East China Sea dust

Leaning against the cool and cold wall with his back, the young man with eyelashes drooping, quietly hid in the shadows, carefully listening to the movement from outside.

The girl's fine footsteps sounded, and the weeds on the ground seemed to be compacted little by little with toes, making a soft sound.

As the master gradually approached.A soft and soft voice that was originally vague became clearer: "...Bitao, you were chosen by Nanny Yu to take you here today. Have you seen Madam's appearance clearly?"

"Of course I can see clearly." Another voice answered her firmly.

Zhang Qinglan made a little identification and found that she was one of the maids who carried the copper basin and entered the door after the nurse in charge.

Walking together, taking advantage of the noon when there is nothing to do, and going to the secret place they think they have to say some whispers during the break... The little girls always seem to like to do such things.

"Then tell me quickly," the voice who asked the first question seemed very curious, and hurriedly asked, "Does the new lady look good?"

At this time, the two had already walked to the dry well, and seeing that there was no one around, they stopped in peace.

The slight pain came from where the other party was pinching her arm, Bi Tao looked at the girl standing beside her, and said with some reproach: "Yinghuai, you hurt me... so anxious, how can I not tell you?" ?”

"Okay, I was wrong, I was wrong." Another maid named Ying Huai immediately let go of her hands when she heard her say this, with a flattering smile on her face: "In this way, the nurse will cool down tomorrow For example, I will give you all of my cold cakes, okay?"

Bitao laughed when she heard the words, and didn't continue to play tricks, and said, "That man's appearance can only be called 'not bad', and he is not as beautiful as you and I imagined."

When Yinghuai heard this, a surprised expression appeared on his face.

"When I entered the door, the curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and the whole room was very dark, and I couldn't see anything at all." Bi Tao's words sounded like this: "He was standing in front of us, not a kind person Looks... the hair is messed up and not combed well."

"We are only willing to do everything if we help. We are so lazy that we don't even want to move our fingers when we wash and dress ourselves."

Ying Huai let out a disappointed "Ah".

Seeing that Yinghuai believed her words and became a little bit disappointed, Bi Tao was a little proud.

For the so-called "madam", she is actually a little jealous.

I heard that before the other party married the master, he was just an ordinary person like himself with a poor family. He was very poor by relying on some unrefined handicrafts to make ends meet.

Now, once the sparrows have turned into phoenixes, they will call them these poor little servants in a pompous manner.

Bitao was upset, and added to Yinghuai: "I also heard that he is the only one left in the Zhang family. The fortune teller said that he has evil spirits in his life, and he will restrain his parents and children. I don't know why the master married such a people come in."

"Maybe some kind of magic was used to fascinate the master so deeply."

Yinghuai blinked, but she felt a little anxious when she heard it: "But how did I hear...that person was unwilling to marry, and the master forcibly took him over...?"

Bi Tao immediately glared at Ying Huai: "Nonsense."

"I think you don't want to talk about 'Mrs.'." Bitao stretched out her hand and nodded Yinghuai's eyebrows: "If you ask me, there is no such marriage... There is no matchmaker, no concubine, and even a serious banquet." None."

"Yesterday, the mansion also made some decorations for the wedding room. You go out and ask, who knows that the master married a wife and came home."

Ying Huai was much less courageous than Bitao, her almond eyes widened, and she rushed up to cover the other's mouth: "Don't talk nonsense! Be careful with your tongue."

"Hmph," Bitao pulled Yinghuai's hand that was covering her lips, and teased her, "Coward." In the end, she also kept silent, and did not bring up the topic related to "madame".

Soon, the two maids who were taking a break from their busy schedule were called back to continue working.Without the sound of their chirping conversation, a silent silence was restored in the barren courtyard.

Zhang Qinglan returned along the original road, and before the nanny in charge came back from the kitchen, she turned over the round window and restored the messed up curtains one by one.

Sitting back on the stool thoughtfully, the young man was recalling the conversation he had heard while fiddling with a few red clay porcelain cups casually displayed on the table.

Recalling the gossip that the maid said just now, Zhang Qinglan studied carefully, and found that although the person the other party was discussing was in the name of herself and Ao Zhan, no matter the life experience or family background, it seemed to be fabricated out of thin air. , bears no resemblance to reality.

Zhang Qinglan couldn't empathize with her, so she didn't care much about those unnecessary criticisms.

The young man rested on the round table with slender and fair fingers, gently twisting his fingertips, picked up a thin-walled pottery cup made of red clay, and played with it in the palm of his hand.

Not long after, the door was pulled open again with a soft "click".

Zhang Qinglan pulled back her erratic thoughts, and turned her gaze back to the half-open door... Unexpectedly, Ao Zhan's figure appeared in it, holding a full food box in his hand.

There was an imperceptible surprise in the eyes of the young man.

The man should have just come back from the outside, the hem of his clothes is covered with dust, and the sides of his shoes are covered with dots of mud.

Ao Zhan stepped over the threshold, closed the door with his backhand, and walked in with great strides.

Standing in front of the young man, the man raised his hand and put the food box on the table.

Almost at the same moment, the aroma of the delicate dishes in the food box came out through the gap and diffused into the air.

Zhang Qinglan's attention was instantly attracted by the food box, and there seemed to be a bright light shining in his pupils.

After a while, when he raised his eyes, he learned how to behave, softened his voice, and shouted honestly at Ao Zhan: "Master."

The man pursed his lips and smiled, opened another stool and sat beside Zhang Qinglan.

Leaning over, he kissed the corner of the young man's lips.The man nibbled on his soft and warm nipples, and praised him vaguely: "Good boy."

Immediately, he loosened his teeth, sat back to his original position, and stretched out his hand to open the overstuffed food box.Take out the dishes, bowls and chopsticks one by one, and lay them out on the table.

Most of the meals in the food box are made with fresh seasonal ingredients. They are delicious and delicious, and the appearance is also very delicate and cute, which makes people feel very appetizing.

The rice is pearl rice, a bowl of white and fat, crystal clear, shiny and moist.The ginseng hen soup has been simmered for two hours, and the soup has become clear and full of oil.

Ao Zhan placed the meal in front of Zhang Qinglan with an extremely gentle expression.He raised his hand and pinched the young man's soft earlobe, and said ambiguously: "Madam is working hard, eat more to nourish your body."

The man deliberately lowered his voice low and slow, with the intention of coaxing and comforting.

The result was that the young man holding the job frowned, and even looked at Ao Zhan with confusion and surprise.

Zhang Qinglan silently endured a lot of discomfort, and put a chopstick of fresh bamboo shoots into her mouth.

Ao Zhan sat beside Zhang Qinglan, but he didn't move his chopsticks. His eyes fell on the young man's breasts that bulged when he chewed. His expression was soft and doting.

Feeling such hot eyes, the young man's movement of delivering food to his mouth sped up a little in an instant.

Zhang Qinglan was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help it when Ao Zhan wiped off the oil stains on the corners of his mouth.

Putting the bowls and chopsticks in her hands on the table, Zhang Qinglan reached out and cupped the face of the man beside her.

Frowning, Zhang Qinglan showed a serious look on his face, looking up and down, as if he could tell whether the other party was the real Dragon King of the East China Sea.

...How could Ao Zhan be so gentle to him.

A young man's magnified face suddenly appeared in front of him, and Ao Zhan's expression froze for a moment.

Zhang Qinglan can be described as daring, with dishonest hands, before Ao Zhan could react, she pulled and kneaded Ao Zhan's cheeks.

The palm is gentle, but the fingertips are cold, and there are even sporadic greasy spots, all rubbing against Ao Zhanjian's starry face, ruining it very much.

While making trouble, he still didn't forget to get closer and smell the other person's body, to confirm whether the person in front of him was robbed or not.

Feeling the slight tingling and pulling sensation coming from his cheek, Ao Zhan's face turned dark immediately.

He hugged the casually probing young man by the waist, the gentleness in the man's eyes disappeared completely as if swept by a storm.

His eyes gradually became dangerous, Ao Zhan hugged Zhang Qinglan in his arms, gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you doing?"

Seeing the familiar expression and tone on Ao Zhan again, Zhang Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he let go of his hand, glanced randomly at other corners, pretended to be cute, and insisted: "I didn't do anything."

Ao Zhan pulled Zhang Qinglan's wrist, leaned closer and bit hard on the wrist bone, causing him to gasp in pain.

On the contrary, it was at this time that the youth never struggled.Without saying a word, he let Ao Zhan leave a deep red bite mark on his wrist.

The man's sharp teeth clung to the young man's thin flesh, and after a few more bites, he let go, warning: "Don't be an example."

Zhang Qinglan opened his mouth, wanting to say something.In the end, he didn't say anything, but silently lowered his eyes and replied softly: "Okay."

Zhang Qinglan knows Ao Zhan best.

Naturally, he also understands how to behave to appease and please the other party to the greatest extent.

The whole person shrank back into the man's arms, put his thin chin on the other's shoulder, stretched out his hands to hug Ao Zhan's waist, and rubbed his side face against his chest a few times, with a docile and obedient look.

Feeling the steady heartbeat of the young man in his arms, Ao Zhan let out a light snort.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand to smooth the long hair of the other party's back, stroked it down along the spine, and squeezed the nipples around the young man's waist as if punishing him.