Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chi Xiaochi said calmly: "Why do you think so?"

Yan Yuanzhao was slightly serious: "Don't worry about what Liu Ye thinks, Liu Ye wants to know what you think."

Chi Xiaochi remained silent.

"When the Shi family comes to your generation, you are the only one who stands out. Compared with your two cousins, one is a Confucian scholar and the other is mediocre." Yan Yuanzhao said, "If you are interested in that boy , just for fun, don’t take it seriously.”

Having said that, Yan Yuanzhao felt that something was wrong, and he stretched out his hand to hold down the chessboard.

Chi Xiaochi focused on sorting out the relationship between the characters, so he only glanced at him lightly.

Yan Yuanzhao said vigilantly: "If I said this in the past, you would have turned the tables with me. How did you change your sex today?"

Chi Xiaochi said lightly: "I'm going to win this game, what table should I overturn?"

Yan Yuanzhao was immediately aroused: "Master Liu, you can still win?"

Chi Xiaochi: "...May I ask when did you give way?"

Yan Yuanzhao boldly pointed at the place where he placed his son just now: "It was just now."

Chi Xiaochi: "..."

Get out of the gram.

The feudal monarchy got out of the Weiqi world.

In just three rounds, Yan Yuanzhao was completely defeated by Chi Xiaochi.

It was getting late, and Yan Yuanzhao, who was still unsatisfied, was half-pleased and half-thrown out of the general's mansion by the young general Shi with the reason that "the minister wants to go to bed early, and the master will arrange morning classes tomorrow".

After getting into the carriage, Yan Yuanzhao still refused to give up: "See, I let him."

But Qu Ying hesitated to speak: "...the sixth prince."

Yan Yuanzhao went to check what kind of incense was burning in the incense burner of the carriage today: "What's the matter?"

"Chess is chess, wine is wine." Qu Ying whispered, "Qu Ying is bold, don't forget the purpose of your friendship with the major general in the first place."

Yan Yuanzhao put the lotus-petal-shaped bronze cover back to its original place, and remained silent.

He pushed aside the bead curtain with a gold wire fan and looked out.

In front of him is the plaque of the General's Mansion. The glory of "Zhennan General's Mansion" has never faded after seven generations.

"Hong Feng Yi Cai" in Zangshu Pavilion, "Wavelight and Cloud Shadow" in the Three Pavilions, and "Praise Loyalty" in the main hall, more than half of the plaques in the general's mansion are his father's calligraphy, written by himself, and bestowed by himself, what an honor .

But from the appearance alone, the brick walls of the General's Mansion are gray and not decorated with gold and jade. It is low-key and restrained, standing quietly outside the resplendent Wangcheng City.

The Shi family is the fortress and attendant of the Yan family for generations, and they are loyal from beginning to end.

He lowered the curtain and said loudly, "Let's go."

After Chi Xiaochi finished the location, before he had time to catch his breath, another small trouble came.

A-Ling asked: "Young Master, please clean your hands and have dinner."

The food is not bad tonight.One product is yellow croaker filled with soup, one product is boiled cabbage, one product is ham with bean sprouts, one product is steamed meat with flour, one cup of three delicacies soup, and one small bowl of wontons. Take the clearest soup and cook it.

Chi Xiaochi took a look at the dishes, and said, "Give me one dish for each dish."

A-Ling picked up vegetables for him, and said: "It's already delivered. Mister's spleen and stomach are weak, so he gave away some hard-to-digest meat, and added an extra bird's nest."

Chi Xiaochi stared at Ah Ling's hand.

A Ling drew hot water, dipped it in a towel, wrung it out, and wiped Chi Xiaochi's hands: "Young Master, Ziling will do all the things that are on your mind, so please rest assured, Young Master."

Chi Xiaochi's appetite was wiped out, he raised his chopsticks and ate two chopsticks, feeling a bit wasteful, so he said naturally, "You didn't eat either, did you?"

A-Ling smiled, as if he was used to such honors: "Thank you, Young Master."

After all, he quickly fetched the spare bowls and chopsticks, and ate while standing up.

...It seems that Shi Tingyun and Ah Ling are indeed closer.

In contrast, Ah Shu is more verbose.

A Ling's name is Chu Ziling, Ah Shu is from the Bai nationality in southern Xinjiang, and his Han name is Li Yeshu. Obviously, they all come from educated families, which shows how hard his father chose the people around him.

Compared with Li Yeshu, who was possessed by Tang Seng, Chu Ziling is more clever and thoughtful in dealing with people. He is born with a pair of peach blossom smiling eyes, and he smiles without saying a word.

When the wonton soup in Chi Xiaochi's bowl was almost finished, he added it in a timely manner, his eyebrows were curved, and he could tell that he was in a good mood just by looking at it.

Chi Xiaochi asked very gently: "What are you laughing at?"

A Ling said frankly: "Young master's health has improved, and Zi Ling is very happy."

Chi Xiaochi took the soup bowl: "Where did you go just now?"

"My lord remembers Ziling so much, Ziling is very terrified." A-Ling laughed, "But please spare Ziling, my lord. If Ziling is here, the sixth prince will definitely take revenge on the third son last time."

Chi Xiaochi hummed, and ordered: "Clean up the master bedroom, and from now on, the son and master will stay in my room."

This made A Ling stunned for a moment: "Master?"

Chi Xiaochi said in a righteous manner: "Recently, my father often sends letters to report important information on the frontier. I have many things to ask my husband. My father told me to talk to him more often, and to sleep with him on the same bed as a show of respect."

"Yes. Ziling made a note of it." A Ling responded, "It's just Ziling alone, so tidying up will be slower. After dinner, Ziling will send some people from the outer courtyard to help tidy up."

"Where's Ah Shu?"

"Maybe you forgot to sleep?" A-Ling said, "A-Shu's younger sister is doing housework at Qi Yuan's family in the outskirts of the city, and you specifically allow A-Shu to visit her on the thirteenth of every month. Today is the day when A-Shu visits relatives. In order to take care of your body, Ah Shu went out a few hours late. Before he left, he still missed your son and said that he would go to the Turkic caravan to buy some meditation spices for you to use."

Chi Xiaochi remained silent, and secretly wrote down some key sentences, planning to go back to have a good exchange with his husband at night.

But at night, Chi Xiaochi's righteousness was completely emptied.

The young master is unable to move, so the eldest son must take care of him wholeheartedly, including grooming and bathing.

Lou Ying's body is very thin. Due to the lack of sunlight, her skin is pale and her legs are always weak. She needs someone to hold her to take a bath. The wooden barrel is too restrictive to do things, so the two went to Fuzhong Tangchi .

The tattoos on Lou Ying's face are not a glamorous thing, they are usually covered up, and he doesn't want people to know, so Chi Xiaochi specially dismissed the servants.

Everyone in the general's mansion has been trained and knows what to say and what not to say, at most it's just slander.

It is said that this son-in-law has been lying on the bed for a long time, and is afraid of light and cold, so he lives away from people just now, but he also wears a fence at night, probably because of his appearance, so he can't see people.

This body is rather light. After hugging Lou Ying in a bathrobe into the water, Chi Xiaochi followed him into the soup pool, and was a little dizzy from the steam that smelled of sulfur.

He asked Lou Ying: "Is it hot?"

Lou Ying sat by the soup pool, gently cleaning the tattoos on the corners of her eyes: "Fortunately, I don't feel anything in my legs, just a little numb."

Chi Xiaochi quietly took a deep breath, trying to convince himself.

What's the matter, small scene.

When he was young, he went to the bathhouse with Brother Lou, and he almost suffered from dehydration and stroke in the steam room in order to be able to bear the heat better than anyone else. In the end, Brother Lou found out that his condition was not right, so he took the initiative to admit defeat, carried him out, and bought The cold drink stuck to his cheeks to wake him up. When he woke up, Brother Lou held his neck with one hand, opened the can with the other hand, and fed him orange soda.

Chi Xiaochi's heart felt weak after thinking about it, the light fragrance of orange soda was in his mouth, and he became more courageous, so he approached him proactively and wiped his legs and back.

Chi Xiaochi was afraid that he would develop bed sores, so he lifted his legs to cover the key points, and cleaned the base of his legs carefully.

The skin on his body was very fair, and it turned red when he rubbed it. Chi Xiaochi tried his best not to hurt him, but as a result, rubbing turned into touching.

... The air is filled with sulfur, which cannot be suppressed.

Lou Ying bent her body, gritted her teeth and endured it again and again, before clenching her fists and saying softly: "...um. It's done."

Chi Xiaochi felt that he had done a good job, so he turned his head and asked, "Did you wash it?"

Lou Ying tried her best to prop up one leg, blocking part of Chi Xiaochi's line of sight: "For the time being, no need. I'll take a bath by myself, you go and wash it."

Chi Xiaochi was also a little uncomfortable. He rubbed his face that was flushed by the heat, moved to one side, and kept a distance from Lou Ying, so that he felt calmer.

After a while, Lou Ying's tense body relaxed slightly, exhaled, and turned to ask him, "Who do you suspect?"

After Chi Xiaochi relaxed, he swung the water and had fun: "There are problems."

Yan Yuanheng's temperament is too restrained, and his thoughts are not difficult to guess, but no one knows what kind of consequences his thoughts will lead to.

Ah Shu, whose background is a bit embarrassing, will go out regularly, so it is worth paying attention to.

Lou Ying asked, "Where is Ah Ling?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "It remains to be seen. He practiced martial arts, and there are traces of tape wrapped around his hands. Nothing else can be seen, except that he is indeed Shi Tingyun's favorite."

He paused: "Yan Yuanzhao..."

In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with Yan Yuanzhao himself, but he and Shi Tingyun are too close, like brothers, without any barriers, which is a bit weird in itself.

Lou Ying moved at this moment.

With one hand on his side, he took advantage of the buoyancy of the water, came to Chi Xiaochi, and knelt exactly between his knees, forcing him to retreat irrevocably.

Chi Xiaochi choked.

But before his heart beat faster, Lou Ying said, "Yan Yuanzhao."

He put his index finger on Chi Xiaochi's temple.

Qu Ying's conversation with Yan Yuanzhao in the carriage came to his ears.

Lou Ying explained briefly: "I met with him. I put something on him."

With business in mind, the two returned to the room after taking a bath. During this period, they talked all the way and summarized the existing information.

Chi Xiaochi hugged Lou Ying to the bed, placed him properly on the inside, covered him with a thick quilt, turned on the bed, blew out two candles, and rested beside him.

It was not long into spring, and the weather was still a bit chilly. Considering Lou Ying's health, a heater was installed in the house.

Chi Xiaochi was a little hot, so he only covered his waist and abdomen with a single quilt, and put his hand behind his head to think about things.

Lou Ying was close to him, looking at his eyes shining in the dark, and said gently, "Is it hot?"

"Alright."

"Tell you something?"

Chi Xiaochi thought he had found something else: "Tell me."

"Actually, I don't feel anything in my legs." Lou Ying turned sideways and added, "...at the base of my legs."

Chi Xiaochi's hot blood rushed to his head.

Lou Ying said: "If I can take care of you in the future, I will pay attention to this."

While speaking, in the darkness, a cold hand stuck out from the bed, gently grabbed Chi Xiaochi's finger, and squeezed it lightly.

"The palms are sweating." The voice next to the ear carried a smile that made half of the face go numb, "Is it hot?"

Chi Xiaochi didn't speak, and stuffed Lou Ying's hand into his quilt, and tried to pull it out after tucking it in, but the hand was tight, as if he refused to let him go.

Chi Xiaochi pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and handed him his hand.

Slightly sweaty fingers hooked together.

The bones are hard, but the damp palms are soft to the touch.

Perhaps because of thinking too much before going to bed, Chi Xiaochi closed his eyes, and it was just a night of chaotic dreams.

Chi Xiaochi walked alone in a hazy fog of blood, and there was a compelling smell of blood in his nostrils.

He staggered and walked in a city, wearing extremely heavy shackles on his hands and feet, the nails on his hands were gone, they should have been pulled out, he took a breath, and all he spit out was blood, stabbing his throat The hair is sweet and astringent.

He knew very well that this was the original owner's dream, but he couldn't see anything clearly, only the endless chatter of people passing by his ears like the wind.

"Report! Rebellion in southern Xinjiang! General Shi Jinghong was killed by poison!"

"My son... the general..."

"Huangkou boy, can he afford to lead the Beifu army? He won't be able to reorganize the army after fighting!"

It was followed by Ah Shu's voice: "Young master has only been on the battlefield! It's too difficult for him to lead the entire Beifu army."

A-Ling: "I will be by Young Master's side, take good care of home, I will come back, and be with Young Master."

Next came A Ling's joyful voice: "Congratulations, Young Master, for winning the flag!!"

After that, there was a long period of silence.

He walked aimlessly through the blood mist step by step, thinking that he was going to reach the end of the dream, until...

"Shi Tingyun, why do you think Liu Ye made friends with you!?" He suddenly heard a voice hoarse, "It's just because of your surname! Your surname is Shi!"

The wanderer who was still playing chess with him today had a hoarse voice, with a scalp-numbing determination: "...Do you think that I, Yan Yuanzhao, are still your best friend? No! Not from the beginning!"

The scene suddenly changed, and the surrounding blood fog dispersed. Chi Xiaochi was sitting in a prison, looking down at the shackles on his wrists.

There was a creaking sound of the prison door opening.

He turned to the prison door, and a young man in fine clothes walked slowly in front of him and knelt down on one knee in front of him.

The thirteenth prince, Yan Yuanheng.

His temple hair was a little messy, and the corners of his mouth were blood-stained, as if he had just experienced a war.

Chi Xiaochi didn't speak, just looked at him at the same level, muttering words uncontrollably.

Without saying a word, Yan Yuanheng held the back of his neck, massaged it soothingly, and then, a sharp object pressed against Chi Xiaochi's throat.

He struck extremely ruthlessly and quickly, severing his throat with a knife, and blood spurted out in an instant.

The pain of being cut in the neck made Chi Xiaochi jump up from the bed in shock, retched twice on his side, struggled to the ground, threw himself to the desk, pulled a piece of paper, and recalled the murmur in his dream with the residual ink in the inkstone. Talking to himself, with trembling hands, he copied down every word Shi Ting Yunmeng said.

In the end, he threw away the pen, sat down on the chair, took a sip of cold tea, and just calmed down.

Lou Ying sat up from the bed: "What?"

Chi Xiaochi grabbed the rice paper, returned to the bedside, and showed the paper to Lou Ying.

——"The little slave is humble, and dare not defile the prince's golden body."