Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

But I just want to think about it, Qingyuan sighed slightly in his heart, gathered the copper coins in his hand and handed them to Jingchen, "Take it well, don't throw it away." Jingchen seems to like these things very much, and usually wipes the floor Clean and put it in a safe place.

Jingchen put them away again, and then patted them lightly with her hands after putting them together one by one. She lowered her eyes and eyelashes to cover her eyelids, pursed her lips lightly, and looked stubborn and serious.

Qingyuan moved his fingers, inexplicably wanting to poke Jingchen's cheek, even wanting to mess up the things he put away properly, to see him tidy them up again seriously.

He looked away slowly, and condemned himself in his heart, "Where's the Queen Mother?" It sounded imperceptibly cold, like rain falling from the eaves, transparent and slightly cool.

Jingchen stretched out his finger and pointed to the east, "In the innermost room." This place is already close to Yanyun, and the surrounding buildings are not as prosperous as in Beijing, and they are more simple and heavy.

Qingyuan stood up, with the winter sun on his body, but deep shadows in his eyes, "I'll go see the Queen Mother, you stay in the room and have a good rest."

Jing Chen nodded, now that he is fine, he seems to have put his heart back into his stomach, the tight strings are slightly relaxed, and those tired and drowsy feelings emerge like a tide.

He watched Qingyuan leave, and then lay on the bed by himself, pulled down the bed curtain to block out the light outside, closed his eyes and fell asleep in a dark and sweet sleep.

When he woke up, it was already the setting sun, and the unmelted snow outside was coated with a layer of golden yellow, like a layer of warm yellow snow. He went out and saw Qingyuan in the courtyard.

The blue-black stone bench was covered with fluffy cushions, and the afterglow fell on his face. His handsome face was calm and gentle, and the black hair was flying gently at the back of his head, giving him a sense of leisure.

Seeing Jingchen coming out, Qingyuan beckoned, "Go eat something later, stay here for a day tonight, and we will return to Beijing tomorrow."

It's been a long time since I left the capital, and the two people in the palace were already anxious.

Jingchen saw that his expression was normal, he leaned over and sat next to Qingyuan, and asked with his chin in his hand, "Has the queen mother left?" It won't be like this.

There is an apricot tree planted in the courtyard, with thick branches and dense branches. In this season of no flowers and no leaves, it is bare and grows tough and savagely.

There was no extra emotion in Qingyuan's eyes, he just kept looking at Xingshu, "She has gone back to the Buddhist temple." Probably she will rarely come out again in the future.

The queen mother is a strong and excellent woman who grew up tenaciously in the wind and rain. Qingyuan admired her reason and courage, but people's hearts are always biased, and it is impossible for him to face the queen mother without any grudges.

The Empress Dowager had glimpsed a few words from him, and she opened her mouth to leave almost when she was going to Qingyuan. The hem of her cloak shook slightly, her brows were calm, her hair was fixed by the heavy wooden hairpin, and not a single strand of black hair fell out.

She is a very competent queen mother.

Jingchen didn't say anything, got up and went to have dinner with Qingyuan.

It gets dark early in winter, and it gets dark after just a meal.

Jingchen squinted at Qingyuan for a while, then he reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes and licked his lips, "Qingyuan~" said slowly, "Let's sleep together tonight."

His face, which seemed to be made of ice and snow and not sticking to the dust, showed a puppy dog's expression. After thinking for a while, he added, "It's too cold for me to sleep alone."

It's freezing cold, and it's terribly cold in bed, so we should sleep together.

Qingyuan paused, "You can add more braziers to heat up the kang, and add a cotton quilt." It is indeed colder here than in the capital, and there is no harm in taking more measures to prevent cold and keep warm.

Clean dust: ...

He looked at Qingyuan's face, and found that his eyes were clear and there was no perfunctory intention, and he answered after really thinking about it.

I was at a loss for words for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Oh!" A cold sneer suddenly came from behind, He Louming stood at the door with his arms folded, the corners of his lips raised mockingly, and he looked up and down at Jingchen, "The national teacher is too frivolous." What, there is no such thing as the ceremony of His Majesty sleeping with the national teacher in the past years of Dayong, if you have this time, why not read more books on the way of being a minister, so as not to be ashamed of coming here."

These words are too impolite, Jingchen was silent for a moment, then looked at Qingyuan, his eyes were black and moist, "Qingyuan, he said that sleeping with you is shameful."

This focus is also very powerful.

He Louming's face darkened, and then he seriously suggested to Qingyuan, "Your Majesty, Dayong's national teacher may have leaked too many secrets and was punished by God and hurt his head. Why don't you let him go home early to recuperate."

Jingchen was originally close to Qingyuan, but now he took a few steps and stood beside Qingyuan, stretched out his hand to grab the hanging cuff and said, "Qingyuan, he scolded me."

He Louming's eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes swept over him coldly, the meaning in his eyes was obvious: scolding was nothing, he even wanted to kill the person in front of him.

Seeing the two of them fighting against each other, and the back and forth between you and me was like a needle point against a wheat awn, Qingyuan only felt a 'buzz' in his head, as if being pricked by a needle.

He reached out and rubbed his temples, "He Louming, don't talk, go back and rest." He raised his hand and gently pulled out his sleeves, "Master, you also go back to rest." Both of them go back, and no one is waiting it's here.

"I'm not going back." The two said in unison.

Two pairs of very similar eyes looked at Qingyuan together, it was as dark as the twilight in the sky, one eyelash fell into the eye, Jingchen stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, "I want to stay here."

Although He Louming didn't speak, the meaning revealed was obvious.What a joke, that's his Taoist companion, he has a complete memory, the person in front of him is just a soul, why fight him? !

Qingyuan turned his eyes around the two people, and then rested his elbows on the table. He thought for a while, then tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and there was a slight sound, "Well, you all stay here, I will Go out and sleep."

With their wishes fulfilled, he can also sleep peacefully, thinking this way is a surefire solution.

Seeing him get up and walk outside, Jingchen reached out and grabbed his arm, "I don't want to stay with him."

He Louming glanced at him in disgust and sneered.

He looked at the helpless Qingyuan, and suddenly took a step back, "Forget it," He Louming said, "I can leave, but Jingchen has to go too." He can't be allowed to stay here, otherwise something might happen!

Jingchen pinched Qingyuan's arm lightly, "I won't leave."

Qingyuan was silent, feeling in a trance that with two children, the five-year-old would die.

He slowly withdrew his arm, his voice was gentle but undeniable, "Jingchen, you go back too." He looked at the two spirits in front of him and said, "Tomorrow we have to go on the road again, so we should rest well tonight." Don't make a fuss, go to sleep well!

He Louming nodded, "Okay." He turned and left after saying that, without any hesitation behind his back, he left resolutely.

Jingchen watched He Louming's figure hidden in the night, and then disappeared in the courtyard as he left, as if the night had swallowed him.

He knew in his heart that Qingyuan had made up his mind, and there was no point in staying any longer, so he dawdled for a while and left.

The noisy two went out, the room finally became quiet, Qingyuan lay down after washing, he slept lightly, woke up immediately after hearing the slight movement, lifted the quilt and sat up, already had a guess in his mind.

He Louming gently opened the bed curtain, and the room was covered in darkness. After seeing the scene inside, the smile froze on his face, "You...why didn't you sleep?"

The person who was supposed to be lying on the bed sat up hugging the quilt, his messy black hair hanging down, the room was too dark, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he knew by feeling that it was definitely not a happy expression.

But the stiffness was only for a moment, He Louming went to bed as if nothing had happened, put his hands on Qingyuan's back, and encircled Qingyuan intimately, "If you can't sleep, are you waiting for me? Look, I'm here." He kissed behind the ear, his drooping eyes covered the round earlobe and traced it with the tip of his tongue.

The body temperature beside him was warm, and the breath beside his ears was hot and sultry, Qingyuan closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "He Louming!"

He Louming's face was pressed against his, and when the black hair slid past, there was a slight itchiness, and he moved slightly, "What's wrong?"

He is like a coquettish big cat, he likes to cling to people, showing a sense of intimacy from the bottom of his bones.

The depression that disturbed his sleep in the middle of the night in Qingyuan dissipated silently. He lay down slowly, vacated half of the space inside for his Taoist companion, and covered him with the quilt, "Sleep, you have You are injured, you should rest well."

It is estimated that I have been thinking about coming here since I returned to the room, and I didn't sleep at all.

He Louming was lying beside him, sleeping beside him in winter was like putting a small stove on, the most comfortable temperature was by his side, he was warm all over, and stretched out his hand towards Qingyuan with satisfaction, and reached out by himself. Fumbled around in the skirt of the shirt, and then commented, "You have a really good figure."

The abdominal muscles are tight and elastic, and the bright lines above can be clearly felt.

Qingyuan closed his eyes and pressed his hand, "Thank you, you are fine too, hurry up and sleep."

He Louming said, "Would you like to try it?" As he spoke, he grabbed Qingyuan's hand and poked it in from the hem of his clothes. He was still wrapped in gauze covered with medicine. Qingyuan was startled, and carefully withdrew his hand. hand, "He Louming, if you don't sleep like this, go back."

At night his voice was low, steady and serious, and he sounded angry.

He Louming was really afraid of his appearance, so he lay down resentfully, "Sleep sleep, sleep right away."

It fell silent again, the tip of his nose was full of the most familiar breath, the rhythm of the heartbeat of the two of them tended to be similar, they closed their eyes, and fell asleep after a while.

After having breakfast the next day, we set foot on the road back to Beijing together.

When they arrived in the capital, Qingyuan returned to the palace, and the two returned to their own houses. Everything seemed fine.

As soon as he entered the east gate of the palace, a figure threw himself into his arms, Qingyuan stepped back slightly and hugged him, Huo Yanyu wrapped his arms around Qingyuan's waist like an octopus and hugged him forcefully, his voice was full of deep yearning, "Qingyuan, I miss you so much."

Qingyuan patted him on the back gently, and said softly, "I miss you too."

He let Huo Yanyu hug him, but looked into the distance. Standing by the vermilion palace wall was a thin and gentle man with a bookish look between his drooping eyebrows and eyes. With some red after being blown by the wind, I don't know how long I stood there.

The two people's eyes met, Gu Jing was taken aback for a moment, raised his lips slightly, then turned and left.

He's fine, come back fine, that's fine.