There is space for the married man

Chapter 100

After taking a bath, the water was all over the floor again. When the servants came in to clean up, they blushed in embarrassment. In the clear sky and broad daylight, the relationship between the uncle and his wife is really good.

Now Wen Lang is gradually getting used to this kind of life with people waiting on him. It's okay to think about it. At least he and You Jingshu only need to clean up the "battlefield" after the personnel affairs. When the emperor and concubine are indescribable, there are people around. I heard The concubine's voice can't be too loud.

He saw all these on the Internet, and he didn't know if it was true. He turned his head and wanted to ask You Jingshu, but suddenly remembered that something was wrong. After all, the two of them had met the emperor, and You Jingshu was once the emperor. The hand-picked number one scholar.

It doesn't feel like talking about historical events, but it doesn't seem appropriate to talk about the intercourse affairs of acquaintances.

"I'm so hungry." Wen Lang got up from the bed and was about to find clothes to wear when You Jingshu gave him a light blue shirt.

"New?" Wen Lang remembered that he didn't have this dress in his closet.

"En." You Jingshu picked up the new clothes and helped him put them on, and tied a jade pendant around his waist for him.

"Sit here." You Jingshu led him to the mirror and sat down.

Wen Lang felt the novelty, and turned to look at You Jingshu, "Would you like to comb my hair for me?"

"Well, maybe it's not very good." Although You Jingshu tried with his two younger brothers' hair, he was still not confident that he could comb it well.

"It's okay, I like whatever I wear." Wen Lang saw himself in the mirror, with a smile stretching from the corners of his brows and eyes to the corners of his lips.

Facts have proved that You Jingshu's failure is the same as that of Xueba's failure in the exam, you can't believe it.

Wen Lang's hair was half-combed by You Jingshu, and a few thin braids were braided from the top of the head down. After being combined with other hair, it was tied into a bun and fixed with a white jade hairpin.

"I'm afraid your braids are better than your mother's." Wen Lang shook his head from side to side, looking at himself in the mirror.

I really like this hairstyle the more I look at it, it is simple with a little thought.

"Why do you think of buying me new clothes, combing my hair, and giving me a hairpin?" Wen Lang turned around and grabbed You Jingshu's hand and asked.

You Jingshu rubbed his earlobe and said, "What day is today, have you forgotten?"

"What date?" Wen Lang was at a loss, today is November [-]th, but it's not a holiday, and You Jingshu's birthday is also past, and You Jingyue's birthday is next month.

After counting all the family members' birthdays, Wen Lang shook his head, "I really can't guess."

You Jingshu smiled helplessly, "Today is your birthday."

Wen Lang slowly widened his eyes, yes, today is his birthday.

The main reason is that I never had a birthday before, so naturally I didn't take this day to heart.

"So it's my birthday." Wen Lang muttered to himself, put his arms around You Jingshu's waist, looked up at him, and said, "Thank you, I like everything you gave me."

You Jingshu rubbed his thumb on his cheek, feeling very distressed.

He can't even remember his own birthday. In the past 17 years, Wen Lang didn't have a birthday at all. Last year, because he was too busy, he just passed by like that.

"Birthday auspicious, my Wen Lang is 19 years old."

He lowered his head and lightly touched Wen Lang's lips.

They were separated at the touch of a touch, and a little distance apart, Wen Lang put into a pair of eyes as gentle as water, and in an instant, it was like a spring flower blooming in his heart.

Wen Lang took the initiative to raise his head, put his arms around You Jingshu's neck, pulled him down, and went up to him.

You Jingshu always has such a magical power that makes him fall in love with him time and time again, and even more like him.

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"Wait a while, I'll come as soon as I go." You Jingshu pulled Wen Lang to sit in the yard.

Wen Lang didn't know why, so he sat here obediently and waited for him, guessing that You Jingshu probably wanted to surprise him.

He couldn't help but raise his lips, looking expectantly at the direction You Jingshu left.

At this time, he suddenly understood why his former female colleague was fidgeting on Friday afternoon, always staring at the clock, asking her if she was busy, and she said that her boyfriend would come back to pick her up after get off work.

At that time, Wen Lang didn't understand why there was such a rush, and it wasn't that he had been in a long-distance relationship for several years.

As far as he knew, that female colleague and her boyfriend were already living together, and it was fine if they didn't get tired of the people they saw every day, but they still couldn't wait to see each other.

Thinking about it now, Wen Lang couldn't help but want to laugh at his former single self.

Even if we meet every day, a little surprise is enough to make the other party happy and looking forward to it.

It was already late autumn, and the surrounding ginkgo leaves fell all over the ground and piled up on the ground. The warm sunlight spread on the fallen leaves, dyeing them a dazzling golden color.

"Chun Yu, why didn't you sweep the yard today?" Wen Lang called the maid and asked.

"Back to Uncle, Bo Jun ordered it." Chun Yu stepped forward and replied.

Because it was unprecedented for a brother to be knighted. After Wen Lang and the others moved into the mansion, the servants didn't know how to address You Jingshu. Uncle's husband, Uncle Uncle, didn't sound very nice, so they simply called him Uncle.

Wen Lang looked at the ginkgo leaves in the yard, and remembered that he and You Jingshu had walked along the ginkgo leaf path in Qingxi Villa, and the corners of his lips could not help but smile.

Chun Yu and Xia Rui who was beside him looked at each other, it seemed that Bo Jun liked his idea very much.

Wen Lang felt that he was going to starve to death. Before You Jingshu came back, he was about to find someone when he smelled a scent.

The servants brought up the food, but the food didn't look very good, and it was a little burnt.

In the blink of an eye, his eyes widened, "Bo Jun is cooking?"

"Back to Uncle, yes." The servant put down the dishes and replied respectfully.

Wen Lang had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, he was naturally happy that You Jingshu cooked for him in person, but You Jingshu's hands were used for writing poetry and painting, and the kitchen knife was so sharp, what if he got hurt.

At this time, he completely forgot that You Jingshu had practiced martial arts.

"No, I'm going to take a look." Wen Lang stood up abruptly and was about to go to the kitchen.

Qiuyue hurriedly stopped him, "Uncle, Uncle, I have already told you that I cannot let you pass."

Wen Lang stared at Qiuyue displeased, Qiuyue was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat, and knelt down abruptly.

When she knelt down, all around her knelt down.

"What is this for? Come and eat." You Jingshu came over with a plate in his hand.

"Aren't you injured?" Wen Lang took the plate from him and saw red spots on the back of his fair hand, which must have been splashed with oil, and felt very distressed for a while.

"Get up, do what you have to do, you don't need to wait here." You Jingshu instructed.

"Yes." The servants who were kneeling on the ground immediately got up and retreated.

"They listened to you, and those who didn't know thought you were the uncle." Wen Lang curled his lips and said.

You Jingshu pinched his fleshy cheeks, "Because they know you listen to me."

"I don't listen, you don't listen to me." Wen Lang frowned and stared at him unhappily.

"Birthday is only once a year. Be happy and try my cooking skills." You Jingshu helped him pick up dishes and put them in his bowl.

Wen Lang was already hungry, but now that he knew that You Jingshu cooked the food himself, he was even more hungry.

"Give me a hand." Wen Lang pursed his lips and said.

You Jingshu stretched out his hand in front of him, and Wen Lang covered the back of You Jingshu's hand with his own.

Suddenly felt cool and moist on the back of the hand, and the tingling sensation of those burns disappeared instantly.

When Wen Lang took his hand away again, You Jingshu's hand had recovered as before, even the skin was better.

"The secret?" You Jingshu asked with a smile.

"Calling it a secret is a bit of an insult to the word secret." Wen Langxin said that there is no use for such a secret.

The smile on the corner of You Jingshu's lips broke away in an instant, he leaned over and pecked at the corner of Wen Lang's lips, "I'll wait for you to tell me in person."

Wen Lang paused, then nodded, "Okay."

To be honest, You Jingshu's culinary skills are really mediocre. It is estimated that God thinks that he has too many skills to be enlightened. If he can even learn how to cook, it will really stop ordinary people from living.

"How is it?" You Jingshu asked, he seemed calm, but his slightly drawn lips revealed his nervousness.

Wen Lang saw through it at a glance, and felt quite happy, You Jingshu is so cute, usually when Mount Tai collapses in front of him and doesn't look the same, he would be nervous about such a trivial matter.

"Well, it's delicious." Wen Lang gave a thumbs up, and then proved with his actions that he liked the food made by You Jingshu very much.

Seeing that the dishes were swept away and the table was so clean that it didn't need to be washed, the smile that You Jingshu couldn't hide finally spread to the end of his eyes.

"I'll do it for you next time." You Jingshu rubbed Wen Lang's ear and said.

Wen Lang really didn't want to eat it a second time. You Jingshu's cooking was either too salty or tasteless, and it could be fried. The stewed soup was also greasy. I don't know how much oil was put into it.

"Okay, but just once in a while, it's fine if you hurt your hand." Wen Lang raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

You Jingshu knew that Wen Lang was worried about him, and didn't doubt Wen Lang's real purpose, so he happily agreed.

Wen Lang took advantage of the sight of the scene and didn't pay attention, so he quickly drank some Lingquan, so he didn't have to worry about diarrhea.

The dinner was very sumptuous, everyone in the family prepared birthday presents for Wen Lang, You Jingyue came late, and Liu Fengpu followed behind.

"Where did you go? You can't find anyone anywhere." Song Lingwan blamed.

You Jingshu brought a red fox in front of Wen Lang. The fur color of this red fox was very pure, with almost no variegation, "Brother Lang, happy birthday, I hunted a fox for you, it's just right for you to use as a scarf."

His eyes were shining, his face was still gray, and his hair was a bit messy. He could see that it was not easy to hunt this red fox.

Wen Lang's heart felt warm, the child has grown up.

"Thank you Jingyue. I'll ask someone to do it tomorrow. Go and wash up and come over to eat. You're like a little cat."

"Well, Liu Feng told you not to leave, stay and have a meal together, I haven't thanked you well yet, parents help me keep him." You Jingyue shouted at his parents as he walked inside.

Liu Fengzhi must be embarrassed to stay, only You Mingyuan and his wife can keep him.

"This child is not old or young." Song Lingwan smiled and shook her head, she was almost nineteen and she was not ashamed.

Liu Fengjia's expression was awkward and stiff.

"Thank you, General Xiaoliu, for sending Jing Yue back. This kid is bothering you, so stay for a light meal." You Mingyuan said kindly.

You Mingyuan even opened his mouth, and it was even harder for Liu Fengzhi to refuse, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

"That's annoying."

Wen Lang bumped You Jingshu's arm and gave him a look: What do you think?