Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

Xie Zhao is a restless character, his leg injury has not yet healed, Bingwen watched him closely, and would make a fuss if he moved a bit too much, it was difficult for Xie Zhao to even leave the yard, let alone leave the house.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, Xie Zhao stayed in the house, lying down until his bones were going limp, and he felt depressed when he heard the cicadas chirping outside the window.Fortunately, the capital city has entered the short rainy season at this time, and the dense light rain has been falling for several days, bringing a bit of refreshing air to the city. Xie Zhao also completely rested his thoughts and finally calmed down.

On this day, Bingwen was in the kitchen cooking up something to eat with the cook, leaving Xie Zhao alone in the room.

He just woke up, his hair was loose behind him, and he was sitting by the window wearing only a blue coat.

The rain drifted into the window along with the wind and fell on his fair face. Xie Zhao smelled the faint fragrance of magnolia flowers.

He lay on the window, looking at the magnolia tree in the yard with ecstasy.

The words in his hand unknowingly fell on the floor, and there was the pattering rain in his ears. Xie Zhao leaned on his arm, enjoying the rain lazily.

The sound of rain, the sound of wind, the rustling of leaves.

Xie Zhaoqing breathed lightly.

And the sound of calm footsteps sounded at an unknown time.

The boots stepped on the bluestone slabs, splashing the rain on the ground.

Xie Zhao looked up, and saw someone coming with an umbrella.

The cyan oil-paper umbrella leaned forward slightly, blocking the faces of the visitors.The black clothes are neat and solemn, making the pale and slender hand holding the umbrella handle even more.

This hand seems to be able to only hold paper, pen and books. How did it have the strength to drag him out of the rushing river that night?

Xie Zhao couldn't figure it out.

The rain is getting louder.

Xie Zhao stretched out his right hand and waved there, raising his voice: "Your Highness, it's raining today, why are you still here?"

The man heard the voice and stood still.

The umbrella surface was raised, gradually revealing the covered face of the person.The rainwater slipped from the umbrella surface and fell to the ground with a ticking sound. The man looked up, the desolation between his brows and eyes dissipated, and a smile gradually appeared in his cool eyes.

Facing Xie Zhao's gaze, he said softly, "I'll come if I want to."

Xie Zhao couldn't help showing a smile.

The rain soaked his eyes, and Fu Ling looked over, only to feel that Xie Zhao's already beautiful eyes became more and more clear at this moment.

Bingwen has taken good care of Xie Zhao in the past few days, and Xie Zhao's face is no longer as pale as before. With such a smile, the room that has become a little dark due to the rainy weather seems to brighten up in an instant.

Fu Ling put away the umbrella and put it outside the door, then walked into the house and sat on the couch with Xie Zhao.

He came from a stroll in the rain. Although he was holding an umbrella, the ends of his hair were inevitably wet.

Xie Zhao's eyes fell on his somewhat damp clothes, and he was moved: "If you don't come for a day, what will happen to me? Your Highness is already weak, and you should stay indoors in this weather. "

"Who was the person who invited me to talk frequently?"

Fu Ling frowned unconsciously when he heard that he was weak, and said displeasedly: "And my body is not that weak, don't listen to Qi Lan's exaggeration."

Thinking that he asked Fu Ling to come and talk with him often, Xie Zhao couldn't help touching his nose guilty.

Fu Ling turned his gaze, and saw a book on the bed next to Xie Zhao.

He thought it was the words of a sage, but he stretched out his hand to take a look, only to find out that it was a novel of ghosts.

Xie Zhao still likes to watch this?

Fu Ling was startled, opened the book and read a few pages, his face began to get darker and darker.

"You...you like reading this kind of books...?"

While Fu Ling was reading a book, Xie Zhao lay down by the window to enjoy the rain.It's a pity that the quiet atmosphere was quickly broken, Xie Zhao turned his head, and saw that Fu Ling, who had always been calm and composed, had a strange expression, and there was something wrong with his eyes.

What's going on here?

Xie Zhao was puzzled, but he still explained to him: "An official from the Ministry of Rites asked Pan Yue to bring it to me. I have nothing to do today, and I don't want to read the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, so I picked up this book. script."

It's just that I don't see much.

He was curious: "What's the matter? Is there something wrong with this script?"

Fu Ling looked at him inquisitively: "Do you know what this script is about?"

Xie Zhao recalled the content he didn't read much: "It seems to be a story about a scholar and a ghost? I only saw the scholar preparing for the imperial examination, but strange things happened frequently at home, and then one night I saw a man in red. The man standing outside the door—is something happening behind?"

Fu Ling saw that he really didn't know what the script was talking about, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's nothing."

He regained his composure, rolled up the story book and held it in his hand. While trying to forget the eloquent text he just saw, he made up a story to coax Xie Zhao: "It's just an ordinary story about ghosts. The scholar met a ghost, and the two became very Good friend."

Xie Zhao had little interest in this book at first, but Fu Ling refused to let him read it, so he felt rebellious. He must read how this person and ghost became friends in the book.

He leaned over, trying to snatch the book from Fu Ling's hand: "Give me back the book, I'll take a look."

Fu Ling's expression became even more unnatural when he thought of the words he had just glanced at.

When Xie Zhao wanted to lean over, he supported his body with one hand and leaned back, holding the scripture book high with the other: "Xie Zhao, there is nothing to look at."

What kind of book is it?

His attitude made Xie Zhao's curiosity grow stronger: "This is my book, return it to me."

Xie Zhao stretched out his hand to snatch the script from Fu Ling's hand. Seeing that his fingertips were about to touch the cover of the script, he was overjoyed, but it was a pity that Fu Ling moved his hand back again the next second, and Xie Zhao could only watch helplessly. Watching the book get farther and farther away from him.

He tried his best to grab the script, but he didn't realize that his body was getting closer to Fu Ling.The script moved away again, and Xie Zhao's left hand under his body became sore and weak for a moment, so the whole person lost his support in an instant and fell down suddenly.

A humming sounded.

Xie Zhao smashed on Fu Ling's chest.

Even Fu Ling didn't expect his fall, and he fell down on the wooden floor at that moment.

Before he had time to feel the pain in his chest, Fu Ling lowered his head subconsciously, and the words that were meant to be teased disappeared in his throat after meeting Xie Zhao's raised face.

Xie Zhao is good-looking, Fu Ling has always known this, but he didn't feel from the bottom of his heart like now that Xie Zhao is good-looking and no one can compare.

The 19-year-old boy Lang Xianya is elegant and handsome, with fair and transparent skin, and his eyes are as bright as stars.Because he stayed at home, he was lazy and didn't tie up his hair. At this moment, the hair full of black hair fell like a waterfall, and fell on Fu Ling's chest. The black hair almost blended with his black clothes.

Fu Ling came back to his senses, subconsciously avoided Xie Zhao's gaze, and Ruyu's face gradually turned red.

Hearing his muffled groan, Xie Zhao smiled embarrassedly, and quickly got up from Fu Ling.

He pulled Fu Ling up as well, seeing his face flushed with pain, he couldn't help feeling more guilty: "Your Highness, I hurt you...Sorry, I was so reckless."

Fu Ling felt that Xie Zhaogang must have hit his heart, otherwise why couldn't his heart beat at all now?

He touched his burning face, pretending to be calm: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

The wind and rain came in from the window, and the cool breath finally made the temperature on Fu Ling's face drop a little.

But it looks like I can't wait for today.

Fu Ling couldn't straighten out his chaotic thoughts, so he could only stand up and say goodbye to Xie Zhao, of course, he didn't forget to take away the words that caused trouble when he left.

Xie Zhao lay at the window, watching Fu Ling's figure disappear at the end of the yard, couldn't help but said to himself: "...as expected, I still hurt you from being hit by me." Borrow some piano scores from Pei Shaonan..."

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

As soon as Xie Zhao finished speaking, he felt a flick on his forehead.

He subconsciously covered his forehead, and saw that Pei Shaonan entered the room at some time, and sat beside him: "Master Xie, why is he thinking about my piano score all day long? Look, I caught you."

Why do everyone like to visit on rainy days?

Xie Zhao was puzzled: "Why did you come to see me on a rainy day?"

"Why, I see that Mr. Xie still has to pick a good day."

Pei Shaonan joked and asked him: "Did the Third Prince come to visit you just now?"

Seeing raindrops drifting into the house and falling on Xie Zhao's face, he was afraid that Xie Zhao would catch a cold, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the window in: "I met His Highness at the door just now, but he left in a hurry. There is still a book in his hand—what book, is it a piano score?"

"Not the sheet music."

Xie Zhao honestly told Pei Shaonan what happened today.Of course, he hated the embarrassment of falling on Fu Ling, so he concealed it.

What kind of words would make Fu Ling lose his composure?

Pei Shaonan looked at it with great interest: "Do you still remember the name of the script?"

Of course Xie Zhao still remembered.He replied: "It seems to be called "Looking for Ghosts."

When Pei Shaonan heard the title of the book, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

He narrowed his eyes and asked Xie Zhao: "You said that a small official from the Ministry of Rites asked your colleagues to bring it to you?"

Pei Shaonan looked at Xie Zhao, seeing Xie Zhao with loose hair and wearing only a coat, he suddenly felt that he understood something.His eyes fell on Xie Zhao's face for a long time, but he couldn't hold back and flicked Xie Zhao's forehead again: "Master Xie, it's really amazing."

This strange novel is quite famous in the capital recently. When Pei Shaonan went to a bookstore to buy a book, he heard some other people's comments on this book, and then he realized that the content of this strange novel is not about love between men and women. It's the goodness of Longyang.

Dayu doesn't shy away from short-sleeved men, and there are quite a few high-ranking officials in the capital who privately raise young ladies, but Pei Shaonan didn't expect that someone would actually think of Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao asked, "What happened to this script?"

Pei Shaonan knew Xie Zhao well, and knew that if he avoided talking about it, it would make Xie Zhao more curious.

So he deliberately concealed the most important content, and just said lightly to Xie Zhao: "This book contains a lot of eclectic descriptions between the bed and the bed. The person who gave you this book really has bad intentions. It's right for you to see."

Xie Zhao subconsciously thought it was something between men and women.

He was not interested in this kind of thing, and after Pei Shaonan explained to him, he also completely lost interest in the book: "Since this is the case, then I won't read it."

From an angle that Xie Zhao didn't see, the smile on Pei Shaonan's lips became a little colder.

Those little officials from the Ministry of Rituals who had some impressions flashed through his mind one by one, and he thought coldly: I don't know if it's that toad who wants to eat swan meat, he really thinks he's tired of working.