After the emperor got married, he collapsed and set up

Xiao Jinghe went back to the yard earlier than Yang Yanqing, a stack of letters and a token of the Huashan faction were already placed on the table, and...

Yang Yanqing lifted a veil with his fingers, and asked Xiao Jinghe: "What is this?"

"That Hu Xuanwu|woman's veil, she gave it to me." Xiao Jinghe said expressionlessly.

The smile on Yang Yanqing's face faded away, and as soon as he rubbed his fingers, the golden silk veil, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, was shattered into golden dust and scattered on the ground: "It's gone now."

Seeing this, Xiao Jinghe paused, and quickly picked out a small book on the table and stuffed it into his bosom.

Yang Yanqing narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and didn't bother to pay attention to the things on the table, staring straight at Xiao Jinghe's face.

Xiao Jinghe didn't react to this silent forced confession at first, but when Yang Yanqing's eyes shimmered like water, he suddenly panicked, and quickly took out the booklet from his arms and stuffed it into Yang Yanqing's hand .

When the item was in hand, Yang Yanqing stopped pretending, yawned almost uncontrollably and rubbed his eyes, Shi Shiran opened the booklet in his hand.

Xiao Jinghe, who realized that he had been deceived again, could only hook the stool with his feet and sit down next to Yang Yanqing, staring at Yang Yanqing's hand, as if he was going to rescue this very important booklet from Yang Yanqing's hand immediately.

Yang Yanqing knew what this thing was after turning two pages. Not only did he know, he also knew what illustrations and plots were in the back of this booklet. His face immediately looked as if a dye pot had been knocked over, and the three colors of blue, white and red were brilliant.

With difficulty, words came out of his throat: "What are you doing with this?"

Xiao Jinghe glanced at Yang Yanqing's expression, tentatively pulled out the wrinkled booklet from Yang Yanqing's hand, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "I saw that Mr. Jingcheng had a reaction to the booklet before, and still I thought my husband liked it, so I went to that storyteller's place along the way."

Before Yang Yanqing asked Xiao Jinghe to go to the place where the people present in Shui Xinxie were staying that day, and if there were any suspicious objects, he would come back. He didn't expect Xiao Jinghe to bring back such a colorful thing!

"Nonsense! I'm not interested in this kind of thing!" Yang Yanqing was about to snatch the notebook from Xiao Jinghe's hand.

Just kidding, since Xiao Jinghe lost his memory, it seems that his instincts have been awakened halfway and some kind of restraints have been opened. Seeing this kind of script, he must not be nailed to the bed? !

Xiao Jinghe stood up and raised his arms high to prevent Yang Yanqing from getting his hands on the script, while saying with a serious expression: "Mr. said that there will be rewards. I have decided what I want."

Yang Yanqing couldn't help but took a step back, and said cautiously: "...what do you want?"

Xiao Jinghe's eyes lit up all of a sudden, he withdrew his hand, skillfully turned to a page in the scripture book in his hand, turned to point to Yang Yanqing: "This one!"

Yang Yanqing twitched his eyes with a dull expression.

Looking at this person's familiar movements, how many times has this person read this script in this short period of time?

……

Lying on the couch, the obscene clothes had been stripped off the shoulders by this man long ago, Yang Yanqing turned around hesitantly, not knowing whether it was genuine hesitation or a hidden desire to try: "Do you really want to...?"

"Yes." The man's voice was steady and determined

Xiao Jinghe was sitting by the bed, holding a lake brush in his right hand, and a small porcelain dish in his other hand, which was the color that Yang Yanqing had just adjusted.

The young man in front of him was lying on the couch, his shoulders were round and fair, and the smooth curves spread from the shoulder blades, just like what was written in the storybook - there is no better brocade rice paper than this.

Yang Yanqing closed his mouth and buried his face in the crook of his arms. The brush that he usually used to write and paint with was now held in Xiao Jinghe's hands, and his favorite red plum was drawn on his body bit by bit. A secret pleasure intertwined that almost moved him.

He had to be a little thankful for the action of lying on the bed at this time.

Xiao Jinghe's fingers brushed over Yang Yanqing's butterfly bone, and then the soft pen tip lightly touched the skin of Yang Yanqing's back, leaving two petals of deep red.

His breathing couldn't help but become a little quicker. He didn't know if he was good at writing and drawing before he lost his memory, but now he looks at the traces of his lover's skin blooming under his pen, and the beauty that is intertwined with beauty and beauty makes his heart ache. The brushstrokes slipped down uncontrollably, the bright red lines winding along the spine, and didn't stop until the sunken waist.

That depression is a natural container for the fallen petals of plum blossoms. The bright red pigments continue to pile up and bloom on the fine brocade, just like plum petals falling with snow in the cold winter.

Yang Yanqing's voice became hoarse at some point, and he couldn't help begging for mercy: "Enough, enough..."

"It's beautiful." Xiao Jinghe knelt beside the couch, bent over to approach Yang Yanqing's ear, "Do you like it, sir?"

"Shang, Shang Ke..."

"It's really just Shang Ke?"

"you--!"

"Sir, tell me." Xiao Jinghe used the pen very lightly, "What's my name?"

"Small……"

"Oh?"

"Xiao...Jing...uh!"

"who am I?"

"My...husband... madam..."

***

Yang Yanqing fainted until the sun was high on the second day before slowly waking up. When he woke up, his limbs were weak, and his whole body was worse than the embarrassment he had on the second day when he was still poisoned.

However, the first thing Yang Yan did after waking up was not to find Xiao Jinghe who used this method to extract a confession last night, but to turn his head to look at his back immediately. The skin immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you awake?" Xiao Jinghe came in carrying a tray with meat porridge and a few dishes of side dishes on it, and began to feed Yang Yanqing very consciously.

For the sake of knowing how to deal with the aftermath after the mischief, Yang Yanqing didn't plan to pursue it, but there was another matter...

"Madam, do you think your husband is lying to you? Use this method to torture me?"

As he spoke, he looked at Xiao Jinghe with disappointed eyes, but his movements of drinking porridge were very cooperative.

Xiao Jinghe was amused by this inappropriate behavior, and leaned over to touch Yang Yanqing's warm cheek with his profile, and said in a low voice: "I just want to find a reason to get close to my husband, how can such a thing be done?" Call it torture?"

"It's okay to be close, but with fewer tricks." Yang Yanqing signaled to Xiao Jinghe that he wanted to eat the broken eggs next to him, "I'm a big man, Madam should read more health-preserving classics, and read less about what's available."

Xiao Jinghe lightly raised his eyebrows: "Mister seems to like it very much...Are you sure you don't want me to see it?"

Yang Yanqing hesitated for a moment, then coughed lightly: "...Look less."

Xiao Jinghe smiled lightly and said, "Obey."

After listening to obedience for so many years, he never expected to hear these two words from Xiao Jinghe's mouth one day. Yang Yanqing felt a little uncomfortable, and always felt that these two words had some indescribable color.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two became more and more sticky, Yang Yanqing pushed the bowl away and said, "Where are the things you brought back yesterday?"

Xiao Jinghe took the stack of letters, divided them into two and handed them to Yang Yanqing, saying: "One was found from the room of the disciple of the Huashan School, and the other was found in the luggage of the Western Region businessman."

Yang Yanqing first looked at the Western Region businessman's copy, but the writing on it was twisted and messed up, and it was really hard to read, so he couldn't help frowning.

"It's written on some daily necessities, most of which are food, but the selling price is very low. The last one is written with the names of some women." Xiao Jinghe said.

Yang Yanqing was taken aback: "Can you understand?"

"Yeah." Xiao Jinghe nodded, "It shouldn't be written in Daqing, but I know it."

Fanbang characters that Xiao Jinghe could understand...Yang Yanqing's face sank.

Trading daily necessities and food is not terrible, and the low price can also be said to be a means among merchants, but women...

Putting these pieces of paper aside, Yang Yanqing looked through the obviously thicker transaction records with a serious expression, and found that more of them were live animals transported by Huashan School disciples to protect the Chen family and transport them to various buyers in order to obtain money rewards. There are also some who hire disciples to serve as guards for the Chen family. At first glance, there is nothing wrong with it.

but--

"The head of the Huashan faction will have his birthday next month, and even I, the owner of Heqi Villa, can't help but be speechless when I see the gifts from several major merchants." Yang Yanqing sneered, "Why, this person is seriously ill and bedridden, and he still cares so much about collecting money for his birthday For the birthday gift money, it is necessary to separately list which merchants gave which items, so detailed that even the place of origin is clearly written?"

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The auditing lady and the little brother are holding their hands high, QAQ, the pants are really well worn!