sunset fever

Yaotai is a frontier pass and also a place of abundance and wealth. There are mountains separating it from other countries. It is extremely cold in winter and rich in fresh bacteria and rare trees. Compared with Yangjing and other places, the architecture of Yaotai is very calm and majestic. When you enter the city, you will see people dressed It is gorgeous, and often wears animal skin and plush grass, and the local dialect is loud and hearty.

The compartment of the carriage was insulated with leather and grass cotton, and there was charcoal fire burned in copper vessels inside. Chen Bizhen was wearing thick clothes, and the fluff on his collar was as white as snow. He reached out and poked Yan Xiu's kneecap, and asked with a smile Said: "Can I see Miss Mei?"

Yan Xiu looked up at him from his half-dream, his expression faltered several times, and he turned sideways towards the light leaking window, not smiling, let alone answering anything.

Chen Bizhen spoke more disrespectful words, and said in a low voice: "Why are you ashamed, you are not too young, don't you have to think about it, and marry such a good girl?"

"What you said at the time was that no one in the Mei family is an official in the court, so she is not worthy of me."

"You answer me, love cannot be discussed with status and status," Chen Bizhen coughed softly in the severe cold and wind, "you still call me old."

It is rare for Yan Xiu to be blocked by someone and unable to speak back. At this time, maybe he does not want to return, so he gave Chen Bizhen a look, and then drifted his eyes elsewhere boredly; Chen Bizhen pulled his sleeve impatiently, and could not sit still , smiled and asked a few times: "Is it, isn't it? Did you say that?"

"Yes, I'd like to think so, but it's not one's business."

"Are you abandoned by her?" Chen Bizhen moved closer, sat down, and said with a sarcasm, "You said that she would leave after the end of the year, and it's only November now, so you angered her, didn't you?" Haven't coaxed it well yet?"

Maybe his throat was irritated by the wind, or maybe his mood was really unstable. Yan Xiu suddenly gasped and coughed, turned around and covered his mouth, but he couldn't stop. The corners of his eyes also turned red, and he said, "Give me a drink."

The water in the pouch was still hot, Chen Bizhen took out the stopper and held it, and handed it to Yan Xiu's mouth, the water pouch was painted with a plain color, and a small hidden dragon was drawn in the corner.

"Did I offend you?" Yan Xiu asked him sternly, still stroking the noble pattern with his fingers.

"I was the only living person who used this kind of water sac."

The water flows from the mouth to the esophagus, making people feel warm all over.

Yan Xiu didn't answer any more, he pretended to be sleepy again, so he closed his eyes naturally, and he ushered in a special time, as if all the old hatreds were cut off by the wall, leaving only a world where he could recklessly rejoice .

The place where the carriage stops and stays is right next to the street in the downtown area. Zhong Qingming came to invite the two of them to get off the carriage, Chen Bizhen jumped down, Yan Xiu also jumped with him, but floated towards the place where Chen Bizhen was standing, and the two bumped into each other. .

Chen Bizhen laughed and said loudly, "Why don't I carry you down."

The arms of the two were clinging to each other, and they stood eye to eye. Yan Xiu stared blankly at the person in front of him, letting the cold wind from Yaotai hit his face, he said: "I'm a master at jumping walls, and I'm even better than you. too much."

It was noon, the sky was blue, the sun had already set in the corner of the sky, the very early night of Yaotai was coming, everything was different from Yangjing.

"Why did you tell Zhao Beak to go back?" During the meal, Chen Bizhen pestered Yan Xiu to ask.

Yan Xiu replied, "It's easier to do things with fewer people."

The meals at night mainly consisted of hot vegetables and soup, Zhong Qingming asked the shopkeeper to bring them to the room.This place is extremely magnificent, and it is the hothouse that people love to live in extremely cold places. There are both beds and kangs inside.

After a while, Zhong Qingming opened the door and came in. He came to sit down by the kang, took the tea handed over by Chen Bizhen, and after drinking, he said: "The wife of Mei Chengchu, a rich merchant from Yaotai, recently formed a poetry club. Gathering with a group of idlers every day, writing some sentences to avenge the laborers, and copying and distributing them, which makes people panic now. Her name is... Wen Moqing, and she has a well-known character, and she is a well-known talented woman here."

"Mei Chengchu..." Chen Bizhen frowned, whispered softly, and then slowly raised his head to look at Yan Xiu who was sitting across the table.

Noticing that Yan Xiu just held his breath and remained silent, he also looked at Chen Bizhen without saying a word.

"I see, let's eat first."

After listening to the order, Zhong Qingming went downstairs to eat in the hall. Yan Xiu just held onto his chopsticks. He struggled in silence for a long time, and finally asked: "Could it have something to do with Mei Jibo?"

"Of course there is a relationship, it depends on what kind of relationship it is," Chen Bizhen answered him, then changed his mind and asked, "Are you worried about her?"

Yan Xiu chuckled, and said: "Of course not, I'm just a little surprised, and if you need my help, just tell me."

Someone came from outside, new bamboo shoots were served to simmer fire meat, and the light fragrance from the stove could smell the unique pine flavor of Yaotai.

Yan Xiu's inner robe was not bad, but he didn't wear thick outer clothes. He was wearing a silver-plated hairpin, and he sat on the stool freely. His back was also upright, and he nodded his head as a gesture of Yan Xiu's kindness.

"Do you also think that I have hurt many innocent people?"

Yan Xiu suddenly raised his head in surprise, his jaw was clenched so nervous, he replied: "I told you, I believe you."

"But there will be more and more people, more and more evidence, and maybe in the end, I will suddenly find that the source of all the dangers is me. Big mistake."

"The hair of a worm is the tip of a thousand waves." Yan Xiu used another pair of chopsticks to pick up watercress and white meat for Chen Bichen.

It was windy outside and warm inside. The night in Yaotai came in the afternoon, and now it was plunged into a strange, congealed blackness. Chen Bizhen's black hair was scattered on his shoulders. He whispered: "I always think about others, But who will defend me?"

Yan Xiu sighed and said: "Since you have decided to sit on the seat, then you must know that being a king has its disadvantages. Compared with a woman's illness and death, these are nothing."

The young man was aggrieved and acquiesced to Yan Xiu's words, so he did not refute. He never had too many complaints. He went from being innocent and stubborn to being cold when he was a child, and then put on a mask of innocence and stubbornness.

"Forget it," Chen Bizhen still had a slight smile in his eyes, but his expression was not happy at all. He nodded and said softly, "Forget it, Dayan changed from Yaohe year to Changfeng year, and a new emperor died. Chen Liuyuan in front of the palace gate, of course this is nothing."

Yan Xiu thought carefully: "Grudges..."

"It's my word."

"Your people are really different. You are so playful and playful, but you chose a sad word. You are not harmonious at all."

"Fortunately, you are a learned person, and you don't even understand the truth that great sorrow is great joy."

"Then you really don't want to be the emperor?" Yan Xiu asked with his head turned sideways.

Chen Bizhen stirred the yam and candied dates sweet soup in the bowl with a spoon in one hand, and replied: "Those who have been emperors, who would think that being an emperor is a good thing? I climbed up, just like a poor person snatching a piece of dry food. The throne is dry food to us." , dry food is life.”

These words were not deeply painful in Chen Bizhen's mouth. After he finished speaking, he put his knees on his knees and laughed a few times, then lowered his head to eat the soup in the bowl, and ate the white meat that Yan Xiu had picked up, his cheeks swelled up.

Then, Yan Xiu added food for him. He likes hot food in cold places, and his back is sweating. Yan Xiu also ate some. He couldn't agree with all of Chen Bizhen's words, but he didn't dislike his jumping thoughts from time to time; Xiu raised his eyes, looked at the young man's downcast eyelashes, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Putting down the big soup spoon, Yan Xiu's hand hung above the table and trembled. He couldn't bear it any longer, and rubbed Chen Bizhen's smooth and soft cheek with the back of his bent finger.

Chen Bizhen still had a mouthful of sweet soup in his mouth, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Do nothing."

His black hair was like silk, and his cheeks were a kind of ruddy white; Chen Bichen's face had sharp edges and corners, and his eyes were dark and bright. He swallowed a mouthful of food suddenly, and then smiled, smiling like a naughty child. Ask: "Why are you touching my face? Master Yan, you bully me."

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed Yan Xiu's wrist, pushed him, and said, "I want you to play tricks, and you want to compete with martial arts practitioners?"

No matter how young and agile Yan Xiu was, he couldn't stand up to a real bully from a naughty boy. He got up to hide, but Chen Bizhen chased him, and then chased him to the side of the kang covered with colorful embroidered brocade. Yan Xiu sat down, and Chen Bizhen went Standing close, he asked, "Are you still bullying me?"

"No," Yan Xiu resisted for a moment with his forearm, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm not bullying you."

"Then you touch my face!" A word suddenly yelled out, but no one expected that it would be a shy and timid atmosphere. Chen Bizhen was like a girl who was insulted by her brother from the same town. He didn't know whether it was shame or anger. Kneeling on the kang, suddenly, from a girl to a vigorous beast, Yan Xiu was completely pushed down.

The kang was so hot that people's backs were itchy, some fabrics gave off a scent of soap, Chen Bizhen's face was close in front of him, Yan Xiu seemed to be sleeping in the daytime, and suddenly fell into an irresistible dream.

The lights are also covered, everything is just enough to be seen, no matter how close the face is, the breathing is inseparable, the sight is inseparable, and the body temperature is also inseparable.

"You can't beat me, so be more arrogant." Chen Bi said to him, as if he didn't understand anything.

Yan Xiu felt that his forehead and cheeks were burning hot, and his eye sockets were so hot that water would leak out. His heart froze and he didn't care about anything. He glanced down and looked at Chen Bizhen's mouth, and leaned his neck upwards. Chen Bizhen hid for no reason, and Yan Xiu came together again.

"What are you doing?" Without even knowing why, Chen Bizhen's face also burned.

"What are you doing..."

Yan Xiu can't be considered an experienced person, let alone a seasoned person. He really doesn't know anything, but in a false dream, he was a shameless hooligan. He kissed the plump and moist lips, and left, wrapped in a Rehan looked at Chen Butian, and asked in a breathy tone, "What are you talking about?"

Yan Xiu knew that the young man was trembling, Chen Bichen's eyelids were flushed, his expression was filled with bewilderment and astonishment, and even a kind of obsession, adding a lot of thick longing that was instantly opened.

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