The official is deeply trapped in the Shura field

The Endehou Mansion has been cloudy these past few days, but Zhu Jue doesn't know anything.

The official affairs of Dali Temple are still very busy. Apart from writing complaints, Zhu Jue accompanies Zheng Zhongyang to solve the case every day. Gradually, the two have developed a way of cooperating with each other, and their friendship in private is getting better and better. , Zheng Zhongyang watched him put down his pen, pointed outside and said, "Have a drink."

Zhu Jue also got along with him for a long time, only then did he know that Zheng Zhongyang was a cold-hearted person, and he was the one who took care of him silently most of the time, so he nodded and followed his pace with a wave of his wrist.

"Are you tired recently?"

Zheng Zhongyang knew he couldn't drink, so he just got some cherry juice and poured it for him.

"I'm fine, I feel very tired, you've been busy during my lunch break."

This statement is very true, the ministers of the Dali Temple came early and left late, Zheng Zhongyang sometimes did not return to the mansion for several months, and took Dali Temple as his home.

Zhu Jue's eyes were fixed on him. He raised his head and drank a glass of strong wine, sticking out his tongue and licking his lower lip.

"I'm used to it, heh, do you want to drink?"

"Well, it smells delicious."

Zheng Zhongyang made a wicked smile and seduced him, "This kind of wine is very strong, you must not do it."

The dark pavilion was backed by the wind, and it was cool in the middle of the night. Zhu Jue is a person who does not believe in evil. Hearing what he said, he wanted to try it. "My lord looks down on me, come, pour me some."

The white wine juice poured down, and a strong aroma came out. Zhu Jue sniffed it, stuck out his tongue close to the edge of the cup and licked it, "Hiss, so spicy?"

Quickly took a sip of cherry juice, and heard the man across from him laugh heartily. This kind of smile was a relaxed and sincere one. Zhu Jue looked up at him, curling his lips in displeasure.

"Ahem, that's fine, you drink cherry juice, I drink white wine, we compete, whoever loses can dance."

Eh?

Zhu Jue was immediately aroused by the talk. If this cold-faced boss danced under the blood, he would be ecstasy. He stomped his feet excitedly, "Success, come."

The two of them had one cup after another, one cup after another, and they didn't say a few more words during the whole process, some of them were provocations from Zhu Jue.

"Master Zheng is a good drinker."

"Master Zheng can't drink anymore?"

"I drank it all, here, why is Mr. Zheng not moving?"

"Master Zheng, it's your turn..."

While pushing and changing glasses, there were already a lot of wine bottles piled up under the pavilion. Zhu Jue's stomach was full from drinking, but the man opposite was still drinking in a cold and lonely way. Really, this huge amount...

Zheng Zhongyang blinked his long and narrow eyes with single eyelids, and motioned him to continue drinking, "Did Mr. Zhu feel like urinating violently?"

Unconvinced, Zhu Jue stood up and snorted at him, discussing, "You wait, I'll go to the toilet, come back and continue with you, I don't believe I can't beat you."

Zheng Zhongyang hummed casually, and with the corners of his eyes scanned his walking back, he hummed some poems with great interest. After a while, Zhu Jue came back, and the two started the wine competition again.

After drinking until the third watch, Zhu Jue really couldn't do it anymore. He felt that he couldn't drink the cherry flavor anymore, so he stood up resentfully, went to sit down next to him, patted the man on the shoulder and asked, "Why are you so good at drinking? And not drunk at all."

Zheng Zhongyang's eyes sparkled, brighter than when he was on duty during the day, and he took another sip from the wine glass with his fingers, and said, "I'm already drunk."

What?How can anyone say that he is drunk after drinking?

Zhu Jue sighed, ready to cheat, "Okay, sir, drink slowly, I'm going back home."

Just as he was about to leave, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind to grab him. Zheng Zhongyang didn't stand up, so he grabbed his wrist, his expression was not a bit distracted, and his logic was normal, "As I said just now, whoever loses dances, Zhu Jue."

Zhu Jue stood still, Zheng Zhongyang suddenly pulled him into his arms, wrapped his arms around him, buried his head in his neck and said, "Zhu Jue, you lost..."

The two people in the pavilion overlapped one another, and Zhu Jue naturally felt that somewhere under him was slowly waking up, pushed him away unnaturally and stood up, stammering, "That, that, you , I, I didn't lose, you lost..."

These words have no confidence, especially when the man is staring at you without concealment, you are even more flustered.

The heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out, Zhu Jue couldn't take it anymore, turned around and ran away.

The rest of Zheng Zhongyang lowered his head, pursed his lips and smiled, and continued to drink the wine in his glass.

Zhu Jue, who was sitting in the carriage, patted his face, remembered the appearance of the man just now, and slapped his forehead again, what happened?

Until returning home, Zhu Jue felt that his heart was still beating irregularly in a panic. Standing in front of the mirror and looking at himself, his face turned red. This Zheng Zhongyang is too much...

I didn't sleep well that night. The scene of a man pulling him repeatedly appeared in the dream. He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he could feel the momentum below him ready to go. This aggressive behavior made him want to escape. After waking up, I had been brewing for a long time before I was ready to go on duty.

At dawn, the man entered the Dali Temple wearing a dark blue thin gown with cloud patterns. He couldn't control his footsteps and went to the stone pavilion in the backyard to look. Sure enough, the place was clean, and there was no trace of drinking last night. He paused. Go to the back hall.

Zheng Zhongyang caught a glimpse of the hesitant figure of the man from a distance, kept silent and continued to file.

Zhu Jue slowly approached and came in, calling him in a low voice, "Master Zheng."

The man in front of the desk was still the same as before, suddenly raised his head to look at him, his eyes were still fierce, staring at the bruise under his eyes and said, "You came late today, don't make an exception."

What?forget?

Zhu Jue drooped his eyelashes, retracted his fingers, and turned back to his seat with a hum.

For the next day, Zhu Jue secretly observed Zheng Zhongyang. His rhythm of doing things was exactly the same as before, without the slightest deviation. When he was about to go off duty, the yamen servant came and said that the eldest son of Prime Minister Yang's family had come.

"Please come in."

After a while, a man came in, a man with a crown of hair, a brocade-woven cloud gown with a Buddhist thread pattern, and a purse dangling around his waist. He came in a few steps and urged Zheng Zhongyang, "Go out and drink, hurry up."

Zheng Zhongyang poured the pen down, and squinted at him, "What's the hurry?"

Obviously the two knew each other very well, Yang Junyi glanced at the side of the man's face, and jokingly said, "Hey, the scar on your face makes you even more repulsive. Whenever Si Qing speaks, it feels like you are in winter." , Hey, when will you let me be in spring?"

Zheng Zhongyang pursed his lower lip, and hung up the brush in his hand, "On the bed..."

Zhu Jue broke the glass suddenly, and the two people in front looked back at him at the same time, "Uh, I accidentally..."

Yang Junyi said frivolously, "Hey, why is there a jade boy from the sky in Dali Temple?"

Zheng Zhongyang didn't speak when he heard the words, but interrupted him with a neat wave of his sleeves, "Shut up, let's go."

Shutting his mouth in embarrassment, he took another meaningful look at Zhu Jue who was dazed, and then hurriedly followed him out.

"Hey, Mr. Zheng fell in love with that kid, didn't he?"

Yang Junyi caught up with someone and stopped him from asking.

"No more drinking?"

Zheng Zhongyang asked him back.

The two men stood facing each other in a confrontational state.

Yang Junyi was still smiling, and after approaching the man, he nodded, "Of course I want to drink."

In the wine shop they often go to, Zheng Zhongyang directly drinks one cup after another when he comes in, and Yang Junyi depends on him for a few drinks with him, "We have known each other since we were young, but you didn't tell me the truth. They were so nervous that they dropped their cups, why don’t you admit it?”

Zheng Zhongyang pushed him, and a smile appeared on his lips, "You have no bones, sit down."

"I won't sit down if you don't admit it."

Anyway, you have to say it.

Zheng Zhongyang drank another cup, recalled the time when he was tied up last time, and said directly without considering the words, "He is quite simple and courageous. You know I like such boys."

Yang Junyi sat up with his back facing him, stretched out his hand to drink a cup, turned around and clinked glasses with him, and congratulated him happily, "Finally met one, I thought you would die alone, when the time comes, I will be the only friend left by your side." , I didn’t expect that you could still make iron trees bloom?”

"Well, it's limited to liking, he is the one that Nine Thousand Years likes."

Yang Junyi tilted his head and stuck out his tongue, "I said, who do you care, that kid looks easy to do, would you like me to teach you two tricks?"

Zheng Zhongyang suddenly lowered his face and stared at his lips, "Like last time, teach me to kiss?"

Uh…

The man who approached was a little flustered when he heard this sentence, tried hard to control his beating heart, and explained, "Hey, you are afraid that I will not be clean, and I will dismiss those in the mansion..."

"Oh? What about those outside the mansion, the eldest son of Prime Minister Yang's family has good friends everywhere."

Yang Junyi smiled wryly, with a deep voice, "Don't make fun of me, come, drink and drink..."

On the other hand, when Zhu Jue returned home, he was thinking about Zheng Zhongyang until he went to bed. He likes men?Him to himself?He to that man?

I didn't come to any result after thinking about it. When it was evening, Yang Zhen came over. He looked very tired. He stretched out his hand and took a sip of tea, and said happily, "Zhu Jue, help me write a poem, use flower paper."

"What are you going to do?"

When Yang Zhen spoke, even his voice was exhausted, "Don't ask, just write to me."

Zhu Jue stood up and went to the window to write, "By the broken bridge outside the post, there is no one left alone. It's already dusk to worry about alone, with the wind and rain. I don't want to fight for the spring, and let the crowd be jealous. Everything is turned into mud and dust. , only the fragrance remains the same."

After finishing writing and drying, he came over and handed it to Yang Zhen. The man looked at it, with a little sadness in the corner of his eyes, and said dryly, "Next, write your words."

Something seemed to flash through Zhu Jue's mind, but he didn't catch it. He turned around and added two more words, Jinyu.

The small letters on a piece of paper are round and upright, and the sound is especially beautiful when held in the woman's slender hands. After reading and reading, she reluctantly folded them, read and read softly, until the night became hoarse, and she was still silently reading. Read, until the early morning, the master of these hands let go of it as if unable to support it.

The author has something to say: Zhu Jue: I feel something bad happened.

Fu Renzhang: Yes, it happened because of you.