The happy life of the devil and the devil

"Longevity?"

Yuan Shao came over and called out.Ling Yucheng didn't respond immediately after hearing the sound as usual, but turned his face to the other side, stared blankly at the snow-white wall, and then turned to meet Yuan Shao's eyes.

"……His Majesty?"

The sound was extremely small, almost lost in the rattling of the window paper as soon as it came out.Yuan Shao looked at Ling Yucheng carefully, and simply squatted in front of him, with his face half upturned, and raised a finger to shake in front of his eyes:

"Longevity?"

Those eyes blinked, and then followed his fingertips steadily, from left to right, and then from right back to left, the speed was so slow that Yuan Shao almost suspected that there was a lot of glue on his fingers. Caramel, Ling Yucheng's gaze was glued—he stared carefully, and Ling Yucheng's gaze was no longer the clear and sharp gaze he was used to, but instead was moist, against the hot blush of his cheeks, there is only one answer — This guy was unknowingly, obviously drunk.

Yuan Shao couldn't help but hooked his lips, then took Ling Yucheng's arm and dragged him up.As soon as he stood up straight, he felt a strong force coming from his arms, but Ling Yucheng broke away involuntarily, raised his head to recognize the direction, and then walked towards the West Room - his steps were still steady, and he did not walk out crookedly. A curve that is several times slower than usual - wait!

Yuan Shao rushed forward quickly, and stretched out his hand to cover Ling Yucheng's face, barely blocking the falling curtain.The weight of the curtain made of fur sandwiched with cotton is as heavy as a winter quilt. When it is lowered, it can cover the door airtight, but it will not feel good to be hit by it—at least, someone like Ling Yucheng who is as innocent as Ling Yucheng. Unprepared to be slapped on the face by the leather curtain, at least it can make a red mark on the face, maybe the person will be knocked down?

He propped up the curtain with one hand, and wrapped around Ling Yucheng's waist with the other hand, protecting him and walking slowly outside.Even though he was a little unresponsive due to drunkenness, Ling Yucheng's back was still straight, and the distance between his steps was even, but his footsteps were a little sloppy, which made Yuan Shao feel anxious.He didn't dare to get too close to him with one arm, for fear of offending him, after walking about twenty short steps, he broke out in a fine sweat.

After finally putting him on the bed, Yuan Shao ordered in a low voice to make sober soup, quickly changed his pajamas, threw himself on the bedside, and saw Ling Yucheng propping his head on one hand, leaning on the pillow, his eyes following him The movements come and go.When he got closer, his nose clearly smelled the breath exhaled from his mouth. The rich aroma of the wine was heated by body temperature, and it was even sweeter than when it was in the cup just now, making people feel itchy just by smelling it.

Resisting the urge to lean over to savor it carefully, Yuan Shao lay down on the outside of the bed, also supporting his head with one hand, facing Ling Yucheng face to face.After thinking about it, he stretched out three fingers and raised them in front of him, and said with a low laugh, "Changsheng, how much is this?"

There was a "slap" on the back of the hand, but it didn't hurt, but the hand hanging in the air was patted off, no longer obstructing the sight of the two of them.Yuan Shao took a closer look, and saw Ling Yucheng pursed his lips, seemed a little unhappy, and seemed aggrieved—seeing that the hand was slapped down, he blinked a few times, looked up and down again, as if he had finally made up his mind He was able to observe himself without hindrance, so he let out a sigh of satisfaction, shrank back, found a satisfactory position and leaned back.

Yuan Shao really tried his best not to laugh.Ling Yucheng is usually serious and unsmiling, even in front of him, he often keeps a straight face—unless it is deliberately done for outsiders to see, otherwise it is worth seeing him smile from the bottom of his heart, not to mention that the sun comes out from the west. Remember today's good luck.Who would have thought that Ling Yucheng would stare at him so non-stop when he was drunk?

It's almost like... almost like...

He raised his hand and waved it in front of Ling Yucheng's eyes again, as expected, the fly was still swatted and fell down with a "slap".Yuan Shao deliberately raised the back of his hand in front of his face. He rubbed it on the quilt before, making the back of his hand glow red, and then blew it hard - he moved a little closer, using a soft enough to almost The coaxing voice asked in a low voice:

"Changsheng, what are you looking at?"

Ling Yucheng tilted his head in confusion, as if he didn't understand what Yuan Shao was saying.Dazed for a while, his eyes fell on the back of his hand, frowning, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Yuan Shao's palm in front of him, rubbed his fingertips on the back of his hand, hesitated for a moment, and simply turned his palm over, nails along the Tracing the lines on his palm one by one, he was still not satisfied after scratching them all over, and kneaded them lightly and heavily next to the knuckles.

...This is my hand, not your new toy...

In the bottom of his heart, he complained, but Yuan Shao didn't have the slightest intention of pulling back his hand. He honestly raised his hand and let Ling Yucheng toss it over and over again.The strength of kneading his knuckles was not heavy, but it seemed to be more curious. He circled back and forth along the various cocoons formed by dancing with swords, and occasionally pinched him lightly with his nails.After pinching for a long time, he suddenly became interested in a callus on the outside of his ring finger, pulled it over and looked at it repeatedly.

Cough, this cocoon did not come from practicing martial arts... Yuan Shao tried not to make a sound, and only raised his body a little higher, partly because the arm would not hang in the air so that it was about to become stiff, and partly for the convenience of watching Ling Yucheng's face.Probably due to the smell of alcohol, Ling Yucheng's cheeks became redder as if they were about to burn, his lips were also radiant and moist, the lips were slightly parted, and his fine white teeth pointed at his fingers——

Hey!

Rao Yuan Shao shrunk quickly, and his fingertips were stained with a little bit of saliva. He was stunned for a moment at the half tooth mark on his hand, and when he looked up, he saw Ling Yucheng frowning in dissatisfaction, staring at him. After a while, he dragged his finger to his mouth again.Yuan Shao struggled for a moment between allowing him to bite casually and fearing that he would ruin his stomach, but he finally withdrew his hand resolutely, turned to the outside and raised his voice:

"Is the hangover soup ready?"

"Return to Your Majesty, it has been delivered." Sure enough, a servant answered loudly outside the door.To be honest, Yuan Shao has never been drunk in the past few years, but if he is not drunk, he is not drunk. It is also a rule that the chef must prepare hangover soup after the master has used wine.As soon as a call was made, a waiter immediately rushed in with the food box bowed, and lifted the jujube food box about the width of the shoulders high with both hands.The other servant bent his back and lifted the lid of the box, and the slightly sour fragrance immediately filled the bedroom.

Yuan Shao took a look and saw that there were two small casserole pots side by side in the food box. The one on the left was a mixture of light yellow and silver-white filaments, and there were a few eye-catching green filaments in the middle, which were clearly his favorite drink in the past. Sour bamboo shoot soup.The pot on the right is pure milky white, with half-inch and half-inch-square pale white pieces floating around. I remember that Ling Yucheng once was outside the Great Wall, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to eat fish head tofu soup. The world was turned upside down, the beans were freshly ground and stewed, and finally he had to run dozens of miles to smash the ice to fetch the fish before he could have a bite...

But just now he fished out the fish bones from the wine jar, when he saw the fish soup, Yuan Shao always felt a little uneasy in his stomach.After thinking for a moment, he raised his chin to signal for a bowl of sour bamboo shoot soup. He picked up Ling Yucheng and put it on the quilt. He took a spoonful of the soup and tasted it. When he was satisfied with the taste, he brought the second spoonful to his lips. :

"Changsheng, take a sip?"

Ling Yucheng still looked dazed, took a sip from his hand, suddenly frowned, and turned his head towards the wall.Yuan Shao pressed the quilt with one hand and knelt up, leaned out and stared at him, at least he hadn't spit out the soup, he held it in his mouth reluctantly for a long time, and finally swallowed it, but he refused to do it again. turn around.

"Longevity..."

Turn your head and ignore it.

"Changsheng, you are drunk, drink some hangover soup to feel better."

He turned his head in the other direction and continued to ignore it.

"Okay, okay, let's change to fish soup, your favorite..."

This time, he simply threw himself on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and acted like he didn't hear it or he didn't hear it.Yuan Shao held a bowl of fish soup in his hand from hot to cold, so he had to hand it to the waiter to take it away, and then he lay on his back on the pillow.After a while, when the warm wind blew around him, Ling Yucheng lifted the corner of the quilt and popped his head out, propped himself up and looked at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled half of Yuan Shao's collar.