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In the early morning of a winter, Yan Xiubai relented for a while, picked up a stray cat named Yan Changsheng and went back, and then the two lived happily together

Of course, life can't be so good, Yan Xiubai feels that he has picked up a □□ annoyance, but out of the spirit of humanitarianism, he can't throw people out,

To be honest, he really had never seen Yan Changsheng have such a wolf bèi, the other party has always been unfathomable, cruel and tyrannical, how could he have lost his soul like now and couldn't hide his grievances.

After Yan Xiubai brought people into the house, he found that the clothes under the other party's ink-colored armor were already soaked, and the white hairs hanging on the back of his head were glued together, hanging listlessly behind him.

Yan Xiubai hurriedly took people to take a hot bath, and asked people to prepare ginger soup, but Yan Changsheng still had a fever at night.

Maybe ordinary people who are not sick are very bad once they get sick, Yan Changsheng's face burned red with this fever, and a fine and dense cold sweat broke out on his body, and the whole person was groggy.

Yan Xiubai didn't ask for a doctor, he was the best doctor himself, he didn't leave all night, wiping sweat and feeding medicine, and every other hour he had to check his pulse to probe the temperature on his body.

Yan Xiubai has never taken care of a person so meticulously, it is really Yan Changsheng's current appearance that is too deceptive.

He was already good-looking, and the scar on his forehead was not a shortcoming, but it added a unique charm to him, and now a high fever made his originally sharp face softer, and his thin body was wrapped in the quilt, Yan Changsheng, who had always been strong, actually had a rare fragility at this moment.

When Yan Xiubai realized that there was a pity in his heart, his body stiffened for a moment, he knew his fault, and he would always be a little soft-hearted towards good-looking people, but a madman like Yan Changsheng would not have any thoughts about him no matter how good he looked!

Will it be chopped by the other party as firewood?!

Although Yan Changsheng is getting younger now, his body size has also shrunk a lot, and he looks quite harmless, but no matter how harmless it is, it is fake, who knows the essence of the other party's Great Demon King better than him!

You must not be deceived by his "beauty", Yan Xiubai told himself like this, and then his sleeve was pulled by a hand that suddenly stretched out.

Yan Changsheng didn't know when he woke up, but his eyes were not focused, obviously not completely awake, he pulled his sleeve, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have been looking outside the gate for three months, turning over every piece of land little by little, but there is no Cangyun Castle, there is no Cangyun in this world."

With a click, the barrier that had just been erected was shattered by this simple sentence, Yan Xiubai smiled bitterly, it's just that, what you owe in your previous life always has to be repaid.

He was silent for a moment, held each other's hands and said, "I can't find Changge Gate either, let's be each other's companions in the future." ”

didn't answer, Yan Xiubai looked down and saw that the other party had fallen asleep again.

He reached out and touched the other party's forehead with some anxiety, the temperature seemed to be lower, and Yan Xiubai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When Yan Changsheng woke up, it was already bright, the window was opened a crack, and a cold plum was unwilling to be lonely and poked in, the red plum was gorgeous, and Yan Changsheng could almost smell the quiet fragrance coming from above.

The pillow is soft, the quilt is soft, and the quilt is warm, Yan Changsheng has not been lying on the bed so comfortably for a long time and waking up naturally.

He was in good spirits, and his heartstrings, which had been tense for months, had finally relaxed a little, and he didn't want to get out of the bed.

With a squeak, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Yan Changsheng looked over and happened to be facing a pair of ink-colored peach blossom eyes.

"Awake?" Yan Xiubai was not surprised, he walked in, handed over the medicine bowl in his hand, and said, "Drink the medicine first." ”

Yan Changsheng sat up suddenly, took the medicine bowl and drank it in a few sips, the bitter taste of the medicinal juice spread among the taste buds, making him frown instinctively.

A plain green sleeve appeared in front of him, and a candied fruit was placed in the soft palm.

Yan Changsheng blushed a little, and said with a flickering eye: "I'm not a little girl, so I don't need this." ”

"Who said that only a little girl can be afraid of hardship?" Yan Xiu said without blinking: "I'm very afraid of hardship." ”

As he spoke, he pinched the candied fruit and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The soft lips made intimate contact with his fingers, and the warm and soft feeling was transmitted, and Yan Xiubai felt that his fingertips were numb for a moment.

He quietly withdrew his hand, then held the other party's wrist and began to take the pulse, and after a while, Yan Xiubai said: "It's almost, just wait for me to prescribe two more pills and drink it, your body is good, and your recovery will be very fast." ”

The sweet and greasy taste is still left between his lips and teeth, in fact, Yan Changsheng doesn't like to eat sweet things, but now he feels that there seems to be nothing wrong with sweetness.

He looked at Yan Xiu's handsome face, and suddenly asked, "Did you still count what you said last night?"

Yan Xiubai raised his eyebrows, "What did you say last night?"

Yan Changsheng twisted his head and said a little uncomfortably: "That's what you said, let's do a companionship together."

"Did you hear that?" Yan Xiubai was surprised.

Yan Changsheng pursed his lips, raised his voice and said, "You said it so loudly, how could I not hear it, do you want to regret what you said?!"

Yan Xiubai felt more and more that the person in front of him was a feline, if Yan Changsheng, who had grown up, was a bloodthirsty black leopard, then now he was a milk leopard with sharp claws, or the kind with fried hair.

Because he didn't answer for a long time, Yan Changsheng gradually raised his eyebrows, and Yan Xiubai reached out at the right time, rubbed his head, and smoothed his hair.

"Of course I won't regret it, you can stay as long as you want. ”

Shun Mao succeeded, Yan Changsheng slightly hooked the corners of his lips where the other party couldn't see.

After Yan Changsheng's illness was completely cured, it was almost the New Year, and the entire Haozhou Mansion began to immerse itself in an atmosphere of joy.

Yan Xiubai originally didn't take such a festival to heart, when he was in the Tang Dynasty, he spent it with his brothers and sisters, playing the piano and writing poems, throwing pots and fireworks, and making trouble all night, and in the Ming Dynasty, in addition to the first few years, Lin Shiyin and Ji Ji have been accompanying them, and it was not much lively, and the three of them ate together and kept the New Year's Day overnight.

But in this world, he is alone, and it doesn't make much difference if he can't spend the New Year alone, he doesn't care very much, he originally wanted to sleep and rush to a few entertainments, and the year has passed, but he didn't expect that there would be such an accident as Yan Changsheng.

There's nothing wrong with it, at least on this special day, the bit of loneliness that he doesn't admit is gone, although it's just two people, but it's better to live a little more delicately during the New Year.

So, the prefect gave an order, and the people below began to get busy and began to prepare for the New Year.

When Yan Changsheng pushed open the door of the study and walked in, Yan Xiubai was writing couplets, his handwriting was excellent, the iron painting was a silver hook, the edge was hidden, and he had a gentleman's temperament in it.

Seeing him coming, Yan Xiubai smiled and beckoned to him, and after the other party came over, he put down his pen, leaned sideways and slightly let go of the way, and said, "Do you want to write one?"

Yan Changsheng pursed his lips, suddenly turned his head and said, "My words are not good-looking." ”

What he said was the truth, Cangyun Castle is located in a bitter cold land, and the Xuanjia Army has been with Modao War Horses all the year round, how can he understand these poetic things, in fact, it is good that he can recognize all the words, this is still forced out by Xue Shuai's fist back then.

Yan Xiubai was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect this, but he quickly came back to his senses, pulled Yan Changsheng over, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll teach you." ”

Yan Changsheng was a little uncomfortable, his entire body was almost held in Yan Xiubai's arms, he was a little shorter than the other party, this height was just right, and a scent of ink lingered on the tip of his nose, I don't know if it came from the table or from the body of the person behind him.

The hand holding the pen was tightly wrapped by the other party, Yan Changsheng could even feel the softness of the person's palm, he glanced at it, slightly distracted, this person's hand was slender and clean, except for the place where the pen was slightly cocooned, there was no flaw at all, and his hand that was rough to the touch because of the perennial holding of the knife.

"Follow my strength. The warm breath sprayed on his ears, Yan Changsheng trembled slightly, and then his hand was driven to write a big word "Fu" on the square red paper.

When the last pen was finished, Yan Changsheng exhaled softly, and then he realized that he had subconsciously held his breath during the whole process.

The faint scent of ink entered his heart, and his hand was empty, and the hand holding him had been released.

Yan Changsheng dropped the pen, took a step back to the side slightly, his right hand was behind him, and he wiped the sweat from his palm on his clothes one by one.

Yan Xiubai picked up the blessing character, gently blew the ink that had not dried, and then asked him, "How is it?"

Yan Changsheng glanced at it, and then said very calmly, "It's not good!" It's not as good as what he wrote.

"I think it's good. Yan Xiubai watched it again and said: "Although it is not too neat, but the pen is sharp and the momentum is extraordinary, which is already very good." ”

He thought for a moment and continued, "Just stick it at the gate. "Such a heavy killing aura is just used to open up evil.

Yan Changsheng seemed to want to hook his lips, but he tried hard to suppress it, and just pretended to be casual and said, "It's up to you." ”

So things were happily decided.

The couplets in the house were all written by Yan Xiubai himself, and then Yan Changsheng was dragged around to post them, without letting his subordinates interfere, which was also a kind of fun.

Yan Changsheng had never had such an experience before, although he was instructed by Yan Xiubai to run east and west, climbing up and down, but he was not angry, but liked it very much.

Then, he had a dream that night, in the dream, there was him, Yan Xiubai, and the sound of firecrackers, but he and Yan Xiubai were not standing together, he was hiding in the dark, Yan Xiubai didn't see him, there was a woman and a child next to him, and he smiled happily at them