After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Guyu Mountain

It was night, with the moon and stars sparse, and the stream gurgling in front of the door. The cold moonlight illuminated the water surface with fine ripples. Occasionally, a few fish jumped out, reflecting the surrounding dense grass, flowers, and slender willows in the water, which created a unique artistic conception.

Chu Yitang thought it was stuffy in the house, so he put a deck chair in the yard, made a pot of tea, and prepared to enjoy the moon before going back to sleep.

So as soon as Lan Yu arrived at the door, he saw this man lying with his feet in the air, enjoying tea and watching the moon leisurely.

Lan Yu spent a day arranging all the affairs in Tianjing before setting off for his return. The God Emperor also specially gave him two extra days off to have a good rest, calling it a congratulatory gift for his move-in.

Get some rest!

Lan Yu had a headache when he thought that there was still a lot of housework to do when he went back. The old man also said that Shang Shen should let him go more because he was older. Did he forget to tell them that Chu Yitang actually looked a few years younger than him? ! !

Having no choice but to stay under the shelter of others, Lan Yu could only accept his fate, drooping his head, and walked in honestly to Chu Yitang and respectfully greeted him: "I've met the Lord Shen. Good evening, Lord Shen."

Well, in fact, considering Lan Yu's status, he rarely shows any courtesy to anyone. His official position is too high, and he lives in seclusion on weekdays. He rarely has the opportunity to get along with others, so he can only ask one question at this time. Good evening dryly.

Chu Yitang glanced at him, put the cup on the stone bench, pushed the other tea cup in front of him, and motioned for him to sit down: "Why have you been here for so long?"

Lan Yu seemed not to have expected that Chu Yitang would ask this. He was stunned for a moment before replying: "Yes, there were a lot of things piled up before that were not taken care of, so I was delayed for a while when I went back this time."

Chu Yitang said oh meaningfully, and asked again without thinking: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Ate."

"How was your meal?"

Lan Yu was a little confused by his question. He stared at Chu Yitang for a while, then he finally understood something and hesitantly asked: "You haven't eaten?"

Seeing that he was enlightened, Chu Yitang nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, I've been waiting for you."

If Ma Bi really comes to work as a maid for him, she won't have to pay for it.

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Lan Yu's heart ran wildly through ten thousand grass and mud horses. What a bullshit adventure. If he had known that he would go there this time, it would be better not to come back. If there is no one to take care of him, he still has to wait for others. There is no dignity at all in riding a horse.

However, he still upheld the good moral character of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, asked Lord Shangshen about his dietary needs, got up and went to the kitchen.

Soon Lan Yu came out with a bowl of thin noodles. The fried golden shredded pork was spread on the noodles. He also blanched two green vegetables and sprinkled some chopped green onion. It looked very good.

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and Chu Yitang didn't have much to eat in his small, shabby kitchen. He rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find the noodles and bacon, and then went to the backyard to pick up two vegetables to make this bowl of noodles.

Although Chu Yitang is not very good at taking care of himself, he can still grow vegetables.

Lan Yu was originally worried that he would dislike him and wanted to explain the reason for his food constraints. Chu Yitang seemed very happy. Although his appearance was gentle, he ate very quickly. He finished the bowl of noodles in a short time.

The moonlight is soft, as smooth as gauze when it comes down. Chu Yitang is dressed in plain white brocade clothes. The collar is a little skewed because he was just lying down, vaguely revealing some cold white skin on his shoulders and neck. His black hair is scattered around his neck, and his long eyebrows are The curvature of the temples and the end of the eyes is not sharp, but is slightly red and wet, like two clusters of rose-colored begonias soaked in rain and dew, but the lips are bright red, contrasting with the jade-like skin color, like red plums falling on the snow. , complement each other, and it looks a bit like a beauty under the moon.

Lan Yu watched him eating noodles and suddenly felt that he was not that difficult to take care of. So far, it seems that he is not picky about food and is easy to fool. Although his temper is a bit unstable, he is still easy-going.

When Chu Yitang was full, he put his bowl on the table and was in a rare good mood. Lan Yu was also very conscious. He put away the dishes and washed them, and cleaned the stove again before wiping his hands.

Lan Yu originally thought that Chu Yitang would have nothing to do here, so he planned to say good night to him and go back to the house to sleep.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yitang propped up his chin and spoke before him in a neutral tone: "There is a curse on you. If you see blood when you cast the spell and recite the curse, it will break out, and the skin and flesh will burst and the pain will be excruciating."

He paused and then added: "Moreover, it is still a curse from your closest relatives' bloodline. The person who placed the curse is probably no longer here, so there is no solution to this curse."

Hearing this, Lan Yu's body suddenly froze, and the hands hanging by his sides gradually clenched into fists, and his nails slowly dug into the palms, as if he was hit by a heavy punch in the heart, and those memories that had not been remembered for a long time were like being released from a cage. The savage beast tore him apart in an instant, leaving him in agony.

It took Lan Yu a long time to find his voice, his throat was extremely dry: "Yes, Lord Shen, is there anything else you want to say?"

Chu Yitang stood up from the recliner, took Lan Yu's hand from behind, rolled up his sleeves, and accurately found the curse mark. A steady stream of spiritual power entered the meridians through his fingertips and traveled throughout his body.

After a while, the blue-black color of the curse mark changed from dark to light, and then blended into the skin color. Now, if you don't look carefully, you can't see any clues.

Lan Yu just stood there blankly, almost forgetting to react.

He has a withdrawn temperament and hates any physical contact with others. Even the friction through clothes will make him feel uncomfortable, so he rarely goes out in order to have less contact with others.

He stared at Chu Yitang's fingers on his wrist, and his ears were unconsciously stained with a strange blush.

His spiritual power was as calm as mountain water, and there was an indescribable sense of joy when it poured into his chest. The previous injury on his palm was also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, Chu Yitang retracted his hand, yawned, passed by Lan Yu, stepped into the room, and did not forget to add:

"I helped you suppress it temporarily. It won't be a problem for a year and a half. If you get hurt again, just come to me."

Lan Yu's ears turned red even more, and he nodded blankly. Chu Yitang thought for a moment and spoke again: "Is there breakfast tomorrow? I think the common people eat three meals a day."

"Yes, what do you want to eat?"

After receiving a positive answer, Chu Yitang waved his hand and replied nonchalantly: "It's all fine. Just watch and do it. Just call me when you're done. Don't call me God King all day long. I'm not used to it. Call me by name." That’s it.”

Before Chu Yitang closed the door, he glanced at Lan Yu, who was still standing on the steps. In order to show his friendliness, Chu Yitang stuck his head out and said to him seriously:

"Good night, Lan Yu."

Lan Yu couldn't help laughing, but because he was too embarrassed to speak, he could only whisper something in his heart when he turned around and went back to his room.

Good night, Ah Tang.