Chapter 325: The Concubine Does Not Harm the Country, She Only Wants to Harm the Imperial Master (Twenty-nine)
Forget it, no matter what he raised before, he can’t raise it in the future anyway.
Jiang Feng curled his lips and began to promote himself: "You raise a fox, right? Foxes are easy to raise, and they have thick fur on their bodies. You won't feel cold if you hold one while sleeping in the winter..."
Yu Huo glanced at the person who kept talking about the benefits of raising foxes and narrowed his eyes: "Okay, then do you have any good foxes you can recommend?"
Jiang Feng stopped talking, then slowly nodded his nose: "Me."
Yu Huo leaned back, showing resistance: "You? Forget it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly walked away from Jiang Feng while he was stunned, picked up the brush on the table, and drew two strokes on the smooth rice paper.
Jiang Feng stared at his profile, his eyes swept across the paper blown by the wind, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
The young man's fingers were well-proportioned, and he wrote slowly, as if carrying a sense of dignity.
"What do you mean by forget it?!" He walked forward and asked relentlessly.
Yu Huo didn't even look at the other person and continued to scribble on the rice paper with the brush.
"What I mean is, you look hard to raise."
"I'm easy to take care of!" Jiang Feng lowered his head to look at the paper on the table. There were no words on it, just a few simple lines, but it was still scribbled all over by this person, not even as good as a child's.
Even the ink is blurred, and the strokes look weak and empty, showing an unlearned and unskillful attitude.
He frowned, reached out and held the young man's hand holding the brush, and wrote the two words "Yu Huo" on the paper stroke by stroke.
"Writing... there are techniques for starting, moving, and ending the stroke, and the way you hold the pen..."
"Stop!" Yu Huo loosened his fingers, and the brush fell to the table with a crisp sound. "You don't need to teach me how to write. I'm not going to take the imperial examination."
Jiang Feng was very tall. When he lowered his eyes to look at him, the shadow cast by the candlelight seemed to cover his entire body.
Yu Huo tapped the table with his fingers, pushed the piece of rice paper with his name on it forward, picked up the book on the table, and leaned lazily against the bookshelf. While glancing at the contents of the book, he asked softly, "It's getting late, why don't you leave?"
Jiang Feng still kept his eyes down, his tone flat: "Where do you want me to go?"
The room was silent for a moment. Yu Huo lightly turned a page of a book, which described the customs and people of Hui Country, as well as the scene of a bumper harvest.
It felt bad to be ignored. Jiang Feng frowned, reached out and took the book away.
Yu Huo paused and tutted softly, "Don't think that you won't get beaten just because you're good-looking."
He thought the other party would stop, but Yu Huo obviously underestimated the extent of this man's shamelessness.
Jiang Feng's eyes lit up for a moment, and he raised his hand to trap him between the bookshelves and asked, "Do you think I'm good-looking?"
“…”
Uh...the vixen's brain isn't right.
Yu Huo refused to communicate with him and bent down to slip out of the other's arms. Unexpectedly, the vixen was very sharp and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back.
"Why are you running?"
Yu Huo moved his shoulders, his eyes twitching fiercely: "You fucking... woooo!" (Let go!)
Before he could finish his harsh words, his collar was loosened, and the hand grabbed the back of his head. While his thin lips were being gently bitten, the cold tip of the tongue penetrated his mouth.
After a brief trance, the soft touch on his lips disappeared, and the vixen in front of him let out a comfortable sigh, and a whisper so faint that it was almost inaudible sounded in his ears.
"Did the Imperial Master drink secretly?"
Yu gritted his teeth angrily: "What? You want to reimburse me for the wine?"
He was responded with a short chuckle, warm breath fell on the side of his neck, and tiny sounds came out from the kisses again and again.
"I have nothing of value, but my appearance can catch the eye of the Imperial Master. If you want it, take it..."
Yu Huo was so aroused that his whole body was burning. He rarely fought back, but just muttered quietly: "Shameless~"
Although he said so, his behavior was very cooperative with the other party. When the slender fingertips touched the button, he raised his head slightly to make it easier for the other party to take action.
The slender fingers on the button paused for a moment, then changed their gentle manner and suddenly pulled it open with force!
Yu Huo narrowed his eyes warily, glanced at the other person and sneered: "Fox spirit."
Jiang Feng looked up and met his gaze, with a beautiful red blush at the corners of his eyes.
"Does the Imperial Master also despise me for being a monster?"
Yu Huo raised the corner of his mouth, held the other person's chin with his fingertips, and chuckled: "Nonsense, the nine-tailed fox is clearly a good omen..."
Heavy snow began to fall at some point during the night. Behind the swaying gauze curtain, Jiang Feng kissed his fingertips, and his crimson lips gradually moved down, gently roaming along his wrist bone.
The snow falls and spring is gradually returning.
The next day, the morning light was dim.
Yu Huo rubbed his forehead and tried to get up, but before he could sit up, the vixen next to him pulled him back.
A vague voice came from the window curtains: "It's still early, sleep a little longer..."
Yu Huo pushed the other person away in annoyance, reached out and pulled the smock to cover the mottled red marks on his body, complaining in his heart.
This person is obviously a vixen, but he has endless energy!
Didn't he cast the wrong species?
Jiang Feng didn't notice his displeasure. He opened his eyes slightly, his lazy eyes overflowing with satisfaction: "Where are you going?"
In fact, Yu Huo was very patient at heart. Even though his body was sore, he pretended to be fine, quickly put on his clothes, and got up to wash.
If he hadn't caught a glimpse of that face and occasionally revealed his emotions, Jiang Feng would have suspected that he was dying.
Seeing the other person's depressed and tidy appearance, Jiang Feng supported his chin with one hand and looked at him sideways: "I'm talking to you, where are you going?"
Yu Huo was tired of being asked, so he threw the towel he had used to clean his face back into the basin and said, "Go see Zhi Ge off."
Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment, a hint of displeasure spilling out of his dark eyes: "Zhi Ge...you're calling me that so intimately."
"......" Yu Huo squinted at him, "What else should I call him? 'Ge'? It's not okay to randomly claim relatives."
"Who said that?" Jiang Feng turned over dissatisfiedly and closed his eyes: "Can't you call me by my full name?"
The sound of footsteps gradually approached his ears, and a fingertip covered with moisture gently poked his forehead. Jiang Feng's long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled, and he opened his eyes reluctantly.
The finger passed by his eyes without any reluctance and fell back to the other person's side.
The young man in front of him looked at him with a smile: "Little fox, you can eat whatever you want, but don't drink too much vinegar. Zhi Ge is going to the border today, I just went to see her off."
The young man's smile was so beautiful that Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment.
It was not until the morning breeze blew in through the opening and closing door that it blew away the frozen expression on his face.
He wrapped himself in the quilt and walked a few steps to the door, then opened it a crack again. He looked at the slender figure walking away from the door. His red lips gradually curled up slightly, and his expression was a little proud.
"It seems that what the girls in the tribe said was right. It's different after physical contact. They will explain unnecessary misunderstandings to me..."
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