Your Majesty, it's polite

As soon as the door closed, Qian Duoqing's loud voice came from outside: "Yun Shu, Yun Shu, we're bringing the wine."

Coincidentally, they just ordered delivery, and now they have two more food.

There is no such thing as accurate fortune-telling when you get up from the stage.

Pushing open the door, Qian Duoqing and Meng Sansheng looked at the table full of delicacies and wines, and smiled at each other after being dazed.

"It's better to come early than to come by coincidence."

Waving to the back, let the servants add the wine and food they bought.

Mingyue and Qingquan hurriedly brought chairs and set up the dishes.

Tang Yunshu tapped Meng Sansheng's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile, "Have you learned fortune telling?"

Whether it's early or late, the food and wine will come on the table, and the smell is not so accurate.

"Of course, how can you be your brother without any hassle?" Qian Duoqing sat down beside him, pouring out the flagon by himself.

Meng Duosheng and Qian Duoqing sat next to each other, Tang Yunshu and Xiao Yiting faced each other, and Mahayana helped pour the wine.

Xiao Yiting was about to take the glass, but accidentally knocked off the glass with his hand, and the wine spilled all over his sleeve.

Everyone paused, Mingyue and Qingquan hurriedly took silk handkerchiefs.

"Master, change your clothes."

The sleeves were almost completely soaked and uncomfortable to wear.

Xiao Yiting said coldly: "It's okay, it's just that the cuffs are wet."

The weather is in early autumn, and it is not cold, so it doesn't matter if you change it or not.

Tang Yunshu got up and sat down beside him, jokingly said, "Brother Xian is really weak without me by his side."

The moment he sat beside him, the familiar fragrance wafted into his nostrils. The clear and sweet fragrance made him intoxicated like wine.

"The wine Yun Shu pours is always very fragrant."

Xiao Yiting thought that he had always been a serious person, but in front of Yun Shu, he always seemed to be a different person.

Qian Duoqing watched as his brother poured wine for Xiao Yiting, and personally delivered it to his palm, taking care of him carefully.

He lightly touched Meng Sansheng with his elbow, his eyes were full of evil spirits.

Meng Sansheng didn't notice where, and whispered to him: "Why does the more you look at it, the more ambiguous it becomes?"

"En." Nodding, Qian Duoqing said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The more I look at it, the more I feel that the atmosphere between these two is always wrong."

At first they thought it was their own delusion, but as time passed, they started to think in that direction.

"Yun Shu, what kind of hobby do you have?"

No, they grew up together, why didn't they notice anything unusual.

"We haven't noticed it all these years, maybe he didn't know it himself."

This word can convince them, otherwise how to explain.

"No, our brother is such a shrewd and ruthless person, how could it be possible..."

"Brother, you forgot that some people are always particularly slow in terms of feelings."

Didn't Uncle Wen say that when God closes a window, it will open another window.

Tang Yunshu picked up the chopsticks and aimed at the two of them, raising eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

Whispering to each other, with a wretched face, do you owe a slap?

"No, we didn't say anything."

Feeling guilty, the two shook their heads and responded in unison.

Tang Yunshu didn't believe them, and poured wine for himself: "What have you been up to these days?"

Only then did Meng Sansheng remember the purpose of this trip, put down his chopsticks and looked at him with a smile: "Yun Shu, we want to do something big, are you coming?"

"Yes." When Qian Duoqing said this, he immediately regained his spirits: "You have heard that rabbit fur cloaks are popular in Kyoto recently. I want you to design some styles. The three of us will work together to cut off the business in this area of ​​Kyoto."

Yunshu's unique design is unique in Jingcheng, and every time there is a new product, it is sold out by Jingcheng women.

There are a lot of rabbit merchants in Jingcheng, and the quality and output of fur they produce is also one of the best in the country.

In the past, they sold the whole piece of fur to merchants, but they never took over the business in person.

"No problem." Tang Yunshu turned his head to Xiao Yiting and said, "Brother Yan, what do you think?"

Qian Duoqing hurriedly said: "That's right, brother Yan, you know more about the situation in Kyoto than we do."

They had never been to Kyoto, and Yan Shang didn't know about it.

Xiao Yiting's expression was slightly cold: "Duke Cheng's daughter owns the most famous fur clothing firm in all of Kyoto, with extremely high profits and almost no competitiveness. Her husband's family is Prince Xinjun, and no one dares to touch her."

The implication is very simple, if they really want to develop this aspect in the capital, it may not be easy.

Touching her chin, Tang Yunshu smiled like a fox: "I've decided, I've decided on the capital."

So what about the rich and powerful, his secret forces are not vegetarian either.

Qian Duoqing and Meng Sansheng's eyes lit up, they raised their thumbs up at him, and said in unison: "Bull!"

Haha,

They also prepared a large set of rhetoric, which turned out to be useless.

Hehe, as long as Yun Shu is willing to make a move, they can make money in the capital city.

"Come, have a drink, respect brother Yan."

"I'll come too. As long as Brother Yan is willing to cooperate with us, it will definitely be a win-win situation."

They drank until midnight, Qian Duoqing and Meng Sansheng were helped into the carriage by the servants and left.

The night was cool, and the backyard of the hospital was quiet. Tang Yunshu leaned on Xiao Yiting with eyes full of drunkenness, clutching his sleeves tightly, with a naive look on his face.

Mahayana whispered: "It's broken, I didn't expect this wine to have such a high alcohol content."

"It's okay." Xiao Yiting raised his hand, his tone was slightly warm: "Go and bring a bowl of honey water."

"But son."

Mahayana was a little worried when he thought of his young master's drunken temperament.

Qingquan put his arms around his shoulders and pushed him away: "It's okay, the bright moon is here."

Xiao Yiting's body moved slightly, his palm was held, the warm touch made his heart beat like thunder.

The left hand caressed the cheek that was resting on the shoulder, the tentacles were warm, and the heart trembled, knowing that he had touched his lips.

Just when he was about to withdraw his hand, Tang Yunshu subconsciously opened his mouth to enclose his fingers.

The fingers were wrapped in blazing heat, and a current surged from the fingertips, passing through the wrist, crossing the arm, rushing into the chest cavity, and going straight down.

Breathing suddenly became heavier, Xiao Yiting hurriedly pulled out his fingers, curled up under the cover of his sleeves, rubbed lightly, and held the warmth tightly in his palms.

Tang Yunshu opened his drunken eyes, suddenly stretched out his hands to hold Xiao Yiting's face, and smiled innocently.

After hiccupping, Tang Yunshu rubbed his face and said drunkenly, "You. You look so good-looking."

He is the best-looking man I have ever seen, and he has a good temper, but he is a bit cold.

Xiao Yiting stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, coaxing him softly: "Then Yun Shu, do you dislike me for being blind?"

"Why do you dislike it?" Shaking his head, Tang Yunshu pursed his lips coquettishly: "If you were a woman, I would marry you. Do you like me?"

"what?"

Xiao Yiting widened his pupils in astonishment, his mind was filled with the sound of his heart beating like a drum.

Tang Yunshu frowned displeased, pinched his face and shouted drunkenly: "Why don't you like me, I'm so good-looking."

Hmph, he is the most handsome boy in Jingcheng.

He has known this since he was a child.

Xiao Yiting swallowed secretly, looking forward to it: "Yun Shu, do you like me very much?"

Holding his shoulders, Tang Yunshu, who was very drunk, grinned innocently like a child: "Kiss me, and I'll tell you."

Bang. .The bowl in Mahayana's hand fell to the ground, and his eyeballs were bigger than copper bells.

Tang Yunshu is now like a three-year-old child, not knowing what he is doing at all.

Looking up, Xiao Yiting looked at him in surprise, grinned foolishly, raised his head and kissed his lips.

It is as warm as the softest pastry in the world, sweet, soft, and oozes with the most mellow aroma of wine, it only makes Xiao Yiting's heart drunk in just a moment.

Mahayana covered his mouth, his eyeballs almost fell to the ground, he was so shocked that he even forgot to say anything.

Mingyue and Qingquan looked at their master and didn't push him away, they didn't say no, and they didn't say no, they just stayed where they were.

It's not that Xiao Yiting didn't come back to his senses, he realized that he didn't want to push away.

Stretching out his hand, he hugged his slender and flexible waist tightly, and for the first time, some things that were not suitable for children appeared in his mind.

Just when he was about to make a move, Tang Yunshu let him go, buried his head in his shoulder, and said in a soft and coquettish voice, "It's so uncomfortable."

Xiao Yiting secretly suppressed the throbbing in his heart, his voice was hoarse: "Where's the honey water?"

With Bao Shuang sandwiched between the slightly cold voice, Mahayana trembled in fright, turned around and ran out quickly.

Not long after I came back, I was holding another bowl of nectar water in my hand, thankful that I made an extra bowl.

"Patriarch Yan, your eyesight hasn't recovered yet, come down."

"Ah."

Xiao Yiting responded, but he didn't let go of Tang Yunshu.

Mahayana held the nectar water, trembling in his heart, let go of my young master!

How can he feed him with such a tight hug?

Stepping forward, putting the bowl on the table, Mahayana looked at him respectfully: "Patriarch Yan, please give me the master first."

Xiao Yiting still didn't move: "Yun Shu hugged me."

When Mahayana heard this, he immediately stepped forward to pull Tang Yunshu: "My lord, can you drink some nectar hydrolysis bar?"

Tomorrow morning, let's see how you meet Patriarch Yan.

"I don't want it." Tang Yunshu shook his head, Yili Rushu's face showed strong dissatisfaction: "Hey."

Mingyue and Qingquan covered their faces, completely unable to believe that this is the usual gentle and gentle son.

Where is the high-spirited young man, who is basically a three-year-old child.

Xiao Yiting stretched out his palm, signaling Mahayana to put the nectar water in his palm.

As soon as Mahayana put down, he didn't say anything, Tang Yunshu immediately leaned forward obediently and gulped down the nectar water in one gulp.

Pushing the bowl away, he nestled in Xiao Yiting's arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep soundly.

Hearing his calm breathing, Xiao Yiting stretched out his hand to push him away, and secretly decided that he must never let him get drunk again.

Tang Yunshu hugged her too tightly, finally Xiao Yiting came to his bed with half arms and half arms, and the two slept together.

Mahayana glanced at the bed curtains that had been put down, and after closing the door, he muttered to himself: "It's strange, I used to love acting like a baby, but why did I stick to my patriarch so much?"

In the past, the young master liked to act like a baby when he was drunk, but he never had the habit of kissing and hugging, especially strangers, he would not let others get close at all.

Twice drunk, he loved to hug Patriarch Yan, and even stole relatives.

Clutching his forehead, Mahayana felt a bit of a headache, young master, it's not really good for Long Yang.

In the dark bed, Xiao Yiting hugged her tenderly into his arms, his slender and warm fingertips gently traced every piece of skin on his face, forehead, brow bone, eyelids, nose, chin, and finally fell on it for a long time. on the lips.

"Yun Shu."

Two words, like the most beautiful and affectionate poem in the world, can't be lingered for a long time.