Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Lou Ying gently pressed the temple for Chi Xiaochi.

Half an hour ago, Chi Xiaochi finished receiving the world line, opened his eyes, didn't say much, said "I'll sleep first", and fell asleep on his side with his head covered.

The connection that had been interrupted for a long time has not been restored, and Lou Ying has only recovered part of his ability and cannot receive the world line, so he does not know what happened.

He was not in a hurry to know, he embraced Chi Xiaochi's spiritual body from behind, put his arms behind his head, and massaged him silently.

His technique is very professional, but such a posture is not good for blood circulation.

He pressed and kneaded for a while, and then he had to clench his fists to relieve the numbness.

Chi Xiaochi slept for two hours before moving vaguely in Lou Ying's arms.

Lou Ying let go of him naturally, afraid that he would feel uncomfortable.

Chi Xiaochi opened his eyes, took 5 minutes to wake up, and immediately got up and put on his clothes: "Sir, are you awake?"

Lou Ying lay beside him, and asked without answering, "How about the world line?"

"Well, it's a little difficult."

Chi Xiaochi closed his eyes and fastened the loose buttons of his underwear from top to bottom, with a half-smile on his lips: "...but it's a very interesting challenge."

Just like a fighting spirit little fox.

Lou Ying laughed.

He found that he liked Chi Xiaochi's style too much, sat up, took advantage of Chi Xiaochi's eyes closed, and lightly buttoned his underwear from the bottom.

One hand was down, the other was up, and when they were about to meet in the middle, Lou Ying withdrew her hand, and lightly touched Chi Xiaochi's fingertips with her cold fingertips, like a superficial kiss.

Chi Xiaochi felt down and found that the buttons of the hem were well buttoned, so he turned over and got off the bed without thinking about it, and said loudly, "A Ling."

The sky will be bright, and he will set off for the frontier the next day. It is understandable for him to get up earlier.

As a servant, he has to be on duty every night in case his master needs anything.The original owner, Shi Tingyun, has always been kind to the young servants, unless it is related to the confidentiality of the general's residence, and he gets up at night for private matters, he almost never disturbs the rest of the two young servants.

Therefore, when Chu Ziling entered, his eyes were still a bit sleepy: "My lord?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "I'm leaving today, I can't sleep well, I want to get up early."

Chu Ziling fetched his coat and wanted to help him get dressed.

"You don't have to serve me." Chi Xiaochi took the clothes in his hands, put them on hastily, "Go and serve the master."

Chu Ziling was a little surprised.

In the past, this kind of trivial work of serving people closely, the young master would always leave it to Ah Shu.

He remained calm and replied with a smile: "Yes."

He walked to the bed: "Mr. Yu, please."

The frail and pale young man on the bed gave a dignified "hmm", lifted the quilt, opened his hands, and said politely, "Thank you."

When Chu Ziling changed his clothes, his eyes pretended to be inadvertently swept across his face.

The word "national thief" in Southern Xinjiang language was imprinted in the corner of that person's eyes. To those who don't understand Southern Xinjiang language, the tattoo pattern is beautifully shaped, like a flower that has bloomed.

... A sinner, because of his extraordinary talent and learning, can also receive such courtesy in the manor.

As long as you have merit in your hands, you can gain a firm foothold anywhere.

Thinking of this, Chu Ziling said casually: "Young Master and Mr. are together all day long. They are really close. I don't know what they are talking about."

It's just a catchphrase.Chu Ziling looked at Shi Tingyun, with a smile on his lips, and there was a bit of jealousy in his words.

He knew in his heart that Shi Tingyun cultivated himself in this way because he had a different interest in himself.This kind of masculine taste is just an elegant game of the nobles, since that is the case, he doesn't mind playing around with this young man to get closer to him.

Hearing what he said, before Shi Tingyun opened his mouth, Yu Fengmian, who was serving him, turned sideways and stared at him, speaking in a lukewarm tone: "Is this kind of thing you should ask?"

Chu Ziling was taken aback suddenly.

He didn't know much about this son-in-law, he only knew that his background and health were not very good, but he was respected by the son, so he thought he should be a good-natured person.

"Don't use me as a raft for you to please your son." Yu Fengmian's expression and tone did not seem to be angry, but he was just stating the facts lightly, "...recognize your identity."

The word "identity" just stepped on Chu Ziling's pain point.

But Chu Ziling was very determined, not only continued to dress him, but also smiled: "Yes, Mr. Yu. Ziling made a slip of the tongue, and will never do it again in the future."

After speaking, he secretly looked at Shi Tingyun.

Shi Tingyun didn't say a word about it, which Chu Ziling expected.

The other party is the master of the son, considered an elder, and is also very respected by the son. Unlike Yan Yuanzhao, who is of the same generation and a good friend, Shi Tingyun will naturally not turn his face against his husband for himself.

Having said that, Chu Ziling was inevitably a little indescribably depressed.

Being reprimanded by the prince, he can take it lightly. First, the two are actually equal in status. Second, it can make Shi Tingyun feel aggrieved, stand up for him, and indirectly fuel the flames between Yan Yuanzhao and him, causing conflicts. Although It can't be expected to break their relationship, nor can it make them give birth to some small cracks.

However, Chu Ziling was inevitably shocked to be criticized by a sinner with a low status but once ascended to glory.

He didn't dare to underestimate this person's heart and mind any longer, and quietly kept an eye on him, but he didn't notice the gaze cast by Shi Tingyun behind him.

Chi Xiaochi was curious: When did you know that Slag Gong was him?There is no reply from Zhennan Pass yet.

Lou Ying turned sideways, put on her outer robe, staggered away from Chu Ziling who was leaning over to make the bed, and made a mouth-shape: When you asked him who never did chores to do chores.

In fact, he really wanted to say, the moment before you asked him to come in, you could tell just by looking at the way his eyes were all ready to trick someone.

However, anyway, he also likes the little fox's appearance very much, and has no intention of making the little fox correct, so he didn't say it clearly.

Chi Xiaochi walked out: "Where is Ah Shu?"

With his back turned to him, Chu Ziling replied with a smile while spreading the quilt: "Ah Shu is going to get some things close to you. He is new to the battlefield, and he doesn't understand many things. I told him that the things he prepared are in the It won’t be used at all on the battlefield, and he doesn’t want to listen to it.”

Chi Xiaochi simply tied up his long hair with a headband: "Then I will personally ask Mr. A Shu to wash me up."

Chu Ziling smiled: "Sir, go slowly."

Chi Xiaochi went all the way to the place where the boy lived, and paid a little attention to the display screen that had returned to normal function on the way.

Chu Ziling's favorability value for Shi Tingyun is 53, and his regret value is 4, which is perfectly in the range where he can still feel at ease if he eats soft food but hard food.

Chi Xiaochi didn't think about how to deal with Chu Ziling at this stage, he searched the warehouse and found a function card.

Now that there is a world line, some information can be easily obtained.

He used a function card called "World Line Positioning". With this card, he could check what anyone was doing on the original world line.

……

After Shi Tingyun died, Li Yeshu came under the imperial city and presented a blood letter, claiming that he was Li Yeshu, a servant in the general's mansion back then. Let him be buried by the enemy.

Going to the city to beg for corpses, and still being so arrogant, it is tantamount to courting death.

The southern Xinjiang general who guarded the city was quite disdainful.

Martial arts people in southern Xinjiang look down on such weaklings in the Central Plains who do not think about revenge, but take pride in seeking death and martyrdom.

He reported it layer by layer, and presented the blood letter to Chu Ziling, saying that since the man wanted to repay his kindness, he might as well fulfill him and make him a living martyr.

At this time, Chu Ziling's appearance was much thinner than when Shi Tingyun saw him last in the world line.He read the blood book, and then burned it with an oil lamp on one side: "Tell him: If you are an enemy, you are also from southern Xinjiang. What face do you have to be buried for him? Why don't you feel ashamed and slay yourself?"

The general heard that Li Yeshu was from southern Xinjiang, and his murderous intentions became a little weaker: "Don't kill him?"

Chu Ziling said: "I won't kill him. He came here to seek death, but he just wanted to see the young master. Why should I follow his wishes?"

The generals of Nanjiang faithfully conveyed Chu Ziling's words.

Hearing this, Li Yeshu laughed three times, and said to the general: "Then please bury this thing with my son. Please keep it safe, and I will take it back together with my son's bones in a few years. At that time, Ah Shu should commit suicide in front of the tomb, as a thank you for not being guilty of life and death."

After finishing speaking, he took out a sharp knife with a cow's ear from his pocket, stuck it into his mouth, and cut his tongue.

The southern Xinjiang general was shocked, but he couldn't help showing respect for the ambition of this little servant, and told the other young city guards that he would drive him away so that he wouldn't pollute the city gate and make him bow down in pain and vomit blood. Li Yeshu dragged him away, took him home, administered wound medicine, saved his life, and sent him out of the city after his injury stabilized, and lied, your tongue has already been buried with your young master, get lost.

Li Yeshu also knew that he was lying to himself.

The young master always laughed at him for being trivial, if his own tongue were buried with the young master, the young master would probably be annoyed too.

But it doesn't matter.

His flesh and blood, as long as he can guard the young master in a certain corner of Wangcheng City.

Tongue is the least important thing for him now.

Li Yeshu bowed and saluted him, then turned pale and staggered away from Wangcheng.

After that, the Central Plains fell into years of war.

Seven years later, Wangcheng was recaptured by the Imperial City Army.

At that time, Chu Ziling had already left Wangcheng, and the southern border general was captured. When he was chained together and escorted out of the city, a silver-helmed general covered in dust and scars came to him on a white horse. Not far away, he stared at him for a moment, then stopped the team suddenly, and raised his chin with a whip.

The Southern Xinjiang general saw a familiar face.

Li Yeshu also recognized him, grabbed the rein with one hand, and smiled at him.

The Southern Xinjiang general was shocked and led away by the team.

The lieutenant followed up on horseback: "Is this person an old acquaintance of the general?"

Li Yeshu gestured to his lieutenant: don't bury him alive.Give him a good time.

The deputy general nodded, turned his horse's head, and headed towards the executioner.

Li Yeshu paraded through the streets on horseback, announcing his triumphant return.

He has good hearing and can hear people talking about him around him.

"Is he the famous dumb general Li Yeshu?"

"Yes. Look at his bearing, with a silver gun and a white horse, he must be from everyone."

"I heard that he was originally a slave of the General's Mansion."

"Where did you hear such words. In the script, the one who rode a white horse with a silver gun is either Ma Chao or Gao Huaide. They are all first-class generals and heroes. How can they be ordinary people?"

"That's right. I heard that this man kills people like hemp, and every time he goes to the city, he will slaughter all the generals of the southern border. I thought it was some kind of Yasha-like character. Who would want to be born like this... like a scholar."

Li Yeshu bowed his head and smiled, and rode forward.

Please, after the current emperor returns to the court, Li Yeshu asks to go to the son's tomb to have a look.

The son's tomb is located in the imperial city. After the palace where Chu Ziling was originally located, he took off his silver helmet and iron armor, put on a straight cloth robe from the past, cleaned himself up, and went to the tomb.

He knelt down and kowtowed deeply.

Every time he came in front of the young master, he always had endless things to say.

Li Yeshu tried to make a sound: "Ah."

He was amused by the ugly sound he made.

He leaned in front of the tombstone and wrote what he wanted to say on the tombstone with his right hand. He said he regretted it at the beginning, said that he should not have listened to the young master's words and stayed in the housekeeper of the general's mansion, that he should go to southern Xinjiang with the young master, that he Li Yeshu, who is now hated by gods and ghosts, said that his younger sister Ah Qing is now married and has a child, and is doing well. He said that he discovered that as long as he practices hard, a stupid bird can also fly into the sky and become a Kunpeng.

He wrote, I'm sorry, son, it's been seven years since Ah Shu came.

Talking and writing, Li Ye was tired of writing, he lay his pillow in front of his tombstone and closed his eyes, just like he slept outside the son's room every night when he was a child.

In the early morning of the second day, his lieutenant discovered to his horror that Li Yeshu had cut his wrist and died in front of Shi Tingyun's tomb.

He was bleeding all over, the blood seeped into the surrounding soil, and the dark red soaked the half-meter-square ground. Li Yeshu sat in the center of the circle, with his head bowed against the tombstone, with a peaceful expression, as if he was asleep.

No one told him that before Chu Ziling left, he realized that Wangcheng was not safe, so he dug up Shi Tingyun's skeleton, put it in a small coffin, and took it away with the army.

Li Yeshu died in an empty tomb.

But fortunately he left with peace of mind.

The world line stopped, and Chi Xiaochi stood still in front of the window.

Ah Shu's room was lit with candles, and one could see busy figures inside.

Today, Ah Shu is still the same trivial and nagging Ah Shu, with sloppy martial arts skills and no intention of military tactics. He only likes to circle the stove, and every night before going to bed, he must ask what the young master wants for breakfast, lunch, and dinner tomorrow. .

Chi Xiaochi pushed the door open and entered.

When Li Yeshu heard the door knock, he turned around in astonishment: "My lord, why don't you sleep more, the rooster hasn't crowed yet."

Chi Xiaochi said: "I'm not used to it without Master Ah Shu by my side, so it's hard for me to sleep peacefully."

Li Yeshu was amused: "My lord is joking again. You see, the little one brought a mung bean pillow to clear his heart and reduce the fire. The little one chose the best mung beans to make it, and it will be useful."

Chi Xiaochi leaned against the door and looked at him: "You bring these trivial things, they take up space and are heavy, why bother?"

Li Yeshu has his own set of principles: "A poor family is rich, and the outside world is no better than at home. It is better to bring some things with you."

Chi Xiaochi picked up his big bag and inspected it: "Sauce duck?"

Li Yeshu wiped off his sweat: "Young Master likes to eat, so prepare some on the way."

Chi Xiaochi picked up another one: "Preserved apricot?"

Li Yeshu: "The carriage on the road is bumpy, and the young master is weak, so he may not be able to bear it. Prepare some sour food to whet your appetite."

Chi Xiaochi picked up a red talisman placed on the bed: "What is this?"

"It was sent by Ah Qing overnight." Li Yeshu looked up and said with a smile, "She went to Qingyuan Temple to ask for it, and asked the master to consecrate it, and let me pass it on to you. I wish you a safe trip, and you can't get close with swords, guns, swords and halberds. .”

Chi Xiaochi held the talisman: "She has a heart. What about yours, she didn't ask for one for you?"

Li Yeshu scratched his head: "She originally asked, but I specifically told her not to ask, for fear that asking for two would not work."

Chi Xiaochi held the talisman in his hand: "A Shu, you are too trivial."

Li Yeshu didn't mind either: "It would be nice if I could do something for the young master."

Chi Xiaochi threw the talisman at him: "If you want to do something for me, you might as well be my deputy."

Li Yeshu reached out to catch it, a little puzzled: "Isn't there Ah Ling here, just worry about your son's food and daily life."

Chi Xiaochi asked: "Do you just want to be a servant who serves others all your life?"

Li Yeshu is not stupid, he knows that the young master intends to flatter him, but he still shook his head and said honestly: "As long as he is the young master's servant, Ah Shu is willing."

Chi Xiaochi lowered his eyes: "Then I will fight for immortality, and I want you to serve me forever."

Because of this sentence, Chi Xiaochi got into a catastrophe.

From serving him to dress, to washing, to having breakfast, to leading the horses to set off, to leading the army in the imperial city, and then leaving the city, Li Yeshu never stopped talking. Xiaochi poohed a hundred times, spit out all the bad luck.

Chi Xiaochi had a bitter face from the nagging, but he listened to every word of his nagging seriously, and tried to pretend that he couldn't see Yan Yuanheng looking back frequently.