Shaodi Chunxin

After this bright red star fell into the Big Dipper, it kept shining in the Big Dipper and never moved away.

Fang Jing was on night duty in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and Cao Banan rushed to Qin Tianjian.

Fu Yuanqing left the imperial city before the palace gate was locked. There was a curfew in Shuntian Mansion at night, but even walking in such a quiet street, he could still feel the flustered ups and downs caused by the temptation to fight.

When he arrived at the private house, the brightness of the red star hadn't diminished in the slightest.

He walked into the mansion, walked to the gate of Tingtao Residence, paused, and turned to the side courtyard where Chen Jing lived.The courtyard was deserted, and after the single narrow door was opened, the inside also looked bleak.

The fallen leaves piled up on the ground hadn't been swept away for some time, but they were left until spring.Behind a courtyard that cannot be turned away is Chen Jing's residence.

Fu Yuanqing couldn't help frowning.

Perhaps it was because Chen Jing behaved too well and had no hesitation, he neglected to ask Chen Jing's life - whether he was living well, whether he was living comfortably, whether anyone had bullied him.

The inside of the room was as deserted as the outside.

A desk was placed under the only window to the north, and next to it was a wooden bed. Fu Yuanqing walked over and sat on it. He felt that the thin cotton pads were useless, and the bed board below was painful to the bones.The plain bedding and pillows were neatly folded, but it was also a thin layer to the touch.

The house is only so big.

Chen Jing was not there.

The table was also clean, there was no sign of the Great Wilderness Jade Classic, only half a pack of fried rice and a few homework books were placed.

Nothing else.

Fu Yuanqing rolled onto the bed, leaned against the rolled up quilt, and looked at the yellowed gauze curtain above her head.A cold feeling penetrated from all around.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he awoke it was pale.

But the star was still shining in the Big Dipper that was gradually disappearing outside the window, and did not leave.

Chen Jingzheng bowed his head and kissed his cheek.

"Chen Jing..." Fu Yuanqing grabbed his sleeve and shouted vaguely.

"Well, I'm here." Chen Jing touched his forehead, lowered his head and kissed his lips, "Why did the ancestor fall asleep here, without covering himself with a quilt, his cheeks were cold, and he seemed to be sweating from a cold."

"Why...cough...how did you come back?" Fu Yuanqing was still a little hazy, and asked him after coughing twice.

"The two cart horses at home gave birth tonight, and Uncle Zhang in the backyard called me over to help." Chen Jingdao, "The process was very dangerous, but luckily the baby was born."

His whole body was hot and sweaty, as if he had just exerted his strength.

Fu Yuanqing nodded: "You have worked hard, so come up and rest."

"My body is soaked." Chen Jing said, "I'll come wash it soon."

"Then ask the people below to boil some hot water for you..."

"No, it's too late, I'll make do with it."

After he finished speaking, he took off his clothes, turned around and pushed the door out, took cold water from the water tank in the patio, and then rushed down with his head up, like this several times.

The water flowed down his vigorous body.

The incision on his left chest that was cut by himself gradually healed, and the entangled red thread on his wrist was also wet in the water and stuck to his strong and strong wrist.The light of the red star even dimmed on him.

Fu Yuanqing leaned on the quilt in the room and watched, somehow the uneasiness in his heart caused by the temptation to fight subsided, and he even became more at ease.

After Chen Jing finished washing, wiped his body and hair, and sat beside him, he held Chen Jing's hand and pressed it to his face. Chen Jing's palm was still wet and cold, so he warmed him with his cheek: " Chen Jing..."

Chen Jing hooked his chin, making him look up.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fu Yuanqing asked him.

"The old ancestor was born beautiful."

Fu Yuanqing couldn't help laughing: "I'm in my thirties, so I'm not good-looking."

Chen Jing stared at him closely, and greedily described his face: "I took Mr. Su's class and learned a line of Yuefu poem. I didn't understand it before, but I understood it when I saw my ancestor."

"What?"

"Accumulated stones are like jade, and pine trees are like green. Lang Yan is unique, and there is no other in the world."

Fu Yuanqing lowered his eyes, and he said: "Perhaps the Second Young Master Fu in those days could barely bear such a compliment. But it will definitely not be the seal of the current Supervisor of Ceremonies."

"No. The second son of Fu has the heroic appearance of the second son of Fu, and the old ancestor has the heart of the old ancestor. But whether it is the second son of Fu, the layman Xiaoxian, or the handprint of the chief inspector, it is you. In my eyes, I can see it. It's Fu Yuanqing. Fu Yuanqing is still on my mind." Chen Jing said slowly, he gently stroked Fu Yuanqing's cheek with his thumb, "There is no other person in the world who Chen Jing admires like the old ancestor... "

"If you don't dislike..." Fu Yuanqing kissed his palm, then slowly raised his head to look at him, "Call me Lanzhi, although it's just an old-fashioned name..."

Chen Jing's breathing suddenly became chaotic: "Lanzhi."

"En." Fu Yuanqing replied softly.

"Lanzhi."

"I'm here."

Chen Jing blocked his mouth, pressed him on the bed, and kissed wantonly.

……

When Chen Jing moved, the crude wooden bed made a creaking sound, and it was about to collapse in the next moment.

As long as he was violent, the bed board would shake.

Fu Yuanqing couldn't help laughing, Chen Jing cursed angrily, hugged Fu Yuanqing up in the posture of the two embracing each other, supported the wall with one hand, hooked his knees with the other, and leaned against the wall.

This time, Fu Yuanqing was the one who suffered. This movement had already made his eyes rosy, but Chen Jing didn't give him a chance to breathe.

He had no one to rely on, so he could only hug Chen Jing's neck tightly and let him tease him wantonly.

Chen Jing pulled him into his naked chest, hugged him tightly, then lowered his head to suck his lips, and hurriedly said: "You are mine."

"I belong to you." Fu Yuanqing replied tremblingly, "I belong to Chen Jing—ah..."

At this point in his words, Chen Jing was annoyed for some reason.

A few bumps.

The old ancestor was as gentle as water, and only followed Chen Jing's words.

The two are tightly entangled, cuddling like swans, their friendship is so strong that they cannot be separated.

When the sky was bright again, Fu Yuanqing woke up from the sweet dream, only feeling that he had no strength at all, and his waist didn't seem to be his own.Chen Jing didn't seem to be asleep, so he put his arms around him and asked, "Are the ancestors awake?"

Fu Yuanqing nodded, and he looked out the window.

The light of the red star dimmed a lot under the sun.

But it can be seen in the daytime that he relentlessly stayed in Dou Xin's position and never moved.

"It's probably a foregone conclusion." He said in a hoarse voice.

"Will there be any disaster?" Chen Jing asked him.

Fu Yuanqing shook his head: "The deduction of celestial phenomena is the business of Qin Tianjian, but celestial phenomena are just celestial phenomena, and they don't necessarily have any profound meaning. I'm afraid that if someone uses it, it will really lead to disaster."

He withdrew his thoughts, recalled the purpose of coming to Chen Jing's courtyard yesterday, and asked him instead: "Chen Jing, is the Great Desolation Jade Sutra with you?"

"Yes." Chen Jing replied with a normal expression, "Why did the ancestor ask this?"

"Give it to me." Fu Yuanqing said, "You can't just study it alone... I want to see it too..."

In the end, he seemed a little shy, so he stopped talking.

Chen Jing responded, got up and took out a wooden box from under the desk, and put on a thousand machine lock.He took the box to the bed, tapped the lock with his fingers nimbly a few times, and the lock was unlocked, and he took out the jade slips that Fu Yuanqing was familiar with before.

"Here." Chen Jing said.

Fu Yuanqing opened it and took a look. It was indeed the jade slip that was given to him when Baili was at the beginning.He glanced at the box, and there was a roll of bamboo slips inside, which looked a bit worn out.

Before he had time to look at it, Chen Jing had already closed the box.

There was a knock on the door, and then Fang Jing came in with a bowl of warm medicine.

"Godfather, have you drunk today's medicine?" He said with a smile.

Fu Yuanqing took the bowl of life-sustaining medicine, drank it carefully, passed the empty bowl, and heard Fang Jing ask him: "Godfather, it's dawn, are you going to the palace today?"

Fu Yuanqing put down the jade slips and pondered for a while: "I only need to enter the palace for duty this afternoon, and I will rest at home in the morning. If Chen Jing has a class, let him go to the school with you."

"There's class." Chen Jing said and got up to put on his clothes. He pulled it out of his pocket and found a candy to stuff into Fu Yuanqing's mouth.

Fu Yuanqing couldn't help laughing: "Why are you so childish?"

"Fang Bingbi is here, it's not like feeding our ancestors candy like last time." Chen Jing said love words with a normal face.

Fu Yuanqing pursed his lips and smiled watching him get dressed.

"Go to class." Fu Yuanqing said, "I will pick you up at Bei'anmen after school."

Chen Jing cupped his fists: "Then I'll go first."

Fu Yuanqing watched them go out.

The candy slowly melted in his mouth.

until the sweetness dissipates.

Fu Yuanqing looked at the box that was randomly placed on the bedside, took it over, and carefully recalled the order in which Chen Jinggang opened it.

Chen Jing's tricks were weird and quick, but Fu Yuanqing, who had an unforgettable memory, couldn't be bothered.

He also tapped a few times.

The casket opens.

The unremarkable bamboo slips are quietly placed in the corner of the box.

Fu Yuanqing looked at it for a while, then took it out, spread it out and read it carefully.

Then he frowned tightly. .