My historian is dying every day

Chapter 84 [They are all so tall]

Fang Zhitong stared blankly at Tan Yiqiu, and recalled the past with a complicated expression for a while, and finally relaxed his thin eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Ah! It's you! That - the little supervisor?"

"...Little...?" Suddenly, Tan Yiqiu's hand holding Fang Zhitong froze.

What are small, prison, and students? ...Two years ago, Tan Yiqiu went to the Imperial College to study because of his father's favor, and returned to Yingzhou in the middle of the year. When he ran into Fang Zhitong who came to Yingzhou to inspect the terrain on the Hanlin Mountain Road, he was already 19 years old. False, but he has been active and healthy since he was a child, and he really estimated his stature reasonably, so why did he get the word "small"?

He was filled with righteous indignation and wanted to speak out to justify himself, but Fang Zhitong had already enthusiastically held his arm, looked at him with clear eyes and said, "Are you so tall?"

boom.Tan Yiqiu's blood ran through his head, his chest felt tight, and his face turned blue immediately, and he couldn't speak a word.

"Zhitong, do you know each other?" Wen Yanzhi laughed, "It's just a coincidence, Mr. Tan still has the grace to save my life."

At this moment, Tan Qingnian also turned around, looked at his son with a shrunken face, and asked with searching eyes: "Yiqiu, this is...?"

This question fell into Tan Yiqiu's ears, and he gave him a serious meal.Because he suddenly discovered that after two years of farewell, besides hearing Wen Yanzhi just call out "Zhitong", besides knowing that Fang Zhitong is very good at water control, apart from remembering Fang Zhitong's bearing and posture, he knows exactly where the other surnames live and what they do for a living. I don't know.

The tall and slender young man tugged on his already smooth loose-colored robe, scratched the back of his head under the probing gaze of his father, his eyes were stained with embarrassment, and looked at Wen Yanzhi as if asking for help.

Wen Yanzhi looked at him blankly: "...?"

——Don’t you guys look familiar?It was just now that they were almost on the verge of recognizing their relatives.

On the contrary, Fang Zhitong had cultivated a mellow temperament in Beijing in the early years, and he had heard of Tan Qingnian in the Ministry of Industry. At this moment, he clasped his fists again and again: "Cao Min Fang Zhitong met Governor Tan. Cao Min had a small job in the Ministry of Industry in his early years, and the name of Governor Tan It's like thunder, but I have no chance to visit, and now I can see it, it is really the luck of the grassroots."

"...Fang," Tan Qingnian turned his muddy eyes, pondered for a while in the ups and downs of his official career, and remembered, "You were... the servant of Qin Shangshu in the past?" He had just been touched by Wen Yanzhi, and at this moment Listening to Fang Zhitong's words, he was very knowledgeable and respectful, and he couldn't help but feel that "I finally met such a sensible young man", and by the way, he glanced at his son who was not up to date, sighed and raised his hand to help Fang Zhitong, He said kindly: "Excuse me, Tan has heard about you. In the past, Qin Shangshu never stopped praising you. Now that Qin Shangshu has been wronged, a talent like you, with bright eyes like a torch, will definitely reappear. Enable."

"Governor Tan, I'm telling you the truth." Wen Yanzhi also punched Tan Qingnian, "Fang Zhitong made a special trip to Yingzhou to work with me to supervise the drainage improvement of Yingzhou because of his current experience."

"..." Tan Qingnian's face suddenly changed from amiable to dry: "One?"

Today, I still think this gentleness is not enough, so I sent another one!

Wen Yanzhi remembered that he had to go downstream to control the river course, so he simply pulled up Zhitong and said: "Since you are here, Zhitong, why not go to measure the water with me and Governor Tan first, with you here, the arithmetic and learning will be more effective."

Before Tan Qingnian could say "Mr. Fang is tired, it's better to take a rest", Fang Zhitong responded very eagerly: "That's very good." He also bowed to Tan Qingnian: "Governor Tan is well-educated and experienced, I hope he can spare no expense." The grassroots are grateful for your enlightenment."

This appearance of love and courtesy made Tan Qingnian so flattered that he couldn't even say a word of rejection, which suddenly made him feel another emotion at this moment.

——Is such a well-rounded young man being too sensible?

Most of the surveying work was done in the afternoon, and the calculations were simple, but everyone tossed and tossed along the river dozens of times, and they were exhausted.

Wen Yanzhi walked so that his waist was sore and his legs ached. He sat in the carriage and stared blankly at the wall of the carriage. His eyelids were a little twitching. It was all due to the habit of maintaining a correct posture since childhood.But he looked at Fang Zhitong in a blink of an eye. It is said that he had been traveling for several days and hadn't had a rest, so he should be more tired than himself, but at this time his posture was taller than his own, sitting opposite him with his back straight, not leaning against the wall of the car at all. , still holding a roll of drawings in his hand, he was engrossed in reading it, and he didn't have the feeling of being energetic at all, as if he had always been so energetic, exactly the same as when he was sorting out the papers in the lobby of the Ministry of Industry.

Seeing this scene, Wen Yanzhi couldn't help but relax his brows, thinking about all the past, only felt that Fang Zhitong at this moment had finally truly turned back to the person he knew in the past.

Sitting beside him, Tan Yiqiu looked at Fang Zhitong, straightened his back involuntarily, and gently poked him with his elbow: "Wen Yuanwai."

Wen Yanzhi turned to look at him questioningly, too tired to speak.

Tan Yiqiu glanced at Fang Zhitong, and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Lao Wen told Yiqiu, how old is Mr. Fang?"

Wen Yanzhi froze for a moment, thought about it and raised his hand, his knuckles stretched out to make a sign of two, and then curled up to make a sign of six.

--26 years old……!Tan Yiqiu suddenly suppressed his voice and lowered his head to look at his toes.

——No wonder he said that he was a junior supervisor... It turned out that he was five years older than himself.

Wen Yanzhi saw the dejected expression on this face, felt that Tan Yiqiu's young life was a bit of fun, and thought about Tan Yiqiu's daily behavior, and unexpectedly curled the corners of his lips with some understanding.But he sighed again from the bottom of his heart, just because he wanted to see that before the accident happened in the Qin family, there was actually a Xipo who had agreed to a marriage with Fang Zhitong, and it was because Fang Zhitong was suddenly dismissed at the interrogation and fell through.

In this way, Tan Yiqiu wondered if he could get his wish.

Wen Yanzhi thought carefully, if Zhitong can figure it out in the future, this Tan Yiqiu looks like a really kind and sincere person, maybe he can call Qi Yu, Li Gengnian, Gong Zhiyuan, etc., together with Shen Youfang and the dark guard Help out.

Thinking of this, he secretly laughed that he was thinking too far, and wondered why Fang Zhitong had to find a way with his own?It's not a broken sleeve, and it has the advantage of not being a broken sleeve.While sighing like this, he turned his eyes to look at the getting darker sky outside the curtain of the car. At this moment, he just wanted to go back to the hotel quickly and see what Qi Yu was doing.

At this moment, Qi Yu was sitting quietly in the study room of the hotel, watching Li Gengnian put eight plates of shortbread in front of him like a corpse, and there was a mysterious silence in the room.

After all, Qi Yu never remembered what he wanted.

One by one, the plates were pressed against the red batch booklet he was writing, and the slight debris in the plates was scattered in the wet pen and ink.

I finally approved the Enke Excerpt from the Ministry of Rites...

Qi Yu raised his hand and took out two books with dark eyes, and hoped that Li Gengnian would react and stop.However, the silly boy didn't look at him at all, the last dish was almost placed on the unburned candle lamp, but Qi Yu took it without saying a word, and put it on the empty space on the table.

A fragrant tea smell came from the dish.

——It seems to be a special tea cake presented by the magistrate of Chiba County after chasing the wheel a few days ago...

Qi Yu looked at Li Gengnian in dismay after he put down the plate, and then stared blankly at himself, remembering that before entering the study in the morning, he clearly asked Li Gengnian to fetch the Zhennan wood box, but looking at the situation now, this kid took it absent-mindedly. He asked him to make this thing in the wooden box, and he took it to the kitchen neatly and packed eight emerald dishes.

Qi Yu smiled dangerously, looked down at the eight trays of tea cakes on the table, and raised his eyebrows at Li Gengnian: "You did this all morning and afternoon?"

Is the salary I gave to the Imperial City Secretary too easy to take?

Li Gengnian had bags under his eyes, his eyes were on the void behind Qi Yu's ears, and his voice sounded like a ghost climbing up from a well: "Your... Your Majesty..."

Qi Yu stepped back: "...what's the matter?"

Li Gengnian raised his eyelids, and parted his lips: "When are we going back to Beijing?"

"Back to Beijing?" Qi Yu rested his elbows on the armrest, and frowned: "Of course we have to wait for Wen Yanzhi to lay the foundation for water control, let alone wait until the next year. We're leaving at the end of the month. Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Li Gengnian nodded in bewilderment, but his answer was wrong: "Because, I seem to have broken my sleeve."

Qi Yu looked troubled: "...what?"

What's the reason?What does it matter if you cut off your sleeve and I return to Beijing?

"Hey, it's nothing, I'm leaving." Li Gengnian rubbed Wu Qing's eyes, saluted, and with his movements flowing like clouds and flowing water, he instantly left Qi Yu alone with the eight discs of tea cakes on the table.

"..." Qi Yu suddenly didn't understand the current dark guard very well.

Obviously I haven't done my assignment yet, yet I left...?

It was at this time that Wen Yanzhi walked into the study room, walked to Qi Yu's side, looked at the row of emerald dishes on the table, couldn't help but move his nose slightly, and blinked his eyes: "It smells so good."

After measuring the water all afternoon, I was tired and hungry.

Qi Yu pulled him to sit beside him, sighed, and put a plate of tea cakes in his hands. At this moment, he heard that there seemed to be some commotion outside, so he couldn't help but ask what was going on.

Wen Yanzhi took a bite of the pastry and swallowed it, and said slowly: "Zhitong is here. I met Governor Tan when we were measuring the water, so we will come back together. Governor Tan is waiting for Shengjia in the front hall, and Yiqiu is also there."

Qi Yu felt that he couldn't understand many things today: "What are the two fathers and sons doing here?" Hedao Mansion is also a second-rank government office, so it is impossible to come to the emperor for a meal.

"I broke up with Governor Tan, so I asked him to come back and have dinner together." Wen Yanzhi finished eating a piece of pastry, and because he was about to have dinner, he couldn't use it anymore, so he wanted to put down the plate obligingly. When Qi Yu talked about Tan Yiqiu and Fang Zhitong, before he noticed it, the plate was placed on the booklet of the Ministry of Rites that Qi Yucai had rescued, and some puff pastry scum fell out again.

Qi Yu gasped: "..."

My fold...

——When the Ministry of Rites checked the imperial approval, they would probably feel that I must have fainted from hunger.

"I think Yiqiu likes Zhitong." Wen Yanzhi picked up the silk and wiped the corner of his mouth, but he didn't notice a crumb hanging on his cheek.

Qi Yu doesn't care about who likes whom at all, his eyes are only looking at the scum on Wen Yanzhi's face.

"But Zhitong was engaged in marriage before, and never stopped." Wen Yanzhi didn't notice it, and still talked to Qi Yu with a serious face. Seeing Qi Yu's serious expression, he thought he was listening, but the next moment he was caught Qi Yu hooked his belt and fell into Qi Yu's arms.

"Why is it a broken sleeve again..." Qi Yu lowered his head and bit Wen Yanzhi's face, the leaked crumbs melted on the tip of his tongue, whether it was sweet or not, a fleeting scent of tea lingered on his teeth For a while, let the warmth slip into his eyes.He pressed Wen Yanzhi's nose and asked: "Wen Yanzhi, I will take care of the broken sleeve, and you will take care of the broken sleeve. The matter of Shen Youfang and Li Gengnian is not over yet, and now Tan Yiqiu and Fang Zhitong are here again. You said that the world is broken." Sleeves, how come there are more of them all of a sudden, it wasn't such a trend in the past."

"Is this still fashionable?" This made Wen Yanzhi laugh, and he pressed his lips against the corner of Qi Yu's mouth, and asked him funny: "Then we don't care?"

"Whether you feel at ease?... The two of us will probably worry about our lives for the rest of our lives." Qi Yu hugged him in his arms and let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes sank into the folded papers on the case: "By the way, when the new year is closed, people from all over the world I sent a lot of tributes, and there is a Chengni inkstone made in Fang Song Dynasty in the booklet of the Ministry of Rituals, you may like it. I asked Zhou Fu to keep it for you, so that he would not give that ordinary reward to the court officials."

After hearing this, Wen Yanzhi thought about the Longevity Festival in his heart, and suddenly asked Qi Yu, "What do you like?"

Qi Yuluo looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "You."

Wen Yanzhi asked solemnly, "What do you like to eat?"

Qi Yu still stared at him, with a sly smile in his eyes: "Eat meat."

Wen Yanzhi's fingers on his arm clenched tightly.

Qi Yu hissed in pain and withdrew his hand: "Don't you write down what I eat on a daily basis?" I obviously don't have any privacy!

Too.Wen Yanzhi nodded, "Do you lack anything?"

Qi Yu clutched his arms, and said with unwavering zeal: "I'm missing you."

Wen Yanzhi silently rolled down the foot that was stacked on his instep.

Qi Yu hissed in pain again and raised his foot: "I really miss you!"

——This idiot can't speak well!When did you develop the habit of hitting people!

Wen Yanzhi sighed, "Thinking about it, I never gave you anything. If you are good at archery, how about I give you a good bow?"

Qi Yu has been submerged in the sea for the past few days, and the government office is investigating Zheng Zhizhou's murder case, Shen Youfang is running Wu's accounts, Gong Zhiyuan is looking at Chang Pingcang's corruption, and reports to him every day are endless. , he couldn’t remember what date of birth he was, and at this moment, Wen Yanzhi thought it was Wen Yanzhi looking for something to please him, so he waved his hand and said, “I didn’t learn the way of arrows voluntarily, but I’m good at it... don’t worry about it.” " He shot Wen Yanzhi a smile, and said in a low voice: "If you want to please me, go back to the house to wash up at night, lie on the bed and wait for me—"

Before the word "yes" could be said, it was snuffed out by Wen Yanzhi's hand twisted around his waist.

Qi Yu suddenly hissed and gasped again, thinking that he was alive when he was beaten and squeezed two days ago, what happened to this idiot today...

"It's up to you to hate me, I don't even know how to shoot arrows." Wen Yanzhi let go of his hand blankly, recalling that when he was a child, his body was weak, and his uncle replaced the wooden bow with a bamboo bow, and only counted the six arts of a gentleman. The archery I learned couldn't even hit the target, so I haven't made any progress for so many years.

Qi Yu heard the person next to him sigh leisurely.

"You want to learn archery?" He bumped Wen Yanzhi with his arm, bit his ear and said, "Kiss me, I'll teach you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wen Yanzhi stretching his long fingers towards his waist again. He hurriedly tried to block it, but Wen Yanzhi's fingers stopped steadily halfway, as if the owner of the fingers was thinking about something.

A moment later, that finger actually grabbed the jade pendant around his waist, and pulled him closer with strength.

Breathing softly into each other, a lingering kiss landed between his lips and teeth, and after tossing around for a while to shirk away, a pure smile appeared on Wen Yanzhi's brows.

"Alright, Qi Yu, that's a deal."

The author has something to say: Gui: Son, your requirements are too low, you can just kiss everything!Can not be done!Ask for more!Fell down!Play hooligans!Can I open a bug for you!

Huang Sang: (raises his feet, covers his hands and wraps his arms around his waist)...To be honest, did you teach him to beat people?

Gui: (winking blinks) How is it possible!Mother loves you so much, how could she teach Rouge to hit you, hehehehehehe.

Huang Sang: (smiling like a spring breeze) You, yes, finish.

(Three thousand days later, three thousand imperial guards stood behind the author, whipping the author with a small leather whip to write indescribable...)

Gui: Why raise a son!do what! ! ——┗｀O′┛嗤~~