Bold, how dare you break Ben Hou

The emperor's cousin's imperial decree came down soon, and Qingzhi was ordered to go to Tianlong Temple to be his supervisor, and he went home every day under the starry sky, so he didn't have so much time to think about other things.

Only occasionally, when I took off my body and dipped in the newly completed hot spring pool, I always felt that my hands soaked in the water were gently covered again.

But when he opened his eyes suddenly, the bright yellow disappeared.

"Ah." Sighing lightly, he moved his body. The little prince's father really knows how to choose a place to live. There happened to be a spring on the ground, and the young prince is also a hero. So he ordered people to build a large-scale construction project in the backyard, dug a hole, and planned to dig a hot spring to play with those male pets occasionally.Unexpectedly, the pond was not dug, so he went there by himself.After Fang Lansheng took over the Hou's mansion, he asked Qingzhi what he planned to do with the pond, and Qingzhi naturally followed the same path as the young master.

Stretching his cross-legged legs, the hot air in the pool envelops the surroundings in a haze. He saw someone in the blur of blue, and he was sure that the person hadn't noticed him, so he opened his mouth and said, "Brother Fang, aren't you asleep too?"

Fang Lansheng apparently didn't expect that there were already people in the pool, and suddenly heard Qingzhi's voice, and hurriedly stopped, "I didn't expect that Lord Hou was here, Lansheng interrupted."

When the pool was completed, Qingzhi had told Fang Lansheng that he could use it as he wished, but he had never bumped into him.

Unexpectedly, Fang Lansheng didn't use it, but chose to come in the dead of night.

"I came back late today, so I came here at this time." Seeing that he was going to leave, Qing Zhi hurriedly asked to keep someone: "Since you are here, brother Fang...won't you hang out for a while?"

Fang Lansheng hesitated for a while. He had stayed in the Hou's mansion for more than ten days. Although he was not too close to Qingzhi, he had never had a close relationship with him. "Master Hou, this...doesn't seem very polite."

Qing Zhiben had calculated that he would refuse, but he didn't expect that Fang Lansheng seemed to be hesitating, and hurriedly encouraged him: "No, no, this pool is big enough, as many people can come here!"

Perhaps it was almost midnight, and there were only night watchmen in the mansion. Fang Lansheng also let go of his usual rigor, and changed his usual attire. The moon-white robe was loosely tied by a jade-colored belt. He was originally handsome and handsome. , these days in the mansion, after Dr. Jin's recuperation, his face became more and more rosy, which is even more shocking. Even Qingzhi sometimes stares in a daze. If this face is a woman, it is probably a woman. Disaster.At this time, his neckline was not even closed, revealing his white inner part.

The moonlight covered the blush on Fang Lansheng's face, and he was silent for a long time before he said leisurely, "It's cool in the night, and although it's warm in the pool, it's better for Lord Hou to go back to his room earlier." just go.

Qingzhi was stunned for a while, then understood immediately, and couldn't help being annoyed by his words and expressions just now!

Fang Lansheng's reputation outside the world has long been defeated by Baili Qingzhi. Although the relationship between the two is innocent, the empress dowager's order has made Qingzhi "Baili Xiaohou's new favorite" name.It's just that the young people treat each other with courtesy, and the servants in the mansion dare not say anything else.But it was almost midnight at this time, if someone saw him and Fang Lansheng taking a bath here - surely this rumor would be taken to a higher level.

On the second day, Qingzhi got off work and returned home early, and specially asked Uncle Sun to prepare a table of dishes in advance at the waterside pavilion. Liufu found Fang Lansheng as ordered and left.

"I don't know if Lord Hou is looking for me for something?" Fang Lansheng still stood still, as smart as him, how could he not look down on Qingzhi's feast?

Today's Fang Lansheng can't be compared with yesterday's. He wraps himself up like a zongzi, fearing that if he misses a place, the rice will be exposed.He always likes to be white, but today he is wearing a blue shirt, with thick ink dots on the shirt, which makes him even more bookish.

"Benhou is excited today, and I would like to drink a little wine, but the people in this house have too little ink in their stomachs, and you are the only one who can talk, Mr. Fang. I don't know if Mr. Fang is willing to accompany me. Have a drink together?"

The "Mr. Fang", who spoke one by one, finally forced Fang Lansheng to say: "Master Hou, you should call me as usual. Lan Sheng can't afford the word "Master Fang."

It turned out that in private, Qingzhi only called him "Brother Fang", and had never called him "Young Master" so respectfully.

Qingzhi laughed and glanced at the stool beside him. Fang Lansheng lifted his robe and sat down.

Now that he was sitting down, Qingzhi was the Marquis, and there were no waiters around, so Fang Lansheng naturally picked up the jug and wanted to pour the wine, but Qingzhi was a step faster and filled it up for him.

"Your Majesty, don't..." Fang Lansheng hurriedly got up to stop him, the wine spilled on his robe, and the fragrance of wine overflowed.

Qingzhi put down the jug, put away his playful look, and sat upright: "Brother Fang, in your opinion, what kind of person am I?"

What kind of person?

What kind of person is the young master of the Baili family?

Fang Lansheng had known Qingzhi for a relatively short time, but he didn't feel that he was as evil as the rumors said, and even after going through the calamity of life and death, it seemed more like a different person (indeed he had changed), and he kept saying that We want to change our old style and try to be kind again!It is even more necessary to sweep away the evil spirits of the past, and stop being that bastard with broken sleeves.