Revlon

Xiaoyue saw a drawing in Qi Chen's study, which looked like a totem of a blue bird. The more Xiaoyue looked at it, the more familiar it became, but he couldn't remember where he saw it. He asked Qi Chen, and Qi Chen told him that he I was wrong, there is no such picture.

How could Xiaoyue be so easy to fool, he was sure he had seen it, and more than once, he was able to imitate it in every possible way.

But this "seven seven eight eight" is Xiaoyue's own opinion, and Qi Delong is not at all flattering his painting style, evaluating it as: like a bunch of grapes wrestling together.

"You really don't want to send your Ye Zhao off??" Qi Delong sat in the courtyard in front of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, holding a heater in his hand, watching Xiaoyue sweep the snow for half an hour, "If you don't go again, Is the convoy going out of town?"

Xiao Yue shook the snow on the broom: "His name is Qi Chen, not Ye Zhao."

"Aren't they all the same? You can understand whoever I say. He will go to the palace for three months this time. Are you sure you don't want to see him off?" Qi Delong saw Qi Chen's chariot parked at the gate of the palace for a long time with his own eyes. He didn't wait for Xiaoyue, and finally left slowly.

Xiaoyue can think about it: "Whether I see him or not, I have to wait for the spring to come back. Besides, if he is not here, we can do whatever we want."

Qi Delong looked bitter: "Do what you want? Do you want to do it?"

Qi Delong remembered the letter from Feige last night. Fang Yuwu blasted the mountain wall, brought back the red-headed iron brand, and robbed Xiaoyue's first-class function. He came to harass Xiaoyue non-stop, asking Xiaoyue to return the poetry collection to him, and repay his life-saving grace, which is called debt collection.

Qi Chen is probably also confused. The story of the servants of the Wangfu Xiao and the supernatural powers hanging out in Langfang, East Lake has been widely spread among the people. Even Qi Delong has heard of it. The entire palace servants are whispering in private. This is also the reason why the Empress Dowager sees him as an eyesore. Qi Chen is the only one in the whole world who is pretending to be deaf and dumb, and he has not mentioned a word until now.

Although Master Fang did have great favor with Xiaoyue, Qi Delong felt that Xiaoyue still didn't know how to drive advantage and avoid taboo at this time, so he was somewhat out of his mind.

Qi Delong accused: "You want to carry Ye... bah. And you want to go to meet Lord Fang behind Qi Chen?"

? ?

Xiaoyue thought his words sounded weird, and seemed to see his boiling brain.

"What are you thinking, be serious." Xiao Yue gave him a white look, and swept the snow into the small pond.

The broom waved, and the snow kept falling into the water, melting instantly. Xiaoyue's voice slowly said, "It's a great kindness for Master Fang to block the suspicion of killing the prince for me. He also saved me this time. I see that he is upright. Be frank and frank, besides, that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Then Qi Delong felt relieved and said, "Then what do you want to do with 'do whatever you want'?"

Chidron bit the word "for what" hard, suspecting that it sounded obscene again.

Xiaoyue: "I want to say that since the Zhen Fusi and the treasury can't find the signal pump, maybe it was hidden by Qi Chen on purpose."

Chidron thought for a moment: "It's entirely possible!"

Generally, lovers will try their best to meet each other's needs, but Qi Chen is different, he doesn't like the beauty of adults, this is what he said himself.

Xiaoyue remembers every word he said, good or bad.

"If our guess is correct, he is most likely to hide his things in Qianqiu Hall. We can find them slowly in the next three months." Xiao Yue said.

Qi Delong patted the stove in his arms, smiling relievedly: "I take back that sentence, if I have the opportunity to go back, I am willing to accept you as a student."

Xiao Yue smiled, passed the broom leaning against the tree beside him: "Go on, let's do the work."

Chidron caught the broom that was flying towards him, and reluctantly put down the stove: "Sweep, sweep, sweep!"

Xiao Yue casually pointed him to a piece of land, and Qi Delong moved his old arms and legs twice, and wrote big characters on the ground: "The last time I swept the floor was more than 20 years ago, time makes people grow old." !"

The broom made a rustling sound, one after another in the cold yard, and Chidron chattered endlessly.

"Xiaoyue, I'm not talking about you. This sweeping of the floor is done by servants. Why do you drag me here?"

"Life is movement."

"You're arrogating, and you should take care of what you shouldn't. For example, when we do scientific research, there is a clear division of labor. Have you ever seen an electronic information expert go to read a biology paper? It's a waste of time!"

"You are a professor, pay attention to civilized words."

"I'm just swearing, I still hit the students, I knock on their foreheads..."

.........

Forty miles out of the city, the mountains are stretching, and the north and south peaks stand tall and echo each other.

The terrain of Nanfeng is relatively gentle. Red walls and red tiles can be seen among the green forests. The boundary wall follows the trend of the mountain and undulates.

The palace is so big that it is divided into many pavilions and courtyards, and Qi Chen lives in the largest one "surrounded by clouds and mountains".

In the mountains surrounded by clouds, there are clear and empty jade buildings, the east stream leads to the west stream, the spring water is tinkling, the forest is deep and the rocks are moist, but it is too deserted.

Qi Chen sits in the atrium of the inner house every day, looking at the snow scene outside the window, or playing chess with chess players, painting with the painter, counting the sun in the sky every day, and only ten or so days have passed.

Today Shen Yi'an brought Qi Chen a bamboo birdcage, humming a tune and stepped into the surrounding cloud mountains.

"You all go out, I have something important to discuss with the prince." Shen Yi'an strode into the main pavilion, and threw a word to the person waiting at the door.

The high platform on the second floor is a cornice-style building. Most of the pavilion protrudes from the building, overlooking the garden and the mountains. There are square furnaces in the four corners of the pavilion. The empress dowager's decree was copied a hundred times before returning to the palace.

"See you, my lord!" Shen Yi'an carried the birdcage, and stomped on the wooden floor.

Qi Chen stopped writing, looked at the birdcage that suddenly appeared on the table, then looked at the person in front of the table, and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

Shen Yi'an smiled mysteriously, and slowly sat on the wooden chair: "Isn't the humble job afraid that you will be bored, this is the fun that the humble job brought back for you when I went down the mountain."

fun?

Qi Chen looked at the red-billed little bird covered in black, and frowned in disgust.

Shen Yi'an hurriedly said: "This bird is called a wren. It can speak human language. I bought it from a storyteller in the town next door. It learns tongue very well. It can chat with you."

Qi Chen snorted: "It's enough for you to make noise in front of this king, take it away."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes to pick up the pen to dip in the ink, and Shen Yi'an clicked his tongue: "My lord, look again, it's really good at learning the tongue, let's see it show you a... Come on, parrot, call your lord auspicious. "

"Chirp—"

"My lord is auspicious."

"Chirp—"

"Wang, Lord, Ji, Xiang."

……

A long time passed, and after Shen Yian yelled 99 times "Auspicious Wang Ye" to the black bird, he finally pushed the cage aside impatiently: "Liar! Charlatan! That storyteller must have been dropped by me, look at me!" Going back down the mountain and smashing his... that's all, it doesn't matter."

Qi Chen was finishing writing three full pages, and suddenly said: "Don't you have something important to tell me?"

"Oh, that's right," Shen Yi'an suddenly realized, "There's a secret report from Lidu that Mr. Xiao has been sweeping snow in the mansion and cleaning your bedroom every day for the past few days. He hasn't gone out to find Master Fang again."

Qi Chen's pen paused, and he raised his eyes to look at him: "Shen signed the matter, you already reported this matter yesterday."

"It doesn't matter, there is one more important thing to do in a humble position." The reward offered by the Zhen Fusi before was confirmed. The woodcutter in the next door Quanshui Town once picked up a red iron box in Dujuanao. It was the size of a fist and would vibrate spontaneously. Buzzing, the people said that it was a sacred object, and it has been sent to Fengtianguo Temple to worship... Your lord, you spelled the last two words wrong. "

Qi Chen stopped writing to look, and he actually wrote the last two characters of the whole passage as Xiaoyue.

Shen Yi'an saw Qi Chen laughing at himself and rubbing away the waste paper, Shen Yi'an sighed: "If you miss him, go back to your house to see him, the trip will only take two days."

Qi Chen spread the paper again: "Forget it, the imperial grandmother is getting old, it's better not to make her angry, this royal power should be filial to the old man."

Shen Yi'an looked worried: "Don't do it," he said, patting his chest, "The humble job is covering your escape down the mountain, and I will never let the slightest bit of news out to you."

Qi Chen: "Forget it, you can make some arrangements. My king will go to Fengtian Temple to recuperate immediately."

"Ah??" Shen Yi'an was startled, "Have you thought it through?"

Fengtianguo Temple is a royal temple in Nanyue. The emperor of Nanyue must enter the temple for one month every year to practice. Soldiers and horses are not allowed to go up the mountain. Going there is not self-cultivation, but practice.

Qi Chen didn't make a sound, and Shen Yi'an noticed that Qi Chen was not copying Buddhist scriptures anymore, but was writing his own handwriting, telling the empress dowager that he was going to Fengtianguo Temple.

"—Jiu Jiu, my lord, my lord, my lord is auspicious."

The wren suddenly spoke.

Prince Li Duxin's Mansion——

The sky is clear and the moon is clear, and the stars shine at night.

The candlelight of Xiaoxiang Pavilion reddened the window sill, Xiaoyue walked by the window and closed the windows one after another.

The room quickly became warmer, Xiaoyue blew out the candles, and lay down on the bed, the silk quilt was as thin as weightless, but very warm.

Suddenly, he heard rustling footsteps, and a black shadow flashed past the window.

"Who?

There was no response, Xiaoyue listened carefully, but there was no sound.

But he was still a little worried. He put on a piece of clothing and walked to the window. The moment he opened the window, the cold wind poured in, taking away most of his sleepiness.

The snow outside the window has melted, revealing the smooth bluestone slabs and withered yellow lawn, the wind is whistling, and a raccoon cat quickly ran up the plane tree in the courtyard.

"...It turned out to be a cat."

When the weather is cold, these little guys always like to go to other people's houses to find food. Ever since Xiaoyue fed a wild cat in the yard, he can see the shadow of the cat in the yard from time to time.

Xiao Yue closes the window, turns around and is almost frightened into cardiac arrest.

In the dim room, a dark and tall figure stood close to him. When he turned around, the black figure suddenly attacked him, grabbed his waist, covered his mouth, and squeezed him tightly. Tightly pulled into his arms, Xiaoyue was frightened out of his wits, and began to struggle violently.

"it's me."

Soi Ying's voice was deep and magnetic, full of magnetism, and entered Xiao Yue's ears word by word: "Mr. Xiao, I'm back."

The person in his arms gradually quieted down, and his voice was still a little shocked: "...My lord?"

"Well, it's me."

Xiaoyue was startled for a moment, then wrapped his arms around Qi Chen's waist, and buried his head in his chest. He heard that Qi Chen had moved from the palace to Fengtianguo Temple in the past two days, and he also heard that he would not eat well there. Less suffering, Xiaoyue was very worried.

"Why are you back?" Xiao Yue burrowed into his arms again, listening to the strong heartbeat beside his ear, he felt very at ease.

Qi Chen kissed the soft hair of the person in his arms: "I came back secretly, I have to leave before dawn."

Xiaoyue tightened Qi Chen's waist, yearning for half a wisp of light fragrance on his body: "Are you in such a hurry?"

"That's right," Qi Chen said with a low voice, "It can't be discovered by others."

Xiao Yue was silent, and after a while, Qi Chen felt his shoulders shaking slightly.

Qi Chen: "What are you laughing at?"

Xiaoyue laughed sullenly a few times, and muttered: "This is your palace, why are you cheating on a secret society?"

Qi Chen rubbed Xiao Yue's hair heavily, and suddenly picked him up.

Suddenly weightless, Xiao Yue almost screamed: "You... what are you doing?"

"Cheating." Taking advantage of the dim light by the window, Qi Chen looked at the thin beauty in his arms.

Xiao Yue closed his eyes and smiled wryly.

The shadow of the candle in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was flickering, and on the swaying gauze bed, there was an ambiguous and murmuring panting sound, Wang Xin bullied himself and pressed his lover under him hard, and thick hard objects came in and out crazily.

Qi Chen pinched Xiaoyue's slender waist, and pushed and bumped fiercely, his white as jade buttocks trembled, and his slender waist trembled beneath him.

Xiao Yue hurriedly grabbed the quilt, helplessly enduring all the pain and joy Qi Chen gave him, his two white and tender thighs shook uncontrollably, the pain and pleasure were so intense that he was going crazy, he bit his lower lip , Enduring the soreness and wetness of the back acupuncture point, the hot breath spewed out of the nasal cavity, and an uncontrollable moan overflowed from the throat: "Mmm...lighten... my lord... my lord... .ummm..."

Xiaoyue tried to curl up in embarrassment to avoid it, but the back hole swallowed the tyrannical giant even deeper, Qi Chen struggled to thrust, while gasping for love: "Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, this king, in this life, only I went crazy once, and I miss you like crazy."

The hard, thick, long forehead and the hard object continued to penetrate deeply, nailing the prey under him tightly to his genitals, and pressed it heavily to the deepest part, making the tender flesh shudder, sore, numb, painful and itchy. All kinds of tastes exploded together, and the hot water It overflowed and wet the bright yellow on the bed.

The intermittent crying in Xiaoxiang Pavilion rang all night, and it didn't stop until five o'clock.