It has been more than ten years since the southerners went north, destroyed the homes of the powerful and powerful, and rebelled on the side of the emperors. Although the people are bitter, they have finally ushered in peace; However, the room of the wealthy in the south is often thousands of acres of farmland, hundreds of houses, and paste. There are no northerners who are officials in the court; The emperor's 10,000-word text is not as good as Huan, Xie, Gu, and Pei's family. In the past, the northern nobles were all branded, or reduced to slavery, or exiled to the army.

When you are full of warmth, you think of lust, so people have three good: good talk, good nature, and good beauty. These three things are good, Pei Wen, the grandson of the Pei family, only has one: good-looking.

His stomach is empty, and he has never turned two pages of "Yi", where is the best way to talk to others? As for trekking through mountains and rivers to chant poems and paintings, he was even more impatient - Pei Xiaolangjun, who only wore silk brocade, really couldn't understand the fun of climbing the mountain in coarse linen clothes. There is a saying in the neighborhood: There are ten grains and wealth in the world, and Pei's family has five points. Although this is an exaggeration, Pei Wen spends money like dirt, has a perverse personality, and whips people at every turn, and has no advantages in the city, and only because he is good-looking, he will not fall into the name of a beetle.

"Xiao Langjun, eat some citron paste, the crisp cheese before noon is not easy to digest."

Pei Wen leaned lazily on a few couches, heard the soft voice of the maidservant, smiled with his eyebrows, and only called a name, "Qingkui." ”

He is so good-looking, with picturesque eyebrows, skin like white jade, red lips and white teeth. Qing Kui was almost defeated immediately, but insisted on speaking, "General Ming has an order, don't let Xiao Langjun come again." ”

Pei Wen sighed, and on Qingkui's hand, he ate citron paste with a match, but his eyes floated on the sparkling lake. Their boat had already reached the center of the lake, and in the winter the sky and the earth were full of snow, and at this moment there were still large snowflakes falling on the surface of the lake, and then quietly and silently. After a clump of withered lotus, a delicate pavilion appeared in front of me. The servant had already set up a stove in the pavilion, warmed the wine, and put up a curtain to avoid the wind and snow, just waiting for Pei Xiaolangjun, who was crazy in winter to swim in the lake, to enjoy the scenery and drink comfortably.

The two handymen pulled up the boat, the boy opened the curtain, Qing Jin came out first to hold up an umbrella, and Pei Wen came out of the cabin leisurely and strode forward. Qing Kui hurried up, put the red cloak in his hand and tied it to him, and then bowed his head and followed him.

Pei Wen only felt that these people were very depressed with him, and the cold weather was also a manic heat stuffing his body. It seems that no matter where he goes, he can't get rid of these people who seem to be attached to his bone marrow. In the past, he loved the carved little stove the most, but today he felt bored when he saw it, and he couldn't stand to kick it open. In an instant, sparks splashed, the pot pulp cracked, and the people didn't know why this little Langjun suddenly went crazy again, and they all immediately knelt on the ground with a look of soot.

"Fuck off! Look, you're all annoying! ”

Most of the hot wine was poured on a man dressed in sackcloth. His bare hands were obviously burned and swollen, Pei Wen saw him lying on the ground respectfully, walked over and hooked his chin with the tip of his shoe and lifted his head, and was about to speak, but he was suddenly taken two steps back by the startled eyes.

Handymen rarely have outstanding faces, but this person is handsome, and when he knelt up, it can be seen that he must be tall. Long arms and thin waist, dressed in sackcloth but dressed without dust. Eyebrows Chenchen, the black was cold and gloomy, and he glanced at Pei Wen sharply, but suddenly he disappeared that momentum, and he honestly lowered his head, as if he was an ordinary subordinate.

-- What's more, even after more than ten years, it's still a familiar face.

Pei Wen, who was eight years old that year, was held in the arms of his nursing mother and looked at Luo Jing's scenery curiously.

The northern capital is very different from the water towns in the south, and the official residences on Suzaku Road are surrounded by high walls of vermilion, which are both tall and hard. Hanako, who was sitting against the wall, was dressed in rags, and when she saw that they were dressed in Nanren clothes, she spat on the ground. The coachman whipped him, "Untouchable! Hanako got up and ran, swearing.

"Nanban enters Beijing! Death Beam! ”

The nurse covered his ears and did not let him hear.

Pei Wen had a yard in Luo Jing's new home, and he was never allowed to go near it. The little devil of the mixed world didn't care about this, figured out the place, and took the opportunity to climb over the wall and get in.

In the courtyard there was a young man in a dark shirt with big sleeves, about ten years old, standing quietly in the courtyard full of fallen leaves, quietly looking up at the sycamore.

Pei Wen rode on the wall and asked with a smile: "It turns out that the person in this courtyard is not a fierce beast, but a person." ”

He jumped down with his backhand, but was caught in the man's arms.

"I'm afraid you'll fall."

The boy who is silent and looks cold and unapproachable is very gentle.

- After that, once he thought about it, Pei Wen felt that anger was about to overflow from his body.

Pei Wen was afraid for a moment before, but now he was angry at his fear, so he poured his anger on that man, and asked Qingkui knowingly, "Who is this cheap servant?" I just don't feel good when I look at him. ”

Qingkui is only resigned, "maid...... The maid does not know - how is the maid now betraying him? ”

Pei Wen snorted coldly.

"Not necessarily."

He was full of interest, and as soon as he stretched out his hand back, Qing Jin trembled and handed over the whip specially made for Pei Wen.

There was a loud sound of the wind, and the whip was wrapped around the man's bun on the ground. Pei Wen slowly paced around him with his whip, forcing him to look up. The man's face was still calm, "What does Xiao Langjun command?" ”

Although he was a handyman, he still had a fair complexion, and there was a natural arrogance between his eyebrows - Pei Wen knew that even if he was down, he would not lose this all-round style.

Because he's the son of an emperor.

It's just that this appearance makes him feel more and more itchy teeth, but he is reluctant to hit him, so he puts away his whip fiercely, and swings it at the other handyman who is peeking at his expression like a probe on the side!

There was a crack, and before the handyman could dodge, a bloody whip mark appeared on half of his face. Qing Kui and Qing Jin still felt unbearable to look at each other after seeing each other many times, and looked away in a low voice. The man shouted, covering his face and wailing.

Pei Wen still wanted to whip him, but he heard Chu Songluo call him quietly: "Pei Xiaolangjun." ”

For some reason, when he was looked at by those black Khotanese eyes, Pei Wen felt that he had seen through a qiē bluff, snorted coldly and put away the whip, and only kicked in the heart of the man, "Take him out!" ”

The others hurriedly pulled him and left in another boat. Chu Songluo felt Pei Wen looking at him for a while, and suddenly saw him smile.

"I thought about it."

"I haven't picked the dark incense this winter, so you can go back with me and pick it tomorrow morning."

The so-called dark fragrance is the flower used in dark fragrant tea. It is necessary to take the half-blooming flowers of the early plum in the wax moon, take off the flower pedicle and seal it into the porcelain bottle before the sunrise, marinate it with fried salt, seal it with the leaves, and it can be made into tea in the summer, and its name is dark fragrant tea. Aunt Pei Wen likes this tea, and she asks her subordinates to prepare it every year.

The wine was not drunk, the snow was not rewarded, and the lake was not swimming, but Pei Xiaolangjun took a boat back with a handyman. Qing Jin secretly sympathized with him, and said in a low voice while mixing ginger tea for Pei Wen in the front cabin, "It would be great if that person could hold up for a while, Xiao Langjun would be beaten by another subordinate when he got tired of it-don't let Xiao Langjun create another killing karma." ”

Qingkui recited the Buddha, but did not echo Qing Jin, but said, "...... I don't think Xiao Langjun hates him. ”

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Today is full of strange things. Pei's mother heard that her son was swimming in the lake in winter, and she rushed over to care for him for a long time. After dinner, Pei Wen routinely drove all the maids out, but he let the miscellaneous servants stay behind.

Others don't understand why, but Chu Songluo is clear.

Pei Wen is good at whipping, good at whipping, and tyrannical. It's just that he guides, and Pei Wen prefers ...... more than pumping people

The pain and pleasure of being gently and cruelly provoked by him with a whip.

It must have been very hard to think that no one cared about his hobbies over the years.

Chu Songluo smiled invisibly, and when the others exited the room, without waiting for Pei Wen's order, he stopped kneeling, and bullied him forward and pushed him on the bed. Pei Wen put his hands in front of him to push him, but he didn't expect that he didn't intend to lean down at all, just used his legs to pin his legs, and his knees deliberately rubbed lightly, looking at Pei Wen suggestively.

Pei Wen's eyes were like fire, and he was about to shout angrily, but Chu Songluo "shhh

There are calluses on the fingers, and the net is the smell of men's unique skin. and the touch, which made Pei Wen suddenly stunned.

Chu Songluo slightly increased the strength of his knee as if he was coerced, which made Pei Wen snort. He smiled meaninglessly, "The maidservants are all next door, Xiao Langjun must not make a loud noise, if anyone knows that Xiao Langjun has—"

Pei Wen glared at him fiercely, "You! ”

Chu Songluo didn't annoy him at all when he interrupted himself, took the whip he hung on the side of the bed, first looked at it carefully, and then asked him in a slow and logical voice: "Xiao Langjun's whip method has improved a lot, I don't know if it is possible to satisfy my own fun?" ”