On one hundred ways of acting like a baby

In the middle of the night, the candles flickered in the palace, and half of the room was shrouded in a hazy yellow light.

There are blank papers all over the floor, with a few lines of words randomly arranged on each sheet, all different in size and size, crooked, twisted together like a drunken cat.I'm afraid there is no such bad word in the world.

Mr. Yan Zhu squinted his eyes and stared at it for a while, trying to see what the words were, but the snake-like lines suddenly fought in his head, making people dizzy and unable to understand.

Silently withdrawing his eyes, the old man told himself that curiosity is going to kill the old man who is useless.

But Yu Zijin didn't notice it, just lying on the ground, propping his chin in one hand, holding the brush like a stick in the other, and drawing sullenly.

He raised his eyes and looked around, and fell into the large sheets of white paper, wondering if there were a thousand sheets.

no?

At most a hundred or so.

Xuanbei will be fined to copy a thousand copies.

Yu Zijin's face was crushed, and he lay pitifully on the ground to look at Yan Zhu.

Father-in-law, please help me.

He silently called for help.

Immediately, the old man, who had a heavy responsibility, half closed his eyelids, and looked at him calmly: "My old man can't help, you'd better finish copying it honestly, otherwise you will inevitably anger the king."

So Yu Zijin sneaked up to look at Xuanbei again.

Xuanbei didn't know what he was busy with, he wrote the palm-sized notes one by one, handed them to Yan Zhu, and Yan Zhu passed them on, I don't know who they were sent to.

Judging by the size of the note, it should not be an imperial decree, but flying pigeons to pass letters or write whispers by the way is more fluent.

—Who are you writing to?

——Is it a trap set by Gushara?

Yu Zijin was so curious, the more he looked at the paper and pen in his hand, the more he was concerned, so he simply threw them away.

The sound of the writing brush falling to the ground could be clearly heard, and Xuan Bei, who bowed his head on the table, immediately looked towards him.

The eyeballs were pitch black, like an unfathomable sea, and it was hard to see if his anger had disappeared.

"Hungry." Yu Zijin pursed her mouth and covered her stomach in a serious manner, "I haven't eaten for a long time, if I copy again, I'm afraid I'm going to starve to death. Then you saved me for nothing, didn't you?"

The tone is very dignified and old-fashioned, directly speaking of being hungry as a tragic degree of national ruin and family destruction.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Yu Zijin just stared at Xuanbei's piercing gaze with eyes wide open, and met Xuanbei's sharp gaze, which was both sincere and innocent, like endless accusations, and also seemed to be unable to explain clearly. Unknown dependencies.It's as if you pulled out a knife to him, and he cuddles beside you unmoved, believing from the bottom of your heart that you love him, and you will never bear him to suffer a little bit.

Yu Zijin, a smart and confused little bastard.

"Yan Zhu."

Xuan Beifu lowered his head again, and said coldly, "Prepare some food."

The old man took the order and left, and privately cast a look at Yu Zijin, to the effect that if you continue to work hard, you will use your eyes to look at him, until his heart softens and panics.The old man reckoned that not only did you eat, but you may be able to deny it even if you have a hundred copies left.

The pampered and proud Yu Zijin felt the same way, nodded quietly, took the opportunity to go to Xuanbei's side, leaned on the edge of the table, and looked at Xuanbei quietly, blinking his eyes.

Xuanbei ignored it.

Yu Zijin moved closer.

Xuanbei didn't pay any attention.

Yu Zijin, who was good at pushing an inch, sniffed, snatched the pen from his hand and hid it behind him.Now Xuanbei had no choice but to look at him, his eyes were icy and cold, his eyebrows were as sharp as frost, which could make people shiver in summer.

Yu Zijin was almost intimidated by this look, but in the end it was still a little bit worse.

"Kiss me."

He pouted, "I'm hungry and injured, and I didn't sleep well last night. You made me copy for punishment. I hate writing the most, and I have been writing for a long time. Look, my hands hurt."

Spread out the soft and tender palm, there is a red circle on the edge of the little finger.

"It hurts, give me a kiss and coax me, I'll copy after I'm full, okay?"

Looking at the soft voice, since she was promoted to be a beauty, Yu Zijin hasn't spoken to Xuanbei in this pretentious tone and posture for a long time.Usually they are all arrogant and domineering, but today's remarks are clearly intended to soften people's hearts.

How could Xuanbei not understand?

It was so angry and funny.

Xuanbei held back his airs, not only did not kiss him, but instead grabbed him and spanked his buttocks twice.

"You hit me!"

Yu Zijin clutched his ass and jumped far away, his eyes widened, and he slapped me angrily: "You don't kiss me, but you still hit me. You didn't hit me before, so you don't like me anymore? Don't you?"

It was originally a joke, and wanted to elicit Xuanbei's extremely helpless demeanor.Who would have thought that Xuanbei would completely ignore it, and fall to Yu Zijin's place: "Yes, yes, who would like you as a troublemaker?"

As if she really didn't like him.

——Could Xuanbei really get angry?

——Really don’t like it?

——But Xuan Bei obviously came to save people, and asked the old man to prepare food, shouldn't he?

—but in case...

Just in case, just in case.

With a click, the little heart timidly stopped beating.

Yu Zijin, who is not afraid of coming and dying but not afraid of going, only now knows how to be afraid.

The arrogant and domineering little tiger hesitated, his brows and eyes dimmed instantly.He lowered his head in a daze to stare at the ground, and carefully peeked at Xuan Bei who drew out a pen again to write a note.

"It wasn't intentional." He stared at the candlelight for a long time, and said in a low voice, "It was Gu Shala who stole sister Dongsheng's rabbit lantern and threatened me. He lied to me and arrested me. It was all his fault. You can't just Blame me."

"Gushara said that if you come within five days, the whole world will say that you are a bad king. But I think you are very good, so I don't blame you if you don't come to rescue me."

Yu Zijin was serious, with anxious eyes and tenacious eyes, "I don't blame you, if you blame me like this, you are too bad."

He said that you are too bad, and there was a lot of ignorance and sadness on his face.

Xuanbei looked at him fixedly, and said two words, "Come here."

Yu Zijin walked over slowly, and asked aggrievedly: "Do you still want to hit me? How many times do you want to calm down? Are you willing to kiss me?"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that the genuine sadness in front seemed to be a lie.He was still the naughty and self-reliant Yu Zijin, never sad or sad, just happy heartlessly.

What a fool.

Even Xuanbei couldn't tell whether Yu Zijin's momentary weakness was showing his true feelings, or just playing tricks on the spot.But the stubborn anger has always dissipated.

He no longer put on a face, and hugged this weird boy resignedly.

Lose or lose, you can't fight in the end.

So Yu Zijin got his wish and got a kiss.

Not fierce, but slow and deep, with ambiguous breaths intertwined with lips and teeth.All of a sudden, the raging fire, the baby dust with the broken arm, and the baby chastity who smiled lightly, all passed by quietly.The bad, the restless, the flustered, all the bad things disappeared without a trace.

There is a sense of dust settling.

Xuanbei still likes him the most.

Satisfied, Yu Zijin suddenly thought of asking, "Is my brother going to join Gushara?"

For some reason, he noticed that Xuanbei was too calm, as if Gushara's trick and Yu Qing'an's rebellion, all of them were expected, so there was no need to panic or make big moves.

He didn't even order the capital to be sealed off, and Gushara who had fled was searched overnight.

Full of doubts, Yu Zijin climbed onto Xuanbei's lap and sat down, and poked him in the face, "Isn't it? You're here, so Gushara won the bet, and my brother is going to help him?"

Xuanbei's callused fingertips gently stroked the small scar on his neck, and only replied in a low voice: "He's gone."

"Aren't you going to catch them and chop off their heads?"

"Don't chop."

"Then...will they come back?"

Yu Zijin squeezed his face even harder, tilted his head and asked, "Is Gu Shala going to come back and try to become king? Will they bring soldiers to fight? Will we win? Will we die a lot? people?"

A series of questions.

"No one will die."

Xuanbei's eyes were far away, as if staring at the distant sky, and his voice was deep, "Soon, you will be able to leave the palace."

"how about you?"

Yu Zijin hugged his arm vigilantly, "I don't want to go out alone, no matter if I win or lose, I want to be with you."

"Will you die if you lose?"

"I'm not afraid."

Yu Zijin snorted airily, "I'm not afraid of anything."

Hearing this, Xuanbei smiled sullenly, without saying a word.

Yu Zijin put his arms around Xuanbei's waist, leaned against his chest, and muttered: "But I don't want to die yet. We can sneak out. If they want to be the king, let them do it. I can also make beauties for them, whoever loves to do it, I don’t want it. I only want you. It’s not Xuanbei who wants to be a king, you are all you.”

Talking upside down and twisted.

Xuanbei couldn't help it again, tilted his head and gave a short laugh, "Where do you get so many good words?"

"Let me tell you, do you like to hear it?"

Yu Zijin grinned, his complexion changed, and he asked again: "Where is Mu Mu? Did you see Mu Mu? He was injured. Yingzhen's brother was going to kill me last night, Mu Mu came to save me, and then I let him hide , I didn’t see him.”

"He was captured by Gushara's hidden guards."

Yu Zijin was taken aback, his pupils shrank sharply, and it took a long time before he slowly said, "I don't know..."

Completely, totally unaware.

"He's fine."

Xuanbei touched his head comfortingly, "I suffered a little injury, but—"

only?

Yu Zijin looked at him nervously.

Xuanbei thought about it, and then thought about it, and finally told the truth, "Li Jing is gone too."

"Got to go?"

"Gone?" Yu Zijin asked confusedly, "Where are you going?"

Xuanbei shook his head, which meant that he didn't know either.

Let's go, where can we go?

The old wounds have not healed, and new wounds are added. There are wounds in the body and in the heart. Where will such a bruised wood go?

Yu Zijin's breath was stagnant, and he quickly got off Xuanbei's body.

"he has gone."

Xuanbei said: "He asked someone to speak, and when you were saved, he left."

You can't catch up with him.

Yu Zijin stopped in her tracks.

Wood asked again and again, directly and indirectly: Are you leaving?Do you want to come with me?He always shakes his head and refuses.Wood has the pride of wood, so he went by himself.

Feeling sour, Yu Zijin turned his back to Xuanbei and asked in a low voice, "Did he leave me any words?"

Xuanbei didn't answer.

Description no.

Maybe it was determined to leave him behind?Not even a word was left.

At this time, there was a sound of pushing the door, and Yu Zijin looked over subconsciously——

She looked at Old Man Yan with surprised and joyful eyes, and stopped abruptly.

Wood is not coming back.

Yu Zijin knew about it.

Once Mu Mu is gone, he will never come back and miss him again.

Stacks of exquisite cakes and soups were placed on the table, Yu Zijin stared blankly, his stomach growling, but he had no desire to eat at all.

Where will the wood go?

What will he do?

Yu Zijin had never heard Mu Mu talk about his family, and he didn't know what kind of ambition he had.

Will it be a knight-errant?

Or a prodigal son who travels the world?

Know nothing.

But, but—

"I like wood..."

Yu Zijin rubbed his eyes and said, "I really like wood."

It's not the kind of like, but I really like it very much, aloof and paranoid wood, vibrant wood.

like very much.

It's just a pity that he has never said to Mu himself that I like you so much.

Already lost in fate.

The author has something to say:

Life is like a play, and articles are like a play.

Wood exits.

A supporting role, a protagonist.

After all, there will be a story that belongs to you.