The sick beauty has caught the bamboo horse

The entire capital knew that the emperor was fond of divine divination, so Tianji Pavilion was a place where scholars all over the world wanted to go. Not only could they meet the emperor from time to time, but even the monthly salary was higher.

It is conceivable how important Zhou Qingyan is to the emperor as the master of the Tianji Pavilion, Yuanguo Guoshi.

Most of these high-ranking officials' mansions are very luxurious, and they are not much worse than Shi Chong's sugar water and paraffin wax to make firewood in ancient times. The appearance of Zhou's mansion is like this, for fear that others will not know that this is the residence of the national teacher.

But once inside, the overall style becomes more elegant.It was the first time for Chu Heng to enter the Zhou Mansion today, and most of what he saw in his eyes were old memories from his childhood, and he couldn't help feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

In the dark night, the person leading the way in front carried a red lantern. Chu Heng's eyesight was so good that he could even see that the person leading the way had a limp right leg.

The guide didn't notice Chu Heng's eyes, and couldn't help but chatter while walking: "Master is bathing in a delicate way, and he doesn't want others to serve him, but he himself..."

Chu Heng interrupted suddenly: "Why do you want me to serve you if you don't want others to serve you?"

The person who led the way stared at Chu Heng dissatisfiedly: "Aren't you the concubine brought back by the master, whoever you don't serve?"

Chu Heng: "..." I have to say, what I said is convincing.

However, Chu Heng quickened his pace a little.His character of guarding against everyone has not changed at all. He was like a hedgehog when he was a child, and he would only prick him if he didn't prick others.

Somehow, Chu Heng thought of something happy, and there was a smile on his face that he didn't even realize.

Suddenly, a thin black shadow flashed behind the pillars of the tower not far away, and Chu Heng pulled away from his memory and stopped to look.

The passerby turned around suspiciously, and saw a tall man standing there motionless and staring at a place.It was dark there, and there was nothing alive, only the wind passing slowly.

For no reason, a chill rose from the back of the guide: "You, what are you looking at? Why don't you go fast?"

Chu Heng then turned his head lightly: "Well, please lead the way."

The guides flew through this section of the road as if flying, and he was relieved until he saw the bright light in Zhou Qingyan's yard. Chu Heng saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.

From the looks of it, he treats the servants in the mansion pretty well.A boy leading the way trusted him so much.

"Go in here, go by yourself. Grandpa won't let us in when he's taking a bath." The guide pointed with his finger.

Chu Heng nodded: "I'm sorry." He watched the guide walking and muttered: "Sophisticated." He couldn't help laughing.

This is called Sven?You haven't seen the pretentious way your grandfather treated people when he was a child.

Which visitor would not like to say that Mr. Pianpian is peerless, once you are in private, you can't wait for the sky to stab you.

Pushing the door was silent, and just as Chu Heng poked his head out, his face was covered by the oncoming water vapor, and before he could react, he heard a laughing voice.

"Ziyuan, are you here?"

The pajamas to be worn later were hung on the shelf next to the tub. Zhou Qingyan soaked in the tub with his whole body naked, lying on the side of the tub with his hands folded, revealing his slender shoulders.

Silky black hair scattered on the surface of the water, a handsome face was flushed red by the hot water, black and white eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of light mist, coupled with the naturally long and narrow eye ends and eyebrows, more and more like A captivating vixen.

Chu Heng couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Such Zhou Qingyan took off all the disguises, his whole body was as soft as a kitten who just opened his eyes, and he stingily refused to show it to others, only showing his snow-white belly to Chu Heng.

Chu Heng clenched his fists and said in an unnatural tone, "What are you calling me for?"

Zhou Qingyan grabbed a handful of hair in distress: "I can't wash it clean, Ziyuan come and help me."

The long hair is scattered and thick, and it is really difficult for a person to take care of it.The masters, young masters, wives, and ladies of other families have a bunch of people rushing to serve them, but Zhou Qingyan is gone.

If it weren't for the parents who were physically and mentally affected, Zhou Qingyan would have wanted to kill everything every time.

While thinking, Zhou Qingyan tugged at his water-soaked hair irritably.

The well-behaved kitten in Chu Heng's eyes became irritable in the blink of an eye, showing sharp claws at his hair.The unknown and charming thoughts that had just arisen in the man's mind instantly faded away.

Chu Heng sighed slightly: "Why haven't you made any progress for so many years?" He walked over while talking.

Zhou Qingyan smiled instantly, let go of her hair, turned around and handed most of her back and a head of messy hair to Chu Heng.The latter often saw this look three years ago, but now he no longer has the slightest feeling of watching a beauty come out of the bath.

The refreshing saponins were first hit on the hands, and then slowly spread on the hair. Chu Heng carefully avoided his nails and gently pressed Zhou Qingyan's head with his fingertips.

Zhou Qingyan sighed comfortably, and then was lightly tapped on the head by Chu Heng.

Zhou Qingyan groaned, "Ziyuan, hit me!"

Chu Heng's voice was faint: "Soak well, don't bark."

Which man in the world can call out such, such... Chu Hengguang blushed and his heart beat when he thought about it.

Chu Heng has said that about him since he was a child, and Zhou Qingyan has been unconvinced since he was a child: "Then you don't serve other men in the world to take a bath!"

Chu Heng couldn't argue with him, so he simply shut up and concentrated on untying the knots in his hair.

Chu Heng stood taller than Zhou Qingyan, and now he had to bend down to do Zhou Qingyan's hair. The latter wanted to change his posture and straighten his back to make Chu Heng a little more comfortable. Who would have thought that Chu Heng would find out his intentions before he got up.

The man pressed Zhou Qingyan's shoulder blades with one hand: "Lie down well, you will catch a cold when you get up."

Zhou Qingyan raised his face and smiled: "Ziyuan, why are you so kind to me..."

Chu Heng continued without hesitation: "You are the one who fills my heart and mind."

Zhou Qingyan's words were tightly stuck in his throat, and he couldn't go up or down.

Chu Heng stared quietly at Zhou Qingyan without speaking, his eyes filled with the pain of being coaxed by this heartless guy in front of him.

Zhou Qingyan was only sixteen or seventeen years old when he said this to Chu Heng for the first time. At that time, several young masters made an appointment to compose poems on a boat upstream to enjoy the scenery. Then Chu Heng accepted the post.

Chu Heng couldn't remember why Zhou Qingyan said this to him. He only remembered the panic in his head after hearing this sentence, and his face burned unreasonably.

Unexpectedly, this heartless guy turned his head and ran to chat and laugh happily with the girl playing the pipa on the boat. Chu Heng just got up a little courage and was stillborn like this.

Under Chu Heng's increasingly deep eyes, Zhou Qingyan finally recalled the "good things" he had done back then, and couldn't help but smile embarrassingly, and changed the subject: "Ziyuan, I'm a little hungry, wash up quickly."

Chu Heng glanced at him a few times, and finally picked up the wet hair that was so hard to untie with one hand, scooped up a ladle of clean water with the other, and rinsed it bit by bit along the soft hair.

Chu Heng's strength was just at the point where he would neither loosen his hair nor pull Zhou Qingyan.

Zhou Qingyan waited not long before he heard the person behind him say, "Get up and put on your clothes."

The man got up to get his clothes indifferently, but suddenly stopped his hands and turned his head. At some point, Chu Heng turned his back to him.

Zhou Qing Yan laughed: "Why are you shy?"

Chu Heng frowned, and really wanted to turn around and find a piece of cloth. Zhou Qingyan wrapped it tightly and sealed his mouth together, and threw it on the bed, lest this scourge would be more disturbing than a sparrow on a branch.

With a sound of brushing, Zhou Qingyan put on his clothes and walked over in the blink of an eye, showing ten white and tender toes, pulling Chu Heng's hair like a child.

"Ziyuan, I'm hungry." Zhou Qingyan blinked those irresistible eyes.

As soon as Chu Heng turned around, he saw that he frowned even more without shoes on, and scolded him in a low voice, "What does it look like without shoes?"

Although it is not cold in the room, it will still catch cold after all.

Zhou Qingyan opened his hands wide open: "You hug me."

Chu Heng had already been tempered by Zhou Qingyan, so he picked him up and walked towards the table with no expression on his face.

Judging from Chu Heng's expression, he probably really wanted to throw him down, but in the end he put it down gently: "When you're hungry, let someone pass the meal."

Zhou Qingyan: "The cook is going to bed early at this hour."

Chu Heng raised his eyebrows. He had never heard of a master who couldn't eat a hot meal at night, and he wasn't a concubine who was squeezed out in the cold palace.

Zhou Qingyan looked completely unaware of what Chu Heng's expression meant, and said pitifully, "You make it for me, I want to eat your noodles."

To be honest, Zhou Qingyan's acting skills in front of Chu Heng are really not that good. Although he has a good face, he can see the weirdness in his eyes at a glance.

It's not that Chu Heng can't see it, but he has been eating this way since he was a child, and he has been eaten to death.

The former Young Master Chu said angrily: "Wait, if you fall asleep..." At the end of the sentence, it seemed like he was grinding his teeth.

Zhou Qingyan, who had succeeded in his scheme, was secretly delighted, and quickly looked at his nose, nose, mouth, and heart, his whole body was full of the word cute.Chu Heng raised his leg and went out.

Just as Zhou Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, the next second Chu Heng's voice sounded again: "Go and put on your shoes, you're not afraid of frostbite, are you?"

Zhou Qingyan's hair suddenly rose, and he agreed repeatedly.

As soon as Chu Heng left, the room fell silent.After Zhou Qingyan put on his shoes, he put on an outer shirt and played with his wet hair boredly.

Soon some servants entered the house and removed the things used for bathing, Ah Qiang came over bouncingly:

"Master, where is the person you just picked up today?"

Behind Ah Qiang, a group of servants moved things in silence.

Zhou Qingyan glanced at it calmly, and there was an unattractive man among the servants: "I'm going back. You go get a Mrs. Tang to cover, it's a little uncomfortable from the cold." He frowned involuntarily as he spoke, and pressed his hands on his chest Not far down.

Ah Qiang left with a sound, and the room became silent again.

in the kitchen.Zhou Qingyan really didn't lie to Chu Heng. There was no one in the kitchen except Chai Fu. Chu Heng put down a bowl of hot noodles neatly, and simply hooked up the soup and prepared to take it out.

Chai Fu was an old man who was always laughing. Seeing this, he asked, "Did you make it for the young master?"

Chu Heng: "Yes."

Chai Fu laughed even more happily: "That's a good thing. The young master only eats a little like that kitten. Most of the time, he is busy with official duties and sleepless for days and nights. How can his body survive?" Chu Heng He paused, remembering the rumors in the capital not long ago.

The owner of the Tianji Pavilion will die soon.

"Is he not in good health?" Chu Heng didn't even know why he asked.

Chai Fu nodded: "It's not easy for the young master to be a big official. A few days ago, he fell ill and had to stick needles all day long, and the tea was full of blood and phlegm."

Chai Fu shook his head while talking.This person has his own dissatisfaction in living in this world. Although little people like them live in poverty, at least they can make a living, eat three meals a day, and enjoy the blessings of their children and grandchildren when they are old.

But the young master looked glamorous now, but in the end, there was no one to bring a cup of hot tea.He looked sad for the past few days.

Old people are prone to chatter, Chai Fu chattered, Chu Heng listened for a while and left---if he didn't leave, his face would be cold.

Bypassing a small pavilion, you can see Zhou Qingyan's yard.

Suddenly, there was another black shadow, this time the black shadow did not flash past, but crouched in the corner concealedly, poking open the paper pasting the window...