Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 42

Su Changliu's drinking capacity is really only one cup. At this time, he looked at Tang Su ignorantly. Tang Su felt that Su Changliu's expression was rare, so he got some naughty thoughts, and stretched out his index finger to Su Changliu. Leave a poke on the cheek.

"...Huh?" Su Changliu blinked slowly, a little unresponsive, and poked Tang Su's face with his finger.

"...Pfft! Hahahaha!" Tang Su laughed so hard that he lay on the table and couldn't get up, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and he kept patting the table with one hand, almost shaking the dishes beside the table. .

Did Qing Yan react so cutely when he was drunk? My God, it was so much fun.

Mo Chisheng looked at Su Changliu with great interest, and called out with a smile, "Qingyan."

Su Changliu seemed a little overwhelmed with reaction, and looked at Mo Chisheng after a while.

Mo Chisheng smiled at Cui Zhu who was at the side, Cui Zhu was shaken by this evil smile, inexplicably felt a chill crawling up his body, and a rather bad feeling appeared in his heart premonition.

Then, Mo Chisheng looked at Su Changliu, walked around behind Cui Zhu and wrapped his neck around his neck with a smile, almost lying on Cui Zhu's back, rubbed the tip of his nose against the side of Cui Zhu's face affectionately, and then kept That malicious smile left.

Cui Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head abruptly to look at Su Changliu who was still in a daze. The young master was still in his throat, so Su Changliu was caught off guard and threw himself into his arms directly from the front, almost hitting the chair. They were all knocked over, and for a while, I just felt that my hands and feet were stiff and I didn't know where to put them.

Su Changliu hugged Cui Zhu's neck tightly, and his body still smelled of medicine all the year round. He buried his head in Cui Zhu's shoulder and kept rubbing it. The soft hair on his temples scratched Cui Zhu's neck a little itchy. Su Changliu raised his head in this posture, and looked at Mo Chisheng with a feeling of displeasure and aggrievedness.

Mo Chisheng's smile remained unchanged, and he looked at Su Changliu innocently.

Tang Su had laughed enough, raised his head, rubbed his aching belly, and said, "Hey, Qing Yan is already drunk, so hurry up and send him back. Remember to give him something to sober up."

Bai Qi had already passed out and could only be escorted by other maids, but Su Changliu uncharacteristically hugged Cui Zhu and refused to let go. Cui Zhu was held by Su Changliu and took him away in this awkward position.

"Come on, you're the only one left." Tang Su raised his eyebrows at Mo Chisheng, "See if I don't drink you down this time."

Mo Chisheng smiled and said, "It's not certain who will drink it down."

No matter how full the bowl was, Ren Yun watched as his little ancestor and Mo Chisheng drank bowl after bowl like drinking water. In a short while, more than ten jars were empty. Tang Su was already half drunk, and Mo Chisheng's cheeks were flushed. Not a few steps away from drunk.

"Hi... stop drinking." Tang Su rubbed his brows in confusion.

Mo Chisheng tapped a few acupoints secretly, and after getting over his drunkenness, he said with a smile, "Aren't you coming?"

"Hi... Forget it," Tang Su waved his hand in a daze, "You were drunk last time, so you took off people's clothes and poked acupuncture points..."

The corner of Mo Chisheng's mouth twitched, he took a bowl of wine and poured it into Tang Su's mouth with a smile, and said gently, "Do you want to die?"

Tang Su was poured another big bowl of spirits, but this time he was really drunk, and said, "Also, last time you were said to have a bad temper, you were sprinkled with a rash powder... Second-rate……"

But after a while, Tang Su trembled about six or seven things in a daze. Mo Chisheng's face became darker and darker, but his smile became more and more beautiful. A medicine bottle was opened and a medicine was stuffed into Tang Su's mouth. Ren Yun was thinking about something, and Mo Chisheng moved so fast that he didn't have time to stop him, but Mo Chisheng would definitely not harm Tang Su, and there was no need Too worried.

Afterwards, Ren Yun picked up the comatose little ancestor and planned to take him back to the room to rest. Mo Chi stood in front of Ren Yun with a smile, and lightly stuffed a delicate and lovely colored porcelain box into Ren Yun's arms, and then Looking at Ren Yun, who was a little puzzled, he reached out and patted his shoulder with a smile, with a happy expression on his face, he turned around and left with a wave of his wide sleeves.

Mo Chisheng sneered from the bottom of his heart.

Heh, can't I cure you bastard?

The pills given to Tang Su just now did not do any harm to the body, and even had a tonic effect.

It's just... that pill has a little side effect. If people who take the pill smell the smell of another medicinal powder, they will want to eat that medicinal powder like a bee detects nectar.

Of course, the effect of tonic is better when the two medicines are mixed together.

Mo Chisheng had just used an extremely tricky and ingenious method to sprinkle the powder into Ren Yun's neck.

...Oh, I can't kill you bastard.

When Tang Su fell asleep, he was much more honest than usual. He was as well-behaved as a non-aggressive rabbit. Ren Yun calmly carried his ancestor back to the room, and a maid followed the usual style of the Su family village and set fire to him in the house. With a good warm fragrance, the whole room is warm and harmonious.

Ren Yun put Tang Su on the bed, and reached out his hand to help Tang Su untie the hair tie so that he could have a good sleep. When his fingers were about to touch the hair tie, he paused slightly.

This is the only relic of Tang Su's mother.

As a result, Ren Yun's already gentle movements became even more gentle, and he untied the hair tie almost carefully, and placed it neatly on the table beside him.

Then, Ren Yun gently closed his hands, and bowed like a devout believer.

Think of it as meeting your mother-in-law in heaven.

Immediately afterwards, Ren Yun began to untie Tang Su's outer shirt, neatly arranged one by one and put it aside, leaving only a thin snow-white inner shirt.

There was a lot of warm incense burning in the house, but it was a little too much for Ren Yun, so Ren Yun helped the little ancestor take off his outer shirt, let people lie down and cover it, and went to tinker with the incense burner to let the temperature in the room drop a little. some.

Feeling dizzy from overheating... Ren Yun rubbed his forehead in discomfort, then went to the table and poured a glass of cold water to drink. He felt better and planned to rest.

Ren Yun just took off his outer shirt except for the hair crown, and saw Tang Su who was supposed to be sleeping woke up from the side of his head, his eyes were still a little hazy, obviously still drunk.

...Did you wake up with a headache after getting drunk?Ren Yun sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed the top of Tang Su's hair, and said softly, "Ancestor, what's wrong? Is it uncomfortable? Let me make you hangover soup, okay?"

Tang Su didn't seem to hear Ren Yun's words, he just felt that rubbing the hand on top of his head was warm and comfortable, so he squinted his eyes and rubbed that hand like a cat.

...Are you kidding me?

Ren Yun thought to himself, and then while comforting his ancestors, he helped someone pull up the slipped quilt, and said softly: "Be obedient, I'll go and cook for you..."

Hangover soup.

Before Ren Yun finished speaking, Tang Su slightly raised his head and moved closer to Ren Yun, with the tip of his nose moving.

It seems to have a smell...

Want to try it.

Afterwards, Tang Su slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the clothes on Ren Yun's chest and pulled them towards him. At the same time, he raised his head, opened his thin lips slightly, and spit out a small wet tongue, licking the side of Ren Yun's exposed neck. past.

Still delicious.

Tang Su smacked his lips eagerly, feeling that he hadn't tasted enough of the taste, so he opened his mouth to hold the piece of skin and sucked it loudly, and changed another place if he felt that the taste was not good.

Within two strokes, several red marks appeared on Ren Yun's neck.

"...Tang Su?" The smile on Ren Yun's face stagnated, and he called out in a low voice, with unknown emotions faintly appearing in his blue eyes.

Tang Su's hair was loose at this time, and his breath was much softer than usual. He raised his head slightly when he heard someone calling him, the corners of his eyes were dyed a little bright because of drunkenness, and his eyes were covered with mist and became more attractive. , Tang Su tilted his head, stretched out his hand to grasp Ren Yun's shoulder, and opened his mouth again to bite the part of Ren Yun's neck that became more intense.

Ren Yun took a deep breath, put his hand on Tang Su's shoulder and pulled him away, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ancestor, if you make trouble again... you will be the one who suffers."

It is a lie to say that there is no Ren Yun. If you are hugged, licked and sucked by your sweetheart and you don’t respond, you are a saint, but Tang Su is drunk now. If you take advantage of others, who knows if Tang Su will fall out with you later? .

What should I do if I run away?

Tang Su was so drunk that he couldn't hear Ren Yun's words. He just felt a little unhappy that half of the dim sum he had tasted was taken away by someone. His ancestor immediately became angry. Although he was said to be drunk, The foundation of martial arts is there.

Then Tang Su stretched out his hand and grabbed Ren Yun's clothes tightly. With a sudden force in his hand, he pushed the person directly onto the bed. He leaned down and gently rubbed the area with the tip of his nose, and opened his mouth to lick when he found the powder.

Ren Yun's hand on the edge of the bed creaked, the smile on his face had disappeared, and his eyes, which had always been as gentle as the blue ocean, were all disguised at this moment, leaving only the beast-like bloodthirsty that he tried to hide at the beginning. Very aggressive gaze.

Ren Yun quietly watched Tang Su lying on his body, stretched out his hand to hold Tang Su's waist, and slowly rubbed his skin through a layer of fabric with his fingertips, and said in a low voice: "Ancestor, this time it was really you who came first." The one who provoked me..."

The moonlight is just right.

Cui Zhu felt that even the desperate battle where the [-] enemy troops approached the city had never caused him such a headache as now.

Su Changliu sat on the edge of the bed, stubbornly looked up at Cui Zhu, with one hand tightly clutching the hem of the man's clothes and would not let go.

"Master... be good," Cui Zhu tried to coax Su Changliu with a coaxing tone, "let go, please? You have to drink hangover soup, otherwise you will get a headache tomorrow."

A look of grievance appeared in Su Changliu's eyes, he lowered his head slightly, and tightened his grip on the corner of Cui Zhu's clothes, but finally let go, and the corner of the clothes naturally became wrinkled.

Cui Zhu heaved a sigh of relief and was inexplicably lost. He shook his head to get rid of all the thoughts that should not have been in his mind. After scratching his head, he was ready to make sober soup for Su Changliu. Su Changliu, who nodded his head, felt a twitch in his heart.

Su Changliu put a pair of well-proportioned hands with well-proportioned muscles and slender joints on his knees, but there were some water stains on the back of his hands that shouldn't have appeared.

"Young master?!" Cui Zhu was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly, he hurriedly squatted down and raised Su Changliu's face. Su Changliu's eyes were a little red, and when he blinked, tears came one by one. fall down.

Cui Zhu was really at a loss now, he could only help others to wipe their tears clumsily. He didn't know why Su Changliu suddenly cried. Naturally, a drunk person cannot use common sense to judge. Cui Zhu did it in Sujiazhuang. As a cook for more than two years, it hurts to see Su Changliu frowned when he drank medicine because of his illness, let alone see Su Changliu who had never cried before.

"Young master, don't cry, young master..." Cui Zhu rubbed it for a long time, but there was no effect, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, "I, um, you don't want to drink hangover soup, okay? Don't cry... "

It took Su Changliu a long time to react, with tears still in his eyes, he looked down at Cui Zhu's crumpled corner of his clothes, stretched out his hand and quickly poked it, then retracted, afraid that Cui Zhu would be unhappy.

"..." Cui Zhu was silent for a while, trying to put the corner of the clothes into Su Changliu's hand.

Su Changliu blinked, carefully tugged at the hem of his clothes, looked up at Cui Zhu to make sure he was not angry, then wiped his eyes, and stopped crying.

Cui Zhu: "..."

In addition to helplessness, it seems that there is more joy in my heart.

Can……

Cui Zhu pressed his forehead with some headaches, is it possible that he wants Su Changliu to just keep pulling?

The young master has to rest quickly, the weather is cold and the dew is heavy, what if the wind and cold are caused again?

Moreover, Tang Su pulled Su Changliu and they made a fuss, it was already a bit late.

Cui Zhu slightly bent his knees, looked at Su Changliu at the same level, and said seriously, "Young master, it's time for you to rest."

"...No." Su Changliu replied seriously.

Cui Zhu was momentarily at a loss for words.

Can anyone tell him what to do.

Su Changliu looked at Cui Zhu, a little disappointed and said, "Are you unhappy?"

"Uh, no." Cui Zhu scratched the tip of his nose, "Master, why do you think so?"

"Because..." Su Changliu lowered his head and couldn't help rubbing the corner of his clothes, "You've been trying to find a way to let me loose. Do you not like staying with me?"

"..." Cui Zhu also lowered his head, he was standing, only Su Changliu's white jade crown could be seen from this angle, his thin lips that were as sharp as a knife opened and closed several times but could not speak.

how is this possible.

How could I not like being with you.

Can……

Cui Zhu's hand hanging by his side tightened little by little into a fist.

How dare I...

Su Wangkun saved his life, regardless of his unclear identity, and gave him a place where he could live with peace of mind, he was his savior.

But he had undeserved dirty thoughts about the son of his savior.

If Su Changliu was a woman, he would desperately find Su Wangkun to propose marriage.

But Su Changliu is a man, the eldest son of the Su family, the heir that Su Wangkun places high hopes on.

How dare he...

Su Changliu didn't hear a response, and raised his head to look at Cui Zhu, with indescribable disappointment in his eyes, and slowly let go of the hand that was holding the corner of Cui Zhu's clothes.

Cui Zhu watched Su Changliu lower his head and pursed his lips.

But I don't want to make you sad.

Cui Zhu said in a hoarse voice: "No, I like staying with the young master very much."

I like it so much that I wish I could stay with you for the rest of my life.

As soon as Cui Zhu finished saying this, Su Changliu's eyes lit up immediately, as if the dark clouds in the originally gloomy night sky were all dissipated by the wind, and the bright moon reappeared.

Afterwards, Cui Zhu was enveloped by the familiar smell of medicine again. Su Changliu stood up, holding Cui Zhu's neck firmly with both hands, looking at Cui Zhu with his head slightly sideways, with the reflection of Cui Zhu reflected in his clear eyes. Zhu's shadow smiled and said, "That's great."

Cui Zhu looked at his sweetheart who was close at hand, slowly stretched out his arms to hug Su Changliu, tightened his arms little by little to hug him tightly, and placed his forehead lightly on the hollow of Su Changliu's shoulders, muffled. One sound.

It's probably the only time I can hug you like this now... Just treat it as me taking advantage of someone's danger to satisfy my own selfishness.

The moonlight poured into the room through the window, covering the figures of the two with a layer of silver gauze, and everything was cast in misty colors.

Cui Zhu took a deep breath, his nostrils were filled with the familiar smell of medicinal soup, then he slowly raised his head and looked at Su Changliu.

Su Changliu looked almost the same as usual now, the gentle smile reappeared on his face, but the depths of his eyes were still foggy, indicating that he was still drunk.

Su Changliu also looked at Cui Zhu, and blinked slowly.

The moonlight was hazy, like a dream, and the person in front of him was as beautiful as a fleeting illusion. Cui Zhu looked at Su Changliu's pale, soft and thin lips, and felt as if he was bewitched by something. She lowered her head and approached the light-colored thin lips inch by inch.

The tip of his nose brushed, Cui Zhu woke up suddenly, Su Changliu's eyes reflected his black color, each other's warm breath was clear and palpable, and the distance between the two was not too small.

Su Changliu was stunned for a moment, then carefully moved closer, and his lips met.

Cui Zhu was stunned for a moment.

Seems to like this feeling very much, Su Changliu paused, and gently rubbed Cui Zhu's with his lips, a tingling feeling came from Cui Zhu's lips, like falling in the dry autumn wilderness. Into Mars, instantly burned Cui Zhu's remaining rationality.

A move into a prairie fire.

Su Changliu had been soaked in medicine jars since he was a child, and even his mouth had a faint smell of medicine. Cui Zhu knew exactly what kind of medicine Su Changliu drank every day, and the taste of the medicine was really not very good. Okay, but the taste that I snatched from Su Changliu's mouth is very good, not even half of the nectar and jade dew offered by the fairy in the legend.

Su Changliu felt dizzy all over, his feet were a little fluttering, and he was almost unsteady, so he could only hold Cui Zhu to stabilize his body.

Cui Zhu managed to regain some sense, and kissed Su Changliu reminiscently, but Su Changliu slowly opened and closed his eyes a few times, the fog in his eyes slowly dissipated, and the wet and soft touch on his lips made him feel His mind went blank for a moment, and after he figured out the situation, Su Changliu hurriedly grabbed Cui Zhu's shoulders to distance himself, and said incoherently in a panic: "Cui, Cui Zhu...? What are you... I just... I...you...this..."

"...Master." Cui Zhu's hand holding Su Changliu trembled, and then he let go of it as if he was afraid of something, "I..."

Who knew Su Changliu sobered up so quickly.

Why didn't I restrain myself just now like before?Why is there a little fluke feeling that the young master should not know about this?It's all right now, I'm afraid it won't even be the same as before... It's impossible.

Su Changliu is at a loss now, his face is still flushed, his mouth is still a little swollen, his ears are all red, and his heart is like a mess. The first clear thought is whether Cui Zhu did it voluntarily or because he was The young master won't move?

Second thought is...

Dad knows what to do...

The author has something to say:

Drunk fast, wake up fast~

ps I beg the little angels not to build a building... I didn't brush or change it, so I didn't have it. There is no need to fight. At most, I am shameless.