Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Can't sleep.

Chi Xiaochi got up with his clothes on, lit a candle, and wrapped his husband in a fur cloak for fear that he would catch a cold.

After hearing him talk about the dream in detail, Lou Ying frowned: "Do you think about it every day? Or is Shi Tingyun trying to remind us of something?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "No matter what the situation is, there is one thing to do now."

He said, "Write the notes."

Lou Ying answered: "Go to Zhennan Pass."

Chi Xiaochi raised an eyebrow at Lou Ying, and called out, "A Ling! A Shu!"

"Zhennan Pass?"

Ah Shu, who was taking a nap outside, was dizzy after being called in, but when he first heard this, he immediately became more energetic: "But what happened to the general?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "It's still fun to live a happy life for a month or two. I'm tired of being so careless all the time. I had a dream tonight. I woke up and missed my father very much, so I wanted to go to Zhennanguan to accompany my father. , do your best to be filial.”

Hearing that there was no war, Ah Shu seemed to be relieved, and sighed: "Young master, why did you bring this up again? Last time you came back from Zhennan Pass, you were covered with injuries, and the injuries on your legs took a long time to heal. When the disease comes, it makes people afraid of people. Ah Shu hopes that the frontier will be safe forever, that you can stay at home every day, do less things with swords and guns, hire a young wife as soon as possible, and spread the branches and leaves..."

A Shu's nagging made Chi Xiaochi's heart burn.

"Okay, okay, I know that I am the only hope in our Shijia Village." Chi Xiaochi said with a smile, holding his chin, "Please Master Ah Shu grind the ink for me, so I can hand over the papers tomorrow morning."

Ah Shu: "..." Alas.

"Why are you on duty at night?" Chi Xiaochi asked casually, "Where is Ah Ling?"

Ah Shu walked to the desk, took the ink ingot, poured water into the inkstone, and after grinding the inkstone, he took the empty notebook and stood by the side: "According to the rules, I will return to the residence before the curfew. Ah Ling has been staying in the middle of the night, I saw that he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, so I asked him to rest first, and I will wait on you in the second half of the night."

Chi Xiaochi said: "You don't have to wait here, I have to discuss with the young master about the memorial."

Ah Shu responded, came to the side of the bed, and helped the young master out of bed.

Chi Xiaochi spread out the notebook and asked behind his back: "Ashu, how is your sister?"

Ah Shu seemed to be thinking about his own thoughts. He was stunned for a moment, before he smiled and said, "Thanks to my lord, Ah Qing is fine. He has grown a lot recently, and his needlework has improved a lot compared to a month ago. She has always said that she wants to follow the tradition of southern Xinjiang and make a blessing for the young master. Wearing it on her body will make her invulnerable. I still laugh at her. I haven't seen many people in Southern Xinjiang, so why do they act like that in Southern Xinjiang..."

Chi Xiaochi said: "She has a heart."

"Young Master, why are you so polite?" A Shu helped Lou Ying sit down in the wheelchair, "Back then, Ah Qing and her grandfather and grandmother both got sick. If it wasn't for the help of Young Master, Ah Qing would still be alive now. Ah Shu is grateful to Young Master Ende, this life belongs to the young master, if you want, you can take it at any time."

"Go, go, what do I want your life for." Chi Xiaochi said, "You are nagging, you are not very old, you look like a little old man."

The little old man Ah Shu smiled a little shyly, revealing two dimples, and immediately closed the door and left.

The door was closed, and Li Yeshu walked around twice in front of the door, as if he had made up his mind, he turned and walked out of the courtyard, gave instructions to the two servants guarding outside the courtyard in a low voice, and returned to his hut.

The Shi family treated their servants kindly, and most of the servants in the inner courtyard lived in their own houses.

He put on a thicker coat, and after hastily dressed, he opened the suitcase under the bed, took out a wooden box, opened it, and found that there were stacks of bank notes inside, which seemed to be a lot of money.

He locked the box with a small lock, walked to the door, stopped for a while, turned back, took out another small box from the box, and before he even had time to look at it, he leaned on the table next to him, holding the inkstone in it. Remnant ink wrote a few lines of strong and beautiful characters, folded the paper three times, stuffed it into a small box, locked them together, took the waist card of the General's Mansion, and went to the back door of the General's Mansion.

Uncle Huang who was guarding the back door opened the door for him with a yawn: "Ah Shu, where are you going?"

Li Yeshu lowered his head, holding two wooden boxes, one large and one small, stomping his feet twice as if afraid of the cold: "Master asked me to do something."

Li Yeshu is a close friend of the major general, and he is honest and well-behaved. Uncle Huang didn't doubt him, so he let him go out, and he didn't forget to remind him: "Curfew, don't forget to bring your waist card. I will leave the door for you. When will you return?"

Li Yeshu looked up at the sky, and replied, "Before the fourth watch."

After saying that, he hugged the box and disappeared into the night.

As soon as Ah Shu left, Chi Xiaochi turned to ask for advice: "Sir, how do you write the memorial?"

In the final analysis, Chi Xiaochi just dropped out of high school and never wrote an application for joining the party.

The rumbling sound of the wheelchair came from beside the bed.

Chi Xiaochi immediately faced the table, pushed the memorial to the side, and waited for his husband to go into battle in person to preach and teach.

Under the shadow of the lamp, a tiger skin cloak spread out, gently encircling Chi Xiaochi from behind, like a fish in a net.

A slightly cold hand held his right hand, guiding him to push the memorial back to his eyes, and guiding him to hold the brush.

Lou Ying whispered in his ear: "I have always believed that it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish."

Chi Xiaochi, who was still thinking about things, was gripped to the point where he lost all thoughts. For a while, his mind was full of which one was better, braised carp or steamed sea bass.

Lou Ying guided him to write the title, sign it, and asked him: "Will it be uncomfortable to hold it like this?"

Chi Xiaochi shook his head.

"Won't you want to throw up?"

Chi Xiaochi shook his head.

On the top of Lou Ying's right hand was written a respectful speech to the emperor, while his left hand gently caught his pulse: "Your complexion is fine, but your heartbeat is a little fast."

While doing business, he sighed: "In the past, it could be monitored in real time, but now it can only be touched."

As he spoke, he praised Chi Xiaochi: "You're so good."

Finding that Chi Xiaochi was a bit out of breath, Lou Ying stopped teasing him, and just thought about why he was so cute.

He suppressed Chi Xiaochi's pulse with one hand, and with the other hand, ink characters flowed out from the end of the pen, quite chic and pleasant, just like Shi Tingyun's handwriting in the past.

Imitation was not difficult for him, he learned it after just a few glances.

The memorial was written very concisely, and the reasons were very fair and aboveboard. He said that Shi Tingyun did not want to waste his time, and was willing to go to the army to practice, to serve the monarch, and to fulfill the responsibilities of his family.

If the original owner's dream is true, then the catastrophe of the Shi family will begin with poisoning.

To live a new life, they must at least stay by Shifu's side to preserve Shifu's life.

After Chi Xiaochi calmed down, he examined the writing on the paper and saw that he had mentioned himself in the memorial, so he couldn't help being surprised: "Are you going too?"

Lou Ying rested her chin lightly on Chi Xiaochi's shoulder, carefully watching where the pen was written: "I have to watch you."

"The frontier is very bitter." Chi Xiaochi moved his body, wanting to tell him to look at him and think about it, "Besides, the world line is not clear, who knows if the target of the mission is the ghost or someone else. You leave In Wangcheng, it can also help me guard the rear."

"No need." Lou Ying remained calm, "We will get the world line."

Chi Xiaochi: "Sir, is there a way to go back?"

Lou Ying said, "No."

"That……"

"I can't get over the mountain, and neither can I." Lou Ying said firmly, "But someone will find a way. Don't worry."

On the afternoon of the day when this memorial was handed over, the emperor sent a decree to stop the cloud and enter the palace to meet each other in the imperial study.

Noticing that the emperor had called several princes to come, Chi Xiaochi felt three points in his heart, his expression remained unchanged, but his brows were slightly frowned in his heart.

"...Zhennan Pass?" Yan Yuanzhao, who didn't know about it, changed slightly after hearing about Shi Tingyun's invitation, "But what's going on?"

The emperor said: "No. It is Tingyun who invited him to go to the border. Shiqing is away all the year round, Tingyun's heart is for his father, for his family and country, pure loyalty and filial piety, it is touching."

Several princes looked at each other two by two, vaguely guessing something.

Some bowed their heads in silence, while others flickered.

It is a great honor to go to the army to practice. When the emperor was still a prince, he also served in the Beifu army for two years when the border was stable and peaceful. First, he made a lot of military exploits, and second, he also understood the hardships of border soldiers. , Three times there is glory on the face, today the emperor specially summoned all the princes to come, and his intention is obvious.

Yan Yuanzhao hesitated for a while, thought about it, and was about to step out: "My son..."

Yan Yuanheng stepped out behind him, and calmly cupped his hands and said, "Father, my son is willing to go."

Yan Yuanzhao's steps froze, he stood firm, and said with a smile: "Since the thirteenth brother is willing to go, I won't take others' favors."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yuanzhao turned his head and blinked frivolously at Yan Yuanheng.

Yan Yuanheng still had the well-behaved appearance of white snow and green pine, his figure was like a bayonet wiped by snow.

Yan Yuanzhao was bored, turned his head, and glanced at Shi Tingyun.

...Don't leave for a while, Master Liu wants to hear your explanation.

Seeing that Yan Yuanheng went voluntarily, the emperor was very pleased, and rewarded the little general Shi with a sword, and ordered Yan Yuanheng to tidy up and leave half a month later.

Chi Xiaochi said thank you, but his heart was not easy.

This was exactly what Chi Xiaochi was worried about.

If the strange dream last night was real, who knows when General Shi will be poisoned?

This matter is imminent, but if I go to Zhennanguan without the emperor's permission, given the status of the Shi family, it will inevitably cause some discussions and damage the reputation of the Shi family.

Now the opponent's game may have started, if you want not to fall into the trap, you need intelligence on the one hand, and take the initiative to attack on the other hand.

It is not easy to obtain information.

In order to avoid causing criticism, the Shi family kept their lives quite clean, and rarely got involved in court affairs, let alone cultivated their own influence. There were very few intelligence networks in Beijing and China, so in the final analysis, they still needed a world line if they wanted to see the whole picture of the incident.

Fortunately, Chi Xiaochi never counts on luck. It is best to have a world line. If not, look for another way out.

If you take the initiative to attack, who should you attack first?

Is it Li Yeshu who went out privately last night, Chu Ziling who said he went back to his room to rest but was not actually in the room, Yan Yuanzhao who made friends with the original owner out of selfish desires, or Yan Yuanheng who volunteered to go to the border?

In the main god space.

089 is sitting in 023's office, the light blue light pattern of the light brain is projected on the white shirts of the two, creating circles of ripples like sea water.

089 sent out the docking signal for the seventh time, but it still showed that the docking failed.

023 asked him: "Still haven't contacted 61?"

089 put down the communicator, and said sadly: "Yes. Dad is very sad, and he will only contact me when he needs living expenses."

023 has long been familiar with his many scenes, lowered his head and clicked the button of the game console, and said, "The signal is bad, right? Besides, 61 is doing a task, so why don't you drag him to work with you?"

089 condemned: "You don't care about him."

023: "What do I care about him?"

089 sighed: "That's right. I can't help my mother."

023 remained expressionless, without raising his head, and kicked his wheelchair out.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, 089 grabbed his bare ankle, and the two wheelchairs slid out together, hit the wall with two bangs, and both rolled over.

023 struggled to get up, and found that the bird he had played for more than 3000 points hit the wall headfirst, and a big "GameOver" was displayed on the screen.

023 was so angry that he kicked 089. 089 patiently grabbed his calf, supported his back, hugged him facing himself, and put him on the desk: "Okay, okay, Pay you, pay you."

023 took the books on the table and threw him: "Who are you kidding?"

089: "I'll do ten night shifts for you, how about it?"

023 snorted: "Don't even think about it, if you use your brain to download GV, you can download hundreds of G in one night, it's so cheap, it's a good idea."

089 said: "Then I'll call you back?"

023 threw the game console to him: "3217 points. If you can't get it back, don't go out of this door today."

089 sighed, picked up the game console, and manipulated the bird to move up and down lightly.

023 asked him to stay here to play games, went out by himself, took two steps and turned back, and said fiercely: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

089 hurriedly said, "Curry."

023 muttered: "You are so beautiful. Curry."

After all, he closed the door and walked towards the supermarket.

Sitting alone in an empty room, 089 was humming, playing games, and thinking about things.

Last time, when 061 returned to the space, he obviously used the amulet he gave him.

At that time, he suspected that the person "in a short while" had tampered with 61 and stumbled, but failed.

So this time, he deliberately kept an eye out, and started to look for opportunities to contact 61 after the next mission started, but all the signals he sent fell into the sea, and there was no more news.

It seems that there is trouble again.

089 controls the bird in the game with one hand, strokes the tear mole under his eyes with the other, and slowly thinks about how to deal with it.

After half an hour.

When 023 returned to the office with two curries, the office was already empty, and 023's game console lay quietly on the table, and the game screen on it showed a pause.

3217 points, one point is not much, one point is not much.

023 picked up the game console, with the warmth of that person's palm still on it.

……Where did he go?