Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 185
Xiaochi Chi set the tone without moving: “What makes you think so?”
Yuanzhao Yan slightly righteous: “You do not care what the sixth master thinks, the sixth master wants to know what you think.”
Xiaochi Chi does not say a word.
“You are the only one in the Toki family who has distinguished himself in your generation. Your two cousins, one Confucian, the other compared to you, to say that the qualifications are mediocre is barely.” Yuanzhao Yan said, “If you are interested in that boy, just play around, don’t take it seriously.”
At this point, Yuanzhao Yan realized that something was wrong and took the initiative to reach out and press the board.
Xiaochi Chi was so preoccupied with sorting out the characters that he only gave him a faint look.
Yuanzhao Yan said vigilantly, “In the past, if I said this, you will definitely turn the table with me. Why have you changed your mind today?”
Xiaochi Chi said lightly, “I’m going to win this game, so turn over the table.”
Yuanzhao Yan was immediately aroused: “Sixth master let first, you can still win?”
Xiaochi Chi : “…… Dare I ask when you gave way first?”
Yuanzhao Yan pointed to the spot where he had just played, “It was Fang just now.”
Xiaochi Chi : “……”
Roll out the gram.
Feudal imperialism get out of the Go world.
In just three games, Yuanzhao Yan was killed by Xiaochi Chi.
It was already late, and Yuanzhao Yan, who was not yet satisfied, was half-invited and half-thrown out of the general’s residence by General Shi with the reason that “I have to go to bed early, and tomorrow the gentleman will set up a morning lesson”.
After getting on the carriage, Yuanzhao Yan still refused to stop: “See, I let him.”
Ying Qu, however, wanted to speak but stopped: “…… Sixth Prince.”
Yuanzhao Yan went to see what kind of incense was burning in the incense burner of today’s carriage: “What is it?”
“Chess is chess, wine is wine.” Ying Qu whispered, ” Ying Qu dares not forget the purpose of your initial friendship with the young general.”
Yuanzhao Yan put the lotus-petal shaped bronze lid back to its original place and was silent.
He plucked open the beaded curtain with a golden silk fan and looked out.
In front of him is the plaque of the general’s residence. The luster of “General Zhen Nan’s Mansion” has lasted for seven generations and has never faded.
The “Hongfeng Yi Cai” in the Book Collection, the “Wave Light and Cloud Shadow” in the three pavilions, and the “Praise for the Faithful” in the main hall, more than half of the plaques in the general’s residence are his father’s ink treasures, handwritten and given by his own mouth. What a great honor.
But from the appearance alone, the General’s Palace, with its gray brick walls, not decorated with gold and jade, is low-key and introverted, standing quietly outside the glorious King City of Wangcheng.
The family of time, the fortress and retainer of the Yan family for generations, has been as one since the beginning, one word for loyalty.
He lowered the curtain and raised his voice, “Let’s go.”
Xiaochi Chi After the location, before you have time to catch your breath, there is another not-so-small problem.
Ling A invited, “Please clean your hands and have your dinner afterwards.”
Tonight’s dishes are not bad. The soup is extremely fresh and is made from fresh chicken and bamboo shoots simmered for a long time, skimming off the froth and dregs and taking the clearest soup.
Xiaochi Chi took a look at the dishes and said, “Send one guest of each kind to the gentleman.”
Ling A gave him a dish while saying, “It has been sent to him. Mr. Zhang has a weak spleen and stomach, so he has sent less meat that is difficult to be restrained and an extra bird’s nest.”
Xiaochi Chi stares at Ling A’s hand.
Ling A drew hot water, dipped a towel in it, wrung it out, and gave it to Xiaochi Chi to wipe his hands: “Ziling will do all the things you have in mind, please don’t worry.”
Xiaochi Chi was so impressed that he lost his appetite, so he raised his chopsticks and ate two chopsticks, feeling that it was a waste, so he naturally said, “You haven’t eaten either, have you?”
Ling A smiled, seemingly accustomed to such glory and favor: “Thank you for your reward.”
Saying that, he quickly fetched the spare dishes and stood to use the meal.
…… It seems that Tingyun Shi and Ling A are really more intimate.
In contrast, Shu A is more verbose.
Ling A’s first name is Ziling Chu, Shu A is of Nan Southern Bai origin, and his Chinese name is Ye Li Shu, all of whom apparently came from homes where he had studied, so it is clear how much care his father took in selecting people for him.
Compared to the Tang monk possessed Ye Li book, Ziling Chu for people to deal with the world is more flexible and thoughtful, born with a pair of peach blossom smiling eyes, not to say smile three points, likeable very much, but will not lose in frivolity.
When Xiaochi Chi’s bowl of wonton soup was about to be finished, he duly refilled it, his eyes arched, and he was in a good mood.
Xiaochi Chi asked quite gently, “What are you laughing at?”
Ling A said frankly, “Ziling is happy that his health has improved.”
Xiaochi Chi took the soup bowl: “Where did you go?”
“Ziling is terrified that your son is so concerned about Ziling.” Ling A smiled, “But please spare Ziling, if Ziling was around, the Sixth Prince would have taken revenge for the last three sons.”
Xiaochi Chi let out a sound and ordered, “Pack up the master bedroom, from now on, the male master will stay in my room.”
This caused Ling A to freeze: “Gongzi?”
Xiaochi Chi said with a straight face, “Recently, my father has been sending me letters from time to time to inform me of the important situation on the border, and I have many things to ask you for advice. Father has instructed me to talk with you more often and to sleep with you on the same couch to show my respect.”
“Yes. Ziling will take note of it.” Ling A responded smoothly, “Only Ziling alone will be slow in tidying up, so after the meal, Ziling will call in a few people from the outer courtyard to help clean up.”
” What about Shu A?”
“Perhaps you forgot to sleep?” Ling A said. Ling A said, “Shu A’s youngest sister is working in a family business in the outskirts of the city, and you have given Shu A permission to go out to visit her on the 13th of every month. This day is Shu A’s family visit day, in order to look after your health, Shu A went out a few hours late. Before he left, he remembered your son and said he would go to the Turkic caravan to buy some meditation spices for you.”
Xiaochi Chi did not say anything, but secretly wrote down some key phrases, intending to go back and have a good exchange with his own husband at night.
But by the end of the night, Xiaochi Chi’s righteous spirit was all but emptied.
The male division has mobility problems, so the eldest son has to serve with care, including washing and bathing.
Ying Lou This body is very thin, due to the lack of sunlight, the skin is bloodless, legs are always weak, need to be held by someone to bathe, the barrel is too constrained, inconvenient, so the two went to the soup pool in the house.
Ying Lou’s face is not a glamorous thing, so she hides it from the public, so Xiaochi Chi has sent her attendants away.
The people in the general’s house have been trained to know what to say and what not to say, and at most, they only belly-laugh.
It is said that this male teacher long sick bed, and fear of light and cold, the party to avoid people and live, but also wear the power of the night, afraid that the appearance of the hindrance to see it.
After carrying Ying Lou, who was clad in a bathrobe, into the water, Xiaochi Chi dipped into the pool with him and became a little dizzy from the sulphuric heat that came over him.
He asked Ying Lou, “Is it hot?”
Ying Lou sat at the edge of the pool, gently cleaning the tattooed lines at the corners of her eyes: “It’s okay, my legs don’t feel anything, they’re just a little numb.”
Xiaochi Chi quietly took a deep breath and tried to convince herself.
What’s that, a small scene.
When he was young, he also went to the bath with Lou, but also in order to compare who can carry the heat, in the steam room almost dehydration heat stroke, and finally Lou found that his condition is not right, took the initiative to admit defeat, carry him out, buy a cold drink on his cheek to help him wake up, and he woke up, Lou a hand to hold the back of his neck, one hand to open the can, feed him orange soda.
Xiaochi Chi thought of the heart is soft, mouth are the light aroma of orange soda, the courage is also a lot stronger, take the initiative to approach him, give him to rub his legs and back.
Xiaochi Chi, fearing that he might develop bed sores, lifted his legs up and covered the critical areas, and carefully cleaned the roots of his legs.
His body skin is very white, a rub is a red, Xiaochi Chi brake force, afraid to hurt him, the result is that the body rubbed into a touch body.
…… air overflowing with sulfur can’t even suppress the give gas.
Ying Lou flexed his body, gritting his teeth and holding back, before clenching his fist and whispering, “…… hmm. Okay.”
Xiaochi Chi thought he had done a good job and came over sideways, “Are you done?”
Ying Lou struggled to raise a leg to partially block Xiaochi Chi’s view, “For now, no need. I’ll bathe on my own for a while, you go wash up.”
Xiaochi Chi was also a bit uncomfortable, rubbing his face which was red from the heat, and eased off to the side, keeping a distance from Ying Lou, so that he could feel more peaceful.
After a long time, Ying Lou’s tense body relaxed slightly, exhaled a breath and asked him sideways, “Who do you suspect?”
Xiaochi Chi, relaxed, teased the water and played with it: “All have problems.”
Yuanheng Yan temperament is too introverted, the mind is not difficult to guess, but no one knows what consequences his mind will lead to.
Shu A , a slightly embarrassing origin, will go out regularly, it is worth paying attention to.
Ying Lou asked, “What about Ling A?”
Xiaochi Chi said, “It remains to be seen. He practiced martial arts, and there are signs of tape on his hands, but nothing else can be seen, except that he did have the favor of Tingyun Shi.”
He paused for a moment:” Yuanzhao Yan ……”
In his opinion, Yuanzhao Yan itself is not a problem, but his friendship with Tingyun Shi is too much, like a brother, no separation, itself is a bit strange.
Ying Lou moved at this time.
He held up the edge with one hand, using the water floating momentum, came to Xiaochi Chi, kneeling precisely between his knees, forcing him directly into retreat.
Xiaochi Chi a choke.
But before his heart could beat faster, Ying Lou said, “Yuanzhao Yan.”
He put his index finger against Xiaochi Chi’s temple.
Ying Qu’s conversation with Yuanzhao Yan in the carriage reached his ears in every possible way.
Ying Lou explained briefly, “I met with him. Put something on him.”
The two hung in the heart of the business, after bathing and then folded back into the room, during the talk all the way, summarized the existing information.
Xiaochi Chi carried Ying Lou to the bed, placed him properly on the inside, and covered him with a thick blanket before he turned over to the bed, blew out the two candles, and settled down beside him.
It was still a bit chilly when spring started, so for Ying Lou’s health, a heater was added to the house.
Xiaochi Chi was a little hot, so she covered her waist and stomach with a single blanket and put one hand on the back of her head to think about things.
Ying Lou was close to him, looked into his eyes glowing in the dark and said gently, “Is it hot?”
“It’s not bad.”
“Tell you one thing?”
Xiaochi Chi thought he had found something else: “Go ahead.”
“Actually, my legs aren’t all senseless.” Ying Lou turned to her side and added, “…… the root of her leg.”
Xiaochi Chi’s blood rushes to his head.
Ying Lou said, “I’ll take care of that if I can take care of you later.”
In the darkness, a cold hand peeked out of the nest and gently grabbed Xiaochi Chi’s fingers, squeezing them gently.
“The palms of your hands are sweating.” The voice in my ear carried a smile that made half my face tingle up, “Hot?”
Xiaochi Chi didn’t say anything, and tucked Ying Lou’s hand under his blanket, and then tried to pull it out, but the hand tightened, as if it refused to let him go.
Xiaochi Chi pursed his lips, gritted his teeth and handed him over.
Slightly sweaty fingers hooked together in one place.
The bones are hard, the moist palms are soft when squeezed.
Xiaochi Chi closed his eyes and had a night of dreaming, probably because he was thinking too much before going to bed.
Xiaochi Chi A person walking in a hazy blood fog, the nasal cavity is the forcing smell of blood.
He staggered through a city, hands and feet are wearing extremely heavy shackles, hands nails have disappeared, should be pulled off raw, inhaled a breath, spit out are blood, stinging the throat sweet and astringent.
He knew very well that this was the dream of the original owner, but he could not see anything, only the human language is incessant, from his ears like the wind also swept by.
“Report! Nan Southern rebels! General Jinghong Shi has been killed by hemlock!”
“The Duke …… General he ……”
“Can he lead the Beifu Army? You don’t know how to lead an army just because you’ve fought in a war!”
Followed by Shu A’s voice: “Gongzi has only been to war! It’s too hard for him to lead the entire Beifu Army …….”
Ling A : “I will be by the side of the Duke, you keep an eye on the family, I will return, with the Duke.”
Next was Ling A’s voice full of joy: “Congratulations on your victory!
After that, there was a long period of silence.
He walked aimlessly through the blood and mist step by step, once thinking he was going to reach the end of his dream, until ……
” Tingyun Shi, why do you think the Sixth Master is befriending you!” He suddenly heard a man hiss, “It’s because your last name is Shi! Your last name is Shi!”
The wanderer, who was playing chess with him today, had a hoarse voice with a numbing sense of determination: “…… Do you think I, Yuanzhao Yan, am still your best friend? No! Not from the very beginning!”
Xiaochi Chi is sitting in a prison cell, looking down at the shackles on his wrists.
There was a creaking and opening sound from the cell door.
He turned to the door of the cell, a fancy-dressed gentleman with walking clouds, slowly walk to him, in front of him on one knee.
The thirteenth prince, Yuanheng Yan.
His hair was a little messy at the temples and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, as if he had just gone through a big battle.
Xiaochi Chi did not speak, but simply stared at him levelly, mouthing the words in a controlled manner.
Without a word, Yuanheng Yan held the back of his neck and rubbed it soothingly twice, then a sharp object was placed against Xiaochi Chi’s throat.
He struck extremely hard and fast, a knife broke his throat, blood instantly spurted out.
The pain from the slash on his neck made Xiaochi Chi jump up from the bed in horror, turn on his side and vomit twice, struggle down to the floor, fling himself to the desk, pull a piece of paper, and with the remaining ink in the ink stone, recalling the murmurings in his dream, shaking his hands, copying down word by word what Tingyun Shi had said in his dream.
At the end, he dropped the pen, fell into a chair, drinking a sip of cold tea, before calming down.
Ying Lou sat up from the bed, “What?”
Xiaochi Chi grabbed the rice paper, returned to the bedside, and showed the paper to Ying Lou.
— “The little slave is lowly and does not dare to sully the Emperor’s ten thousand gold bodies.”
