Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

Huo Yanyu frowned slightly, and stayed silent next to Qingyuan.The word 'unhappy' was written brightly on his face, he only stretched out his hand to pinch a wisp of Qingyuan's ink hair and played with it, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line.

Qingyuan's heart softened, and he stretched out his hand into his arms, he squeezed that smooth and delicate cheek, and then kissed it, "I will accompany you in the future, okay?"

If he wants to take Gu Jing out tomorrow, he can only leave Huo Yanyu in the palace and take him with him next time.

He looked at those beautiful eyes, slowly stroked the ends of his eyes with his fingers, and his voice was as gentle as the rippling lake water in spring, "We still have a lot of time, and we will never be apart in the future."

After all the gods and souls in this world are successfully appeased, his Taoist companion will be fine. At that time, they will spend the long years together and will never be separated again.

Huo Yanyu thought about it seriously for a while, and counted with his fingers, "Life is only a hundred years, we may not live that long, if the two of us can live to be 70 years old, I only have 50 years left, and 25 years left seven years of official time, so that's only 19 years."

It’s not that I don’t know, once I calculate it, I feel that time is running out. He is now twenty and one, and 19 years have passed. It’s really a matter of flickering, the time spent together is really passing too fast .

Hearing this, Qingyuan just stroked his hair, he put his arms around Huo Yanyu's waist, and said with a smile, "How do you know that we only have a hundred years, maybe you and I can live for a long time, you 21 is this It will still look like this a hundred years later, and then you will know that a hundred years is really nothing, it's like sleeping, and nothing has changed after waking up."

Huo Yanyu was a little depressed at first, but he laughed directly when he said this, "It would be great if that was the case, we will still be together in the next life."

Qingyuan half-truthfully said, "Maybe you still told me like this in your previous life."

Huo Yanyu saw that there was a slight smile on his face, and the brilliance between his brows was full of flirtatious jokes, but his eyes were a little serious, with a provocative meaning.

An inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart, blinking his eyes and thinking, if only... what he said was true.

Qingyuan was correcting the memorial, and when the cinnabar pen marked the last book, he stood up and moved his body.

Seeing that he was done, Huo Yanyu took his right hand and gently kneaded it. Now it was afternoon, the sun was setting, and the two returned to Fanhua Palace together.

The bed curtain in the inner room was lightly closed, Qingyuan pulled it open and saw that there was a white undershirt on the bed, spread out on the outside, it was where he usually lay, he picked it up and looked, and found that it was indeed his coat.

"Don't look!" Huo Yanyu stretched out his hand to snatch it from him, and quickly crumpled it into a ball and hid it behind him. When Qingyuan was away, he found a worn dress and put it beside him. I forgot to put it away, and was caught right away.

Qingyuan was just looking curiously at first, but saw Huo Yanyu blushing, and hid in a panic. Each of his Taoist companions has slightly different personalities, but they have always been open-minded about love-things, shy There is basically no heart, so...

His eyes became complicated and subtle, which made Huo Yanyu feel embarrassed, what did he do on his clothes?

Qingyuan coughed dryly, glanced behind him uncontrollably, "My underwear...?"

Huo Yanyu thought that he knew that he slept with his clothes in his arms every night, so his face became hot for no reason. He was originally fair, but when he blushed like the morning glow shining on the snow, it was eye-catching and dazzling. He said a little embarrassedly, "Okay."

Qingyuan looked at the crimson color on his Taoist companion's face and was silent for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "Then... can I still wear it in the future?"

Could there be something weird on it?

It's okay, I just hope it doesn't...too much.

Huo Yanyu was stunned when he heard the words, why couldn't he just hug him and sleep for a few nights... He paused, looked at Qingyuan who had a slightly subtle expression, and then took out the clothes behind him, "Why can't I wear this anymore!" He There was a faint red color on the earlobe, and the whole person was a little irritable, "What are you thinking, what can I do to your underwear?!"

He missed Qingyuan very much, but he didn't want to face his clothes, it would be too... shameful.

Qingyuan secretly condemned himself, looked at someone who had obviously exploded, and slowly stroked his hair, "Well, I know you can't do it without you." He was thinking too much.

But he can't blame him entirely, after all, some spirits are more enthusiastic and let go, such as He Louming from the previous world.

It may also be because of the general environment. In the interstellar era, people no longer shy away from some things, but enjoy and immerse themselves generously. Few people here talk about this matter. Men are okay, but women are more restrained.

Huo Yanyu snorted, and folded the clothes in his hands on the bed. He smoothed out the wrinkles little by little. Although he didn't say it explicitly, the meaning was obvious: take a look, is there anything on it? !

This arrogant little appearance made people's hearts tickle, Qingyuan hugged him from behind, and patted him gently.

At night, the two of them were lying on the bed together, Huo Yanyu leaned on Qingyuan's chest and talked, and while talking, his hands became restless, sometimes he stretched out his chest to touch, and then put it on his thigh Walking upstream, in short, the drunkard's intention is not to drink.

Qingyuan took his troublesome hand, squeezed it lightly and said solemnly, "Huo Yanyu, I want to tell you something."

Huo Yanyu scratched his palm lightly with his backhand, and said absently, "Say it."

Qingyuan said clearly word by word, "I asked the imperial physician to take a look at it at noon, and the imperial physician said that my vital energy is weakened and my kidney yin is depleted, resulting in stagnation of liver qi and insufficient kidney essence, so I need to take good care of it."

In short, just two words: do not lift.

Huo Yanyu was scratching his palms distractedly at first, but when he realized it, his eyes widened and he looked at Qingyuan in disbelief, "What did you say?" His voice raised an octave abruptly.

Qingyuan held his forehead in pain, "It's just as you understand."

Huo Yanyu seemed to be hit, and tried to test it unbelievingly. After a lot of tossing, he was sweating all over, and Qingyuan's reaction was as indifferent as his face.

He stared at Qingyuan with blank eyes, and said with trembling lips, "Why... is it like this?" When he looked closely, there was water in his eyes, and he said aggrievedly, "It was fine before."

Qingyuan Qingxin mantra became more and more rapid, he lowered his eyes and touched the bright yellow brocade quilt with his hands, his voice was a little low, "I don't know either."

A strand of his black hair drooped, and he looked a little pitiful invisibly.

Huo Yanyu's heart softened all of a sudden, and he stretched out his hand to touch Qingyuan's cheek, touching his forehead to comfort him, "It's okay, you may just not have a good rest, and you will be fine in the future."

Qingyuan nodded and hummed, hugged Huo Yanyu and stopped talking, his eyelashes trembled slightly when he lowered his eyes, he was less majestic than in the daytime, but more inexplicably fragile.

Huo Yanyu felt that his heart was soft like a pool of water, and a strong desire to protect emerged in his heart. He patted him on the back like Qingyuan did in the past, and whispered softly, "It's okay, don't be afraid Don't stress, everything is fine."

Qingyuan nodded silently, then lay down gently, held Huo Yanyu half in his arms, and closed their eyes together.

The sky is a kind of quiet darkness, in the silence of all sounds, there are only the shadows of the whirling trees, and the moonlight is gentle.

On the second day, Qingyuan went directly to the east gate to leave the palace after he left court. He got into the carriage and met Gu Jing inside without accident.

Gu Jing was wearing a white cloak, and there was a circle of white fluffy hair on his hat. He didn't have much flesh on his cheeks. With the mist rising from the teapot on the small stove on the ground, he looked upright and clean, like spring and Jingming. The style of a gentleman.

Seeing Qingyuan, he smiled a little more, "Your Majesty."

Qingyuan sat down next to him, reached out to touch Gu Jing's hand, the warmth in his palm, like a small stove when he covered it, Gu Jing was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect him to be so eager, he lowered his head slightly, showing a full body. A neck as white as jade.

Before he could get distracted, Qingyuan stretched out his other hand, clasped his palms together and covered his hand, "Why are your hands so cold? Are you wearing thin clothes?"

Gu Jing paused, a little dumbfounded, "I'm not cold in what I'm wearing."

When other people touch their hands, they are gentle and meticulous, rubbing them inch by inch, with a sense of seduction, Qingyuan touches his hands, covering them tightly, without any sultry meaning, but he just feels good .

"Then you have to take good care of yourself." It's winter, and his hands are cold.

Gu Jing just smiled, then nodded in agreement.

They stopped on Jingcheng Street, and the two of them walked along a long road. This place is more prosperous. Although it is winter, the street is still bustling with people coming and going, and there are all kinds of food and snacks. Qingyuan saw There are also children carrying chickens for sale, with two small buns tied on their heads, which are very round and cute.

As they walked along the way, they both put on their normal clothes and walked side by side. They were both tall and gentle people, and they looked very suitable.

There was a fortune teller on the side of the street, wearing dark blue cotton clothes, sitting at a table at the corner of the street, with a black cloth covering the top for shelter from the wind, scattered copper coins and tortoise shells on the table, and carrying a wooden stick. There is a white flag hanging on it, with four big characters written on it: divine machine and clever calculation.

There was a faint smile on Gu Jing's lips. He hadn't been here for a long time. It's not that he didn't have time and opportunities, but he was always alone and a bit boring.

Suddenly, he heard a shout, "You two noblemen, this old man is here to give you a lottery." He looked around and saw an old man sitting on the side of the street. His beard and hair were all white. The eyes are like candles in the dark night, amazingly bright.

Gu Jing hesitated for a moment, but saw Qingyuan holding his hand and heard Qingyuan say, "Old man, what can you do here?"

There was a blue-black stone by the old man's hand, and he stroked it back and forth with his old and withered hands, and he replied leisurely, "Of course... everything can be counted." A pair of eyes slowly slid past the two of them, and then fixed on Gu Jing said, "If you have a good eye, it will be counted for free. If you don't, it won't count even if the emperor is here."

Qingyuan smiled, "Then take a look, old man, am I right for you?"

The old man shook his head, pointed at Gu Jing, "I want to count for him."

The author has something to say: Small Theater: The last race created by God of Creation is the orc, and the prototype of the orc is a leopard, a small one that makes meow.

The orc is called Xing, and usually likes to lie in a ball on Qingyuan's lap, and then play with his big fluffy tail.

He often heard that the gods like dragons and beasts, and he had seen that dragon, golden yellow, that could breathe fire.

Star stroked his tail, then put him in the hands of the gods.

I'll touch the tail for you, so don't touch the dragon, okay?

感谢在2021-04-1400:00:00~2021-04-1423:59:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: umm 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: so because of 50 bottles; @ぬ 5 bottles; 1 bottle of Sijiu Chenxi; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!