Yang Guo has not celebrated the New Year with others for a long time, for an orphan, the New Year is a day of reunion with the family will never belong to them, even when the mother is still alive, because of the lack of life, the home is also deserted, and it has never been as festive and lively as ordinary people.

But this year is different, the house is full of red lanterns, the steamed pastries in the kitchen are white and soft, the sweet aroma is wafting under his nose, occasionally there is a gap, while the cook is not paying attention, he can still sneak a piece, even if it is hot, he can still think happily, his skills seem to have not fallen.

Yang is quite satisfied with this year, if you insist on saying that there is anything unsatisfactory, it is estimated that it is the friend of his master.

Yan Changsheng didn't do much of him, after all, he was Yan Xiubai's disciple, so he couldn't embarrass a junior, but even if he didn't do anything, just standing there could make Yang Guo feel worried.

Even Yang Guo himself didn't know why he was so afraid of him, after all, no matter how dangerous the other party was, it was also Yan Xiubai's friend, and he knew in his heart that for the sake of his master, this dangerous person would not do anything that really harmed him.

Even if Yang Guo doesn't admit that he has such a timid side, every time he sees each other, he takes a detour, and if he doesn't meet, he won't meet, but the whole Yan Mansion is just so big, no matter how much he has the heart to hide, two big living people live under one roof, and there is always a time to meet.

His dodge was too obvious, Yan Xiubai and the others naturally saw it in their eyes, the two reacted differently, of course Yan Changsheng would not take him to heart, whether others were waiting to see him or afraid that he had anything to do with him, but Yan Xiubai felt a little funny.

When Yang Guo's back dodged and disappeared around the corner again, he joked with a smile: "Your look, if your face is a little darker, you can be hung up as a door god, and maybe you can stop the night cry of children!"

Yan Changsheng raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you say that this apprentice you accepted is too timid, it's time to practice." ”

Yan Xiubai was helpless, "It's not that you're scared?!"

"What have I done?"

"You don't have to do anything, just watch him. "A child who was originally good, he was frightened like a rabbit when he swept his gaze, and he was really afraid that he would leave a psychological shadow in the future.

"Do I always look at him?" Yan Changsheng pursed his lips, as if smiling, "I'm obviously just looking at him normally, or is it just that, you taste it?"

Yan Xiubai rarely said that he couldn't say that he had changed, he always felt that the other party had changed a little, in the previous life, he would never have teased him in turn, although fifteen or sixteen-year-old Yan Changsheng was precocious, but some aspects were always jerky, in the relationship between the two, he always led the other party away, and now the other party has "grown up" , has become a mature man, and even sometimes stronger than him, of course this is normal, after all, when the two of them first met, he was like this, Xiao Yan Changsheng was an exception, an unexpected, but very beautiful accident.

But it was this accident that he fell in love with at first!

Of course, this is not to say that because he "grew up", he doesn't like it anymore, he is not a pedophile, but in addition to liking it, the mature Yan Changsheng still makes him a little uncomfortable after all.

It's a kind of emotional strangeness, as if you like an egg very much, smooth, smooth and tender, and it feels very good, and then suddenly one day he breaks out of his shell and becomes a fluffy trumpet, although you still like him, but in the end there is a change, at least the feeling of touching has changed.

That feeling is a bit complicated, he can't say it clearly, not only does it not do any good to say it, ninety percent of the time the other party will smash it with a shield, and one percent of the time it is possible to eat him and kill him, in short, he doesn't think about it.

Once there was a leaf in the thousands of flowers that did not touch his body, how could Yan Xiubai, who claimed to be a saint in love, do such a stupid thing, he could only choke in his heart for the time being, and slowly digest it later.

Yan Changsheng, who is still a new hand emotionally, naturally can't notice this entanglement in his heart, he is still very happy this year, his sweetheart is by his side, do something beneficial to physical and mental health every night, and wake up in the morning with each other, this kind of life is very novel and comfortable for him, and sometimes there is even a sense of unreality in a trance.

In his life, except for the previous life when he "became smaller", he had never had such an easy and comfortable life.

Even in his last life, he had to worry a little about the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea of the two of them, and now, thanks to the evil bureaucratic system, he really has to open his mouth and stretch out his hand, and it is not very luxurious, but for Yan Changsheng, who grew up in a bitter cold place such as Yanmen Pass, such a comfortable life seems too depraved.

However, if it is replaced by Yan Xiubai, he feels that it is very suitable, in Yan Changsheng's opinion, the other party is completely different from him, and he should be raised in the splendid flower group, a humble son, with a jade belt in green clothes, slowly coming from the ink in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the Tang Dynasty, Changgemen, Wanhua Valley, and Qixiufang are known as the three elegant places, and their disciples are all carefully carved jade, Yan Changsheng is not a person who has never seen other Changgemen, but he feels that the person he likes is the best among everyone.

The so-called lover's eyes are in his state.

Yan Changsheng went south alone, with his current identity, it was naturally inconvenient to appear in front of others, and Yan Xiubai had never been less concerned about him since he gained power in the court, so in order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, Yan Changsheng had never gone out since he entered the mansion.

If you don't go out, don't go out, anyway, he's not a person who likes to be lively, it's just that those eyes who are staring secretly and don't know each other come to disturb his good night, and he is very unhappy.

The night should be the favorite time between lovers, the two do something to make each other like, and then hug and fall asleep together, and the good day is over, but there are disadvantages of cultivating high and high, at least those small movements in the distance, even if he wants to ignore it, he can't ignore it.

□□ being disturbed, no man would be too happy, Yan Changsheng twisted his eyebrows fiercely, and already wanted to get up to touch the knife.

Yan Xiubai grabbed his hand and reflexively pressed him down between the beds.

Yan Changsheng's hair is very black and dense, not as soft as him, and his hair is thicker and harder, just like him, cold and powerful, like a Mo knife out of the sheath, cold and angry.

This person, from appearance to temper, has no soft place, but when he kisses it, it is warm, with a little sweetness, which makes Yan Xiubai like it very much.

Even if the two have been intimate in the past few days, Yan Changsheng is still not very skilled in this regard, Yan Xiubai is a good teacher, but he is not a good student, to say that he is not a stupid person, when he was young, he studied the art of war and practiced martial arts, and he never fell behind others, but in this matter, he can be called clumsy, and it is no wonder that he can be easily broken back by Yan Xiubai every time he counterpresses.

Defeated and defeated again and again, Xue Shuai said that a qualified soldier must have this temper of not admitting defeat, and Yan Xiubai did not stop it, it was regarded as a love affair between two people, and he couldn't succeed anyway.

This time was no exception, Yan Changsheng, who was still menacing just now, was taken down with a long kiss.

Yan Xiubai picked his chin, held his lips, and said a little vaguely: "Let them go, I'm used to it, they don't dare to come in anyway, why waste time......"

"Which one of them?"

"That's a lot. Yan Xiubai said with some indifference: "Jia Xiangguo's, Yushitai's, Jinren's, and possibly the emperor's, after all, I am also a nouveau riche in the court now, and there are too many forces staring at my side." ”

Yan Changsheng frowned, "It's troublesome?"

"Not really. Yan Xiubai stretched out his hand, smoothed his eyebrows, and said, "Just leave them alone." ”

Yan Changsheng looked disapproving, "It's easy to dodge open guns and difficult to defend against dark arrows, maybe they can't hurt you, but some disturbing flies are noisy in your ears, aren't you annoying?!"

"Annoying is annoying, but it's still useful. At this, he bit his cheek and said, "Don't mess with me." ”

Yan Changsheng, who originally wanted to secretly clean up a bunch of garbage for him, heard this, but finally fell silent.

"What are you going to do?"

The hand that was being sultry around suddenly stopped, Yan Xiubai raised his eyebrows, "Why do you ask that?"

Yan Changsheng sighed secretly and said in a deep voice: "Before you came back, you said that you were going to resign, but now instead of resigning, you are forming a party in the court and showing your face in front of the emperor, and the blind can see what you must be planning, not to mention that my eyes are not bad." ”

Yan Xiubai didn't answer him, but shook his head, and pulled a small bean between his fingers a little helplessly, and after hearing a low and muffled snort as he wished, he bit his ear and whispered: "Are you sure you want to say these bad things at this time?"

It's simply - foul!

Yan Changsheng gritted his teeth, he could barely stay awake at first, but soon it began to blur, and his limbs hugged the person on his body like his own consciousness, and the cooperation was incisive.

Yan Xiubai likes Yan Changsheng and prefers his performance in bed, Yan Changsheng may not have any talent and skills, but he has a beast-like straightforwardness, whether it is happy or painful, he will show it undisguisedly.

Yan Xiubai's favorite thing is his waist, which is flexible and lean, without a bit of fat, and he can just pinch it with his two hands, leaving all kinds of marks on it.

Often after a □□, Yan Changsheng's waist is the most severely affected place, and he can't even compare to the place where he bears it.

......

Yan Xiubai took someone to take a shower, and carefully gave the medicine, and it was already midnight when the two of them lay back on the bed again.

He put his arms around the sleepy man and suddenly asked, "You can't stay in Lin'an for a long time, when will you leave?"

"In a few days......" the other party's voice was already a little muffled, "how do you ask this?"

"Take Yang Guo with you when you leave. Yan Xiubai said.

Yan Changsheng opened his eyes, and his sleepiness disappeared.

...... 166 Reading Network