In this quiet Buddhist place, Lin Zikui didn't have the courage to do anything intimate with Xiao Zhaoling here. The most he could do was hold hands. Just the action of holding hands eased the longing that had accumulated over the past few days, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"You said you would come back at the end of last month. I waited and waited until the end of the month, but I still don't know when you will come back, whether you are on the way, and whether you encountered anything on the way back..."
As a result, Xiao Fu's mind was still on the itching in his back hole: "Do you think the poison that Third Brother gave you was intentional or accidental?"
Lin Zikui: “…”
"You! Can you please stop talking about this? My skin is itchy." If he had known not to tell Zhao Ling, Lin Zikui would have turned around and asked him, "Have you eaten?"
"No." Xiao Fu smiled and held the sleeve of his shirt, "What are you taking me to eat, young master? Is it delicious?"
"I didn't eat either. Let's go to the vegetarian hall. I heard that the vegetarian dishes and plum blossoms of Tiefu Temple are unique in Huainan. Vegetarian dishes..." When Lin Zikui said this, he suddenly remembered that Xiao Zhaoling was poisoned in his childhood and lost his sense of taste.
Poisoned in childhood, he was from a noble family, perhaps a bastard's son, victimized by someone, and when he grew up he joined the army, where he was bullied because of his good looks, and after struggling for a long time, he ended up with knife wounds all over his body, which was shocking.
The first half of Zhao Ling's life was full of suffering; even though it was painful, he still loved to laugh.
Lin Zikui tried to guess and imagine what was going on, and his heart ached, so he gave up.
Forget it. He can say whatever he wants. I can't listen to him, so I'll just pretend I didn't hear him.
While eating, he described the taste of the vegetarian dishes to Xiao Zhaoling.
"This is a mushroom. It has a rich, tangy aroma, as well as the scent of wood and fallen leaves. It's one of the most unique foods, but many mushrooms that grow in the wild are poisonous. Don't even think about trying them outside and just picking and eating them."
Xiao Fu ate, and his mind sketched out the picture based on his description.
Still can't imagine what it tastes like. But somehow I felt that the food became more delicious and not so boring anymore.
During the meal, a servant from the Xue Mansion suddenly came over.
"Mr. Lin, I finally found you. The master was wondering where you had gone to. How come you disappeared?"
The servant suddenly saw Xiao Fu: "Hey, this gentleman is..."
“Yes, yes…” Lin Zikui didn’t dare to say that this young man was his wife, and his face turned red for no reason.
Seeing this, Xiao Fu said, "My surname is Xiao, and I am Mr. Lin's older brother. I came here specifically to look for him."
"Oh, it's Master Xiao! Could you please come with me?"
Xiao Fu: "We'll go there after dinner. Where is your master?"
"The master is in the main hall." The servant said goodbye and asked the two to continue eating. There was only a little vegetarian food left, but Lin Zikui had no habit of wasting food and would not leave until he had finished eating.
Xiao Fu didn't eat much, so Lin Zikui took his leftovers and ate them. He lowered his eyes and said, "Just now... I hesitated and didn't dare to say that you were my wife. It was my fault."
"I'm wearing men's clothes and saying I'm your wife. I'm afraid you'll be criticized, Lin Jieyuan." Huainan is Lin Zikui's hometown. Xiao Fu doesn't want him to leave behind gossip after he goes to Jinling. It’s impossible to kill all the gossips.
"Eat slowly, eat until you are full, and gain some weight."
Lin Zikui said, "I'm full." There was still rice in the bowl, and he stuffed it down with difficulty, swallowing. Xiao Fu looked at him and shook his head, taking his bowl and chopsticks from him: "If you can't eat anymore, don't eat it. You're afraid of wasting it, right? I'll give it to you." He ate the leftovers in two or three mouthfuls, leaving not a single grain of rice. Xiao Fu stood up and said, "Let's go to the main hall. There are many people in the Xue Mansion, so don't call me wife, Zikui."
Lin Zikui: "Then what should I call you, Xiao Lang? Brother, Brother Xiao?"
"Xiao Lang is calling you my lover."
“…Brother.”
Xiao Fu smiled and said, "Just call me brother, brother, whatever is fine."
Lin Zikui felt a little awkward and nodded. The two of them returned to the main hall together. Everyone in the Xue residence was here, and they were planning to go back home later. Sure enough, when Prime Minister Xue saw Xiao Zhaoling, he pointed at him and was out of breath: "You, why are you here again!"
Xiao Fu: "Teacher, I am here to bring Zikui back to Jinling to take the exam."
The maid next to the old lady wiped her eyes and muttered, "Oh, this young man looks so much like Young Master Lin's bride that day. He must be her brother."
The old lady is old, and she doesn’t remember the people and events from ten years ago as clearly as Prime Minister Xue.
As soon as I saw Xiao Zhaoling's face, I suddenly had some impression of him.
"Has this young man been to our house before?" If her memory was better, she would have fainted from fright. It’s the second son of the Duke of Changguo, the crazy regent.
Except for the old people in the Xue Mansion, the new servants had never seen Xiao Fu ten years ago, let alone know his identity. Since Master Lin said he was their elder brother, everyone treated him as such, and no one thought it was inappropriate to live in Master Lin's courtyard.
After returning from the Iron Buddha Temple, Xiao Fu asked the Third Master to return to Jinling: "The Fourth Master's mother is ill. She has tuberculosis. The imperial physician can't help her. He begged me. Third Brother, go and see his mother."
The Third Master sighed, "I just arrived and you let me go. Wait, I'll go get Master Lin some medicine! He can take off the eye patch soon."
When Xiao Fu heard him talk about changing the medicine, he immediately remembered: "Does Third Brother have any medicine that can make people burn with desire?"
"You want to drug Lin Zikui? You haven't consummated your marriage yet?"
Xiao Fu: “…”
Is this abnormal?
Why does Mr. Xie look so puzzled?
Xie Lao San knew his personality. He was unlike Xiao Fu's strong personality. However, if he wanted to give him drugs, the Third Master would never allow it. "I don't have the drugs. You can think of a way yourself. Don't bully others."
Xiao Fu: "I'm just asking, I don't want to drug you. Your insect is not a decent one, do you know that?"
"What's wrong with my Gu worm?" Xie Lao San didn't allow anyone to say that his worm was bad in the slightest, so he rolled up his sleeves and said, "What's wrong with it? Xiao Fu, explain it to me clearly!"
"...Nothing." Xiao Fu knew that Lin Zikui probably didn't tell anyone about his private matter, such as the itchy back. He didn't have the nerve to talk about it. He only told himself, which was really...
How could Xiao Fu not want to think about it even in his dreams, and want to make his young master happy?
Wutong Garden, where Lin Zikui lived, was a small courtyard with three rooms inside and outside, where Jinzun, Shutong, and Lin Zikui lived respectively.
Mo Liu felt strange: "Why didn't Madam tell anyone that he was Madam Lin, and asked people to call him Master Xiao? Although he looks like a man, he is a woman, and now he is married. Isn't this inappropriate?"
Jinzun looked at him as if he were a fool.
Lin Zikui didn't tell Mo Liu the truth, fearing that he wouldn't be able to accept it. Seeing that he still believed that Zhao Ling was a girl, he decided to keep hiding it until he could no longer conceal it.
After the hour of Xu at night, everything in the Xue Mansion in May was silent, and the frogs in the pond were croaking.
As soon as the door was closed, Lin Zikui didn't know what to do. Should he sleep on the same bed? Or should we separate and sleep on the bed by ourselves?
He looked towards the couch in the room, where a few books were placed. He walked over there unconsciously, picked up a book and pretended to read.
This couch is narrow, it's ok for Lin Zikui to sleep on it, but not for Xiao Zhaoling.
But Xiao Fu insisted on squeezing over, his chin against his shoulder: "What book is this?"
"It's the Book of Changes..."
"The Book of Changes is good. Can you read palms now, Lin Lang? Can you show me?" Xiao Fu stretched out his hand. Lin Zikui shook his head: "No, but I can tell fortunes and the six lines. It's just that I don't have that talent. The six lines are not accurate. I can read this by looking at the changes of the heaven, earth, sun, moon, yin and yang, which circulate endlessly and repeat back and forth."
Reading made Lin Zikui insightful, and he even did something that went against the yin and yang, such as being a homosexual.
Although Xiao Fu couldn't understand what he said, he still listened to him carefully. Xiao Fu didn't like scholars because he himself didn't like reading, and he was always preached by pedantic Confucian scholars in the past. But Lin Zikui was different.
One was thinking, the other was listening, and there were two men squeezed on the soft couch in a small space. Lin Zikui felt it was too crowded. He glanced at the bed and then looked away. He thought the couch would be better. He was afraid that if he got on the bed, Zhao Ling would touch him again.
What Lin Zikui could not have expected was that even though it was a soft couch, Xiao Fu would still move.
Xiao Fu put his fingers on his belt and said, "Lin Lang has no underwear or shorts to wear. Did you buy new ones?"
Lin Zikui: "Yes, I bought it the next day..."
Xiao Fu: "What pattern did you buy?"
Lin Zikui exclaimed, "Why do I have to buy colorful ones? They are all white..."
Xiao Fu: "Let me see?"
Lin Zikui suddenly blushed: "What's so good about this! It's just white, you have it too."
Xiao Fu smiled at him: "Then Lin Lang, are you looking at mine? I'm red."
Lin Zikui covered his face with a book: "No, no, no, I won't read it." He also has his own pride as a man, and looks a little inferior.
Xiao Fu reached out and flipped through his book.
Lin Zikui turned a deaf ear and continued to block it.
Xiao Fu said in a low and ambiguous voice: "I didn't even throw away the underwear that Lin Lang left on my carriage."
Lin Zikui: "Well... I can still wear it when I go to Jinling to take the exam. It would be a pity to throw it away, I haven't worn it for too long."
"You can't wear it, so let me use it."
Lin Zikui: "How do you fit into my clothes..." There is a difference in body shape between the two of them, and his size won't fit him.
"I didn't say I was wearing it. I used it. I use it when I miss Lin Lang."
"What?" Lin Zikui didn't understand.
"Nothing, just use it like that." Xiao Fu pushed the book from the bottom up, revealing Lin Zikui's smooth chin.
Xiao Fu pressed his lips down and kissed his chin gently.
Lin Zikui forgot to ask any further questions for a moment, and grasped the fragile cover of the "Book of Changes" tightly with both hands.
Xiao Fu continued to push the book upwards, but couldn't move it any further. It seemed that Lin Zikui was using a lot of strength.
Xiao Fu had no choice but to whisper: "Move the book a little closer to your head. If you are embarrassed to read, just cover your eyes."
Lin Zikui paused for a moment, then moved the book up a little, revealing a groove under his lip.
"Go up a little further and get your mouth out."
Lin Zikui poked and moved. He knew what Xiao Zhaoling was going to do, but he was always embarrassed. He did what Xiao Fu said. He moved and brought out his lower lip. Xiao Fu laughed, "You're so slow. Are you an ant? Go up a little bit."
Lin Zikui opened his mouth and said: "The slow one is the turtle. The ant is not slow, it's just small."
"That was my misremembering."
Xiao Fu saw that his upper and lower lips were exposed, rosy and soft. He lowered his head and touched them lightly. He stretched out his tongue to taste them. Lin Zikui clenched his fingers. Through the gap between the books, he sensed a flickering candlelight. He felt Xiao Zhaoling's movements more clearly, which were serious and gentle. Lin Zikui was unable to respond, and he didn't know how to respond. He had no experience and was timid, so he could only endure it passively, his whole body tense and trembling.
"What are you doing with your teeth clenched? Stick out your tongue so I can kiss it."
Lin Zikui's face turned red after hearing this. He was too embarrassed. This was too immoral!
"I haven't seen you for a month. Doesn't Lin Lang love me anymore? Has he changed his mind? Why doesn't he let me kiss him?" Xiao Fu saw that he didn't move and pinched his chin with one hand. Lin Zikui closed his eyes and was led by him. She half-heartedly stuck out her pink tongue, but just as she was about to take it back, Xiao Fu held it in his mouth. Her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her throat and was beating violently.
This feeling lasted for a long time, until the night was dark and the dewdrops fell. When the hour of Xu passed the hour of Hai, Lin Zikui could no longer hold on and wanted to go to sleep. Xiao Fu said, "Are you going to sleep? Don't you want to know what I did with your clothes?"
"How do you use it? Are you mopping the floor?" Lin Zikui huddled in the corner of the couch, leaning against the wall. Xiao Fu's back was almost hanging in the air, and he whispered a few words. Lin Zikui's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened wide, and all sleepiness disappeared: "Why are you like this, like this..."
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