Chapter 215 Ancient Literature (XVIII)
Duan Fuqing was furious. How could he possibly like such a little fool? He was cunning, lazy, greedy, and cunning.
Chu Yun looked at the small stones by the river and had an idea in his mind.
"Let's play skipping stones. If my skip is farther, you carry me back. If yours is farther, I'll walk with you, okay?"
Duan Fuqing laughed in anger, how come he never suffered any loss? This little idiot was clever enough to try to be treacherous and commit insubordination. He really spoiled him. Not only did he bite him when he slept, but he also wanted to carry him on his back?
Chu Yun looked at Duan Fuqing with sparkling eyes. He was really good at playing skipping stones. During the summer vacation, he and Lu Ting often played this game together.
Duan Fuqing remained silent for a long time, so Chu Yun assumed that he agreed and began to squat down to look for a smooth stone.
Just as he was about to stand up and throw himself into the water, Duan Fuqing spoke:
"I'm not as good as you. I lost."
Chu Yun turned around and saw Duan Fuqing squatting down with his broad back facing him.
He compromised.
Chu Yun cheered and lay down on it.
Duan Fuqing shook his head. Is it really that serious... Do you really want him to carry you on your back? You have no shame.
After walking for a while, Chu Yun moved his body and felt a little uncomfortable in his chest...
"Don't move!"
Chu Yun was so embarrassed that she couldn't move. She had gained weight recently and was gaining weight all over her body, especially her chest.
Duan Fuqing's ears turned red as his back was pressed. He also felt that it was good for the little fool to eat more, at least... the car owed money.
*
When they returned to the mansion, Fu Lai hurried forward and said that something big had happened.
"If you have to fart, do it now."
Fulai wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was used to the occasional temper of the third young master, who was gentle and kind.
"It's being rumored that the most handsome man in the capital, Su Shangqing, isn't even one-tenth as handsome as the servant boy beside Third Young Master Duan!"
This matter was originally nothing. The gossips in Beijing just like to argue about who is the most handsome and they have to come up with the first and second place. Before Chu Yun came, Su Shangqing was still the most handsome man in Beijing, at least before Chu Yun showed up yesterday.
Duan Fuqing frowned. He knew how famous Su Shangqing was in the capital. Almost most of the young talents regarded him as their dream lover. It was not good to get involved with such a person.
"Who spread it! Where is Ye Lin?"
Fu Lai was just about to ask who Ye Lin was when he saw a man who looked like a big black rat suddenly come out.
"Ouch, ouch, I was scared to death."
Ye Lin knelt on one knee.
"Master, the person has been found and is being held in..."
Duan Fuqing knew it without further explanation. He looked at the confused little fool and knew that this day would come.
The little idiot may not be good at other things, but his appearance is absolutely outstanding. Normally, he is not allowed to go out because we are afraid of causing trouble. Now it seems that it is still not possible. His outstanding appearance cannot be hidden at all.
"The meal should be ready. You eat first and I'll go get busy."
Chu Yun nodded. Although he didn't know what was going on, he felt that something big was about to happen when he saw Duan Fuqing's serious expression.
So he also looked solemn, wanting to reassure Duan Fuqing.
Duan Fuqing almost couldn't help himself when he saw the little fool frowning and nodding. He was so cute, and his personality was even more deadly than his pretty face. In the end, he pinched the soft face and left.
*
"You're the one who spreads all the ups and downs in the capital?"
Duan Fuqing was extremely angry. He rubbed his wrist. Ye Lin said that this man was the scholar who wrote sour poems for the little idiot.
"Hmph, so what if it's me! I fell in love with the young master at first sight, so why can't I write a poem for him?!"
Duan Fuqing cursed inwardly, "What a fool! How dare you shout?"
He raised his leg and kicked the man over.
"Why not? He's a good man, and you're still coveting him? Don't you even consider whether you're worthy of him? You're so poor you can't even afford a good pen and ink, yet you dare to write poems for him? Aren't you afraid of dirtying the little fool's hands that receive the letter?"
The scholar who was lying on the ground with his hands covering his chest immediately looked up.
"You! Are you the Third Master Duan? Reading letters is not a gentlemanly act!"
Another kick in the chest.
Duan Fuqing had never seen such a stupid person. In order to attract Chu Yun's attention, this guy wrote a lot of poems praising appearance and even used Su Shangqing as a comparison. It was extremely stupid. Isn't he deliberately making trouble for others?
He didn't allow any fools to be in his sight except the little fool, so Duan Fuqing closed his eyes.
"Ye Lin, you handle it."
"yes."
*
Duan Fuqing returned home in the dark and met Minister Duan.
He bowed slightly:
"Father."
Minister Duan pinched his forehead tiredly. The Ministry of Rites has been very busy lately, and the court will be receiving foreign envoys soon. He has to take care of everything himself and cannot be careless.
"Well, I heard you have a servant?"
Duan Fuqing paused and said:
"yes."
"Send him away, and let your mother find you another."
Duan Fuqing still kept his head down, his tone calm.
"I heard from Fu that someone compared my servant to Master Su, but it's not a big deal. If I kick the servant out of the house now, I'm afraid others will think I'm afraid of the Su family."
Minister Duan was very concerned about his reputation, but he also took a look at his son and turned away.
"Then you decide."
In the dead of night, I heard that the lights in the bamboo courtyard were still on.
This was the scene Duan Fuqing saw when he entered the room. The little fool was sleeping on the table, with the crystals in his mouth almost flowing out. There was a flower pot on the table. The flower pot was washed clean, and inside it were the small fish that the little fool had caught during the day.
His heart suddenly calmed down, and the irritability in his heart gradually dissipated.
Walking forward, he gently picked up the little idiot. He was a little heavier than before, but still soft enough to fit him perfectly.
The leaping action made the little idiot flinch a little, and he burrowed into his arms, but he still hadn't woken up.
There was some saliva on his sleeve, but he didn't care and continued to change the little idiot's pajamas.
He seemed to have become more fragrant again. The entire bed curtain was filled with the fragrance that penetrated into the bones and belonged to the little idiot. He measured it with his hand and found that the little idiot had indeed become a little fatter. His fingers seemed to sink into it.
He was very steady during the whole process. He dressed Chu Yun every day, and Duan Fuqing could also take his clothes off quickly.
Only after the little fool turned over and fell asleep did Duan Fuqing let out a light breath.
"Fushou, bring some water in. I want to take a bath."
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