Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chi Xiaochi cleverly said: "How do you think so?"

Yan Yuanzhao was slightly positive: "You don't care what Liu Ye thinks, Liu Ye wants to know what you think."

Chi Koike was silent.

"When the family came to your generation, you were the one to pick out. Your two cousins, one Confucian and the other, are barely qualified compared to you." Yan Yuanzhao said, "If you are interested in that little sister Just play, don't take it seriously. "

Having said that, Yan Yuanzhao felt uncomfortable and reached out to hold down the chessboard.

Chi Xiaochi concentrated on the relationship between the characters, so he only gave him a slight glance.

Yan Yuanzhao warned: "If I said so in the past, you would have to turn over the table with me. How did you change **** today?"

Chi Xiaochi said lightly: "I'm going to win this round, what table to turn."

Yan Yuanzhao was immediately agitated: "Liu Ye gave first, can you still win?"

Chi Xiaochi: "... Dare you ask when you give first?"

Yan Yuanzhao bluntly pointed out where he was just now: "It is just the talent."

Chi Xiaochi: "..."

Get out of the gram.

The feudal monarchy rolled out of the Go world.

After three innings, Yan Yuanzhao was killed by Chi Xiaochi.

It was late, and Yan Yuanzhao, who was still unwilling, was thrown out of the General's Mansion by the general of Shi Xiao for the reason that "the minister wanted to go to bed early, and Mr. Tomorrow had morning classes."

When he got into the carriage, Yan Yuanzhao still refused to give up: "Seeing that it is, I let him."

But Qu Ying said, "... the six princes."

Yan Yuanzhao went to see what kind of incense burned in the incense burner of the carriage today: "What is it?"

"Go back to chess, go back to wine." Qu Ying whispered, "Qu Ying bravely, don't forget your purpose of meeting the major general at first."

Yan Yuanzhao put the petal-shaped bronze cover back in place, silently.

He opened the curtain with a gold fan and looked out.

In front of him was a plaque on the General's Mansion. The brilliance of "Zhennan General Mansion" has passed through the seven generations, and has never faded.

The "brilliant style" of the library, the "light and shadow" of the Three Gazebos, and "the loyalty" of the main hall, more than half of the plaques in this general's mansion are all his father's ink, written by himself, personally given, how honorable .

However, from the appearance alone, the brick walls of the General's Mansion are gray and not decorated with gold jade. They are low-key and restrained, and stand quietly outside Wangcheng's brilliant royal city.

The Shi family was a fortress and attendant of the Yan family for generations.

He lowered the curtain and exclaimed: "Leave."

Chi Xiaochi was out of the scene, and before he could breathe, he had a little trouble.

A Ling asked: "Please ask your son to have dinner after clean hands."

The dishes are not bad tonight. One serving of yellow croaker, one serving of boiled water cabbage, one serving of bean sprouts, one serving of steamed meat, one cup of three fresh soup, one small bowl of ravioli, the soup is very fresh. It is stewed with fresh black chicken and fresh bamboo shoots for a long time, skimming the oily residue. Take the clearest soup and cook it.

Chi Xiaochi glanced at the dish and said, "Everyone sends a guest."

A Ling gave him some vegetables and said, "It has already been delivered. Sir, his spleen and stomach are weak, and he has delivered less hard-to-compromise meat and added an extra bird's nest."

Chi Xiaochi stared at A Ling's hand.

A Ling drew hot water, dipped it in a towel, and twisted it, and wiped Chi Xiaochi's hands: "Zi Ling will do the things in mind, please rest assured."

Chi Xiaochi was wiped out of appetite. He ate two chopsticks and felt a little wasteful, so he naturally said, "Did you not eat, together?"

A Ling smiled, and seemed to be accustomed to such a glorious pet: "Xie Gongzi reward."

After all, he quickly fetched the spare tableware and stood to eat.

... It seems that Shi Dingyun and A Ling are indeed more intimate.

In contrast, A Shu is even more stingy.

A Ling's big name is Chu Ziling. A Shu is from the Bai nationality in southern Xinjiang. The Chinese name Li Yishu is obviously from the people who read the book. It shows how careful his father was when he selected the people around him.

Compared with Li Shushu, a monk in the Tang dynasty, Chu Ziling is more intelligent and thoughtful in his life. He is born with a pair of peach blossoms with smiling eyes and a three-point smile. He is very flattering, but he is not frivolous.

As soon as the soup was finished drinking in the bowl of Chi Xiaochi, he added it in time, his eyebrows bent, and at a glance he knew that he was not in a bad mood.

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

A Ling said frankly: "The son's body is getting better, Ziling's heart rejoices."

Chi Xiaochi took the soup bowl: "Where did you go?"

"The son-in-law remembers the tomb of Ziling, and Ziling is terrified." Aling laughed. "But please ask the son to spare Ziling. If Ziling is beside him, the six princes will report the last enemies of the third son."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Clean up the master bedroom. From now on, the son-in-law is staying in my room."

This made A Ling startled for a moment: "My son?"

Chi Xiaochi was righteous: "Recently my father often came to tell me about the frontiers. I have a lot of things to ask my husband. My father told him to talk more with him and sleep with him to show respect."

"Yes. Ziling wrote it down." A Ling responded, "It's just Ziling alone, the finishing moves will be slower. After dinner, Ziling transferred some people from the outer courtyard to help clean up."

"What about Ashu?"

"Have you forgotten your sleep?" A Ling said, "The younger sister of Shu Shu is doing housework in Qi Yuan's house outside the city. You specifically allow Shu to go out to visit her on the thirteenth of each month. Today is the day of Shu's visit to relatives Looking after your body, Ah Shu went out a few hours late. Before he left, he remembered his son, saying that he would go to the Turkic caravan to buy some meditation spices for you. "

Chi Xiaochi didn't say a word, secretly wrote down some key words, and planned to go back to have a good talk with his own gentleman at night.

But in the evening, Chi Xiaochi was completely hollowed out.

The master-in-law is awkward to move, so the grand-prince has to serve him wholeheartedly, including grooming and bathing.

Lou Ying's body is very thin. Due to the lack of sunshine, the skin is bloodless, the legs are always weak, and someone needs to be held to take a bath. The wooden barrel is too restrictive and inconvenient to work, so the two went to Fuzhong Tangchi .

Lou Ying's face was not a glorious thing. He usually covered it up, and he didn't want to be known, so Chi Xiaochi specially opened the waiter.

All the people in the general's house had been trained, and they knew what to say and what should not be said, at best it was just a defamation.

It is said that the boy was lying on the couch for a long time and was afraid of light and cold before he avoided living. However, he also wore a power fence at night, because he was afraid of his appearance.

This body is quite light. After embracing Lou Ying in a bathrobe into the water, Ichikoike dipped into the pond with him, and was steamed a little by the steaming sulfuric heat coming out of his face.

He asked Lou Ying: "Is it hot?"

Lou Ying was sitting by the side of Tangchi, gently washing the creases around his eyes: "It's okay, the legs don't feel much, just a little tingling."

Chi Xiaochi took a deep breath and tried to convince himself.

What's this, little scene.

When he was young, he also went to the bathhouse with Brother Lou, and almost dehydrated and suffered from heat stroke in the steam room in order to be better than anyone else. In the end, Brother Lou found out that he was not in the right situation, took the initiative and gave him up, bought it. A cold drink was put on his cheek to help him wake up. When he woke up, Brother Lou held his neck in one hand, opened the can, and fed him orange soda.

Chi Xiaochi wanted to feel soft, his mouth was full of the scent of orange soda, and he had a lot of courage. He approached him and wiped his legs and back.

Chi Xiaochi was afraid that he would have bedsores, raised his leg, covered the key, and cleaned the root of the leg.

His skin was very white, and it was red after rubbing. Chi Xiaochi braked hard, afraid of hurting him. As a result, he wiped his body and touched him.

...... The air is filled with sulphur, which can't hold the air.

Lou Ying flexed her body, gritted her teeth, and tolerated them, and then punched her fist softly: "... um. Ok."

Chi Xiaochi thought he was doing well, and he turned his head and said, "Well done?"

Lou Ying tried to support one leg, blocking part of Chi Xiaochi's sight: "For now, don't have to. I'll take a bath myself, and you can wash it."

Chi Xiaochi was also a little uncomfortable. He rubbed his face that was reddened by the heat and snorted to one side, keeping a distance from Lou Ying, and he was quieter.

After a long while, Lou Ying's tight body relaxed slightly, exhaling, and leaning his face to ask him, "Who do you suspect?"

After Chi Xiaochi was relaxed, he enjoyed playing with the water: "There are problems."

Yan Yuanheng's temperament is too restrained, and his mind is not difficult to guess, but no one knows the consequences of his mind.

A Shu, who is a little embarrassingly born, will go out on a regular basis, which is worth paying attention to.

Lou Ying asked, "Where is Aling?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "It remains to be seen. He is practicing martial arts, and there are traces of tape wrapped around his hands.

He paused: "Yan Yuanzhao ..."

In his opinion, Yan Yuanzhao himself had no problem, but he was too close to Shi Dianyun, like a brother, without any gap, he was a little weird.

Lou Ying moved at this moment.

He supported his side with one hand, borrowed the buoyancy of the water, came to Chi Xiaochi, and knelt between his knees exactly, forcing him directly back.

Pond Koike.

But before his heart beats fast, Lou Ying said, "Yan Yuanzhao."

He rested his index finger on the temple of Ikkoike.

The conversation between Qu Ying and Yan Yuanzhao in the carriage came to my ears.

Lou Ying explained briefly: "I met him. Put something on him."

The two were thinking about the business and returned to the room after bathing. They talked all the way and summarized the existing information.

Chi Xiaochi hugged Lou Ying to the bed, placed it properly inside, covered him with a thick quilt, and turned himself on the bed, blowing out two candles, and resting beside him.

Soon after entering the spring, the sky was still a little bit cold. For the consideration of Lou Ying's body, a heater was added to the house.

Chi Xiaochi was a bit hot, only covered the waist and abdomen with a single sheet, with one hand behind his head to think about things.

Lou Ying was close to him, looking at his bright eyes in the dark, and said gently: "Is it hot?"

"It's okay."

"Tell you something?"

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

"Actually, my legs don't feel completely." Lou Ying leaned over and added, "... the place of the legs."

Chi Xiaochi's blood burst into his head.

Lou Ying said, "If I can take care of you in the future, I will pay attention to this."

While talking, in the dark, an icy hand protruded out of the bed, gently grasped Chi Xiaochi's fingers, and squeezed gently.

"Sweaty palms." The voice in the ear with a smile that made half of his face numb, "Hot?"

Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything, shoved Lou Ying's hand into his quilt, and tried to pull it out after he had finished, but the hand was tight, as if he would not let him go.

Chi Xiaochi pursed his lips, bit his teeth, and handed him over.

Slightly sweaty fingers hooked together.

The bones are hard, but the moist palms are soft.

Xu is the reason to think before going to bed, Chi Xiaochi closed his eyes, it is a nightmare.

Chi Xiaochi walked alone in a mist of blood, and his nose smelled of blood.

He was walking in a city, wearing heavy shackles on his hands and feet, his fingernails were no longer visible, it was supposed to be pulled down, and he took a breath, and all that was spit out was blood, which stabbed his throat. Hair is sweet and astringent.

He knew very well that this was the dream of the original owner, but he could not see anything, only someone could not stop talking, and the wind passed by his ears.

"Report! Rebellion in Southern Xinjiang! General Shi Jinghong was killed!"

"Son ... General ..."

"Child, Huangkou, can he afford the Beifu Army? He won't reorganize after fighting!"

Followed by A Shu's voice: "The son is only on the battlefield! It is too difficult for him to lead the entire Northern Army ..."

A Ling: "I'll be next to the son. If you look forward to home, I will come back and be with the son."

Next, A Ling's voice was full of joy: "Congratulations to the grandson!"

After that, there was a long silence.

He walked aimlessly through the blood mist, once thinking that he would reach the end of the dream, until ...

"Shi Dingyun, why do you think Liuye is dating you !?" He suddenly heard hissing and exhausted, "but it's because of your last name! Your last name!"

The wanderer who is still playing chess with him today, with a hoarse voice and a irritating determination: "... Do you think I Yan Yuanzhao is still your best friend? No! Not from the beginning!"

The scene suddenly turned around, and the surrounding mist disappeared. Chi Xiaochi sat in a prison and looked down at the shackles on his wrist.

A creak-opening sound came from the prison door.

He turned to the jail door, and a costume boy walked along Yunyun, slowly walking to him, kneeling on one knee in front of him.

The thirteenth prince, Yan Yuanheng.

His hair was a little messy, and his mouth was stained with blood, as if he had just gone through a big war.

Chi Xiaochi didn't speak, but just stared at him, saying something uncontrollably in his mouth.

Yan Yuanheng didn't say a word, supported his neck, pressed it comfortably and rubbed it twice, and then a sharp object arrived at the throat of Chi Xiaochi.

His hands were extremely fierce, and his throat was broken, and blood spewed out instantly.

The pain of the neck being scratched caused Chi Xiaochi to bounce up from the bed in a horror, struggling to the side, struggling to the ground, rushing to the desk, pulling a piece of paper, and lingering in the ink, remembering the mumble in the dream Talking to myself, shaking my hands, copying the words of Shi Dingyun Meng.

At the end, he dropped his pen, fell into a chair, and took a sip of cold tea before calming 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.

— "Little slaves are humble, and dare not defile the body of the prince Wanjin."