Zhuzi show off

He knew in his heart that Pei Zhenyuan was trying to scare him, but Xiao Mo still couldn't restrain the fear in his heart, and instinctively hugged Pei Zhenyuan.

Xiao Mo glared at Pei Zhenyuan with an unbearable anger, but Pei Zhenyuan smiled very happily at this:

"How? Isn't it interesting?"

Xiao Mo said with lingering fear: "You think it's interesting!" Then he patted Pei Zhenyuan's shoulder, "Okay, let me down."

"Don't let go." After saying that, Pei Zhenyuan hugged Xiao Mo and turned back to the attic, and then leaned Xiao Mo against a wooden wall in the attic.

Pei Zhenyuan loosened his hands slightly, causing Xiao Mo's body to slide down a little, and then clamped Xiao Mo's legs around his waist with his hands, and used the pressure of his body and the narrow space formed between the walls to wrap Xiao Mo in a circle. into it.

With one hand free, Pei Zhenyuan squeezed Xiao Mo's chin, making Xiao Mo look at him: "This time there should be no worries."

Xiao Mo's lips moved, and he really couldn't find any more excuses, so he smiled and leaned over to kiss Pei Zhenyuan proactively.

The two of them were on fire in the attic, while a group of aristocratic families below were drinking and drinking.

Someone wondered: "Why hasn't Pei Wenxi come down?"

Cheng Zhijie laughed secretively: "Yun Mo isn't there either, it can't be two people..."

"I'll go and have a look!" Wei Wensheng stood up suddenly, and what he said surprised even himself.

Cheng Zhiyuan immediately stopped him: "Wen Sheng, it's not like you don't know the relationship between Pei Zhenyuan and Yun Mo. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for you to find him at this time?"

Wei Wensheng felt that what Cheng Zhiyuan said was very reasonable, he should sit down on this step again, and give up the idea of ​​looking for Pei Zhenyuan and Xiao Mo, but...

"It just so happens that I'm going to make it easier. You guys have a drink, and I'll be back as soon as I go." Saying that, Wei Wensheng walked away.

Because there were other people present, Cheng Zhiyuan didn't want people to criticize his relationship with Wei Wensheng, so he watched Wei Wensheng leave without catching up.

Wei Wensheng really went there first for convenience, and when the wine he had not drunk for a long time was almost shaken off, Wei Wensheng hesitated for a while, and went up the stairs to the third floor attic.

The third attic of the painting boat is different from the loft in the ordinary sense. It looks like a gazebo and stands independently at the highest point of the painting boat.

Before Wei Wensheng reached the door of the attic, he heard a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the attic.

Across the door, Pei Zhenyuan pushed Xiao Mo against the wooden wall, holding two round balls under Xiao Mo's seat with both hands, trying his best to please Xiao Mo, but because he was too hardworking and forgetful, he didn't pay attention to the mahogany ornaments next to him. Accidentally knocked the mahogany ornament to the ground.

The mahogany collided with the carpet on the floor, making a dull sound, and it was this sound that Wei Wensheng heard.

Because of the sudden noise, Wei Wensheng's footsteps paused slightly, he raised his ears reflexively, and focused all his attention on the noise in the attic.

Because they knew that there would be no one outside the attic, neither of them restrained themselves. The movement was unusually loud, and the sound insulation effect of the wooden hull was not good. Wei Wensheng could hear all kinds of blushing sounds from the two of them. Clearly.

Deep in love, Xiao Mo unconsciously made a sound of urging, and when the familiar voice came into Wei Wensheng's ear with a tone full of desire, Wei Wensheng's already swollen brain went blank instantly, and he almost couldn't help it. Know how to go down the stairs, how to get back among the crowd.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the distraught Wei Wensheng, frowned handsomely, raised his hand and patted Wei Wensheng's shoulder: "Wensheng, what are you thinking?"

Wei Wensheng was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly came back to his senses, and saw clearly that Cheng Zhiyuan was standing in front of him, his lips moved, and then he shook his head: "I didn't think about anything, I was stumped by the title of the poem just now, and I fell into a corner for a while."

Cheng Zhiyuan covered the darkness in his eyes, and smiled warmly: "There are still poems that can catch you, it's not easy."

Wei Wensheng grinned, and his smile was a little embarrassed: "I have no shame in using the pseudonym Wenchang Shenjun. Is it true that I am a god? Naturally, there are poems in this world that I can't understand."

Hearing that the two were discussing poems, other people quickly joined in. Not long after, Pei Zhenyuan got off the boat refreshed and came among the crowd.

Seeing Pei Zhenyuan, Wei Wencheng, who had just recovered to normal, looked a little uncomfortable, but he quickly covered it up, so no one noticed his abnormality.

Cheng Zhijie elbowed Pei Zhenyuan who was approaching him with malicious intentions: "Wen Xi, why did you come down by yourself? Where's Yun Mo?"

Pei Zhenyuan didn't seem to notice Cheng Zhijie's winking expression, and said calmly: "He's tired, let's rest on it for a while."

All the sons of aristocratic families immediately booed meaningfully. Although they were all literati, they came from aristocratic families. What dirty things haven't they seen?The relationship between Pei Zhenyuan and Xiao Mo was no surprise, so they joked and booed one by one, but they didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Cheng Zhijie and Pei Zhenyuan are relatively familiar, so he speaks without any scruples: "Our Boss Pei is as strong as a tiger, how can Yun Mo's small body withstand Wen Xi's torture, isn't it like a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger." He laughed loudly while talking.

Cheng Zhijie laughed, and the others laughed too, only Wei Wensheng clenched his fists indistinctly.

After teasing Pei Zhenyuan, everyone's topic returned to poetry and poetry. Drinking and composing poems is also a scene in this wind and snow.

Wei Wensheng left again for convenience, and stood at the bottom of the stairs for a while before he seemed to muster up the courage to climb up the stairs.

At the door of the attic, Wei Wensheng hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to open the wooden sliding door of the attic. The moment the door opened, Wei Wensheng was stunned by the "fragrant" scene in front of him.

Xiao Mo considered that Pei Zhenyuan still had a few guests from aristocratic families to entertain, so he did it once with Pei Zhenyuan, and he showed that he was exhausted, forcing Pei Zhenyuan to finish early and go down to accompany the guests, while he pretended to fall asleep, waiting for Pei Zhenyuan to leave. He lay down on the cushion for a while before getting dressed and getting up.

When Wei Wensheng opened the door, Xiao Mo just got up, with his back to the door, and was about to put on the clothes that had faded to his waist.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Xiao Mo turned his head reflexively, and saw Wei Wensheng staring at his back in shock.

Xiao Mo quickly pulled up his clothes to cover his bare back, and then said, "Young Master Wei, why are you here?"

"I..." Wei Wensheng's eyes slowly moved from Xiao Mo's back to Xiao Mo's face, seeing Xiao Mo's face clearly, Wei Wencheng seemed to be frightened, backed away again and again, almost fell down the stairs .

Xiao Mo hurriedly gathered his clothes and got up: "Young Master Wei, are you alright?" Seeing Wei Wensheng almost standing still at the stairs, Xiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

"I, I'm fine!" Wei Wensheng lowered his head violently, looked away from Xiao Mo, then turned around suddenly, and disappeared from Xiao Mo's eyes as if he was running away.

Xiao Mo frowned, raised his hand to touch his face, and couldn't help wondering: "Am I that scary?"

As the evening approached, the snow fell harder and harder. Due to the sudden drop in temperature, the ice layer on the water surface of the Grand Canal became thicker and thicker. In order to prevent damage to the painting boat, Pei Zhenyuan ordered people to park the painting boat on the bank of the moat until late at night. After Pei Zhenyuan settled the children of the aristocratic family, he and Xiao Mo went back to the attic.

It was ice and snow outside, and the attic was filled with spring scenery. Xiao Mo was really exhausted this time.

In the morning of the next day, the weather cleared up and the sky was as blue as washing. Xiao Mo and Pei Zhenyuan sent the young masters off the boat, and then boarded the carriage waiting on the shore.

Sitting on the horseback, Wei Wencheng looked at Xiao Mo who bent over to get into the carriage, and there was a ball of ink in the depths of his eyes, which seemed to be gushing out.

The snowy road was difficult, but riding a horse was okay, but the carriage was really bumpy, so as soon as he saw the city gate, Xiao Mo asked the coachman to stop the carriage.

Pei Zhenyuan rode back to Beijing with the princes of the aristocratic family. Seeing the carriage stopped, Xiao Mo lifted the curtain and got off the carriage. He immediately got off the horse and came over to help Xiao Mo get off the carriage:

"I'm going into the city soon, why did I get down?"

Xiao Mo didn't want to appear too fragile, so he didn't say that he got off the carriage because of motion sickness, but said:

"It's not long since I first arrived in the capital, and I haven't visited the streets of the capital, so I want to come down and take a walk."

Pei Zhenyuan glanced at the city gate: "Although we will enter the city immediately, the gate tower is still far away from Lingyuan, and the road is slippery in snowy weather, so it may not be easy to walk."

"I'll just take a look. I'll just go back to the carriage when I get tired from walking."

Pei Zhenyuan sighed: "Okay, then I'll go with you." He took off the cloak on his body, put it on Xiao Mo, and then explained the situation to the nobles of the family, letting them enter the city first.

Wei Wensheng took one last look at Xiao Mo who was half-embraced by Pei Zhenyuan in his arms. Through the cap, he couldn't see Xiao Mo's expression at the moment, and felt a dull pain in his heart. An emotion called madness slowly crept in his heart. He didn't look back until Cheng Zhiyuan called him, and galloped towards the city gate.

Due to the late departure time and the thick snow on the road, a lot of time was wasted, so it was already noon when Xiao Mo and Pei Zhenyuan entered the capital.

Xiao Mo was fed milk last night, didn't eat anything in the morning, and ran to the toilet several times, so he was very hungry now, so when he saw a restaurant, he stopped unconsciously.

"It's already noon, why don't we go in and eat something before leaving?"

Pei Zhenyuan laughed: "Hungry?"

Xiao Mo nodded, and then took out the purse that Pei Zhenyuan gave him before. There was not much money left in it, but he should still be able to afford a lunch, so he bent his lips and smiled:

"My treat."

Pei Zhenyuan raised his eyebrows: "Then I will give you a good meal."

That being said, as soon as the two of them entered the restaurant, Xiao Mo knew how stupid his actions were just now, because this restaurant actually belonged to Pei Zhenyuan.

Seeing the shopkeeper of the restaurant talking to Pei Zhenyuan with a nodding bow and a flattering smile, Xiao Mo touched his nose. Fortunately, his face was covered by a cap, so he wasn't too embarrassed.

Pei Zhenyuan took Xiao Mo to a private room on the second floor, casually mentioned the name of a few dishes to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper immediately trotted to get the kitchen ready.