Chapter 122

"Now that you are here, come in." Fu Yan looked at the man's unnatural state and stopped teasing him.

Yin Sheng followed Fu Yan into the room and instinctively closed the door. When he realized his move, Yin Sheng was annoyed.

Looking back, they saw that Fu ye in their mouth was staring at himself with great interest. Yin Sheng looked away and walked towards him.

"I don't know what your surname is?" Fu Yan revealed tenderness in his heart. He poured tea for Yin Sheng.

Yin Sheng said, "Yin."

Yin? Fu Yan was stunned. Yin can be a national surname, he can not climb the Royal aristocracy. How did the system give him such a big gap with the male owner

"Ah The price of wandering is to be scalded by hot tea. Fu Yan immediately released the cup.

Yin Sheng took his hand over and said, "it doesn't hurt so much."

The man is a gentleman in his heart. Fu Yan's other hand, which was not scalded by the tea, was holding his cheek to look at him.

Yin Sheng was full of remorse. If he hadn't just gazed at master Fu's side face, he would have stopped the hot tea dripping on master Fu's hand in time.

After blowing, Yin Sheng was angry again. He released his hand and his ears were red. He explained, "I have no other meaning, that is..."

He didn't know what to say.

Fu Yan said with a smile: "just want to help me."

"Yes." Yin Sheng immediately arrived. When he raised his eyes and touched Fu Yan's eyes, he was embarrassed again.

Some small movements of the male master are really cute. Ah, the blood tank is empty.

Fu Yan coughed a few times, "I don't know what master Yin wants to talk about?"

Yin Sheng was stunned, "I..."

"Why don't I sing for young master yin?" Then Fu Yan got up.

For some reason, Yin Sheng directly grasped Fu Yan's wrist, as if he had done this action countless times, but it seemed that he only had a familiar feeling, without any impression.

He stopped and said, "my hands are scalded. I'd better not dance like this."

Fu Yan glanced at his hand, and Yin Sheng immediately took it back.

"Otherwise, I'll play chess with you?"

"I hurt my hands."

"Painting with your son?"

"I hurt my hand."

"Fu Yan's eyes turn back to sleep, and the man's eyes turn back to him

Yin Sheng seemed to be frightened by Fu Yan's actions and words. He couldn't say a word and felt like a God for a long time.

Until Fu Yan took back his hand, he said with a smile: "it's a joke, I'm so sorry to frighten you so much."

Fu Yan's expression was not sorry at all, but full of teasing. Such a man is full of simplicity.

Yin Sheng said, "just chat with me."

"Let me hear what you want to talk about." Fu Yan held his face in both hands and looked at him with great interest.

Fu Yan resented why he had to listen to the man. When Yin Sheng said something like what a teacher said, and wanted him to be a good teacher, Fu Yan's eyelids got into a fight.

"Moral education is mostly: loyalty, filial piety, honesty, integrity and so on."

His eyes were half open. Fu Yan rubbed his eyes and couldn't stop his drowsiness. Then, Fu Yan couldn't help but lie on the table.

When Yin Sheng said this, he said it with great eloquence. When he stopped to have a cup of tea and looked at Fu Yan, he found that he had fallen asleep on the table.

The man leans over the great body, he is obviously a little nervous. When he picked up Fu Yan, his hands were shaking.

Fu YANWO was in his arms, breathing hot to his neck. Yin Sheng felt a little hot, but he didn't know which part of his body was hotter.

Putting down Fu Yan, Yin Sheng awkwardly took off his shoes for him. He had never done this, but he seemed willing to do it for the man he met for the first time.

When he lowered himself to cover the quilt for Fu Yan, it seemed that something had fallen to the ground, but Yin Sheng was attracted by the faint smell from his nose and didn't realize it.

Yin Sheng smiles: maybe he's really possessed. How can he think that a man has fragrance. It should be that some decorations in this room have fragrance.

He took a final look at Fu Yan, who was sleeping peacefully. He opened the door and went out. The door was gradually closed.

Out of the theater door, looking at some friends squatting at the root of the tree drinking, Yin Sheng shook his head and intuitively made a lot of friends.

"My son?" Someone's sharp eyed and found him.

Yuan Du, who had been waiting impatiently, also got up. He was surprised: "my son, you have been able to endure for a long time. We have drunk several pots."

He bought them all.

Yin Sheng knocked on Yuan Du's head, "nonsense, just chatting."

"I believe you. I gave you such a good chance. You just give me a chat." Yuan Du didn't believe it.When he saw that Yin Sheng was still upright, Yuan Du vented: "no, that's two hundred taels of silver."

Although not spend his money, but inexplicably good distressed.

"What else do you want to do? This is where I came to listen to the play. " Yin Sheng went ahead.

Yuan Du is not reconciled, he mutters: "what else can we do, two people in a room..."

As soon as the words came out, his head was knocked by Yin Sheng's fan again: "bullshit, even if it's a room, what can two big men do?"

Yuan Du raised his eyebrow: "the son of the world is waiting. Tomorrow I will let you know what two men can do?"

Yin Sheng turned around, frowned, looked at Yuan Du, and looked at the theater through yuan Du.

The open fan suddenly closed again, and Yin Sheng made up his mind: "I don't want to know, and I won't come again."

"Six Arts ceremony: etiquette, music, shooting, imperial, calligraphy, mathematics..." The teacher was talking with a thick paper when he happened to meet some students who were dozing off. A bamboo book immediately took a picture of them.

The students who kept making small moves under the stage, Yin Sheng, who was very upright and took it seriously, formed a sharp contrast with these naughty aristocratic children.

The teacher said, "who can do the six arts ceremony?"

Yuan Du immediately changed his voice and said, "ah, I know that the owner of the theater, Mr. Fu, can do it. Mr. Fu's piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, song and Fu are definitely not built."

"Ha ha ha..." There was a burst of laughter at the bottom.

No one noticed that Yin Sheng's body was tense.

The teacher's pamphlet passed over the students' heads and hit the sixth prince who was eating well.

The title of master Fu is very famous in this imperial city. Although he is only the owner of a theater, those aristocratic CHILDES who are good at riding and archery are not as good as him. Although he was born in a theater, he was not contaminated with mud.

The teacher can't refute this, but can only change the topic: "I know how to eat all day long!"

The sixth prince was wronged. Today, Mr. Fen has a very serious dislike for him.