Dress to be a celebrity

Before Song Shi returned to Beijing, he still missed Huan Ling a little bit, and gave him such a big stimulus as soon as he met... don't think about it anymore.He bent down, picked up the scarf and put it on his head again, and said helplessly, "Look, the scarf has fallen off. You can't talk well, wait until I put the scarf on... and then talk again?"

Huan Ling laughed lightly, took the long belt from his hand, turned to the back to tie it on for him, and said earnestly: "It's me, Meng Lang. I just haven't seen my junior brother for a month, and I saw you look a little thinner, so I lost my mind for a while. No matter how serious it is, I hugged you for some reason."

Still don't know how to hug it?

Hold him and throw it up!

If it weren't for the muscles all over his body, which were strong enough, he could have carried it over his shoulders like rice!

Song Shi gave him a look to let him understand, but Huan Ling didn't know if he understood, so he tied the turban belt carefully for him, then put his chin on his shoulder and said, "Although I just lost my mind for a while, if I didn't hug him like this Even if I hold you in my arms, I can't hear my junior brother calling my name."

He knew that Song Shi didn't respect him as a senior brother, and always wanted to call him younger and pretend to be an elder.But hearing him call out the titles hidden in his heart is more pleasing than just calling him Senior Brother.

He pecked at Song Shi's ear, but was finally pushed away by Song Shi shaking his shoulders, touched his chin and said with a smile: "It's getting late, let's go to the courtyard to eat something, and I'll tell you about Beijing slowly when I come back." The change."

Song Shi couldn't help but touched the place next to his ear, and when he heard a smile in his voice, he suddenly realized something was wrong, quickly withdrew his hands, swung his sleeves heavily, and strode out the door .

The weather at the end of April in the lunar calendar will be June in the Gregorian calendar. Even in the north, the temperature is not low.The wine sent by the store is cold and slightly sweet and sour rice wine, with bad fish, rouge goose breast, wind chicken, smoked sausage, dried longan, dried lychee, pickled crabapple, dried apricot, tender lotus root and fresh water chestnut, etc. You can save the box and have a cup first to cool off the heat and relax.

Song Shi took the main seat first, Huan Ling went over and did not sit down, but first ordered all the servants to have dinner in the backyard, and they wanted to talk about court affairs.After everyone left, he took the initiative to pour wine from the pot, holding the cup and said: "Junior brother just came back from hometown, this cup is for you to wash away the wind and cleanse the dust, junior brother and drink this cup full."

Song Shi drank it without saying a word, and wanted to pour a glass in return for him, but Huan Ling poured another glass to congratulate him that the badminton he made was very popular in Beijing: after all, this badminton is not only fun, but also more interesting.Whether it is an official who feels innocent or a scholar who is looking forward to taking advantage of the sky, they all regard badminton as their sustenance.

He blinked, and said with some mystery: "His Royal Highness Zhou also praised your badminton. During the days when you were not in Beijing, Zhou Wang once called me to the palace to have an audience. When talking about you, he asked me about badminton and badminton. Your Song edition book even mentioned the fact that the Holy Majesty asked you to compile and print the books in the Chinese secret library. It can be seen that His Highness has a very good impression of you. Now your colleagues have asked the emperor to let the king of Zhou go to the Six Departments to practice, and you will have the opportunity to meet in person Visited."

In Song Dynasty, King Zhou was the predecessor and successor. Although the king of Zhou was magnanimous, he felt embarrassed when he thought about it, so he avoided mentioning it and only asked: "The king of Zhou has a noble status. Playing badminton will not be said to be a plaything. Right? If someone criticizes His Royal Highness King Zhou for this, I will feel guilty."

Huan Ling smiled and shook his head: "That's not true. The palace has always loved Cuju, Go, and the joy of a hundred operas. King Zhou's love of badminton is only his noble image. I love your badminton, and I feel that this ball is a ball for fitness and nourishment, not something that makes people indulge in things, and it will not be impeached for no reason."

Speaking of playing ball, the emperor loves it more than the king of Zhou.King Zhou was quiet and introverted by nature, but he still liked reading more. He didn't spend as much time playing ball as writing poems and paintings on the ball.

Song Shi thought of those people playing alone on the way back, and finally couldn't hold back his smile: "Those people are not playing ball, playing ball is better than picking up more balls. Fortunately, they can continue to play. Let's occupy a big place tomorrow. , I will teach you how to play a few games, so that people can see how badminton is played!"

He was full of energy, gearing up, wishing he could take a rest tomorrow.Huan Ling was happy just seeing his excited appearance, and agreed with a smile: "Let's go to Lingquan Temple the day after tomorrow. There is a big empty field in the temple there, and there is also a temple fair. We can have a good time for a few days."

It's just that Song Shi is too famous, and someone will invite him to host the literary meeting.

Song Shi shook his head with a smile: "I can borrow my father's official status and reputation in Fujian, who will recognize me in Beijing? If someone wants to hold a literary conference, I will do it myself. At most, we will be judges and teachers. It doesn't take much effort to comment on it casually."

He has always been modest, and he didn't think he could be so charming, so he excitedly arranged the itinerary for mountain pilgrimage, playing ball, and visiting temple fairs during the long vacation, and discussed with Huan Ling: "My mother agreed to move to Beijing, and my brothers will host at home." As for moving, you can help me with my staff, I want to buy a good house in the city."

Pick a place with a good view, a spacious place, and not too expensive, and set up a big yard for their family to live in.

Huan Ling had been carefully looking for a place for him, and immediately said: "If the price is right and it's close to the city, there's no way to go through Ertiao Hutong in the east of the city; If the surrounding scenery is good, you will have a good view when you go out. There is a nice house next to the west end of the palace city. The place is spacious, and not far from the city is the famous Shoushan Academy. I think Xiya is a good place."

Xiya...isn't it Shichahai?

The place is really good. Yinding Guanshan, one of the eight small scenic spots in Yanshan Mountain, is located in Shichahai. You can enjoy lotus in summer, landscape in spring and autumn, and ice skating and winter fishing on the frozen river in winter.There are also many scenic spots around. When he was in college, he went to Beijing with his classmates during the summer vacation. He had visited Prince Gong's Mansion, Prince Qing's Mansion, various Baylor Mansions and Beizi Mansions, and many former residences of celebrities.

Nowadays, there is a high probability that the princes will not be born, and the former residence of the celebrity... I am afraid that he will move there, and it is more likely that his former residence will be seen by celebrities in a few hundred years.In a few decades, maybe Li Dongyang, the famous old man of the Ming Dynasty, will be born. Should he invest in advance and become a neighbor with a celebrity?

He subconsciously tapped the table with his chopsticks, seriously considering whether he should pick the puddle.

Huan Ling saw that he was thinking about moving and had no intention of eating, and that Zhang's family and cooks were all eating in the small courtyard behind, and there was no one around, so he took a piece of clean goose breast and put it in his mouth.

Song Shi was absent-minded, he opened his mouth and ate it when he handed it to his lips, and then peeled a tender water chestnut and ate it as well... The way he feeds and eats in this way is so cute, Huan Ling couldn't help picking up vegetables on the table, and picked fish bones Peeled the shrimp shells again, and fed him all his favorite food.

Song Shi also had a good time, so he just doodled on the table with the tip of his chopsticks, studied the room type and location, and ate whatever people fed him.Huan Ling picked up the wine glass again and handed it to his mouth, but he still bit down, almost chewing the porcelain cup, before he realized something was wrong.

How did he eat just now?

Isn't Huan Ling sitting across the table? When did he change to horizontal?What was put in his mouth just now was not food, but a wine glass?

He licked the wine splashed on his lips, and looked back at Huan Ling suspiciously.Huan Ling had just drank that glass of wine, seeing him looking at him like this, the icy liqueur in his mouth seemed to be on fire, burning up, he couldn't help leaning forward to kiss him, and fed the wine in his mouth .

The originally cold and heart-warming sweet wine burned all the way from Song Shi's mouth into his stomach. He swallowed the wine with his eyes closed before he dared to take a breath, but he didn't dare to open his eyes again.

Huan Ling's face was close to his, as long as he opened his eyes, he would definitely meet the face that had given too much impact to his fragile, strong, straight heart.The two of them were not sitting close to each other, so Huan Ling probably stood beside him, bowed his waist and kissed him, because this bending posture was uncomfortable, with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip The weight of his legs and half of his body was on him.

It's really heavy.

How can a person who doesn't lift iron, who is no more than two or three centimeters taller than him, be so heavy?

Song Shi was so crushed that his waist trembled, his mind was thinking wildly, and finally he came to one thing——

What if the family members in the backyard come out after dinner?What if someone comes to deliver food?

Could it be that they were going to come out on the spot? !Or do they blame all the faults on Fujian's ethos, saying that they just borrowed from the Fujian-style expression of brotherhood?

His mind turned slower and slower, his fingers honestly grabbed Huan Ling's sleeve, and raised his neck upwards.Huan Ling stroked his hot cheeks, which were gradually becoming radiant due to alcohol or shyness, and a low sigh escaped from his lips: "Our Shiguan is really sincere."

No!It's not that his willpower is weak, it's that the enemy is too powerful!

Song Shi firmly maintained the straight man's last dignity, and Huan Ling insisted on not making a sound on the way to carry him back to the house, refusing to disturb the family members in the backyard.Huan Ling threw him on the Arhat bed by the window, pulled down the bamboo curtain, put his left hand on the mat above his shoulder, and looked down at his dying struggle.

Struggling for the final line between straight and curved!

With a smile on the corner of Huan Ling's mouth, he gently comforted him, sending out a low, hoarse, devilish temptation.

"Shiguan, let me help you."

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Regardless of the brotherhood in the capital and the brotherhood in Fujian, it is quite common for boys to help each other.

Song Shi savored life on the cool bed for a while, half-closed his eyes and rebuked Huan Ling: "You are so unreserved! You are the face of the court...you do this kind of thing in the open day! I will come tomorrow According to the report from the Imperial Academy, I don’t know what the head of the academy has assigned me to do, I should have recharged my batteries today..."

Asking him to make such a toss, is there still energy to raise!

Huan Ling's brows and eyes were filled with tenderness. He sat on the bedside and listened to his generous discussion. He took his hand and put it on his body, and said in a low voice, "Shiguan'er's words are unreasonable. Look outside, it's not clear sky and day long ago gone."

Although it was not too late, the afterglow of the setting sun was falling all over the ground. It was time for ordinary people to get ready for bed.

He picked up Song Shi's trembling hand as if it was hot, kissed his fingertips lightly, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow is your first time entering the duty station, so I won't bother you to recharge your batteries. Wait for Song Shibo Go to Beijing with your aunt, brothers and sisters-in-law, and I'll talk about it after I get on your Song family's genealogy."