I picked up a ghost and took it home

Xiao Qi looked at the wound on Yan Qi's body, and said pleasantly: "Brother Yan, the wound is much better, and there is no scar left. The medicine sent by Mr. Meng is really effective."

Yan Qi straightened his clothes and remained silent.

Xiao Qi put away the ointment, and said: "Although Mr. Meng hasn't come recently, he still wants to have someone deliver the medicine. It can be seen that he is very concerned about Brother Yan."

Yan Qi turned his head to look out the window, but within half a month, after a continuous autumn rain ended, most of the hibiscus had withered, and the remaining flowers fell to the ground, leaving only a tree with thick green leaves.

Xiao Qi put on Yan Qi's coat, and continued: "I went to the courtyard next door to inquire. Mr. Meng's background is very extraordinary. His father was the prefect of Jinguan City. Although he has no official position, he is in the brocade business. , is very rich. Brother Yan gets along well with him, if he is happy, he might redeem himself for Brother Yan, otherwise Brother Yan can leave here in an open and honest manner."

Yan Qi caressed the guqin on the table with his fingers, but did not answer.

Seeing that Yan Qi was unhappy, Xiao Qi stopped talking.

In the evening, the front yard started to be noisy again. Yan Qi ate half a bowl of porridge with two side dishes, and drank half a jug of wine by himself, then leaned on the couch, staring blankly at the dark sky in a daze.There is no moon in the sky, it is the end of the month.

Footsteps came from the yard, and Xiao Qi greeted her in surprise: "Mr. Meng, you are here."

Meng Zhe said gently, "Where's your brother?"

"I was still in a daze just now, but now I seem to have fallen asleep." Xiao Qi said obediently.

"How was your dinner?" Meng Zhe had already entered the room while he was speaking.

"It's better than the previous two days, and I drank some wine." Xiao Qi said happily.

When Meng Zhe came to the bed, he saw Yan Qi was asleep with a thin quilt slanted on his body, facing out of the window, but he didn't disturb him, and waved his hand to let Xiao Qi out.Xiao Qi blushed a little, but felt a little relieved, and quietly exited, closing the door.

Meng Zhe leaned over and put Yan Qi's protruding feet back under the quilt. He was sweating profusely when he walked, and his palms were warm.Yan Qi's feet were icy-cold, upon such a touch, Yan Qi woke up suddenly, and opened his eyes blankly.Seeing the bewildered expression on his face, Meng Che moved over and kissed him.

Yan Qi's body stiffened for a while, but he couldn't help but let Meng Che pry his lips and teeth open, and kissed him deeply.

Yan Qi struggled, wanting to stop Meng Zhe's hand from taking off his clothes, but he didn't reach out to stop him, he lusted after and kissed Meng Zhe.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qi would be so enthusiastic, Meng Che was a little surprised, but seeing the blurred eyes and flushed cheeks of the person in front of him, his heart was aroused, and his whole body was about to move. Throwing it on the bed, leaning|pressing it up.

Yan Qi looked at the swaying top of the tent as if in a dream, his fingers hanging outside the tent trembled stiffly.

... Ah, bought and sold.

... Ye Fan, I regret it, I should not have listened to Xin Pan's dissuasion and insisted on coming.

Yan Qi closed his eyes.

After tossing and tossing all night, Meng Che lay down tiredly.Yan Qi faced into the tent, silently, he didn't know whether he passed out or fell asleep, there were old scars on his white body that hadn't faded, and there were also new scars that Meng Zhe had added tonight, it looked a little scary.

Meng Che raised his hand to cover Yan Qi with the quilt, and couldn't help but leaned forward to kiss Yan Qi's sweaty temples. After the kiss was over, he was stunned again. Restraint, not a person who indulges|sex|excessively, this is the first time that he can't control himself like this, he has an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart, as if once he meets this cold person, he will stick to it and can't stop .

It was twilight.The book boy whispered outside the door, "My lord, it's getting late, go home."

Meng Zhe wanted to sit up, but lay down heavily again, and said in a hoarse voice, "I won't be coming back today."

"Yes." The book boy replied, but there was no more sound.

Meng Zhe turned over, hugged Yan Qi's body in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.It wasn't until mid-afternoon that I slowly woke up.Yan Qi didn't sleep, but quietly snuggled into his arms.Meng Che raised Yan Qi's face and stared at him. Yan Qi didn't resist, but turned his eyes away instead of looking at Meng Che.

Meng Zhe frowned: "Why don't you always look at me? You didn't look at me last night. Did I force you? Or did I do something to make you hate me so much?"

Yan Qi's eyes trembled slightly, but he still looked away.

Meng Zhe suddenly felt a little bored, and said in a low voice, "I have never forced anyone. If you really don't want to, you can just say so." He let go of his words, sat up, got dressed and got out of bed, saying nothing away.

Return to Meng Mansion at dusk.As soon as he entered the door, he was dragged to a corner by a young man and looked him up and down. Meng Zhe felt uncomfortable for a while, and frowned, "Han Yi, have you seen enough? What's the matter?"

Han Yi rested his chin in his hand and interrogated: "Be honest, where did you go last night?"

"...At home." Meng Zhe said bravely.

"Nonsense!" Han Yi snorted softly, "I went to find you early this morning, but my sister-in-law said you were not here, and you didn't come back last night!"

"You still ask if you know." Meng Zhe didn't want to explain further, so he bypassed Han Yi and wanted to enter the yard.Han Yi jumped in front of Meng Zhe again, stopped him, and said earnestly, "Cousin, sister-in-law is such a good woman, why are you doing this to her?"

"It's nothing for a man to have three wives and four concubines." Meng Zhe said simply.

"...Do you really have a woman outside?!" Han Yi grabbed Meng Zhe's arm to prevent him from leaving, and said, "You can't treat sister-in-law like this."

Meng Zhe took Han Yi's hand away: "I'm a little tired. If you have any advice, I'll talk about it another day."

When the two touched their fingers, they were both stunned. Meng Zhe quickly let go of his hand and strode away.

Yan Qi had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still wet, so he sat under the lamp and flipped through a book casually.Xiao Qi wiped his hair with a cloth towel, glanced at the hickey on Yan Qi's neck, and said cautiously: "Brother Yan was exhausted yesterday, go to bed early today, don't bother your eyes."

Yan Qi didn't answer, but closed the book silently, a little lost in thought.

While they were quiet, Meng Zhe suddenly walked in from the outside and asked Xiao Qi to go out.Xiao Qi was taken aback, hesitated and said: "Mr. Meng, brother Yan is injured—"

"Get out!" Meng Zhe said coldly.

Xiao Qi glanced at Yan Qi timidly, Yan Qi waved his hand at him, Xiao Qi nodded and went out, closing the door.Meng Zhe came over, grabbed Yan Qi's chin, and kissed it passionately, stripped off Yan Qi's pajamas in two or three strokes, pressed Yan Qi on the couch, and rushed in straight.

Yan Qi was arched in pain, covered in cold sweat, Meng Che ignored him, bit Yan Qi's neck, and called out a name frantically: "Han Yi."

……

Yan Qi laughed miserably.

……

The autumn wind entered the window, and the candlelight flickered for a while, lighting up the house indefinitely.

Meng Che fell into a deep sleep on the bed.Yan Qi clings to the jug, and sits under the window carelessly, with a smile always on his pale face.

It was twilight.The bookboy whispered outside the door: "My lord, it's getting late, let's go back home."

Meng Zhe woke up slowly, sighed before opening his eyes, and sat up, only to find that there was nothing around him.

Yan Qi had two jugs in his hand, but he was neither drunk nor asleep, he was leaning against the window sill, staring in a daze at the tree hibiscus whose leaves were beginning to wither.

Meng Zhe walked over after getting dressed, and found that Yan Qi was only wearing thin pajamas, with dew on his hair, and his body was wet and cold. He couldn't help frowning: "Why don't you go to bed? The clothes are too thin." Go straight away, turn back and take the coat to put on Yan Qi, before going out, frowned and said: "I'm sorry last night, I lost my temper."

Yan Qi smiled lightly.

Seeing Yan Qi's indifferent expression, Meng Che felt displeased, but he left without saying a word.

For another half month, Meng Zhe didn't come, and Yan Qi was calm, but Xiao Qi was worried.Xiao Qi remembered that when Meng Zhe left last time, he had a displeased face, fearing that Meng Zhe would not come.After all, Xiaoqi has seen benefactors from other yards, either they are old or ugly, or they have a wretched face, or they like to torture people, young and handsome like Mr. Meng, rich and powerful, they are quite temperamental Gentle, it is very rare.

Xiao Qi couldn't help whispering in Yan Qi's ear: "Brother Yan, next time Mr. Meng comes, treat him warmly, don't be cold, and when he leaves, you can beat me and scold me, Xiao Qi is willing."

Yan Qi was taken aback for a moment, looked at Xiao Qi's immature face, raised his hand and gestured: "Why do you care about me so much?"

Although Xiao Qi doesn't know how to read or sign yet, but after spending a while with Yan Qi, he probably knows what Yan Qi means, and he laughed and said, "Brother Yan is a good person, he shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be here. Being bullied."

Yan Qi smiled with downcast eyes, shook his head, and continued to look at the blue autumn sky outside the window.

It's rare to see so many expressions on Yan Qi's face, Xiao Qi didn't know whether to be happy or sad, he hurriedly hugged Pipa and said with a smile: "Brother Yan is in a good mood today, play a tune for me. "

Knowing that Xiao Qi was trying to make him happy, Yan Qi didn't refuse, took the pipa and held it in his arms, before pointing his fingers, but stared at the pipa in his arms in a daze... Liyuan... How many years ago...

Now that the dynasties have changed, even the Tang Dynasty no longer exists.

I heard that the Daming Palace is gone.

The emperor's brother is gone.

...all gone.

When the fingers are pressed on the string, it is a cold touch.Yan Qi wondered in a daze, what on earth was he doing.

At the end of the song, Xiao Qi was fascinated by listening to it, but Yan Qi let go of the pipa and fell down on the couch wearily.Seeing that Yan Qi seemed to be about to take a nap, Xiao Qi lightly hugged the pipa and went out. You might as well see Meng Zhe standing in the yard, a little lost in thought. Xiao Qi was pleasantly surprised and was about to salute, but Meng Zhe made a "shh " gesture.

Xiao Qi understood, quickly stopped talking, happily hugged the pipa, and followed Meng Zhe into the house.

Meng Zhe stood in front of the couch and saw that Yan Qi's eyes were tightly closed. He didn't know if he was really asleep or just didn't care about him.Meng Zhe didn't wake them up either, he wandered around the room by himself, seeing the calligraphy and painting under the paperweight on the case, which was blown up by the cool wind from the window from time to time, so he went over to look at it casually.

After looking at it, he was stunned.

portrait.

All are his portraits.

The person in the portrait is him, but it doesn't seem to be him.

There are young ones and there are old ones.

All kinds, all kinds of demeanor.Lifelike, as if carved into the bone marrow.

"once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking."

Different from Yan Qi's delicate and soft appearance, his handwriting is loose and unruly, and his character is arrogant, which matches his always cold expression very well.

Meng Zhe looked at the sleeping person on the couch in surprise.