Walking with Cats [Quick Transmigration]

Three volumes of "The Twelve Chronicles of the Time and Kingdom" have been completed, and the detailed outlines of the fourth and fifth volumes have been written. Zhang Yuliang is not as bald as Kawen was when he was writing the third volume. Write like a god.

Cheng Dan is helping him to proofread two collections of essays, and revisit them by the way.The two often sit together for a day, one is immersed in repairing books, the other is immersed in reading, doing their own things quietly, and the sharp time becomes gentle in their mutual company.

After autumn, there were more rainy days, and the temperature dropped a few degrees every time it rained, until half a month later, Cheng Dan put on a cotton padded jacket, with a circle of warm fluff around the neckline, and the ice drinks on the table were replaced by Rock sugar bird's nest soup.

Cheng Dan's physique deteriorated with age, and it was difficult to recover from illness.Zhang Yuliang was worried that he would be freezing, so he set up a brazier in the house early, and would use the stove to heat up the bed before going to bed. No matter how cold it is in late autumn outside, the door is as warm as spring.

Cheng Dan and Zhang Yuliang are standard homeboys, they don't want to go out when it's hot, and they don't want to go out when it's cold.The combined number of times the two of them went out was not as much as that of Pengge alone, and even Zisang Shouxin occasionally complained about their abnormality of living in seclusion and going out.

When it comes to Zisang's keeping his heart, Cheng Dan and Pengge have had enough.This kid is terrible, he looks silly, but in fact, he is born to be a flirtatious man, and he can't blame Fu Ziyuan for being hurt, but he didn't completely break up with him.

He is a secret agent. He has received all kinds of inhuman training since he was a child. He is highly skilled in martial arts and decathlon. He knows almost everything except the skills that normal people should know.But now, he gave up his identity as a spy for Fuziyuan, and started to wash his hands and make soup for Fuziyuan, learn to play go, make tea and draw, and so on.

In the beginning, Zisang Shouxin didn't adapt well. Although he didn't cut his hands when cooking, he would chop the stove because of too much force; The pendulum is stumbling; not being able to distinguish between tea leaves and tea sets is a basic operation, and soul painting is a standard practice. The funniest thing is that he bought a book for Fuziyuan and bought the wrong version. He handed the whole set of pornographic novels to Fuziyuan. Cheng Dan, Zhang Yuliang and Peng Ge laughed for half a month.

However, these stupid performances moved Fuziyuan and broke his defense a little bit.From being unwilling to meet with Zisang Shouxin at the beginning to now eating the dark dishes he made without changing his face and praising him for the delicious food without conscience, it took only half a month, except for being frightened by him who watched secretly from time to time. Tiao, the relationship between Fu Ziyuan and him is almost the same as when they were in love in the past.

One day, after eating his daily melon, Cheng Dan suddenly remembered something when he was sitting in front of the window sorting essays, raised his head and said to Zhang Yuliang, "Yuliang, can you cook?"

"Whether I can cook or not, don't you know after nearly two years with me?" Zhang Yuliang asked without raising her head. There is a scar on the knuckle of the right index finger holding the pen, which was cut by Pengge before. When cooking, "You want me to learn?"

Cheng Dan smiled and shook his head: "No, I just wanted to make fun of you. Mr. Zisang has learned how to cook noodles, but our extremely clever sixth son can cut his hand even when cutting vegetables."

Zhang Yuliang raised her long eyelashes slightly, her eyes sparkled, and she said, come and praise me all over her face: "There are always things that people are not good at, and my talent lies in other places."

"Oh." Cheng Dan said indifferently.

Zhang Yuliang smiled slightly: "Forget it, I won't write "Three Affair in the Court" anymore."

Cheng Dan opened his mouth with a series of idioms: "The sixth son is brilliant and talented, eight are rich and five cars are knowledgeable! Such hands should be used to repair books and paint, and it is too wasteful to use them for cooking and chopping vegetables!"

After speaking, she looked at him sincerely.

Zhang Yuliang couldn't help laughing, leaned over and pinched his soft face: "You."

Cheng Dan was greedy for the warmth of his palm, couldn't help rubbing against it, and then dragged the cushion to sit beside him.

Zhang Yuliang obediently let him lie on his lap, picked up the blanket beside him and shook it out to cover him: "Go to sleep for a while, you can eat when you wake up."

"Hmm..." Cheng Dan closed his eyes, with a soft nasal voice in his voice, "You won't have Mr. Zisang's noodles for dinner, will you?"

Zhang Yuliang smiled lightly: "Don't worry, no, Pengge and Ziyuan will definitely stop him. Besides, besides Ziyuan, Mr. Zisang is not interested in cooking for others."

"That's good...Mr. Ziyuan said that the taste of his noodles is hard to describe, I don't want to try anyway..." Cheng Dan was drowsy, his tone gradually became vague, and his trembling eyelashes slowly stopped.

Zhang Yuliang stroked his long hair scattered on her legs, like smoothing a cat's fur, with a gentle expression.The brazier quietly radiated heat, and there was a crackling sound from time to time. The sound of rain outside the window was slight, and the sound of the wind was quiet, making the room even more silent.

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Thanks to the efforts of the treasurer of Qingli Bookstore, the market gap for the three volumes of "Jianghu Night Rain" was finally closed.But this is not the end, but the beginning, because there will be "Everything in the Market" and "Three Things in the Court", as well as two collections of essays to be published.Leaving aside the collection of essays, he is busy with the two volumes of story books, and there is a long way to go to combat piracy. Cheng Dan supports him spiritually.

It is worth mentioning that after "My Days in the Palace" and "Night Rain in the Rivers and Lakes" became popular, various types of words should have appeared from time to time. The setting and structure of Jianghu Night Rain.

Thinking about the sluggish capital market in the past, and looking at the current situation where a hundred flowers are blooming, Cheng Dan can't help feeling: It is human instinct to seek profit.

But this is also understandable, after all, it has to be just right.

"Ah--" Zhang Yuliang's sneeze interrupted Cheng Dan's emotion, he looked back and saw Zhang Yuliang who had slept all afternoon finally opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

The night was dark, the candlelight was faint, his eyes were not focused when he just woke up, everything he saw was blurry, and he was in a trance. It was not until he saw Cheng Dan sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to tuck himself in the quilt, did he fully wake up come over.

"How long have I been asleep?" Zhang Yuliang opened his mouth, but his voice was stagnant and hoarse, and he felt a dull pain like being scorched by a fire.

"One afternoon." Cheng Dan stroked his forehead, the fever has subsided, "The medicine is warming on the stove, I'll get it for you."

Zhang Yuliang nodded, and his movements were a little wider, and immediately a tense tendon in his brain throbbed with pain.

This is one of the sequelae of wind-cold and high fever.

It was only a dozen steps from the bed to the stove, and Cheng Dan quickly returned with the medicine and a glass of water. He asked Zhang Yuliang to drink water to moisten his throat, and then he took a spoon to stir the soup and medicine, and fed it into his mouth.

The medicine was very bitter, even bitterer than the tonics he usually drank. Fortunately, his taste buds were still in a state of numbness, which allowed him to barely maintain his calm and calm.

After drinking the medicine, Zhang Yuliang was about to speak again, but Cheng Dan blocked his words with a candied fruit.In the candlelight, his expression didn't seem very happy, and there was a layer of chill in his black and white eyes, like ice floating on the water in winter.

Zhang Yuliang stopped talking immediately, lay back on the bed obediently, pulled the quilt, closed his eyes and went back to sleep again.

Seeing that he was so self-conscious, Cheng Dan couldn't express his anger, and could only sigh in the end.

Zhang Yuliang couldn't see him being sad and sad the most, so he sat up again immediately and reached out to pinch his face: "Okay, okay, I didn't pay attention this time, and I won't in the future."

Cheng Dan was expressionless: "Peng Ge said that you would say such things every time."

"...cough." Zhang Yuliang touched the tip of his nose guiltily.

Zhang Yuliang was born with a weak body. Since he was a child, he had been suffering from serious illnesses but not minor ones.Over time, he didn't care about these minor illnesses and pains anymore.

The weather has turned cold these few days, he stayed up too late at night to study, and didn't pay attention to adding clothes, and was infected by Cheng Dan's problem of kicking the quilt, and he woke up this morning with signs of a cold.

Sure enough, just after lunch, when he went back to his room to continue his work, he fell down lightly after writing a stroke, startled Cheng Dan who was reading a book across from him, dropped the book and rushed to his side to check His condition, he was relieved to confirm that he only had a fever.

Cheng Dan still remembered how he felt when he saw him fall down. He was anxious, worried and angry. He planned to scold him after he woke up, but he really woke up. I can't say it.

He thought of Zhang Yuliang watching him die four times, compared with that, his little anxiety was nothing.

"It's good that you're fine." Cheng Dan softened his expression, and went to the side to sort out the scattered manuscripts on the table. They were the result of Zhang Yuliang's hard work for several nights, "I discussed it with Peng Ge. After you fully recover Before, your three meals were mainly porridge, and you were not allowed to touch any tea, wine and books."

One moment Zhang Yuliang was still smiling for Cheng Dan to calm down, but the next moment his smile couldn't hold back: "Wait! Could this be too..."

"No, we—including Mr. Ziyuan agree that you must be taught a lesson so that you will have a long memory." Putting the manuscript into the box, Cheng Dan thought for a while, and put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone into the box Among them, pressed on the folded manuscript, "By the way, we made an appointment to go to Mingyue Tower to eat a whole crab feast tomorrow. The crab meat in autumn is the most plump. Unfortunately, the crab meat is cold and you can't eat it when you are still sick. Let's have porridge at home." .”

After finishing speaking, Cheng Dan showed a kind smile.

Zhang Yuliang: Slowly typed out a row of question marks.

"How can you treat patients like this?" He was so angry... He coughed a few times, his pale cheeks flushed slightly, "I want to go with you too!"

Cheng Dan smiled and said, "Yes, but you can only drink porridge. At most, I will give you a crab leg dipped in vinegar to taste."

Zhang Yuliang pursed her thin lips: "How about a crab claw?"

"If you're talking about shells..."

"Crab legs are pretty good. Crab legs are my favorite, so I decided so happily." Zhang Yuliang resolutely covered the quilt and lay down, leaving the back of Cheng Dan's head, "I want to sleep for a while, and you should also rest earlier .”

Cheng Dan turned his head away and snickered.

At noon the next day, Cheng Dan and the others went to Mingyue Tower, and they only gave Zhang Yuliang a crab leg.But what they ordered was the cloud spot crab unique to Tianxinghe in the imperial capital. It was big and delicious, and each was more than half a meter long. The weight of one crab leg was enough for him to eat with porridge.

Of course, he also paid for the meals.

Back in the mansion, when Fu Ziyuan was playing chess with Cheng Dan, he whispered to him: "Actually, it's not bad for Sixth Young Master to get sick once in a while."

Cheng Dan nodded in agreement.

Not far away, Zhang Yuliang, who is wrapping in a quilt and warming the fire, communicates with Zisang Shouxin about the daily life of a royal spy and plans to write it into "Three Things in the Court":? ? ?

Is it true that he can't hear it?

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