Chapter 122 Extra 2: Big and small Jiang Tingyuan Big and small Jiang Shura field...
It is spring again. The plum blossoms in Kyoto are in full bloom, and there are also early winter jasmines decorating the streets. The long streets are bright black from the melted snow.
"Lord Song, I will send you here."
Song Yanze was wearing a first-grade scarlet official robe with a flying crane patch on his chest, and a small sachet hung on his belt inlaid with jade.
The stitching on the sachet was rough, with a few plum blossoms embroidered crookedly.
Lord Song is in a high position and has great power, so he doesn't mind being shabby or ashamed.
Song Yanze bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, eunuch."
When the new emperor ascended the throne, he not only appointed him as a palace minister, but also appointed him as the prince's tutor. Therefore, he now has to go to the East Palace to teach the young prince, and his shift will be even later.
At dusk, Song Yanze was not in a hurry to go back. Jiang Tingyuan had recently gone to the western suburbs to patrol the camp, and he would not be back until noon tomorrow.
Song Yanze came out of the palace, rode in a carriage for a while, got off, dismissed everyone and walked around casually.
Song Yanze took off his official hat, and his hair was tied up with a jade hairpin carved with plum blossoms. The breeze was just right, and Song Yanze unconsciously hooked the sachet with his fingers, thinking about where he would go to play with Jiang Tingyuan for a few days after he came back. It was a great pleasure that they all had a day off.
"Ah! Whose child is sleeping here?"
Song Yanze turned his head and looked over, only to see a figure huddled in the corner of the pastry shop, sleeping with his eyes closed.
Song Yanze couldn't see clearly, but he felt that she looked familiar, so he walked over. The first person to notice her was the owner of the pastry shop, a woman with a plump figure and a blessed appearance.
When she saw that it was Lord Song who came, she cried out in pain.
"There are no beggars in Kyoto. Besides, he is wearing unusual clothes. Maybe he is a lost child from some family? Sir Song? Sir Song? Do you know this child?"
Song Yanze stood there in shock, subconsciously wanting to rub his eyes.
Even Jiang Tingyuan’s sons don’t look this way!
Song Yanze was surprised for a moment, then he came up with an idea. He responded after coming to his senses. Then he squatted closer and called him twice softly, then reached out and patted him again.
When I got closer, I found that the boy had some scars on his body, dark circles under his eyes, and was wearing coarse cloth. And the more I looked at him, the more he looked like Jiang Tingyuan...
Song Yanze immediately decided to take the person away first.
The shopkeeper helped to lift the man up and put him into the carriage, then asked Song Yanze with a smile.
"Are you still going to pack the cakes you ordered yesterday? Commander Jiang told you to eat them in different ways before he left. We have kept some for you every day."
Song Yanze coughed lightly, took the oil paper bag and walked away, then turned around and got on the carriage.
Song Yanze looked at the child curiously and became more and more certain that he was related to Jiang Tingyuan, but he couldn't be his son, right? The boy looked about eighteen or nineteen years old.
"Yan Ze...Yan Ze..."
Song Yanze leaned closer and listened to what he was mumbling, frowned, and looked at him with raised eyebrows. The young man seemed to have noticed something and held on to his official robe tightly to prevent him from leaving.
Song Yanze pulled his sleeve and subconsciously lifted it up, causing the boy's sleeve to slide down a little, revealing a red tasseled hair tie tied to his wrist...
Song Yanze was amazed. He was sure that this was exactly the same as the one tied to the goose feather.
After all, Jiang Tingyuan had tied it around his wrist for several days before he left, and his calves were shaking from the torture.
He stretched out his hand to take a closer look, but was suddenly grabbed by a hand on his wrist. The strength, angle, and even the position were exactly the same, except that the palm of this hand was not as rough.
"Yan Ze? Why are you here?"
Song Yanze met a pair of black eyes, wet and a little confused, but the moment they looked at each other, Song Yanze blurted out: "Jiang Tingyuan you..."
The young man's lips turned pale and he looked at him in panic. "You know my real name?"
Song Yanze took a deep breath and held his forehead, trying to digest the current situation.
"Yan Ze... why are you wearing your hair tied up and your official robes?"
Seeing him leaning against the inner wall of the carriage, always nodding his head and feeling uncomfortable, Song Yanze reached out and held him in his arms, half leaning against him.
"You...how old are you?"
"Nineteen years old." As soon as he opened his eyes and saw Song Yanze, he was sure that he was Song Yanze, the Song Yanze he was thinking of.
Song Yanze rubbed his brows. "You may find it hard to believe, but this seems to be ten years later."
"I believe it." He grabbed Song Yanze's sleeve, stared at him with his black eyes, coughed twice and said, "You are Yanze. The young master of the Song family, Song Yanze."
Song Yanze was so soft-hearted that he couldn't help but reach out and poke his cheek. The 19-year-old Jiang Tingyuan was no longer by his side. He had lost so much weight, but he was taller and stronger, like a young wolf.
But the look he gave her was bright, a little stubborn, hiding an ambiguous feeling, very... very innocent?
It looks much cuter than the big one now. That big one looks like a horny dog.
"Although I don't know what happened, it is fate that you can come here. You can live with me before you go back."
Song Yanze rubbed his hair, poured him some tea and asked him to drink the hot tea first.
Jiang Tingyuan looked at his smile, his eyes fluttered and then drooped, as if to cover up, but his ears turned red. After drinking a cup of tea, he asked him carefully again.
"Will it disturb your family if I rashly live in your house?"
Song Yanze was surprised for a moment by his cautious politeness, but he didn't think much about it, and said to him with a smile: "There are no female relatives in the mansion except the cook, so you can rest assured."
Jiang Tingyuan's lowered eyes lit up for a moment, and Song Yanze turned his back and told the servant to go back first and have someone prepare things.
So he missed the innocent little Jiang Tingyuan's deep, greedy and ecstatic look in his eyes for a moment.
There were plenty of guest rooms in the mansion, but after dinner, Jiang Tingyuan followed Song Yanze in and out uneasily.
Even if Song Yanze comforted him gently and asked him to sit down and rest for a while, it would be useless if he just went to get some medicine for Jiang Tingyuan's external injuries.
Song Yanze followed him and took him to the room where Jiang Tingyuan usually kept his things.
Little Jiang Tingyuan's eyes narrowed and he frowned.
"You have some bruises and open cuts that need to be taken care of properly."
"This is not your room..." Little Jiang Tingyuan came to the conclusion after taking a look around. Song Yanze didn't think much about it and answered casually as he was busy looking for the medicine bottle.
"Yes, he usually uses this room."
Song Yanze took it, turned around and took his hand to go out. Jiang Tingyuan was stunned for a moment, and immediately grabbed Song Yanze's fingers tightly until his knuckles turned white.
It took the nineteen-year-old Jiang Tingyuan more than half a year to reach Yanzhou.
Song Yanze chatted with him and found out that he had not arrived in Yanzhou yet. He was moving goods at the dock the day before to earn money for the journey. After returning, he was too tired and fell asleep in the woodshed of the inn. He was here when he woke up.
Song Yanze sighed and rubbed the purple bruises on his shoulders with heartache. The more he downplayed it, the more sad Song Yanze felt.
The boy's back already had the broad and strong outline that he would have in the future, but it was still a little thin.
"I... will sleep in the woodshed later. There's no need to clean up the guest room..." Jiang Tingyuan saw the reluctance on his face through the bronze mirror and glanced at the wardrobe on the side.
Not only were there civil servant robes hanging there, but there were also several sets of robes that were obviously much larger. Not only that, the clothes hangers behind the screen on one side were clearly for two people. Just now, when he went to take a bath, he saw an overly large bathtub...
"No, you need to get some rest. The guest room is empty anyway, so why would you sleep in the woodshed?"
Jiang Tingyuan turned his head and looked at him carefully: "Then can I sleep with you?"
Song Yanze subconsciously had some impure thoughts in his mind, and then he despised himself fiercely. Looking at Jiang Tingyuan's uneasy eyes, he almost agreed.
It's not good. At this time, they have no physical relationship, and they don't have a name or status...
Jiang Tingyuan clenched his fists. As expected, there was someone in his room ten years later. He looked away with a disappointed look on his face.
"I understand. I won't make it difficult for you."
But there was poison in his lowered eyes. All the furnishings and arrangements showed that they had lived here for more than one or two years.
He didn't catch up...who was it? !
He looks like a man, so why is he a step late, why is this person allowed to be with him.
Song Yanze let his hair down and sat on the bed reading a book. Jiang Tingyuan had been away for the past few days and he suddenly missed him a little... He even felt a little cold under the quilt.
Song Yanze shook his head and chuckled, thinking of the little Jiang Tingyuan in the guest room. It was really amazing. He never wanted to talk about the seven years of wind, frost, rain and snow, and now here came his teenage self.
"Sir... Jiang Tingyuan's cousin went to sleep in the woodshed."
Lian Xin knocked on the door and came in, looking at him awkwardly. Song Yanze told them that this was Jiang Tingyuan's cousin, otherwise he couldn't explain this situation...
Song Yanze hurriedly put on his outer robe, got out of bed and went to the woodshed with Lianxin.
Lianxin held the lamp. The woodshed was drafty and very cold. Song Yanze saw him still curled up in the straw pile wearing his rags.
Song Yanze frowned, thinking that he was being too pretentious. He had forgotten how sensitive and stubborn Jiang Tingyuan was.
He had to endure hardships like this, sleeping in the open and eating out. It was hard for Song Yanze not to feel sorry for him, so he always softened his heart and pulled him into the room.
Lianxin had a strange look on her face, but she thought to herself that Jiang Tingyuan should be back by noon tomorrow at the latest, so as long as the young master was happy.
"Have I disturbed you..." It was late at night, the candlelight was dim, and Jiang Tingyuan's face was hidden in the shadows. He curled the corners of his lips and held Song Yanze's hand tightly.
Song Yanze didn't realize the meaning of "you guys". He just found a piece of Jiang Tingyuan's underwear for him to wear and comforted him with a smile.
"How could that be? Just be at ease."
Jiang Tingyuan changed his clothes. The clothes he wore were a little bigger, but not too big. Song Yanze was sitting on the edge of the bed and saw him walk out from behind the screen and sway for a moment.
Why didn't he recognize her right away? They looked exactly like each other, only their aura and stature were different.
"Jiang Tingyuan..."
Song Yanze called him subconsciously. Little Jiang Tingyuan lowered his head and pulled the belt. The collar was not fastened, revealing a strong chest. As he walked, the two pieces of inner clothes underneath swayed, revealing his abdominal muscles and waist faintly.
Under the candlelight, the arrogant and immature aggression came to his face, with the temptation of a young man. He did it poorly. But Song Yanze had no guard against him and was familiar with his body.
Song Yanze's ears turned red. He kept thinking of the scenes of his infatuation with Da, and felt that he was being too reckless.
He was only nineteen years old and didn't know anything. He was really... really bad...
The innocent Jiang Tingyuan didn't know how to tie his belt, but the smart and wise Song Ge Lao believed him, pulled him down and helped him to straighten his inner clothes and tie his belt.
Jiang Tingyuan stuck close to him intentionally or unintentionally, lowering his head to sniff his scent. His high nose bridge and three-dimensional face, under the light and shadow, left Song Yanze with a handsome profile.
He lowered his eyes and sniffed lightly, his eyelashes were long and straight, and there was nothing special about his expression, but there was a thriving desire surging in his eyes like spring buds.
Jiang Tingyuan turned his head and chuckled. His young and handsome features were still a little immature compared to the older one. He looked young and open-minded, making people less wary.
"It smells like plum blossoms, very nice."
Song Yanze swallowed dryly, turned his head away, and spoke haltingly: "It's...it's getting late...it's time to rest..."
Song Yanze shrank into the bed with his back to him. Jiang Tingyuan chuckled and still liked sleeping in it like before.
But if others really want to do something, they can't run away even if they want to while sleeping inside, and can only be bullied with their mouths covered.
Jiang Tingyuan had no desire to sleep, but Song Yanze gradually fell asleep. After relaxing, he unconsciously moved closer to the heat source and found a familiar position to nestle in Jiang Tingyuan's arms.
I was still unfamiliar with this little business and felt my heart beating like a drum. I had to concentrate so as not to make a fool of myself and expose my mask of innocence.
Jiang Tingyuan's Adam's apple moved, and he wanted to use force but didn't dare to. He could feel his breath on his neck and it was getting intense.
As the sky brightened, a group of people and horses galloped on the official road and soon entered the city.
Xuan Qing saw his master's anxious look and knew that he was waiting to go back to see Elder Song. Jiang Tingyuan rode home with a bunch of dry goods and specialties he brought from outside.
Lianxin got up early and thought she was dreaming when she saw Jiang Tingyuan wearing a large banner and carrying something in the yard.
"He hasn't woken up yet, has he? Has he eaten well for three meals a day these days? Take these to the kitchen and make some fresh food for lunch, so he won't be unable to eat again."
Jiang Tingyuan had been busy these days, and a little stubble had appeared on his beard. He walked and gave instructions to Lianxin. Lianxin was about to respond, but suddenly remembered that there was someone on her master's bed...
Lianxin was startled and hurriedly stood in front of Jiang Tingyuan.
"The general is tired too, why don't you go...have breakfast first!"
Lianxin swallowed dryly. Jiang Tingyuan stopped and looked at him suspiciously.
"Isn't breakfast ready at this hour?"
Lian Xin looked around, sweat on her forehead. "Then...then General, please take off your sword first. I will help you put it away."
Jiang Tingyuan frowned, with a frightening half-smile on his face. He looked at Lianxin's expression and took off the Yanling and pressed it on his hand.
"Why are you feeling guilty?"
Lian Xin breathed a sigh of relief and then a breath of relief. If Jiang Tingyuan wanted to kill the adulterer, would he need to use a knife? Wouldn't it be a matter of just one punch?
Jiang Tingyuan strode through the corridor, the hem of his ochre brocade robe swaying slightly with his black boots, and his black flag swinging with a slight noise.
Lianxin quickly turned around and ran away. Their fierce husband was back, so what would happen to the little girl?
In the bedroom, little Jiang Tingyuan heard the noise outside and suddenly opened his eyes, suppressing his anger and resentment that was about to surge out.
"Jiang Tingyuan...sleep a little longer..."
Song Yanze shrank into his arms and muttered something. Jiang Tingyuan immediately hugged him tightly and secretly touched his forehead with his lips.
"Get out of here."
Little Jiang Tingyuan held Song Yanze in his arms, looked up at the man at the door, his eyebrows twitched, as if in provocation.
There was no surprise on the face of the man at the door. The dim light made his cold eyes look very scary. Jiang Tingyuan lowered his voice and untied the rope of Da Hui.
The moment Jiang Tingyuan walked in, he had a certain feeling, and when he saw it was indeed... himself.
Little Jiang Tingyuan slowly loosened his hand so as not to wake him up, tucked in the quilt for him and then walked up to him.
When the two of them stood together, neither of them had their usual disguise in front of Song Yanze, and they looked so alike that they looked like a mirror.
The two looked at each other, then glanced at the sleeping Song Yanze, and walked out tacitly, moving their hands and feet lightly at the same time.
"Stay away from him and get out of here right now."
The half-smile on Jiang Tingyuan's face disappeared. The murderous aura that came from holding a high position for many years and killing countless people was completely exposed, and he made no effort to conceal his disgust.
Little Jiang Tingyuan snorted and laughed: "He picked me up personally, applied medicine on me, let me wear your clothes, and let me sleep on his bed."
"Why do you want me to go away?"
The older one sneered, "He and I have the final say here. The bed is mine and his. Even the medicine he gave you belongs to both of us."
"So I didn't miss him, I really waited for him?"
The two were silent for a moment. The older one hummed and corrected him, "I am his husband now."
The younger one let out a long sigh, couldn't help laughing, and then said something that provoked the older one's anger.
"Then I am his husband too."
The veins on Jiang Tingyuan's forehead were throbbing. He grabbed his collar and gritted his teeth in a low voice: "You are nothing. You are just a poor creature who sneaks around by relying on his kindness."
"Jiang Tingyuan! What are you doing!"
When Song Yanze got up, he didn't see anyone, but he saw the big flag on the table and knew something bad was going to happen. He immediately put on his big flag and opened the door.
The older one was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows drooping. The younger one put away his provocative expression and his face turned pale.
"I seem to have caused you some trouble."
Song Yanze pulled the younger one and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no injuries from head to toe. Then he saw that the younger boy was only wearing a single layer of clothing, so he untied his big coat and tried to put it on him.
"Don't say that."
The older one was so angry that his teeth itched, and he was on guard day and night, but he couldn't defend himself. It was also his fault, because he would hint from time to time how difficult it was for me to leave him, and he was sure of it.
Now, there really is someone younger than him who makes Song Yanze really worried.
"My husband, I am not dead yet."
Song Yanze pushed the younger one back to put on his clothes, then hugged the older one, smiled, and took the initiative to put his arm around his shoulders and kiss him.
"You've been patrolling the camp for many days. Are you tired? It's not safe to travel at night. Don't do that next time."
Jiang Tingyuan snorted and looked down at Song Yanze, with a hint of obvious meaning. Song Yanze had gone too far with that kiss just now, and with red ears he kissed him again.
This time Jiang Tingyuan held the back of his neck, bit his lips lightly, and slid his soft and flexible tongue inside. Song Yanze easily softened in his arms and leaned against his arms securely, but felt embarrassed because there was a little one in the room.
Jiang Tingyuan raised his eyelids and looked straight at the little Jiang Tingyuan who had not left the door, as ferocious as a beast guarding its food. Little Jiang Tingyuan's eyes were full of jealousy, and his hands were clenched tightly.
Song Yanze had a rare day off, but just half a day later he prayed for the emperor to summon him. He might as well go to the yamen.
The closer the older one is to the younger one, the more lost and sad he becomes. As soon as I try to comfort the younger one, the older one gets so angry that he stops eating and starts practicing boxing in the courtyard. He looks like he wants to beat himself to death.
"After so many days of separation, when I came back I saw a little girl sleeping on the master's bed. I think the master has no sympathy for me at all."
Song Yanze hurried to comfort the older one, but he was too big for him to hold, so he had to close the door and sit on his lap, kissing him and letting him poke him with his stubble.
"Pity, pity, of course I pity you. But he is also you, and before you came, he was still moving goods at the dock..."
"Song Yanze." Jiang Tingyuan called him in a low voice and gently bit his earlobe.
"I have also moved goods at the dock. Please pity me first."
"Okay, okay." Song Yanze was helpless. He wasn't very close to the little one, so he just asked a few questions about his health and then told people to give him more food.
"Don't be so sensitive. He's only nineteen. He doesn't understand anything."
Jiang Tingyuan laughed angrily, grabbed his belt and pulled it along the tie of his clothes. Song Yanze's face turned red, knowing what he was going to do.
"It's not... it's not evening yet..."
"It's been so many days. Don't you miss me?" Jiang Tingyuan lowered his eyes and pressed his cheek against his. His rough fingers rubbed against his warm skin, warming his hands, and he sighed.
"You think he's a good guy... huh? Nineteen years old... When he was not even nineteen years old, he already did dirty things with your unwanted underwear."
"Do you want to know how obscene it is? Hmm? The kind-hearted Mr. Song."
The big one was indeed resourceful. Elder Song was only concerned with avoiding his hot breath, and when he came to his senses, the soft cloth had already fallen to the ground.
Song Yanze grabbed Jiang Tingyuan's shoulders and saw his jealous eyes, with unbearable desire burning in them. He was wild and hard to tame, and even if he pretended to be a dog, there would still be flaws.
"He hid behind the screen, watching you, watching you sleeping with your hands hanging down."
The hot sweat from his body stuck to Song Yanze's skin, and Song Yanze trembled because of him.
"Song Yanze, he's just waiting for the day... just like this... to defile and soil you."
Song Yanze's hands were grabbed, his clothes were in a mess, and he looked at Jiang Tingyuan embarrassedly with his fingers curled up.
"Hold on tight. Don't you think he's innocent? In this case, do you still think he's good?"
Song Yanze blushed and kissed the corner of his lips: "Even so, I still like you."
Jiang Tingyuan was stunned for a moment, laughed softly, hugged him and kissed his ear, the clothes fell off, and there was a table on the small couch used for reading and talking, which originally had some tea cups, books, and snacks on it.
Song Yanze loved to stay there when he had nothing to do, but now he was standing in front of the couch, lying on the table. The things on it were swept aside in a mess. The table was shaking creaking, and the thin legs were trembling.
The surface of the black date wood was dripping with water, sweat, tears, saliva, or all of them.
A pair of slender, white, onion-root-like hands were clasped together and clawed at the tabletop, while a thick wheat-colored hand violently pinched them and pressed them tightly.
"Jiang Tingyuan...you...slow down"
"Yan Ze...are you there?"
Jiang Tingyuan's head was covered in sweat, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he patted his belly soothingly.
"Relax." He moved closer to Song Yanze and lowered his voice and said, "This scabby dog is looking for you again."
"Don't... say that about him..."
Jiang Tingyuan lowered his eyes, angry. Song Yanze bit his finger fiercely.
"brute……"
"You don't let me scold him, but you scold me?"
"Yan Ze? Are you there?"
There was another knock on the door.
"He's calling you...why not open the door and let him in? Anyway, he is me, as you said."
"No! Jiang Tingyuan! Don't do anything stupid!"
Song Yanze lowered his voice, and was so angry that a few tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Jiang Tingyuan wiped them away with pity, his tone regretful.
"Well, Mr. Song is thin-skinned."
As a result of this commotion, Song Yanze was supported by Jiang Tingyuan to eat, but he couldn't sit down, so he leaned on Jiang Tingyuan with shaking legs.
Little Jiang Tingyuan was standing on the veranda watching them, and naturally saw something. Seeing Song Yanze leaning in his arms, he was so angry that he twisted his ears and punched him, but he still allowed him to pinch his waist and kiss him with his head down.
He was jealous, but secretly expectant and excited.
Song Yanze turned around and saw him, his face turned red, and he wanted to call him in a gentle voice.
Little Jiang Tingyuan slowly disappeared in front of him.
Just wait until you come.
Song Yanze felt a little disappointed. Jiang Tingyuan was so happy, but when he saw his disappointed look, he couldn't bear it anymore.
"You like him more? You want him to stay with you?"
Song Yanze kicked him and then supported his waist.
"I think he's going to suffer. He didn't even stay here for a few days. At least his injury will heal."
Jiang Tingyuan smiled. "He wishes he could endure more hardships now and rush towards a future with you."
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