Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

The two looked at each other.

Needless to say, Chi Xiaochi had already made a good guess: "He went to see the pigeons?"

Lou Ying nodded.

Chu Ziling is Shi Tingyun's personal servant, so naturally he can't leave the house casually, but if he wants to gradually build up the trust of the internal forces in Nanjiang, the contact network with Nanjiang must not be broken.

He even went to get poison from the southern Xinjiang people who followed the Turkic caravan into Wangcheng secretly in the middle of the night. It can be seen that meeting and contacting outsiders can only be done occasionally, and he has to make full preparations just in case.

If you really communicate with people outside the government in private, and pass news regularly, it will be difficult not to be discovered.

Therefore, it is not difficult to infer that Chu Ziling secretly raised a pigeon that belonged to him among the dozens of pigeons raised in the general's mansion.

When left and right, Tingyun has full trust in him, and all letters will be sent by him.

Chi Xiaochi picked up the pen, and used the remaining ink from the inkstone to scribble on the paper: "Feed the rice from the general's mansion to the pigeons he raised. He eats this soft rice really well, and he even brought a lunch box to pack it."

Lou Ying couldn't help laughing.

Lou Ying shook the wheelchair closer: "I was very aggressive to him just now."

Chi Xiaochi said indifferently: "How fierce you can be."

Lou Ying laughed.

He doesn't know what he was like in the past, but he likes Chi Xiaochi very much now, he doesn't mind his scheming and calculations at all, and he still likes him very much.

Chi Xiaochi thought of him like this, which made him feel like an idol.

Lou Ying said, "It's time for him to start watching out for me."

Chi Xiaochi concentrated on writing and drawing on the paper: "It's okay, if he dares to attack you, I'll dump his ashes into the sea, the boss is in a graveyard, and he can still feed a seagull or a fish every now and then, human nature Modernization, one-stop service, 360-degree sea view room..."

Chi Xiaochi's mouth is real...

Lou Ying patiently listened to his nonsense and gathered up a bunch of knickknacks of the grave seller, and then said gently: "I'm just a little regretful, I can't help you any more in my current state."

Chi Xiaochi's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to look at him.

Lou Ying is a person with a sense of propriety, he will not easily show his strength, and he knows how to show weakness.

Chi Xiaochi looked at him and said, "You just need to be here."

Lou Ying said with a smile: "This requirement is very simple, it can be more difficult."

Chi Xiaochi said: "Play backgammon with me."

He pushed the gridded paper across.

Lou Ying wrote the pen, and played with him the small games that elementary school students played in the classroom in the military tent.

At night, the couch for two people is still placed in one place.

The marching couch is too small, and two couchs are still not enough when put together.

Shi Tingyun was tall, about eight feet long, with long hands and long feet. He didn't like to sleep on a bed when he was in war. It would be best if he just rolled a bamboo mat, a thin quilt, or a bed on the floor.

However, this time, he was accompanied by Ah Shu, who was in charge of everything.

Ah Shu disagreed with his life and death, saying that he saw a dragonfly on the road today, and the clouds in the evening were low, and it was likely to rain in the evening, and it was easy to get over the cold by sleeping on the ground. Young Master, you don’t feel it now when you’re young, but when you get older If the joints are damaged, that's a big bad thing, and Chi Xiaochi's joints hurt from nagging.

As Ah Shu said, around Xu time, it began to rain lightly outside.

Because it was early spring and it was still a bit chilly, Ah Shu specially took a thick bedding, fed Mrs. Tang, and took good care of the young master.

At about three o'clock in the morning.

After Chu Ziling went to see the pigeon coop and set up the tarpaulin, he was stopped by a few acquaintances who had been on the same battlefield in the past. They chatted and laughed for a while before returning to the son's tent with an oiled paper umbrella.

A flash of fire danced slightly in front of the tent.

Chu Ziling stepped forward with an umbrella and saw that it was Li Yeshu who was lighting the fire.

His face was flushed red by the light of the fire, and there was a burst of ginger fragrance from the small iron pot in front of him.

Chu Ziling took the initiative to go up to say hello: "It's a small treat for myself."

Li Yeshu was sweating finely from the heat of the fire, and couldn't stop fanning the small fan in his hand: "You really have a strong mouth, did you come here because of the smell?"

He took a small porcelain bowl, filled a small spoon and handed it to Chu Ziling.

Chu Ziling took it and joked, "It's so few."

Li Yeshu closed the lid: "This is the purple ginger I bought from the Turkic people. I heard that it is very good for treating stomach cold. You have a different physique from Gongzishi. You don't have a cold stomach, but you still have strong firepower. Drink less and try something new." .”

Chu Ziling paused inconspicuously, and the ginger soup in his mouth flowed all the way into his stomach, but he didn't feel comfortable, he just felt choked up.

When he entered the General's Mansion in the past, he accidentally met a fellow from southern Xinjiang. He should have been delighted, but after getting along, Chu Ziling knew that Li Yeshu's temperament was too sticky, and he was not a big deal.

The same water and soil can support all kinds of people. If you can't count on him, you can't count on him.

Chu Ziling refused to trust anyone except himself.

But seeing that Li Yeshu flattered a foreign race like this, and was still a sinner, Chu Ziling still felt sad and humble.

He has always been good at hiding his emotions, so Li Yeshu didn't notice it, and continued to talk about his new master: "I have learned a lot from serving the young master for half a month. The young master thinks and dreams a lot at night, and is prone to convulsions." , drink some hot soup to fall asleep again. It’s raining today, drinking some ginger soup is the most comfortable.”

He put away the umbrella, squatted into the tarpaulin, and whispered softly: "You are really good to the master."

Li Ye wrote: "This is what we slaves should do."

Chu Ziling didn't answer, but smiled on his face, as if agreeing with him, but sneered in his heart.

... Who is "us" to you?

Chu Ziling made a statement of regret: "I always feel that the master doesn't like me very much."

Li Yeshu didn't care: "It's okay, if something is wrong, just change it. You have never served other masters, so you don't know what those servants are like."

"The general's mansion does not accept young female relatives as slaves. This is the rule, you know." Li Ye wrote, "At that time, Ah Qing was young and had just grown to the height of the table. Ms. Qi's little maid. Ms. Qi has a gentle and quiet temper, and is a good master, but every time I visit relatives, I am always speechless when I hear Ah Qing talking about the affairs of the house. Just last month, there was a servant girl He also grew up with the second son of Qi since he was a child. He took things from his master's house and went out to sell them. He was caught and refused to admit it. Who said half of it was wrong? Everyone said that the Qi family is strict in running the family. Look at our young master again..."

Chu Ziling was thinking about his own concerns, and he was able to listen to Li Yeshu's nagging distractedly, and at key points, he made appropriate "um" and "really?"

If he didn't have this tact and intelligence, he wouldn't be able to please Shi Tingyun.

By the time Li Ye wrote a short essay praising the young master, he had already made several plans.

This person surnamed Yu is really difficult to deal with. He has a bitter temper and is mean. Most importantly, he has sharp eyes and a sensitive mind. He is quite difficult to deal with.

In the past, he didn't go out and didn't even see the light, so Chu Ziling naturally didn't take him seriously.

But things are different now.

But he and the young master go in and out together all day long, and they are very close, so they can't move easily.

Since you can't kill him, then please do as much as you can.

After making up his mind, Li Yeshu also started his concluding speech: "...Young master is already considered generous, if you are in front of other nobles, don't mention calling yourself by his name, 'you' and 'I' indiscriminately. , will be punished.”

This reminder was originally well-intentioned, but it stung Chu Ziling inadvertently.

be punished?

The young master played too much outside when he was young, and he also had to eat rattan, and confessed that he knew his mistakes, and he would take good care of the young master in the future.

When he was ridiculed by Yan Yuanzhao when he was a child for "climbing very high branches" and "being really smooth in life", he still smiled and said that he dared not dare.

Given his blood, did he deserve this treatment?

He calmed down the grievances in his heart properly, and did not let it show on the surface: "I understand. When the ginger soup is ready, I will send it in for the master."

Hearing this, Li Yeshu felt relieved.

After he lost his parents, his grandparents were old and his younger sister was weak. He used to take care of everyone, so he was a little worried. Chu Ziling hadn't been reprimanded by others for a long time. Wouldn't it be difficult to be caught in the middle.

He beamed and said, "Okay, okay. The ginger soup will be cooked later..."

While speaking, he raised his eyes, quickly put down his cattail fan, got up and saluted: "The Thirteenth Prince!"

It was almost the time for Yan Yuanheng to fall asleep every day.He changed into casual clothes, finished washing, sat on the side of the couch for a while, and stopped when he felt a little missing.

In the past, he would have this kind of miss when he was in the palace, but at that time he couldn't leave the palace at will, he lay down, thinking about it, and then fell asleep.

But now, Shi Tingyun was within reach of him just by lifting his foot.

He held up an umbrella and went out, and walked quickly to Shi Tingyun's tent, and saw that there was only one lamp left in his tent, and he must have fallen asleep. One out of ten thousand was weird, he hesitated for a few steps, and was about to leave, but Li Yeshu yelled out, and his heart beat wildly for a while.

He turned around calmly and approached with an umbrella: "Shhh. Suchang has already rested?"

Chu Ziling replied: "To the Thirteenth Prince, yes."

Yan Yuanheng asked casually, "Why so early?"

In his memory, Shi Tingyun loves to laugh and play. Looking back at the city these days, he often went boating on the lake with Liu Huangxiong, listening to the pipa, admiring beauties, returning home in the middle of the night, very happy...

... Brother Sixth Emperor again.

Fortunately, brother Liu Huang didn't go to the border with the army this time, otherwise, if Ting Yun couldn't help himself, maybe he would...

When Yan Yuanheng was faintly amused, he heard Chu Ziling say: "Master, you are not in good health, you need to go to bed early, so you rested accordingly."

Yan Yuanheng's worldview couldn't help being shocked: "..."

Chu Ziling added: "For the past half a month, young master, he has been sleeping with young master every day, resting very early, and the younger ones have a little respect for young master, for being able to subdue young master to this point."

Yan Yuanheng was hit twice in a row and was speechless.

His fingers holding the umbrella tightened subconsciously: "Ting Yun respects the teacher, and he should be rewarded."

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the surroundings, only the sound of rain could be heard.

The three of them invariably thought of Shi Tingyun who dared to pour ink into Dr. Guozijian's snuff bottle when he was young.

This was an exaggeration, the three of them were a bit hypocritical, and even Li Yeshu couldn't boast.

...Ask the question, do you really need to sleep in one place?

However, Yan Yuanheng quickly put away his thoughts.

The two of them are a teacher-student friendship, but he thinks so dirty, which really pollutes this friendship.

Yan Yuanheng turned around to leave, but his heart suddenly moved.

He remembered that he once asked Shi Tingyun who his favorite person was.

Shi Tingyun's answer at the time was: "You haven't seen it."

...Speaking of which, he really hadn't seen that "Yu Fengmian". He only saw a wheelchair from a distance when he was patrolling the camp, and there was a man wearing a fence sitting on it.Judging from the hands on the wheelchair, it was not the white-bearded old man he had imagined.Although she was a little too thin, her warm and cold demeanor was really extraordinary.

Yan Yuanheng had already turned around, so he couldn't turn around and ask further questions, so he had to leave full of doubts.

After Yan Yuanheng returned to the account, his head hurt even more than before leaving.

If Su often likes Ah Ling, the identity gap between master and servant is too great, it is like a natural barrier.

If he likes the sixth emperor brother, the son of the royal family and the general's mansion, how is it possible?Leaving aside whether or not the father will be furious, although the Sixth Brother has no official wife, there has never been a precedent in this dynasty for a Ming media to marry a man as the official wife.

If he likes the one located in Fengmian, that would be even more absurd. It is immoral for a teacher and student to fall in love, and someone will poke the spine.

Yan Yuanheng did a circle, and found that everything from choosing to fill in the blanks to asking and answering were all propositions. His heart was twisted into a ball, and even his stomach was throbbing uncontrollably.

Who does his best friend like?

Every day at Haishi, Yan Yuanheng must fall asleep, and after a while, sleepiness will come back regularly.

He was still thinking about all kinds of things about Shi Tingyun in his mind.

Before falling asleep, all kinds of thoughts in his mind were no longer under control, and a somewhat absurd idea popped up flickeringly:

Comparing and comparing, it seems that only the identity of the sixth emperor brother can match Su Chang.

If Brother Six can do it, then...

He fell into a deep sleep before he had time to grasp that ethereal mood.

Yan Yuanheng fell asleep full of worries, but the person he was thinking about was still not asleep.

The quilt was warm and dry, it was not raining heavily outside, and the rustling sound of hitting the ground made one fall asleep.

When camping today, Lou Ying slept for a while, and is not very sleepy right now.

They listened to the rustling voices outside the camp, and heard Yan Yuanheng coming and going, during which time they spoke without a word, and the sound of the rain outside, it sounded a different kind of warmth.

Chi Xiaochi said: "The bed is really a bit small, it won't squeeze Mr.

The word "Sir" was light and warm when Chi Xiaochi uttered it.

Lou Ying said, "It's okay, I'm thin."

Chi Xiaochi said: "It's too thin, it's time to get fatter."

Lou Ying said: "Two people can't lie down if they are fat."

Chi Xiaochi said: "Then I'll be thinner and be conservative."

Lou Ying said: "Well, you and I are conservative."

Having said that, Chi Xiaochi didn't speak, neither did Lou Ying.

The sound of wind and rain outside the tent is soft and thin, and the only thing that can be heard clearly through the tent is the breathing and heartbeat of the people inside the tent.

Lou Ying was so close to him that she could rub against his bent and tense legs through the quilt.

Over the past half a month, he is still like this, as long as he lies with himself, his body is always unnatural, and Lou Ying always worries that he will hold himself to cramps.

Fortunately, he can still talk to himself in such a relaxed manner.

The sound of the wind and rain outside was a little louder, and the raindrops hit the tarpaulin, making a muffled thumping sound.

Lou Ying began to count Chi Xiaochi's heartbeat.

one two Three.

After a while, Chi Xiaochi asked, "Are you asleep?"

Lou Ying rested her head lightly on Chi Xiaochi's round wooden pillow, looking at his silhouette in the dark: "No."

Both of them have long hair, and the pillows are next to each other. After the hair is loosened, there is a tendency to intertwine, making it difficult to distinguish between you and me.

Chi Xiaochi said, "Then why don't you talk?"

Lou Ying said, "I thought you wanted to sleep."

Chi Xiaochi said: "Sir, go to bed early and get up early, health preservation comes first, look at the thirteen princes, they are all living for their age."

Lou Ying: "Okay, I'll go to bed as you ordered."

He smiled and counted silently to 89.

It was still 79 beats per minute just now.

Are those ten heartbeats beating for yourself?

Lou Ying's gaze became softer, passing through Shi Tingyun's body, quietly watching Chi Xiaochi inside, at the small mole at the end of his eyebrows, the slightly long end of the eyes, and the straight tip of the nose.

He wanted to kiss him with his eyes, say good night, and fall asleep again.

His eyes finally fell on his lips.

He opened and closed his lips, counting.

71, 72, 73...

Lou Ying stared at his silently opening and closing lips, and was stunned for a long time.

...Shouldn't it?

But he couldn't help being curious.

He asked, "...how many times?"

Chi Xiaochi suddenly turned to look at him.

The remaining lamp in the tent was a red candle, which reflected a faint red around him, so Lou Ying couldn't tell whether Chi Xiaochi's face was red or not.

Fortunately, Chi Xiaochi couldn't see his own either.

The only thing they could know was that each other's heartbeat was faster than before.

"Just now it was 73 beats per minute, now..." Chi Xiaochi paused for a while, and then said, "I don't know."

"Just now it was 89 beats per minute." Lou Ying smiled, "Now it's..."

He closed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment: "Ninety, 91..."

Every heartbeat tugged at his heartstrings.

Two hearts, each beating deafeningly in the other's chest.

Chi Xiaochi tried to change the topic: "Mr.'s heart is very active. If you keep it up, you can live to 99."

Lou Ying said: "Then can you ask the young master to count for me all the time beside me?"

Chi Xiaochi didn't speak.

Lou Ying waited.

In fact, he was already prepared to wait for no response, and he was ready to wait, and then fell asleep, and forgot about it after dawn the next day, and started all over again.

Unexpectedly, after a few seconds, there was a voice from Chi Xiaochi.

He said, "...well."

Lou Ying kept reminding herself that Chi Xiaochi used someone else's body.

However, just a simple "um" detonated Lou Ying's rationality.

His legs were weak, but his seemingly weak waist and arm strength had already returned to normal levels. He held Chi Xiaochi's wrist, trying to temporarily extradite his soul from his body.

He wanted to kiss him, really wanted to.

Chi Xiaochi felt a strange sense of detachment, his heart twitched slightly, and he forgot his feelings for a moment, but followed his will, turned over from Shi Tingyun's body, and even used a card on his own initiative to transform into a real body , riding on Lou Ying's waist.

There was a muffled creaking sound from the bed.

Looking down at Lou Ying's face from a high position, Chi Xiaochi was panting badly, his heart beating like an asthma patient.

Lou Ying was a little funny, but more of a distressed one.

He softly comforted: "Listen to me, take a deep breath, take a deep breath, don't be nervous..."

Chi Xiaochi really listened to his words, his chest heaved violently a few times: "Sir, I..."

Lou Ying stretched out her hand to hold his waist: "Slowly, let's slowly.... Are you feeling better?"

Chi Xiaochi nodded, so obedient that Lou Ying wanted to kiss his eyes.

Lou Ying also suppressed her stalled heartbeat: "Bend down. It's not convenient for me..."

Before the words finished, there was the sound of the curtain being lifted from outside, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Chi Xiaochi was shocked, and immediately rolled back into Shi Tingyun's body, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.

Lou Ying: "..."

Chu Ziling had been thinking about pleasing things, just now when he heard the sound of the bed in the tent outside, he thought it was the young master who woke up, Li Yeshu filled a bowl of ginger soup, and he brought it in.

Chu Ziling went straight in, saw that Yu Fengmian had opened his eyes, he knelt down respectfully, and said, "Master, here is some ginger soup, please use it."

The voice from the couch sounded uncertain: "Who allowed you to come in?"

Chu Ziling was startled.

When he made money in the past, the young master acquiesced that he could not say hello.

Besides, he used to see Ah Shu coming in to serve at night, so he didn't knock on the door so as not to disturb the young master's dream in the same room.

Just as he looked up in surprise, he heard a reprimand: "Go out."

Chu Ziling: "..."

Yu Fengmian seemed really angry: "What, do you want me to drive you out?"

Chu Ziling was ashamed and indignant.

This is clearly aimed at him!

Fortunately, he has a good cultivation. After putting down the ginger soup, he apologized politely: "I'm sorry, it's my son... Ah Ling didn't think carefully, and he surprised the master. Ah Ling knew his mistake, so he went out immediately."

He took two steps back, and just about to turn around, he heard a cold voice from behind: "Go and kneel in the rain. Get up in three hours."

It was rare for Chu Ziling to come out full of resentment, which startled Li Yeshu who was confused when he heard the anger outside.

Seeing him kneeling in the mud all over the ground, Li Yeshu was even more puzzled, and asked him what happened and why he offended the master.

This time, Chu Ziling really felt that he was wronged. After listening to him explain the cause and effect of the matter, Li Yeshu was also a little puzzled: "Maybe the master is angry to get up."

Chu Ziling suppressed the churning dissatisfaction in his heart, and tried his best to smile: "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

Li Yeshu took an umbrella and stood beside Chu Ziling to protect him from the rain: "I'll be with you."

Chu Ziling gently pushed him away: "No need. Master Gongzi wants me to kneel in the rain for three hours, that's three hours, not a moment less."

... He must not give Yu Fengmian any chance to criticize him.

Li Yeshu only regarded him as respecting his son and teacher, so he couldn't help being moved, and he stopped mentioning the matter of sheltering from the rain. He boiled ginger soup and brought it to him, and went to find thick clothes for him.

The hot ginger soup burned all the way into the stomach, not only failed to calm down the slightest anger in him, but made his heart more angry.

The mud seeped through the trousers, soaking the knees and making them sticky.

Li Yeshu left and fetched clothes for him, while he stared at the curtain that was blown by the breeze, his eyes seemed calm, but a raging dark fire was burning inside.

After sending Chu Ziling away, Lou Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say something to Chi Xiaochi when she lowered her head, when she realized that he was already fast asleep.

He thought he was faking it until he realized something was wrong and went to the warehouse to take a look.

Chi Xiaochi waved his hand and used a hypnosis card for himself, dream escaped.

……This guy.

Lou Ying was angry and funny.

Why is this person like a rabbit, whenever he encounters danger, he will plunge his head into a hole, and he doesn't know which hole to run to, so it's always hard to find him.

It's not like this usually.

He pulled up the quilt for Chi Xiaochi, couldn't help it, and pinched the tip of his spiritual body's nose.

Feeling the small movement of the spiritual body instinctively shrinking back, Lou Ying softened her heart, and whispered in his ear: "Good night."