[Sword Three] Curate Tibet. Bet

In fact, Zhou Xian was right, Young Master Ye is really not used to sleeping with people, and the environment of this inn is also average, the hard wooden bed feels like sleeping on a stone, the quilt is cold, and there is some moisture , making people feel uncomfortable.

He sat on the head of the bed with his arms folded with a serious face, Zhou Xian took a hot bath behind the screen, and came out with his upper body naked and a towel around his neck.

Ye Zhiming looked up at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and whistled a little.

I didn't expect this child to have flesh on his body, Ye Zhiming thought so.

Zhou Xian usually wears patched coarse cloth clothes, looks like thin arms and legs, carrying a pistol that is taller than others, it always feels a little funny, now that he takes off his clothes and looks at it——

The black hair hanging on the shoulders was as pure as ink after being wet, and there were muscles on the arms and abdomen.Zhou Xian has been exposed to the sun and rain all year round. Unlike the smooth and slippery Young Master Ye, his complexion is darker than his body, while his skin that has not been exposed to the sun for a long time is a healthy wheat color. The rudimentary form of a martial artist, vaguely revealing the sense of strength of a young man, and there are shallow scratches on the shoulders and backs, which cannot be found unless you look carefully.

Ye Zhiming snorted curiously, "How did you get the injury?"

He leaned over to look, touched his chin and guessed, "It looks like it was whipped..."

Zhou Xian's face was a bit embarrassed, although he was used to taking a bath with his brothers and sisters, who hasn't seen anyone?But facing Ye Zhiming, he felt a little nervous for no reason, and couldn't help but tightly grasped the towel with his fingers.

"...It happened a few years ago." Zhou Xian grabbed the clothes on the side, put them on in a hurry, and said without raising his eyes, "It's your turn to do the laundry."

Ye Zhiming glanced at him, seeing that he didn't want to talk, naturally he didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked out.

Zhou Xian froze for a moment, "What are you doing?"

"Ask Xiao Er to change the water."

Zhou Xian: "..." The panic in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he muttered angrily, "Tsk, young master..."

In fact, Zhou Xian seriously wronged Ye Zhiming this time. Ye Zhiming had never shared a bed with anyone, and there was never a shortage of food for him in the villa. Didn't know it could be shared.

Ye Zhiming didn't know, but Zhou Xian was very clear. In summer, they bathed in the river. In winter, they took turns to wash each other when there was hot water. It's not a big deal.

A person as lavish as Ye Zhiming, who has to pour out the water after just one use and replace it with a new one, in Zhou Xian's eyes, isn't he just a young master who doesn't know what to do.

Xiao Er hastily changed the hot water and charged an additional fee, but Ye Zhiming didn't care, he was actually a little absent-minded, and when he closed the door, he deliberately glanced at the next room that had been closed tightly.

Zhou Xian sat at the table with bare feet, seeing him sneaking around, couldn't help but twitched his brows, "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Zhiming shook his head, and he let out a long sigh after a long time, which surprised Zhou Xian.

"What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable? Or something happened?"

Ye Zhiming waved his hand, with a "don't ask too much" expression on his face, and walked behind the screen, while reaching out to take off his clothes one by one.

Ye Zhiming's clothes are naturally made of high-quality materials. The silk surface of the outer robe is smooth and cool, and the sleeves and hem are all sewn with gold thread.

The inside is a white gown, and the trouser legs are wrapped with white straps from the calf, which outlines the slender and powerful legs. Even the boots on his feet are made of gold thread. The pair of hard board shoes is really the difference between heaven and earth.

It's just that Zhou Xian's mind is a little crooked at this moment, he just looked at the clothes at first, and then his eyes fell on the gradually naked Young Master Ye.

His fair and smooth skin was surrounded by flabbergasted muscles. He lowered his head slightly, revealing a long neck, and reached out to take off the hair band. The black hair immediately fell down, covering his straight back with a vaguely sexual feeling. .

Zhou Xian's gaze spread down his back, and his eyes fell on the upturned buttocks. He couldn't help but move his throat, and his heart beat a little faster.

It's a pity that Ye Zhiming turned behind the screen afterwards, and his trousers were hung on the screen after a while.

Zhou Xian felt an inexplicable sense of loss. He sat at the table for a long time, and began to realize that he was a little abnormal.

The sound of water splashed, and Ye Zhiming's voice muffled behind the screen: "Life... the love of children... oh..."

Zhou Xian was puzzled by the incongruous words. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you have... something on your mind?"

Ye Zhiming stopped talking, and the two of them quieted down amidst the sound of water. When Zhou Xian felt a little sleepy, Ye Zhiming suddenly said, "Hey wooden boy, do you have someone you like?"

Zhou Xian: "..." Who is the wooden boy?

Zhou Xian: "General Li Min, and my master."

"You have a master?" Ye Zhiming was a little surprised.

"Yes." Zhou Xian paused, "But after he passed away, I only served as his apprentice for a year and a half."

Ye Zhiming paused, patted his fingers on the water surface, "That's it... But I didn't mean this kind of liking, I mean, the kind of liking between men and women, don't you have a little girl you like? "

It was probably the first time someone asked this kind of question, and the age difference between them was not too big, Zhou Xian blushed.

"No, no." Mr. Zhou Xian said, "A man is a man. How can we talk about our children's personal affairs when our family and country are not settled."

"Tsk." Ye Zhiming stood up, wiped off the water droplets on his body, put on a clean robe and walked out, "You say you are a log... Oh forget it, I am tired of saying this myself."

Ye Zhiming wiped his hair with a handkerchief, and the water stains dragged all over the floor. Zhou Xian asked Xiaoer to clean up the bucket. Ye Zhiming sat cross-legged by the window and said, "You will know when you meet someone you like. What kind of family is that?" Whether it is a country or not, it is all floating clouds.”

Zhou Xian frowned suddenly, "Nonsense! How can a family and a country be inferior to the love of children, just because the Tang Dynasty has talents like you, the country will not rule the country!"

Ye Zhiming was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhou Xian, thought for a long time and suddenly smiled: "That's right... Maybe so."

Ye Zhiming: "Nowadays there are very few people who are as serious as you."

Ye Zhiming was rarely serious, and gently twirled his fingers around the end of his hair, muttering: "The goal of fighting for the country is too big, so big that people can't tell the direction, but it is much easier if it is for the family."

Zhou Xian seemed to understand, "I don't have a home."

Ye Zhiming put the handkerchief on the window frame, walked up to Zhou Xian, and tapped his chest with his fingers, "People's hearts are easy to be confused. Compared with the country, it is easier to get motivation by protecting the people you want to protect."

Zhou Xian remained silent, and said after a while: "I just want to do what I have to do."

"You want to make meritorious service." Ye Zhiming smiled, "Go to the front to kill the enemy and let others know that you have this ability. You are not a child anymore. You can protect others as well as yourself. What are you in a hurry for?"

Zhou Xian paused, he seemed to have never thought about why he wanted to enter the sky strategy, why he wanted to kill the enemy, he was actually asked at this moment.

"Everyone must have a motive hidden in their heart, which is your original source of motivation." Ye Zhiming said, "For example, Xia Yu, do you know why he doesn't stay in Wanhua Valley, but travels around?"

Zhou Xian shook his head blankly.

"because of him……"

Before the words were finished, a strange sound suddenly came from outside the open window.

Ye Zhiming's face froze, Zhou Xian turned his head to look curiously, "What's the sound?"

Seeing that Zhou Xian was about to walk towards the window, Ye Zhiming grabbed him.

"Me, me, let's go to bed!"

He closed the window first, dragged Zhou Xian and threw him into the bed, and then the whole person squeezed past him.

Zhou Xian: "..."

A pleasant fragrance emanated from Ye Zhiming's body, what happened so suddenly, Zhou Xian was a little dazed.

Ye Zhiming: "Sleep, good boy."

Zhou Xian: "...You, you haven't finished your sentence yet." Zhou Xian tried his best to calm down, but his body became stiff like a stick, staring straight at the top of the bed, "What's wrong with Xia Yu?"

Ye Zhiming snorted, "I suddenly realized that it's impolite to casually talk about other people's affairs, you... you'd better ask him yourself in the future."

Zhou Xian nodded, "Oh."

With a wave of Ye Zhiming's hand, the candles beside the bed and on the table were extinguished.

The room suddenly fell silent, but Ye Zhiming and Zhou Xian actually had their eyes wide open, not feeling sleepy.

Zhou Xian froze for a moment, and finally couldn't help turning over, he pulled the quilt on his body, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he vaguely saw the outline of Ye Zhiming.

With a high nose bridge and bangs quietly covering his forehead, Ye Zhiming opened his eyes, and through the moonlight outside the window, he could vaguely see the fine eyelashes slightly curled up. Zhou Xian is used to the rough men sleeping beside him, sometimes He may even be awakened by the thunderous cries of others, and then turn over in a daze and continue to sleep.

This was suddenly replaced by a quiet young man, with an unfamiliar but yet intimate aura all over his body, Zhou Xian suddenly thought: Maybe he is the one who is not used to sharing a bed with others.

Ye Zhiming was stunned for a while, then noticed someone turned his head, "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Xian almost blurted out "you", but he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue, and asked, "Hangjian Villa...uh...I mean, I want to visit Hidden Sword Villa if I have a chance."

"Okay, welcome anytime." Ye Zhiming had no doubts about him, put his hands behind his head and said, "I can also take you around Xiufang, the sisters in Xiufang are very gentle, of course there are also fierce ones... ..."

Ye Zhiming seemed to think of someone, and shivered, "The scenery of the West Lake is amazing, have you heard of Hedonggan and grapes? That is the royal tribute wine. In the whole Tang Dynasty, except for the palace, only our villa can drink it. Got it!"

"Wine?" Zhou Xian was taken aback when he heard it, "I've heard that it's made by barbarians...is it good?"

"It's delicious." Ye Zhiming thought for a while, "I only tasted a little bit, and the owner won't let me drink more."

Zhou Xian pursed his lips, and asked after a while: "You...why did you enter the Hidden Sword Villa?"

Ye Zhiming raised his eyebrows, "Hehe, are you asking about me?"

Zhou Xian was a little embarrassed, so he didn't look away, "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

"Hmm..." Ye Zhiming thought for a while, "It's not a secret, it's okay to say it."

Before the words fell, a sudden movement came from the next door, and a voice sounded faintly.

"Well... don't..."

"pain……"

Ye Zhiming: "..."

Zhou Xian: "???"