[Comprehensive] Code of conduct for famous ministers

In the early morning of a certain winter, Yan Xiubai's heart softened for a moment, and he picked up a stray cat named Yan Changsheng and went back. After that, the two lived happily together.

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Of course life can't be so beautiful, Yan Xiubai felt that he had picked up a big trouble, but out of humanitarian spirit, he couldn't throw him out,

To be honest, he has never seen Yan Changsheng in such a state of embarrassment. The other party has always been unpredictable, cruel and violent, and he has never been so distraught like now with an unconcealable grievance on his face.

After Yan Xiubai brought the man into the house, he realized that the clothes under the black armor of the other party were already soaked, and the white hair hanging on the back of his head was wet and stuck together, hanging listlessly behind him.

Yan Xiubai hurriedly took him to take a hot bath, and asked him to prepare ginger soup, but Yan Changsheng still had a fever at night.

Perhaps ordinary people who are not sick will be particularly severe when they get sick. Yan Changsheng's face was reddened by the fever, cold sweat broke out on his body, and he was groggy.

Yan Xiubai didn't invite a doctor, he himself was the best doctor, he didn't leave all night, he was wiping his sweat and feeding medicine, and he had to take his pulse every hour to check his body temperature.

Yan Xiubai had never taken care of a person so meticulously before, and Yan Changsheng's current appearance was really deceptive.

He was already good-looking, and the scar on his forehead was not a defect, but added a unique charm to him, but now a high fever softened his originally sharp face, and his thin body was wrapped in a quilt In this moment, Yan Changsheng, who has always been strong, has a rare vulnerability at this moment.

When Yan Xiubai realized that there was a kind of pity in his heart, his body stiffened for a moment. He knew his own fault, and he would always be a little soft-hearted towards good-looking people, but a lunatic like Yan Changsheng No matter how outstanding he is, he won't have any thoughts on him!

Will he be chopped up by the other party and used as firewood? !

Although Yan Changsheng is now younger and his body size has shrunk a lot, he looks harmless, but no matter how harmless he is, it is fake. Who knows the essence of the opponent's big devil better than him!

You must not be fooled by his "beauty", Yan Xiubai told himself, and then his sleeve was grabbed by a hand that suddenly reached out.

Yan Changsheng didn't know when he woke up, but his eyes were out of focus, obviously not fully awake, he pulled his sleeves, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have been searching outside the pass for three months, turning every piece of land bit by bit. In the past, there was no Cangyun Fort, and there is no Cangyun in this world..."

With a snap, the barrier erected just now was shattered by this simple sentence, Yan Xiubai smiled wryly, that's all, what was owed in the previous life must always be paid back.

He was silent for a moment, then held each other's hand and said, "I can't find Changgemen either, so let's be each other's companions from now on."

There was no answer, Yan Xiubai looked down, and the other party had already passed out again.

He stretched out his hand to touch the other person's forehead with some anxiety, the temperature seemed to be a little lower, Yan Xiubai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When Yan Changsheng woke up, the sky was already bright, the window was opened a crack, and a plum blossom came in unwilling to be lonely. The red plum was so gorgeous that Yan Changsheng could almost smell the quiet fragrance from above.

The pillows are soft, the quilt is soft, and the quilt is warm. It has been a long time since Yan Changsheng lay on the bed so comfortably and woke up naturally.

He was in good spirits, and his heartstrings that had been tensed for several months finally relaxed a little, and he didn't want to come out of the bed.

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside, Yan Changsheng looked over, and met a pair of black peach eyes.

"Awake?" Yan Xiubai was not surprised, he walked in, handed over the medicine bowl in his hand, and said, "Drink the medicine first."

Yan Changsheng sat up all of a sudden, took a few sips from the medicine bowl, and drank it all. The bitter taste of the medicine juice dissipated in his taste buds, making him frown instinctively.

A plain green sleeve appeared in front of his eyes, and a candied fruit was placed in his soft palm.

Yan Changsheng blushed a little, and said with flickering eyes: "I'm not a little girl, so I don't need this."

"Who said only little girls can be afraid of suffering?" Yan Xiu said without blinking, "I am very afraid of suffering."

As he spoke, he squeezed the candied fruit and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The soft lips came into intimate contact with his fingers, and the warm and soft feeling was conveyed, and Yan Xiubai felt his fingertips numb for a moment.

He withdrew his hand calmly, then held the other's wrist and began to feel the pulse. After a while, Yan Xiubai said: "It's almost there, just wait for me to prescribe two more medicines and drink it. You are in good health and will recover quickly. .”

The sweet taste still lingers on his lips and teeth. In fact, Yan Changsheng doesn't like to eat sweet things, but now he feels that there is nothing wrong with sweet things.

Looking at Yan Xiu's white and handsome face, he suddenly asked, "Do you still remember what you said last night?"

Yan Xiu raised his eyebrows, "What did you say last night?"

Yan Changsheng turned his head away, and said with some discomfort: "That's what you said, let's be a companion together..."

"Did you hear that?" Yan Xiubai was surprised.

Yan Changsheng pursed his lips, raised his voice and said: "You speak so loudly, how could I not hear you, do you want to go back on what you said?!"

Yan Xiubai felt more and more that the person in front of him was a feline animal. If the grown-up Yan Changsheng was a bloodthirsty black panther, then he is now a milk leopard with sharp claws, or the kind with fried fur.

Because he didn't answer for a long time, Yan Changsheng gradually raised his eyebrows, and Yan Xiubai reached out his hand at the right time, rubbed his head, and smoothed his hair.

"Of course I won't go back on my word. As long as you want, you can stay forever."

After smoothing the hair successfully, Yan Changsheng slightly hooked the corners of his lips where the other party couldn't see.

After Yan Changsheng's illness was completely cured, it was almost the New Year's Eve, and the entire Hezhou Mansion began to be immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

Yan Xiubai didn't take such a festival seriously at first. In the Tang Dynasty, he spent it with his brothers and sisters, playing the piano, composing poems, throwing pots and setting off fireworks. In the first few years, Lin Shiyin and Ji Tang were always by their side, and it wasn't too lively. The three of them ate together and watched the New Year's Eve together, and the night passed.

But in this world, he is alone. It doesn’t make much difference if he can’t pass the New Year alone. He doesn’t really care. He originally wanted to sleep and go to a few social parties. There was such an accident as Yan Changsheng.

There was nothing wrong with it, at least on this special day, the loneliness that he didn't admit to his chest dissipated. Although there were only two people, it's better to live a more delicate New Year's Eve.

So, with the order from the magistrate, the people below began to get busy and prepare for the new year.

When Yan Changsheng pushed open the door of the study and walked in, Yan Xiubai was writing couplets. His handwriting was excellent, with silver hooks painted on iron, with hidden edges, and he had a gentleman's demeanor in it.

Seeing him coming, Yan Xiubai smiled and waved at him. After the other party came over, he put down his pen, stepped aside slightly, and said, "Do you want to write a picture?"

Yan Changsheng pursed his lips, then suddenly turned his head and said, "My handwriting is not pretty."

What he said was the truth. Cangyun Castle is located in a place of bitter cold, and the Xuanjia Army has been with the Modao war horse all year round. How could it be possible to understand these poetic and picturesque things? In fact, it is not bad for him to be able to read all the characters. The handsome fist forced it out.

Yan Xiubai was taken aback for a moment, obviously not thinking of this, but he quickly came back to his senses, pulled Yan Changsheng over, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll teach you."

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Yan Changsheng was a little uncomfortable, almost his whole body was held in Yan Xiubai's arms, he was a little shorter than the other, his height was just right, a scent of ink lingered at the tip of his nose, I don't know if it came from the table, or behind him transmitted from the person.

The hand holding the pen was tightly wrapped by the other party. Yan Changsheng could even feel the softness from the palm of the man. There is no flaw other than some cocoons, which is completely different from his hand that is rough to the touch because it is full of small holes in holding the knife all year round.

"Follow my strength." Yan Changsheng shivered slightly as his warm breath sprayed against his ears, and then his hand was driven to write a big "Fu" on the square red paper Character.

When the last stroke was finished, Yan Changsheng exhaled lightly. Only then did he realize that he subconsciously held his breath during the whole process.

A faint scent of ink spread into his lungs, his hand was empty, and the hand holding him had been let go.

Yan Changsheng put down his pen, took a step back, and with his right hand behind his back, he wiped the sweat from his palm on his clothes one by one.

Yan Xiubai picked up the letter of blessing, gently blew on the wet ink, and asked him, "How is it?"

Yan Changsheng glanced at it, and then said calmly, "Not so good!" It was not as good as his writing.

"I think it's very good." Yan Xiubai watched it again, and said, "Although it's not too neat, the writing is sharp and imposing, which is already very good."

He thought for a while, and continued: "Just stick it at the gate." Such a heavy murderous aura is just used to ward off evil spirits.

Yan Changsheng seemed to want to hook his lips, but he tried his best to suppress it, so he just pretended to say casually, "It's up to you."

So things were decided so happily.

Yan Xiubai personally wrote the couplets and blessings in the mansion, and then dragged Yan Changsheng to post them around without letting the servants intervene. This is also a kind of fun.

Yan Changsheng had never had such an experience before, although he was instructed by Yan Xiubai to run around, climb up and down, but he was not angry, but liked it very much.

Then, he had a dream that night, in the dream there was him, Yan Xiubai, and the sound of firecrackers, but he and Yan Xiubai were not standing together, he was hiding in the dark, Yan Xiubai didn't see him, his There is a woman and a child by his side, and he smiles happily at them...

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