Yunyue past events

The originally quiet main courtyard was suddenly brightly lit. Servants walked through the courtyard, their figures like weaving, they came in and out of the courtyard, just because the master came back suddenly.

Clean the owner's room, change the bedding, send a fire for heating, light the incense burner, prepare soup to keep out the cold, etc...

The main courtyard without a master seemed to fall into a deep sleep on weekdays, but when the master came back, he suddenly woke up.

Yue submerged to light the lamp, and put on the clothes he had taken off without the help of a maid. He dressed very slowly, and it was even more difficult to tie the belt.

He spent a lot of time in the house. When he was finally fully dressed and was about to leave the house, he looked up and saw a graceful figure appearing outside the window.

She is Gong Ziling's maid.

"Is the servant Yue here? The young master wants to serve you." The maid stood outside the door and gently knocked on the door.

Yue Qian responded: "Understood."

There was a quick silence outside the door, and the maid left.

Yueqian opened the door, and the lights of the courtyard immediately came into view. The dead main courtyard returned to its former bustle, while Gong Ziling's study and living room, which had always been dark, were lit like daylight, and the figures of servants staggered under the light.

Gong Ziling should be in the study at this time. The housekeeper walked to the study with a bowl of soup. There are still several servants busy in Gong Ziling's living room, which has not been tidied up yet.

Yue Qian stood at the doorstep of the study, clasped his hands, bowed and said: "My lord, the subordinate has come down."

Zhao Ling in the room had just received the cold soup from the housekeeper, when he heard the sound, he immediately put down the bowl of hot soup, and his eyes fell on the saluting people outside the door.

The doorstep is a dimly lit place, and Zhao Ling can only see a tall and quiet figure, and he can still make out his arms raised in a bow.

Sure enough, as the pharmacist said, his injured arm healed really quickly.

Zhao Ling said: "Come forward."

Intentionally restraining her emotions, Zhao Ling withdrew her gaze, turned her attention to the housekeeper, and asked the housekeeper, "Is the hot water in the bathroom ready?"

The housekeeper hurriedly said: "The old servant will go to the kitchen to urge you!"

Although he was an old man, the housekeeper's legs and feet were flexible, and he quickly disappeared into the courtyard.

Yue dived into the study and walked up to Zhaoling. The room was warm and the fire was burning. All the dozens of lamps on the lamp stand were lit up, illuminating the owner of the house.

Gong Ziling dressed up and sat in front of the desk, where he usually sits, but at this time there was a bowl of soup in front of the desk instead of bamboo slips and silk books.

Hearing the footsteps, Gong Ziling didn't look up, but was drinking the soup with his head down.

The countryside in winter is cold, not to mention after dark, the wind is stronger and more bitter than during the day.

Slowly raising her face, Zhao Ling asked, "Is the injury on your right arm better?"

Yue Qian's right arm hangs naturally by his side, no injuries can be seen on the surface, the sleeves are neat, and there is no trace of blood.

"My son, after being treated by the pharmacist, there is no serious problem, and he will recover after a while." When Yue Qian was speaking, he folded his hands together in front of his body, the movement was smooth, and the injured arm seemed to no longer hurt.

Zhaoling had already learned about Yue Qian's situation from the pharmacist. He didn't believe what the pharmacist said, and he didn't believe what Yue Qian said, because this person was insensitive to pain.

After taking the handkerchief handed by the maid to wipe his hands, Zhao Ling pushed aside the bowl of soup that he drank only two mouthfuls, and ordered Yue Qian: "Pull up the sleeves, and take off the cloth."

Such an order was confusing, but Yueqian complied.

He rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, and with the help of the maid, he unwrapped the cloth and revealed the wound.The maid was very careful when removing the cloth strips, for fear of causing pain.

Zhao Ling walked up to Yue Qian, lowered his body to examine the injured arm carefully, secretly surprised, although he had never been wounded by a knife, he also knew that such a serious stab wound could not heal so quickly.

Moving her fingers in the air, as if stroking the wound, Zhao Ling murmured: "It's really as the pharmacist said."

He didn't say what the pharmacist said, but Yue Qian could guess it.

One of the two maids held Yue Qian's injured arm, and the other re-bandaged the wound for him. The cloth strips were wrapped around the injured arm. The maid's movements were delicate and gentle.

Zhao Ling sat back at the desk, watching the maid bandage Yue Qian's injured arm, Yue Qian remained in a squatting posture, lowering his head and closing his eyes.

At his young age, the beautiful maid was leaning next to Yue Qian, and he didn't take a second look.

"Hot water has been prepared, please take a bath, young master."

The housekeeper stood outside the door and came to inform the master that it was time to take a bath.

The cloth strips were wrapped around the injured arm again, Yueqian put down his sleeves, stood up, and the two maids followed Zhaoling away, and soon he was the only one left in the study.

I don't know why Gong Ziling suddenly left the palace today, and came to Biedi, it must not be to see his wounds.

Yue Qian doesn't think so, and doesn't think elsewhere.

It's not suitable to live in Biedi in winter, if Gong Ziling stays for one night, he should go back tomorrow, besides, it's almost New Year's Eve.

The door of the bathroom was closed tightly, only a little light seeped through the crack of the door. Gong Ziling was taking a bath inside, surrounded by personal maids and maids who did rough work.

At this time, the main courtyard gradually became quiet, and most of the servants who had been in and out of the courtyard before disappeared without a trace. The housekeeper walked up to Yue Qian and asked him: "Did you say that you will stay for a few days and when will you go back?"

Yue Qian glanced at the full moon hanging in the sky, and replied: "My lord has not mentioned it."

The housekeeper looked at the dark forest outside the courtyard, and said: "The old slave is going to arrange for the servants to patrol at night. If the young master has any errands, the servants will go to the front yard to call the old slave."

The young master was assassinated a few days ago, so nothing can happen again.

What the housekeeper thought in his mind was: he must ask the servants to patrol around the house all night to protect the young master.

The housekeeper left the main courtyard and sneaked back to the side room. When will Gong Ziling come out of the bathroom?After his bath, he would fall asleep and probably have no other errands.

Clothes lying on the bed, subconsciously imagining the appearance of Gongzi Ling undressing in the bathroom.

His skin under the robe is white and delicate, his limbs are slender, he is neither thin nor fat, and he is in good health. His hair is black and soft, his eyes are bright and clear, and his nose is very delicate.

Thinking like this, Yue Qian didn't mean to be profane in his heart, so he restrained himself and didn't relive the parts that shouldn't be relive

After a long time, the door of the bathroom was opened, and the footsteps of Gongzi Ling and the maid could be heard walking towards the side of the courtyard. After a while, the main courtyard became silent, except for the sound of the wind, there was no other sound.

It was late at night, Yue Qian still didn't take off his clothes, lying on his back on the bed, using his arms as a pillow, thoughtful.The light in the room was always on, Yue Qian's eyes were not closed, and he was not sleepy.

He didn't know what he was waiting for, maybe he wasn't waiting at all, just insomnia.

Outside the courtyard wall, the conversation of a group of servants passing by on patrol can be heard, the voice is not clear, and the wind is very loud.

Amidst the wind, there seemed to be another calling, calling: Waiter Yue.

Someone was calling him, softly and quietly, right outside the door.

is a maid.

Yue Qian Gulu got up, opened the door, and saw a maid standing outside the door, the maid looked a little shy, and her voice was soft: "My lord is calling you."

Before Yue Qian could respond, the maid had already turned and left, her figure was light and light, and disappeared into the darkness.

Gong Ziling's dormitory is just ahead, most of the lights in the room have been extinguished, so the light coming through the doors and windows is very limited.

Entering the bedroom, standing outside the curtain of the bed, the more potential you can see the lying figure of Young Master Ling inside the curtain of the bed, he has already undressed and is lying on the bed.

The footsteps of Yue Qian entering the house were relatively light, but Zhao Ling knew he was coming, and the two of them watched each other's figure through a bed curtain.

The young master said faintly: "Come here, let me see you."

Lifting the curtain of the bed, without the slightest hesitation, Yue Qian came to Gong Ziling, seeing that the other party had already sat up from the bed, Yue Qian slowly bent his knees, kneeling on one leg, and the two sides were able to look at each other.

The room was dim and yellow, covering the two of them with an ambiguous warm color. At this moment, there were only the two of them in the dormitory. At this moment, it seemed that there were only the two of them in the entire main courtyard.

A lamp beside the bed, the limited light enveloped the two of them, and the rest was all darkness.

In order to see Yue Qian's appearance clearly, Zhao Ling leaned forward, lowered his head, and stretched out a hand, warm and soft, to touch Yue Qian's face delicately, from eyebrows to nose, and then from nose to lips.

Finally, he moved to the ear, and rubbed his fingertips next to the ear, and it was the hair that was rubbed.

During the whole process, Yue Qian didn't say a word, he was not as surprised as before, he was very calm.

Seeing that he was neatly dressed, Zhao Ling knew that he hadn't fallen asleep, so he was also waiting, right?Otherwise, he would come over as soon as the maid called him, how could he be dressed neatly.

When his face was touched by the other party, Yue Qian's heart was not as calm as his face. Gong Ziling was only wearing a close-fitting shirt and had long hair draped over his shoulders. He had just come out of the bed, and his body was like a ball of fire, exuding heat .

Seeing his neat hair crown, tightly tied tassel, and meticulous appearance, Zhao Ling started to untie the tassel belt, he untied the tassel belt, and took off Yue Qian's hair crown.

Under the hair crown is a bun, the style of the bun is a fashionable style, unlike Yue Qian's own bun, which is unpretentious and a bit outdated, Zhao Ling whispered: "Who will help you tie your hair?"

Yue Qian replied, "Maidmaid."

Move your finger up and put it on Yue Qian's hair bun. There is a bone hairpin inserted into the hair bun. Ordinary bone hairpins, the things he buys are always very simple.

Gong Ziling took off the bone and put down Yue Qian's hair.

Seeing that his hair was disheveled like her own, the corners of Zhao Ling's mouth slightly raised, as if satisfied.

Close to Yue Qian's ear, Zhao Ling whispered: "So, the maidservant untied the belt for you?"

Being so close, Yueqian could smell the faint fragrance of the other person, not to mention that Gongziling's voice sounded quite special to him, at this moment, Yueqian's senses of smell, hearing and touch are more sensitive than ever.

Yue Qian lowered his eyes, and his voice was not loud, but very clear: "I untie it myself, only when tying the belt, I need help from others."

Carefully touch Yue Qian's injured arm, go down the arm, hold the back of the other's hand, the back of the hand is very warm, Zhao Ling murmured: "The pharmacist said that your physique is different from ordinary people, he has healed thousands of people, never seen People like you."

Yue Qian replied truthfully: "I was like this when I was young. Whenever there is a wound, it will heal faster than others. If there is no such ability, it will be difficult to survive in the garden."

This was supposed to be a secret, but in front of Zhao Ling, Yue Qian did not hide it.

Zhao Ling moved her face closer, kissed Yue Qian's lips, and couldn't bear to hear him continue.

He knew how difficult Yueqian's life was as a slave when he was a child, and he had seen him beaten and bruised all over his body.

The warm and soft lips, the warm body, the familiar breath, how many nights there are, the more subconsciously remembering and reminiscing.

He has strong self-control, but Gong Ziling is the one who makes him lose his mind.

Everything, obey instinct.

The maid did not live in the side room of the master's bedroom that night, perhaps it was the order of Gong Ziling to let them leave, or maybe it was because they anticipated what would happen and consciously avoided it.

In the dim dormitory, those low or depressing voices disappeared in the howling north wind.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-06-27?20:50:02~2021-06-28?22:37:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Little Place, Kissfox, Qin Gu, and Charming? 1;

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