No.5 Gongzhong

After hearing these words, Gong Zhonghao lost all anger, with a clear arc on his mouth, and his tone turned soft: "Ming, if you carry a big sedan chair eight times, it's not just asking you to be a servant, but to be the magistrate of the county." of……"

Unconsciously sinking into his gentle smile, No.5 came back to his senses, hurriedly turned away his flushed face, and interjected angrily: "Hmph, no matter who I become, even if I become the magistrate, I won't come! I just want to Enter Dali Temple and become a capable person like that envoy!"

The speaker can easily ignite his own anger, and Gong Zhonghao showed obvious sullen expression. "For the rest of my life, I will only stay here. If you don't want to see me, then go to the capital to take the martial arts exam, and become a colleague of the Xuanshiyan as soon as possible, and stay in Dali Temple as an errand, so you don't have to come back." After saying that, Whipped his sleeves and turned away.

No.5 was baffled by his displeasure, and his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, muttering in his mouth: "What are you doing, I'm just joking, do I need to be so serious? Tsk, how could I get into Dali Temple? But , well done, why is he angry?"

After a while.

"I've already washed up, and I brought you a basin of water." Gong Zhonghao folded the facekerchief on the basin.

"Thanks." No.5 said casually, continued to lower his head and fiddle with the belt around his waist, and said to himself: "Hey, it seems a little loose. I always feel that I have lost a lot of weight recently."

Gong Zhonghao came in front of this confused worm, grabbed his belt, and pulled him into his arms. "do not move."

Hitting his head against his chest, No.5 raised his clear eyes, blushed, and asked hesitantly, "You, what are you doing?"

Gong Zhonghao didn't answer, but slowly untied the interrogator's belt, tied it up again, then locked his waist with both hands, tilted his head, his eyes were filled with deep sorrow, and whispered in his ear Said: "I allow you to stay by my side, and allow you to be within my reach for the rest of your life. Do you know? How much I want to go back to the time when I was a classmate with you. At least then, we have never parted. In fact, see The first day before you, I suddenly realized that what I thought was deserted, turned out to be the loneliness when you were not around. The love is still the same, and it is still deep-rooted."

No.5 blurted out: "What admiration, which girl do you have a crush on?"

"There is no cure for your dullness. Dealing with you is more tiring than dealing with official business. But it doesn't matter, because it is you, so I am willing to spend time." Gong Zhonghao loosened his waist, walked to the threshold, Looking back, his eyes were bright, and he said with a smile: "I'm looking at the person in front of me. If I can't lift the big sedan chair, how about I carry you on my own?" Turning his head and walking away.

Thinking about what he just said, No.5 blushed with anger and stomped on the spot. "Hmph, you must be playing tricks on me again, damn it, damn it! Little mouse, you are Zhu Bajie, but I don't want to be carried by you, and I don't want to be your daughter-in-law!"

It took a while.

No.5 stepped out of the threshold, closed his eyes, and stretched comfortably.

"Fifth son!"

He opened his eyes and saw an old man with whirling white hair beside him, and asked in puzzlement, "Uncle Xu, why are you here?"

"Fifth son, the fifth young master repeatedly asked the old slave to remember to let you eat breakfast. The old slave has a bad memory and is afraid of forgetting, so he waited for you outside the door. By the way, he even asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite breakfast. Eat red bean paste buns."

"Why does he care about me? There must be no conspiracy? Uncle Xu, tell me, did he poison the buns?"

"I have to say, the fifth young master is very caring for you. He took care of you until late at night twice. Fifth son, excuse me for talking too much, but you can't drink enough. It's better to drink less in the future."

No.5 lowered his head and muttered: "Last night, I still remember a little bit, the little mouse seemed to give me a bath, but I got his clothes wet. As for the last time, I was really drunk. It's a fairy."

"Fifth son, what are you talking about?"

He straightened his jaw and replied with a smile: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

"The bean paste buns are not good if they are cold, please come with this old slave."

"Yeah. Thank you Uncle Xu!"