Shaodi Chunxin

After dinner, the snow began to fall again.

The secret report from Dongchang came again today, and when Fanzi delivered it outside Tingtao Residence, he asked Fang Jing, "Young Supervisor Fang, there is an urgent secret report today, and the punishment and other adults are waiting for the reply from the ancestor and you."

Fang Jing turned over impatiently, his face wrinkled into a ball: "Didn't you see that the old ancestor was sick? He has to give his approval for anything."

"Today, Yumen listened to the government and the emperor did not go."

"Oh."

"The emperor asked Eunuch Debao to give an oral order, saying that the court would not be up early. He didn't say that everyone should disperse, and a group of ministers waited outside the gate of Taihe all day." Fanzi coughed, "You know Taihe There was no convenient place outside the door, and the ministers were waiting with the memorial of the palm print, holding back...a few of them peed their pants. After finally staying up until the court was over, they were all anxious to go home and leave the door When it was crowded, people stomped on people, as if Heng Jisuke's leg was broken."

Fang Jing suppressed his gloat, pretended to be serious, and coughed: "Just say this in the urgent official document? What is our ancestor who is the supervisor of ceremonies? Let's use this shit and fart as well. I think Kong Shang is the one. Dongchang punishes Qianhu because he doesn’t want to do it anymore.”

"Hey, Mr. Factory, you have wronged Kong and punished you." Fanzi said, "The emperor's imperial gate has never been absent from the administration. This is the first time in 13 years. The person in charge thinks this is a big deal, so we must invite our ancestors. Decide with you."

"Ah..." Fang Jing looked behind him and said meaningfully, "Even the emperor has other things to do. Maybe our Long Live Lord is not in the palace. Do you think so?"

Fanzi was a little confused, so he looked back.

In the twilight, a young man in a middle coat stood in the corridor at some point, listening to the conversation between the two of them.

Fanzi was startled, his hand had already touched the Xiuchun knife: "Who is it?!"

Fang Jing pressed his wrist: "This is the person in the ancestor's house. Go down."

Chen Jing's hair was disheveled behind him, and he was still damp. He stood quietly in the corridor, looking at them, but he didn't seem to notice them. Instead, he raised his eyes to look at the lamp in the main hall of Tingtaoju.

Fanzi felt a little weird, but couldn't say anything, so he withdrew his knife, bowed to Fang Jing and backed away.

After Fanzi disappeared outside Tingtao's courtyard, Chen Jing looked at the stack of secret reports in Fang Jing's hand: "Take it down and burn it."

Fang Jing was a little embarrassed: "But what if it's important..."

"Don't bother him with these trivial matters recently." Chen Jing said again.

Fang Jing nodded: "The ancestor is waiting for you."

"I know." Chen Jing said, and he looked at the room with orange lights again.

This time Fang Jing didn't speak again, he quietly exited the courtyard, and when he left, he closed the courtyard door thoughtfully.

The night is darker.

The thick snow made everything quiet. In the cold world, only the orange light in the house gave off a faint warmth.

The people in the room coughed a few times.

Chen Jing didn't wait any longer, he lifted the curtain, opened the door and entered.

I saw the window was wide open, and the wind and snow came in, soaking half of the arhat couch.

Fu Yuanqing sat cross-legged on the couch, and under the lamp, he leaned closer to read some documents.

He was a little thin, and the hair bun that was meticulously coiled during the day was now hanging over his shoulders. His lips were red like blood, and his face was pale.

"Fang Jing is here?" he asked.

Chen Jing stepped forward and closed the window, blocking the cold winter out of the window.

"Bring over the report from Nanjing's garrison eunuch Jin Ying on the desk." Fu Yuanqing wrote before the case without raising his head.

Chen Jing glanced at the report on the desk, didn't move, walked to Luo Han's bed in a few steps, and pressed Fu Yuanqing's hand holding the pen.

Fu Yuanqing was taken aback, looked up and saw Chen Jing's face, and then remembered what happened at noon.

"It's you."

Chen Jing gently took the pen out of his hand, put it on the pen stand, and said, "Chen Jing came to serve the bed."

Fu Yuanqing turned to look at the window.

The windows are closed.

The snow and ice stained on the couch, without the support of the cold wind, quickly turned into a puddle of water in the warmth of the room, leaving a circle of irregular marks on the brocade mat.

When Chen Jing was in a daze, he had already fetched hot water.

"Please wash with your palm prints." Chen Jing said holding a basin.

Although he used respectful language, there was no groveling in his voice, but rather arrogance.It's just that with such a face, he is a dead soldier who has been trained rigorously.

Fu Yuanqing only thought that he was probably not good at dealing with people and the world, but he didn't think there was anything wrong.

He reached into the basin and frowned.

"Is the water too hot?" Chen Jing asked.

"I can bear it." Fu Yuanqing said.

After saying this, he slowly washed his hands, his fingertips were already red.

But except for the fact that he frowned at the beginning, and when he was wringing the water with the towel behind him, his expression remained the same.Chen Jing put down the water basin, held his hand and turned it over, his palm turned red.

Chen Jing was silent.

"It doesn't matter." Fu Yuanqing said again, "You are different from the servants and others. You have never learned how to serve others, so you don't need to blame yourself."

"Do you want to eat the palm print?" Chen Jing asked, "pass it down."

"No. Not hungry—"

Before Fu Yuanqing finished speaking, Chen Jing grabbed his hands and lowered his head to kiss his lips.

He is standing.

And Fu Yuanqing lay cross-legged on the couch and raised his head, caught off guard by his kiss.

At the moment when the skin was close, Fu Yuanqing was almost taken aback, and struggled subconsciously.Chen Jing held his wrist tightly, not letting him escape.

The lips of the inspector of ceremonies were cold, but Chen Jing's tongue was hot.Raging every inch of his mouth.

The two are so close.

He even sprayed his breath on the opponent's cheek.

Chen Jing let go of his wrists with both hands, and wrapped his left hand around his waist tightly, pulling him into his arms.But the right hand pressed his back and came towards him, kissing him.

This kind of intimacy.

It has surpassed all the boundaries that Fu Yuanqing has abided by in the past 33 years, breaking away from his stubborn restraint.

He was a little at a loss, but in this warm and chaotic winding, he was at a loss.

It was like the ice on the couch that melted in the warmth, turned into water, penetrated into the cracks, and got wet.

The long hair of the ancestor's shawl was messed up.

disheveled.

The cold eyes are like lake water, and now there are waves.

But he finally had a bit of warmth, and he no longer looked like he was about to ascend to a fairy at any time, but he had a bit of a mortal appearance.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Jing let go of him.

Fu Yuanqing gasped, looked at the person in front of him, in a trance, he thought he saw Zhao Jin.

——Lanzhi, glad to see you.

——Lanzhi, how about I sworn brothers with you, Yu Ruicheng, and Pu Ying, and live in the capital?

While he was still in a daze, Chen Jing had already wiped away the water stains around his lips with his thumb, and said in a hoarse voice, "Palmprint, did you do it right?"

"what?"

"The Great Desolation Jade Sutra, Qi Shi." Chen Jing said, "Fang Shaojian only gave the Great Desolation Jade Sutra to his subordinates in the afternoon, and the time is limited, so I'm afraid I didn't do it right."

Fu Yuanqing's mind gradually cleared up, he remembered...

Emperor Cheng asked Gu.

Four spare two.

Lanzhi is dead.

"It should be right." Fu Yuanqing said, since he put down the volume of the Great Desolation Jade Scripture, he has never read it again, and it seems that Fang Jing gave it to Chen Jing, "I don't know the art either."

Chen Jing said: "I'm afraid I made a mistake and delayed the palm print."

"Relax, with me, no one will punish you." Fu Yuanqing said, "Delay is also my business. It has nothing to do with you."

After he finished speaking, Chen Jing was silent for a longer time.

"Chen Jing?"

"The subordinates are not afraid of being punished." Chen Jing said.

Chen Jing bent down and hugged him horizontally.

The old ancestor was taken aback, he had been firmly carried by this dead man into the Babu bed in the warm pavilion.

His arms are strong, and it is effortless to hug people.Then he gently placed the ancestor on the bed, and untied his middle coat.

There are no scars on his body, his skin is healthy and smooth, his muscles are strong, his waist is strong, and his outline is clear.It exudes the unique breath and heat of young people.

While Fu Yuanqing was sizing him up, Chen Jing had already kissed his lips again, this time a little more restrained than the previous one, but the sense of urgency had already come out.

Sure enough, young people are more likely to be emotional.

Fu Yuanqing thought in a trance.

The brocade quilt had been laid out a long time ago, and during the kiss, Chen Jing had already loosened Fu Yuanqing's clothes. At this time, the palm-printed long hair spread out on the brocade quilt, making his half-exposed chest more white and dazzling.

Chen Jing rolled over on the couch, lay beside him, and gently stroked his shoulder.

Shoulders are like jade.

"Old ancestor, offended."

Chen Jing said.