The married husband is a grandfather

Chapter 118

Chu Qiu didn't expect that Wen Yan would come back to him after a round trip, and Wen Yan was actually from Wen Tingchun's family. He thought that Wen Tingchun's family was glamorous, but Wen Yan was so thin that he could fall down in the wind. And the scar between his eyebrows, for a brother, his life was basically ruined like this.

Chu Qiu didn't know much about the Wen family's affairs, who were Wen Yan's parents, why did Wen Yan end up in such a bad situation, he didn't know everything about Wen Yan, but he was inexplicably against the Wen family.

Even Wen Tingchun didn't like him much anymore, he knew he was venting his anger, but he couldn't control himself.

Wen Yan's illness was under control, but this moment completely depleted his already weak body, and it took a long and short period of recuperation to recover slowly.

Wen Yan thought that he was doomed this time, but when he opened his eyes and saw a somewhat familiar environment, his brain suddenly couldn't turn around. This... seems to be Chu Qiu's room

"Wen Yan, are you awake?!" Chu Qiu met Wen Yan's eyes as soon as he came in with the boiled medicine.

"Chu... Qiu..." His voice was hoarse.

Chu Qiu put down the medicine bowl and walked to Wen Yan's bedside, "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

Wen Yan shook her head, "I'm... fine."

Chu Qiu raised the pillow for him, and brought him a medicine bowl as if to feed him medicine, but Wen Yan stretched out his hand to take it, "Thank you, I can drink it myself."

Seeing that Wen Yan could indeed hold the bowl by himself, Chu Qiu let go, and Wen Yan drank the bowl of black medicine without frowning.

Chu Qiu took the empty bowl, and stuffed a candy into Wen Yan's mouth without knowing where.

"Hmm!" Wen Yan was startled, and immediately felt a sweetness in the bitter taste buds.

"Thank you." He said vaguely.

"Why don't you leave your words of thanks, thank you less." Chu Qiu put the bowl on the table, and asked the servants to collect it later.

Only then did he take Wen Yan's hand and feel his pulse, "You can recuperate well at my home from now on."

Just as Wen Yan was about to say something, Chu Qiu glared at him with his big dark eyes, "Fang Lianchi has already been arrested, no one can arrest you again, you don't have to worry."

Wen Yan stared at Chu Qiu in a daze, then asked after a pause, "How is Young Master Wen?"

Chu Qiu frowned, why did Wen Yan call Wen Tingchun Young Master Wen?It seemed that Wen Yan wanted to be inferior to others, but he didn't ask directly.

"It's all right now, I'm going back to Wenfu."

Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

……

Xie Yuesheng sorted out what Fang Lianchi had done over the years and wrote it into a notebook, and attached the evidence to it, and took these things to Prince Yu's mansion.

"Isn't this Xie Shangshu? What wind brought you here?" Prince Yu was playing chess with himself, without raising his head.

"Xiaomin sees Prince Yu." Xie Yuesheng was about to salute Prince Yu as soon as he lifted his robe, and Prince Yu hurriedly gave him a hand.

"You don't need to be too polite, I watched you grow up, why should you be so special."

Xie Yuesheng looked straight at Prince Yu with cold eyebrows, "If that's the case, please come out, Your Highness."

"I have a gift for His Highness."

Prince Yu didn't speak, when a tall and thin figure came out, "I didn't expect my whereabouts to be exposed so quickly."

Xie Yuesheng saluted the other party, and the man helped him up, "Why is Yuesheng so estranged? I thought we were still friends."

"Yuesheng has always regarded His Highness as a confidant and friend in his heart, but he doesn't know what His Highness thinks. After all, Yuesheng is just a commoner now and can't help His Highness." Once Xie Yuesheng said this, it means that he is no longer Xie Yuesheng. Shangshu is only Wen Tingchun's husband, I hope the other party can recognize this fact.

"Where is Yue Sheng? The friendship we grew up with, how could it become estranged because of the change of status. What's more, didn't you just come to help me?"

Xie Yuesheng knew that this was the right thing to do, and he gave Mingji the evidence of Fang Lianchi's many evil deeds.

"Concubine Ligui has just given birth to a son, and now she can't threaten me." Ming Ji smiled, looking very refined, more like a scholar than a prince.

"The imperial concubine Ke Li is now being favored, and the emperor's dragon body is in good health. It may not wait until the day when the little prince grows up." Xie Yuesheng is not afraid that Ming Ji will not be able to afford this thought. After all, he is the one who is staring at that position, and would rather be wrong. Kill one hundred, don't let one go, Mingji has no reason to refuse such a good opportunity.

Mingji smiled, and took a sip of tea, "Yuesheng, you really don't plan to come back? I need your help very much."

Xie Yuesheng shook his head, "I understand what is most important to me."

"You have always been like this, you have your own clear direction." Mingji sighed.

Xie Yuesheng didn't answer him, Mingji took what Xie Yuesheng gave him, the two of them said a few more words, and Xie Yuesheng left.

Before leaving, Xie Yuesheng stopped in his tracks and said to Mingji: "Qingye is a good friend of Tingchun and I, please don't bully him too much, Your Highness."

Mingji was stunned for a moment, raised the corner of his mouth and didn't answer Xie Yuesheng.

It wasn't until Xie Yuesheng left that Mingji said to Prince Yu: "This Song Qingye is really not simple, he can even make Wen Shilang and Xie Shangshu his confidantes."

Prince Yu put a pawn on the chessboard, "He is indeed a rare and wonderful man."

……

Song Qingye rubbed his sore waist, he was so crazy yesterday, he actually did it in the carriage, if it were changed to modern terms, it would be that the car was shaking, the carriage was cramped, there was a groom driving outside, and there were still people on the road Pedestrians coming and going, in this situation, Chu Yu pressed him in the carriage and possessed him wantonly.

"Chu Yu." He got up and looked around, but he couldn't find Chu Yu, so he called out.

"Well, I went to make porridge for you, didn't you say you want to eat what I made myself." Chu Yu just walked in with a bowl of porridge.

Song Qingye didn't expect that Chu Yu would actually do it after he just said it casually. It feels so good to be held on top of his heart.

"Well, it smells so good." Song Qingye sat down while supporting his waist. Just after doing this, he suddenly froze for a moment, feeling a bit like he was pregnant.

Shaking his head, he threw out the messy thoughts in his head.

"Have you eaten?" Song Qingye asked.

"Well, I ate." Chu Yu sat beside him and did nothing else, just watched Song Qingye drink the porridge.

Song Qingye didn't feel that it was awkward to be stared at while eating. This person was Chu Yu, so he didn't think there was any problem at all. After all, the two of them had done the most intimate things.

"I'll give you a massage after finishing the porridge." Seeing Song Qingye twisting his waist from time to time, Chu Yu knew that his waist was uncomfortable.

"Ah."

Song Qingye's waist was indeed quite sore, mainly because the space in the carriage was too small, which made his waist sore.

"Any news from Master?" Since the last letter, Song Qingye and Chu Yu had never heard from Yan Shuokun, and they couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"No." Chu Yu shook his head, he was also a little bit worried, after all, although Yan Shuokun was strong in martial arts, he couldn't stand against other people's schemes, just like back then.

"Send someone to find out the news." Song Qingye felt that it's okay to just sit around and wait for death.

"Yeah." Chu Yu nodded in agreement.

After Song Qingye drank the porridge, Chu Yu carried him to the imperial concubine chair, let Song Qingye lie on his lap, and massaged him himself.

"Hmm... the left side, focus more, ah~" Song Qingye hummed comfortably, his face was just right on the sensitive part of Chu Yu's leg.

"If you keep shouting, your waist will not heal." Chu Yu had to warn.

Song Qingye drew a circle on Chu Yu's thigh with his index finger, "Brother Chu Yu is so fierce~"

"Don't make waves." Chu Yu covered Song Qingye's mouth. Song Qingye was like this. He always liked to tease him, but he always tossed him like a frosted eggplant afterwards.

Song Qingye licked the palm of Chu Yu's palm, and the tip of his wet and hot tongue slid across Chu Yu's palm, which made his evil fire run wild.

Chu Yu had to frown and slap Song Qingye's buttocks.

"Ah!" Song Qingye cried out in pain, looking at Chu Yu pitifully.

"If you're disobedient, it's not the hand that hits you for a while." Although Chu Yu spoke fiercely, his hands still obediently held Song Qingye's waist.

"Why don't you use your hands? Chief Chu speaks clearly." Song Qingye looked at him with a smile, but Chu Yu stopped talking and gave him a massage in a muffled voice.

Song Qingye also knew that if he pushed his head too far, he was the one who suffered, so he obediently lay on Chu Yu's lap and asked him to press him, while he snored a little.

After Chu Yu finished pressing, he saw that Song Qingye had fallen asleep, so he pulled the quilt beside him to cover him, and sat there without moving, letting Song Qingye sleep on his lap.

He gently stroked Song Qingye's cheek with his hand, pulled the messy hair from his ears behind his ears, and kissed Song Qingye's face.

"It's better to be well-behaved when you're asleep." At least you won't keep teasing him so much that he doesn't know what to do.

Doesn't Song Qingye know that as long as he hooks his hand, he will be obsessed with him?Not to mention that he always teased himself in every possible way, which really killed Chu Yu.

Song Qingye in his sleep looked handsome and quiet, like a fairy in a painting, untouched by the world, but when he opened his eyes and looked at Chu Yu, he fell into the world of mortals, with infinite affection in his eyes and tide of enthusiasm.

That was an emotion that only appeared to Chu Yu alone.

When Song Qingye woke up, he found that Chu Yu was still in the same posture just now. He touched Chu Yu's leg, "Is it numb?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Chu Yu pulled up the quilt that had slipped off him.

"Why don't you wake me up? How heavy am I? Are you feeling uncomfortable now?" Song Qingye scolded, got up from Chu Yu's lap and pressed Chu Yu's leg.

"It's really okay." Chu Yu really felt nothing, just a little numb, which was really nothing compared to allowing Song Qingye to sleep well.

"You're fine. I'm fine. I'll feel sorry for you." Song Qingye leaned in front of Chu Yu, kissed him on the lips, and said seriously.

Chu Yu froze for a moment, then nodded affectionately and softly, "Well, I will pay attention next time."