I got married with my enemy

During this period of time, there was peace everywhere, and the military was not as busy as the officials in the inner court. The annual leave was given on the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month.Xie Yuanheng had no serious place to go, and he had to face Yang Qian day and night when staying at home. He hadn't crossed the threshold in his heart a few days ago, and now he didn't want to talk to him too much.

But if he really wants to go out to have fun with his group of friends, even though he thinks he is very clean and has never stayed outside, no matter how late he comes back, he can always see Yang Qian waiting in the atrium.This man doesn't know what's going on, he looks like a dog to outsiders, he is very solemn, but when he comes home, he always looks aggrieved and unhappy, and makes people feel that he dare not speak.

Xie Yuanheng really couldn't bear this kind of resentment coming to his face, so he simply admitted that he was wronged, and stopped running around, and followed the housekeeper Zhang Luoyi all day to meet the new year's goods.

Murong Chen was very rare, before he pestered Yang Qian to help him match Xie You and himself, but now he forgot about it, and sat in the courtyard every day, kneading melon seeds and fruits to watch her brother run wild.

Years ago, Yang Qian arranged New Year's ceremony for several cronies in Weiyuan Camp one after another, and all the things that were accumulated in twos and threes on weekdays were also put to an end.He didn't like to go out very much, now he has free time, except to stay in the room and read a book, have nothing to do with him, just lean on the door of the room and watch Xie Yuanheng mess up with the housekeeper.

In fact, Xie Yuanheng is very handy in handling all affairs. Back then, he arranged all the big and small things in the general's mansion, and he also had to order the trivial matters of Weiyuan camp. Greeting post, meaning to attend some necessary banquets, hold banquets and gatherings with the cronies of Weiyuan camp, when you are in a good mood, you will prepare a gift and go to Xie's house to visit the door, pay New Year's greetings openly, and say a few mean words with a secret smile, every time He blew his beard and stared at the old Shang bookishly.

Now he has taken over the affairs of the general's mansion. In the past, he was as boring as a gourd. Jump down to add to the chaos.

Oh, it's in someone else's house, and it's someone else's chaos.

It was the first time that Xie Yuanheng didn't have to worry about foreign affairs and family affairs. With such an out-of-the-ordinary identity, he was really self-willed. This person is also good at pretending to be confused, and he is happy to make trouble everywhere, and he really found new fun.

Murong Chen didn't know which day he was bored, so he looked around, and accidentally caught sight of Yang Qian leaning against the door to look at her brother, and slyly leaned over to get closer, and turned around to hint that Yang Qian would match up more. .Yang Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she listened to her ramblings, and she asked her left and right to talk about it, so she taught her how to play chess.Miss Murong is equally illiterate in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She has always been restless. In order to win over her allies, she learned chess patiently.

Xie Yuanheng didn't know which time he passed by these two people, and later realized that something was wrong, and always felt that something was different, but when he looked back, the two people actually set up a chessboard on the stone table in the courtyard.

Murong Chen bit his fingers and learned seriously, but Yang Qian was a good teacher, and he could distract himself from time to time to watch him running around in the yard while giving instructions. On the contrary, the man bent his eyes and smiled, making Xie Yuanheng smile expressionlessly.

Murong Chen was worried for a long time, but he didn't hear Yang Qian's voice for a long time. When he looked up, he found that these two people were busy flirting.Murong Chen thought he had learned the sad truth, secretly shaking off the goosebumps all over his body, stood up with a blank face, and neatly pushed his brother on her original seat, "It depends on sitting down and watching. "Then he stuffed his desperate bad move into Xie Yuanheng's hands, flicked his sleeves and walked away gracefully.

Xie Yuanheng was at a loss, caught off guard, his sister had already left, the chessboard was in chaos, and when he looked up, there was someone smiling like a flower.

What a fucking bastard.

Xie Yuanheng glanced at the chess game with a paralyzed face, this dead girl's hands are really very spiritual, even the god Da Luo can't save her at this point.

Yang Qian didn't expect what was going to happen, but this person was happy to see the result, and made up his mind to watch the fun, and said slowly, "It's not over yet, son, continue, do you want me to teach you?"

Keep hitting the ball.

Xie Yuanheng raised his eyes and glanced at the man's malicious face, propped his hands on the chessboard, and looked up at him with his chin in his hand, "The lieutenant looks very much looking forward to it."

Yang Qian was dazzled by his slightly raised chin, and before he had time to strike up a conversation, he saw the man blink and apologized perfunctorily, "Oh, I was not careful."

Yang Qian followed Xie Yuanheng's smiling eyes and saw the man's sleeve sweeping across the chessboard...

"Unintentionally, this dress is newly cut, and the material is too soft. When the wind blows, it will flutter around. I'm really sorry."

Yang Qian: ...

Yang Qian felt that this person might be treating him as mentally retarded.In the winter, except for the cotton clothes, there is the north wind. How about coaxing ghosts?

Xie Yuanheng stared at Yang Qian's indescribable expression, feeling inexplicably happy in his heart, and was about to shake his sleeves and get up to leave, but before he could move, the person opposite stretched out a hand expressionlessly, and took his sleeve to hold his hand. Put your hands back on the stone table.Yang Qian tidied up his chess pieces in a calm manner, "It's okay, the next game will be over."

Xie Yuanheng opened his mouth to refuse, but Yang Qian glanced at him and knew what he was up to, so he stuck in front of his mouth and asked, "Do you want the white one or the black one?"

Xie Yuanheng was stared at by Yang Qian's gaze, and the words on his lips turned three times, and the exit became: "Black."

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The housekeeper of Zhenyuan Hou's Mansion and a group of servants worked hard, facing the confusion of their own elders and the no-nonsense involvement of their young ladies watching the fun, they finally prepared everything "without any danger".

Yang Qian had nothing to do before, and when he really couldn't stand it, he would help him. The old housekeeper was so excited that he was almost grateful. Lord Hou is in charge of the house, Madam left early, the eldest son and young lady have always been half-grown children, and they will never grow up, I really didn't expect that there will be a second person who can be the head of the house in the blink of an eye."

Yang Qian: ...

Yang Qian met the old housekeeper's gratified and emotional eyes, and felt helpless and funny for a while. He had grown up in the general's mansion for 13 years. The roles seemed to be reversed, which caught people off guard and made me laugh.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Old Hou Ye went to the ancestral hall by himself.Old Hou Ye misses the past, and stays with his wife's coffin every year to watch the new year.That girl Murongchen couldn't stay idle, she chattered and led a group of servants out to watch the dragon and lion dances, yelling that she wanted to watch the fiery trees and silver flowers by the moat.

Xie Yuanheng doesn't like too much excitement, so there's no need to stay in crowds. In previous years, he and Yang Qian would gather around the charcoal stove in the room, listening to the hustle and bustle outside. Under the bright sky, talk all night.

Yang Qian doesn't talk much on weekdays, rarely asks him, and doesn't complain much, but once he talks to him, this kid is very talkative.When I was young, I always asked what to say with straight eyebrows and blank eyes, and everything I thought in my heart was completely wiped out. When I grow up, I seem to be a little smarter, and I am more and more able to coax others. It was getting more and more accurate, and he couldn't listen to anything he didn't want to hear.

Xie Yuanheng stood in the yard for a while, and saw the southern sky being illuminated from a distance.Hou's mansion is to the south, and not far to the south is the city wall, facing the moat to the south. It is said that every New Year's Eve, there are endless paintings and boats on the river.

Xie Yuanheng was stunned for a while, thinking that there was no place for entertainment in the mansion, so he might as well take a look, and as soon as he took a step to walk out, he was called out.

Yang Qian came over with a cloak in his arms, and tied it on him thoughtfully, "It's cold at night, be careful when you go out."

After finishing his speech, the man straightened his clothes seriously with downcast eyes. Xie Yuanheng didn't have the nerve to interrupt him for a while, but saw that the man was straightening out his clothes, and he had almost gone through all the clothes. the meaning of.

Xie Yuanheng was helpless, sighed calmly, and could only ask, "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing." Yang Qian mumbled softly, "Where is your son going?"

Xie Yuanheng met his raised eyes, and inexplicably saw the kind of Ai Ai. I don't know if he was too conscious of his current status as Murong Xiao, and he strangely gave birth to a kind of self-deprecating, lingering love. The feeling of sensuality comes.

Yang Qian took a good look at his stagnation at this moment, and said, "I usually don't have much to do during New Year's Eve. In the first year, there was no one around me, and I was a little flustered. If you don't mind where your son is going, can you take me with you?" ?”

This person didn't know where he learned the way of being coquettish and coquettish. Before he could finish a sentence, he quietly grabbed his sleeve.Xie Yuanheng felt helpless, but when he turned his head to look, he was taken aback by the hopeful face of this person, so he had no choice but to bring this person along.

Yang Qian was very quiet, the two of them were walking in the crowd, surrounded by people coming and going, rejoicing and clamoring, everyone's faces were filled with joyful and lively expressions.Only the two of them were half a step apart, and Xie Yuanheng suddenly felt that they were out of place with the crowd.

I don’t know what’s happening not far ahead, the crowd rushes to that place, Xie Yuanheng and Yang Qian are not very close, and in a blink of an eye, Xie Yuanheng found that the original position where Yang Qian was standing was full of people shouting. The crowd, this person was rushed by the crowd, but he didn't know where he was squeezed.

Xie Yuanheng stood in the same place blankly, dazzled by the people walking back and forth, I don't know who walked too fast, bumped into him when passing by Xie Yuanheng, Xie Yuanheng's eyes were still fixed on Yang Qian's original standing position, it might as well be caught by his figure He was bumped to one side, but someone helped him from behind.

"My son, be careful." Yang Qian's voice was very soft, and he stopped when he saw that he was standing still.

Xie Yuanheng turned his head to look, only to realize that this person had walked back to him at some point.

Xie Yuanheng opened his mouth, and before he could ask "When did you come back?", he gently climbed up with one hand, and tentatively clasped his hand.

Xie Yuanheng's fingertips trembled, and he was about to retract reflexively, but the man changed his hesitation just now, and grabbed his hand with his fingers.

Yang Qian raised his eyes and looked over, his voice was very low, "My lord, it's really hard for me to find you back, I'm afraid of losing you again, let me hold you, okay?"

The author has something to say: There are no classes on Saturdays and Sundays this semester, and Saturdays and Sundays are still free, so let’s change at six o’clock, and nine o’clock at other times if there are no accidents. (Single machine makes me always feel like I am talking to myself)