Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 189
Ying Lou gently presses Solar Plexus for Xiaochi Chi.
Half an hour ago, Xiaochi Chi finished receiving the world line, opened her eyes, didn’t say much, said “I’ll take a nap first”, then turned on her side and fell asleep.
Ying Lou had only partially recovered his ability to receive the world line, so he didn’t know what was going on.
He was not in a hurry to know, but he took Xiaochi Chi’s spiritual body from behind, with his arm behind his head, and massaged him silently.
His technique was professional, except that such a position is not good for blood circulation.
He pressed and rubbed for a while, he had to clench a fist, to relieve the numbness.
Xiaochi Chi slept for two hours before she moved hazily in Ying Lou’s arms.
Ying Lou let go of him in a natural movement, fearing that he would feel uncomfortable.
Xiaochi Chi opened his eyes and took five minutes to wake up, then got up and put on his clothes: “Sir, you’re still awake?”
Ying Lou lay on his side and asked instead of answering, “How’s the world line?”
“Well, it’s a little hard to do.”
Xiaochi Chi closed her eyes and tied the loose loincloth buttons from top to bottom, the corners of her mouth teased with a smirk: “…… but it was an interesting challenge.”
Live off a fighting little fox.
Ying Lou laughed.
He found himself enjoying Xiaochi Chi’s tone too much and sat up, gently buttoning his loincloth from below while Xiaochi Chi’s eyes were closed.
One hand on the bottom, one hand on the top, about to meet in the middle, Ying Lou drew back her hand and gently touched Xiaochi Chi’s fingertips with her cold fingertips, like a sloppy kiss.
Xiaochi Chi felt down and found that the hem was properly buttoned, and without thinking about it, he rolled out of bed and raised his voice: “Ling A.”
The day will be bright, the next day will depart for the frontier, he got up early, there is no excuse.
As a servant, he has to be on guard every night in case his master needs anything. The original master, Tingyun Shi, has always been generous to the servants, and almost never disturbs the rest of the two servants unless it is a matter of importance to the general’s residence and he has to get up at night for personal matters.
So Ziling Chu entered with a few sleepy eyes, “Sir?”
Xiaochi Chi said, “I had trouble sleeping well when I left today, and I wanted to get up earlier.”
Ziling Chu fetched his outer clothes and tried to serve him to dress.
“No need to serve me.” Xiaochi Chi took the clothes in his hand and hastily put them on, “Go and serve the Gongzi Master.”
Ziling Chu was a bit confused.
In the past, this kind of trivial work of serving people in close quarters was always given to Shu A by the Prince.
He did not move and replied with a smile, “Yes.”
He walked over to the bed, “Mr. Yu, please.”
The frail, pale youth on the bed gave a dignified “mmm”, lifted the covers, opened his hands, and said politely, “Thank you.”
As Ziling Chu changed his clothes, his eyes feigned inadvertence as they swept over his face.
The word “national traitor” in Nan Southern is branded in the corner of the man’s eyes, and to those who do not know Nan Southern, the branding is beautifully shaped, much like a flower blooming.
…… a sinner, because of his excessive talent, can also be treated with such courtesy in the House.
With merit in hand, you can stand firm in any place.
Thinking about this, Ziling Chu said casually, “Your son spends all day with you, so you are really close, and you don’t know what you are talking about.”
This is just a seductive phrase. Ziling Chu eyes on Tingyun Shi, the corners of the lips with a smile, between the words have a little bit of the right jealousy.
He knew in his heart that Tingyun Shi was cultivating himself because he was interested in him in a different way. This kind of manly fun is just a nobleman’s elegant game, since this is the case, he also does not mind to get closer to this young gentleman through the maneuvering.
Hearing him say this, Tingyun Shi had not yet spoken, but Fengmian Yu, whom he was serving, turned to stare at him sideways, his tone not warm: “Is it your place to ask such things?”
Ziling Chu jolted.
He did not know this gongzi master very well, only that his origin and health are not very good, but very respected by the gongzi, so he thought he should be a good natured person.
“Don’t use me as a raft for you to curry favor with the Duke.” Fengmian Yu’s look and tone didn’t sound angry, just stating the facts gently, “…… recognize your identity.”
The word “identity” is exactly where Ziling Chu’s pain points are.
But Ziling Chu was so determined that she not only continued to dress him, but also continued to smile: “Yes, Mr. Yu. Ziling, I am sorry, but I will never do it again.”
After the words, he peeked at Tingyun Shi.
Tingyun Shi did not say a word about it, which was also expected by Ziling Chu.
Unlike Yuanzhao Yan, who is an equal and a good friend, Tingyun Shi naturally will not turn against his own husband for himself.
Having said that, Ziling Chu is inevitably angry.
He was reprimanded by the prince, he can take it lightly, for one thing, the two of them are actually equal in status, and secondly, it can also make Tingyun Shi feel unjust and stand up for him, indirectly pushing between Yuanzhao Yan and him, breeding conflicts, although you can’t expect to destroy their feelings, but also let them have some minor gaps.
However, Ziling Chu’s heart was inevitably shaken by the accusation of a lowly sinner who had once been honored.
He dared not underestimate this man’s heart and mind again, and quietly kept an eye out, but was not aware of the eyes of Tingyun Shi behind him.
Xiaochi Chi is curious: when did you know the scum attacker was him? Zhennanguan hasn’t heard back from there yet.
Ying Lou turned sideways, put the outer robe on, staggered Ziling Chu who was leaning over to clean up the bed, and made a gesture: when you ask him, who never does chores, to clean up the chores.
In fact, he was tempted to say that the moment before you asked him to come in the door that the eyes are ready to pit, a look at the look.
However, he liked the look of the little fox anyway, and had no intention of making the little fox correct, so he didn’t say so explicitly.
Xiaochi Chi walked towards the outside: ” Where is Shu A.”
Ziling Chu turned his back to him and replied with a smile while spreading the blanket: ” Shu A has gone to take care of your personal belongings. He is new to the battlefield and does not understand many things. I told him that what he has prepared is not useful in the battlefield, but he did not want to listen.”
Xiaochi Chi simply tied her long hair up with a hairband, “Then I will go and ask Lord Shu A to come and wash me myself.”
Ziling Chu smiled, “Take care, my lord.”
Xiaochi Chi made his way to where the boy was staying, paying a little attention to the display that had been restored to normal function on the way.
Ziling Chu’s favorable impression of Tingyun Shi is 53 and his regret value is 4, which is perfectly in the range of soft and hard to eat and still have peace of mind.
Xiaochi Chi didn’t think about how to deal with Ziling Chu at this stage, and went through his storage and found a function card.
Now with the world line, some information is easily available.
He used a function card called “World Line Locator”, which allows him to see what any person did in the original world line.
……
After Tingyun Shi’s death, Yeshu Li came to the Imperial City and presented a bloody letter, admitting that he was Yeshu Li, a servant in the General’s residence, and that he had received his son’s kindness and wanted to collect Tingyun Shi’s body from the Nan Southerners, rather than let him be buried by his enemies.
The city begged for a corpse, and still so wild, is like looking for death.
The Nan Southern general who was defending the city was quite disdainful.
Nan Southern is a martial artist, and does not like such Central Plains cowards who do not want revenge, but are proud of their martyrdom.
He reported the blood letter to Ziling Chu, saying that since the man wanted to repay his kindness, he might as well fulfill it and let him be a living martyr.
At this time, Ziling Chu’s appearance was much thinner than the last time Tingyun Shi saw him in the world line. When he read the bloody letter, he burned it with an oil lamp on one side: “Reply to him: If you are an enemy, you are also a Nan Southern man, so why do you have the face to bury him?
When the general heard that Yeshu Li was from Nan Southern, his desire to kill diminished: “No?”
Ziling Chu said, “I won’t kill him. If he comes here, he wants to die. He just wants to see you, so why should I obey him?”
The Nan Southern general relayed Ziling Chu’s words truthfully.
At that, Yeshu Li laughed out loud and said to the general, “Then please bury this with my son. Please keep it well, and in a few years, I will retrieve it together with my son’s skeleton. When the time comes, Shu A will kill himself in front of the tomb to thank for the crime of not following his life and death.”
Said, he took out a bull’s-ear pointed knife from his arms, probe into the mouth, a knife cut tongue.
The Nan Southern general was shocked, but inevitably he had respect for this little servant’s ambition. After telling the other guards that he would drive this man away so as not to pollute the gates, he dragged Yeshu Li away, who was in pain and vomiting blood, back to his home, administered medicine for his injuries, saved his life, and sent him out of the city after he was stabilized, lying, “Your tongue has been buried with your son! He said, “Your tongue has been buried with your son, so get lost.
Yeshu Li also knew that he was lying to himself.
The Duke always laughed at him for being trivial, and if his own tongue was buried with the Duke, the Duke would probably be annoyed.
But it doesn’t matter.
His flesh and blood, as long as he can guard his son somewhere in this Wang City, will be fine.
The tongue is the least important thing to him now.
Yeshu Li bowed, saluted him, and then, pale, staggered away from Wang City.
After that, Central Plains was plunged into years of war.
Seven years later, Wang City was recaptured by the Imperial Army.
By that time, Ziling Chu had already left Wang City, and the Nan Southern general was captured and taken outside the city in chains when a silver-helmeted general, covered with dust and wounds and riding a white horse, came a short distance in front of him, watched him for a moment, then suddenly called a halt to the procession and lifted his chin with his whip.
Nan Southern The general saw a familiar face.
Yeshu Li also recognized him and smiled at him as he tugged on the reins with one hand.
Nan Southern’s general was stunned and led away by his team.
The adjutant general rode up with him: “Is this man an old acquaintance of the general?”
Yeshu Li gestures to his lieutenant: Do not bury him alive. Give him a piece of your mind.
The adjutant nodded, turned his horse around, and headed in the direction of the executioner.
Yeshu Li rode a horse to tour the street and announced his triumph.
His ears were not bad and he could hear people talking about him all around.
“Is he Yeshu Li, the famous mute general?”
“Yes. Look at the man’s temperament, silver – gun and white horse, must be everyone’s origin.”
“I heard that he was originally a domestic slave of the general’s house.”
“Where did you hear such words. In the book, the one who makes the silver gun and rides the white horse is either Ma Chao or Gao Huai De, both of whom are first-class generals and heroes, which will be ordinary people.”
“Yes. I heard that this person kills like a sack, every city will be slaughtered Nan Southern generals, I thought it was some kind of nightstick-like figure, who wanted to be born like this …… like a reader.”
Yeshu Li bowed his head with a smile and beat his horse forward.
After the return of the current Emperor, Yeshu Li requested a visit to the tomb of the Prince.
After Ziling Chu’s original palace in the imperial city, he took off his silver armor and changed into a straight jacket and cleaned himself up before arriving at the tomb.
He knelt down and bowed deeply for a song.
Whenever he comes to the Duke, he always has endless things to say.
Yeshu Li tries to make a sound: “Ah.”
He was amused by the unpleasant and strange sound he made.
He leaned against the tombstone and wrote on it with his right hand what he wanted to say, saying that he regretted at first, that he should not have listened to his son and stayed in the general’s house, that he should have gone with his son to Nan Southern, that he is now the god-hating Yeshu Li, that his sister Qing A is now married and has children and is doing well, that he found that with diligent practice, even a dumb bird can fly and become a He said he had discovered that even a dumb bird can fly and become a roc.
He wrote, “Sorry, gongzi, seven years have passed and Shu A has just come.
When he was talking and writing, Yeshu Li got tired and pillowed in front of his tombstone and closed his eyes, just like he slept outside his son’s room every night when he was young.
The next morning, his lieutenant was shocked to find that Yeshu Li had slit his wrists in front of Tingyun Shi’s tomb and died.
He was covered in blood, blood seeped into the surrounding soil, the dark red soaked through a half-meter circle of land, Yeshu Li sat in the center of the circle, hanging his head against the tombstone, looking peaceful, as if sleeping.
No one told him that before Ziling Chu left, he had sensed that Wang City was in danger, so he exhumed the bones of Tingyun Shi, packed them in a small coffin and took them away with the army.
Yeshu Li martyred an empty grave.
But it’s good to know that he walks in peace.
The world line stops and Xiaochi Chi stands in front of the window.
Shu A’s room is lit by candlelight, and you can see the busy people in it.
Today, Shu A is still the same trivial and nagging Shu A. He is not skilled in martial arts, not interested in the art of war, but only loves to surround the stove, and every night before going to sleep, he will ask what the Prince wants to have for breakfast, lunch and dinner tomorrow.
Xiaochi Chi pushes in the door.
Yeshu Li heard the door ring and turned back in dismay: “My lord, why don’t you sleep more hours, the rooster is not even crowing yet.”
Xiaochi Chi said, “It is difficult for me to rest without the company of Shu A. I am not used to it.”
Yeshu Li was amused: “Your Excellency is joking again. You see, I brought a green bean pillow, to clear the heart and lower the fire, I selected the best green beans one by one to make, guaranteed to be useful.”
Xiaochi Chi leaned against the door and looked at him, “You bring these trivial things, they take up space and are heavy, why bother?”
Yeshu Li has his own reasoning: “Poor and rich, outside is not like home, some things are better to take with you.”
Xiaochi Chi picked up his bucket-sized bag and examined it: “Duck in sauce?”
Yeshu Li wiped his sweat: “Your son loves to eat, keep some on the road.”
Xiaochi Chi picked up another one: “Dried apricots?”
Yeshu Li : “The carriage is bumpy on the road, and your master’s body is weak, so he may not be able to bear it, so prepare some sour food to appease your stomach.”
Xiaochi Chi picked up a red amulet that had been placed on the bed, “What is this again?”
“Qing A sent this to me overnight.” Yeshu Li raised her eyes and smiled, “She went to Qing Yuan Temple to beg for it, and also asked the master to open the light, and asked me to pass it to the Duke, wishing him a safe trip, and that no sword or spear can come near him.”
Xiaochi Chi held the amulet: “She has a heart. What about yours, she didn’t ask for one for you?”
Yeshu Li scratched his head: “She originally asked, the small specially instructed her not to beg, afraid to beg two will not work.”
Xiaochi Chi grabbed the charm in his hand: ” Shu A , you are too trivial.”
Yeshu Li didn’t mind either: “It’s good to do something for you.”
Xiaochi Chi threw the talisman at him, “If you want to work for me, why don’t you come and be my lieutenant?”
Yeshu Li reached out and caught it, a little puzzled: “Isn’t Ling A here? I’ll just worry about your son’s food and living.”
Xiaochi Chi asked, “Do you want to be a waiter for the rest of your life?”
Yeshu Li is also not stupid, he knows that the Duke is intentionally lifting, but he still shakes his head once, honestly said: “As long as the Duke’s boy, Shu A will be willing.”
Xiaochi Chi lowered his eyes: “Then I will strive not to die and want you to serve me for the rest of your life.”
Because of these words, Xiaochi Chi got into a big trouble.
Yeshu Li from serving him to dress, to wash, to breakfast, to take the horse to set off, to the road to the Imperial City to lead the army, and then out of the city, the mouth did not rest, the core theme is “the son of nonsense”, and would like to Xiaochi Chi bah on a hundred times, to spit out all the bad luck to go.
Xiaochi Chi was nagged with a bitter face, but earnestly listened to every word of his nagging and tried to pretend not to see Yuanheng Yan’s frequent glances ahead.
