Hua Nongying

"Who did you just say, Guang Yunzi?" Hua Jiang stood up from behind the desk in surprise, and asked Cheng Yiyang, who was half kneeling on the ground, "But that stinky Taoist who blocked our way many years ago?"

"The subordinates are not sure whether they are the same person, but they are indeed Taoists."

"How similar do they look?"

"Damn this subordinate, subordinate... I can't remember the appearance of that Taoist in the early years."

Hua Jiang gave a low 'ah', and then suddenly said: "I don't blame you, you were still young after all." Even he was young at that time.

The memories of that time flashed in Hua Jiang's mind again, and he was in a trance for a moment.After a while, Cheng Yiyang's voice sounded again, "This subordinate saw that he didn't do anything to Madam, so he didn't do anything."

In fact, there is another reason. At that time, they were not easy to shoot in public.But Cheng Yiyang always knew that the city lord had always held a grudge against the Taoist priest, so he blamed himself for not being sure of the Taoist priest's identity.

Hua Jiang nodded to Cheng Yiyang, "Get up!"

Cheng Yiyang stood up hesitantly, but saw Hua Jiang suddenly laughed a few times, turned around and walked back behind the desk and said: "It can't be wrong. Who else would dare to talk about it in the city lord's territory? It's ridiculous to think about it. If I didn’t go find it, he bumped into it by himself.”

"Then do you want your subordinates to send someone to arrest him?"

Hua Jiang stretched out a hand, and said slowly and absent-mindedly: "Don't disturb him, the Lord of the city has other plans."

"Subordinates listen to orders."

"Go back!"

Cheng Yiyang bowed silently before turning around and going out, until the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away, Hua Jiang still stood where he was and did not look like he was going to recover.Anbu bowed from the farthest corner, refilled a cup of hot tea for Huajiang and said, "Did you think of the old castellan again?"

Hua Jiang turned back to Anbu silently, looked at him, but passed Anbu and looked directly at the scrawled scroll hanging on the side of the bookcase.

"Traveling all over the famous mountains to visit freedom" Hua Jiang said softly according to the above. He remembered that he had been staring at that scroll for countless times. The person who wrote those words was Hua Jiang's biological father.Back then, he just left such a thing and ran away from home, oh no, there was also his wife and his city. At that time, Huajiang was 13 years old.Now nearly ten years have passed, and there is no news at all.

"Some people say that he has become a monk, others say that he has found a new world with his beloved, and some say that he is no longer alive. What do you say, Anbu?"

This is the first time that Huajiang has talked about the old city lord in front of him since he grew up.Minister An let out a long sigh, looked away from Hua Jiang's face, softened his expression and lowered his eyes, and said: "The old city owner may have some unavoidable difficulties."

Hua Jiang also looked away, then looked at Anbu, and asked for a long time, "Really?"

"Yes, the old slave has always believed so deeply."

Hua Jiang smiled indifferently, and when he came back to his senses, he was already the city lord who was indifferent to everything in the past, and he was not as preoccupied as before.After all, Hua Jiang, who was clamoring all day long to find his father, also had a heart of stone when he grew up. "I'll be staying in the central hall tonight, you can find Ruan Jiansheng for me later."

Anbe took the order to go, and that night the first snow since the beginning of winter fell in the isolated city.Different from normal snow, it seems to be mixed with snowflakes and rain, but it is much colder than snow or rain alone.

"Ah! It's cold and damp, young master, the white robe you wore last time was moldy because it was placed on the bottom of the cabinet."

"Is it the same in the winter of Wushuang Castle?"

"That's not it." Erxing complained for nearly half an hour while tinkering with the wooden cabinet. "Young Master, don't you remember again? Although it rains every year in our Peerless Castle, it doesn't rain for several days like in an isolated city."

"That can't be helped. I guess it's because it's located in a basin."

"However, I feel more and more that one side's water and soil support the other's people. This is really absurd!"

"Oh?" Song Ying was reluctant to leave in front of the brazier, turned the chair in the direction of Er Xing and asked curiously, "How did you say that?"

The second line packed all Song Ying's autumn clothes and put them in a higher cabinet and said, "Look, young master, when it snows in our Wushuang Castle, it snows, and when it rains, it rains. You can tell at a glance whether the weather is good or bad. It won't rain." It is also mixed with snow. Just like the people in Wushuang Castle, we say that the food is delicious, and it is delicious. It is not like the people of the City Lord’s Mansion, who have to turn a few hurdles to listen to something , talking is so tiring."

"Pfft..." Song Ying fell back on the chair with a smile and said, "Second Brother, should I praise you for your strong words, or for your courage and fatness? You can say bad things so righteously."

Erxing closed the wardrobe and walked up to Song Ying, "The City Lord is as unpredictable as the weather. It's cloudy and sunny for a while, and no one knows what he's thinking."

Song Ying raised her beautiful eyes with a half-smile, looked at Er Xing and said, "You want to know what he wants to do?"

"Then you are not sad?"

"It's not sad."

"Since he returned to the mansion, he has not let you look at him."

"What am I looking at him for?"

Erxing looked anxious and sat down beside Song Ying. "Then you are not sad and I am sad."

Seeing Erxing's petty manner, Song Ying sighed loosely, and said, "He and I are such a mess, don't be wronged and don't get meddled, the two old men can't talk about who loses the other." It's not a loss, if my young master goes to Flower Street, it's also a good idea." After speaking, Song Ying patted Erxing on the shoulder, got up and went out the door.In fact, his heart was filled with tears.By the way, which old man has nothing to do and wants to insert it for others?

However, in the middle of the night that night, a black figure suddenly appeared in Song Ying's bedroom.Half asleep and half awake, he was suddenly startled and sat up from the bed, his heart pounding in his throat.The figure silently took off the thick cloak and whispered, "It's me!"

Song Ying took a closer look and found that although he was in the dark, the man's appearance was still the same, he was really Hua Jiang.I saw him with long hair draped over his shoulders, holding a cloak and hanging it on the screen.

"...What are you...doing here at this time?" Seeing him turn around again, Song Ying reflexively wanted to shrink into the bed.Seeing that figure approaching more and more, he couldn't help pointing at the man and said, "Just stand there and talk if you have anything to do."

For Song Ying's unwelcome performance, it was rare for Hua Jiang not to hate him as usual.Instead, she sat down on the edge of the bed in front of the other party, held Song Ying's hand and asked him, "Aren't you cold?"

Song Ying struggled hard, but did not break free.So I had to keep some distance from that person and looked at Hua Jiang with some doubts and said, "Go and light the lamp."

Hua Jiang quietly took his hand and looked at him without moving.This made Song Ying very confused, but he was indeed cold before, even though there was a charcoal basin in the room.But because I was afraid of getting charcoal gas, I put it far away from the bed.If it is compared with modern air conditioners or electric blankets, it will not be able to match it anyway.That's why his hands and feet warmed very slowly every night, so when Hua Jiang held his hand, he felt the warmth spread from his cold fingertips to the tip of his heart.From this, he felt a throbbing in his heart.

"Why are you here?" Song Ying asked him.

This night's Hua Jiang was a little different from usual, he didn't push him or talk back, which made Song Ying a little unaccustomed to it. "That's what I said, City Lord Hua..."

A warm embrace wrapped Song Ying tightly with a pleasant fragrance.The two hugged each other for a long time, when Song Ying suddenly heard Hua Jiang whisper in his ear, "I miss you!"

"Cough!" Song Ying coughed uncomfortably and said, "Look at what you're talking about, we don't live far away." What's more, if they want to see each other, they still see each other hundreds of thousands of times a day .Ah ah no, the two big men said what they wanted or not, Song Ying came back to her senses, forced a haha, then stretched out her hand and patted Hua Jiang's back vigorously like a man, saying: "It's so sensational. What? Haha...ha"

Hua Jiang ignored him, but hugged him tighter, and buried his head deeply into Song Ying's shoulder and neck.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the situation to resolve this embarrassment, but he didn't expect that Huajiang would make it even more embarrassing if he didn't accept the move. "Hey..." Even Song Ying, who is as sharp-minded as she is, can sense that something is wrong with Hua Jiang, but she is clumsy and doesn't know how to ask him.

Hua Jiang rubbed against his shoulder comfortably, then took a deep breath and said with satisfaction, "Don't say anything, don't move, let me hug you."

Uh... Song Yingxin said that you can hug it, but what about rubbing and sucking?

This is the first time for Song Ying and Hua Jiang, without suspicion or coercion, the two simply hugged each other and slept all night.