Li Qinghuan

Ji Qing raised his head and looked at him drunkenly. He was stunned for a while before realizing that the person in front of him was Song Li. Suddenly he woke up, got up and pushed Song Li away, and was about to escape.

Song Li couldn't bear it anymore, he was fierce once in front of Ji Qing, the hand that restrained him was pressed to the pillar, and he bent down and kissed him.

After a while, Song Li backed away slightly: "Are you still hiding?"

Ji Qing didn't speak, just looked at him with burning eyes and a little bit of drunkenness.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Li thought to himself: "I must have misunderstood it, right? It would be too embarrassing if that's the case."

Song Li let go of Ji Qing's hand with a dry smile while thinking: "Ah...then what, I..."

Ji Qing didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, he grabbed his hand behind his back, pushed him in front of the colonnade, and said in a low voice: "Kiss me, you can't go back on your word."

As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed him in a rebellious manner.

Ji Qing seemed to be afraid of Song Li's repentance, and kissed deeply and heavily. Song Li was almost out of breath, but just as he turned his head to catch his breath, Ji Qing squeezed his chin and pushed him back.

There was no one around, only the croaking of frogs. Ji Qing took a step back, his eyes still flickering, and answered Song Li's question seriously: "I won't hide anymore, I won't hide anymore."

Song Li sat on the bench, stretched out his hand to gently embrace Ji Qing: "Then you have to keep your word."

Ji Qing nodded, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside Song Li.

The two looked at each other silently, but at this moment, silence speaks louder than words.

After a long time, Ji Qing turned around and hugged Song Li, as if embracing his lost and regained light, and said softly, "A Li, thank you."

Song Li smiled where he couldn't see: "Is it just a thank you? I rode a horse for a day and a night, and came here to look for you without sleep, so you can just say thank you?"

Ji Qing let him go, raised his eyebrows lightly: "Then how do you want me to thank you?"

Song Li thought for a while, and said truthfully: "I haven't thought about it yet, so I owe you first."

Ji Qing nodded with a smile, leaned on the railing, stretched out a finger to swipe Song Li's eyes, and said distressedly: "Are you tired?"

Song Li nodded and yawned: "I'm a little tired."

Ji Qing: "Then let's go rest."

Song Li nodded: "Okay."

Ji Qing stood up, staggered and almost sat back down.

Song Li gave him a hand, waited for him to stand still, and approached him suspiciously, "You're still drunk, aren't you?"

Ji Qing: "A little dizzy."

Song Li panicked: "Don't, then... Just now... We... You won't deny it!"

Ji Qing lowered his head and laughed out loud: "How could that be?"

Song Li felt relieved, and helped Ji Qing back to the room.

Song Li has always claimed to be an informal person, but he still hesitated when he stood side by side with Ji Qing in front of the bed.

Song Li sneaked a glance at Min Jiqing from the corner of his eye, and found that the other party was looking at him with a half-smile.Song Li laughed twice: "Ahem, Heming, or I'd better go... eh——"

Song Li was pushed onto the bed before he finished speaking, and then Ji Qing pulled the quilt to wrap Song Li tightly, and he hugged Song Li through the quilt, closed his eyes and said softly: "It's okay, sleep."

This feeling... is really strange...

It's not like the two of them have never slept in the same bed, but it was the first time Song Xin beat so fast.

Song Liwo quietly opened his eyes in his arms, and what he saw was Ji Qing's Adam's apple.Song Li stretched his head forward, and lightly kissed Ji Qing's Adam's apple, extremely pious.

His light kiss did not disturb Ji Qing, holding Song Li in his arms, Ji Qing slept soundly and steadfastly.Although I had a dream, it was better than a sleepless night.

……

Twelve or thirteen-year-old Ji Qing was dressed in ragged clothes and staggered down the street, falling and fighting from time to time. He had just escaped from the refugee den, and was starving and his eyes were dazed. Looking around, there was only one The young man in white looks the most attractive. Ji Qing gritted his teeth and walked over with staggering steps, but he really lost his strength. Qing tried, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up, so he simply half-kneeled and half-crawled in front of the young man, and gently stretched out his hand to grab the young man's white robe.

Ji Qing remembered that it had just rained that day, and the street was wet and annoying.

But the white robe on the young man was very clean and spotless, so clean that Ji Qing felt that there was no color more beautiful than white in the world. There was a white crane embroidered on the hem of the white robe, which was raising its head and crying, lifelike.

Looking up, there is a black jade pendant hanging on the young master's waist. Judging from the appearance, it should be carved with Pixiu.

"The carving is really good." Thinking so, Ji Qing tilted his head up an inch, so that he could meet the little boy's clear eyes.

The little boy knelt down and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you hungry?"

Ji Qing stared dumbfounded, and nodded lazily.

The young master looked around and said, "Wait a minute, okay? My friends have gone to buy candied haws, and I'll be right back."

Ji Qing came back to his senses and nodded again.

What the little boy said was true, his three friends came over with candied haws in a short while.

The little boy waved his hands at them: "Come here!"

Several people rushed over here.

The little boy took a bunch of candied haws from one of them and handed it to him: "Eat it quickly!"

Ji Qing took the candied haws and whispered, "Thank you."

Hearing him speak, the young master was very pleasantly surprised: "So you can talk! The voice is really nice!"

Hearing what he said, Ji Qing's mouth curled into an inconspicuous arc.

"Ah Ying, give him your candied haws, and go buy some buns."

The boy called Ah Ying reluctantly handed the candied haws in his hand to Ji Qing, ran away angrily, and came back with a few buns after a while and handed them to Ji Qing.

"Here, here it is for you!"

The young man in white robe tore off the purse from his waist and handed it to Ah Ying, and said: "Ah Ying, don't be upset, go buy another one."

Ah Ying shook his head: "No need, Mr. Wang, I don't want it anymore."

The white-robed young master nodded: "Okay then, you take him back to the mansion later, settle him down and then come to us."

The little boy looked at Ji Qing with a smile: "Eat slowly, and come home with me when you are full, okay?"

……

It was already dawn, the windows were slanted open, and a ray of sunlight sneaked into the room through the gap.

Ji Qing struggled to open his eyes. He drank a lot last night and woke up with a splitting headache. It took him a long time to sit up and press his forehead firmly. The memories of last night slowly came back, but there was no one around him. There was no one, and the quilt was completely cold.

Sitting on the bed blankly, Ji Qing once suspected that he had hallucinations. Could it be that what happened last night was all in his imagination?That's shameless!

Just as Ji Qing was thinking about it, he suddenly smelled something burnt. He didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw thick smoke rising from the direction of Zhanluyuan's kitchen, and the servants of Ji's mansion ran there one after another carrying buckets.

Ji Qing didn't know what happened, so he had to go and have a look first.

As soon as he got closer, he saw a man standing at the door with a spatula in his hand.

Ji Qing called tentatively: "A Li? What are you doing?"

When Song Li heard Ji Qing call him, he turned around timidly, his face was black and gray, his eyes flicked here and there, but he didn't look at him: "Then what... I... what... want... to cook two small dishes for you... ..., I don't know why... just... just, it caught fire."

After hearing this, Ji Qing didn't know what to do for a moment. He took two steps forward and pulled up his sleeves to wipe his face, jokingly said, "Are you planning to fry the kitchen?"

Ji Qing said this as a joke, but Song Li felt very embarrassed: "Sorry, I burned the kitchen down for you..."

Ji Qing smiled and said: "It's okay, as long as you are not hurt, if you burn it, you will burn it, and I will not say anything if you burn Ji's mansion."

Song Li sighed: "Forget it, let's go out and eat something. I'm treating you. You haven't eaten well for a few days, right?"

Ji Qing nodded: "OK."

For some reason, the two of them were still close when they didn't pierce the window paper, but now they are open but restrained.

Only Ji Qing's occasional natural and intimate little movements reminded Song Li.

The two had their own concerns, and they didn't know what to eat for a meal. After eating, Song Li hurried back to the palace. Ji Qing didn't persuade him much, and hid back to Ji's mansion to sort out his messy memories.

Song Li tidied himself up in the palace and entered the palace.

I have come back, and I can't justify not going to the palace.

Standing at the gate of the Wangfu and counting the time, Song Duan should have finished morning court and returned to Panlong Hall by this time.

Sure enough, when Song Li arrived at Panlong Hall, Song Duan was already sitting behind the case.

First monarch, minister, brother, Song Li is not a person who doesn't understand the rules, so he lifted his clothes and knelt down straight: "I see your majesty."

Song Duan bowed his head to read the scriptures, and said, "You're back? No courtesy."

Song Li kowtowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Song Duan finally raised his head and pointed to the chair next to him: "Sit down, I'll read the memorial first. The northern Xinjiang is not peaceful recently, and reading the memorial is more time-consuming than usual."

Song Li sat down on the chair and replied, "I obey."

It was really time-consuming. Song Duan watched it for two or three hours. After he finished watching, Song Li had already fallen asleep on the table.

Song Li looked at his sleeping brother, and it was rare to arouse a brother's kindness. Song Duan got up and walked to Song Li's side, and stretched out his hand to pinch Song Li's nose again.

This trick has tried all kinds of tricks, and Song Li opened his eyes within a moment.

Song Duan withdrew his hand: "Let's go."

Song Li's eyes were sleepy: "Where are you going?"

Song Duan knocked on his forehead: "Accompany me to the Imperial Garden for a stroll."

Song Li rubbed his eyes vigorously and stood up: "Okay, let's go, Brother Huang."

Song Li stood up and Song Duan realized that at some point Song Li was half a head taller than him.Song Duan sighed softly and stepped out of the door.

Seeing this, Song Li hurriedly followed, and the two brothers strolled slowly to the Imperial Garden.

The imperial garden was lined with green trees, and a pool of lotus flowers was in full bloom. Song Li stared blankly at the full pool of lotus flowers, his thoughts were uncontrollable, and he suddenly remembered that it was also this time last year, when he rode a horse and plunged into the pond. In the clear lotus pond.

Thinking of this, Song Li suddenly felt a little funny, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

This smile was seen by Song Duan: "What's the matter, Ah Li, what makes you so happy?"

Song Li shook his head: "No, nothing."