Herding sheep on Zha Gong's head

With the sound of rolling wheels, a simple dark brown carriage slowly stopped outside the wooden gate of the backyard of Liyang Hou Mansion.

The driver of the carriage let out a cry, tightened the rope with both hands, and stopped the black horse in front of him.

He quickly jumped to the ground with both feet, and first looked to the left and right with his slanted, cold eyes. He didn't see anything unusual. He stared indifferently and turned back to the carriage.

Leaning slightly forward, stretching out his left arm, he opened the hanging brown car curtain, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Fu, we're here."

Lowering his eyes, the coachman maintained the posture of raising the curtain, and after waiting for a short while, first a hand was stretched out from inside the sedan chair.

That hand was very close to the driver's cheek, and if either side moved a little closer, it would touch the other side.

Out of the corner of his eye, the coachman caught a glimpse of the hand that was as white as porcelain, and seemed to smell a faint fragrance of orchids. He couldn't control his eyes, and glanced up.

Then he saw that the five fingers of that hand were slender, the joints were shiny, the roots were distinct, the finger pulp was full, the nails were trimmed evenly, the skin was white and transparent, the blue blood vessels and purple veins underneath were clearly discernible.

The coachman took a deep breath in his heart, restrained the idea of ​​continuing to investigate, and lowered his head even lower.

Even if this person has been oppressed by thousands of people, he is still the person of his master, the third prince, on the surface, not someone like him who can spy on him.

The young man called Mr. Fu, or you can call him a young man, is under eighteen years old, with a thin body and a handsome and beautiful face. Although his face is sickly and pale, he has a different kind of delicate beauty.

The coachman saw the hem of the lavender shirt of the beautiful young man. Knowing that he had already got off the car, he walked quickly to the closed door and knocked lightly three times. After a while, the door opened from the inside, and a man in servant clothes opened the door , looked at the coachman quickly, and saw that he was wearing the unique waist badge of the palace staff on his waist, and his expression immediately became respectful.

"This is the small gift Your Highness promised to Lord Hou a few days ago, and I ordered it to be delivered today." The coachman took two steps back to one side, tilted his left arm towards the carriage, and pointed at a young man standing there.

The servant had known about this earlier, and even tidied up the house in advance. He raised his eyes to look at the boy in purple shirt, and was attracted by the boy's beautiful and soft face in an instant. Pretending to cough, Fang recovered from his astonishment.

"...Thank you, Your Highness, for our Marquis." The servant said to the coachman at any time, but his eyes were glued to the sick and handsome young man under the gray stairs.

Knowing that the matter had been settled, the coachman retreated to the side of the vehicle, and this time he directly raised his eyes to look at the boy's gender-blurred face, with a faint trace of reluctance in his expression, but it soon faded away.

"Sir, please."

The young man's lowered eyelids lifted up little by little, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly due to the cold wind. He turned to look at the coachman and smiled gently at him.

The voice is quiet and elegant, like the orchid breath exuding from his body: "Thank you."

The coachman was stunned immediately, with a blank expression on his face, and the young man in front of him, after saying this, turned his head and walked towards the back door of the Hou Mansion.

Creaking, the subtle sound of wooden doors closing.

The coachman trembled all over, suddenly looked up at the closed courtyard door, and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was not the one he had known in the past.

That person, even with a smile on his face, has endless sadness in his eyes, ready to shed tears at any time.

But the young man who just entered the Hou's mansion, the smile spread from the corner of his mouth all the way to his eyes, and even the breath around him seemed to be happy.

As soon as he entered the door, the fragrance of roses came rushing towards his face, followed by the cool wind that chilled his neck, Xiaobai raised his hand, and slightly tightened his clothes, the servants led the way, so he didn't notice Xiaobai's words The expression on the face at the time was not the expression that a loved one should have as a bed-warming item for others. The bottom of the eyes was indifferent, and the eyes turned to the right, looking at the sea of ​​blooming flowers, slightly With half-closed eyes, he took a deep breath of the refreshing fragrance of flowers in the air.

Turning left and right all the way, after crossing a water covered bridge, came to another wooden door, the wooden door was not locked, the servant stepped forward and pushed open the door with both hands, the fragrance of orchids wafted out from the room, before entering the room, Xiao Bai stood at the bottom of the stairs, looked in, and saw an orchid in a porcelain white vase on the desk by the window.

"My lord, please come in. This is the room that Hou Ye specially arranged for the slaves. See if there is anything you don't like. If there is something inappropriate, please feel free to mention it." The servant stood by the door, did not enter the room, but After Xiaobai entered, he followed up two steps.

Xiaobai looked around, he actually didn't have much requirement for the place where he lived, even if he just slept on the floor, it was only a little colder and harder.

Besides, this is someone else's mansion, how could he not know his specific identity, even though these people call him son, in terms of humbleness, he is not as good as them, one is regarded as an item, and today he is given to this person for two games My God, I will give that person to sleep for a few days tomorrow, so it is really not as good as some watchdogs outside the door, at least they can fight against others.

He didn't dare to rely on the power of the third prince.

"No, don't bother." Xiaobai walked to the desk, reached out and gently stroked the petals of the orchid, staring at the delicate stamens.

"Young master is tired from traveling and traveling, and the slave will not disturb you to rest." Said the servant bowed and exited the room.

The two doors were closed together from the outside, and the sound of footsteps slowly faded away.

Xiaobai turned around and sat down on the wooden chair, picked up the teapot in the middle of the table, the water in the pot was still warm, it seemed that he estimated that he would come at this time, so he made preparations in advance, poured himself a cup of tea, Xiaobai held the teacup and drank it down in one gulp.

The overall style of the house is simple and elegant, without too many decorations, simple and simple, but any single item is much more exquisite and luxurious than ordinary houses. If you take it out, it must be able to exchange a lot of money. The teacup was empty, and he raised the cup to his eyes for a closer look.

According to the original plot, the owner of this mansion will come back tomorrow night, so from now to tomorrow, he is free.

As early as the carriage meeting, he had already thought about what countermeasures he should take when Hou Yeyan Lingan returned home.

Rather than planning for a rainy day, he actually prefers to be adaptable, and nothing can hinder him.

Now suddenly I am free, and when people are free, it is easy to recall, recall some things in the past.

Xiaobai doesn't like memories very much, but emotion is sometimes out of his personal control, the more he wants to suppress it, the easier it is to jump out directly at certain times.

Before the pair died, they stared into his eyes, where there was a strong love, without any impurities, the purest.

Until his death, he didn't have any blame or hatred towards him, it was too heavy, and it had already affected him.

He once thought that he would not be affected by anything after traveling through so many worlds and reincarnating so many times between life and death.

But it turned out not to be like that.

But that's probably all there is to it.

If there is such a day, there is such a possibility in the future, he can go back, in another capacity, he thinks, he will make up for the debt he owes them.

Then, continue on your own.

The time of the day passes quickly, and the peaceful and peaceful time is always short.

After all, he is not here for enjoyment, but as an object, an object for pleasure, for people to enjoy.

When night fell, a servant with an unfamiliar face came to Xiaobai's house, carried a wooden bucket, filled it with hot water, and served Xiaobai to take a bath, and a special person delivered ointment. Xiaobai took the things, dressed in a The transparent purple tulle that can barely cover her body, after taking a bath, she sat on the bed.

After someone moved the tub out, put down the curtains, dug out some ointment, sat on the head of the bed, and made some preparations.

Incense was lit in the house, and the thick aroma lingered throughout the house.

After all, Xiaobai lifted the curtain of the bed, and fell directly to the ground, stepping barefoot on the cold floor tiles, and walked out of the house.

There are also blood-red roses planted next to his room. The owner of this mansion likes roses very much, and they are the favorite of his deceased mother and concubine.

Being too affectionate will only make that a weakness of oneself.

Barefoot walked to the door, the ointment contained aphrodisiac ingredients, Xiaobai's body was hot at this time, but the soles of his feet were cold, so there was a different kind of comfort, he raised his arm, and the vaguely transparent tulle It slid down from the wrist bone, revealing the pink arm, grabbed the doorknob, and pulled hard.

The wooden door creaked and was quickly opened.

Lift your feet and step over the threshold.

There was no one outside the house, and the servants all retreated outside the courtyard. He was going to warm the bed for Master Hou, so the others naturally had to retreat.

The courtyard is wide, surrounded by a five-six-meter-high wall, and red lanterns with candles are hung on the eaves. On the wall, the red light shrouds the courtyard, which is an intoxicating beauty.

In the world he travels through, there are few ancient worlds. As a member of modern people, it seems that there is a yearning for everything in ancient times in his bones.

It seems that every kind of existence, even every brick and tile, bears traces of history.

Stepping on the cold floor tiles, Xiaobai walked down the stairs step by step.

Turn right, and walk to the rose flower on the right that is more blooming than the back door of the Hou Mansion.

Walking all the way to the flowers, there are sharp thorns growing on the flower branches and vines, the clothes on Xiaobai's body are thin, and many places are scratched by the flower thorns.

This season is early spring, and the remaining coldness of winter in the air is not over yet, but after applying the ointment, Xiaobai's whole body is slightly warmed up, and this bit of air-conditioning neutralizes the heat a little bit.

His feet were bare, and even though he carefully watched the path among the flowers, he could not help stepping on the spikes occasionally, and the flower thorns pierced the soles of his feet, and blood slowly flowed out.

If you want to get, you must give.

Xiaobai has always known this truth very clearly.

Xu Ling'an got off the white horse and got off the ground, climbed the steps, and walked into the main entrance of the Hou Mansion. With a sound.

"Master Hou."

With slanted eyes, the shrewd butler immediately walked to Xu Ling'an's side in two steps, following his fast pace.

"Master Hou, the things from the third prince have been prepared."

Xu Ling'an looked slightly surprised, turned his head to look at the housekeeper, and only remembered what happened after a while.

"The Marquis was just joking at the time. I didn't expect him to be willing to send someone here." Xu Ling'an paused for a while and continued to move forward, all the way to the front hall. A maid stepped forward to take off his outer robe.

After sitting down at the main seat in the middle, another maidservant came to make tea with a very respectful attitude.

Xu Ling'an took the teacup and took a sip, then raised his arm and waved it.

The servants in the room understood what he meant, lowered their heads, and retreated from the steward's left and right sides.

"Fuyue? Are you sure it's him, not someone else?" There is a certain reason for this question. Back then, Fuyue's father, Minister of Rites, committed a felony, and his father was directly beheaded. The strong were exiled as slaves, while the weak were sent to brothels.

This Fuyue was born with insufficiency, fearing that she would die on the road before reaching beyond the Great Wall, so she was sold as a prostitute together with the girls from her family.

Although he was weak, he had an excellent reputation when he was young. Before he was weak, he went to the examination room without telling his father, and won the championship in one fell swoop. If he hadn't passed out suddenly in the second examination, he must have been the number one scholar back then. he.

At that time, Xu Ling'an's mother and concubine died of a serious illness, but the other party also came to his house with other good friends to express their condolences. In the crowd, Xu Ling'an once caught a glimpse of the other party's profile, and even a profile was enough to make him The heart was amazed, the eyebrows and eyes traced by ink, and the lips dyed with vermilion really deserved the comment about him in the market, as bright as a peach blossom, as bright as a spring plum.

When his father was beheaded for a crime, he happened to leave the capital for something, but he didn't want to come back. The other party has transformed into the third prince's man.

In private, I heard that in order to win people's hearts, the third prince has been extraordinarily generous recently, giving his beloved things to share with others.

It was all speculation, Xu Ling'an once felt that what he said was not true, once when he was with the third prince, he jokingly asked him for Fuyue, but he did not expect that the third prince agreed at that time, saying that it would be delivered to the mansion in a few days.

Xu Ling'an ordered his subordinates to clean up the house, but he didn't really think that Fuyue would really come over.

Looking at it now, the third prince really had other plans in order to redeem Fuyue from Fengyue.

He thought that although he didn't have a deep friendship with the third prince, he could see clearly that the third prince was not a very affectionate person no matter how he looked at it.

In order to save the son of a guilty minister, the disturbance almost alarmed the higher authorities, so it was for the present.

However, this person is indeed worthy of the third prince, not only him, Xu Ling'an thought, there must be quite a few people in the capital who were once amazed by that young man and fell in love with him.

After all, it is hard not to be tempted by such a person who looks like a fairy and a demon.

In order to get the other party, even if they have to be involved in the palace war, there are people who are willing to take the risk. In addition, the third prince is indeed much better than the only second prince above. As for the candidate for the future crown prince, without this situation, Xu Ling'an would be willing to support the third prince.

However, he was not worried about any troubles in the future. His father had saved the life of the late emperor, and he held the imperial decree written by the late emperor in his hand, and he was blessed for generations.

The country is easy to get, but the beauty is hard to find. Why not do it for a while.

"It's definitely Fuyue, he has a red mark on his back shoulder." Besides, there is only one such shocking person in the world, and they all have short-lived diseases. There can be no second one, the housekeeper replied.

"...But Lord Hou, in this way, the Liyang Hou Mansion will be tied to the third prince. If the princess is alive, I'm afraid I don't want to see you like this." For a short-lived person, he spontaneously entered the torrent of power struggle. Here, good fortune and misfortune will accompany you from now on.

The housekeeper looked at Xu Ling'an's calm face. Xu Ling'an looked like the deceased princess, but his eyes had a kind of cold air.

Xu Ling'an looked down at the worried looking butler standing in the middle of the hall, smiled and shook his head.

"Mother and concubine only want me to be safe for the rest of my life. I'm not exaggerating. In this world, the next master will only be that one person." As soon as Xu Ling'an said this, the butler's expression froze instantly. He even looked around, like It's for fear of being heard by the servants.

There was someone planted by that person in this mansion. He searched secretly for a long time, but couldn't find out, so he was very careful in every word and deed, but he didn't want Xu Ling'an to speak out like that.

"It's okay, this Marquis is not a cunning rabbit, nor a good bow." Although he has military strength, he is not in this capital, but in an affiliated capital thousands of miles away. He has never been something that the third prince would be afraid of. people.

After a simple dinner, Xu Ling'an left the main hall and turned to the backyard. The Hou Mansion was still bestowed by the late emperor when he was alive, and the installations inside were basically unchanged. Some places that were originally empty were planted On the purple roses.

A servant in front of him walked silently with a lantern, Xu Lingan walked in the middle, and there was a faint fragrance in the air. Logically, he should return to his fief, but it was empty and indifferent there, unlike here, this mansion, where there are these people Accompanied by the roses planted by the mother and concubine herself.

He thought of a way to transplant roses, but they all ended in failure, but none of the transplanted roses survived, and all died one after another. Only the ones in the mansion seemed to be blessed by his mother and concubine, and they bloomed very well. .

After turning a few turns, he came to two closed doors. A servant with a lantern stepped forward and pushed the door open, and quickly stepped back.

Red lanterns hang high in the courtyard, and the fragrance of roses is everywhere, and it seems that the fragrance here is stronger than other places.

Xu Ling'an walked into the house, and the people behind him stepped forward to close the courtyard door after he entered.

Walking through the empty courtyard, halfway through, Xu Lingan seemed to see a strange color in the rose bushes on the left in his peripheral vision, which was different from the surrounding red flowers and green leaves.

Turning his head, Xu Ling'an's eyes quickly became astonished. He stood in the middle of the courtyard, his eyes fixed on the young man in the sea of ​​flowers.

The moon and stars in the night sky are sparse, and the moonlight is like silver. It pours down from the sky and falls on the young man. For a moment, the man looks like a fairy who has strayed into the mortal world. Just leave this moment, maybe in the blink of an eye, the other party will disappear immediately.

So Xu Ling'an didn't blink. After watching silently for a while, he strode up and walked into the sea of ​​flowers. His outstretched hand stayed in the air for a moment, and then he grabbed the boy who was shrouded in the wishful moonlight. .

There was a scorching heat between his hands, the boy's body trembled violently, then he turned his head, his wet eyes looked like some kind of small animal, but after the initial shock, he showed a beautiful smile towards the young man who was holding his wrist tightly. , Dispelling the darkness of the night sky silently.

For an instant, Xu Ling'an felt his heart hit by something, and even his soul seemed to tremble because of the young man's smile.

An inexplicable familiar feeling lingered all over the body instantly, as if they had known each other for a long time, not here, not the previous meeting, but in a far away place.

Past and Present.

Xu Ling'an lowered his eyes and quickly scanned Xiaobai's body, and saw that he was wearing a thin shirt. Without thinking much, he quickly took off the outer garment, put it on Xiaobai's thin shoulders, and wrapped it around with his arms. surrounded by people.

"Why don't you stay in the house, your health is not good, don't get sick by the cold wind again." Xu Ling'an probably didn't realize it himself, and his tone was gentler than ever before.

The man has sword eyebrows and star eyes, bronze complexion, brow bones are firm, nose bridge is straight, his eyes are not the usual brown or black, but a little bit blue, light blue, these eyes are full of concern and love, there is no half of it Xiaobai's heart trembled the moment he caught sight of the falsehood.

He has never asked 96 whether those people he met in various worlds, like him, will also reincarnate in other worlds.

He once thought that there should be none, and he was not worried about anything. After all, he should be the only one who did the mission, and the others were all aborigines.

And now, at this moment, he began to doubt.

If they, like him, can reincarnate to the next world, then who is who in the past.

For example, Xu Ling'an from Liyang Hou Mansion in front of me, is it...

Xiaobai interrupted this thought in time.

Pursing his lips, Xiao Bai stared at Xu Ling'an with watery eyes for a moment, then suddenly his body fell forward and fell into Xu Ling'an's arms.

When Xu Ling'an saw the person rushing over suddenly, his arms were more conscious than before, and he hugged the person in his arms.

After fully hugging the person, Xiaobai realized that not only his wrists were hot, but his whole body was hot.

Xu Ling'an frowned, bent over and hugged Xiaobai horizontally, thinking that he had a fever, and quickly walked towards the room with the flickering candles in his arms.

But when he crossed the threshold, Xu Ling'an's face changed for a moment.

He looked down at the young man in his arms who was clutching his neckline and skirt, and kissed his neck with his lips chaotically. He seemed to be a little bit behind the scenes, and he woke up instantly. The young man didn't have a fever, but was emotional.

As for why this happened, when Xu Ling'an put the person on the bed and glanced at the ointment in a tightly sealed box next to the bed, he knew what was going on.

That thing is specially used in the bed to add a little fun.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Xiao Bai's body trembled slightly, sitting on his knees, his hands still clutching Xu Ling'an's clothes tightly, as if he was afraid that the other party would run away suddenly, he directly pulled him down.

The two fell into the quilt, Xu Ling'an's eyes flashed with red candle flames, and he looked at the young man with slightly parted lips who was panting under him.

He is not Liu Xiahui, a half-clothed young man lying under him without any reaction, not to mention, as early as the first time he saw someone, he already had a heart of admiration.

When the young man clasped Xu Ling'an's shoulders with both hands and brought up his rouge-colored lips, Xu Ling'an grabbed the other's lips, and raised the curtain hanging beside the bed with one hand, and the curtain fell silently.

There are many figures, and the lanterns have formed double stamens.