Zhou Yan

When Shen Xian was picked up by Zhou Mingchao, he was still waving at the ladies: "My daughter-in-law is here to find me, let's go first."

The aunt and the daughter-in-law were all stunned. This young man with crooked eyes who smiled and talked to them for a long time turned out to be a man?

"That's who is the young master!" The young daughter-in-law who was newly married into Linzhou City pushed the arm of the aunt next to her, and looked at the young man, how could she call a man a daughter-in-law.

"That's the son of our city lord," said the aunt who was born and raised in Linzhou City. Shen Xian was taken away by Zhou Mingchao. She lowered her head and washed her clothes without any surprise: "Shen Xian."

"Then the one next to him!" Rumors about this young master spread all over the streets and alleys in Linzhou City, and the little daughter-in-law did not expect to meet the real person today: "Yes, it is the parents in the capital, leaving him here alone Are the surrounding princes of Qingju?"

"It's the two of them," the aunt nodded: "In the past, no one dared to make him domineering, but now you are with Mr. Zhou, how attractive you are."

The little daughter-in-law looked at the backs of the two. The two of them hadn't landed yet, Shen Xian was still obediently in Zhou Mingchao's hands, with his limbs down and his head hanging down. No matter how he looked, he looked like the little daughter-in-law's cat that ran out every day to play wild. The kitten who was brought back again.

"Xianxian, you..."

Zhou Mingchao put Shen Xian on the ground, pursed his lips and wanted to say something to him, then Shen Xian looked up at him, his big round eyes turned into crescent moons, exuding a cute and pleasant aura.

If Shen Xian had a tail, it must be fluffy, and it must have been wagging.

He looked really happy, and Zhou Mingchao swallowed the words again.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Xian smiled and leaned over to hold Zhou Mingchao's hand, then raised it again.

The two held hands together, in front of them was the bright sun, and behind them was a crowd of threes and twos. This was the first time they held hands in full view of the public.

"Look, Brother Zhou." Shen Xian's eyes were shining, as if they were shining, "Now we can walk on the street like an ordinary couple."

Shen Xian always remembered what Zhou Mingchao said to him before, he was not happy for himself, he was happy for his brother Zhou.

Zhou Mingchao smiled, and slowly clenched Shen Xian's hand; "Yes."

Shen Xian wrinkled his nose, and then raised his eyebrows again. His brother Zhou has always been not good at words, so it doesn't matter.

"Xianxian," Zhou Mingchao called him in a small voice.

"Ah?" Shen Xian was thinking about what to eat on the street later, or where to go to a fun place. Hearing this, he was still thinking about eating and having fun, but he had already turned his head towards Zhou Mingchao. .

"Are you happy?" Zhou Mingchao asked him even more quietly.

"Happy!" Shen Xian felt a little sweaty in the palm of the hand holding him, and he shook it back instantly: "Happy, I'm happy when I'm with Brother Zhou, and I can be with Brother Zhou in a fair and honest way. Much happier."

"Brother Zhou," after Shen Xian finished speaking, he felt that it was not enough, and looked seriously into Zhou Mingchao's eyes: "I like you the most."

Zhou Mingchao's thick eyelashes trembled, and then drooped down, a little bit to cover up.

Shen Xian kept peeking at him, seeing that Zhou Mingchao's eyebrows were light and his eyelashes were light, and the back of his ears was blushing. The poor boy came up to Zhou Mingchao as if surprised: "Brother Zhou, what's the matter with you? Your face is so red."

"It doesn't matter to me." Zhou Mingchao pulled Wang Shen Xian to his side: "Be careful, there is a carriage over there."

Shen Xian let out a sigh, and walked beside Zhou Mingchao and smiled quietly. It turned out that it was this feeling that he made the other party speechless by saying nasty words.

In the past, Zhou Mingchao flirted with Shen Xian by flirting with him, but this time Shen Xian finally gained the upper hand in terms of verbal words, as if by divine help.

"Young master, let's go out with Mr. Zhou." The old pie seller called him with a smile. That day when Shen Xian went out to look for Honghu, he first asked the old man for the way, and he came and went. When Shen Xian went out always say hello to him

"Yeah, the weather is fine recently, old man's business is really good today," Shen Xian hugged Zhou Mingchao's arm, like a little gecko climbing a wall, he saw that there was only a small lump of pie dough left: " You can go home early."

"Then you can't go home," said the old man. He took out a bag of flour from the side of the pie-baking stove and sprinkled it on the chopping board, adding water and kneading it skillfully. , do you want to go and see it too?"

"Where is it beautiful? What kind of flowers are there?"

"I heard it's very beautiful, but I haven't been there before," the old man looked up and smiled at them with his hands full of flour, "I'm free these days, so I'll take my little grandson to see it too. He has yelled many times , to see the flowers."

"Oh, that's fine."

Worrying about having no place to play, Shen Xian immediately accepted the proposal frankly.

After receiving the special large pies that the two old people insisted on giving them, Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao walked towards the forest in the western suburbs while gnawing on the street.

"Young master, are you out?" The caller is the owner of the roast duck in Linzhou City. The chubby man is very interesting, because Shen Xian often eats his roast duck, and the two of them got acquainted after coming and going.

He saw Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao appearing at the door of his shop, and carefully sized them up, down, left, and right to see that there were no obvious injuries on the exposed parts of the two of them, and both of them looked more energetic. The roast duck shop owner heaved a sigh of relief.

"You were not beaten, right? When our group of people went to the city lord's mansion, the city lord didn't say a word. You guys will come out now. Does that mean better?"

I don't quite understand what the better meaning means, but Shen Xian scratched his head, and it should be similar to what he thought: "Almost."

"Congratulations!" The owner of the roast duck shop was about to enter the shop to deliver roast duck to the two of them, but he couldn't stop him.

"The happy event is coming soon. Take these two roast ducks back. It's my congratulatory gift. Keep them first. Don't refuse. I'll prepare another good one on the day of the wedding."

In the end, Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao walked on the road to the western suburbs with roast duck in their left hand and a bag of pies in their right.

"Oh, young master, you are out today!"

This is the shopkeeper of the dim sum shop, and it is also the fate of Shen Xian's gluttony.

Later, Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao's hands were full of gifts from acquaintances they met along the way, and they were very down-to-earth.

A group of people surrounded them.

"Young master, this is a new hairpin in our store, please keep it first and don't dislike it."

"Young master Zhou, this fabric was recently brought in from Nanzhou. You take it and go make some clothes with the young master."

"This, this, this is a new pill made by our pharmacist. It is for strengthening your body. It is good for you young people to take it. Come and get three boxes."

"Young Master Zhou, you've worked hard. Come on, this pork loin is the pig I killed this morning. I'll skewer it for you. You can take it home and eat it."

Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao were almost overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the people in Linzhou City. Even the old farmer who bought vegetables wanted to squeeze in when he saw the crowd, insisting on giving Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao two radishes and a cabbage.

"Radish, cabbage, I grow them at home," the old man trembled, holding up the cabbage gang, the radish beard: "Eat well."

On the side of the high restaurant, Zhou Cijiu stood by the window, withdrew his hand holding the curtain: "This young master is quite popular, Zhou Mingchao, are you going to continue?"

With a "bang", Changping slammed the cup to the ground, and it shattered into pieces: "What do you mean!"

"Tsk," the broken porcelain splashed onto Zhou Cijiu's hem, scratching the dark hem: "I care about you, what are you doing so fiercely, how much time is given by the person above, are you going back soon?"

Talking about caring, what he said was like adding fuel to the flames, Changping's face was ashen, and he gave the young man standing by the window a hard look.

"Oh, this king is getting more and more helpless, and now a miscellaneous princess can make me look good," Zhou Cijiu walked a few steps, came to Changping, and suddenly reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing She raised her head: "Speak!"

The young Peach Blossom was still blinking gently, but there was no warmth in her eyes. Changping felt that her jaw was about to be crushed, and she squeezed out these words from between her broken lips and teeth: "Leave tomorrow."

"Oh, so fast," Zhou Cijiu withdrew his hand, coldly turned Changping's head aside, smiled and took out a handkerchief from his arms to wipe his hands: "I heard that you can stay in Linzhou City for a month , What are you doing in such a hurry, don’t play for a few more days.”

"Stay here to see people's faces, and wait for others to come and see the joke!" Changping restrained himself a lot when he was concerned about Zhou Cijiu's actions just now, but he still couldn't help sneering: "I'm going back, Zhou Mingchao will not have a good life He'll wait and see."

"What a vicious woman," Zhou Cijiu wiped his hands, threw the handkerchief from the window casually, and said indifferently: "Then you go back, I will stay here for a while, do you know what to say?"

"I know," Chang Ping said in a low voice even though he didn't want to, "You have contracted a serious disease, and you can't move around in Linzhou City due to the disease.

"You are really a small person," Zhou Cijiu scorned, but he didn't say anything more: "Then you just go back, and I won't send you off."

Changping left with a livid complexion, Zhou Cijiu opened the curtain again and looked out of the window.

Shen Xian was trying to shirk with the old farmer, he didn't dare to take his things or push him, his forehead was sweating, his face was hot and red, which made his skin whiter.

"It's such a beautiful little thing." Zhou Cijiu smiled, and the next moment he saw Zhou Mingchao who was surrounded by everyone, expressionless, but already had a lot of things in his hands.

"Cousin!" Zhou Cijiu sighed, and the temperature in his eyes slowly dropped: "The princess of Changping came to Zhoucheng, but the emperor bestowed a marriage. You are like this, but it is difficult for the Yongnan Wang and his wife who are in Beijing. !"

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