sunset fever

Huifeng Yeshe Kneeling One-Eyed Man

When you go out of the fortress, you have to meet the face-changing gentleman

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Two days before New Year's Eve, Mrs. Du came. She felt that it was a pity that Lin Hongruo did not marry Yan Xiu, and she was still thinking: "If she hadn't been sent away by Boss Lin, you two might have gotten married long ago."

"Everything has to be done at the right time and place, and you need someone to be with you. You can't force it." Yan Xiu led her to sit in the room.

Chen Bizhen had nothing important to do, so he stood in front of the bamboo baskets set up in the courtyard, flattening the precious medicinal materials that needed to be dried. He stood with his back and listened to Mrs. Du's words, so his complexion was not very good .

The weather is half sunny and not clear, and it is not cold. This is not the time when the New Year is approaching in the hearts of northerners.

Mrs. Du is warm-hearted and warm-hearted, she said: "You said that Geng Sheng and Tan Qing have left, and the Chinese New Year is not lively. On New Year's Eve, I invite you to my house. There are no strangers, and you all know them."

Yan Xiu chuckled lightly, and declined: "Thank you for your kindness, but I still have Mr. Chen here, it's good for the two of us to live at home and not bother you at home."

Mrs. Du laughed at how polite he was.

Chen Bizhen hung the brass water lily gyroscope on his waist, and the fragrance was spreading out. He frowned, and as soon as he raised his face, he met Madam Du's sight. She might be leaving.

"Liu Yuan, this is Mrs. Du, she lives nearby, so she must have seen her before." Yan Xiu said.

Mrs. Du quickly answered, walked towards Chen Bizhen, and said: "Mr. Chen, I found Chaoci for you. Is he able to serve you well?"

"Very good, thank you." Chen Bizhen bowed to Mrs. Du.

Yan Xiu just looked at him from a distance.

Chen Bizhen grew into a more upright man, instead of a reckless boy on the edge of jerky. He was tall and thin, with a young and beautiful face;

To send Madam Du out, Yan Xiu had a Duying gyroscope on his belt. Madam Du suddenly pointed at it and said, "It's the same as his..."

"He bought it for me on the street." Yan Xiu answered her.

"It's very delicate and beautiful. You are all elegant and comfortable. I married a rough man. He never does this."

It can be seen that Mrs. Du really appreciates and likes it, her eyes light up.

The gift was the hard-to-buy dim sum in the restaurant, and it was placed on the table. Chen Bizhen was pacing in front of the door, depressed, and when he saw Yan Xiu coming, he took a deep breath.

Said: "You dare not say what I am yours."

"You are nothing to me in the first place." Yan Xiu didn't go along with his temper, teasing him.

Yan Xiu still had a smile on his face, stepped forward and grabbed Chen Bizhen's hand, and repeated: "It wasn't originally."

The two stood face to face, Chen Bichen rolled his eyes out of anger, and when he became anxious, he raised his hand suddenly, grabbed Yan Xiu's cheek, and kissed him hard.

Yan Xiu hit his shoulder with red ears, and whispered: "Someone will come."

Chen Bizhen's argument was reasonable and unreasonable. He said: "If you tell her the truth, she will not worry about your marriage in the future."

"Will I marry someone else if she's worried? You're really full of nonsense. "

Yan Xiu stopped pulling Chen Bichen's hand, and laughed at him for being jealous and childish.Yan Xiu lifted his feet to go into the room, he entered the door, looked at the snacks on the table, and wanted to drink up the tea, but suddenly, a dark shadow rushed up from behind, his arms only wrapped around Yan Xiu's body.

Chen Bizhen hugged him domineeringly from behind, and said, "I will marry you if I marry you."

"You let go, I can hardly breathe." Yan Xiu struggled twice, but to no avail, he let him hug him.

"If she's a smart person, she should know about it," Yan Xiu said again, "I've already told her that you bought this thing."

He stared at the gyroscope dangling on his waist.

Yan Xiu's voice was not loud, with a lot of consolation. He turned his head and could basically see Chen Bizhen's face clearly. The breaths of the two were intertwined, which was hotter than fire.

The face is going to be roasted.

Chen Bizhen suddenly became emotional, and said in a low voice, "I don't have anything now, if you really don't want to, I can understand."

"In my family, there are twenty more Chen Liuyuan, and they can support me."

Chen Bichen's breathing became more chaotic, he saw Yan Xiu closed his eyes, and he also remembered what Yan Xiu said just now.

Hugging Yan Xiu from behind, pecking and kissing his mouth bit by bit, as well as his neck and cheeks, and his burned ears.

"I have to find something to do to make money. People are always waiting, and it's going to be bad."

Yan Xiu said: "Nanpu Church needs someone to settle accounts, so you can go. We can't go to other people's homes to earn money because our own home is too busy."

Two days later, New Year's Eve really ushered in. Chen Bizhen was busy writing "Fu" and hanging lanterns. He was happy in the festive atmosphere. He told Yan Xiu: "I was living on the street at that time. Have a year."

Yan Xiu took pity on him, pursed his lips and looked at him, and said, "If you have anything else to say, please tell me."

Chen Bizhen shook his head, took Yan Xiu's hand to go in, he said: "The wound is not fully healed yet."

"Let me help you apply the medicine."

Yan Xiu knew that he was reminding him on purpose, so he followed his words without questioning, and Chen Bizhen immediately responded happily: "Help me."

Yan Xiu asked Chen Bizhen to sit on the bed, and said, "I don't even know what happened to Tanqing, Kongqing is so small...hey, don't be upset, Tanqing is not someone else."

Chen Bizhen looked up at Yan Xiu, put his arms around Yan Xiu's waist, put his face on his chest, and said, "No, of course not, I know what you're thinking, I know."

Yan Xiu was confused by him, so he could only laugh, lowered his head again, stroked the top of Chen Bizhen's hair, and said, "Okay, I know you listen to me the most."

In an instant, he started talking nonsense, making people's teeth tingle, Yan Xiu went to the drawer to get the medicine, and told him: "Go to sleep, otherwise the medicine will be gone."

Yan Xiu's hands were warm, not the most delicate, but they had stretched and clean flesh. He applied medicine to the miserable wound, leaned over his chest and blew carefully, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"You still laugh when it hurts."

The wound healed a bit, and there was no need to wrap it too much. Yan Xiu put on the medicine and came to talk with Chen Bizhen, who sat on the edge of the bed.

Outside, people are preparing to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new. After a difficult year, the two of them are still staying together.

Without Yangjing, without palace walls, without Xue and Linjiao Terrace, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority.

Chen Bizhen suddenly felt that this was the best day, he didn't need to fight anymore, he didn't need to hear others say that Yan Xiu was a bondage, was he a coward?Kind of.

In fact, it doesn't count, being an emperor is no different from being a doctor. Anyone can choose what they want to do most according to their own wishes.

"Lie down with me." Chen Bizhen pinched Yan Xiu's fingers, puffed up his cheeks, and looked at him with bright eyes.

Yan Xiu took off his outer robe and went up, and naturally shrank into Chen Butian's arms, and he also puffed up his cheeks like Chen Butian.

Both of them couldn't hold back anymore and laughed.

Chen Bizhen rubbed Yan Xiu's forehead with his cheek, and said: "It's almost Shangyuan, when I left Chongcheng, I lit lanterns by the lake with the people of Yangjing, and I wrote poems."

"Huh?" Yan Xiu answered him.

Chen Bizhen recalled it for a moment, and said: "It's written like this--Xinhuan Old City with cool lights, invisibility, especially remembering the pain with the king. In the coming year, there will be a feast of Sheng in the Yuan Dynasty, and the world is still good in Chuntianfeng."

He took a deep breath, hugged Yan Xiu even harder, and closed his eyes.

"In the coming year, Shangyuan must be with you," Yan Xiu said, "The world is still good."

There was a gentle sting in the eyes, and after escaping from the complete loss, everything became clear and moving.

After the new year, the weather became colder, and the swirling wind blew for two nights, making the alleys full of leaves, some pale yellow and some green.

On the third night of the wind blowing, life went on as usual, but the streets were not very stable. Chen Bizhen went out to buy pens and inks. When he came back, he saw some soldiers running around. There were too many casualties in the national army, so they came to conscript.

Chen Bizhen entered the house, and hurriedly told Yan Xiu about it, Yan Xiu put his hands on Chen Bizhen's cold face, and said worriedly: "Maybe, he will also come to knock on the door of the house."

"Only the two of us can go at home."

"How can I let you go? I managed to save my life. I have never heard of any royal family member who would be a pawn who was stabbed."

After Chen Bizhen thought about it, he said, "Then let's run away."

Naturally, this suggestion is useless. Anyone can think of the idea of ​​escaping, but no one can escape. It can be guessed that there are already more officers and soldiers guarding the gates of Fushan.

He slept until midnight, when suddenly a servant knocked on the door and said urgently, "My lord, the people from the yamen are here and want to see you."

Yan Xiu got up and lit the lamp, and urged Chen Bichen, "Give me the banknote, and you don't come out."

The wind swirled and floated, and the coolness penetrated into his heart from the outside. Yan Xiu put on his clothes and went out. The man with a knife waited outside the door, and handed up the printed notice, saying: "Qianling was invaded by enemy bandits. , I need reinforcements from Fushan, is there anyone at home who is going?"

The one with the knife was a one-eyed officer. He was not cruel, but serious. He sized Yan Xiu up and waited for his reply.

"My family members are all dead, and I am the only one left, running the pharmacy."

"Then it's up to you to go. Seeing that you are in good health, you are suitable for the battlefield." The knife-wielding man pulled the paper out of his pocket, and was about to grab Yan Xiu's hand to make a mark.

Yan Xiu stuffed a stack of banknotes into his sleeve and said, "I'll treat you to a drink."

The two looked at each other, each with their own goals, Yan Xiu had never practiced martial arts, or even done too much heavy work, so naturally he couldn't really win others, and the officer didn't talk about these things, he bowed his head and talked to his subordinates In a small way, he said: "I want money, but I can't lose my life for money. Think again, or we will really search your house."

After all, Yan Xiu didn't stop him, two officers and soldiers rushed into the yard, and after a while, Chen Bizhen was pulled out.

Against the white blades on their waists with empty hands, compromise can at least save their lives. Chen Bizhen stood up, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "I'll go."

The wind blew his hair up.

Yan Xiu looked at him in surprise, but there was nothing he could do. The officers and soldiers handed over the papers, grabbed Chen Bichen's hand, and locked him down.

"What's it called?" he asked.

"Chen Liuyuan."

"Someone will come to you the day after tomorrow. Naturally, fighting a war is not a trivial matter, but if I come back alive, so will you." The one-eyed man said, as if he was talking about innocuous matters. He put away the papers and prepared to leave up.

Fushan hadn't had such a strong wind for a long time, it made people dizzy, and the things in front of them seemed fake.

Yan Xiu thought, Shang Yuan has not passed yet.

He said, "Wait a minute."

The man in soft armor walked loudly, but the noise stopped following Yan Xiu's words, and the three of them turned around.

Yan Xiu gritted his teeth in the cold wind, he suddenly made a major decision, he said, "I'm going too."

The one-eyed man looked at him, suddenly smiled, and said: "My lord, not everyone has the opportunity to stay at home. Naturally, I am not a cold and cruel person. If I can stay, I will definitely not have to stand out."

Yan Xiu didn't dare to look directly at Chen Bizhen, but Chen Bizhen stepped forward to drag him in.

Yan Xiu looked at the black cloth over the man's sick eyes and knelt down.

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