Try to rebel today

Under the long verandah, Feng Jiang and Zhou Yao sat together, leaning against the door, the distance was almost the same.

The warm red candlelight was like a waterfall, spilling from the house to the door, entangled the two figures together.

White snow is dancing outside the corridor, and the fragrance of wine is long inside the corridor.

Feng Jiang looked at Zhou Yao who was close at hand, smiling brightly, and seemed to be even closer, and sighed helplessly.

Little crying bag... Is this playing hooliganism?

As far as this is concerned, everyone is a man, he won't lose, but it's okay to tease him, Zhou Yao's sharp teeth can't suffer, playing hooligans at such a close distance...

With Zhou Yao's small body, he was afraid that he would spoil it.

And this body shape is too poor, it looks like he is bullying.

He never bullied the weak.

Feng Jiang forced himself to turn his head, ignoring Zhou Yao who was almost next to him, and started the heart-to-heart talk planned for today: "I was born in a small mountain village..."

"puff--"

When he said the first sentence, Zhou Yao couldn't hold back, and burst into laughter: "Born? A small mountain village?"

You said you didn't come here to make friends?

Feng Jiang was very thick-skinned, and he didn't feel embarrassed, so he grinned his white teeth: "Why, don't you dare to listen? Or don't you dare to exchange?"

Zhou Yao propped his legs up, propped his elbows on his knees, rested his chin, bent his eyes, and tilted his head to look at Feng Jiang: "I was born in the palace."

In a word, the comparison is quite tragic.

Zhou Yao is a high-ranking nobleman, and Feng Jiang is a muddy leg growing out of a muddy field.

Feng Jiang blinked, and looked back at Zhou Yao, Zhou Yao smiled even wider, and bared his small teeth mischievously at him.

"Although my small mountain village is not big and the supplies are not very rich, everyone has a very good relationship."

"Hmm... My palace is very big and luxurious. It has everything, but it's too rich. Everyone is too busy enjoying themselves to meet more."

Feng Jiang: ...

Zhou Yao smiled and said, "Go on."

Feng Jiang: "I went after my mother gave birth, but I have an elder who loves me very much."

Zhou Yao: "My mother loves me very much."

Feng Jiang: ...

Is this comparing!Did Zhou Yao do it on purpose?I lose everything!

It seems that Little Crying Bag is still unwilling to talk to each other...

Feng Jiang thought for a while, then turned his head to look at the snow scene outside the corridor.

The snowflakes are falling, the candlelight is faint, the snow scene at night is really quite artistic.

He picked up the jug, took a big swig, and remained silent for a long time before continuing to speak.

"My mother passed away too early, and the elder who loved me so much has not yet appeared. I was neglected for a long time when I was a child. I was very wild, bullying others, fighting in groups, stealing chickens and dogs. Many times I almost died I played with my own life, and once almost killed someone else's family, I didn't know what was wrong, and I thought that others deserved it..."

Zhou Yao didn't know about Feng Jiang's past.

In his previous life, when they were closer and could see each other often, Feng Jiang was already very reticent and rarely smiled. Even if he wanted to know about these past events, he had no place to ask them.

Now that Feng Jiang is willing to speak, it really aroused his interest, and he really wants to hear it.

Seeing that he was no longer on guard, Feng Jiang lowered his voice, thinking of the past, it was difficult for him to be tense, and a comfortable smile gradually appeared on his face.

"My elder, although she is a woman, has a very strong personality and is also ruthless. She never holds back when she lectures me. I still remember the pain of being hit by her taking off her trousers... Really, very ruthless, such a wide The board," Feng Jiang gestured to the size of the board, "it's so thick, she swung her arms round and pumped, and she wasn't afraid to damage me. If I refused to give in, she wouldn't let go. I called her not a woman, but a ghost. She still laughed and said yes, evil ghosts are worthy of dealing with little ghosts."

"Pfft—" Zhou Yao laughed loudly, "If you are like this, you owe it to me to clean up like this!"

Feng Jiang raised his neck and took a sip of wine: "She convinced me so that I wouldn't dare to mess around anymore, and then pinched my mind to see what I like and worship, and she used a few tricks... I changed Cheng adores her, and then, dare not not listen to her, learn from her and never complain about hardship or tiredness, just want to become the hero in her story..."

"You've been tricked by her!" Zhou Yao snatched the wine from his hand and took a sip as well.

"I was ignorant at the time, and hated her very much. I thought that after becoming a hero, the first thing I would do would be to kill her and make her kneel in front of me, to see if she dared to be shy. Later... as I grew up and became more sensible, I admire her more and more, stick to her, and can't leave her. I want to call her mother, but she should not, saying that she has a son, and she doesn't care about me, a fierce and ugly little thorn."

"Later, she passed away. I hated myself so much at one time, maybe because I was ungrateful and always cursing, God just accepted her. She was only in her 30s..."

The story shifted unexpectedly.

Zhou Yao didn't have time to appreciate Feng Jiang's excitement, so his heart sank.

Feng Jiang's expression was very calm, as if the incident had passed for a long time, and it was difficult to make any further disturbances, but Zhou Yao could see the sadness in the corners of his brows and eyes.

"Her son has been lost since he was a child. I have never seen her. Before she died, she was holding on to the child's little clothes so tightly that she couldn't tear them off... What she cared about the most was never me."

There are many things that you have not experienced together, no matter how you feel, it is difficult to comfort others with the words "empathy".

Zhou Yao handed the jug to Feng Jiang: "You envy that child."

"I feel sorry for him. Such a good mother, it's cheap for me..."

Feng Jiang took a sip of the wine, not knowing whether he was choked or choked, coughed violently a few times, and then his expression recovered: "You must be doing well in the palace."

"Well, it's good, but I don't like... snowing."

Feng Jiang opened his heart so earnestly, it was difficult for Zhou Yao to continue to be unfeeling. He looked at the snow that was blowing up and down, and heaved a long sigh.

"Snow is too cold, too cold. The imperial palace is magnificent and beautiful, and the world admires and yearns for it, but only those who live in it know that the gold and jade are cold, and the high walls are cold. The meals sent along the long palace road, It's also cold..."

The unfavored concubine, the prince who has no sense of existence, faces not only the indifference of the king, but also the suppression of other concubines, and the willful neglect of the palace people.The high palace walls and the small square sky imprisoned not only the concubines, but also the prince.

"You don't go out often?"

"Going out of the palace may be troublesome, but you still want to go out often?"

Zhou Yao snorted coldly. He was sent out to pray for the first time, and he received an imperial decree on the way and became a proton.

Feng Jiang: "First time to Chudi?"

Zhou Yao: "Well. What about you? It's also the first time to travel away from the small mountain village?"

Feng Jiang: "Are you watching?"

Zhou Yao: "It doesn't look like it to me. You look so fierce, but you don't have the slightest worry about scaring children to tears. It can be seen that you are used to doing similar things."

Feng Jiang: "Then you're not afraid of me. Could it be that you've watched a lot and got used to it?"

Zhou Yao: "I'm called traveling thousands of miles, reading thousands of books, gaining knowledge! I'm going to Wudi in the beginning of spring. How about you, where are you going?"

……

The two of them watched the snow scene, each with a sip of wine, chatting slowly, from daily habits to personal hobbies, from market anecdotes to court history, from past experiences to present busyness, unknowingly, a long time has passed.

Heart to heart?There must be, but it's just for heart-to-heart...impossible.

Moved is moved, understanding is understood, IQ cannot be lost, and analysis cannot be stopped.

Zhou Yao gradually realized that Feng Jiang was not really loyal to the fourth prince, the relationship between the two was just an employment relationship, and when it came to a certain matter, if it crossed the line slightly, he would have to pay extra.Feng Jiang didn't intend to stay here for a long time, he would leave after finishing his work.As for what to do and where to go, it is more confidential and cannot be asked.

He also knew that Feng Jiang would not only go to the black market auction tomorrow, but he would also step on it in advance, and he had done a lot of preparation work...

He also knew that this surprise 'reunion' in his mind, the irrepressible kindness, was inexplicable to the other party.Feng Jiang was very vigilant, quietly put on airs, and was looking for his words.

He was not afraid of Feng Jiang's temptation, he wanted to confess his sincerity, but Feng Jiang didn't have those memories of the past, so he... was a little wronged.At the first sight of reunion, Feng Jiang's strange eyes hurt him, but now Feng Jiang's full consciousness is on him, and he feels a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

It shouldn't be, but he couldn't help it.

He is really bad.

Feng Jiang knows that Zhou Yao has never been out of the palace. This time, he was sent as a hostage before he arrived at his destination. He came to Chu. He had never been to his territory, and he had never seen him. chance to get to know him.

So apart from the really coincidental, natural tacit understanding, there must be a middleman.Who is so familiar with him, and who is very close to Zhou Yao?

Feng Jiang couldn't figure it out.

But he could feel that there was no spy betrayal by the people around him, and Zhou Yao had no malice towards him.

This is enough.

It is not in vain for him to think hard and sincerely look back on the past in front of Zhou Yao.

He also knew that Zhou Yao would go to the auction tomorrow, and he would take a Mohuang sticker. Like him, he was a non-staff freelancer.Also, the eldest prince is on guard, but he didn't prepare too many bank notes?

Both of them understood what the other was thinking. They spoke cautiously and calmly, analyzed vigilantly and focusedly, and kept their steps step by step. They didn't pass the line, and tried their best to search for news clues.

"I see that you and Shang Zhong are extremely discordant, did he give you small shoes to wear?"

"Your martial arts must have been practiced for several years, right? Is there a school in the fourth prince's mansion? Is there someone to accompany you to fight? Can you beat it?"

Even when key personnel were mentioned, they still went around in circles without mentioning the eldest prince and the fourth prince himself.

Zhou Yao admired Feng Jiang more and more.

He seems to be a reckless martial artist, but he is not. He is careful, sensitive, and wise, not far from the mature and stable person a few years later.

Feng Jiang's gaze towards Zhou Yao became softer and softer.

Zhou Yao came from a noble family and was born with a noble air. All jokes are jokes. In fact, he didn’t despise others, look down on others, and was abandoned as a proton.

In his bones, he maintains his innate arrogance, and he is firm in his own life and direction.

That's fine.

"Meow - meow -"

The two were talking when they suddenly heard a meow.

No, it's two, more!

Zhou Yao didn't care to talk to Feng Jiang, and didn't care to get close to Feng Jiang to take advantage of it, so he jumped up and looked out——

I saw a little black cat crawling on the top of the wall, as if it was stuck by something, its hind paws could not be pulled out, and it was angrily pawing at the tiles, meowing like it was arguing with the tiles.

"Little black meow!"

Zhou Yao ran down the veranda in surprise, and ran towards the wall against the snow: "Do you miss me?"

The little black cat was angry, and it didn't look good when it saw him. It even waved its front paws and patted a bunch of snow.

Maybe it was too much force this time, its hind paws were pulled out, and it couldn't stabilize its body, so it rushed forward.

"be careful--"

Zhou Yao was still running on the road, and couldn't get to the wall in time to rescue him. His heart was hanging, and he hated himself for not knowing martial arts and being faster!

Those who know martial arts will start to get flustered.

Zhou Yao didn't look back, and didn't see what Feng Jiang was moving. Anyway, the moment Feng Jiang appeared in his field of vision, Feng Jiang was very handsome and cool. His figure was like electricity, light and vigorous. Little black cat.

He only had time to see Feng Jiang's flapping robe, which was like water ripples and cloud patterns, and the way it swayed was called agility.

"This stupid suicidal pose, is your brain frozen?"

Feng Jiang raised the little black cat to his eyes, and poked it on the forehead.

"Meow!"

The little black cat made a super fierce sound, showed its sharp teeth, and threatened Feng Jiang: I can handle it myself, so you don't need to worry about it!

After yelling, seeing that Feng Jiang was so blank, he still didn't let go of it, it directly showed its tender little paws, and greeted Feng Jiang's face——

No matter how tender the claw is, it is also a cat's claw, and it will scratch you to death if it doesn't bleed!

Feng Jiang pinched the kitten's paw with quick eyes and hands, and looked at Zhou Yao who walked over as if nothing had happened: "Taxue is naughty, you must laugh at me."

Zhou Yao: ...

"Is this your cat?"

Feng Jiang nodded: "Yeah."

But the little black cat was very uncooperative.

Unable to break free from this claw, it swung the other one, and even used the other three. Regardless of the danger of falling, it desperately threw all its strength at Feng Jiang's face, scratching Feng Jiang in an instant. With a face full of flowers.

Zhou Yao: ...

Believe in you!