Tong Xian was stunned for at least half a minute, and finally regained consciousness and said feebly: "Okay, I understand."
"I'm very grateful. Zhao has military affairs, so I can't disturb him, so I'll take my leave." After saying that, he turned around and left quickly without leaving a trace of warmth or smile.
"Bang -" A few minutes later, the sound of smashing things and a sharp and sharp yell came from Tong Xian's room: "No man is good!" With such a surname, Meng had already gotten married in this city of Cangzhou.
.The same goes for Zhao Changyuan, who always has to live up to his passionate love.
The replica "little pretty face" was put back that day, and Tong Xian stayed away for a while. Now he was at ease in this place where the mountains were high and far away from the emperor. He was not willing to go back to the palace early to serve others.
Gong Yueyue and others planned to leave immediately after breakfast. Yin Liang went to the stable to pick up the carriage, Xiaomei helped Gong Yueyue downstairs, and Tian Hai had already gone to the shopkeeper downstairs to complete the check-out formalities.
As soon as he paid the money and turned to leave, he met an old man with a white beard and bumped into Tian Hai. Tian Hai asked stupid questions for fear of hurting him, but he only heard Gong Yueyue's sweet roar: "Catch him! He is a thief."
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Sure enough, the old man pushed Tian Hai to the ground and ran out of the door, still holding Tian Hai's money bag in his hand. At this moment, Yin Liang suddenly appeared at the door. The old man was startled and stopped the car.
He turned around hastily and rushed towards Gong Yueyue Xiaomei with a frown.
Yin Liang didn't react for a while, but he sensed that something was wrong and hurried after him. Tian Hai was holding on the ground and screamed in shock. The young lady was pregnant, and if she was injured, he would probably be on crutches for the rest of his life.
At the critical moment, the old man rushed to Gong Yueyue amidst everyone's exclamations and stretched out his hand to greet her.
Gong Yueyue ducked down and hit him with an iron-head magic skill on his chest. He staggered back a few steps and saw the cute little girl in front of him, rushing towards him like lightning and tapping her chin.
He raised his hand and saw a knife... He felt his head was buzzing, his thigh was hit hard by a hard object, and he knelt down to her with a pop.
All this happened in an instant, and the entire inn lobby burst into cheers and applause.
Officer Gong clamped the old man's chin and ripped off his fake beard with a "stab" sound. "It belongs to the shopkeeper!"
"Sir! What are your orders?"
"Send him to the government immediately without any mistakes. If he appears in this shop again in the future, I will definitely find a way to shut down your inn!" Based on the similar experience she had encountered in the Yamen, this guy must not be the first one.
A crime was committed here. People who are away from home are already in a lot of difficulties. If someone steals money again, they will really have to beg on the street. The attitude of the shopkeepers to turn a blind eye is really disgusting.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Gong Yueyue has four masters and servants, all of whom are dressed in extraordinary clothes. They only choose the best for food and clothing, and they are extremely generous. Looking at this girl at a young age, she seems to be a good person. How dare the shop owner to neglect her?
, nodded hurriedly and bowed his head, saying no to accompany him.
Tian Hai and Xiaomei, one on each side, hugged Gong Yueyue and walked to the carriage.
"My young lady, are you okay?" Thinking about the scene just now, Tian Hai was still frightened.
"It's okay, I'm not papery."
Xiaomei also asked with concern: "Is your stomach feeling okay?"
"My dolls are not that brittle." Gong Yueyue had already trained herself into a female man. The amount of exercise just now was really not a big deal.
Just as he was about to get on the carriage, he found Yin Liang standing next to the horse, looking at him for a moment, looking a little stunned. Gong Yueyue touched her face and asked him: "Is there something on my face?"
Only then did Yin Liang realize that he was a little rude. He blushed and lowered his head: "No... no..."
"Then let's go quickly." After saying that, Gong Yueyue didn't think too much, turned around and boarded the carriage.
"Marshal, it's time to get up!"
The guard outside the door knocked on Zhao Changyuan's door on time, waking him up from his messy dream. "Got it." He responded lazily, kicked off the quilt, exposed half of his body, and looked at the bed curtain blankly.
, waiting for every cell in the body to wake up.
After a while, the door was pushed open from the outside and his armor was brought in. "Marshal, your armor has been scrubbed properly."
He quickly covered himself with the quilt, hiding half of the spring scenery. He had developed the habit of sleeping naked after getting married to Gong Yueyue, and he couldn't change it for a while. "Well, let it go." His tone was a little dissatisfied. Listening to the voice, it was clear that someone had come in.
The attendant was not the little robe who always served him. Looking sideways, he saw that the soldier was thin and had an unfamiliar figure. It was indeed not the robe.
"Are you new here?" Even if you are new here, you have to knock on the door before entering. Don't you understand such a simple principle?
"Reporting to the marshal, my subordinate was serving General He before. Today, Xiaopaozi is ill. General He asked his subordinate to help him lead a team. If I have slighted the marshal in any way, please forgive me." The soldier is petite.
, but the body hair seems to be too well developed, the face is unshaven, and the two eyebrows are connected together, forming a straight line.
Zhao Changyuan saw him standing at the table looking at him stupidly, as if waiting for instructions, so he ordered: "Well, I want to change clothes, you go down first."
"Uh... Marshal, doesn't he need help from his subordinates?" He blinked and looked directly at the handsome man lying on the couch without hesitation, his eyes scanning from hair to toes, from toes to hair. He was stunned.
Zhao Changyuan looked so horrified that he retracted his feet that were originally stretched out from the quilt.
"No, I'll do it myself." Zhao Xiaobai's face was a little annoyed, but he didn't feel sleepy for a moment.
"Oh." The soldier didn't intend to leave. He still stayed at the table, his eyes wandering directly over him. Occasionally, he would meet his sullen eyes and respond with an innocent giggle. Finally, he simply stared at him exposed outside the quilt.
On his shoulders, he never moved away.
"Are you okay?" If it weren't for the inconvenience of being naked under the quilt, Zhao Xiaobailian would have wanted to beat this guy up on the spot.
"No." The soldier replied confidently.
"Then why are you still standing here?" Zhao Changyuan's face was covered with black lines, and the anger in his chest had burned to his throat. If this strange guy didn't go out, then he would have to use his last resort - calling people loudly.
"Oh, my subordinate, please step back now." The soldier with unibrowed eyebrows was obedient this time, and he turned around and left.
Zhao Changyuan waited for him to close the door, then he suppressed his anger, lifted the quilt and stood up. As soon as he reached the table, before his hands touched the corners of his clothes, the door was pushed open again with a "hula", and the small body quickly flashed
He came in and stared at him. "Marshal!"
He hurriedly pulled out his robe to cover his waist, and asked through gritted teeth: "What's wrong?"
"I forgot to leave the purple gold button." The unibrow walked to the table with a smile and put down the purple gold tiger head button. Zhao Changyuan's whole body was tense, as if he was on high alert. The unibrow lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth.
An imperceptible smile. "Haha...I'm sorry, please continue...haha."
Just as he turned around to leave, he suddenly reached out and slapped Zhao Changyuan's chest with his hand. "Wow, there's a mosquito!" He was about to succeed, but he was pinched by Zhao Changyuan's tiger claws and stopped him at the moment.
"Get out." He suddenly discovered that the unibrow's wrist was as thin as a woman's. If he applied a little more force, it might be broken by him. So he just shook him off and didn't want to say anything more.
The unibrow rubbed his wrist in pain, wrinkled his features and said angrily: "Hey!" Then he turned and walked towards the door. Before closing the door again, he said without fear of death: "You have such a beautiful figure.
Superb! Much better than General He!"
"Are you sure?" Zhao Changyuan couldn't help but stand on end again as he thought about the unibrowed look in his eyes just now as he stood by the bed and looked at him up and down. Being a child was enough for him, and now such a sissy appeared out of nowhere.
...Why would God play tricks on him, a 100% pure straight man? At this moment, he was a little doubtful whether it was other people's problem or his own problem.
Seeing that he looked flustered and uneasy, He Yong held back the smile that was about to come out and said seriously: "Hey, I am young and may be a little lively, but I am quick and careful in my work. It is much better than your silly robe."
Zhao Changyuan blushed, feeling very unbelievable. Could it be that the sissy was not so abnormal when he was around He Yong? "But why do I feel that he..."
Before he could finish speaking, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "Marshal, General! Breakfast is ready for you two. Where will you enjoy it?"
Zhao Changyuan took a breath, turned around, and saw that smiling furry face again.
He Yong nodded with satisfaction: "Go to my room."
"Yes!" The hairy-faced, unibrowed man simply walked away this time.
"See? It's quite clever. I promise to lend it to you for one day, and you won't be able to give it back to me." After He Yong finished speaking, he walked carelessly to his bedroom.
When Zhao Changyuan heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Haha, I still think the robe suits me."
He Yong suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at him, with a wicked smile on his face and bright eyes: "This is what you said, don't regret it."
The unibrow was indeed attentive, dexterous and enthusiastic. Not only did he help Zhao Changyuan serve the porridge, but he also held it in his mouth to help him cool it down.
Zhao Changyuan was hurting He Yong's face, so he had to say to him in a consultative tone: "I can do it myself." After saying that, he reached out to take it.
"How come this happened? The porridge is too hot, what if it hurts you?" The unibrow was quite stubborn, puffing out his cheeks and blowing air. Zhao Changyuan looked at him in collapse, seeing sporadic water vapor spraying on the bowl.
Here, he bit his lip and silently lowered his outstretched hand.
He Yong, who was almost holding back his internal injuries, waited for the unibrow to retreat out of the door, suppressing a smile and said: "Look, he is as careful as dust."
Zhao Changyuan stared at him with big eyes and asked him in disbelief: "On weekdays, does he serve you like this?" If so, forget it. If not, he would immediately order this weird unibrow to be thrown away.
He Yong's answer made him feel a little better. "Yes. What does this mean? In winter, he is the one who gives me a warm bed to sleep on."
"Don't you think...it's not appropriate?" He leaned back. He needed to look at this partner who had been with him through life and death for many years in a different light. (To be continued)