Chapter 110 Plum Blossoms 20 Stupid Dog
"Is he really Tingyan?" Shi Yucheng looked incredulous as he turned to look at Song Yanze, who was sitting at the desk in his coat and reading official documents.
"He used to be... used to be this tall? Did he look like this?"
Shi Yucheng found it really hard to associate this rough-looking, even a little coarse man with the young man who always followed Song Yanze in silence.
He used to have a good appearance, with deep eyes and eyebrows. Later, he was nursed back to health by the Song family. He was a dashing young man who made young girls blush. Although he was not elegant, he was not rough either.
But now he looks like a bandit, especially with his aura and expression tonight, which makes people feel nervous if they talk to him for a few more words.
Song Yanze smiled, picking up the brush and twisting the hairs on the tip of the brush. Under the candlelight, his eyebrows and eyes looked distant, but the curve at the corner of his mouth revealed a wicked look.
"I haven't seen you for seven years. It's normal that you've changed so much that I can't recognize you."
"Brother, please continue to talk about the river conditions you surveyed."
Shi Yucheng loves to talk a lot. If you give him a topic to talk about, he can talk for a long time without anyone else. Song Yanze was reviewing official documents and listening to Shi Yucheng.
Of course, there is no need to listen to this, but if someone disobeys, he should be driven crazy.
Outside the door, Xuan Qing looked at Commander Jiang's face, coughed lightly, and whispered, "Sir, it's time to go back."
Jiang Tingyuan took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and put the thing he had broken off back in his hand. As soon as he let go, it fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
"It's midnight, and we haven't finished talking yet."
Xuan Qing was pragmatic and thought for a while before answering in a low voice: "Master Xiao Song also helped us meet again after a long separation, so it is reasonable for us to chat for a while."
Jiang Tingyuan turned and looked at Xuanqing.
"After all, we are close friends who have known each other since childhood."
Jiang Tingyuan laughed and told him to get out.
Song Yanze had finished dealing with all the paperwork, but Shi Yucheng was still talking and he felt a little regretful.
Finally, when Yucheng stopped to drink water because he was thirsty, Song Yanze immediately took the opportunity to do so.
"Brother, it's getting late. Let's talk about it another day."
Shi Yucheng then slapped his head, stood up and went back to his room. Song Yanze walked him all the way to the door.
There was only a small piece of wooden sculpture of a railing lying on the floor in the corridor, and a dim lantern shining a little light, but there was no sign of Jiang Tingyuan.
Song Yanze frowned. It would have been fine if he saw him as soon as he opened the door, but now he felt uneasy.
Song Yanze had slept for two hours the day before, so he didn't have the energy to care about anything else. After returning to his room and washing himself briefly, he put his outer robe aside and went to sleep.
Before falling asleep, I was still vaguely wondering why Jiang Tingyuan had become so obedient.
What he didn't know was that Jiang Tingyuan moved a stool and sat at the door of his room to listen to the noise. He would not feel at ease until Shi Yucheng came out of his room.
He wanted to find Song Yanze immediately, but then he remembered the dark circles under his eyes and how he had lost a lot of weight.
Jiang Tingyuan sighed and said, "Forget it. Don't bother him anymore. Let him have a good sleep."
But it was impossible not to go look for him. He guessed that Song Yanze should be asleep, so he tiptoed to his door.
It is not difficult for Commander Jiang to open a door, but his behavior is no different from that of a thief who steals perfume and jade.
Jiang Tingyuan sat at the foot of the bed and looked at Song Yanze in the dim candlelight. He saw that he was still frowning in grievance even though he had fallen asleep, curled up on his side facing out of the bed.
He sighed softly, and reached out to grab his hand. His fingers were long and slender, and the palms and fingertips were tender and red. They were a pair of hands for reading and holding a pen. Unlike his hands, they were hard inside and out, very rough, and had scars.
But every time he huddled in her arms, or whenever she panicked while trying hard, she would stroke his hand and whisper his name, his real name.
Jiang Tingyuan was still bending over while sitting on the footstool beside the bed. He leaned his head beside him, grabbed his hand and patted his back slowly.
It was like this, the many days of traveling back and forth, all the hardships and obstacles along the way were not worth mentioning, especially when I saw him slowly relaxing and coming closer, I subconsciously rubbed against him, my heart had softened into a puddle of water.
He wanted to kiss her, but he hadn't taken off his fake beard yet and was afraid of pricking her and waking her up.
Song Yanze muttered something in a low voice, but Jiang Tingyuan didn't hear it clearly. When he moved closer, he couldn't hear it anymore. Only his light breathing tickled his hair.
Are you reading Jiang Tingyuan? Or Tingyan?
Was this wholehearted reliance on Jiang Tingyuan or Tingyan? He himself felt that he was narrow-minded and that it was all his own fault and he shouldn't care.
But seven years... seven full years... every time I think about it, I feel that every day is hard to endure. The days in Yanzhou might be better, but there were battles day and night, fighting until my thinking became dull and numb.
After this experience, he was completely different from Tingyan.
Jiang Tingyuan listened to his breathing and fell asleep unknowingly, without even noticing when daybreak came.
When he woke up, there was no one on the bed, and Song Yanze's outer robe was still on him. Early in the morning, he grabbed the outer robe and sniffed it, feeling soft in his heart.
After a short while of feeling proud, I remembered my current identity...
A brother who he hadn't seen for a long time came to sleep next to him in the middle of the night, and he didn't say anything. He even carefully put a cushion under him and put on his outer robe?
Is this normal? Jiang Tingyuan was sweating profusely...
"Awake?" Song Yanze had already washed up and brought over breakfast. He looked calm and there was nothing unusual about his expression.
"I've brought your robes here. Change and wash up, then come and have dinner."
Something is wrong.
Song Yanze was writing and drawing on a piece of paper, intending to wait for him to have dinner together. When he turned around and saw that he hadn't moved yet, he smiled faintly.
His face was gentle and soft in the morning light, and his eyes were full of tenderness and affection, but of course it was not the affection for his brother.
It’s for my husband.
His little Song Lord couldn't be...
I prefer Tingyan in my heart.
As for recognizing his identity, that was impossible as his disguise was so successful.
Song Yanze walked over and put his hand on his underwear. He had acted like a hooligan in the past, but today he grabbed his collar like an innocent young man who was being teased.
Song Yanze smiled and said, "Don't you have to change your underwear too?"
He naturally followed him behind the screen, holding his clothes, and stood on the way out, blocking him behind the screen.
Jiang Tingyuan looked at him, Song Yanze didn't move at all, holding his clothes and looking at him with his eyes open.
It turns out that there really is retribution. He would never have thought that one day he would be blocked behind a screen by Lord Xiao Song and suspected of being molested?
Song Yanze urged him softly: "Hurry up and change your clothes, it's time to eat."
After saying that, he continued to stare at him. Jiang Tingyuan tentatively unbuttoned his inner garment, revealing his wheat-colored chest and abdominal muscles. Song Yanze stared at him calmly.
They have already touched and kissed each other, so it’s just a matter of taking a look. Song Yanze has no pressure at all.
Song Yanze looked at his doubtful look with interest.
Given how petty he was and how lustful he was, Jiang Tingyuan could only be reluctant to refuse, and he almost felt jealous to death.
That's right, as long as Jiang Tingyuan didn't confess, he would not stop torturing him. And he would change the way to torment him.
Jiang Tingyuan turned his back with his chest bare, veins in his arms throbbing, he held his breath but felt slightly agitated by his burning gaze.
It was the first time Song Yanze saw him like this. The more he watched, the happier he became, and he walked towards him with his underwear in his hand.
"Time to change pants."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Tingyuan turned around, and Song Yanze's fingers accidentally rubbed his lower back.
Jiang Tingyuan almost immediately felt numb, clenched his teeth, and his ears turned red. Song Yanze saw that his face was red from holding back, and just wanted to say a few more words, but when he lowered his eyes, he saw that the ugly thing slowly perked up in his sight.
Song Yanze suddenly threw all his clothes at him and turned away.
Jiang Tingyuan subconsciously wanted to catch him back, but when he remembered who he was now, he immediately felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on him, and he felt cold from head to toe.
Beast thing.
Song Yanze blushed as he poured himself some tea. He had touched her before, rubbed her, and even used his legs to clamp her, but that was all at night, on the bed. How could she suddenly jump out in broad daylight now...
This made him not want to pay attention to him the whole morning, and his ears were red.
Jiang Tingyuan stared at his red ears with deep hatred, and although he dodged, his eyes were filled with shyness.
Is this appropriate? Mr. Xiao Song.
Have you forgotten about Jiang Tingyuan?
Song Yanze spent the whole morning running around the dikes to check the situation, and arranged for people to take shifts to guard here and report immediately if anything abnormal was found.
He also visited the resettlement sites for the disaster victims and checked and counted the warehouses. There were many chores, but they were all necessary. Jiang Tingyuan made up a reason to accompany him and act as Xuanqing.
Song Yanze was busy until noon and had no time to rest. In the afternoon, he had to borrow grain from the official grain of the prefectures that were not affected by the disaster.
He didn't even have time to drink water in the morning, and he didn't plan to eat lunch, and he had to hurry to the provincial government. Jiang Tingyuan didn't stop him, nor did he persuade him not to do this.
He simply handed him the butter cake in his arms, which still had his body temperature, and didn't feel relieved until he saw him put it into his mouth.
Song Yanze lowered his eyes and smiled lightly. They sat on the edge of a meadow in the suburbs. Two horses were eating grass on one side. Jiang Tingyuan was chewing on dry food and paying attention to how much he ate.
Ordinary people would not be able to bear such a gaze from him. However, Song Yanze had long been accustomed to it. It was so easy to recognize, and this idiot still thought he was hiding well.
As soon as Song Yanze stretched out his hand and asked him for the water bag, Jiang Tingyuan subconsciously handed him the one he had just used, but he regretted it as soon as he handed it over.
Song Yanze had drunk so much of his saliva, he didn't dislike him, he just drank it. When he tilted his head, he saw his distorted expression again, he was secretly pleased and proud, but also awkward and concerned.
You are so stupid, Jiang Tingyuan. Where is your cleverness?
When he gets here, he's like a stupid dog.
Song Yanze moved closer to him, still holding the water bag in his arms, and looked down at the rough leather on it.
"You must have suffered a lot out there these years."
Jiang Tingyuan felt a pang in his heart. He turned to look at Song Yanze, smiled, and said solemnly, "It's not worth mentioning."
Song Yanze's eyes were sore. How could it be not worth mentioning? Those shallow scars were all pointing to fatal areas.
But this guy was not honest at all. He knew how to circle around him, but he didn't believe every word of love he said.
He reached out to touch the scar on his face, and the gentle pity in his eyes was addictive. Jiang Tingyuan grabbed his wrist and breathed softly, fearing that he would move away again the next moment, unwilling to give him a little tenderness.
Song Yanze lowered his eyes and caressed it gently, moving very close, so close that Jiang Tingyuan subconsciously raised his hand to support his back, hoping for a tender kiss.
He tightly restrained his desire, not to pull him down, but to wait for him to come. Song Yanze blinked lightly, raised his eyelashes, and there was only clarity in his black eyes that were like ink.
"Tingyan, are you married?"
Jiang Tingyuan was suddenly dazed and almost fell to the ground.
What is he doing... is he really trying to steal my girlfriend? Crazy.
Song Yanze curled the corners of his lips, stood up slowly, straightened his sleeves, and asked again.
"I am a wanderer who lives in the open air. How can I start a family?"
Jiang Tingyuan's face was almost turning pale, and it looked like he was about to be played to death.
Song Yanze hadn't gotten enough of this, so he asked him again: "Do you have a sweetheart?"
He enunciated the words softly, with a low ending tone, and Jiang Tingyuan could always taste a hint of unusual ambiguity.
"What if there is, what if there isn't?"
Jiang Tingyuan's face turned pale. How could such a poor guy with a beard and a disfigured face be outdone by him? !
Song Yanze liked to hear his gritted teeth questioning. He sat on the horse's back, leaned over and gently touched the horse's neck, and chuckled.
"Nothing."
Jiang Tingyuan couldn't bear to see him being so nice to a horse, so he got close to him to attract his attention.
"What about you? Why don't you have a family? Do you have someone by your side?"
He didn't even dare to ask his sweetheart, he just took a step back. He should be one of the people around him, right?
Song Yanze hesitated for a while and did not answer him immediately. Jiang Tingyuan's face turned pale and he reached out to grab him. However, Song Yanze snorted softly and walked to the front, leaving him empty-handed.
“Yes.”
He only answered with these two words.
The uneducated Jiang Tingyuan tasted the food absent-mindedly all the way, with the whole thought in his mind being "yes".
Yes...yes?
Admitted, but what does it mean to have?
After Song Yanze had trained the naughty dog, he devoted himself to his work. Once he started doing something, he always forgot everything else. He didn't know that the trained dog was chasing him and biting his tail all the way.
"Master Xiao Song, this... it's not that we don't want to lend it to you. We are in the same province, so you should at least understand our difficulties..."
It was inevitable that borrowing grain would not go smoothly, Song Yanze was mentally prepared, and since he was asking for help, he could not use Qiao to pressure others. Song Yanze suppressed his anger and dealt with them, even being humble.
Finally, we managed to get enough food for three or four days, but it was not enough. In the future, we needed to dredge the river and provide work-for-relief, which would require food.
Song Yanze rubbed his forehead. Jiang Tingyuan suppressed his thoughts and felt sorry for him, but he couldn't help.
What Song Yanze can do, ten Jiang Tingyuan can't do. This sentence was never meant to coax him.
It was still early, and Song Yanze rushed to the next state government office to borrow grain.
He knew very well that running around one by one was too slow, but when it came to sending urgent and official letters, the local authorities would always find a reason to delay and postpone it. In the end, after all the hassles, they were all waiting and watching, unwilling to suffer the loss first.
At least these two state government offices are close to each other and can be visited in one day.
The prefect here was familiar with Song Yanze. When he saw Song Yanze coming, he offered him good tea and talked to him for a long time about things related to Kyoto.
He was an honest man and knew the purpose of his visit. He sighed and said, "My dear brother, it's not that I don't want to help you."
"You are the imperial envoy and governor. You will return to Kyoto after you have resolved the issues here. The three government offices above still have the final say."
"The power dynamics within the government are complicated. It's common for one person to say something and another to deny it. If the provincial government doesn't send us grain by then, we'll have no choice but to swallow our anger."
This is the truth that only a sincere friend can say. Song Yanze knows it, but he has no choice.
Yu Ying did not intervene and just watched coldly. In fact, he secretly asked the governor's office and the provincial governor's office to stand idly by and throw all the stalls to him, waiting for him to fail to get food and then start a civil uprising and put all the blame on him.
He could only face the challenge head on.
"Brother also understands your difficulties. You came here with your life on the line. It is entirely out of public interest, not for your own future."
"Well, I will deliver five days' worth of food to you within three days."
It’s too little, but that’s all it is.
Song Yanze sighed and bowed to him.
When he walked out of the yamen, he was distracted and almost stepped on empty air. Jiang Tingyuan was paying attention to him all the time, grabbed him, and looked at his pale face, feeling heartbroken.
"Today I understand your difficulties." Jiang Tingyuan sighed.
The military officers were fighting with their heads on the line, while the civil officers were engaging in a silent fight.
Song Yanze paused for a while, looked up at the plaque in the yamen that read "The World Belongs to the Public", and slowly let out a long breath.
“Nothing is easy in this world.”
“But you have to do it.”
Jiang Tingyuan was excited and wanted to tell everyone how good his little Master Song was.
Song Yanze frowned and thought for a while, then raised his eyes and saw the handsome and unparalleled young Master Song again.
"Since no one is willing to give me food, I will find a way to make them beg me to give them food."
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