Zhou Yan

In winter, the weather is getting colder every day. The temperature in the morning is already low, and the grass is covered with a layer of frost, which is white. It is very difficult to get up at this time.

At dawn, the birds were chirping on the branches, Zhou Mingchao woke up, sleeping soundly, warm under the quilt, his face was a little red from sleeping.

Zhou Mingchao tucked the quilt for him, and gently lifted the quilt on his side to get out of bed.

Shen Xian, who is smarter than a dog, feels shallow, and he wakes up when Zhou Mingchao moves.

He pulled Zhou Mingchao's sleeve, and his sleepiness could not hide his vigilance: "Brother Zhou, what are you doing?"

Zhou Mingchao just got up and was dragged back to the bed by him. Shen Xian leaned over and brought a warm breath. He was a little funny, with a good temper like being entangled by a cat: "I'll get up and drink water."

Shen Xian didn't move, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep again, Zhou Mingchao patted him, his voice was a little low in the morning: "Let go of me."

"Not loose," Shen Xian opened his eyes a little, and simply hugged Zhou Mingchao with both arms, put one leg on it, and pressed his whole body on Zhou Mingchao's body.

"You must want to get up secretly," Shen Xian buried his head between Zhou Mingchao's arms and the bed, and his voice sounded muffled: "It was the same last time. You said you drank water, but you got out of bed and put on your clothes. Didn't come back."

Not coming back means that he is left alone in bed, Shen Xian does not allow such a thing to happen, in winter, how can someone refuse a warm bed, they are still human!

The young man's soft body was pressed against him, and it wasn't heavy. Zhou Mingchao brushed away the tangled hair on Shen Xian's face, and covered Shen Xian's exposed shoulders again: "Cover the quilt, you sleep on yours, and I'll sleep on you." Can't sleep."

Shen Xian hugged him and did not let go: "No, no, no."

"..." Zhou Mingchao said helplessly, "Shen Xian."

Shen Xian buried his head down and pretended not to hear.

"...Get up quickly." Zhou Mingchao waited for a while, then patted Shen Xian on the head.

"No," Shen Xian felt aggrieved after a long time, pulling Zhou Mingchao with no less force: "It's so cold outside, Brother Zhou, sleep a little longer."

Zhou Mingchao lost his temper by him, and pushed the person on him: "Then let me get up, and you go back to sleep."

"No," Shen Xian still whispered, "My father will scold me when he sees you getting up and I not getting up."

Young master Shen would do anything to roll around like a baby in order to stay in bed.

In the end, we know that shameless people are invincible, and Shen Xian succeeds shamelessly, and Zhou Mingchao sleeps on the bed with him until the sun rises.

Zhou Mingchao looked at the roof of the tent and looked at the small yard outside the window. There were trees, flowers, birds, and glistening dew in the yard, but he couldn't go out to see it.

Shen Xian snored softly, fell asleep, dreamed, woke up and fell asleep again. In the dream, there were delicious and interesting things, and there was a pile of bird eggs as white as jade in the bird's nest, but he woke up from the dream.

"Brother Zhou," Shen Xian swallowed his saliva as he looked into those ancient, calm eyes, put back Zhou Mingchao's hair, and stroked it a few times: "I'm sorry."

He thought it was a bird's nest.

Zhou Mingchao's eyes were clear, and he stared at Shen Xian for a while: "Are you awake?"

"Ah?" Shen Xian said, "I woke up."

Zhou Mingchao seemed relieved: "Then get up!"

The city lord and his wife were not there, and he went to attend the chamber of commerce in the city early in the morning. Shen Xian took a sip of millet porridge, and his fair face was full of smiles: "Today is another day when parents are not at home."

Don't have a good time like this.

Zhou Mingchao stirred the porridge bowl, thinking of what the city lord said last night, but the young master who had breakfast in the sun was too carefree, he was hesitating whether to tell the city lord about his punishment.

"Brother Zhou, I'll eat this bun for you," Shen Xian offered his treasure, "This little bun in my house is perfect, one bite at a time, super delicious."

Shen Xian leisurely shared his little buns and happily ate breakfast, unaware that the butler appeared behind him holding a stack of books: "Master."

"Who cough cough cough!" Shen Xian was so frightened that his throat got stuck, and he almost died here.

"Uncle Shen, you...cough cough cough" Shen Xian drank two cups of tea, took a cup of tea that Zhou Mingchao handed over, and then calmed down: "What are you doing? Is it nice?"

Zhou Mingchao looked at the book in the housekeeper's hand and raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"Young master, this is what the master asked me to bring to you when he left in the morning." The housekeeper put the books in his hand beside Shen Xian, which were the Analects of Confucius and the Book of Rites. Shen Xian stared at them and found that there was also a book of poetry inside. .

"I have books to read." Shen Xian cautiously walked away from these books: "Zhou Yan hasn't finished reading the book in my room yet! Let you have it, and I'll ask you for it after I finish reading it."

"This is the master's order," the butler said unmoved, "I want you to finish copying these books today, otherwise tomorrow I will double it until you finish copying."

"In this way," Shen Xian pushed the book aside with his fingers, and politely refused: "It's not very good!"

But the stern and selfless housekeeper's words had already been brought, he turned and left: "I'll get the young master a pen and paper."

"Uncle Shen, don't, Uncle Shen!" Shen Xian wanted to pull people away, but the housekeeper had gone far away, so he could only bite his chopsticks and look at Zhou Mingchao: "Brother Zhou."

Zhou Mingchao remained unmoved: "Eat."

Shen Xian burst into tears: "Brother Zhou~"

The tail sound dragged upwards, and turned out of the third road and eighteen bends.

His heart suddenly shrank, Zhou Mingchao tilted his head slightly, and unconsciously closed his fingers: "You...don't talk like that."

Shen Xian blinked his eyes: "But copying books is so tiring."

Zhou Mingchao straightened his back: "Reading makes people wise."

Shen Xian pursed his lips: "There are four or five books here!"

Zhou Mingchao didn't look at him: "There is a golden house in the book."

Shen Xian chose the next best thing: "Brother Zhou and I copied together."

The city wall that was built with great difficulty collapsed, Zhou Mingchao's ears were a little reddish, and he sighed: "Okay."

The wind was rustling, and the fallen leaves on the ground were blown up and down.

"Alas!" Shen Xian bit the pen and sighed eight times today, not a single word was written on the white paper in front of him.

"What are you sighing for?" Zhou Mingchao was doing it cross-legged next to the desk, his profile was flawless in the morning light.

"I'm thinking about Li Wei and Miss Liu." Shen Xian lay on the table, playing with the embroidery on Zhou Mingchao's hem: "Did the two of them get beaten up? Did they also get punished for copying books!"

If the two of them were just punished for copying the book, it would still be light. Zhou Mingchao raised Shen Xian's head and motioned him to copy it quickly: "Of course they know how to deal with other people's affairs. Now you can't help if you worry about it."

Shen Xian felt that Brother Zhou's words were a bit hurtful, so he lowered his head to write angrily, and ignored him with a snort.

"Writing should be calm and powerful," Zhou Mingchao looked at it for a while and reminded him: "Your heart is not calm."

After listening to Shen Xian, not only did he not change it, he even made the writing crooked.

He can always find a way to deal with him.

Zhou Mingchao paused for a while, but compromised: "The two of them should be fine."

Of course Shen Xian knew who the two of them were referring to. He stopped writing and turned towards Zhou Mingchao: "Really? Brother Zhou, don't lie to me."

"It should be."

Shen Xian looked at him suspiciously: "How do you know?"

How does he know?Zhou Mingchao paused, and he put the book in his hand on the table. Zhou Mingchao pursed his lips, because he was Liu Yuexu's father. How could Uncle Liu be willing to make his pregnant daughter sad? Parents, there is no soft-heartedness towards their children. For example, the king of Pingyang was upright all his life, and he was willing to stay in the capital to survive under the eyes of the emperor because of him; It is the weakness of parents.

Zhou Mingchao didn't plan to say these words to Shen Xian, and he didn't understand, he just rubbed Shen Xian's head: "It will be fine, you trust me."

There was a bit of pampering in the comfort of that hand, and Shen Xian felt a little comfortable being patted down, he squinted his eyes: "Oh."

Zhou Mingchao picked up the book: "Quickly copy the book."

Shen Xian picked up the pen: "Okay."

The window was half open to block the wind outside the house. The two teenagers sat side by side in front of the case table, their clothes were tangled together, and it was hard to tell who belonged to which.

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