Zhou Yan

The city lord has left early and returned late these days, and the study room is brightly lit at night, with waves of people coming and waves of people leaving.

Every time the city lord sent those people out, Shen Xian hid in the corner and watched secretly, seeing his father go back with a bad face, he stood there for a while, and went back to the house by himself.

Yongnan Wang and his wife were trapped in the capital, and they were guarded in and out. The court officials were all in danger and did not dare to touch the emperor at this time. Soldiers and horses are like chariots with their arms, and in the end it must be more or less auspicious.

The lord of the city is the lord of Linzhou City, and there is still a whole city waiting for him to decide, so he can't leave without authorization. Shen Xian saw that his father was anxious and angry all day long, and there was a strand of white hair on his head.

Shen Xian has been quiet for the past few days, staying in the yard obediently, not going anywhere, not playing with cats and dogs on the street, not going to the lotus pond that harmed the city lord of the mansion, getting up before dawn every day, eating Fan just reads in the yard, very peaceful.

Just not very talkative, Honghu found a lot of gadgets from the street, and even gave him his ever-victorious general to play with, Shen Xian just turned his head and glanced lightly, very polite and gentle: "I don't play, you play by youself."

Even Da Mao stopped barking, and Hong Hu was very worried. He didn't turn over the grass or dig the mound, and squatted under the wall next to Shen Xian every day to ensure that Shen Xian was within his line of sight. He didn't know why he wanted to In doing so, he just wanted to guard him.

Shen Xian couldn't focus on Honghu who was guarding him all the time. The first few times he asked Honghu to play by himself, but Honghu didn't listen and insisted on being by his side very stubbornly. followed him.

So, Honghu saw Shen Xian looking at the book, and took his eyes away from the page, staring at the void in a daze, Shen Xian could maintain this posture for half an hour, Honghu boldly called him, Shen Xian turned back God continued to lower his head to read the book, the expression on his face was shockingly indifferent.

Once it was a sunny day, Shen Xian was in a rare mood, and wanted to take a look in the yard. When he went to the corridor of the small garden, he saw a large bunch of pink and white flowers. Honghu saw Shen Xian's inexplicable stop Come down and wipe your face with your hands.

The tears were down to his chin, Honghu wisely didn't speak, Shen Xian stayed in front of the bunch of flowers all afternoon, and didn't intend to leave even after the sun set.

"You are here!" A purple figure walked in, and sat down kindly beside Shen Xian, Zhou Cijiu still had a pair of peach blossom eyes: "Young master, why are you sulking here?"

"You, what do you want to do when you come to our house!" Honghu immediately stood in front of Shen Xian, who was the one who took the young master away last time when he disappeared: "We haven't settled with you yet, how dare you come here! "

"I'm talking to your young master, what kind of status are you to wipe your mouth," Zhou Cijiu said in a low tone of displeasure: "Servants have to behave like servants, there is no dignity at all."

"You!" Honghu was picked up by Shen Xian, and he was about to go forward to argue with this malicious person.

"Big Mao," Honghu's chirping voice disturbed Shen Xian's headache, he tugged Honghu's sleeve to let people go aside: "Don't talk."

Zhou Cijiu was still sitting opposite him, leaning against the pillar Shen Xian, and lazily raised his eyelids: "What's the matter?"

He no longer wanted to delve into why this person was able to enter the City Lord's Mansion in a grand manner.

"Did you not eat well these few days?" Zhou Cijiu looked at him: "I think you seem to be a person whose skin is supported by bones."

"Thanks to you," Shen Xian looked up at the blood-red setting sun in the sky, "I won't be able to die for a while."

"How can you die so easily?" Zhou Cijiu looked at the sky with him: "Some people took five hundred people to exterminate foreign countries, and they haven't died after so many days. You eat and drink, and you can still go I also saw a ghost in front of that person."

Shen Xian turned his head almost instantly, but Zhou Cijiu still looked at him with a smile, as if he was looking at a vexatious child, such insubstantial eyes were of no use to him.

Shen Xian looked away, it was really useless, he never liked to do insignificant things, so he forced himself to let go.

"You're so angry!" Zhou Cijiu saw that the hand he was holding inside the sleeve was blue and white, and he was trembling with force: "I really like my cousin so much, what's so good about him."

Again and again, never again, Shen Xian didn't want to give him another chance.

"Big Mao," Shen Xian said softly to Honghu, "Go find me a knife."

Shen Xian thought for a while and added: "It needs to be sharper, I'll use it to chop people."

"Master." Honghu glanced at Zhou Cijiu, thinking about where to hide after the two of them killed him so that no one would find him.

"Oh, what are you doing so angry? Don't kill me when you're young. It's bloody. Aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night?"

Only at this time did Shen Xian have a little shadow of the old spirit, Zhou Cijiu bent his eyes and waved at Honghu: "Your young master is just joking, ignore him and ignore him."

Honghu snorted.

Shen Xian stopped talking, and Zhou Cijiu beckoned him with a smile again: "Young Master, do you really miss your Brother Zhou so much?"

Zhou Mingchao is like a thorn stuck in the soft flesh of Shen Xian's throat. When Zhou Ci mentioned it again, he pressed down on it hard, not only his throat was bloody, but his chest was sore and swollen. Shen Xian frowned, "What the hell are you..."

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, look at the beautiful clouds in the sky," Zhou Cijiu turned Shen Xian's head to the left with a smile, and put his head on the railing comfortably, looking at the gorgeous clouds in the sky: "Look That flower, does it look like a big mushroom?"

……

Shen Xian lowered his eyes silently, thinking that this person is here to find trouble.

"Don't be downcast, it's ugly," Zhou Cijiu swayed his toes leisurely for a while, then suddenly turned his head and pushed Shen Xian: "If you really want Zhou Mingchao, you can go find him."

Zhou Cijiu was still on Shen Xian's shoulder, Shen Xian actually forgot to push it away at this time, he stared blankly at Zhou Cijiu, blinked blankly: "But..."

He didn't expect Zhou Cijiu to be able to say such human words.

"But what is it?" Zhou Cijiu put away his unscrupulous expression, he looked more pleasing to the eye, and he glanced lightly at Shen Xian: "Don't think I don't know that you never thought of sneaking out to find Zhou Mingchao, You man, look at it oh no, you are not honest when you look at it, you go when you want, you see things and think about people all day long, you are getting thinner day by day, people are like yellow flowers!"

Shen Xian glanced at the flowers, then moved his eyes away: "What can I do, I'm alone, and I can't do anything if I'm tied up. If I go there, I'll die."

Then he didn’t say he wasn’t going, Zhou Cijiu clicked his tongue, took out something from his arms and held it up in front of Shen Xian’s eyes: “When I returned to the capital from the feudal land, I brought 2000 people with me. Come on, I'll give this to you."

Shen Xian looked at the dark thing in his hand suspiciously: "Give it to me? Are you so kind?"

"It's really for you," Zhou Cijiu threw the things into Shen Xian's arms, "We are decent people, we don't lie to children."

The thing in his hand felt cool to the touch, Shen Xian lifted it up, looked at it up to the light for a long time, and finally took a bite in doubt: "Is your thing real or fake?"

He still doesn't quite believe that Zhou Cijiu would be so kind, it's no different from turning a scorpion into a swan.

"You treat this thing as gold and silver, and you have to take a bite to distinguish the real from the fake," Zhou Cijiu laughed angrily at him, stood up from the railing, and messed up Shen Xian's black hair: "Let's go, do you love letter?" Do not believe."

Zhou Cijiu stood up, tall and slender, he couldn't see those playful peach blossom eyes, just looking at his back was five points similar to Zhou Mingchao, Shen Xian suddenly remembered that when the city lord found him that day, Zhou Cijiu was in the room. old words to him.

Both the maid and the child were sick, and they only had one pack of medicine in the imperial hospital. Later, the maid died in the heavy rain and was bullied by everyone. The child must have been bitten off by the concubine’s dog on his arm because he had no mother’s protection. a piece of meat.

"That..." Shen Xian faltered, and asked because of the things in his hand: "Do you have a scar on your arm?"

"Where is the scar on my arm?" Zhou Cijiu paused, and rolled up the sleeve of his left hand while smiling: "Why, do you feel sorry for me? You still think I am good, and you don't want Zhou Mingchao's You’re a heartless guy who said he’d just leave.”

Shen Xian immediately put away his sudden sympathy, and threw a branch fork torn from the nearby flowers at him with no expression on his face: "You can get lost."

"Goodbye, I hope the next time I see you is when you can speak."

Zhou Cijiu sneezed as usual, he smiled, and when he turned to leave, he touched his right arm without leaving any traces, there was a large scar on it, and it was a little hot now.

Shen Xian rested his cheeks in thought, and unconsciously rubbed his fingers against the token that could summon 2000 people until the sky was green and swallowed up the last trace of the setting sun.

In the evening, the servants hung lanterns on the high tree branches. When the night wind blew, the candles with white lampshades swayed in the air, and the flickering light reflected the dim moonlight in Shen Xian's eyes. inside.

Shen Xian blinked his eyes, thinking that it was also such a cold night, that young man with clear eyebrows hugged him at the entrance of a deserted alley and said softly, "The one I'm holding is my sweetheart."

Suddenly jumping off the railing, Shen Xian ran in the wind, turning around and shouting, "Da Mao, go back to the house."

Honghu was startled, ran after him, and shouted loudly: "Master, what are you doing?"

"Keep your voice down, go back to the house and pack your things," Shen Xian pulled Honghu to his side, the young master lowered his voice and smiled brightly: "I have to find my wife."

It was a long night, and the brocade quilt was thin and cold, so he had to hug Brother Zhou to sleep well.

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Shen Xian, a man who has been chasing his husband for a long time!