Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Yang Zhounan wiped the hair on his forehead, walked over, and nudged his back with his knee.

"Do you really want to freeze to death here tonight?"

Su Chengfeng faced the couch with his eyes closed. He had been rushing from the capital to Shuzhou for a month and had not had a good night's sleep. He was very tired.

He replied in a drawn-out voice, "I have skin and bones of steel and can't freeze to death."

Seeing that only half of his face was exposed, Yang Zhounan chuckled, "You can't freeze to death, but what if I freeze to death?"

Su Chengfeng seemed to be asleep and didn't respond. Yang Zhounan leaned over to look at him and patted him, "Hey, you fell asleep so quickly?"

No response?

Without saying a word, he put his hands under the quilt, picked up the person and the quilt, and carried them into the inner room.

Su Chengfeng was instantly awakened by a feeling of weightlessness. Seeing Yang Zhounan holding him, he hurriedly said, "What are you doing? Put me down quickly."

"What's the matter? Master Su, you are such a martial arts master, are you afraid that I will eat you?" Yang Zhounan said.

Su Chengfeng was moving around a lot, but Yang Zhounan ignored him and gently put him on the bed. He pressed half of his body on him and just watched him quietly.

Su Chengfeng felt a surge of fear in his heart and he subconsciously turned away to look at the face.

"Don't get mad, this is the government office. If we start fighting, you and I will have to sleep standing outside."

Yang Zhounan looked at that face, smiled, and deliberately said: "So what you mean is that I can get sick at home?"

"Hey you……"

Su Chengfeng seemed to have an inexplicable sense of perverse joy in the boudoir when he heard the words "home, sick", and he was speechless.

"Are you teasing me?"

When Yang Zhounan heard this, he immediately felt like teasing. He turned Su Chengfeng's face and said with a smile, "I think about it. I think about it in my dreams. I think about it especially now. I also want..."

As he spoke, his eyes strayed to Su Chengfeng's lips, and he slowly lowered his head, his eyes full of tenderness and possessiveness.

Su Chengfeng panicked and turned his face away, saying, "If you dare to touch me, I will beat you up."

Yang Zhounan paused when he heard the voice, his lips resting on her cheek. After a while, he laughed softly, and with his right hand he pulled the quilt inside and lay back down.

"Don't worry, I won't touch you if you don't agree, but you will be mine one day."

Su Chengfeng may have lived with Yang Zhounan for a long time and got used to his bad habits. Now he doesn't seem to react as strongly to such frivolous words as before.

"The sandbag-sized fist is yours."

Yang Zhounan smiled and closed his eyes, facing Su Chengfeng, and put his hand on the group of people.

Su Chengfeng was wrapped tightly and covered with another layer of quilt. He lay straight and couldn't move at all.

He tilted his head and looked at Yang Zhounan helplessly for a moment, then his gaze moved to the thin quilt.

Although it is cold in Beijing, there is heating in the house. In the south, it is equally cold inside and outside the house, and the damp cold penetrates to the bones.

Su Chengfeng sighed again and struggled to break free from the quilt. Yang Zhounan pressed down his arms in a daze, and after a while, he felt his body became heavier.

He opened his eyes and saw Su Chengfeng with his back to him, covering himself with the same quilt. The quilt, which had been cold before, was now warm.

People like Su Chengfeng are those who say one thing and mean another.

Yang Zhounan looked at the familiar and indifferent back and smiled, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

In the dream, there were towering snow-capped mountains. He was walking alone in the snow, shivering in the wind and snow. He saw Su Chengfeng waving at him from a distance. He wanted to chase him, but he couldn't.

The man walked farther and farther away. Yang Zhounan couldn't shout and his body couldn't stop shaking. Suddenly, an avalanche came from the mountain and was about to drown Su Chengfeng. He woke up with a terrified scream.

He was still in shock after opening his eyes. He stared at the back in front of him for a while, and when he realized it was a dream, his nervous heart slowly relaxed.

Yang Zhounan let out a light breath and felt cold. He looked up and saw that the quilt on his body had been wrapped up by Su Chengfeng. He woke up from the cold.

However, he did not make trouble, but just gently pulled the quilt. When he was halfway through, Su Chengfeng turned over in a daze, and his forehead gently touched his lips, with his hand on his neck.

His words were unclear, and it sounded like he was introducing himself or challenging someone to a duel.

There was a cold wind blowing outside, but the quilt was warm and cozy.

Yang Zhounan was so consumed by the desire and excitement that he lost consciousness, and could only hear the sound of his pounding heartbeat echoing in his ears.

He didn't move, letting the person in front of him hold him and talk in his sleep, feeling the person's breath and warmth.

The next day, at dawn, Su Chengfeng woke up first. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yang Zhounan's face close to him and was immediately startled.

Looking at himself again, he was still hugging the other person's neck. He was startled again and quickly stepped back and sat up as if hiding from a ghost.

He looked at the sleeping face and cursed inwardly, "Did I sleep with him in my arms all night? Damn, what am I doing?"

The first thing Cao Yuejin did when he arrived at the yamen was to write a notice to persuade the bandits to surrender, asking the families of the common people to take the initiative to persuade them to surrender. If anyone refused, the whole family would be punished once they were found out.

As soon as the notice was released, Changchuan County was in an uproar. Some people were happy and some were sad. The news spread like wildfire to the bandit camp in Changyun Mountain.

The village stretches out and is scattered on the top of the mountain, shrouded in mist and rain. There are earthen forts on the periphery, and bandits are standing guard and patrolling.

There was a charcoal fire burning in the middle of the room, and sitting on a wolfskin chair was a good-looking old man with a leather headband on his forehead and his hair braided and hanging down on both sides.

It was the bandit leader Jie Caizhen.

He was about to drink some wine after finishing his meat when a fat and strong man came in from outside. He had his hair tied up high and was wearing a fur robe. He was the second-in-command in the village, Peng Bing.

"Brother, there's news. A group of soldiers from the county have come to suppress us. They've posted notices to recruit us. If you don't obey, your family will be punished."

Xie Caizhen chewed the corn bone slowly, "What year is it now? Those ruffians in the county government are still using this trick."

Peng Bing also took a bite of a meat bone and said, "I heard that this time he came from Beijing. He's quite famous. He's said to be a Sazi monkey."

Xie Caizhen rolled his eyes at him and said, "That's Hou, not Hou'er. We bandits should also learn some culture to avoid being laughed at by others. How many times have I told you?"

Peng Bing chuckled, revealing his mouthful of meat, "Big brother is teaching me a lesson. Next time, catch a scholar and bring him up."

Xie Caizhen put down the bone, wiped his mouth and hands, and threw the handkerchief on the table.

"Who is coming?"

Peng Bing said, "Call him Marquis Dingbei."

"Marquis Dingbei?" Xie Caizhen paced around the room, hands behind his back, pondering, "I've never heard of them. How many people are there?"

"Less than a hundred people. I don't know the exact number." Peng Bing said after drinking.

Xie Caizhen snorted and laughed, "You think you can come to Changyun Mountain with less than a hundred people? You're quite courageous. This time, I'll make sure he doesn't come back."

As they were talking, a man came hurriedly into the house. He had a knotted rope made of coarse cloth tied around his head and a big beard on his chin.

"Brother, there are people in the village who want to rebel, and I have arrested them."

Peng Bing dropped his stick bone and stood up when he heard this. "If any of these untreatable traitors dare to leave, their legs will be chopped off."