Jianghuke

There was a dead silence inside the door.

Cen Xi couldn't help being at a loss, someone was talking just now.

When he woke up, he couldn't find Jiang Wuzhou, and he didn't dare to leave Qingsong Garden casually, but he was so hungry, after thinking about it, he still brought a lantern to the small kitchen to find something to eat.

Before I got close, I heard whispers and a few faint whimpers coming from inside.

This, this, this is... a ghost in the middle of the night!

Dr. Cen's hair stood on end, he turned his head and wanted to run, but something was wrong when he thought about it, why does this voice sound...familiar?Holding the lantern and hesitating for a long time, he finally bravely stepped forward, knocked on the door, and whispered, "Brother, are you inside?"

no response.

Cen Xi tapped again unwillingly, but there was still no response.

A gust of cool wind came out of nowhere and blew past, almost blowing out the lantern.

He panicked, moved back a little cautiously, lingered in front of the door for a couple of more laps, and decided to just go back and lie down.

At this moment, the closed wooden door opened from the inside with a "crash".Noon Qinghuan stood inside the darkened door, the light from the lantern illuminated most of his face from bottom to top.When he was not talking, he was like a finely crafted and beautiful porcelain figure, but today, for some reason, he was still smiling slightly, making him even more flustered.

He opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "What are you doing here?"

The faint voice seemed to come from the bottom of the underworld. When Cen Xi saw him, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, dumbstruck and unable to move.

Here, Zhong Qinghuan quickly cleared his throat to cover up the hoarseness caused by passion/desire, and pretended nothing happened, stepped across the threshold, trying to help him up: "Why did you fall?"

But I didn't want Dr. Cen to be shocked, he came back to his senses, and scrambled back, tears fell from the exposed eye: "I didn't mean to rush... I, I will leave right away... ..."

"Huh? What are you afraid of?" Pavilion Master Shu didn't even think about what kind of villain he had become in the eyes of others. He put on a very amiable attitude and knelt down, "If you cry again, the eye drops will fall off. , I have to start again in a while."

He was in a very good mood at the moment, so naturally he didn't mind being kind to this brat, after all Wu Zhou was still listening in the room.

Cen Xi thought of this man's time and time again not taking his own life seriously, and the wounds on his body became more and more burning and painful, so he didn't care what he was talking about, he just stared in horror, trembling like chaff, as if I saw some evil ghosts that eat people, and they wanted to take people away secretly in the dark.

Zhong Qinghuan frowned, probably guessing what the little guy was afraid of. After deliberating for a moment, he slowed down and said, "I didn't mean to put you in danger. Lingde Lake was originally very safe. It was unexpected... It hurt you, and there will be no next time."

He reached out to pat Cen Xi's head to comfort him, but he saw Cen Xi let out a short scream as if he had collapsed, and tried to dodge, like a cornered rabbit, he raised the lantern and was about to throw it at his face.

"Zixi, no."

Cen Xi only felt a light touch on his hand, and the lantern disappeared, and a mild reproach sounded in his ear: "Qing Huan, you scared him."

"Hey, he's less courageous than a rabbit." Chu Qinghuan muttered, stood up rather bored, and pretended to be generous, "This kid has injuries all over his body, and he's still running around at night, causing trouble to others. Nothing. In the afternoon, you take him back first to see if the wound has burst, and I will bring him some snacks after steaming in a while."

"Your injury is also..."

"It doesn't matter, it's just a cook, it's more than enough."

"That's good." Jiang Wuzhou knelt down, put the lantern back into Cen Xi's arms, patted his head, and said worriedly, "Zixi, why did you run out when you were injured?"

Cen Xi was patted on the head twice in a daze, and finally recovered from the great shock, looked at Jiang Wuzhou aggrievedly, sniffed, and whispered: "I'm looking for you. Brother, you At this."

"Well, I'm here."

Before Doctor Cen could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly frowned, keenly aware of many strange things about Jiang Wuzhou's body: the hair bun, which was always upright, was slightly messy; there were fine wrinkles on the sleeves and placket, like It looks like someone has squeezed it hard; the tip of the chin is covered with drops of water for some reason, and the slightly swollen lips——

It's just that the light of the lantern in his arms is dim, so he can't see clearly.

"Brother, why... ah!" Cen Xi was about to ask carefully, but was caught off guard, and quickly grabbed the lantern in his arms, while muttering embarrassingly, "I, I can walk by myself."

"obedient."

Back in Qingsongyuan, Jiang Wuzhou patiently checked his wound, removed the bloody gauze and replaced it with a new one, fetched warm water to wipe away his tears, began to re-apply eye drops, and rubbed the soft tissue Fluffy hair.

"Does it hurt? Just make a sound when it hurts."

"It doesn't hurt." Cen Xi sat quietly on the bed with his dark eyes open, like a cute little beast, "Brother, why don't you light the lamp in the kitchen?"

"..." Jiang Wuzhou's cheeks were slightly hot, and he avoided his eyes guiltyly, "I accidentally... overturned the water basin and turned off the lights."

"Oh." Cen Xi recalled the drops of water he saw just now, as if he washed his face in a hurry and forgot to dry it, and became more and more absent-minded, "Then why is Qinghuan here? No matter where he is, he looks cold and fierce It looks like someone owes him money... Hey, brother, you two won't fight, will you?"

"Call the Pavilion Master."

Cen Xi opened his eyes wide and said, "But...brother, that's not what you said this morning."

It was only a stick of incense time since he came out of the small kitchen, and Jiang Wuzhou hadn't completely calmed down yet, when he reminded him, he could barely remember the angry words he said this morning.

"There is no need to call him the master of the pavilion in the future."

"Is it worthy to speak out for one's own selfish desires without faith?"

"Even a young man who has no strength to restrain a chicken wants to use it, what kind of Feihua pavilion master."

……

And so on, and many more.

Jiang Wuzhou's steady hand trembled slightly, almost poking the cotton swab into Cen Xi's eyeball.

Cen Xi turned pale with shock: "Brother?!"

Jiang Wuzhou had never felt so embarrassed before, and said with difficulty: "... this moment, that moment."

"So in the kitchen you... ah! Woo--"

"Don't ask too many questions." Jiang Wuzhou wiped all the remaining medicine on it, put gauze on it, and picked up the biography with the bookmark on the bed cabinet, "Do you still want to hear it?"

Although it is a question, it does not mean to discuss at all.

The overtones could not be more obvious.

Cen Xi swallowed the words that had come to his lips, suppressed his doubts, and just kept an eye on it, making a silent note in his heart.He obediently replied: "Yes."

When Qing Huan entered the room with a plate of mille-feuille, Jiang Wuzhou had already told Doctor Cen that he had fallen asleep.

"Wu Zhou, I..."

"Hush." ​​Jiang Wuzhou raised his finger and said in a low voice, "Zixi is asleep."

Noon Qinghuan put the dessert plate on the table, looked at the stinky boy curled up in Wu Zhou's arms, and was about to roll his eyes, when suddenly he frowned, as if he had figured out something from it.

As the saying goes, learn from barbarians to master skills to control barbarians, since Wu Zhou is so obsessed with this clingy clinging kung fu, find an opportunity to try it out on your own, it is guaranteed to have miraculous effects.

Jiang Wuzhou didn't know what he was planning, he put Cen Xi down lightly, went to the table and picked out a piece of mille-feuille pastry, and whispered: "I'll try a piece first."

The crispy pastry was put into the mouth, and was bitten off neatly by the white teeth. With a soft "click", some crumbs fell on the lips, and more light yellow pastry was stirred on the tip of the bright red tongue—it was delicious just looking at it .

After Zhong Qinghuan finished making a bad idea, she looked up and was stunned.For some reason, seeing Wu Zhou eating mille-feuille, he couldn't help but recall that kiss in the dark.Mixed with the bitter taste of tears, the shackles of immorality melted between the entanglement of lips and teeth, and the taste was full of taste, and the meaning was still unfinished, but new barriers and scruples were born.

He suddenly wanted to taste those soft lips by candlelight.

I really want to.

"It's a bit bland, not sweet enough...Qing Huan? Hmm..."

Jiang Wuzhou stepped back half a step in horror, propped one hand on the table, trembling like a rustling leaf in the autumn wind, his breath and sound were swept away and swallowed into his stomach.

The shadow of the lamp fell on the wall, like a silent shadow puppet show, only the nasal sound of a hasty snort remained.

On the bed a few steps away, Cen Xi was fast asleep.

As if expecting that he would not dare to struggle to make any noise, Zhong Qinghuan kissed more and more recklessly, until he scraped away the slightly sweet residue in his mouth, then let go of his lips, and said with a low smile: "I think it's sweet enough, Brother."

His response was a merciless kick.

"roll!"

The master of the pavilion at noon accepted it when he saw it was good, and he went away.

The next day.

After suffering such a catastrophe, Lingde Lake, which is the center of intelligence, was almost paralyzed, and the few remaining people were so busy that they couldn't even take care of such trivial matters as sending a message to Xuanzong.Jiang Wuzhou had no choice but to go to a contact point farther away to deliver a message to Chi Heting, but when he came back, it was already sunset.

He handed over the tired and paralyzed horse to the dumb servant, and was about to go back to Qingsong Garden to see Cen Xi. When he stepped on the sidewalk, someone's face inexplicably flashed in his mind. Huan's study door.

"Pavilion Master, I won't be able to finish reading these files in a while, why don't you take a break and recover from your injuries..."

"Stop arguing with a sparrow in that Ula Ula, so free, go and sort out that pile for me, and sort them into categories."

"How can I do this, Pavilion Master... Pavilion Master!?"

There was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Jiang Wuzhou pushed open the door violently, and said to the panicked Feihong: "What are you doing in a daze, help him down to rest!"

Noon Qinghuan got up from under the table in embarrassment, and said in a daze, "Wu Zhou? You're back?"

Jiang Wuzhou reached out his hand to probe his forehead, his eyebrows almost twitched into a ball: "The burn is so severe, most likely the internal injury has worsened. Could it be that you didn't sleep well last night?"

Feihong interjected, "Master Jiang doesn't know something. The pavilion master has been reviewing files in the study since he came back from Qingsong Garden last night..."

"To shut up!"

"Bullshit!"

The two shouted in unison and looked at each other again.At noon, the pavilion master lowered his head, not daring to look him in the eye.

Jiang Wuzhou half-dragged and half-dragged the man to the bamboo bed and pressed him down, threw a blanket to him, and said coldly, "You don't want to live anymore?"

"But those piled up files..."

"Let me take a look." Jiang Wuzhou leaned over to pick up a volume, and tapped him gently on the forehead, "This is what I'm used to doing. Don't worry, reviewing the files is just doing it for you. It's limited to two days. Other problems are left to you to solve, and I will not interfere."

Noon Qinghuan felt badly burned, so he stopped insisting, wrapped the blanket tightly, and listened to the slight and regular sound of turning pages in a daze, and slowly closed his eyes.

As if everything is the same as before.

very nice.

He fell asleep peacefully.

The long-lost dream was slightly weird, as if soaked in water, icy cold, leading him slowly, slowly sinking into the bottom of the lake covered with moss and water plants.

There was a dark mass there, like a chained and drowned shadow.

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