Novel Lived
Chapter 12 - Zhong Yansheng: Brother, are you worried about me?
In fact, since they last met at the restaurant, Zhong Yansheng received invitations from those people almost every day, but he always declined them with excuses.
Meng Qiping's invitation was sent privately. The letter said that he had heard about the recent turmoil in the capital and was worried about Zhong Yansheng, so he specially invited him to have a drink at Yunzhongfang tomorrow.
Zhong Yansheng was deeply impressed by Meng Qiping.
The group of children from aristocratic families, after Xiao Wenlan left, was vaguely headed by Meng Qiping.
Last time in the restaurant, Meng Qiping kept leaning on him, sniffing his scent secretly, making him hairy, and even gave him a nickname. He didn't speak nicely, and his attitude was very frivolous, not like a good person.
Zhong Yansheng looked at the invitation letter and just frowned. When Yun Cheng heard the name, he was furious and hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "Master, you must not go!"
Zhong Yansheng shifted his gaze to him: "Yun Cheng, have you heard of him?"
"I'm not the only one who has heard of it," Yuncheng's expression was a bit hard to explain, "There are few people in the entire capital who haven't heard of it. Young Master, you don't know what he has done!"
"What?"
Yun Cheng was facing the pure and inquiring eyes of his young master, and he was a little at a loss for words. However, he was more afraid that Zhong Yansheng would be bullied by bad guys, so he considered it and said it more tactfully: "The third young master of the Duke of Pei is a bully. More than two months ago, during the Lantern Festival, he saw a beautiful girl at the Lantern Festival and kidnapped her back to his private residence in public!"
No wonder the Marquis of Huai'an came here specially to warn him not to associate with Meng Qiping. Zhong Yansheng frowned: "What happened next?"
"No one saw that girl again."
"Is there no one to supervise him?" Zhong Yansheng was puzzled. "He is so lawless under the imperial city?"
"Young Master, you just returned to Beijing, so you don't know yet." Yuncheng looked around, lowered his voice, and did not dare to speak too loudly, "Meng Qiping's grandfather was a Taifu, his father was a minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and his aunt was a concubine in the palace. His eldest brother also married a princess, so he had a huge backing."
No matter how big the backer is, the last time he saw King Ding's chariot, he was so scared that he peed in his pants.
Besides, Meng Qiping bullies women, but he is not a little girl, so why should Yun Cheng worry about him?
Zhong Yansheng thought secretly, and seeing Yun Cheng's worried look, he patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, I won't go. I'll just find a reason to refuse."
Rumors about the Huai'an Marquis' Mansion spread like wildfire in the capital, and the news naturally landed on Xiao Nong's desk in the form of a letter.
——Zhong Yansheng, the youngest son of the Marquis of Huai'an Mansion, is suspected to be fake.
The fine print below is the details.
It was just a trivial matter of an ordinary family taking the wrong child. Xiao Nong glanced at it casually and didn't take it too seriously. His gaze followed Zhong Yansheng standing opposite him and his eyes narrowed.
Zhong Yansheng likes to sit on shorter stools and finds them more comfortable - Zhanrong told him so.
The next day, a small stool was added to the study. He doesn't know who moved it.
When Zhong Yansheng came over to see that he had something to do, he would sit on his own little stool, eat snacks, drink tea, and read. When he was studying, he would move the stool to the side of the couch. He would never pry into anything, and he would be very obedient and quiet.
But today he was absent-minded and had been holding the teacup in his hand for a long time.
The afternoon sun shines brightly on the young man through the window. After being filtered by the gauze covering his eyes, it seems to have added a hazy halo around him, making his beautiful face look a little more holy.
Xiao Nong couldn't see his expression clearly, so he simply put the letter aside and pushed the wheelchair under him to Zhong Yansheng.
Even until the wheelchair came closer, Zhong Yansheng was still in a daze and didn't notice him approaching at all.
Zhong Yansheng was deep in thought, wondering who had spread the rumor, how to deal with the situation at the Marquis' Mansion, what to do after the young master returned, and whether Meng Qiping's problem had been solved...
His mind was in a mess, and suddenly a cold fragrance mixed with the smell of medicine rushed into his nose. His eyes darkened, and someone pinched his chin to lift his face, revealing a dazed white face under his soft black hair.
Zhong Yansheng was very surprised: "Brother?"
Xiao Nong suddenly realized that if he covered Zhong Yansheng's mouth, most of his face would be covered by his hands.
His face is so small.
Zhong Yansheng sat upright and obediently, completely unaware of the strange thoughts of the person in front of him, and did not struggle. He slightly raised his face and looked at him, with his fragile throat exposed unprepared. Such an appearance was particularly capable. Satisfies people's desire for control.
Xiao Nong's Adam's apple rolled inexplicably. He controlled his head, turning it back and forth. After observing it for a moment, he couldn't see why the little bird suddenly became depressed. He took back his hand and asked,"What are you daydreaming about?"
Zhong Yansheng was stunned, and a surprised smile burst into his eyes: "Brother, are you worried about me?"
Brother is worried about him, so aren't they considered friends!
He's like a pitiful little guy, so happy to be cared about?
Xiao Nong raised an eyebrow and wanted to pretend to be cold and say no, but when he got too close, the boy's bright joy was almost scorching. He somehow didn't want the light in his eyes to dim, so he reluctantly nodded: "That's right. "
"I'm fine." Zhong Yansheng's thick eyelashes looked like butterfly wings, and a very shallow pear dimple appeared on the left side of her face, like a scoop of golden honey. "It's just a small problem."
Of course, he couldn't tell the other person about the things that were bothering him.
Can't tell anyone.
Xiao Nong looked at his smile, which was just like the day when Zhong Yansheng looked at him with sparkling eyes, expecting him to taste the lily pastry. It seemed as if a sweetness appeared on the tip of his tongue, lingering around.
He folded his hands and looked at Zhong Yansheng. Without thinking, he determined that what he said was false.
He also learned to hide and tuck.
But Xiao Nong didn't force him to say it. He just said calmly: "If anything happens, you can come to me."
Xiao Nong didn't care who sent this little bird or what the purpose was.
This was a promise of great weight, a reward for Zhong Yansheng's help in alleviating his headaches. He had fallen asleep more times these days than in the past decade or so combined.
But Zhong Yansheng didn't hear it and nodded in confusion.
Seeing his appearance, Xiao Nong couldn't help but want to do evil. He raised his hand and pinched his face, like a doll. Zhong Yansheng's face didn't have much flesh, so he pinched it hard, and his mouth pouted slightly. He stood up, a red mark appeared on his cheek.
He was pinched and felt a little pain. He was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, Xiao Nong had already pushed the wheelchair away, as if nothing had happened, and said lazily: "Come here."
It's time to study again.
Zhong Yansheng reacted slowly and rubbed his cheeks with both hands, muttered, and followed him good-natured, holding the book in his arms.
As a result, because he was too tired from running around recently, he got up too early every day, and stayed up late to paint after returning home. Zhong Yansheng was thinking about reading Xiao Nong to sleep, but before Xiao Nong could fall asleep, he squinted and lay on the edge of the couch and his breath became clear and shallow.
Xiao Nong reached out and brushed the young man's soft, dark hair, his eyebrows raised in disbelief: "...Asleep?"
How ridiculous! He hasn't even fallen asleep yet!
How audacious.
Could it be that this little bird discovered that his breath could relieve his headache, so he dared to be so unscrupulous?
Xiao Nong poked Zhong Yansheng's soft cheek and quickly rejected the idea.
This kid doesn't look very smart, so he probably hasn't noticed yet.
The sleeping posture while lying on one's stomach was awkward and Zhong Yansheng did not sleep comfortably.
Xiao Nong naturally noticed it, and half-squinted his eyes: "Why, you still want me to carry you up to sleep? What a beautiful idea!"
What responded to him was Zhong Yansheng's long breathing.
Xiao Nong didn't think there was anything wrong with talking to a sleeping person. He lowered his eyes and looked at Zhong Yansheng's frown, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and picked the person up.
Zhong Yansheng was so limp that he had no idea he was being picked up.
But the Arhat couch was so small that it was barely enough to accommodate Xiao Nong alone. Even though Zhong Yansheng was thin and frail, he was still a young man with slender limbs. Xiao Nong had to lie on his side against the wall to keep some distance between them.
The refreshing and moist fragrance of the young man became stronger on the couch, like some kind of orchid, with a hint of sweetness, silently penetrating into the nose, soothing the body and mind.
Xiao Nong sniffed the scent, propped his head on his elbows, and slowly closed his eyes.
Just as his consciousness was about to fall into a deep sleep following the faint fragrance, something furry suddenly rubbed against his lower jaw, and the next moment, a warm and fragrant breath sprayed on his neck.
Xiao Nong's muscles tensed up, and he opened his eyes almost immediately. There was a strong murderous look in his eyes. He lowered his head -
Zhong Yansheng rolled over unconsciously in his sleep, rubbing his head against his chin, and his warm breath sprayed on his throat.
When someone approached this fatally dangerous position, Xiao Nong's line was instantly stepped on.
Xiao Nong stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and was about to grab Zhong Yansheng's hair and throw him down.
But just as his hand touched the soft black hair, Zhong Yansheng moved closer to him unconsciously again. When he was so close, Xiao Nong realized that the little face, which was rosy just now when he was asleep, had turned slightly pale, the rosy lips had lost their color, and the thin body was shaking slightly.
Xiao Nong paused, frowned slowly, and after confirming that Zhong Yansheng was still asleep, he snapped his fingers with one hand.
Today it was Zhanrong's turn to be on duty. When he heard the voice, he immediately opened the door and walked in: "Master, what's wrong..."
Seeing the postures of the two people on the couch, Zhan Rong almost bit his tongue, and his cold expression almost couldn't hold back: "...Master?"
Xiao Nong showed no expression. He pointed at the boy who was almost embedded in his arms and said, "What's wrong with him? Is the poison taking effect?"
Zhan Rong was stunned for a moment, then moved closer to the couch, observed Zhong Yansheng carefully for a while, and then hesitantly said: "Master, according to this subordinate's observation, the young master's face is pale, his body is trembling, and he is trying to get closer to you. It should be... …”
Xiao Nong was impatient: "Tell me."
Zhan Rong didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore and said quickly: "It's cold."
"…"
After Zhan Rong finished speaking, he saw that Xiao Nong's face was not right, so he held back his smile and automatically rolled out of the door.
It was bitterly cold in Mobei and the conditions were no better than those in the capital. When the war was abroad and military supplies were poor, they often had to make blankets, and it was no big deal to have no blankets.
What's more, the capital was gradually getting warmer in April, and Xiao Nong's body was still full of poison. As a half-patient, he took a nap without a quilt and didn't feel cold.
But he didn't expect that Zhong Yansheng would not be able to do it. He felt cold while sleeping and came over following the source of warmth.
The body of the young man in his arms was thin and flexible, warm and covered with fragrance.
Like the little tit that boldly flew into his palm, it was soft and fragile, and could easily cut its throat with a single grip of his fingers.
Xiao Nong didn't know why he felt angry and amused at the same time. He gritted his teeth and said, "I thought you had finally come to your senses and were ready to throw yourself into my arms."
The result was cold.
It was obvious that he was instructed to seduce him, but he did nothing serious all day and just followed him around and called him brother.
He got hit by the wall and got a big bruise. He was so careful when applying medicine that he didn't dare to start. Not only that, but he even got cold when he took a nap without a blanket.
Infuriatingly squeamish.
People in the military hate this kind of spoiled person the most.
He was so used to it that he refused to give him a quilt.
After Xiao Nong lowered his eyes and finished thinking, his hand fell on Zhong Yansheng's back. He noticed that the little bird seemed to want to move away, so he confidently pulled him into his arms, sniffing the increasingly rich scent, and closed his eyes comfortably to catch up with his sleep.
Zhong Yansheng still didn't sleep well.
His body was getting colder and colder in his sleep, and he finally got close to the only source of warmth. After staying for a while, he realized that the thing was not very warm, but seemed to be absorbing the heat from his body. He wanted to leave the thing aggrieved and curl up into a ball. He tried to keep himself warm, but the thing wrapped around him tightly like an octopus.
Furthermore, he struggled several times but failed to break free, so he had to give up struggling.
Fortunately, after leaning together for a while, the thing gradually warmed up and shared the warmth with him.
Zhong Yansheng's frown relaxed slightly, and he fell into a peaceful sleep.
When Zhong Yansheng fell into his dream, Meng Qiping, who was hanging out in the brothel, also received a reply letter brought by the servant.
After hearing that Zhong Yansheng was a fake prince, Meng Qiping was the most impatient.
Last time in Jiuxiang Tower, he didn't keep his mouth shut. He was reminded that he was concerned about Zhong Yansheng's identity, so he didn't do anything.
After I came back, I thought about it for a long time. All those things in the backyard seemed boring. No matter how innocent the charming pets acted, they were not as clean and pure as his eyes.
But the young master of a Marquis' mansion really cannot be moved.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he fell asleep, God handed him a pillow and spread the news that Zhong Yansheng was the fake prince.
He waited for several days and almost found out the truth of the rumor from the gossip of his elders at home. He was so excited that his blood boiled, and he immediately sent someone to deliver the invitation letter.
It turned out that Zhong Yansheng had rejected his invitations several times before, but this time he even used illness as an excuse to refuse!
There was a "bang", and the private room that was originally filled with joy and laughter suddenly fell silent. Meng Qiping pushed the person in his arms to the ground and kicked the boy who delivered the letter in the heart: "Trash!"
The boy was accidentally kicked, his vision turned black, but he did not dare to say a word, he buried his face and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
Meng Qiping felt ashamed and angry, kicking and cursing: "Why does that little bitch dare to reject me? Who the hell he is!"
The boy had a grimace on his face, his vision kept getting darker, and he was almost out of breath. The prostitute who had just been pushed aside came over with a smile, knelt next to him and beat his legs, and said in a delicate and gentle tone: "Who is the Third Young Master Meng worried about again? I have a way. Third Master, do you want to try it?"
Meng Qiping glanced at him: "What can you do?"
The boy smiled, stood up and leaned close to his ear, whispering for a while. Meng Qiping's face gradually brightened up, and he laughed and hugged him in his arms, and glanced at the trembling boy lying on the ground: "Get up, don't pretend to be dead, write me another letter, I don't believe that little bitch will refuse this time."
As he spoke, he pinched the beauty's waist and hooked her chin: "Is your medicine really that effective?"
"Third Young Master Meng, don't you still believe in slaves?"
"Then you should try this medicine first..."
Meng Qiping flirted with the beauty in his arms, hummed a little tune, and felt happy and relaxed.
Born into a wealthy family and doted upon by his parents and brothers, he always felt that he was superior to others and blessed by God.
Isn't it? The piece of meat that I've been longing for is about to be in my mouth.