: "Young Master, why are you so rigid."

Jing Ye raised his eyes to look at her, and said calmly: "Even if you wear beautiful clothes and wine, you are still just a prisoner."

"My son's words are wrong." Shanyue laughed, and tied his belt in his hands, "The old father was also invited to Pingyue City as a guest, but it's a pity... Later he ran away from the marriage."

Jing Ye is embarrassed, so it is your tradition to kidnap an emperor and marry him?

"In order to prevent the tragedy of that day from happening again." Shanyue smiled softly, "The city lord specially invited several well-known assassins in the city to hide beside the young master."

Jing Ye: "..."

Nit, tell me, this is not captivity!

in the garden.

Several maidservants put together flower clippers in their hands.

Maid A: "Look at the Young Mistress!"

Maid B: "The eyelashes are so long."

Maid C: "The cheeks are so soft."

Maid Ding: "...Ah...you smile so softly..."

Maid Wu pinched off the flower branch in her hand angrily: "No wonder you say you don't need us to serve you, Shanyue, you little bitch..."

The maidservants rolled up their sleeves one after another: "Wait! When the work is done, go to the back mountain and beat him to death!"

"Ah Choo!" Jing Ye rubbed his nose.

Shanyue took the teacup from the little girl and said with a smile, "Master, drink some warm tea."

"En." Jing Ye lowered his head to sip, and she took the opportunity to glance at the group of maidservants behind him.

Not to be outdone, the enemy stared back.

When Jing Ye finished drinking tea and raised his head, he was startled by Shan Yue's vicious look with wide-open almond eyes and brows: "What's wrong?"

Shanyue turned her face like a book, and smiled like a spring flower in the blink of an eye: "It's nothing."

Jing Ye looked back with her gaze just now, and saw a group of beautiful and gentle girls playing and playing in the flowers: "They...is there anything wrong?"

"It's nothing." Shanyue smiled, "It's just that they are so happy, which makes me feel very uneasy."

Jing Ye: "..."

It's good to be as kind as an angel.

He proposed to go out of the city lord's mansion and take a look outside, Shanyue readily agreed.

Pingyue City is the most peaceful place in the world.

Because there are too many unremarkable masters here, no matter how mischievous people are in other places, they will become polite and cautious when they arrive here.

Jing Ye chose a noodle stall to sit down, and a young man dressed as a scholar came up to receive him: "What kind of noodles do you want?"

Jing Ye: "What kind?"

The young man smiled and said, "Ramen, stewed noodles, sliced ​​noodles, cat ears noodles, fried noodles, stewed noodles, lo mein, cold noodles, miscellaneous sauce noodles, big knife noodles..."

Jing Ye couldn't help laughing when he said that: "You know all these?"

The scholar also laughed: "I don't know any of these."

Jing Ye: "..."

"So don't order these guest officials." The scholar said, "The small shop only has vermicelli in clear soup."

"..." Jing Ye's eyes twitched, "Then let's have a bowl."

"Guest officer, wait a moment."

Sure enough, you only need to wait a while, because there are only three steps for a scholar to make noodles, boil the water, throw the noodles in, and take them out of the pot.

"..."

Looking at the steaming hot noodles in front of him, Jing Ye suddenly felt so relieved that at least the noodles were cooked.

Wait, this requirement is too low!

He swallowed, just about to ask the scholar if he had any salt.Suddenly I heard a soft voice: "Dengtuzi!"

He turned his head, only to see a figure "biu" fly out of the teahouse opposite the stall, and then "bang" hit the Qingshiban street.

People passing by turned their heads to take a look, then turned their heads and continued walking without squinting.

The man supported the ground with his hands and slowly sat up. The blow seemed to hit his head. He rubbed it with his hands and sighed.

This scene was so curious that Jing Ye couldn't help but take a second look.

I saw the man standing up slowly, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, he looked taller and taller, with long legs, and the leather riding boots tightly wrapped his slender and powerful calves. Very handsome.

The man laughed loudly towards the building: "My lady, I'll come back tomorrow!"

It turns out that the wife is strict, Jing Ye is embarrassed.

The man laughed a few times towards the teahouse, then turned his head suddenly, looking straight at Jing Ye who was sitting at the table.

"Are you looking at me?"

Jing Ye was caught off guard by being questioned. After all, he was caught watching someone make a joke, so he was a little embarrassed, so he stood up and cupped his hands: "I offend you, brother, forgive me."

The corner of the man's lips twitched: "Look at your appearance, but you have just entered the city not long ago?"

Jing Ye nodded: "Exactly."

The man wanted to ask more questions, but Shanyue beside Jing Ye stepped forward and said, "Mr. Jing is a distinguished guest of the City Lord's Mansion, and he doesn't understand Mr. Wen's rules. Please forgive me."

"So your surname is Jing." The man smiled, "Do you have a sign?"

It's strange that the two met by chance, and suddenly had to express their words.But he made sense.

Jing Ye's character was taken by his father who suddenly fell ill before his death. No one called it, and no one even knew it. Who can call the emperor's character directly?

Jing Ye paused, and said, "The small characters contain Fang."

"Jing Hanfang." The man whispered and said with a smile, "Fang means bright, good words."

"I still have something to do today." He took a small knife casually, twirled it up and down on his fingertips, and turned around, "I'll treat you to noodles next time, brother Hanfang."

Jing Ye frowned in puzzlement, and looked at Shanyue, who shook his head, and had no choice but to cup his hands again: "Go slowly."

The man's pace seemed casual, but extremely fast, and soon disappeared on the street.

Jing Ye turned around and sat down, and asked Shanyue, "Who is this person?"

Shanyue said: "Across the river, we will see each other in snow and clothes."

"This is Su Shi's poem." Jing Ye smiled, "Is there any moral?"

Shanyue smiled and said: "There is no moral, because this person is very famous, and his name is Xueyi, Wen Xueyi, so when everyone reads this poem, he will be mentioned."

"He recently fell in love with the proprietress of the teahouse opposite." The scholar brought another bowl of noodles and threw it to the guests at the table next to him with a smile. Then he sat on the bench on Jing Ye's right. I'm very happy to hear it, it's been a month, and I searched for a lot of rare treasures and gave them to that woman, but it's a pity that she broke them into pieces."

"That's it." Jing Ye stirred the noodles in the bowl with wooden chopsticks, "That's really kind and hard work."

The scholar looked at him: "Why don't you eat?"

"..." The corners of Jing Ye's eyes twitched again, "Wouldn't the taste of this noodle be strange?"

"How come?" The scholar's eyes widened, "My Ning's noodle restaurant has the best noodle in the city, if you don't believe me, you can ask them!"

Jing Ye turned his head and saw that the men at the next table were eating like wolves and tigers.

Jing Ye: "..."

Who the hell has the problem!

"Why don't you add more?" Jing Ye asked tentatively, "For example, put some salt..."

"That's why you don't understand." The scholar took out a bamboo fracture fan from his sleeve, and "swiped" it, "All things that have potential are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and the world is chaotic. This bowl of clear soup and noodles , but it shows the true taste of life.”

"Oh..." Jing Ye seemed to have an epiphany, nodded, and suddenly said, "How do you think the situation in Yilou in the east of the city is a mess?"

Scholar: "The color is as white as snow, the texture is soft and tender, top grade."

Jing Ye: "..."

It is said that life is really delicious.

"That's all." The scholar smiled, "Looking at you, it's normal for you to be less transparent than them..." The folding fan pointed to the men around them who were trying to cover their faces, "...you don't need to pay, guest officer Let's go."

Jing Ye clearly felt the strong envy from the men.Still stood up and nodded, "Sir, you are generous, your business is booming."

"It's easy to talk about." The scholar smiled gently, shaking the folding fan.

Jing Ye walked away with Shanyue, one of the men hesitated for a moment, and raised his head cautiously: "Actually, I don't see it so clearly..."

The scholar glanced at him: "Can you afford to eat shit? Poor ghost."

Man: "..."