Chapter 193: ginger soup, heartbeat, guilty of getting up.

Two people look at each other.

Without saying anything, Xiaochi Chi already guessed it: "He went to see the pigeons?"

Ying Lou nods.

Ziling Chu is Tingyun Shi's personal servant, so naturally he cannot leave the house at will, but in order to build up the trust of Nan Southern's internal forces, his network of contacts with Nan Southern must not be broken.

He had to go secretly in the middle of the night to get the hemlock poison from the Nan Southerners who followed the Turkic caravan into Wang City, so it was clear that meeting and communicating with outsiders could only be done occasionally, and he had to be prepared for both, just in case.

If you're really in bed with someone outside of the house, passing messages regularly, it's hard not to get caught.

Therefore, it is not difficult to deduce that Ziling Chu secretly kept a pigeon of his own among the dozens of carrier pigeons kept in the general's residence.

Tingyun Shi trusts him completely and sends all his letters to him.

Xiaochi Chi put up his pen, took the ink in the ink stone and scribbled on the paper: "take the general's rice to feed their own pigeons, this soft rice he ate is really grand, but also brought a lunch box packed."

Ying Lou couldn't help but laugh.

Ying Lou swung the wheelchair closer: "I was just pretty mean to him."

Xiaochi Chi didn't care and said, "How mean can you be."

Ying Lou laughed.

He didn't know what his past self was like, but he liked the current Xiaochi Chi, didn't mind his scheming and calculating, and liked it a lot.

Xiaochi Chi thought of him in this way, making him quite an idol baggage.

Ying Lou said, "It's time for him to start watching out for me."

Xiaochi Chi concentrated on writing and drawing on paper: "Nothing, if he dares to lay hands on you, I will pour his ashes into the sea, the boss a circle of graves, every now and then can also feed a seagull, feed a fish or something, humane, one-stop service, 360 degrees sea view room ...... "

Xiaochi Chi This mouth is real ......

Ying Lou patiently listened to his nonsense to come up with a bunch of selling graves little brother's kowtow, before gently saying: "I'm just a little sorry that I can't help you a little more in my current state."

Xiaochi Chi's heart fluttered and he turned his head to look at him.

Ying Lou is a very measured person, will not be easy to be strong, more know how to show weakness.

Xiaochi Chi looked at him and said, "You just have to be there."

Ying Lou laughs, "That's an easy request, it could be a little harder."

Xiaochi Chi said, "Play futsal with me."

He pushes the grid-filled paper through.

Ying Lou penned the book and played with him in the military tent, playing the same games that elementary school students play in class.

At night, the two people's couch was still placed in one place.

The marching couch is on the small side, and the two sheets put together are still not quite enough.

Tingyun Shi is tall, eight feet, long hands and feet, when fighting in the past, he also did not like to sleep in bed, the best is only a roll of bamboo mat, a thin quilt, a random floor bunk will be.

However, this time he is accompanied by Shu A, who is an all-rounder.

Shu A refused to allow him to play on the floor, saying that he had seen dragonflies on the road today, and that the clouds were low in the evening, and that it was going to rain at night, so it was easy to sleep on the floor, and Zi Gong did not feel it now that he was young, but if his joints were damaged when he was older, it would be very bad, nagging Xiaochi Chi about his joint pain.

As Shu A said, a light rain began to fall outside around 11:00 pm.

As it was early spring, it was still a bit chilly, so Shu A took care of Master Zi Gong with thick bedding and soup maids.

It was about three minutes past eleven o'clock.

Ziling Chu went to see the pigeon cage and set up the sheet, and then he was called by some acquaintances who had gone to war with him and laughed for a while before returning to Zi Gong's tent with an oil-paper umbrella.

A flash of fire takes a small leap in front of the tent.

Ziling Chu came forward with an umbrella and saw that Yeshu Li was building a fire.

The light of the fire lit his face red, and the small iron pot in front of him was flooded with the fragrance of ginger.

Ziling Chu took the initiative to go up and say hello: "Giving yourself a little treat."

Yeshu Li was hot and sweaty from the fire and couldn't stop beating the small fan in his hand: "You really have a strong mouth, you smell it, right?"

He took a small porcelain bowl and handed a small spoonful to Ziling Chu.

Ziling Chu took it and jokingly said, "So little."

Yeshu Li closed the lid: "This is the purple ginger bought from the Turkic people, I heard it is especially good for stomach cold. You have a different physique from Zi Gong master, your stomach is not cold, the fire is still strong, drink less, just taste a fresh."

Ziling Chu gave an imperceptible lurch, and the ginger soup in his mouth flowed all the way to his stomach, and he felt no comfort, only choking.

In the past, when he entered the general's residence, he accidentally met a fellow member of Nan Southern's clan and should have been happy.

One kind of water and soil can raise a hundred kinds of people, since you can't count on him, you don't count on it.

Ziling Chu refuses to trust anyone but herself.

However, seeing Yeshu Li ingratiate himself with a foreigner, a sinner, still makes Ziling Chu feel pathetic and lowly.

He has always been good at hiding his emotions, so Yeshu Li is not aware of it and still rambles on about his new master: "Serving Master Zi Gong for the past half month, I have gained a lot of insights. Master Zi Gong is thoughtful and dreamy at night and is prone to convulsions, so he can only fall asleep again after drinking some hot soup. It's raining this day, so some ginger soup would be most comfortable."

He put away the umbrella, squatted into the sheet, and spoke in a gentle voice: "You really treat Zi Gong master well."

Yeshu Li said, "This is what we should do as slaves."

Ziling Chu does not answer, smiling on the surface, as if agreeing with him, but in his heart, he snickers.

...... who is "we" with you.

Ziling Chu looked regretful: "I always felt that Zi Gong didn't like me very much."

Yeshu Li didn't care: "It's okay, if something is not right, just change it. You have never served another master, you don't know what those boys are like."

"The general's residence does not accept young women as slaves, this is the rule, you know." Yeshu Li said, "At that time, Qing A was very young, just grown to table height, it was the general's decision to send Qing A to be Miss Qi's little maid. Miss Qi was gentle and quiet, a good master, but every time I visited my family, I heard Qing A talk about the affairs of the house, but I was always staggered. Just last month, there was a boy in Qi Er Zi Gong's courtyard, who grew up with Qi Er Zi Gong, and was caught selling the master's things. Who said anything? The QI family is said to be strict in the governance of the family. Look at our family Zi Gong ......"

Ziling Chu is a pretty good listener, thinking about her own thoughts, but also distracted by Yeshu Li's chatter and the appropriate "hmms" and "yeses" at key points.

If he did not have this smooth skill and wisdom, he would not have been liked by Tingyun Shi.

In the time it took Yeshu Li to write a short essay in praise of Zi Gong, he had already made several plans.

This surname Yu is really not easy to deal with, sour nature, mean, the most important thing is that he is sharp, sensitive mind, is quite difficult to deal with people.

In the past, he was not allowed to see the light of day, and Ziling Chu did not take him seriously.

But today the situation is different again.

He has been in and out with Zi Gong all day long, and is very close, and cannot be easily moved.

Since it is not possible to kill, then more to please is.

After deciding this idea, Yeshu Li also began his concluding statement: "...... Zi Gong Division has been considered generous, if in front of other noblemen, not to mention calling themselves by their names, 'you' ah 'I' nonsense name, will be punished."

The reminder was well-intentioned, but it inadvertently stung Ziling Chu.

Punished?

When Zi Gong was young and had too much fun outside, he had to eat the cane with him and confess that he was wrong and would take care of Zi Gong in the future.

When he was ridiculed by Yuanzhao Yan as a child for "climbing a good branch" and "being a real smooth person", he had to smile and say that I didn't dare.

Did he deserve this treatment given his lineage?

He properly collected his heart's injustice and did not let it show on the surface: "I know. When the ginger soup is ready, I will send it in for Master Zi Gong."

At that, Yeshu Li's heart was relieved.

After he lost his parents, his grandparents were old and his younger sister was weak, so he was used to taking care of everyone, so he was a little worried that Ziling Chu, who had not been reprimanded for a long time, would have some problems with Zi Gong's teacher and cause discord between them.

He smiled with his eyebrows and said, "Yes, yes, yes. Later when the ginger soup is cooked ......"

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and was busy putting down his bushel fan, rising to salute: "Thirteenth prince!"

It was close to Yuanheng Yan's daily bedtime. He changed into civilian clothes, washed up, and sat by the couch for a while, feeling a bit homesick for Tingyun Shi.

In the past, he would have missed this when he was in the palace, but then he could not leave the palace at will, lying down and thinking about it, he fell asleep.

And now, Tingyun Shi is just a foot's throw away.

He went out the door with his umbrella and quickly went to Tingyun Shi's tent and saw that he had left only a lamp in his tent and should be asleep, then he realized that he could not explain one tenth of the oddity of his move with "ghosts and gods".

He turned calmly and approached with his umbrella: "Hush. Soojung has rested?"

Ziling Chu replied, "Back to the Thirteenth Prince, yes."

Yuanheng Yan casually asked, "Why are you so early?"

In his impression, Tingyun Shi love to laugh and play, back to Wang City these days, often with the sixth royal brother rafting on the lake, listening to pipa, appreciate the beauty, the midnight party returned, free very ......

...... is the sixth royal brother again.

Good thing this time is not the sixth royal brother with the army to the border, otherwise Yun Ting if it is difficult to help, it is not allowed to ......

Yuanheng Yan was vaguely happy when he heard Ziling Chu say, "Master Zi Gong is not well and needs to go to bed early, so Zi Gong followed him to rest."

Yuanheng Yan's worldview can't help but shake: "......"

Ziling Chu added: "Zi Gong has been sleeping with Zi Gong Master every day for the past half month, resting very early, and I am somewhat in awe of Zi Gong Master for being able to subdue Zi Gong to this extent."

Yuanheng Yan was struck twice in a row and could not speak.

His fingers holding the umbrella unconsciously tightened a bit: " Yun Ting respects the teacher, it is also due to share."

After he said this, there was a moment of silence in all directions, and only the sound of rain could be heard.

The three of them coincidentally thought of Tingyun Shi, who dared to pour ink into the snuff bottle of Dr. Guozijian when they were young.

This boast is too much, the three people are a little weak, even Yeshu Li also can not boast.

...... asks the question, when is it really necessary to sleep in one place.

However, Yuanheng Yan quickly put his mind at ease.

The two of them are teachers and students, but they think this nasty, is really polluted this friendship.

Yuanheng Yan turned around to leave when his heart suddenly moved.

He remembered that he had asked Tingyun Shi who his beloved one was.

Tingyun Shi's response at the time was, "You haven't seen it."

...... Speaking of which, he really hadn't seen that " Fengmian Yu ", but only swept a wheelchair with a man wearing a power fence sitting on it from afar during his camp patrol. From the hand on the wheelchair, it is not the white bearded old man he imagined. Although a little too thin, but the warm and partial cold aura is really extraordinary.

Yuanheng Yan has turned around, since it is not good to turn around and ask a question, so I had to leave with a belly full of questions.

Yuanheng Yan returned to his tent with his head hurting even more than before he left.

If you like Ling A, the difference in status between the master and the servant is too great, and it is like a rift in the sky.

If he likes the sixth royal brother, the royal family and the son of the general, and how is it possible? First of all, let's not talk about whether the father will be angry, although the sixth brother does not have a proper wife, but the dynasty has never had a precedent of explicitly marrying a man as a proper wife.

If he likes the Fengmian Yu, that is even more absurd, teacher-student love, it is the backbone of virtue, it will be poked by people.

Yuanheng Yan did a round, and found that all the questions from multiple choice to quizzes were deadly questions, and his heart was twisted into a ball, and even his stomach could not stop throbbing.

Who does his best friend really like.

Yuanheng Yan must fall asleep every day at midnight, and in a short time, sleepiness will come on regularly.

His mind was still dazed with all the thoughts about Tingyun Shi.

Before falling asleep, his mind is not quite under control, drifting out of a somewhat absurd idea:

Than to compare, it seems that only the identity of the sixth royal brother can match with Suchang.

If the sixth royal brother can, then ......

He didn't have time to catch the ethereal glimmer of his mind and fell into a deep sleep.

Yuanheng Yan fell asleep with his heart full of worries, but the person he was thinking about was still awake.

The blanket was warm and dry, and it was raining not too heavily outside, the sound of rustling on the ground was hypnotic.

Today, Ying Lou slept for a while when the camp was set up, and now he is not very sleepy.

They listened to the rustling outside the tent, heard Yuanheng Yan come and go, during a word or two, and with the rain outside, sounded a different kind of warmth.

Xiaochi Chi said, "The bed is really a little small, it won't squeeze Mr."

The word "sir", when spoken by Xiaochi Chi, is soft and warm.

Ying Lou said, "It's okay, I'm thin."

Xiaochi Chi said, "It's too thin, it should be fatter."

Ying Lou said, "Fat two people can not lie."

Xiaochi Chi said, "Then I'll be thinner and more constant."

Ying Lou said, "Well, you and I keep constant."

At this point, Xiaochi Chi stopped talking, and so did Ying Lou.

The sound of wind and rain outside the tent are soft and thin, across the tent is not very clear, the only clear, is the breathing and heartbeat of the people inside the tent.

Ying Lou is as close as you can get to him, and through the covers, you can rub against his curled up, taut legs.

This half month over, he is still like this, as long as lying with their own, the body is always unnatural, always called Ying Lou worry that he will suffocate himself to cramps.

Thanks to him, he can still speak to himself in such a pretentious and relaxed manner.

The wind and rain outside got a little louder, and the raindrops hit the tarp with a muffled thumping sound.

Ying Lou started counting Xiaochi Chi's heartbeats.

One, two, three.

After a while, Xiaochi Chi asked, "Are you asleep?"

Ying Lou rested her head gently against Xiaochi Chi's round wooden pillow and looked at his silhouette in the darkness: "No."

Two people are long hair, pillows and adjacent, hair spread out, there is a hidden intertwined momentum, it is difficult to distinguish between you and me.

Xiaochi Chi said, "Then why don't you talk."

Ying Lou said, "Thought you wanted to sleep."

Xiaochi Chi said, "Sir, early to bed and early to rise, health first, look at the thirteenth prince, that are running to live that age of old age."

Ying Lou : "Okay, follow Zi Gong's orders, I'll sleep."

He smiled and counted silently to eighty-nine.

Just now it was still seventy-nine strokes per minute.

Those ten heartbeats, were they for yourself.

Ying Lou's gaze is softer, passing through Tingyun Shi's flesh and gazing quietly at Xiaochi Chi inside, at the small mole at the end of his brow, the slightly longer end of his eyes, the straight tip of his nose.

He wanted to kiss him with his eyes, say good night, and go back to sleep.

His gaze, finally, fell on his lips.

He opened and closed his lips in a count.

Seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three ......

Ying Lou froze for a long time as she looked at the edges of his lips that were silently opening and closing.

...... shouldn't be?

But he still couldn't help but be curious.

He spoke up and asked, "...... How many strokes?"

Xiaochi Chi snapped his head around to look at him.

The one lamp left in the tent was a red candle, reflecting a faint red all around, so Ying Lou couldn't tell if Xiaochi Chi's face was flushed.

Fortunately, Xiaochi Chi also does not see himself.

The only thing the two can know is that each other's heartbeat is a little faster than the other.

"Just now it was seventy-three strokes per minute, now ......" Xiaochi Chi paused for a long time and surprisingly said out loud, "I don't know anymore."

"Just now it was eighty-nine strokes per minute." Ying Lou contained a smile, "Now it's ......"

He closed his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment, "Ninety, ninety-one ......"

Each heartbeat tugged at his heartstrings.

Two hearts, each beating deafeningly inside the other's chest.

Xiaochi Chi tried to digress: "The gentleman's heart is very vigorous, keep it up and you will live ninety-nine years."

Ying Lou said, "Then can you ask Zi Gong to count for me all the time?"

Xiaochi Chi did not speak.

Ying Lou then waited.

He was actually prepared to wait for no response, ready to wait and sleep through, forgetting about it the next day after dawn and starting over again.

Unexpectedly, after a few seconds, Xiaochi Chi's voice was heard.

He said, "...... hmm."

Ying Lou keeps reminding herself that Xiaochi Chi is using someone else's body.

However, with a simple "hmm", Ying Lou's sanity exploded with a bang.

His legs were weak, but his seemingly weak waist and arm strength had long since returned to normal, and he held Xiaochi Chi's wrist, trying to temporarily extricate his spirit from his body.

He wanted to kiss him, badly.

Xiaochi Chi felt a strange sense of withdrawal, the tip of his heart moved slightly, forgetting his feelings for a moment, he actually followed his will and rolled up from Tingyun Shi's body, and even took the initiative to use a card, transformed into an entity and rode on Ying Lou's waist.

The bed creaked with a muffled thud.

Looking at Ying Lou's face from above, Xiaochi Chi was panting heavily, topped by her heartbeat as if she were an asthmatic.

Ying Lou is a little bit funny, but more than that, she is heartbroken.

He gently soothed, "Listen to me, take a deep breath, take a deep breath, take it easy ......"

Xiaochi Chi also really listened to him, his forehead rose and fell violently a few times: "Sir, I ......"

Ying Lou reached out and held him by the waist: "Slowly, let's take it slow. ...... a little better."

Xiaochi Chi nods, so good that Ying Lou wants to kiss him on the eyes.

Ying Lou also suppressed a somewhat staggered heartbeat: "Bend over. It's not very convenient for me ......"

The words have not yet fallen, outside the surprising sound of the curtain being lifted, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Xiaochi Chi was shocked and immediately rolled back into Tingyun Shi's body, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Ying Lou : "............"

Ziling Chu has been thinking about the matter of pleasing, just outside the tent heard the sound of the bed, so I thought it was Zi Gong master woke up, Yeshu Li prepared a bowl of ginger soup, and he brought it in.

Ziling Chu entered straight away, and when he saw Fengmian Yu's eyes were really open, he knelt down respectfully and said, " Master Zi Gong, here is some ginger soup, please use it."

The voice from the couch sounded gloomy and uncertain: "Who allowed you in?"

Ziling Chu was stunned.

In the past, Zi Gong has tacitly allowed him to enter the tent without greeting.

Moreover, he had seen Shu A enter at night to serve, and did not knock on the door so as not to disturb the sleep of Zi Gong, who was in the same room.

He had just looked up in surprise when he heard a reprimand, "Get out."

Ziling Chu : "......"

Fengmian Yu looked like he was really angry: "What, do you want me to kick you out?"

Ziling Chu is ashamed and indignant.

This is clearly aimed at him!

It is good that he has good cultivation, and after putting down the ginger soup, he politely apologized: "Sorry, it was Zi ...... Ling A who was ill-considered and startled Master Zi Gong, Ling A knows his mistake and will go out immediately."

He took two steps back and was just about to turn around when he heard a cold cry from behind him, "Go kneel in the rain. Get up again in three hours."

Ziling Chu's rare appearance of coming out of the house in a fit of anger startled Yeshu Li, who was confused when she heard the angry voice outside.

Seeing him kneeling in the mud, Yeshu Li was puzzled and asked him what had happened and why he had angered Master Zi Gong.

Ziling Chu this time is really feel wronged, listen to him after the cause and effect of the incident, Yeshu Li also some doubts: "Maybe Zi Gong teacher has a wake up call it."

Ziling Chu suppressed the discontent that was churning in her heart and tried to smile, "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

Yeshu Li took an umbrella and stood beside Ziling Chu to shield him from the rain: "I'll stay with you."

Ziling Chu gently pushed him away: "No need. Master Zi Gong wants me to kneel in the rain for three hours, so that's three hours, not a moment less."

...... He must not give that Fengmian Yu any more chances to prick.

Yeshu Li just think he is respecting Zi Gong teacher, can not help but be a little touched, also no longer mention the matter of rain, boiled ginger soup to him, and also to arrange for him to find thick clothes to go.

The hot ginger soup burned all the way into the stomach, not only failed to calm his anger, but also the fire in the heart to get more and more.

The mud seeped through the pants, wetting the knees and making them sticky.

Yeshu Li left to fetch clothes for him, while he stared dead at the tent curtain moved by the breeze, his eyes seemed calm, but inside burned with a dark fire.

After sending Ziling Chu away, Ying Lou breathed a sigh of relief and hung her head to say something to Xiaochi Chi when she realized he was already asleep.

He thought he was faking it until he realized something was wrong and went to the warehouse to take a look.

Xiaochi Chi flung himself a hypnosis card, and the dream disappeared.

...... this guy.

Ying Lou is angry and funny.

How this person is similar to a rabbit, a head in danger into the pit, do not know which cave to run cat, always cause him to look for.

It's not usually like this.

He pulled the covers up for Xiaochi Chi and couldn't resist, pinching the tip of his spiritual body's nose.

Feeling the small movement of the spiritual body instinctively shrinking back, Ying Lou only softened his heart and whispered in his ear, "Good night."