After waking up the next day, Fang Su did not dare to look up at the person beside the bed for a long time. The body is not weak, but a little lazy, and I don't want to move, so I take the opportunity to lie down and not get up, close my eyes and sleep soundly, so as not to talk to that person.

Tang Qiaoyuan didn't know how long he had been awake for a long time, but he kept in his eyes what he looked like when he was asleep. Now, seeing that he was clearly awake but still pretending to be asleep, he didn't say anything. He sat up with a low smile, and stepped down first. Beds are cleaned.

Fang Su quietly opened his eyes when he heard the movement. Tang Qiaoyuan's back was marked with scratches. He could see how the traces were left at a glance. He closed his eyes again, and an unstoppable scene from last night appeared in his mind. , I only felt that my whole body was hot, and as a result, I was even more reluctant to get up, and I wished to spend the whole day wrapped in the quilt.

Even though he thought this way, he couldn't get his wish. Tang Qiaoyuan didn't urge him, he only had breakfast delivered to his room, and he didn't know how many sumptuous things he made.

The scent drifted closer and closer, and floated under his nose as if he had grown legs. Fang Su finally couldn't help but open his eyes and found that the man was deliberately teasing him, holding a small bun in a small porcelain bowl and approaching him, He whispered, "Crab yellow dumplings."

This is the only way he can't hold it anymore, Fang Su looked up at him with a blushing face, and slowly curled a smile on the corner of his lips.

Tang Qiaoyuan put the porcelain bowl on the low table beside the bed, took him up and put his palm on his back, it was not the first time in his heart that he felt that he was too thin. All the good things are brought to the table, but you always can't eat a few bites, how can I make you fatter?"

Fang Su followed his words and glanced at the table, but it was just breakfast. The table was full, and the dishes were getting richer every day, I'm afraid he couldn't pick what he liked. In fact, Fang Su likes everything, but he is used to being hungry for so many years, and his appetite is very small.

"You prepared too much..." Fang Su replied softly.

Tang Qiaoyuan pretended not to understand what he meant, and said deliberately: "Could it be that I prepare less but you can eat more? What's the reason? Then I will only prepare a bowl of meat for you in the future. Can't you eat cleanly?"

Fang Su couldn't understand the words, but his eloquence couldn't match.

The man laughed twice to himself, bent down to put on his shoes and socks, and said, "You can eat whatever you like, and it's fine to eat more."

Fang Su nodded, Tang Qiaoyuan felt a little relieved, and personally waited on him to wash his face and rinse his mouth, and then took him to the table to sit down. Before eating, I filled him with half a bowl of moisturizing white fungus, but I stood up and walked to the wooden cabinet by the wall, saying, "The sun is shining today, I will pick you a set of light and easy clothes and tie up your hair. Well, it's already summer, and it will be hot and sweaty if you leave it like this."

Fang Su held a small bowl and drank tremella, and turned to see his movements. When he heard the word "braided hair", he was stunned. He seemed to think of something and called him, "Qiaoyuan."

Tang Qiaoyuan's brows were full of joy, and he liked to hear him call his name the most. He turned his head to respond, and heard him ask, "Where did I put the baggage that I... asked someone to fetch?"

"What's the burden?" The man blurted out, and only realized after asking, it should be something that Fang Su had brought with him when he came to this mansion, so he replied, "You said it then, I sent someone to another courtyard to get it, It should be kept in the room and you will find out if you ask."

Tang Qiaoyuan walked to the window and called several maids outside the corridor. The maids entered the room, but they were all at a loss when they heard the question. After thinking for a while, one of them remembered: "The burden seems to have been thrown away."

The man sank his face instantly: "Who allowed you to throw it."

Seeing that he was angry, the maid immediately knelt down to admit her mistake, and the others knelt down for fear of being angered. Fang Su was slightly startled, she quickly put down the bowl and spoon, raised her head before the man got angry and said, "It's okay...don't be angry."

Tang Qiaoyuan turned his head to look at him, his eyes were full of disappointment and anxiety, but he still cared about apologizing for others, and the rebuke that was already in his mouth could not be uttered for a while.

"Master..." The maid who was kneeling on the ground was afraid and didn't dare to raise her head, but seeing Fang Su begging for them, she explained in a low voice, "There are only two old clothes in the bag, so the servants naturally dare not make up their minds, it's white. Miss Ping said she didn't need to keep it, that's why..."

Tang Qiaoyuan frowned, only to think that Bai Ping acted carefully, how could she have made such a mistake, and when she was unhappy, the girl mentioned in the words walked into the room listening to the movement.

Bai Ping opened the bead curtain, and when she came in, she gave a slight salute to Fang Su, and then turned to Fang Su and saluted without waiting for him to question: "Madam, the wooden hairpin in the bag, the servant has put it in the small drawer of the mirror for you. ."

Fang Su's eyes brightened, and she didn't have time to ask her how she knew what she cared about. She got up and trotted over to the mirror, opened the drawer, and there was a piece of wrapped flannel in it, and then opened the flannel to see that it only accompanied her for more than ten years. The humble hairpin of the year really lay quietly inside. Fang Su was in the mood of regaining what was lost, she turned her head to thank Bai Ping and said, "Thank you Miss Bai Ping."

"Madam's words are serious." Bai Ping bowed her lips in a salute, and took the frightened maids back in time. Before leaving, her eyes swept across Tang Qiaoyuan's face, seeing this person who always only smirked indifferently. Soft, with a heartbeat, I felt that this lady who suddenly came to the mansion might really be a precious jade that can hold the entire mansion.

- I just don't know how powerful this treasure jade is, and whether it can stop the evildoer who always loves to come here to make trouble.

Bai Ping smiled quietly, secretly pressing a treasure in her heart.

The turmoil in the room subsided for a short time, and Tang Qiaoyuan's hostility had long since disappeared. He approached Fang Su to look at the things in his hand, and asked, "Susu wants to wear this hairpin to go out?"

Fang Su found something important, and was in a good mood. Hearing this, she laughed softly, shook her head briskly and replied, "How can I use the hair accessories worn by women... This is a relic left by my mother, she accompanied me. For more than ten years, I forgot to look for it earlier this time..."

In the words, Fang Su really felt a little remorse.

In the past, this hairpin was always quietly pressed under his pillow by him. If he was wronged during the day, he could take it out at night to take a look at it, touch it, and comfort him. Now that he came to Tang Qiaoyuan's side, it seemed that he suddenly had something incomparably reliable, which truly replaced the blessing given by this wooden hairpin.

Fang Su's eyes were slightly red, and her heart was inexplicably throbbing while she was annoyed.

The people behind him didn't ask him anything, and when he heard him mentioning his relatives, he stretched out his arms and hugged him to his chest.

In the late spring and early summer, the clouds are thin.

Linzhou City used to be lively, the streets were bustling with pedestrians, street vendors lined up along the road, and occasionally children ran up and down the road frolic.

Fang Su was dressed in pale yellow and warm clothes and walked with Tang Qiaoyuan unhurriedly. The fingers under his sleeves were pinched by the man's hands, which made him shy at first, but later he was distracted by the dazzling array of things on the street. , Fang Sucai gradually relaxed, no matter how sticky this person was, he just turned his head to look at new things.

As he walked, Tang Qiaoyuan couldn't help laughing, and suddenly he hooked him by the waist, and he asked with a smile, "As soon as Susu goes out of the street, he doesn't look at me anymore."

Fang Su's face became warm, and suddenly he heard the man lower his voice and joked: "It's better to be in the mansion, at least when you're in the mansion, you will secretly look at me."

He was instantly ashamed, and even his ears were burning.

—I thought that my little actions from time to time had never been discovered, but it turned out that this person knew it at all.

Tang Qiaoyuan, however, still refused to let him go, hugging him tighter and tighter, and asked with a smile, "This looks good on the outside, or is your husband good-looking? Huh?"

Fang Su pursed his lips, bowed his head and dodged, but this person refused to relax his strength for a long time, and he couldn't dodge no matter how he diddge. He was afraid that there would be more and more pedestrians paying attention to him, so he whispered: "You look good..."

Tang Qiaoyuan couldn't stop laughing, wanting to kiss him on the face, but worried that he would be too embarrassed to move forward, but after a little evaluation, he endured it and stopped teasing him.

The man retracted his arm, Fang Su looked around when he turned around, and found that no one seemed to be looking at them, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't know that in this city of Linzhou, there were very few people who didn't know Tang Qiaoyuan's identity. Those people were afraid of him, so naturally they didn't dare to put their eyes on it too directly, fearing that if he angered him, it would only bring bad luck.

Everyone on the street turned a blind eye, talking and walking. Probably only children were fearless. They blinked their innocent eyes and looked up. A shy face.

Fang Su gradually relaxed, probably due to the influence of those children, a smile appeared on his face, and his fingers were gently bent imperceptibly, hooking the palm of the person beside him.

Not far behind, a ten-year-old boy looked at him in astonishment, his eyes filled with disbelief.