Shaodi Chunxin

"Master Pu is gone." Chen Jing came back and said, "It was Fang Bingbi who sent him into the sedan chair."

When he came back, he brought a magnetic cup in his hand, and when he opened it, there was a bowl of warm meat porridge inside: "My ancestor used some porridge. I saw that you didn't eat much just now. So I went to ask Fang Bingbi for some. Come get some hot food."

"Okay." Fu Yuanqing sat in the wing room and nodded.

"Shall we go back?" Chen Jing asked.

Fu Yuanqing looked at him, smiled, and said, "Come here."

Chen Jing walked to his side, the ancestor held Chen Jing's hand, and gently pressed his cheek on the back of his hand.Chen Jing's skin was hot, warming the cold side of the ancestor's face.

Chen Jing trembled slightly, and his breathing became short of breath: "Old ancestor."

"Thank you for your hard work." Fu Yuanqing said in a low voice, "There is nothing left and right, and the night is getting dark. Let's... let's rest here. When I was in charge of the East Factory, I often settled here for convenience."

"Okay. Listen to the old ancestors."

He shared some porridge with Chen Jing.

Facing the table full of wine and food, the two shared a bowl of porridge.

Fu Yuanqing poured wine for Chen Jing again, and asked him, "Can you drink?"

Picking up the half cup in front of him again, Fu Yuanqing said, "Chen Jing, would you like to drink with me?"

Chen Jing didn't answer, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

Fu Yuanqing laughed, and said with some emotion: "I used to love to drink, but I haven't drunk it for a long time. I'm afraid of delaying the business, and there is no one to drink."

"Isn't Mr. Pu a person who treats wine?"

"...He is different from Qing." Fu Yuanqing whispered.

After saying this, Fu Yuanqing squeezed the thin porcelain cup in front of him and drank half of it slowly.After drinking, his cheeks turned red, his eyes became brighter, and he stared at Chen Jing.

He really complied with his own words, he hadn't drank alcohol for a long time.

He poured wine for the two of them again, when he poured Chen Jing's glass, his hand was still steady, but when he poured it for himself, most of the wine had already been scattered.Chen Jing held his hand helplessly, and added more wine for him: "The old ancestor didn't drink very much, and drinking alcohol hurts his health. It's better to use up the porridge."

"Okay." Although Fu Yuanqing agreed, he finished the wine in his hand again.

This time his eyes were brighter.

"Ancestor..."

"Chen Jing, I'm very happy." Fu Yuanqing said, "You don't have to worry. I just haven't had a drink for a long time, and I'm just a little bit overwhelmed...Since the Fu family had an accident, Jing Xian is the most distant from me. I know he hates me less Literally, flattering the emperor, living humbly... I don't blame him. But I never thought that one day, he would sit behind the same table with me like this and say some peaceful words to me. "

He looked up at the sky and laughed.

"Teacher fulfilled me. Jing Xian no longer blames me. You are by my side... At this moment, I, Fu Yuanqing, can still live like this. God treats me well... How lucky am I?"

Fu Yuanqing drank a few cups and stood up unsteadily.

Chen Jing hurriedly supported him: "Old ancestor, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Fu Yuanqing said stubbornly, "Where is my sword?"

"sword?"

"My saber." Fu Yuanqing touched his waist and said blankly, "Where did you go, blowing the plum sword?"

The name of the sword is Chuimei, and it is the favorite of the second son of the Fu family.Crafted by craftsmen from Longquan, it is sharp and sharp.The scabbard is inlaid with rubies, like plum blossoms falling.

"Chen Jing..." The old ancestor was drunk, and said somewhat disappointedly, "My blowing plum sword is gone."

Dyeing the willows is thick with smoke, blowing the plum flute to resent, you know how much spring is.

Come to call, sweet car BMW, thank him for drinking, friends and poets.

——How noisy was the prosperity in the past, and how sad is the joy now.What kind of ups and downs and trials are needed to make the chic and reckless young man so gentle as jade.

He didn't feel sorry for himself.

But just listening to the few words he occasionally said about those days when there were many cars and horses in the past made people feel distressed.

Chen Jing held his hand tightly, and said after a while: "Chuimei is gone, but Chen Jing is still there. I would like to be the ancestor's sword."

Fu Yuanqing smiled: "Okay, okay!"

He looked left and right, found the saber hanging on the wall, grasped it with both hands, and pulled it out forcefully.He had been pinched, his phalanx was broken, he barely exerted any effort, the sword was about to fall from his hand, but Chen Jing had reached out from behind him, holding his ancestor's right hand and the sword together.

"I want to make a singing and dancing sword. As a palace man, can he sing? Can he dance?" Fu Yuanqing asked.

"Yes." Chen Jing firmly held his hand, "Chen Jing will accompany you whatever the ancestor wants to do."

Fu Yuanqing was in Chen Jing's arms, looked up and looked back, only saw half of Chen Jing's cheek exposed outside the mask, smiled, picked up the wine pot with his left hand, and raised his head to drain it.This time the spirit of wine really came up.

Chen Jing firmly held his wrist so that he would no longer feel the sharp pain when holding the sword.

Fu Yuanqing was in a daze, he seemed to hold his own plum blowing sword, and even let himself cherish it more than blowing plum blossoms.

The hot alcohol burned not only his throat, but also 13 years...

"Chen Jing, please dance with me. Please listen to my song."

With the sword in hand, Fu Yuanqing raised his hand and raised the sword, with the intention of the sword in his heart, but the light of the sword flashed between the waterside pavilions, and the song also played.

——When a man lives in the world, he makes a name for himself, and when the name is established, he becomes king.Wang Yecheng is here, and the world is clear.The four seas are clear, and the world is peaceful.The world is at peace, I will be drunk, I will be drunk, and I will dance to the frost.

Dancing swords and composing songs is what Shilin called it. Let Fu Yuanqing do it, adding a bit of immortality and phoenix.

The pride is stirring, and the heart is clouded.

The young man from the past seems to be back at this moment.

Dance to the end.

Fu Yuanqing turned around and took off Chen Jing's mask.

"Chen Jing, I am very happy today."

"I know."

He looked at the young man carefully, with undisguised friendship in his eyes: "Chen Jing, I'm drunk."

"Yes, the ancestor is drunk." Chen Jing whispered.

Fu Yuanqing raised his hand to hook his neck, kissed Chen Jing's lips, and acted recklessly under the cover of alcohol.The sword that had just been held in the hands of the two fell to the ground with a bang, and no one paid attention.

The two hugged tightly.

Kissing passionately, the friendship buried in the bottom of my heart does not need to be covered up at this moment, it rushes out like a lava eruption.

They turned from the waterside pavilion to the warm pavilion at the back. The pavilion was already tidy and fragrant, and the couch was soft and pillowy, ready to fit.Fu Yuanqing kissed Chen Jing and led him to the couch.

He bowed to take off his boots, like treating an emperor, Chen Jing was startled, and supported Fu Yuanqing: "Old ancestor, you don't have to do this."

Fu Yuanqing asked him: "Chen Jing, do you like me?"

"I like it." Chen Jing affirmed.

Standing in front of the couch, Fu Yuanqing slowly loosened the palace belt around her waist, and removed each piece of clothing until there was nothing left.He has fair skin and a slender body, and now it seems that there is no trace of fat.

He should be a little shy, but the alcohol made him move forward boldly.

He lowered his head and untied his hair, which fell down, slightly covering his incomplete parts.

"I... am not healthy." Fu Yuanqing said, "Do you still like this?"

"I love it." Chen Jing said again.

Under Chen Jing's gaze, Fu Yuanqing's whole body turned pink. He lowered his eyes and said, "I, I sometimes have delusions. If I could meet you, when I was the second son of the Fu family, when I just When I was in Tanhua, I was able to meet you as a serious son, so I think I wouldn’t be so embarrassed. But then I remembered, if I hadn’t been registered in the palace, how could I have met you..."

"Old ancestor, I..."

"I boast that even though I am a palace official, I still have some persistence—even if I am ridiculed by others, I still have the righteousness of a gentleman and abide by the principles of Confucius and Mencius." Fu Yuanqing said, "The first time I saw you in Tingtaoju, I should let Fang Jing I will spare you the death penalty, give you money, let you go out of the palace, and in the future you will also be able to find the person you love and marry them. All kinds of things with Qing are all because of my own selfishness, so I let you go into the abyss with me. "

He slowly raised his eyebrows, looked at Chen Jing gently, and asked, "Do you still like such a dark-minded person?"

"I love my ancestors to the core." Chen Jing said, "If the ancestors have doubts, they can learn from their chests."

"it is good."

Fu Yuanqing knelt in front of Chen Jing, looked up at him and said, "In the past, you served me with your body. Since you said so, today... let me return all the past to you. I am a palace man, and it is my job to serve the master. .But never before have I been so willing."

"Grandfather, you—"

"Don't move." Fu Yuanqing took off Chen Jing's boots, untied the leather belt for him, slowly crawled between Chen Jing's legs, looked up at him, and said softly, "Let me serve you."