Chapter 185: Sharing a bath, utilizing, the heart of a dear friend.

Chi Xiaochi doesn't move to condescend, "What makes you think that?"

Yan Yuanzhao colored slightly, "You don't care what the Sixth Master thinks, the Sixth Master wants to know what you think."

Chi Xiaochi was silent.

"In your generation, you're the only one in the Shi family that stands out. Your two cousins, one is a Confucian scholar and the other is barely qualified compared to you." Yan Yuanzhao said, "If you are interested in that boy, just play around, don't take it seriously."

At this point, Yan Yuanzhao realized that something was wrong and took the initiative to reach out and press the board.

Chi Xiaochi was so determined to sort out the characters' relationships that he only gave him a brief glance.

Yan Yuanzhao said cautiously, "In the past, if I had said that, you would have flipped the table with me. Why have you changed your mind today?"

Chi Xiaochi faded, "I'm going to win this game, so what table is going to be turned over."

Yan Yuanzhao was immediately aroused: "Sixth Master let him go first, can you still win?"

Chi Xiaochi : "...... Dare I ask when you gave way?"

Yan Yuanzhao boldly pointed to the place where he had just made a move: "That's Fang Cai."

Chi Xiaochi: "......"

Roll out the grams.

Feudal empire get out of Go.

In three games, Yan Yuanzhao was killed by Chi Xiaochi.

It was getting late, and Yan Yuanzhao, who was still in the mood for more, was half invited and half thrown out of the general's residence by General Shi with the excuse that "I have to go to bed early, and tomorrow Mr. Xu will have a morning class".

Once in the carriage, Yan Yuanzhao still refused to stop: "See, I made him."

Qu Ying, however, wanted to speak, "...... Sixth Prince."

Yan Yuanzhao goes to check which kind of incense is burning in the incense burner of today's carriage: "What is it?"

"Chess is chess and wine is wine." Qu Ying whispered, "Qu Ying dare not forget the purpose of your initial friendship with the Young General."

Yan Yuanzhao puts the lotus petal-shaped bronze cover back in its place and remains silent.

He ruffled the beaded curtains with his gold silk fan and looked out.

In front of him was the plaque of the general's residence. The splendor of the "General Zhennan's Mansion" had lasted for seven generations.

Book Depository "Hong Feng Yi Cai", three pavilions of the "waves of light and clouds", the main hall of the "praise and loyalty", more than half of the plaques in the general's residence are his father's calligraphy, written in his own handwriting, his own mouth to give! What an honor.

But from the appearance alone, the general's residence brick wall gray, not decorated with gold and jade, low-key and introverted, quietly standing in the city of hope outside the gilded royal city.

The Toki family, the bastion and attendant of the Yan family for generations, has been as loyal as a word since the beginning.

He lowered the curtain and raised his voice, "Let's go."

Chi Xiaochi had no time to catch his breath after the location scouting, but there was another not-so-small problem.

A Ling invited, "Please ask Gong Zi to clean his hands and have the evening meal."

The food tonight is not bad. A dunked yellow fish, a cabbage, a bean sprouts and ham, a steamed pork, a bowl of soup, a small bowl of wontons, soup is very fresh, is a fresh chicken and fresh bamboo shoots simmering for a long time, skimming off the floating oil residue, to take the most clear soup cooked into.

Chi Xiaochi glanced at the dishes and said, "One guest each for the gentleman."

A Ling said as she gave him some food, "It has already been sent. Mister's spleen and stomach are weak, so he sent less meat that is difficult to gram and added an extra guest of bird's nest."

Chi Xiaochi stares at A Ling's hand.

A Ling drew hot water, dipped a towel in it, wrung it out, and gave it to Chi Xiaochi to wipe his hands, "Please rest assured that Zi Ling will do everything for Gong Zi that is on Gong Zi's mind."

Chi Xiaochi, having lost all appetite by the rubbing, lifted his stick and ate two chopsticks, feeling a little wasteful, he naturally said, "You haven't eaten either, have you, together?"

A Ling smiled, as if she was used to this kind of honor, "Thank you Gong Zi."

With that, he quickly fetched the spare bowls and chopsticks and stood to eat.

...... It seems Shi Tingyun and A Ling are really more intimate.

In contrast, A Shu is more verbose.

A Ling's name is Chu Ziling, A Shu is from the Bai tribe in the southern border, and his Chinese name is Li Yeshu. All of them are obviously from families that have read books, which shows how much care his father took in selecting people for him.

Compared to Li Yeshu, who is possessed by the Tang Monk, Chu Ziling is a bit more tactful and considerate in the world, with a pair of peach blossom smiling eyes, and a smile before words, which is very pleasing to the eye, but does not lose its frivolity.

When Chi Xiaochi's bowl of wonton soup is almost empty, he adds to it in a timely manner, his eyes arched, and you can tell he's not in a bad mood.

Chi Xiaochi asked quite gently, "What are you laughing at?"

A Ling said frankly, "Gong Zi's health has turned better, and Zi Ling's heart rejoices."

Chi Xiaochi took the soup bowl, "Where did you Fang Cai go?"

"Gong Zi is so hung up on Zi Ling, Zi Ling is not afraid." A Ling laughed, "But please Gong Zi spare Zi Ling, if Zi Ling was around, the Sixth Prince would have avenged his last third son."

Chi Xiaochi hmmm'd and commanded, "Pack up the master bedroom, from now on, Master Gong Zi stays in my room."

This froze A Ling for a moment, "Gong Zi?"

Chi Xiaochi said in a dignified manner, "Recently, my father has sent me letters from time to time, informing me of important border affairs, and I have many things to ask for advice from you. Father urged to talk to you more often, and sleep with you on the same couch against your feet to show respect."

"Aye. Zi Ling took note." A Ling obediently responded, "It's just Zi Ling alone, the movement of organizing will be slower, after the meal, Zi Ling will transfer a few people from the outer courtyard to help clean up."

"Where's A Shu?"

"You may have forgotten to sleep?" A Ling said, "A Shu's youngest sister is doing housework at Qi's house on the outskirts of the city. A Ling said, "A Shu's youngest sister is doing household chores at Qi's house on the outskirts of the city, and you authorized A Shu to go out to visit her on the thirteenth day of every month. Today was A Shu's day to visit his relatives, and in order to look after your health, A Shu went out a few hours late. Before he left, he still remembered Gong Zi and said that he wanted to go to the Turkic caravan to buy some meditative spices for you to use."

Chi Xiaochi did not say a word, secretly jotted down some key phrases, intending to go back at night and have a good exchange with his own husband.

But by nightfall, Chi Xiaochi's righteousness had been completely emptied.

Since Master Gong Zi had difficulty in moving around, Da Gong Zi had to serve him with great care, including grooming and bathing.

Lou Ying This body is very thin, due to the lack of sunshine, the skin is bloodless, the legs are always weak, you need to be supported to bathe, the wooden barrel is too constricted, inconvenient to act, so the two of them went to the mansion's soup pond.

Lou Ying's facial tattoos were not a glamorous thing, and she hid them from the public, so Chi Xiaochi specially dismissed the waiters.

The general's house people have been trained, know what words should be said what words should not be said, at most, only bellyaching.

It is said that this Gong Zi teacher long illness bed, and fear of light and cold, Fang Cai avoiding people and live, but also wear a power hedge at night, I am afraid that the appearance is impeded, not to see people it.

The body was light, and after carrying the yukata-clad Lou Ying into the water, Chi Xiaochi dipped into the pool with him, getting a little dizzy from the sulfur-scented heat.

He asked Lou Ying, "Is it hot?"

Lou Ying sits at the edge of the soup kitchen, gently cleaning the tattoos from her eyes, "It's okay, I don't feel anything in my legs, just a little numbness."

Chi Xiaochi took a quiet deep breath and tried to convince herself.

What's this, a small scene.

When he was a child, he also went to the bathhouse with Lou, but also in order to be more than who can carry the heat, in the steam room, almost dehydrated heat stroke, the last or Lou found him in the wrong condition, took the initiative to admit defeat, hold him out, bought a cold drink pasted on his cheeks to help him wake up, and so he woke up, Lou a hand on the back of his neck, one hand to open the cans, feed him orange soda.

Chi Xiaochi's heart softened at the thought, her mouth filled with the faint scent of orange soda, and she grew bold enough to take the initiative to move closer to him, rubbing his legs and back.

Chi Xiaochi, fearing that he might develop bedsores, lifted his legs up and covered the critical areas, and carefully cleaned the roots of his legs.

His skin was so white that when he was rubbed, it was a reddish color. Chi Xiaochi braked for fear of hurting him, and the result was that the rubbing turned into a touching of the body.

The ...... air was overflowing with a giving air that sulfur could not even suppress.

Lou Ying flexed his body, gritting his teeth and holding back before he clenched his fists and whispered, "...... Well. Okay."

Chi Xiaochi thought she was doing pretty well and sidled over, "Washed up?"

Lou Ying endeavored to prop up a leg, blocking part of Chi Xiaochi's view, "For the time being, it is not necessary. I'll bathe on my own for a while, so you go wash up."

Chi Xiaochi was also a little uncomfortable, rubbing his face reddened by the heat, he moved to one side, keeping a distance from Lou Ying, and only then did his heart feel quieter.

After a long time, Lou Ying's taut body loosened slightly, exhaled, and turned his face sideways to ask him, "Who do you suspect?"

Chi Xiaochi relaxes and ruffles the water: "It's all problematic."

Yan Yuanheng is too introverted, his mind is not hard to guess, but no one knows what consequences his mind will lead to.

A Shu, of slightly awkward origins, will be going out regularly and is worth keeping an eye on.

Lou Ying asked, "Where is Ling?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "To be seen. He practiced martial arts, and there are signs of tape on his hands, but nothing else to see except that he was indeed in Shi Tingyun's favor."

He paused for a moment, "Yan Yuanzhao ......"

In his opinion, there was nothing wrong with Yan Yuanzhao per se, but the fact that he was so close to Shi Tingyun that he was like a brother, without any barrier between them, was in itself a bit weird.

Lou Ying moved at this point.

With one hand on the edge, he used the water to float to Chi Xiaochi's side and knelt precisely between his knees, forcing him right back into a position from which he could not retreat.

Chi Xiaochi.

But before his heart could beat faster, Lou Ying said, "Yan Yuanzhao."

He put his index finger against Chi Xiaochi's temple.

Qu Ying's conversation with Yan Yuanzhao in the carriage reached his ears.

Lou Ying explained simply, "I met with him. Put something on him."

Two people in the heart of the matter, after bathing, then folded back to the room, during the talk all the way, summarized the existing information.

Chi Xiaochi carried Lou Ying to the bed, placed him properly on the inside, and covered him with a thick quilt before he himself rolled over onto the bed, blew out the two candles, and settled down beside him.

It was not long into spring and the weather was still a bit chilly, so for Lou Ying's health, a heater was added to the house.

Chi Xiaochi is a little hot, and only covers her waist and stomach with a single blanket, resting one hand on the back of her head as she thinks about things.

Lou Ying, at close quarters with him, looked into his eyes, which glowed in the darkness, and said gently, "Hot?"

"It's okay."

"Tell you something?"

Chi Xiaochi thought he was onto something else: "Say it."

"Actually, my legs aren't all senseless." Lou Ying sidled up and added, "...... the roots of my legs."

Chi Xiaochi's blood boiled over.

Lou Ying said, "I'll take care of that if I can take care of you in the future."

As he spoke, in the darkness, a cold hand probed out of the comforter and gently grabbed Chi Xiaochi's fingers and gently squeezed them.

"Palms are sweating." The voice in her ear carried a smirk that made half her face tingle, "Hot?"

Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything, tucking Lou Ying's hand under his covers, tucking it in and trying to pull it out, but the hand tightened, as if refusing to let him go.

Chi Xiaochi pursed her lips, gritted her teeth, and gave him her hand.

Slightly sweaty fingers hooked together in one place.

The bones are hard, and the dampened palms are soft to squeeze.

Perhaps it was because he had been thinking too much before he went to bed, Chi Xiaochi closed his eyes and had a night of chaotic dreams.

Chi Xiaochi walks alone in a hazy mist of blood, his nostrils filled with the compelling smell of blood.

He stumbled through a city, his hands and feet in extremely heavy shackles, the nails on his hands were gone, they should have been pulled off raw, inhaling a breath and spitting out blood that stung his throat with sweetness and astringency.

He knew very well that this was the original owner's dream, but he couldn't see anything, except for the unceasing words of people, which swept past his ears like wind.

"Report! The southern border is in rebellion! General Shi Jinghong has been killed!"

"Gong Zi ...... General him ......"

"Yellow mouth, can he lead the Northern Household Army? It's not like you can organize an army after you've fought in a war!"

Immediately followed by A Shu's voice, "Gong Zi has only been to war! It's too hard to ask him to lead the entire Beifu Army ......."

A Ling: "I will be by Gong Zi's side, you watch over the house, I will come back, with Gong Zi."

Next was A Ling's elated voice: "Congratulations to Gong Zi on their victory!!!"

Thereafter, there was a long period of silence.

Step by step he traveled aimlessly through the mist of blood, thinking for a moment that he was going to reach the end of his dream, until ......

"Shi Tingyun, why do you think the Sixth Master crossed paths with you!?" He suddenly heard a man hiss, "But it's because your last name is Shi! Your last name is Shi!"

That prodigal guest who still plays chess with him today, his voice was hoarse with a numbing sense of determination, "...... Do you think I, Yan Yuanzhao, am still your best friend? No! Not from the beginning!"

The scene suddenly changes, the fog of blood clears, and Chi Xiaochi sits in a prison cell, staring down at the shackles on his wrists.

The cell door came creaking open.

He turned to the cell door, and a gorgeous Gong Zi with a step of cloud shoes slowly walked to him and knelt down on one knee in front of him.

Thirteenth Prince, Yan Yuanheng.

His sideburns were a bit disheveled, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, as if he had just gone through a great battle.

Chi Xiaochi didn't say a word, just looked at him levelly and mouthed the words in a controlled manner.

Without a word, Yan Yuanheng held the back of his neck and rubbed it soothingly twice, then a sharp object was placed against Chi Xiaochi's throat.

He struck extremely hard and fast, breaking his throat with a single slash, and blood instantly spurted out.

The pain in his neck caused Chi Xiaochi to spring up from the bed in horror, and with two dry heaves, he struggled down to the floor and flung himself to the desk, pulled a piece of paper, and with the ink left in the inkstone, he recalled what he had muttered in the dream, and with a trembling hand, he copied down, word for word, the words spoken by Shi Tingyun in his dream.

At the end, he threw away the pen, dropped into a chair, sipped a mouthful of cold tea, Fang Cai calmed down.

Lou Ying sat up from the bed, "What?"

Chi Xiaochi grabbed the rice paper, returned to the bedside, and showed the paper to Lou Ying.

-- "The little slave is so humble that he dares not defile the Emperor's ten thousand gold body."