I was engaged in construction in ancient times

Duan Shubai laughed, and patted Xiao Yuhe's head through the quilt. After stroking, he turned around and left with big strides. Xiao Yuhe in the quilt heard his footsteps getting farther and farther away, and couldn't help popping out his head with red eyes. Come, shout: "Hey! Are you really going?"

It's fine if you hit him, but you don't coax him more, accompany him, and you really walk away?asshole.

"Didn't you tell me to get lost?" Duan Shubai turned around and pointed to his nose.

Xiao Yuhe said angrily, "Then I'll call you over now, I want you to accompany me."

Duan Shubai shook his head helplessly, then walked back, sat on the ground beside the bed freely, looked at Xiao Yuhe who was lying on the bed with only one head exposed, combed his upturned hair for him, stretched out his hand Pointing to his own eyes, "Look carefully, I haven't closed my eyes since you fell into a coma, and the eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, can you just let your husband find a place to sleep well?"

Xiao Yuhe looked into his eyes for a moment, saw the cobweb-covered blood in his eyes, and the unconcealable tiredness on his face, feeling distressed and remorseful in his heart.

He wrapped the quilt tightly around his body, like a huge silkworm baby, moved his legs and feet inside, accidentally touched the wound on his buttocks, and finally vacated the position of the boss. He pointed at the open space on the bed with his thin chin, and said with his eyes slightly disapproving: "This is our room, and the bed is also our bed. If you don't go to bed and rest, where else do you want to go?"

Hearing this, Duan Shubai chuckled lightly, and jokingly said, "I haven't showered in two or three days, and—" He leaned over and touched Xiao Yuhe's cheek with his chin.

Xiao Yuhe pushed him away in disgust, "There's stubble, it hurts people."

Duan Shubai smiled: "Can you let me go now?"

"No." Xiao Yuhe twitched his lips, "I don't dislike you, I hugged you just now... You are still a man, come up if you are told."

Duan Shubai was dissatisfied, stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Yuhe's face, and warned and threatened: "You dare to suspect that your husband is not a man, when you recover..."

Xiao Yuhe squinted his eyes, stretched out a hand and pointed at Duan Shubai's back, and said contemptuously, "I wondered what's wrong? Who told you to hit me with that little 'thin stick' just now, hmph."

Duan Shubai: "..."

His husband is also very good at talking dirty.

"You're still reasonable." Duan Shubai took a deep breath, climbed onto the bed, and lay side by side with Xiao Yuhe, staring at the silkworm baby in front of him with a pair of phoenix eyes. He came over, and the two were lying on the same bed. He hugged the thin and lonely Bai Shoushou, and groped his back with his big hand, threatening again: "Next time, hit you with a 'thick' stick."

"Don't mess around, hiss, I'm in pain, let go." Xiao Yuhe struggled.

Duan Shubai stopped when he touched his tailbone, "Don't move around, I'll let you go."

Xiao Yuhe raised his hands to cover his eyes, and urged: "Didn't you say you want to sleep, close your eyes quickly, don't open them, don't talk."

"Okay, then I'll sleep, you sleep with me."

"Ah."

Xiao Yuhe let go of his hand with a sweet smile and saw Duan Shubai closed his eyes. After a while, his breathing became steady. Xiao Yuhe put his hand on his chin and looked at his rough sleeping face with a smile. After a long time, I stretched my body up, and kissed him on the cheek like a dragonfly skimming the water, then pressed against Duan Shubai's shoulder, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

The room was quiet for a while, Duan Shubai opened his eyes, took the sleeping person beside him into his arms, closed his eyes again, and fell asleep completely.

Half an hour later, Xiao Yuhe opened his eyes first and woke up. He had been in a coma for two or three days, but he really didn't feel much sleepy. After a short sleep, he woke up refreshed again.

After applying medicine to the wound on the buttocks, as long as you don't move around and don't involve the wound, you won't feel any pain.

He rolled his eyes, looked at Duan Shubai's peaceful sleeping face, smiled silently in his heart, and came up with an idea, Xiao Yuhe tiptoedly escaped from Duan Shubai's embrace with great effort.

He patted himself on the chest, but luckily, he didn't wake anyone up.

Xiao Yuhe supported his lower back, stood up on the bed, lifted his feet over Duan Shubai's body, got out of the bed, and stepped on the ground with his bare feet. During the whole process, he forcibly covered his mouth, and tears came out of his eyes. Made a slight cry of pain: "Uh...it hurts."

He turned his head and carefully glanced at the bed, but it was okay, he didn't wake up.

Then his eyes changed to complaining, looking at Duan Shubai's back, he cursed again in his heart while clutching his buttocks which were less painful.

"asshole!"

While cursing in his heart, he took out two pairs of rabbit fur socks and put them on for himself, and wrapped them in a large fox fur cloak. After they were fully equipped, Xiao Yu and he were going to "destroy corpses and wipe out traces".

Walking to the red case, picking up the thin red stick, Xiao Yu said inwardly, "I still want to make it a family heirloom, so I'll burn it today."

He turned his head to look at someone's back: Wait until you wake up and be dumbfounded.

He groaned softly with his hips in his hands, and then walked forward with his hands on his buttocks.

There was still a charcoal fire burning in the room, so he went to add new charcoal. Xiao Yuhe didn't know how to burn the charcoal fire, so he just picked up a few pieces of charcoal and threw them down, and impatiently put the red stick in his hand into it to burn.

The thin stick was painted with red paint, and after burning for a long time it failed to burn. Xiao Yuhe pulled out the end of the stick to have a look, and died of anger.

Needing to find some paper or something to burn, Xiao Yuhe scanned the room for a while, and saw a few stacks of paper randomly stacked on the shelf over there, he limped over with a stick, grabbed a handful look up.

It was a Buddhist scripture, Xiao Yuhe froze on the spot, his cheeks were flushed, could it be...

Take a closer look, the handwriting is flamboyant and frivolous. Although the owner of the handwriting has tried hard to write it honestly and seriously, the handwriting is still very flamboyant - it must not have been written by him, Xiao Yuhe.

The handwriting was so obvious, Xiao Yuhe turned his head and looked at the bed through the curtain, it was written by someone.

Xiao Yuhe was secretly delighted, he obviously cared about him very much, he must be very happy when he woke up, and he pretended to be serious in front of him, taught him with a straight face, and spanked his ass, hum.

He carefully held the white paper full of words in his arms, compared with the broken stick, this thing is almost used as a family heirloom, Xiao Yuhe smiled and whispered: "You care about me so much, you dare to hit me."

For the sake of his sincerity and hard work, I can barely forgive him.

But you must not keep this stick in your hand! ! ! ! !

Xiao Yuhe carefully piled up the Buddhist scriptures copied by Duan Shubai, and put them together with the ones he copied. He opened the hidden compartment, and the contents inside were obviously turned over. Remembering that the other party had read the things he wrote, Xiao Yu He blushed with embarrassment in his heart.

Xiao Yuhe angrily picked up the stick and the white paper that hadn't been written on, and pulled a pot of wine that Duan Shubai liked, if you dare to peek at my things, pour your wine.

Squatting in front of the charcoal fire, Xiao Yuhe squatted down and arranged the paper, wine and sticks, thinking to himself, should he burn the paper first or pour some wine first?

Or break the stick first?

Xiao Yuhe broke the stick with all his might, although the stick was thin, it wasn't something a skinny young man like him who had just recovered from a serious illness could break.

Let's burn it directly and dip it in some wine.

Xiao Yuhe poured the wine on the stick, and suddenly a deep voice came from behind: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Yuhe was startled, looked back quickly, stood and hid the stick behind him, "Why are you getting up, didn't you say you want to rest?"

Duan Shubai sat on the bed, supported the bed board with his hands and looked at him with a smile: "I think you seem to be burning something?"

Xiao Yuhe shook his head, smiled and said, "I just got up and I feel a little cold, let's add some charcoal fire."

"Really?" Duan Shubai smiled, "I thought you were going to burn paper and pour wine for our family heirloom."

Xiao Yuhe narrowed his eyes, "You really woke up a long time ago."

"If you don't wake up, you will burn our house down."

"Be good, don't play with fire."

Duan Shubai walked over and hugged Xiao Yuhe by the waist, Xiao Yuhe struggled, "Let go of me, it hurts like hell, you touched my wound, it hurts so much."

"It hurts you and still running around?" Duan Shubai patted his little butt.

With tears in the corners of Xiao Yuhe's eyes, he insisted: "Anyway, that stick can't be kept."

Duan Shubai was helpless, "You really think I want to treat it as a family heirloom? Stupid thing, don't move around, after the injury is healed, you can do whatever you want."

"Anyway, I can't keep it, lest you hit me with it next time."

Duan Shubai bowed his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, coaxing him: "Don't worry, I will beat you with that thick stick next time."

"But..." Xiao Yuhe was depressed, no matter what, he was at a loss.

"Take good care of your body, eat early and get fatter, you know?"

Xiao Yu and Wing Wing were carried back to the bed. Seeing that he didn't want to sleep, Duan Shubai simply waited on his little husband and wiped his body for him. The two of them took a bath together and changed into clean clothes.

When searching and arresting people in Xinyang City a few days ago, Duan Shubai's people accidentally caught a scholar who cursed him in private.

Said he was a wolf-hearted, wolf-minded, treasonous and rebel soldier, a traitor and a traitor...

Duan Shubai really did not expect that there were such people in his city - "loyal to the emperor and patriotic".