Muhan Shuangcheng

"Tell me, what do you want from me? If there is nothing wrong, I can go." Once Lin Qingyue got rid of the grievances in her heart, she had nothing to do, and she wanted to go back to accompany Zhang Linming: Han Ye, the two of them guarded the small red clay stove , Warm a pot of wine, sometimes talking and laughing, sometimes looking at each other...

"Shut up your drooling." Mu Han's cool voice interrupted Lin Qingyue's fantasy. Lin Qingyue gave Mu Han an annoyed look, and subconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth. Mu Han's eyes were full of tears. Joking, only then did I know that I was being played.

"Han, I found that you have become bad recently, and you know how to play tricks on people. Who did you learn this from? That black boy?" Lin Qingyue asked curiously.

Speaking of Ye Shuangcheng, Mu Han softened his heart a bit, seeing that it was getting late outside, he stopped joking with Lin Qingyue, "I ask you, is the person by the river on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival Ouyang Lu?"

"Huh? How do you know?" Lin Qingyue wondered, as if he hadn't had time to tell him.

"Is he still in Qiongzhou?" Mu Han asked.

"Well, I really don't know, why are you looking for him?" Speaking of this person, Lin Qingyue felt angry.

"You help me send a letter to him, just say that I want to see him, the time should be as soon as possible, and the place can be chosen by him." Mu Han said, taking off the cloak hanging on the shelf and preparing to put it on.

"I don't know where he is, so I can only say that I try to help you find it. If you can't find it, don't blame me. He might have gone back early. Hey, you want to go out?" Seeing Mu Han put on his cloak and fasten the belt.

"I'm going back to the city, how about you?" Mu Han packed himself up and was ready to go out.

"You go back, I won't go back." Following Mu Han out, he still wanted to go back and continue his thoughts just now.

"Don't forget what you promised me, as soon as possible, you can't delay." Mu Han got on his horse and looked down at Lin Qingyue.

"Don't worry, I'll do it for you tomorrow." After saying that, he waved his hand and walked towards Zhang Linming's tent.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, a burst of sweet fragrance and warm air rushed towards the face. The person by the stove felt the coldness. When he looked up, his face was reddened by the fire, his eyes were moist, and he said softly, "Come back gone."

Lin Qingyue was a little stunned. The person in the candlelight looked at her warmly and with a slight smile, making him feel that this is the atmosphere that a home should have. A simple military tent actually made him feel that it is more beautiful than a rich The majestic Lin Mansion also made him feel more like a home.

"Why are you standing at the door stupidly? Isn't it cold?" The person in the candlelight asked again warmly.

Lin Qingyue smiled happily, and sat by the stove, "Huh? Sweet potato? Is it still baked?" She said and looked at Zhang Linming.

Zhang Linming didn't know whether it was baked by the fire or Lin Qingyue's bright eyes. His face became hot, and his warm voice became a little turbulent, "Didn't you say you want to roast sweet potatoes? Slow down, be careful of burning." " Seeing Lin Qingyue peel the sweet potato skin two or three times, she stuffed it into her mouth and reminded her aloud.

The sweet potato in his mouth was even more delicious than delicacies from mountains and seas. It wasn't the first time he ate it, but it was the first time he thought it was so delicious.

When the night was light, Mu Han returned to the mansion, and from a distance, he saw Ye Shuangcheng standing on tiptoes at the entrance of the front hall and looking around, with a small look of anticipation on his face, which instantly warmed Mu Han's body that had been blown by the cold wind for a long time.

"Brother Han!" The boy Hei saw it, and immediately went up to meet him. He wanted to hold Mu Han's hand, but Mu Han pushed him away, "Brother Han?" His tone sank, a little sad.

"Stupid boy, what are you thinking? Brother Han's cold air, I'm afraid I'll give it to you." One look at this kid's face and he knew that he was thinking wrong.

"Hey, is what brother Han said true?" Little Hei's face immediately turned cloudy, like a bright summer sun.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the house, it's cold outside, don't run out and wait next time." He took off his cloak, warmed himself by the stove, and stroked the little curly hair.

"I went out and waited when I heard the sound of horseshoes." Hei boy rolled his eyes, "Hmph, I didn't wait outside for you." He snorted softly.

"Really?" Mu Han stroked Hei boy's cold face, and asked with his eyes slightly squinted.

Hei boy was most afraid of Mu Han squinting his eyes, he felt it was very dangerous, so he nodded his head to prove that he was not lying.

"Hehe...young master, I've been waiting outside for half an hour." The butler led a few servants in to set meals, and with a smile on his face, he dismantled Hei boy's table.

"Housekeeper, why did you old man team up with Brother Han to bully me?" Hei boy said coquettishly, his eyes rolled around, and his clever appearance made everyone in the hall laugh. When he thought of the general, he hurried He pursed his lips and endured, hurriedly arranged the dishes, and all of them went out with their mouths covered.

The butler looked at the happy and happy hall with emotion, and still felt a little regretful about Hei boy's male body, but he had already thought about it, young people have young people's way of life, as long as they live happily and well, that's enough up.The rest, looking at the dark sky, thought to wait for him to go down, and then let the master and wife punish him.

"Shuangcheng, brother Han found that you are becoming more and more disobedient." Mu Han looked at the black boy sitting opposite and said.

"I...how can I...Brother Han is talking nonsense..." Hei boy deliberately buried his head in the rice bowl.

"No? Then why are you sitting so far away tonight? Didn't you always sit next to me before?" Mu Han said with a half-smile.

"I……"

"Huh?" Mu Han simply put down his chopsticks and waited for his answer.

Holding the rice bowl, he scrambled to the stool next to Mu Han in small steps, and just about to sit down, Mu Han stretched out his long arms, and the black boy sat down on Mu Han's lap, so scared that he couldn't even hold the bowl steadily. Mu Han flicked his hand, grabbed the bowl and put it back on the table, "Shuangcheng? Why are you afraid?"

"Where am I... nonsense..." Hei boy stiffened his mouth.

"You still say no? You haven't stood for so long, your face will be so cold? You haven't stood for so long, why is your hair covered with ice?" Every time Mu Han asked, he moved closer until their noses touched, Breath blend.