signingbooks Chapter 8 The face-blind musician
Chapter 8 The face-blind musician
"If you play again, something will happen."
"Everyone knows that this son's poems, rhythms, and paintings are all perfect. He lives in Luojinlou, and he doesn't stay at home. Naturally, his appearance is no secret. But why is there even a portrait of him in this huge Yuzhou?" no?"
Immediately, some people cheered and asked why.
The old man twirled his beard and smiled, Guan Zifang opened his mouth when he had sold enough.
"There's no other reason, it's that one," he clasped his fists and saluted upwards, "No one is allowed to draw."
Wei Hanyue: "..."
If it were in Hengdu, at the foot of the emperor, talking about the ancient immortals would be taboo, at most they would write books secretly, and the names of the protagonists must be concealed.
But in Yuzhou, which is thousands of miles away from Hengdu, this old man dared to openly arrange the emperor's affair in a tea shop and restaurant.
On the one hand, it was because of his high skill and boldness, on the other hand, he was still so majestic under the eyes and ears of Jin Yiwei all over the Zhou Dynasty... There was also the acquiescence of those in power.
"However, let's ignore the matter between Mr. Han Yue and that man for the time being, and let the old man talk about his love-hate entanglement with Commander Yan and the son of the Marquis of Changxi."
Yan Mingtuan: "..."
This is an excellent opportunity to show loyalty to the lord, Chen Qingbai, but this famous young talent in the Great Zhou Dynasty, a celebrity who is as popular as before, is just putting on his face that has never been changed for thousands of years. Unreasonably silent.
The teacup in Gu Qu'er's hand shattered as if a catastrophe was imminent, and Wei Hanyue felt that the air in the private room was as heavy as the sky before a storm, and there was a risk of lightning, thunder, and earth turning upside down at any time.
But he was pampered by Gu Quer, and he always thought that the other party's sullenness was just a bluff. At this moment, he didn't feel depressed, and he filled up the wine and drank it down.
Cen Huaichou observed his words and demeanor, and also guessed that "Mr. Hanyue" refers to his beloved Ayue, but Wei Hanyue was originally an elusive bright moon for him. He was born in the countryside and his appearance was damaged. Knowing that he was able to go to Heng with Wei Hanyue, he was overjoyed... He is not qualified to ask for anything else, nor is he qualified to ask about his relationship with others.
Even if it tastes really good...you should hold it back, you don't deserve to show it.
Therefore, compared to Gu Quer's gaffe, Cen Huaichou seemed calm and self-possessed.
In that room, the ancient fairy is still eloquent, half true and false, and exaggeratedly arranging how Wei Hanyue makes the other two willingly serve as his servants. In this room, Young Master Wei is already drunk before half of the second cup of wine Drunken, he tilted his shoulders and fell towards Cen Huaichou, who hurriedly caught him up, but the next moment his arms were empty, and Gu Qu'er had snatched the warm and fragrant nephrite.
Cen Huaichou is an out-and-out outsider among these few people, but Wei Hanyue's choice is his greatest reliance.
If Gu Qu'er is really invincible, he will never have the chance to meet Wei Hanyue.
Therefore, without hesitation for a moment, Cen Huaichou grabbed Wei Hanyue's wrist.
Wei Hanyue raised his eyes in a daze, glanced to the left and then to the right.
The two were born ninety-nine percent alike, but now he was so drunk that his eyes were misty, and it became more and more difficult to tell which was which.
Neither Gu Qu'er nor Cen Huaichou was willing to give in. The latter, relying on a beast-like intuition, slowly took his hand and placed it on the tattoo on his cheek.
The uneven and rough touch made Wei Hanyue's remaining half sobriety finally take effect, he softly pushed Gu Qu'er away, and was pulled over by Cen Huai very naturally.
With his arms free, Gu Qu'er still stretched out his arms in embarrassment and stubbornness, watching Cen Huaichou unskillfully hug Wei Hanyue horizontally, and went to the reserved room.
After all, Gu Qu'er slowly lowered his arms, and was about to step up to follow, when he saw Yan Mingtuan in front of him holding the pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine that Wei Hanyue had turned over in his hand.
Received Gu Quer's cold and sharp gaze, Yan Mingtuan was still as stable as Mount Tai, just now when it was revealed that he was in love with the emperor's sweetheart, his eyes were also calm.
Calm to eerie.
Gu Qu'er silently watched Yan Mingtuan.
Because of the differences between monarchs and ministers, it was impossible for Yan Mingtuan to look straight at him, so he just lowered his head and stared at the bluestone floor tiles under his feet.
In such a stagnant and oppressive atmosphere, he did not bend his knees because of the coercion of the emperor.
Gu Qu'er couldn't help but ponder when was the last time his confidant lost his temper.
If you really want to go back to the source, you will find something unusual.
For example, two years ago when he stayed in Luojin Building for the first time, because his clothes were wrinkled after one night, he quietly notified Yan Mingtuan to send him a new robe through Jinyiwei's unique contact method.
At that time, his good servant was offering new clothes outside the bedroom, and just across the door was Wei Hanyue, who hadn't woken up yet.
Yan Mingtuan should have stepped back after delivering the things, but he asked uncharacteristically: "Is the love in your Majesty's heart... is Mr. Han Yue?"
He only thought that the other party could not accept Wei Hanyue's status as a musician for a while, so he immediately warned solemnly: "He is thousands of times stronger than the princes and nobles with status, don't despise him because of prejudice, or I will take your head off .”
Yan Mingtuan seemed to be out of focus, the cold winter afternoon sun was shining on his face, and his lips seemed to lose their color because of it.
In the end, he just said in a low voice: "Remember the humble job."
After today, Gu Qu'er couldn't understand why he became like that at that time, so he was king for seven years in vain.
He didn't know when Yan Mingtuan started to covet him, and when he didn't know anything, he did something to Wei Hanyue that deserved to die.
Pieces of piles can only be liquidated after returning to Hengdu.
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Cen Huaichou felt windy with his feet, and put Wei Hanyue down after entering the guest room, but then he turned his arms, spread his legs together and hung him on his waist, and picked him up again.
After drinking, Wei Hanyue felt both comfortable and uncomfortable. He was already extremely delicate, but when he was drunk and willful, he was the only one in the world who was difficult to serve.
Cen Huaichou knew that he could find all kinds of discomfort whether he was lying or sitting at the moment, how could he be willing to let him go, thinking that holding him like this might make him more comfortable, so he kept walking slowly in the room with him step.
The drunk Wei Hanyue was extremely soft, with blushing cheeks wrapped around Cen Huaichou's neck, raised his hand restlessly, and pulled out the wooden hairpin that tied his hair.
He seems to have a special hobby of undoing people's hair, and he insists on making Cen Huaishou disheveled to be satisfied.
Cen Huaichou didn't care about his own image, he was only afraid that Wei Hanyue's stomach would be upset, and he didn't dare to make him feel the slightest jolt, so he tried his best to keep his feet steady, and gently patted his back.
Wei Hanyue's head hung on his shoulders, whimpering tenderly, and the tip of his red nose touched the side of Cen Huaichou's neck from time to time, so delicate and tender that people couldn't help admiring him.
It's like a clumsy young rabbit who went out to look for food for the first time, but was pinched by a ferocious wolf and still didn't know it.
Instead, he sent his abdomen deeper into the opponent's sharp claws, so stupid that the wild wolf was reluctant to take it apart and eat it into his stomach.
The temperature in the room is getting higher and higher, the two breaths are intertwined, Wei Hanyue's breath is filled with sweet-scented osmanthus, and also wrapped in the unique pungentness of distiller's grains, making Cen Huaichou, who can't pour a thousand cups, seem to be drunk too. The big palm on Wei Hanyue's back was like a soldering iron, but he tried his best to refrain from any deviant behavior.
He understands that he can't offend Wei Hanyue here, if he crosses the border while Wei Hanyue is drunk...he is despicable enough, and he is definitely not worthy of taking advantage of others.
Someone tapped on the door panel suddenly, Cen Huai ignored it, but the other party seemed to be a little persistent, so he knocked twice again when no one answered.
The arms around Wei Hanyue were tightened, Cen Huaichou finally reluctantly let go of the shackles on Wei Hanyue's lips, carried him to the bed and sat down, and straightened out the slightly loose skirts and collar, went to open the door with a serious face.
Gu Qu'er stood outside the door, holding a sandalwood box with fish embossed in his right arm, and a colorful bucket in his left hand, and said expressionlessly, "The hangover soup, and Ah Yue's pipa."
He wanted to come in after saying that, but Cen Huaichou naturally refused to give up an inch of land, Gu Quer said coldly: "You can't take care of him well."
The two are equally tall, and Cen Huai looked at him with neither humbleness nor overbearing: "He chose you in the past, but it's different now. No matter how well you take care of him, he doesn't care about it anymore."
There is still a world of difference between him and Gu Quer's identities at the moment, but there seems to be a wolf-like blood in his body, and he has just grown up, so he dares to snatch the partner recognized by the wolf king.
Gu Quer was poked in the sore spot by him, but still confronted him coldly, until Wei Hanyue in the room groaned, Cen Huaichou was startled, and took the two things that Gu Quer brought with him without explanation, with a "bang" Slammed the door.
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When he returned to the room, he saw Wei Hanyue throwing the quilt aside, his boots and socks lying on the ground in a haphazard manner, the beauty had already removed her bun and was braiding a lock of black hair.
Wei Hanyue didn't know how to comb his hair at all. In the past, he was combed by a servant of Luojinlou. After he had an affair with Gu Quer, Gu Quer took care of it.
Cen Huaichou saw that he had already braided three or four small braids, distributed irregularly behind his head, like a few tough willows dipped in ink, making him look even more childish.
He walked to the side of the bed and put the box down. Wei Han saw the pipa, his sleepy eyes slightly bent, his bright pupils sparkled with joy, and he hugged the long-lost pipa lovingly. touched.
Cen Huaichou threw off his robe and sat on the side of the bed, undoing the crooked little braids he had braided and combing them again.
Wei Hanyue's hands lightly twitched the silk strings, his posture was like playing with a pool of clear spring water rising after the cold weather and drizzle, and the melodious rhythm flowed out from his fingertips.
Cen Huaichou was originally a loyal listener of Mr. Wei while combing his hair, but when he listened to the ten fingers stroking the thick black hair, he gradually stopped.
He had never heard this tune played by Wei Han, but it was so lingering and indescribable, the sound made his heart tingle, he had a premonition, but he didn't know it...it was a erotic song.
With such a scale, Luojinlou, which is famous for Baixue in Yingzhong, can't play it. It is impossible to say that the low-level Qinlou Chuguan, where there is a mixture of three religions and nine streams, can play such music for fun.
Where did this baby bump come from!
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When Wei Hanyue was sober, he naturally knew the deep meaning of this song, but now he is drunk, his eyes are dull, there is no more innocent and clean eyes than this.
He has no intention of being romantic, which makes Cen Huai's intentions more and more dishonest.
Cen Huaichou taught the music so that his muscles tensed like a fully drawn bowstring ready to go, he almost hastily pressed down Wei Hanyue's unintentionally flaming fingertips and said, "Ah Yue, I can't play any more!" ... Something will happen again."
Wei Hanyue was so drunk that he hadn't played to his heart's content, so he pushed Cen Huaichou's hand away in dissatisfaction and wanted to continue, but just after making two notes, his lips were pecked like a dragonfly.
He hooked him twice more, and Cen Huaichou kissed him again.
……
Like uninitiated children, the two played a childish game of you play and I kiss, which calmed down most of Cen Huaichou's scorching impetuosity.
Seeing that Wei Hanyue looked a little tired, Cen Huaichou tentatively removed his precious pipa and put it in a box, then gently hugged the little ancestor who finally stopped making trouble, and called him softly with his eyes closed: "Ayue .”
He lifted the man up again, and called him "baby" like a child, but Wei Hanyue didn't respond at all, just now he exposed his hands to play, and now he felt a little cold, so he simply put the cold soaked The little paws quickly penetrated into Cen Huaichou's neckline, and the palms pressed against the young man's warm spine, completely treating Cen Huaichou as a humanoid Mrs. Tang.
Cen Huaichou gasped from the coldness of his hands, but let him warm his hands indulgently, and hugged him closer to him.
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Gu Qu'er, who was left behind in that room, heard the rustling noises in the room, and shuffled back to his guest room.
Before the New Year's Eve of the third year of Chongxing, Gu Qu'er was convinced that he was a freak who had cut off all emotions and desires from birth.
The emperor's family has a shallow relationship. As the only son of the late emperor, he was registered as the crown prince at the age of four. His biological parents placed high hopes on him, and his words and deeds were strictly restrained by the standards of the heir to the throne of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Very few.
He and the first emperor are not so much father and son, but more like monarchs and ministers with a father-son relationship.
But even when he was young, facing his strict and indifferent parents, Gu Qu'er never felt uncomfortable. As a child, he could of course try to act coquettishly and foolishly to win the love and care of his parents, but in his heart, he didn't take it seriously. Never longed for it.
As he got older, Gu Qu'er became more and more a qualified king, impartial... old-fashioned.
It wasn't until he met Wei Hanyue that Gu Qu'er realized that he could persist until this point, no less than any impulsive young man.
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