Basheng Ganzhou

Chuxiu was drowsy.

The summer wind blows in through the window, bringing the fragrance of herbs.

Wan Qicheng kissed him lightly on the lips, and said, "Chuxiu, go to sleep."

Chuxiu didn't answer him, she closed her eyes quietly and didn't move.

At noon, a large group of dragonflies came to the courtyard, flying up and down, as if it was going to rain.

Chuxiu tried to assassinate again.

Wan Tengcheng confiscated the wooden hairpin that he secretly hid, and said to him, "It's only a moment of bitterness. You drink the medicine and have candied fruit to eat."

Chuxiu ignored him, holding the storybook, reading with the light of the sky leaking from the cloud outside the window.

Wan Chengcheng: "Do you want to drink?"

Chuxiu covered her ears with her hands.

Wan Tengcheng picked up the medicine bowl, took a sip by himself, trapped Chuxiu in his arms, squeezed his chin, and crossed in.

Chuxiu is not afraid of the pain of medicine. Although she has lost her memory, the instincts she has cultivated since she was a child have not changed.

He frowned tightly, pushed Wan Qicheng away with a look of extreme disgust, picked up the medicine bowl, and drank it down in one gulp.

Wan Qicheng took the candied fruit and fed it to his lips, Chuxiu looked away.

His eyes darkened, he ate the candied fruit by himself, got up, and said: "I have military affairs today, I have to come back later, you should eat raw and go to bed early."

Chuxiu ignored him.

The lamp was lit in the room, and the boy was lying on the bed, still reading a book.

With relish, Da'an was a little curious about what was said in the book.

It's past midnight, and it's been raining heavily outside for half the night.

The general has not returned yet.

Da'an thought he was waiting for the general, but just as he had this idea, he saw the young man blow out the lamp.

The heavy rain has no intention of stopping, it clacks and falls on the tiles of the roof, gathers water to flow down the eaves, and hits the porch again, only the sound of rain can be heard in the ears, other than that, everything is quiet.

Chuxiu stared wide-eyed at the void, and after an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden noise in the courtyard.

Suspecting that he had heard it wrong, he tilted his ears slightly, and heard the footsteps approaching, and when he reached the door, there was a slight conversation.

The new crow called out respectfully: "General."

Wan Chengting said in a low voice, "Did he sleep well?"

"When I read the script and saw the book, I just fell asleep for an hour."

Wan Qicheng responded.

The sound of footsteps approaching from the outside was deliberately soft.

Chuxiu quickly closed her eyes.

When the man walked to the bed, Chuxiu could feel his eyes staring at her with a strong sense of presence in the dark. After a long time, Wan Qicheng let out a breath, and seemed to finally relax.

With the sound of cloth rubbing, Wan Qicheng was taking off his clothes.

Chuxiu's nose moved slightly, and he smelled a faint smell of blood.

Then, the quilt was lifted, and the man lay down beside him.

In the dark night, the man said in a slightly aggrieved voice, "Chuxiu, I'm hurt."

Chuxiu pursed her lips, seriously pretending to be asleep.

Wan Tengcheng didn't know that he was awake, so he hugged him gently into his arms sideways, and said in a low voice, "Chuxiu, you love me."

Chuxiu: "..."

He should have had a good relationship with Wan Chengcheng before, because he seemed to have known this sentence before. When he heard him say this sentence, his heart felt inexplicably sour, and then tears rolled down his cheeks.

Even though he didn't know why he was crying.

With his eyes closed, he was finally sleepy and fell asleep in Wan Chengzheng's arms.

On the second day, the rain was much lighter and turned into a drizzle.

The vat lotus that Wan Chengzheng made in the yard was wilting and dying due to unacceptable water and soil, but after the rain, it branched strangely, and flower buds sprouted.

Birds landed on the branches to comb their feathers, chirping, and a dragonfly landed on the tip of the little lotus, shaking its clear wings.

After Chuxiu drank the medicine, her hands and feet were not so hot in the past two days, and she didn't eat cold anymore.

He likes rainy days, especially in midsummer, when the rain is refreshing.

Sitting on the porch holding a bowl, three or five little maids squatting next to them kowtow melon seeds.

He didn't take a bite of the healthy chicken soup made in the kitchen, but he ate a lot of the crispy stewed chicken.

While eating, he told a few little maids about the book he had just read.

Another cicada came from the yard, its screaming sharp and ear-piercing, a black shadow flashed by, and the cicada closed its mouth just halfway through its singing.

When Wan Qicheng stepped into the yard, several little girls hurriedly got up and scattered like birds and beasts.

Chuxiu wiped her hands, got up, and walked into the house.

Wan Chengcheng followed into the house, put the food box in his hand on the table, and said: "A new dessert shop opened, and the shopkeeper is from Xiyue. I tasted the style you liked before, so I bought it." point."

Chuxiu glanced at the food box, sat down on the bench and studied the chess game without saying a word.

Wan Qicheng picked up his lips, took out the snack, and put it in Chuxiu's hand.

He watched the mess he was making with himself, and he didn't talk too much, just watched him play quietly.

He can always look at Chuxiu for a long time, no matter what he does, as long as it is within his sight, he is content.

In the long summer, the rain in Geleshan is lingering.

Chuxiu ate two pieces of snacks and began to feel sleepy again.

This is Chuxiu's habit.

He got along with him not too much, just a round of four seasons.

I know that he is the most lethargic in summer, and sometimes he falls asleep while eating.

At first he thought that Chuxiu was suffering from some kind of illness, but after asking, he found out that Chuxiu felt that summer was the season for sleeping.

He said that it is a blessing to be able to sleep enough for a long summer.

He said so many nonsense because he was lazy.

But he is blessed with laziness, has a clean heart, and always sleeps soundly.

He hugged Shixiu and put him on the bed.

Leaning over, sticking to his lips, said softly: "You haven't said a word to me today."

Chuxiu closed her eyes and said in a daze, "Wan Qicheng, I'm going to kill you."

Wan Chengcheng chuckled lightly, and said, "Okay, take a nap, and wait for you to kill me when you wake up."

Chuxiu didn't want to kill him.

Wan Qicheng knows.

Although since he woke up, he hated himself so much that he gritted his teeth with hatred, all kinds of assassinations emerged one after another, and the most serious injury he had ever suffered was just a cut by a short blade last time, but Chuxiu was injured even more seriously, cutting off his palm opened.

He was very happy that Chuxiu was able to torment him so hard, because if he didn't want to kill himself, he would hardly think of looking for him.

There was a commotion outside the courtyard, and the guard's subordinate came to report, but before he could speak, Wan Chengcheng gave him a cold look.

The subordinate's heart shuddered, and only then did he notice that the young master had fallen asleep.

Wan Qicheng got up and went out of the house before asking, "What's the matter?"

The subordinate hurriedly said: "The side concubine is here."

Its wooden lattice.

Wan Chengcheng's eyes flashed darkly, and he said, "Who let her into this yard?"

Cold sweat broke out on the subordinate's back, no one let her in, and no one dared to stop her.

The chaos outside the courtyard grew louder, Wan Qicheng stood on the porch with his hands behind his back, and said, "Da'an."

Da'an appeared quietly, waiting for orders.

Wan Chengcheng looked at the messy herbs that had been beaten by the rain, and said, "Throw it out."

After a pause, he said, "If you barge in again, you will be killed directly."

The general will not know how many troubles he will face in killing Qimuge.

Da'an narrowed his eyes and said, "Yes."

Da'an turned around and walked out of the courtyard gate, the woman's sharp curse sounded, and then disappeared immediately.

A little girl passed by the corridor, was startled by the general's evil spirit, and was about to slip away when she was suddenly stopped.

She listened to the order in fear, and heard the general say: "The herbs are down, he will feel distressed when he sees them, you take someone to help them up."

To say how much the general dotes on the young master, everyone in this courtyard can see it.

To say how ruthless the young master is to the general, it would be an understatement to be cold-eyed.

The girls picked up the herbs lightly in the drizzle. A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl was very puzzled, and asked the older one in a low voice: "On weekdays, the young master uses the grass in the yard to feed the little lambs. I didn't see him frowning, where did the general see that he was distressed?"

The older one didn't understand, and asked the older one: "Young master, why haven't you seen the little lamb recently?"

The big girl Hongguo signaled them to shut up, and said mysteriously, "Don't say anything."

All the girls looked at her adoringly.

She lowered her head and continued to help the grass, thinking: How do I know?

Chuxiu's little lamb was accidentally fed poisonous weeds by Chuxiu some time ago, Wan Qicheng sent it to the doctor, and finally saved his life.

When Chuxiu woke up, her body was soft from sleep, and when she heard the sound of "baa-baa" in the courtyard, she quickly put on her shoes and ran out to have a look.

The lamb was not big in stature, with snow-white body, curly hair, two hard bulges on its head, and horns that hadn't grown yet. Standing in the lush green courtyard, it seemed like a cloud in the sky accidentally dropped a cloud. down.

It was grazing in the yard leisurely, its pink and tender nose was watery, when it saw Chuxiu, it let out a happy "baa", its two front hooves bounced together, its hind hoofs followed, and it looked towards him like a rabbit. Jumped over.

Chuxiu squatted down to pick it up, and the clean lamb rubbed against Chuxiu's face intimately.

Chuxiu didn't see it for a few days, and missed it very much, so he pulled out a grass and fed it. The lamb took a look at the grass and refused to open his mouth.

Chuxiu was a little puzzled, so he fed it a different way, and this time it ate it.

Chuxiu picked it up and taught it a lesson: "Don't be picky eaters."

Da'an watched in the dark, very speechless.

I don't know how many times I have received famous doctors in the hall of Wanqicheng's main hall.

Whether it is an idle doctor in the world or an imperial doctor in the Han Palace, he treats them equally and treats them with good courtesy.

But every time I read this disease, I would shake my head vigorously in nine out of ten cases, and the one who didn't shake his head must mention a name: Mr. Yun Juan.

Wan Qicheng knew this name, and he was very familiar with it.

Only Mr. Yun Juan can see Mr. Yun Juan's illness.

Disappointed again, he drove the group of doctors out, and went back to his residence upset. When he entered the courtyard, he saw Chuxiu grooming a sheep.

The lamb enjoyed it very much, and stood beside Chuxiu comfortably, rubbing his little nose against him from time to time.

Wan Chengcheng walked over, but the lamb was afraid of him and ran away.

Chuxiu glared at him, thinking that he was annoying to people and sheep.

Just now, the hope was once again in vain, Wan Chengzhen was in a bad mood, and he didn't tease him as much as usual. He just sat quietly on the rocking chair next to him and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipating.

Chuxiu frowned, kicked his calf hard, walked around him and wanted to go into the house.

Unexpectedly, someone tripped over his feet suddenly, his body tilted, and he fell into Wan Chengcheng's arms.

Chuxiu wanted to struggle, but suddenly remembered that he said he was injured last night, but he didn't know where it was.

He didn't move, frowned, and said in a muffled voice: "Let me go."

Wan Qizhen was a little tired, he held Chuxiu in his arms, inserted his fingers into his black hair, and smoothed it slowly.

Seeing that he was silent, Chuxiu said coldly: "Don't come to me to make faces."

"..."

Wan Tengcheng hugged him up, and kissed his lips before the boy could sneer again.

No one was left in the yard, only a little lamb was grazing leisurely.

"Um……"

Chuxiu supported his chest, and he licked the palate, and could not help but hum softly.

Wan Chengcheng couldn't help kissing deeply.

Chuxiu wanted to spit out the tongue that didn't belong to him, entangled it, body fluid flowed from his lips, his heart was beating in panic, and his ears were red.

In the courtyard, dragonflies danced up and down, and the sunlight fell down. Chu Yan's eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes, and looked up at the sky.

Wan Chengcheng let go of his lips and tongue, pressed his face lightly against his, looked at the sky together with him, and said coaxingly, "It's dawn."

A rainbow appeared in the sky, a long one, like an arch bridge.

The little lamb in the yard was playing with a grasshopper. He tilted his head quietly to look at it. His two front hooves were raised high, and then they fell down quickly, jumping up and down, very cute.

The scent of green grass was tangy, Chuxiu sniffed it lightly, and said inexplicably, "It's Qingdai."

Wan Tengzhen was startled, and then a turbulent sea broke out in his heart. He hugged Chuxiu tightly, stared into his eyes, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Chuxiu, what are you talking about?"

Chuxiu looked at him blankly, as if she didn't know what she said at all.

Wan Chengcheng looked at his face carefully, and asked again cautiously: "Chuxiu, did you just say Qingdai?"

Chuxiu said "Oh" and said nothing.

With emptiness in his eyes, he pushed Wan Qicheng away, took two stumbling steps, and entered the room.

Wan Chengzheng followed him to the bedside, and saw him laying down on the bed obediently, his eyes were not half bright, as if there was only a shell left.

Feeling flustered for no reason, Wan Qicheng knelt down beside the bed and called him softly, "Chuxiu."

Chuxiu said two more words: "A Cheng."

Wan Qicheng was booked in place.

His heart seemed to be breaking down, the overwhelming sourness made him breathless, he stroked Chuxiu's cheek, and replied whether he wanted to cry, "I'm here, I'm here."

Chuxiu's eyes were empty, his eyes reflected his appearance, but he didn't see him.

He said blankly: "Ah Cheng, I feel a little sad, as if there is a place that traps me."

Wan Chengting felt his heart being tightly squeezed by both hands, he listened with bated breath, and asked, "Where is it, I'll take you out."

Chuxiu said, "I don't know."

Chuxiu was ill, and Wan Qicheng discovered it.

He opened his eyes, but he couldn't hear anyone talking, and he didn't speak himself.

He just stared blankly at the void, motionless.

Wan Tengcheng called the best doctor in Geleshan to see him, and called many doctors to line up to see him. Everyone seemed to have a unified caliber, saying that it was a disease in the head, the doctor not good.

Wan Qizheng stood by Chuxiu's side and remained silent for a long time, and the servants who came and went did not dare to make a sound.

"They all say you have no cure." Wan Chengcheng took off his boots, lay down beside him, looked at him sideways, and said softly, "But I don't believe it."

He said: "Do you still remember, when we met that gray-haired woman on Tianshan Mountain, she also said that you couldn't cure me and refused to give you medicine, but I recovered."