After marrying Bai Yueguang, the little wolf dog turned into a scumbag

Qi Heju spent more than half a month recuperating from his injuries, during which Jiang Mengzhen sent Zhu Hen to deliver medicine several times. Qi Heju and Zhu Hen were about the same age, and he wanted to inquire about Jiang Mengzhen from him. The two know a lot.

"Our young master treats you well." Zhu Hen sat on the edge of the Kang, shaking his legs and said, "Your elder brother went to Ting Yulou, eight out of ten times he never saw each other."

"Oh?" Qi Heju was secretly delighted, and took out a lot of Aunt Zhou's snacks and pushed them to Zhu Hen, "You eat this, don't be polite!"

"You are so kind," Zhu Hen smiled so much that he couldn't see his teeth, "Since we came here from Jiangling, the young master and the old nuns have always reminded us to be cautious and respectful, and we are not allowed to wander around casually on weekdays. It's really boring. .”

"Then you come to play with me, I'm sure there will be no mistakes." Qi Hexi patted his chest to reassure, and said again: "My injury is almost healed, and I plan to go to your place tomorrow to thank Brother Meng."

"I'll report back in a while, you just come."

On the second day, Qi Heju got up early in the morning, changed several clothes before he was finally satisfied, and hurried to Tingyu Tower.

"Yesterday, my son was in a good mood. He played chess in the middle of the night, so he went to bed late. You can drink tea here and so on." Zhu Hen brought him into the house, Qi Heji nodded, and sat on the chair. Looking around, it seems to be looking for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"...a cat," Qi Heju asked nervously, "I gave brother Meng a cat, did he, did he raise it?"

"So you gave that little miscellaneous hair!" Seeing his careful questioning, Zhu Hen rolled his eyes and said deliberately: "Mr. Wu came back up, and he laughed a lot when he saw the black and white cat, saying that people like our young master can't bear it." I have a mixed-haired cat, I advise him to throw it away and find another one!"

Qi Heju's heart sank. Although he was depressed, he thought it was reasonable. Why didn't he know that a mixed-haired cat is not good enough for Jiang Mengzhen?

Zhu Hen watched him slump like a deflated rubber ball, covered his mouth and laughed, and took Qi Heji's hand to walk around the inner room a few times.Pushing open a carved door, bypassing the glass screen painted with flowers of the four seasons, Zhu Hen turned his head and gestured for silence, and led him to the brocade bed curtain.

There was light smoke in the smoked cage, and Zhu Hen carefully opened the curtain, signaling Qi Heju to peep inside.He took a step forward, and saw Jiang Mengzhen with his eyes closed, his blue hair softly scattered on the pillow, an arm protruding from the quilt, and the pajamas rolled up to the elbow, revealing a bright wrist like frost and snow, with a hair The little fluffy head was pillowed in the crook of his arms, sleeping extremely peacefully and sweetly.

He didn't throw away the kitten!He still loves it so much!Qi Heju was so joyous that he was dizzy, he never thought that his heart would be so cherished by others, he stared blankly at the bed, his heart beating wildly.With a faint fragrance floating from the tip of his nose, Qi He felt in a trance that he had turned into a kitten, leaning obediently and softly in Jiang Mengzhen's arms, eating and sleeping with him, staying together day and night-it is really no regret to die!

In the extremely quiet bedroom, there was a sudden rustling of skirts, and Zhu Hen was startled, grabbed Qi Hexi's hand and ran outside: "No, Sister Biyan is here, come with me!"

Dodging left and right back to the front hall, both of their palms were covered with sweat and greasy, Zhu Hen glanced at Qi Heli, seeing that he didn't intend to let go at all, he was a little awkward but also a little happy, After a long while, he shook off the hand that was clasped.

After a while, Jiang Mengzhen came out from the room, and Qi He called out: "Brother Meng!" Then he looked at him silly and smiled.

Jiang Mengzhen asked a few words with concern, and saw that he didn't answer much but just smiled, thinking that Qi Heju had just recovered from a serious injury and was out of spirits, so he drove him back to rest.

Qi Heju stood still under the magnolia tree outside Tingyu Tower, still feeling swayed, until a voice said in his ear: "Second brother, why are you here?" It was like a dream.

"Brother," Qi Heju bowed his head and said, "I...I came to thank Mr. Jiang."

"Well, that's what it should be." Qi Fengju hesitated for a while, and then asked: "Young Master Jiang sent someone to deliver medicine to you, do you know each other well?"

"No," Qi He trembled in his heart, and said after deliberation, "I met him once in the garden when it was snowing. Mr. Jiang said that they are relatives, and you can go to him to play when you have nothing to do."

"So that's how it is..." Qi Fengju looked at Tingyulou and sighed, and said leisurely: "Brother, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

"You go back to play with Mr. Jiang, can you give him this kit?"

Qi Heju looked at the exquisitely embroidered sachet in his elder brother's hand, and pursed his lips, "Why didn't elder brother give it to him himself?"

Qi Fengju smiled wryly, "I'm not like you, who can meet him so conveniently. I don't know how many gossips will be spread once I enter Tingyulou, and he will avoid me... Speaking of which, I I really envy you."

The source of this kind of envy is because everyone regards Qi Heli as a child, and Qi Fengju, as an object of the same age, wants to avoid suspicion.Qi Heju knew this well, so a sour taste came out of his throat. Could it be that in Jiang Mengzhen's eyes, he would always be just an ugly naughty boy lying on the wall without knowing it?

Qi Fengju saw that he bowed his head and said nothing, so he stuffed the sachet into his hand, "Anyway, thank you in advance, brother."

The thing in his hand was like a piece of burning coal, which made him feel uncomfortable all over. Qi He called out "Big Brother" hesitantly, and Qi Fengju turned around and walked away as if he didn't hear it.

It would be great if Qi Fengju didn't help him last time!If only Qi Fengju had bullied him by relying on his background!Then he can destroy the kit without any guilt, and stop being a supporting role in other people's stories—a pair of lovers can't meet each other, and the matchmaker and others are always required to help them make love in private.Qi Heju didn't want to be this perfect person, he hoped that Jiang Mengzhen was just his "brother Meng" instead of "sister-in-law".

When he was in a dilemma, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and Zhu Hen asked with a smile behind his back, "Why haven't you left yet? What are you holding in your hand—such bright embroidery!"

"Take it, just in time..." Qi Heju threw the sachet into Zhu Hen's arms like a hot potato, and muttered, "Here...for you..."

"Give it to me? Give it to me?"

Qi Heju took a few steps back, his heart was in a mess, he opened his mouth, did not explain the second time, turned around and ran away.While running, he comforted himself and said: Anyway, I have already said it, whether Zhu Hen heard it or not, it is none of my business!Brother, only this time, I will only help you this time!

Zhu Hen stood there inexplicably, holding the sachet and looking left and right, and soon found that there was a piece of peach blossom note inside, on which was written a poem: "In the heart of spring, there will be no flowers competing for hair, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray."

He has followed Jiang Mengzhen since he was a child, and he can be considered literate. Looking at this poem at this time, thinking of Qi Heji's flustered appearance and the sweaty palms just now, his mind suddenly became fascinated.

In the afternoon, Wu Xichun came to visit Jiang Mengzhen, and the two played chess at the small window. After walking a few steps, Wu Xichun started to daze with the chess pieces.

"That's weird, why are you both in a daze today?" Jiang Mengzhen threw the white chess pieces back into the chess basket, "Zhu Hen poured tea and spilled water on the table without knowing it, you want to play again?" What kind of Zhenlong did you conceive, and you hesitate like this just after taking ten steps?"

Wu Xichun sighed deeply, and also dropped the chess piece and said, "It's hard to tell others about my thoughts... An Zhiyuan told me that Mrs. Yong'anbo is going to marry him."

"What kind of family is it?"

"She's the daughter of a merchant," Wu Xichun said with a bit of anger on her face, "Although her family is rich now, her ancestors were just butchers. It's really outrageous!"

"What does it have to do with you if he marries a merchant's daughter or a son of an aristocratic family?"

Wu Xichun glanced at him angrily, and said in a muffled voice: "I think you are a good person, and I will tell you what is on my mind, but you are so knowingly asking..."

Jiang Mengzhen shook her head and smiled, "I told you earlier that you should be extra careful when you meet foreigners. If you don't listen, you will have today's worries."

"In the beginning, I didn't care about him, but later on, I felt more and more pity for what happened to him... Yong'an Bo Mansion should have been inherited by him, but now he is forced to join a merchant, it is simply unreasonable!"

"Only when An Zhiyuan enters the family and changes his surname can he give up the position of the eldest son. If the two wives of Yong'anbo are at odds, they will probably become allies in this matter."

"Isn't it! Squeeze An Zhiyuan away first, and then they will fight again, get rid of one is the other! Tell me, how good is this?"

"This game of chess seems to be dead, but it is actually waiting for a chance to come back from a desperate situation." Jiang Mengzhen tapped the chessboard with his fingertips, "The so-called death and survival depends on whether someone is willing to enter the game gone."

Wu Xichun stopped suddenly, and Jiang Mengzhen looked at his blushing face, took his hand with some concern and said, "Taoyuan, you have to think carefully. Yong'an Bo's Mansion is a quagmire, full of sneaks and ghosts. How dangerous it is, even though you are backed by Uncle Wuyang's mansion, if you get involved in this muddy water, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive alone... Is that An Zhiyuan really worth it?"

"I don't know either." Wu Xichun covered his heart, frowned and said, "When he came to see me, I felt happy, if he didn't come, my heart would be empty..."

"It stands to reason that we shouldn't talk about these things, but I'm really worried...I'm already a fool, but you are even more stupid than me. You are so naive and feel sorry for him wholeheartedly. What do you think?"

"He...he..." Wu Xichun murmured with his head down, "Although he didn't say it clearly, he can memorize all the poems I wrote..."

"In this way, it can be regarded as intentional. If he is sincere to you, and you are wise when he is humble, it is better than a blind marriage." Jiang Mengzhen paused, thinking: "Actually, there is no need to rush , you can let Uncle Wuyang let out a little word, first dispel the merchant's heart to let him marry, and then make a fuss about it."

"Exactly, exactly!" Wu Xichun smiled brightly, held Jiang Mengzhen's hand instead and said, "If I marry someone, I won't be able to come to you often, so how lonely you are!"

"Open your mouth to An Zhiyuan, shut up and get married, Mr. Wu is so shy!"

The two chatted and laughed for a while, Wu Xichun went happily, Jiang Mengzhen watched his fading figure, and stood by the door for a long time.Wu Xichun and An Zhiyuan got married because of a cat, but where is his marriage?The other party is a good man, can he be entrusted to him for life?Fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenagers always feel heavy and expectant when they think of the word "life".

In a haze, he actually felt that his friend's back showed a sense of solitary courage without hesitation, as if he was about to go to a battle that he didn't know whether he would win or lose. In a battle of horses, who can predict the outcome?

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, Jiang Mengzhen shivered suddenly, and stretched out his hand to slowly close the door.

Under a rising crescent moon, Wu Xichun went alone into the night without knowing his future, while Jiang Mengzhen closed the door tightly and drowned in the lofty pavilion where he was sleeping alone.