The sick beauty has caught the bamboo horse

Storytelling can be regarded as a kind of thing that can be appreciated by both refined and popular people in the original country. No matter men, women, old or young, high-ranking officials and poor families, most of them like to listen to the story of the three-foot gavel tree.

The largest listening library in Beijing has three floors. The round tables on the first floor are filled with refreshments and kettles for the guests to rest and listen to books. The second floor is one by one. The first-class silks and satins replace the heavy doorknobs, all distinguished guests. All inside.

As for the third floor, a total of two rooms happen to be facing each other. The nanmu door is carved with fine patterns, and refreshing spices faintly radiate from the room.

The two rooms on the third floor will not be used easily, and it is said that they are specially prepared by the shopkeeper for senior officials of Lord Hou.But the serious Marquis and high-ranking officials don't have time to condescend to come here to listen to books, so the third floor has been vacant.

But now I don't know which gust of wind is blowing.First, a "distinguished guest" came forward and invited Mr. Wenquan, a well-known storyteller in the whole capital, and then paid a huge sum of money to rent the third floor as the room on the left.

On the third floor, Zhou Qingyan was lying on Chu Heng's lap, being served by a pretty maid beside him from time to time, and said, "Ziyuan, I haven't seen you for a few years, so your thighs are much thicker than before." Very comfortable .

Chu Heng couldn't help but take a deep breath, and suddenly became angry, and then he handed a cup of tea with thin smoke to Chu Heng's eyes.

The one serving the tea was the girl next to Zhou Qingyan who was on duty with Ah Qiang. Her name was A Lian, which was said to mean taking the clear water from lotus flowers in summer to produce hibiscus.

A-Lian can be said to come out of the mud without being stained, to be clean without being demonic, at this moment she smiled lightly: "Master, drink tea."

Chu Heng frowned: "Why did you suddenly let me drink tea?"

A-Lian's smile remained unchanged: "Clear tea is out of the water."

Chu Heng was speechless, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at a guy on his lap who was waiting for the maid to feed grapes—even the maid knew how irritating his master was.

Zhou Qingyan smiled like a little fox who got a bargain and blinked: "Why are you so serious when you come out to listen to the book? Here, I'll eat grapes for you."

The man's two slender white fingers pinched one of the crystal clear grapes and stuffed it into Chu Heng's mouth at lightning speed. The tender fingertips inadvertently touched Chu Heng's lips, making the latter instantly There was a freeze.

Chu Heng's ears turned red at some point.The culprit didn't have the slightest sense of causing trouble, he waved his hand to let the serving maid go out, took the grapes and threw them into his mouth.

The same fingertips were slightly inserted into Zhou Qingyan's mouth...

Zhou Qingyan didn't like to clear the stage when listening to books, and there was already a lot of applause waiting for Mr. Wenquan to appear on the stage. The man also became interested, and inadvertently turned around and froze: "Ziyuan, why are you blushing?"

"Zhou Qingyan!" When Chu Heng was in distress, he suddenly pushed Zhou Qingyan away and retreated.I saw the man blushed all the way from his cheeks to his ears for some reason, his eyes slightly dodged, and he looked inexplicably embarrassed.

All of a sudden, without a comfortable pillow, Zhou Qingyan was slightly taken aback, but then felt that Chu Heng's embarrassed appearance became more and more interesting, and stood up with his hands and approached Chu Heng.

"Ziyuan, are you sick because your face is so red? Let me take a look." Zhou Qingyan's tone was full of concern, but only Chu Heng, who was very familiar with him, could hear it. meaning.

Chu Heng backed away helplessly.

But the room is only that big, and it's not possible to use light kung fu to escape from the outside.Chu Heng's back hit the wall unexpectedly, Zhou Qingyan approached immediately, raised his head and stared at Chu Heng.

"Huh?" Zhou Qingyan blinked.

Chu Heng was a little dazed.I haven't seen this person for three years, but he is even more unrestrained than before. He hangs around among the flowers all day, and he has never seen him in good shape.

It was like this three years ago, and it will still be like this three years later... Then what do his thoughts and thoughts for the past three years count as?

Chu Heng suddenly felt wronged for no reason, and the man's eyes darkened, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhou Qingyan's wrist.

Zhou Qingyan immediately froze in place: "Zi, Ziyuan?".He suddenly saw Chu Heng's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

Ziyuan will only do it when he is really angry, and usually the consequences will be very tragic if he is really angry.

Zhou Qingyan suddenly flinched.

Chu Heng squeezed Zhou Qingyan's hand harder and harder, and the latter couldn't help shrinking back a little.Chu Heng seemed to wake up from some kind of nightmare, and stared straight at Zhou Qingyan.

Zhou Qingyan had seen that look before, just three years ago.

"Ziyuan, let me go first." Zhou Qingyan couldn't stop trembling in his bones, his breath was a little unsteady but he said calmly.

Chu Heng desperately squeezed Zhou Qingyan's hand and slowly released it. There seemed to be a huge storm in the man's eyes, but he was firmly pressed in the deepest part of Yan Yantan by some unknown force.

After a long while, Chu Heng threw Zhou Qingyan's hand away suddenly without opening his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "It is said that the national teacher will resign from the emperor's office soon, and I think you are alive and well now."

A Lian was just about to speak when she was stopped by Zhou Qingyan's eyes.Alian looked at Zhou Qingyan with hesitant eyes, but the latter shrugged as if he didn't care.

Chu Heng opened his eyes and said indifferently: "Tell me, what is the purpose of bringing me here to listen to books, is it about this storyteller or this listening library?"

Zhou Qingyan walked slowly to Chu Heng's side --- but did not rest on his lap.Suddenly, Chu Heng turned his head and saw Zhou Qingyan's cold side face, and he pursed his lips tightly.

Somehow, there is a trace of regret for saying such heavy words.

Zhou Qingyan: "I guessed half right."

Chu Heng frowned: "What?"

It just so happened that unprecedented cheers came from the first floor below. A-Lian slowly opened the thick door and lowered the curtain. Layers of curtains covered the face of the owner of the house, but she could clearly hear the voices outside.

The sound of the three-foot gavel resounded crisply, and Mr. Wenquan began to talk about "The Legend of Beauty", which has been widely circulated in the capital recently. The name sounds like a favorite script of a boudoir daughter's family.

Zhou Qingyan signaled Chu Heng to listen carefully.

Chu Heng listened attentively for a while, and the shock in his eyes was beyond words: "This..."

"The Legend of the Confidante" is about a general who is loyal to the country and has a confidante, who knows that the general returns from victory and finds out that the confidante is forced to marry the current emperor. An excuse to execute the general.

The girl knew that Hou Tunjin committed suicide, and the souls of the two returned to the world after death.The general formed an army of kings of subjugation to destroy the entire country with the help of the woman.

All living beings are devastated, and thousands of ghosts howl.

It is indeed related to "beauty", but the point is not "beautiful".This is a book of rebellion!

The first thing Chu Heng thought about was whether the emperor knew that Zhou Qingyan had deliberately let people spread such a story, and the second thing he thought about was what kind of storyteller would have the courage to say such a book.

Before Chu Heng could look down, Zhou Qingyan held down his shoulder.

The man turned his head subconsciously, and caught a glimpse of Zhou Qingyan's eyes that were so calm and devoid of emotion --- his heart shuddered, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhou Qingyan said: "Don't worry, didn't you ask me what I am here to listen to? I'm fishing."

As soon as the words fell, there was a shrill voice at the door: "I don't know which young master is sitting in this room, my master would like to ask you to borrow a step."

A-Lian replied politely: "My son doesn't see any outsiders, please go back."

Zhou Qingyan gently mouthed to Chu Heng: The fish is here.

The person outside the door still refused to let go: "My lord, forgive me for being presumptuous. My father really appreciates you and wants to have a chat with you. There is absolutely no other intention."

The attitude of this statement is low enough that no one can think of any reason to refuse.

A-Lian immediately said loudly: "In that case, please leave a message, my young master will attend the appointment at that time."

The people outside the house were overjoyed, but after a while, the door was opened and a post with exquisite workmanship was sent up.A-Lian respectfully submitted the post: "My lord."

Zhou Qingyan took the post, and stroked the gold thread on the post with his index finger, thoughtfully: "It's luxurious."

Chu Heng's pupils were always stuck to Zhou Qingyan's hand, and his brows furrowed uncontrollably as if he couldn't control it.

It is true that the gold thread is expensive, but it is far inferior to the softness of silk. Isn't it afraid of being cut if you just touch it like this?

The cool wind came out from the crack in the door, Zhou Qingyan was about to say something suddenly and took a big breath of the cool wind, when his expression changed suddenly.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" Zhou Qingyan coughed so hard that he bent over, the breath stuck in his throat and he couldn't move it up or down.

Before Chu Heng could react, he had already hugged him tightly: "What's going on? How did you cough so well?"

"Zhou Qingyan, Zhou Qingyan!"

Alian's complexion changed drastically for some reason, and she hurried over: "Young master! You seem to be sick!" The latter sentence was addressed to Chu Heng, and her tone was full of panic.

Zhou Qingyan's face was very painful, and his brows were all wrinkled together.Covering his mouth with one hand, the sound of coughing continuously flowed out from between his fingers, his chest heaved violently and tried to breathe, but his face couldn't stop turning red.

He really wanted to say: No, I didn't get sick.But as soon as he opened his throat, there was a stabbing pain in his chest. For a moment, Zhou Qingyan even felt that his eyes suddenly went dark.

Alian hastily took out a small jade bottle from the sachet, shook out a pill and fed it to Zhou Qingyan's mouth, but the latter pushed it away.

Chu Heng frowned tightly: "Take medicine, be obedient!"

Zhou Qingyan really wanted to yell back: Do you know how rare that medicine is?A guy who doesn't hurt his back when he stands and talks!But still coughing too hard to speak.

Chu Heng's eyes narrowed: "Go and close the door."

A-Lian hurried to close the door with a bang.The cold wind was cut off in an instant.

Chu Heng patted Zhou Qingyan's back lightly, and clearly felt the breathing of the person in his arms gradually calm down.Chu Heng's eyes dimmed slightly.

Zhou Qingyan likes to wear loose clothes when he has nothing to do on weekdays, and only changes into a strong outfit when he is practicing martial arts or going to the battlefield.The loose clothes covered the thin body of the young man.

The arc from Chu Heng's palm made his heart twitch uncontrollably.

Zhou Qingyan recovered with difficulty, turned his head and gave A-Lian a hard look: "I said it's fine, you prodigal girl!" I didn't know that the medicine was hard to come by, so I took it out if there was anything to do.

A-Lian was about to cry, but now she laughed and scolded him.It made Zhou Qingyan roll his eyes again.

Zhou Qingyan let out a deep breath and broke away from Chu Heng's embrace, lowered his head slightly to arrange his clothes, unable to see his expression clearly, and said lightly after a while: "Thank you."

Chu Heng's "It's okay" immediately stuck in his throat.

Zhou Qingyan asked A-Lian: "What happened underneath?"

A-Lian shook her head: "No, our people have been protecting Mr. Wen Wenquan in the dark, right? It seems that the other party has not acted yet."

"It's calm." Zhou Qingyan sneered, he had a special feeling when he did this action, cold and rustling, "It's a pity that the family is not up to date. '

Chu Heng couldn't understand a word of these words, and he was still at a loss when he returned to the Zhou Mansion.

Zhou Qingyan turned around and signaled Alian to close the door: "I'll sleep for a while, and I won't see anyone coming."

A-Lian had no choice but to send a helpless look to Chu Heng, and gently closed the door.There was a closed door in front of Chu Heng, his eyes were dim, and his fists were clenched for a while before they were released.

He still couldn't stand Zhou Qingyan's attitude of playing in the world, but the way this man coughed before made him feel distressed.

In Chu Heng's courtyard, a maid has already made tea, and the well-behaved maid served hot tea: "Young master, please use it."

Chu Heng was a little dazed.He knows this tea without drinking it --- it is Biluochun, his favorite tea in the past.Biluochun is produced every year, but it is really not easy to get the best new tea in Biluochun.

Chu Heng only felt that he was upset. On the one hand, he regretted that he said harsh words, and on the other hand, his eyes hurt when he saw Zhou Qingyan's appearance as a "talented talent".

After a while, Chu Heng asked, "Is this tea available to everyone in the mansion?"

The maid's eyes were surprised, how could everyone have such good tea: "No, this is what the young master told Miss Ah Qiang to give it to us not long ago."

Chu Heng waved his hand to signal her to back off, but after drinking a sip of hot tea, he became restless.

Suddenly, Chu Heng stood up and walked out.It was he who said the wrong thing, so I have to apologize to him anyway, that person is very difficult to coax when he is angry.Chu Heng had a headache while walking.

On the other hand, Zhou Qingyan was indeed a little tired. Although he didn't cough, his chest still ached.He has long been used to this body that goes wrong from time to time, and he usually forgets it when he falls asleep.

But today I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Zhou Qingyan lifted the quilt and muttered in a low voice: "That ancestor." Maybe he is scolding him behind his back now! ,

"Alian." Zhou Qingyan put on his coat casually.

A-Lian came in in response: "My lord, what are your orders?"

"Go out and buy some flour and vinegar and come back."

A-Lian was puzzled: "My lord, there are flour and vinegar in the kitchen, just tell me what you want to eat."

Zhou Qingyan: "If you don't go to the big kitchen, just buy some and put them in the small kitchen in our courtyard." How could he have the nerve to go into the kitchen and cook with the cooks?

A-Lian responded, and couldn't help asking: "Are you going to make a meal?"

Zhou Qingyan curled his lips: "Make dumplings to apologize to that ancestor."