The monk who is going to cross me is bent

What Director Liang said to him just now echoed in his ears like a nightmare.

It's not that Xiaochi didn't understand the hints between the lines, but when this moment really came, he would still feel uncontrollably afraid.

Director Liang sent someone to send a set of clothes, which was quite different from the servant uniform he wore before. This was a set of light and frivolous red gauze. One can imagine.

Xiao Chi looked at the clothes, shivering slightly with shame, and finally changed into them with his eyes closed, obediently climbed onto Zhuang Yan's bed, and waited for him to come back.

There is nothing free in this world, Xiaochi also understands this truth.

To get Zhuang Yan's protection, one has to pay a corresponding price.He thought, at least compared to those boys and girls of the same race whose fate was uncertain, being asked to go by Master Zhuang was probably the best end.

As Director Liang said, Zhuang Yan went to a banquet at night, and when he came back, he smelled of alcohol.

Different from the clothes he wore during the day, Zhuang Yan wore a brocade cloud robe at night, which was different from the coldness when he was wearing armor. Under the warm candlelight, his handsome eyebrows and eyes looked like a person with a personable personality and temperament. An elegant son of a family.

When Zhuang Yan came in, he felt that the room was very hot.

For some reason, the brazier in the house was burning more vigorously than usual, and he had just drank wine, and after drinking, his blood flowed faster than usual, so he unbuttoned his clothes to dissipate heat.

But when he turned a corner and walked into the bedroom, he saw the person waiting on his bed, and his hand that unbuttoned his clothes stopped immediately.

The alien boy was wearing a very attractive red gauze dress, which was tightly tied around his waist with a gold belt. His waist was so thin that he could wrap it around with both hands. The red gauze dress revealed the snow-white skin inside. The long black hair was draped softly around her body.

He knelt down on the bed cautiously, with his head bowed, his posture docile.Zhuang Yan couldn't see his expression clearly, but even if he guessed, he could guess that his appearance at this moment must be very helpless, like a weak flower that can be picked by others, as long as Zhuang Yan stretches out his hand, he can take it The flower was plucked and trampled on wantonly.

At that moment, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that he was very hot.

The sudden heat was strange and disturbing. When he saw the hangover soup on the table, he went over and poured himself a bowl.

But when the hangover soup flowed out, Zhuang Yan felt something was wrong when he moved his nose.He tasted a little bit with the tip of his tongue, and he understood it completely.

Where is hangover soup?This is obviously soup to add to the fun.

Looking at the Luo E boy who was slaughtered on the bed, Zhuang Yan's heart swayed for a moment.

But when he looked again, he noticed the wound on Xiaochi's face. It was scratched by the prince with his nails earlier. Although the bleeding had stopped, there was still a scar on his snow-white skin. The ferocious and sinuous red marks became more and more obvious against the red gauze dress.

Zhuang Yan's eyes regained clarity, he sighed, and went out with the hangover soup himself.

But he came back quickly.

He was holding a small porcelain box in his hand, which contained the hundred flower ointment that he asked someone to mix.He originally wanted to do it himself, but when he saw the face of the boy on the bed, whose face he couldn't even draw, and the alluring curves of his waist and hips, he suddenly felt dazzled.

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to look away, and said unnaturally: "You... take off your clothes first."

Xiaochi froze for a moment, then obediently tore off his belt, and the red gauze slipped off his shoulders.

Without the cover of the last layer of veil, the most authentic beauty falls from the sky to the world, blooming on the brocade satin flowers all over the bed, the scene is really sensational.

It's just that there is a bruised welt on his back, which is so regrettable.

With a "squeak", Zhuang Yan closed the closet door. He didn't dare to look at Xiaochi after approaching Xiaochi, and hugged him with his eyes closed.

It was Zhuang Yan's gown, which was pure ochre, and this thick dress tightly wrapped Xiaochi's whole body.

Xiaochi, who was kneeling on the bed, trembled slightly, and looked up at him.

Zhuang Yan immediately let go of him, took a few steps back, turned his back and said, "Put your clothes on first."

The eyes couldn't see it, so the voice was extraordinarily sharp.

There was a moment of silence behind him, and then there was the rustling of clothes shaking. Zhuang Yan couldn't see him, but according to the sound, he secretly imitated the order and movements of his clothes in his heart, and when the sound stopped, a while later , before turning to look at him.

Sure enough, Xiaochi got dressed, but the difference in height between the two of them was huge, and Zhuang Yan's clothes were too big for him, and they didn't fit well.

When Zhuang Yan turned his head, the boy on the bed was trying his best without making a sound, trying to quietly stretch out his hand from the overlong sleeve. Seeing Zhuang Yan suddenly turn around, he stopped his movements stiffly .

After putting on his own clothes, his face became smaller and smaller in the clothes.

Zhuang Yan looked at him for a moment, then suddenly asked: "How old are you this year?"

Koike lowered his head and replied, "Fifteen."

Zhuang Yan laughed. He walked to the bed, held Xiaochi's waist, and hugged him off the bed, "I'm only 15 years old, and I'm still a child...Young Master is almost ten years older than you, so that's not the case. who bullied you."

A 15-year-old girl has already performed the ceremony of reaching the age of the hairpin and is at the age to be married.

But in Zhuang Yan's consciousness, 15 years old is still too young after all, he can't do this.

After being carried down, Xiaochi stood stiffly beside the bed, not knowing where to put his hands.

When he panicked, the sleeves that had been rolled up with great difficulty fell down again.

Zhuang Yan watched him wearing his obviously ill-fitting clothes, the hem of which was dragging on the ground.The sleeves were too long, and he had to work seriously for a while even when he stretched out his hands.

This appearance is a bit clumsy and cute, and Zhuang Yan smiled when he saw it: "I will go and tell Lao Liang, just wait for me to study, and I will bring you back... because of the relationship between you and my mother." , it was not intended to do such a thing.”

Zhuang Yan handed the medicine in his hand to Xiaochi, and said: "The wound on the face, you should apply a layer of medicine carefully, don't worry that the medicine paste will not look good on the face. And the wound on the back also needs to be applied. Look, the wound is broken, take the medicine in the morning and evening, don't be lazy."

Xiaochi stretched out his hand, and when Zhuang Yan handed him the ointment, he touched his palm.

His delicate palms were as cold and wet as ice, and the cold sweat on the palms hadn't disappeared.

Zhuang Yan let go of his hand, and felt pity in his heart at that moment.

He thought, so he was actually so afraid.

He looked at the slim young man in front of him, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

As a Luo'e native, this young man can speak Chinese, presumably he was also from a prominent family before, so he had this opportunity to learn Chinese books and Chinese dialect.

And he is only 15 years old now, and he is forced to be reduced to such a situation, and he doesn't know what it feels like in his heart.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Yan felt more pity in his heart. As he turned and left the bedroom, he said to him, "I don't need you here tonight, you go back and rest first, has Lao Liang arranged a place for you?"

Xiaochi gave a soft "hmm".

Hearing his voice with the ending rhyme, which was very different from the standard Chinese, but inexplicably found it pleasant, Zhuang Yan felt a desire to hook him to talk and listen for a while longer.

But it was late at night, and this kind of thing had happened just now, so it seemed inappropriate to leave him talking, Zhuang Yan hesitated for a moment, and said: "Go back and rest first, and come with me to listen to Mr. "

Xiaochi answered "Yes", Zhuang Yan restrained himself from looking at him, he walked into the study, lit a candle, and under the bright candlelight, he casually picked up a book and flipped through it.

His study room is full of bookshelves, and all kinds of books are densely listed on it, which makes people know that he has covered a lot.

Zhuang Yan who picked up the book seemed to be very focused, but he always divided his mind on the boy in his own clothes.

But he waited for a long time, but he didn't see Xiaochi leave.

Why doesn't he go?

There was a restless little hook in his heart, which hooked Zhuang Yan more and more, following the boy's every move with his eyes.

Xiaochi finally took a step forward, and before Zhuang Yan let go of his increasingly suspenseful heart, he heard his footsteps, walking towards him.

Zhuang Yan: "..."

He took a deep breath silently, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing his uneasy expression, Xiaochi suddenly panicked. Zhuang Yan realized that he had frightened him, so he quickly relaxed his expression and comforted him: "It's very late, so that you won't be late tomorrow morning, you should go back and rest."

Xiaochi wrapped up his ill-fitting clothes, with a trace of longing in his eyes, and asked fearfully: "Master, can I... can I read this book?"

Zhuang Yan showed surprise: "What book do you want to read?"

Xiaochi looked at the book in Zhuang Yan's hand, seemed a little scared, and dared not make a sound.

His cautious appearance really hit Zhuang Yan's heart hard. The fragile, delicate and docile beauty in front of him aroused all his protective desires as a man.

The pity in his heart surged like waves, and Zhuang Yan, who was holding the book, was almost at a loss for a moment.

He hastily coughed to cover up, walked up to Xiaochi, and handed him the book in his hand.

Xiaochi accepted his book obediently, and turned to the top of the page, somewhat unexpectedly, "On the Origins and Symptoms of Various Diseases"? Master...studying medicine?"

Zhuang Yan pretended to look into the distance, and replied calmly: "You know, my mother's name is Shanniang. She was a world-renowned doctor during her lifetime. After she married into the Hou's mansion, she couldn't go out, and she didn't have the opportunity to accept apprentices. I don't want her to be a doctor and have no successors, so I took time out of military training and book study to study her medical skills, and by the way manage the Lan Shantang in Jiangbei for her, which is where she spent half her life."

Xiaochi listened carefully, Zhuang Yan turned to look at him, and didn't want to look away.

Looking at the young boy's exquisite eyebrows, beautiful and pure and picturesque appearance, Zhuang Yan's voice became more and more gentle: "You want to read my book, don't you also want to study medicine? This profession is not easy, I will get you some Other books... what books have you read before?"

Xiaochi said anxiously: "I don't read much, I only read "Zengguang Xianwen" and "Poetry"..."

After listening to the books he had read, Zhuang Yan roughly understood his progress. The young man had only read basic Han books, which were all the books assigned to him by Zhuang Yan three or four years after his enlightenment.

After all, Luo E is no better than Handi. According to his age, he has left behind too many books.

But Zhuang Yan didn't say much, just got up and went to the bookshelf inside, took two or three books suitable for him to read now, and handed them to Xiaochi: "You read these first, if there are any words you don't know..."

Xiaochi raised his face, looking at him, his eyes almost glowed.

Zhuang Yan looked at his eyes, and wanted to ask him to ask another book boy who was studying and practicing calligraphy with him, but changed his words in a mysterious way: "If you have any words you don't know, just ask me."

Xiaochi didn't speak, he just smiled shyly, that smile was fleeting, but it was as bright as stars.

He hugged the book cherishingly, bowed to Zhuang Yan, and withdrew as promised.

Zhuang Yan didn't speak.

It wasn't until everyone walked out that his heart beat wildly with belated awareness.

The scorching heat rushing to his heart could no longer be tolerated, he suddenly put down the book and rushed out of the room.

There was no small pool outside the yard, he only saw Supervisor Liang waiting outside, his heart was calmed down, so he beckoned him to come over.

Seeing Xiaochi's appearance outside, Lao Liang was not sure what happened in the house, but the young master was in good health, judging from the time when the young master entered the house, it seemed that something was wrong.

Seeing Zhuang Yan standing at the door, neatly dressed and calling him, Director Liang immediately realized that he had made a mistake, and hurried to the door to plead guilty.

But Zhuang Yan couldn't tell if he was angry, he just explained calmly: "I repeat, the Xiaochi I brought back is a book boy, not a child prostitute. From now on, you will study with me. Regarding his arrangements, you are not allowed to overstep .”

Lao Liang quickly responded.

"He is young and still growing, so he needs to spend more time on eating, regardless of how much he spends. His hands are cold, which is a sign of cold stasis and insufficient kidney qi. I ordered the kitchen to make more crucian carp, radish, lotus seeds and pork belly for him. Eat, I remember I harvested a good-quality velvet antler the year before last, and I also took a piece to make some soup for him."

"...Also, those pine-colored Huanhua brocades sent from the south this year haven't moved yet, have they?"

Lao Liang replied: "These batches of Huanhua brocade are pure in color, and the embroiderer at the house dare not cut them lightly. She is waiting for the tailor from the south to come over and then cut clothes for the young master..."

Zhuang Yan thought of Xiaochi's figure, and immediately interrupted: "No, Huanhuajin cut clothes for him, and that color will look good on him."

Lao Liang's voice suddenly became hoarse, and he raised his head to look at Zhuang Yan's expression, "It's just a servant of Luo E, the young master really loves him."

Zhuang Yan shook his head and said: "When his old country was still alive, he was probably a descendant of a famous family. He was reduced to where he is now at the age of 15... It's also pitiful. If you can take care of him, let's take care of him more."

Old Liang asked curiously, "How does the young master know that he comes from a famous family?"

"When the Luo E Kingdom was still in existence, only the royal family and nobles were qualified to hire a gentleman to learn Han Shu and Chinese for their descendants. Therefore, it is not difficult to infer that his family is noble."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Yan seemed to think of something, "He said that his maternal grandmother had a relationship with my mother, and my family has the financial resources to hire a husband for him...send some people to investigate according to these clues, and see Whose descendant is he?"

Zhuang Yan turned back to the room, just took a step, then backed away, turned around and solemnly explained again: "Xiaochi is my person, what to do, what not to do, just follow my arrangements and orders, understand? "

The author has something to say:

Ezuo: How to grasp a man's heart?Do you have any experience to share with Jiejiemei?

Chi Wang: Some men like spicy ones, while others like obedient ones.Analyzing preferences and prescribing the right medicine can get twice the result with half the effort.

Ezzo: So which one do you think you are?

Zhuang Yan: On the bed, he is the hot and obedient kind...

Chi Wang: ...