23 silk moving purple emperor

The small courtyard is still as elegant as ever. There are vines along the wall, climbing flowers, and the fragrance is faintly lingering in the wind. There is a big banyan tree in the east corner of the yard, with a thick trunk and luxuriant branches. On a soft couch, Wuyou is dozing off on it.

Mei Ziyang's eyes naturally fell on him eagerly.

He hadn't seen Wuyou for about a month, which was normal in the past, and it was also normal not to see Wuyou for a longer period of time, but this time, Mei Ziyang found it extremely unbearable.

Wuyou seemed to be a little fatter, and now under the flickering sunlight, his skin looked plump, moist and crystal clear, with a little blush, and he felt that he was really well-raised, and he didn't look sick at all.

Wuyou, who was half asleep and half awake, heard the movement, opened his eyes slightly, and saw Mei Ziyang standing at the door. He was backlit and couldn't see his face clearly, but the gaze seemed to fall on him in a substantial way, and he felt a little hot of.

Wuyou smiled, stretched lazily, and said vaguely, "You're here."

At that moment, it seemed that there had never been any disputes or injuries between them, as if they had such a date long ago, and Wuyou was just quietly waiting for his lover in this bright spring.

So Mei Ziyang also laughed, and said softly, "Well, I'll come and see you."

Stepping forward briskly, Wuyou narrowed his eyes to look at him, stretched out his hand, Mei Ziyang took his hand, sat sideways on the side of the couch, looked at him carefully, and said with a smile: "You don't know that at all. It looks like he has some kind of illness, but his complexion is very good."

Wuyou withdrew his hand, turned over, and smiled sideways at him: "I don't have any serious problems, as long as I take care of it, it will be fine, the young master is too careful."

Mei Ziyang nodded: "It's a good thing to be careful, so I can rest assured, what is going on with you?"

Wuyou thought for a while, and said, "How did Pavilion Master Qiu tell you?"

Mei Ziyang said: "Pavilion Master Qiu said that you are born with a lack of hard work, just rest for a while."

Wuyou smiled again: "Well, it's almost like this, but I get tired easily, and my appetite fluctuates, it all depends on rest."

Mei Ziyang nodded: "Then you really have to take good care of it, but I don't worry about having the chief manager around."

Wuyou smiled, raised his face and looked at him: "Then don't provoke him, and let him do everything, okay?"

He is curled up on the couch like this, his posture is relaxed, his eyes are slightly narrowed in the sun, and his face looks comfortable and comfortable, like a cat lying on the sun to bask in its belly. The look of coming.

Mei Ziyang's heart almost melted, so of course he nodded and agreed.

Nodding in satisfaction.

Mei Ziyang stared at him for a while, reached out to touch his cheek lightly, and whispered: "Wuyou, I like you like this."

Wuyou likes the warmth of his palm, subconsciously rubs against his palm lightly, and asks lazily, "What is it like?"

Mei Ziyang just wanted to move his hand away, but unexpectedly found that Wuyou wanted to rely on his palm, and happily kept it as it was, while saying:

"In the past, no matter when, you were always careful and kept a distance subconsciously. Although we are very close, you never asked for anything, and you never even offered to extend your hand, let alone ask me to do it for you. What."

Mei Ziyang paused, as if recalling some unforgettable past events, and then continued: "I like you like this, you will ask me, you will reach out to me, this makes me feel that we are very close."

He lowered his head, very close, Wuyou could see the stars shining in his eyes, he suddenly felt his cheeks became hot, and he closed his eyes involuntarily.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door of the yard, and the two of them were shocked and separated suddenly, Wuyou's face became even redder, and he simply didn't even open his eyes, curled up in a ball, covering his face with his sleeves .

Mei Ziyang was also a little embarrassed, turned around and saw that there was a young man at the door, saw him turn his head, with a calm face, as if he hadn't seen anything, he bowed calmly and said: "The chief executive ordered the younger one to give the second The master brings tea and snacks."

Seeing that he was just a servant, Mei Ziyang naturally calmed down immediately, not to mention, even if he was the chief executive, he would not be so embarrassed.

So he nodded and ordered: "Send it in."

The boy ordered the servants who were waiting outside to bring in tea and snacks.A generous food box with red lacquer painted gold and inlaid shells, and a set of cloud kiln tea set with sky blue painted flowers. Several people quietly put on the table, poured the tea, and put it away neatly.

Hearing that the person left, Wuyou took off his arm, feeling a little funny to himself, and glanced at Mei Ziyang out of the corner of his eye.

Mei Ziyang just picked up the teacup and looked at it, and said, "Why is the tea I poured different from the tea I poured for you?"

Wuyou sat up and said, "I can't drink your tea, it's herbal tea."

Mei Ziyang took it over and smelled it, and it really smelled like a faint medicinal fragrance, so he couldn't help but taste it, it was sweet and delicious, so he gave it to Wuyou.

Wuyou held the teacup and looked at the table: "Well, that plum cake looks good, bring it to me."

Sure enough, Mei Ziyang gave him a piece, and said with a smile, "Since when did you like eating such sour stuff?"

Wuyou ignored him, took a bite, it was sweet and sour, and his delicious eyes narrowed, it was so cute, Mei Ziyang couldn't help but think that this snack was really delicious.

He also ate a piece, and he frowned sourly at the first bite, letting Wuyou see it, he burst out laughing.

Mei Ziyang also felt helpless, but even more happy.

Wuyou finished eating that piece of plum cake before saying: "I used to... I probably thought..." He was a little hard to speak, and he couldn't speak out.

Mei Ziyang waited patiently for him, and handed him the piece in his hand by the way.

Wuyou took it and gnawed it, tilting his head and thinking: "I don't think there is any reason to ask you? Because I haven't done anything for you."

Mei Ziyang wiped the residue from the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "I don't even understand this, do we have to come and go?"

Wuyou said: "Isn't this wrong? I didn't do anything, but I always ask you to do this and that for me. Isn't this annoying?"

Mei Ziyang smiled: "I thought there was affection, there was no need for any reason, I would be very happy if I could do something for you."

"But..." Wuyou said earnestly, "I still don't think it should be done, and once or twice is fine, if there are too many, it will be annoying."

"But you never asked for it once."

"I have to control myself. If there is a first time, there will inevitably be a second time."

Mei Ziyang shook his head: "It's really sad that you are like this. It's really not easy for a lover to be careful about you like this."

Although he said that, he didn't really care about it. What he cared more about was the current conversation. It was the first time Wuyou had chatted with him with such an open heart. In all these years, no matter which Wuyou it was, he had never done it before.

So although he said sad in his mouth, his eyes were shining, with a kind of cheerful and charming expression.

Wuyou was also bewildered by him, and felt even more soft-hearted: "Maybe I wasn't close enough to you before, but you also understood the situation of you and me at that time, and you have already taken a big risk."

Mei Ziyang said in a low voice: "Then now, why do you think you can get close to me and ask me?"

Wuyou was startled, his whole expression became dull, then his ears started to heat up, and soon became hot and red, burning crystal clear, he opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, then he stuffed the teacup to Mei with a bit of embarrassment. Ziyang fell back on the couch, covered his head with his hands, and kicked Mei Ziyang: "Don't ask."

Mei Ziyang was even more stunned, she had never seen such a scene before, her hands felt numb as if she had been stabbed by something, and the numbness went all the way to her back.

He lightly tugged on Wuyou's sleeve covering his head, and said, "Wuyou..."

Wuyou snatched back his sleeve, and quickly cut him off: "Don't ask, don't ask, if you ask again, I will drive you out."

Mei Ziyang smiled, and replied: "Okay, okay, I won't ask, I'm afraid of you."

Wuyou also smiled, took off his hand, raised his head and said, "It's agreed, don't ask."

Mei Ziyang nodded.

Wuyou touched his arm to comfort him: "Don't worry, I'll tell you after I think about it."

Mei Ziyang took the opportunity to say: "Then can I still visit you in the future?"

Wuyou smiled slyly: "I don't care what I say, the young master must agree."

How could Mei Ziyang be so easy to dismiss: "I promised you not to mess with him."

Worry-free and discouraged: "Okay, I'll tell the young master, let you come, don't mess with him."

Mei Ziyang touched his cheek: "Don't worry, although I'm not directly under his control, I'm the chief manager after all, why should I provoke him for no reason."

Worry-free nodded: "Yeah."

There was also a smile on his face, and after a while he muttered softly: "It's not you who made him suffer."

Mei Ziyang understood his intention of protection, and felt even more useful in his heart.

The weather gradually became hotter, and the flowers in the yard bloomed several times, colorful, and this small courtyard was very comfortable. Mei Ziyang didn't come today, but just asked someone to send a box of clothes.

They are all Jincheng's new silk this year, made of the thinnest material and the most elegant patterns. They are sewn by the master craftsmen of the best Qiqiao Pavilion in Jincheng, and the accessories are made by Xiuyuxuan. Every piece is impeccable. picky.

Not only Wuyou, but also the chief executive, and even the other three young masters who are not here, Mei Ziyang is really thoughtful, without any mistakes.

The chief manager watched the people take out the clothes one by one for him to look at, and didn't look back, just smiled at Wuyou behind him: "I'm afraid you won't be able to wear these clothes soon."

After two or three months, Wuyou really grew up a lot, but he was originally thin and his clothes were loose, Mei Ziyang only felt that he had recovered from his illness, but he didn't notice any abnormality in his stomach.

Hearing the words, Wuyou poked his head to take a look, then retracted, and said very dissatisfied: "Then, while I can still wear it, I will wear each piece once."

The chief manager laughed: "It seems that you can't hide it, why don't you tell him?"

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, Wuyou touched his stomach subconsciously, it was a little bulging, but he didn't feel it at all: "It's too embarrassing, I really don't know how to say it."

The chief executive laughed out loud.

Wuyou said angrily: "Every time I think of the expression on his face when he heard it, and the way Wuwei and the others knew it, I just want to kill Qiuhuai."

Qiu Huai sat far away under the wall grinding medicine, although he couldn't hear it, he shrunk his neck involuntarily.

Hearing the word Qiu Huai, the chief manager suddenly raised his finger: "This one and the one in front are sent to Mr. Qiu's yard."

Then he said: "The matter has come to this point, it's useless to kill him, you have to tell him, as for Wuwei, they are your brothers, and they are almost like relatives, just let them laugh at you once or twice."

"I'm obviously a man, why do I have to have a baby!"

Wuyou had a sad face for a while.After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll talk about something after I figure it out."

A person as clear and transparent as the head manager naturally knew immediately what he was talking about, and couldn't help being surprised: "You have been together almost every day for the past two months, and you still haven't figured it out yet?"

Wuyou bit her lower lip, a little embarrassed and a little guilty, and said slowly: "It's been too relaxing and comfortable for a while, I'm a little bit reluctant, so... I didn't mention that."

The head manager is silent, he understands the meaning of Wuyou, from three years ago when he was sent to Mei Ziyang's side, to the thrilling ending, and later the twists and turns, he became Wuyou again, fell in love with Mei Ziyang again, and was sent to By Mei Ziyang's side, for so many days, his spirit has been tense, and he has never had such a relaxed and comfortable life.

In the past two months, everything has been exposed to the sun, everything has been spread out, and there is no cover, but he has two months of relaxed days.Therefore, he was reluctant.He was afraid of ruining this kind of life.At this moment, the Chief Manager suddenly understood that it was actually him who made Wuyou so nervous.The key to this is self-explanatory.

After Wuyou said that, he was also a little uneasy. Seeing that the chief executive was suddenly silent, he poked his head a little cautiously to see the chief executive's face. His sleeve: "Master."

The head manager took a deep breath, turned around to face him, and smiled softly, as bright as a spring breeze: "Wuyou, you are too cautious. Since you are talking about this matter, I also want to talk about it." Let me tell you, this time I let you go to Mei Ziyang's place, not because of Mei Ziyang's disobedience, but just to send you to his side."

Wuyou widened his eyes.

The chief executive pinched his face: "Although you don't remember anything, you still can't escape your fate. If you change someone, you can't change your lover. I can't continue to owe you any more. I said it a long time ago. The four of you are my relatives."

He said a little sadly: "Could it be that in your heart, everything about me is cold-blooded and can be used?"

The chief executive sings and composes very well, even Wuyou who knows him very well is stunned for a while, he is not sure how much of this is true and what is not, but no matter what, Wuyou believes that some of it must be true of.

The chief executive was really considerate to him.

Finally, he sighed and said to Wuyou: "Wuyou, don't worry about me, just talk to him as you want."

Wuyou couldn't speak for a while, so he just nodded.

Wuyou walked around the yard while nibbling on a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus shortbread, muttering something, probably something like:

"How can I ask more tactfully?"

"He shouldn't be too angry, right?"

"Ask him two days later?"

"..."

The voice became smaller and smaller, then sighed, stood still, stuffed the remaining shortbread into his mouth, stuffed bulging, chewed hard like a child, and vented his dissatisfaction.

After a while, he pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind, and began to practice: "General Mei, I have something to ask you, do you have... oh no, it's too blunt... Ziyang, can you still... yes? Won't……"

Wuyou puffed his cheeks, thought for a while, and continued to speak: "Ziyang, I actually didn't want to ask you, but now I have to ask for a reason. I don't want you to still be hostile to the young master, so I have to clarify first. What happened to the rebellion?"

Wuyou looked at the gray sky in the distance, it looked like it was going to rain, he felt that his current state of mind was like this sky, with an indescribable depression, mixed with some inexplicable vague pain.

Maybe because of empathy?Although the heart does not remember, the body does.

Wuyou sat down, resting his chin in his hand, tilting his head and thinking, it really takes a lot of courage to really face that tragic past.

"Maybe." He said softly, "Could the world have misunderstood you?"

There was silence in the yard, and no one answered him.

The sound of the door opening was silent, and Wuyou, who was immersed in his own thoughts, didn't notice it. Mei Ziyang walked in lightly, seeing him in a daze, afraid of frightening him, he deliberately walked in front of him.

Wuyou didn't realize it, he frowned and looked somewhere, Mei Ziyang smiled, sat beside him, and said slowly: "Wuyou."

With such an exceptionally soft voice, Wuyou still looked frightened, he suddenly came back to his senses, and when he saw Mei Ziyang, he smiled and said, "Why did you come here so quietly, you scared me."

Mei Ziyang stretched out his hand to rub the center of his brows: "You are so engrossed, why are you so troubled thinking about it?"

As soon as he said this, Wuyou became even more difficult. He couldn't speak for a long time, Mei Ziyang smiled and said: "What is there to say to me? No matter how difficult things are, I will accompany you."

These words are so warm and gentle, warm and comfortable in Wuyou's heart, what I originally wanted to say when I have figured everything out, at this moment, facing Mei Ziyang's deep and bright eyes, I blurted out desperately came out: "I have your child in my stomach."

Mei Ziyang was stunned, then smiled: "Well, I know, so you have to take good care of it, don't think about it, and leave everything to me."

Wuyou shook his head, nodded again, and asked as if something was wrong: "You know?"

Mei Ziyang gently held his shoulder: "I know."

Wuyou stared at him for a while, and finally smiled: "It really is General Jinma."

Wuyou felt that his ears were a little hot, so he couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his ears. Mei Ziyang noticed it, and stretched out his hand to pinch it. Wuyou dodged back and said, "Don't rub it indiscriminately."

Even though he said that, there was still a smile on his face, but he wanted to put on a straight face and said, "I still have something to ask you."

Of course Mei Ziyang would not be angry, and she obediently withdrew her hand: "Okay."

Wuyou tilted his head and thought for a while, and decided to start from the best place to ask: "How do you know... um... I have yours..." The last two words are really hard to say, Wuyou thinks it's true. shame.

Mei Ziyang smiled: "My child? Well, this is easy to say. I just wanted to find out what kind of illness you have, so I ordered someone to check what medicines are bought here. I thought they Did I make a mistake? Some medicines are only used in the prescription for protecting the fetus and calming the nerves, but you also know that those of me are quite capable, so I shouldn’t make such an obvious mistake, so I went again Take a trip to the Qingyin Water Pavilion."

"Master Qiu told you?"

"Not at first, presumably he owes a lot to the chief executive, but I didn't ask him that directly, I thought it might make people think I was crazy, so I just made a very skillful insinuation , I didn’t expect him to think that I already knew, apologized to me again and again, and I figured it out.”

Wuyou gave him a supercilious look. Mei Ziyang's remarks were still his usual tactic, and the understatement seemed to be a coincidence. In fact, Qiu Changkong's reaction must have been expected as early as he expected. He cheated others with words and said so innocent.

Thinking about it, I felt that this person was too much, so Wuyou kicked him lightly: "I'm hungry, let's find some snacks."

Mei Ziyang said: "Today I brought some snowflake marzipan, do you want to try it?"

Nodding worry-free.

Mei Ziyang then ordered the waiters outside the yard: "Bring in the box."

The small gold and silver flying and phoenix porcelain box is filled with a box of round sugar, sprinkled with snow-like powdered sugar, which makes people like it.

Wuyou picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth, squinting his eyes and said "Hmm", that expression is really incomparable enjoyment.

This kind of expression made Mei Ziyang like it, and he ordered: "Bring that Sydney lily soup hot."

Wuyou said, "This candy is pretty good."

Mei Ziyang said: "This is made by the youngest of Tangmen. It is said that it is a new prescription for this year, and it is not available on the market yet."

With sugar in his mouth, Wuyou said vaguely, "You really know everyone."

"Ruyi and Liuyun both like to eat these, so they come and go more often."

Wuyou stuffed another one into his mouth.

Since he had a child, his taste in food has really changed. He also likes candies that he would hardly touch in the past. This snowflake almond candy is fragrant and soft, not too sweet, which he likes very much.

He sighed softly again. In fact, from the current point of view, apart from being a little embarrassing, having this child is really a good thing.

Wuyou tugged at his sleeves, and asked softly: "So, back then... what happened?"