Despite Bai Xiaosheng’s repeated warnings, Yu Lin still couldn’t help but send out several messages.
All the pigeons carrying the messages were intercepted by Bai Xiaosheng, who killed them, plucked their feathers, boiled them in water, and then gave them to Chu Yi.
Yu Lin looked at the extra bowl of pigeon soup on the table every day, his mouth twitching, and finally gave up muddling the waters. But he simply couldn’t sit still, and it was fine to tease chickens and dogs, but he also had to tease Chu Yi a couple of times, the kind that ran away after teasing.
Chu Yi seemed indifferent on the surface, like a piece of wood, but he silently kept a few notes in his heart, deciding to spare him for now and plan to slowly get back at him after they got married.
Cheng Louzhu returned to Yunmeng Ze after nearly ten days, and Yu Lin borrowed a card from a family and enthusiastically played with them, taking turns as the dealer.
Yu Lin had been wanting to draw a turtle on his master’s face for a long time, and he was eager to try, but he was the only one among the four who was not familiar with the rules, and he lost to Chu Yi in the first round.
Chu Yi was not polite, took the pen and dipped it in a cinnabar, propped up Yu Lin’s chin and drew a few strokes on his brow seemingly casually.
“Is it finished so quickly?” Yu Lin was surprised: It doesn’t feel like a turtle…
He wanted to reach out and touch it, but Chu Yi held his wrist: “Don’t touch it, it won’t look good if you smudge it.”
Bai Xiaosheng looked at the face and took a light breath, somewhat dissatisfied: “Shaoze, where is this punishment, it is clearly rewarding him.”
With a few strokes, a red lotus-shaped flower was outlined on Yu Lin’s brow, making his already beautiful face even more stunning. It was like the mountain and forest spirits described in the storybooks who turned into human form to repay their kindness. They seemed beautiful and tempting, but their eyes were innocent and clear, contradictory yet fitting.
Yu Lin tilted his head in confusion: “Why are you all looking at me? You’ve known that I’m good-looking since the first day.”
Bai Xiaosheng couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his words, reached out to reshuffle the cards, and dealt them out one by one.
As a result, Yu Lin lost again, and still lost to Chu Yi.
Chu Yi was speechless after seeing his cards: “Ding-three, two-four… why did you split the supreme cards to play?”
“Eh? Combined it’s nine, I thought it was small.” Yu Lin didn’t know what Chu Yi had drawn on his brow and forehead just now, but looking at Bai Xiaosheng and Cheng Louzhu’s reactions, it should suit his face, and he looked at him expectantly.
Chu Yi picked up the cinnabar pen again and gently dotted the corner of Yu Lin’s eye.
Cheng Louzhu couldn’t help it: “Chu Shuai, isn’t your favoritism too obvious?”
Yu Lin glanced at him: “Since he won, he can naturally draw whatever he wants.” The teardrop just dotted at the corner of his slightly raised eye added a bit of wickedness to him.
Chu Yi’s throat rolled imperceptibly.
After losing two rounds, Yu Lin understood the rules. Although he couldn’t win against Chu Yi, who was so lucky that he didn’t know how to describe it, he wouldn’t lose anymore.
Yu Lin failed to draw a turtle on his master’s face, so he encouraged Chu Yi, who had been winning. Chu Yi shook his head and drew a “Zheng” character on Cheng Louzhu and Bai Xiaosheng’s arms in a proper manner.
A snow-colored falcon landed on Bai Xiaosheng’s shoulder, and he casually threw the cards in his hand: “It’s no fun playing with you two brats, I can’t win a single round.” He said, raising his hand to pull out a note from the bamboo tube tied to the hawk’s foot, unfolded it, “tsk”ed, and started to drive people away, “Prince Min successfully forced the palace and pushed his son to the throne, how long do you two plan to stay here?”
Yu Lin: ??? Wasn’t it you, Master, who forcibly kept us here?
Chu Yi pulled him up and bowed to the two elders: “Master, on the day when Qinglan and I get married, I hope you and Master Cheng will show up.”
Bai Xiaosheng waved his hand and said as a matter of course: “We will definitely go. If not, who will you two go to pay respect to?” He pointed in the direction of Shengmendu and said, “Someone is coming.”
The new King of Qi was much kinder than Qi Huan, and he specially sent people to Yunmeng Ze to invite Chu Yi and Yu Lin to go back.
Bai Xiaosheng watched the two of them leave, lowering his eyes to look at his palms. Rumor has it that Bai Xiaosheng is “a man of destiny, a man of life and death”. The whole world is under his control, but why can’t he feel at ease?
Cheng Louzhu stepped forward and held his hand, intertwining their fingers: “Don’t think about it anymore, this time it was the people invited by Prince Min who did it, it has nothing to do with you.”
So don’t carry the lives of those irrelevant people on yourself anymore, it’s not worth it.
Cheng Louzhu didn’t quite understand, the two juniors were here, Bai Xiaosheng was obviously much happier, why was he so impatient to drive people away?
Bai Xiaosheng saw what he was thinking, sighed, and said quietly: “The Jianghu and the government are all quite afraid of me. If they stay here for too long, I will implicate them.” He turned his head and smiled at Cheng Louzhu, “It’s actually quite good to stay in Yunmeng Ze. At least I won’t become a stumbling block for the two of them.”
After arriving in Luoyang, Chu Yi went to the palace to meet the new king, and the first thing Yu Lin did when he returned to the General’s mansion was to find Xiao Mianzhi and ask him to go to the Fusheng Pavilion.
Xiao Mianzhi looked pale: “The first article of the Zhenbei Army’s military law is that you cannot visit prostitutes. Prince Ning, aren’t you hurting me?”
Yu Lin looked puzzled: “I just asked you to buy a jar of Drunken spring Breeze. I have tasted wine from several restaurants and found that the one brewed by Fu Sheng Pavilion is the best.”
Xiao Mianzhi: “Why do you want to buy wine?”
Yu Lin smiled slyly and lowered his voice: “The new king has ascended the throne, and that idiot Qi Huan is dead. It’s natural to celebrate and have fun with your General.”
Xiao Mianzhi: … You can just ask a servant to buy wine, why did you call me back from the barracks? Just to show him that they are together?
Xiao Mianzhi thought he was mentally ill and left the General’s Mansion angrily, but in the end he still sent someone to give him a jar of Fusheng Pavilion’s Drunken Spring Breeze.
When Chu Yi came back, he saw Yu Lin sitting on a five-colored peach tree with a jar of wine in his arms. They had been gone for more than a month, and the peach blossoms had already withered, but now the whole peach tree was lush and green.
Seeing him coming, Yu Lin smiled and waved, then patted the branches beside him, motioning Chu Yi to sit next to him.
“You can’t drink alcohol, right?”
“Just drink one glass, the rest is yours.” As he said that, Yu Lin broke the seal of the wine jar, raised his head and took a sip, then put his arm around Chu Yi’s neck and kissed him. The wine that he hadn’t swallowed in time flowed down the corners of his lips, slid over his graceful neck, and sank into his clothes, and a slight moan escaped from his teeth.
Chu Yi, who should have been able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, seemed a little tipsy. He ran her fingers through his untied black hair, clasped the back of his head, and deepened the kiss.
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I’ve been trying out the password but it’s not working. Is there any way to go about it? Don’t know if it’s just me doing something wrong
Is it chu yi + yu lin?