Touch the cold

After Mo Zijin recovered, a group of people thanked the family who took them in, and continued on with the rest of the goods.

There were no more twists and turns along the way, but Mo Zijin always felt that when he got close to Qin Yi, there would be little waves in his heart, just like throwing a stone into the [-]-poured silent Taihu Lake, slowly. Ripple slowly, but inconspicuous.But Qin Yi was still the same, warm and cold, like the moonlight on the night when the two first met.

The road outside the Great Wall has been back and forth for several months, and in the early summer of this year, he finally returned to the capital.

The city has already been full of flowers, once entering the city gate, the sound of singing promises, the sound of falling sedan chairs, the sound of horseshoes, and the noise are mixed and endless. These scenes that were used to it are very familiar to Mo Zijin, who has been listening to the wind outside the frontier fortress for several months. Speaking of it, it seems like a lifetime away.

Hearing these voices, Mo Zijin couldn't stay any longer. After entering the city gate, he jumped out of the carriage, bought two jars of shochu from a small stall on the side of the road, and then stuffed them to Qin Yi through the window of the carriage. On the first jar, Qin Yi hugged the wine jar, a little dumbfounded.

The courtyard of the Qin Mansion had been deserted for a while, but today it became noisy.The servants of the Qin family knew that their master was returning to the capital today, so they started preparations early in the morning.The flowers and branches in the yard were trimmed neatly, water was sprinkled on the street, and a lot of meals were prepared under the kitchen. After everything was ready, everyone waited outside the door, wanting to show their faces in front of their masters , As a result, after waiting for a long time, only a few empty carriages arrived, and he didn't even see the shadow of his master.

Qin Yi is standing outside Song Boyi's house at the moment, there is no servant standing in the way beside him, only Mo Zijin is alone.Mo Zijin didn't want to come at first, he had no friendship with Song Boyi, but Qin Yi insisted, so he followed behind him.

Qin Yi hesitated for a moment outside the closed door. He was actually a little afraid that there might be some seductive woman hiding in Song Boyi's house. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand to knock on the door, but just in time for Song Boyi to pull He opened the door and stared at the two people outside the door.

"Hey, rare guest, why did Mr. Qin come to my place?" Song Boyi was stunned for a moment, then looked at Qin Yi, leaned against the door and said with a wild smile.

Qin Yi just gave him a cold look, and he didn't need him to ask, and walked towards the door with a cold face.

Seeing Qin Yi walk into the door, Song Boyi turned his head to look at Mo Zijin, put away the smile just now, nodded slightly politely, and said to him: "Mr. Mo, come in and sit down."

The layout of Song Boyi's house is very simple. There are two low houses in one yard, and an old sycamore tree is planted in the yard. This tree has sprouted new leaves in early summer, dark green and light green in different colors, giving the two gray and bare houses Licked a little angry.

Under the tree was a stone table and several stone benches, Qin Yi chose one to sit down, leaning on his head and looking at the other two people who just came in from the door.

Song Boyi signaled Mo Zijin to sit down, pushed the door open and entered the room, brought out some water for the two of them, this water was white water, temperatureless, colorless and tasteless.

"I know what you are here for." Song Boyi squatted on the stone bench and said to Qin Yi after pouring water.

Qin Yi raised his eyelids lazily, turning the cup in his hand.

"I failed." Song Boyi continued, with an unruly smile on his face. Song Boyi failed again in the imperial examination in the early spring of this year.

Qin Yi nodded, this was already in his expectation, with Song Boyi's arrogant temperament, he was really surprised that he was about to hit, so Qin Yi took a sip of water unhurriedly, from He took out a small cloth bag from his arms and threw it in front of Song Boyi.

Song Boyi was stunned for a moment, reached out and grabbed it, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and said to Qin Yi with a faint smile: "This is a good thing, thank you very much."

Mo Zijin blinked aside, he didn't quite know what was in the cloth bag, he only knew that Qin Yi bought it from a businessman outside the Great Wall, Mo Zijin thought it was a piece of incense, because the cloth There is always a little greasy smell coming out of the bag, but now it seems that it should not be that simple.

Song Baoyi seemed to have seen the doubt on Mo Zijin's face, and with a twist of his wrist, he stuffed the small cloth bag into his bosom, propped himself on the table and teased Mo Zijin, "Young Master Mo, this way Have you made up your mind?"

Mo Zijin frowned, not understanding Song Boyi's meaning, just about to continue asking, when Qin Yi controlled the water in the cup, put the cup on Song Boyi's mouth, and put a strange smile on his face Block it, and push it back sharply.

"Bah." Song Boyi turned his head and broke free, but he was still smiling, but this time he was looking at Qin Yi.Mo Zijin was taken aback by these two people, and he didn't understand the meaning until he left.

Later that day, Qin Yi left Mo Zijin to eat in the Qin Mansion. The flowers in the courtyard of the Qin Mansion were in full bloom, and the faint fragrance was brought by the evening breeze. Really comfortable.

After the meal, Qin Yi didn't keep Mo Zijin any longer, he also knew that after working all the way, he should let Mo Zijin go back to rest, even if he wanted to keep him by his side, he should let him take a breather by himself.

Qin Yi's thinking is right, but Song Boyi has no choice but to do bad things from inside.

After Mo Zijin came out of the Qin residence, he squinted his eyes to feel the evening wind in early summer, and the cool wind made him feel a little buoyant.

"Mr. Mo."

Mo Zijin was just floating, when he was suddenly pulled back by this sound, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Song Boyi standing in front of him with a faint smile on his face, Mo Zijin also smiled, and replied humbly. He said, "Young Master Song."

"That's a real name." After hearing Mo Zijin's words, Song Boyi smiled, raised his hand to hook Mo Zijin's shoulder, and continued to embrace him affectionately, "Since you are friends with Qin Yi, why don't you Just let him call me Bo Yi."

Mo Zijin turned his shoulders unaccustomed to it. The faint smell of powder on Song Boyi's body made him a little uncomfortable, but it was hard to say anything because of Qin Yi's face, so he just bit his lip and said: "Brother Boyi .”

"Hey." Song Boyi responded briskly, and patted Mo Zijin's chest with the other hand, teasingly said: "I can't let you call this brother for nothing, let's go, I'm going tonight Take you to have fun."

Hearing what Song Boyi said, and thinking about his past behavior, Mo Zijin immediately understood what this fun meant, his face immediately turned red, and he hurriedly said: "Brother Boyi, it's getting late, I'm I'm a little tired, let's go another day."

"Hey, it's better to hit the sun than to choose the day." Song Boyi said, his expression paused, and then he pressed close to Mo Zijin's ear: "Brother Mo, you have never seen things about the bed, right?"

In a word, Mo Zijin's face was reddened a bit, but what Song Boyi said was the truth, Mo Zijin has always been alone, and that kind of sexual intercourse is just an occasional thought but not really. did.

Even so, Mo Zijin was unwilling to admit it, and shook his head, trying to break away from Song Boyi's hand on his shoulder, but Song Boyi clamped him even harder, and said in a low voice: "It's okay if you haven't tasted it before." , Brother Mo might as well be presumptuous for a while today, the warm and fragrant nephrite will surely make you forget all your fatigue."

Song Boyi's slightly hoarse voice made Mo Zijin tremble all over, and his heart was so hopelessly moved.