I raised a husband in ancient times

Chapter 49

Lu Yiming felt a knot in his heart and his heart sank slightly. Could it be that someone like him came from the apocalypse?

That's right, since he can travel through time, it doesn't rule out that other people have this ability. It's okay if they are his friends. What if they are his enemies... A

cold light flashed in his eyes, but he said calmly: "I didn't After getting to know this brother, I wonder why Brother Gu said this?"

After Gu Huan finished speaking, he denied himself, how could Lu Yiming know Wei You? One has been living in the capital and just transferred to the south, and the other has just returned from guarding the border and has never left Jushui. Town, eight poles can't reach the edge.

Probably just a coincidence.

He pointed to the equity plan and said: "To be honest, the model of Yuelai Restaurant is similar to this. I am not running it alone. An old friend of mine proposed an idea that coincided with Brother Lu, but he did not take it into consideration. Brother is so detailed, and the idea of ​​dividing profits among shopkeepers and employees is quite novel."

Lu Yiming's guard was slightly lowered, but he still felt that this "old friend" was suspected of being a time traveler. After all, "model", "operation", "profit", etc. It is rare to see such a word in this dynasty, but in modern times it is a commonly used term in business.

Know thyself, ever-victorious.

"Oh? I didn't know there was someone with such similar ideas as me. I wonder if Brother Gu can recommend someone?"

Lu Yiming planned to meet this person for a while. If it was a hostile person in the end of the world, he would have to find a way to kill the person before the crisis came. In the cradle.

Gu Huan shook his head: "This person has a special status. You are about to take the martial arts exam, so I'm afraid it won't be convenient for you to meet him. If you step into the court one day, it won't be too late."

Listening to this tone, this person's status is not ordinary. If you want to take action, It only takes one hit to kill him. Once exposed, the consequences will be endless.

Lu Yiming suppressed the anger in his heart for the time being, but the word "Wei You" was already deeply engraved in his heart.

"I agree to the hot pot joint venture. If the store is opened, it will have an impact on the current Yuelai Restaurant to some extent. I would like to discuss it with the other owner of Yuelai Restaurant first before opening it?" He was afraid of

Lu Yiming . Misunderstanding, and then added: "It's just the difference in opening time. We still have 28 points. The 2 points remain unchanged, and the 8 points may be split. How about it?"

Lu Yiming doesn't take this matter seriously. After all, he only gets dividends and does not need to have a say in management. , the proportion of shares has no impact on him: "Yes."

There is no need to delay when working with smart people, the two drafted a contract on the spot to prevent unnecessary disputes in the future.

After a hearty meal of hot pot, several people left new year gifts and left together with a small jug of wine given by Lu Yiming.

However, before leaving, Gu Huan said hello to Lu Yiming in advance. He did not have much time in Jushui Town. He would stay until this summer at most. He would return to the capital before autumn, and then the dividends from the hot pot restaurant would be distributed here. The shopkeeper sent it.

Lu Yiming had been prepared beforehand, and he was not surprised that this person would not stay here for a long time. However, seeing that the expressions of the three of them were not good when they talked about returning to the capital, he had a gut feeling that something might happen there.

As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, and the only thing that could make all three of them change their faces was probably the Emperor's family, so Lu Yiming would naturally not interfere.

After they left, Lu Yiming put the remaining ingredients into a homemade ice cellar, thinking about making some spicy hotpot to eat at night.

When he came out, he found that the little guy had disappeared in the blink of an eye. He paused, turned around, and headed upstairs to the inner room.

Gently opening the door, he saw the little guy he was looking for with the back of his head facing away from him, his whole body lying on the edge of the bed, mumbling something.

Lu Yiming came close to him, leaning over his head, listening and watching his little movements: "Xie Cheng's little night pearl, Gu Huan's one hundred taels of silver notes, Mr. Jiang's collection of master paintings..."

People who were immersed in the world of money-obsessed people didn't notice anyone approaching. Lu Yiming lowered his head and gently touched the exposed skin on the back of his neck while others were not paying attention.

The muttering of the person below him suddenly stopped, his shoulders and neck huddled together, and a soft "um" came out from his mouth.

A tingling sensation swept through his body from the top of his spine down. Pei Xing reacted and looked back, only to see her husband smiling, leaning on the bed frame and looking at him with a smile.

He couldn't care less about being shy, but he felt a little guilty for no reason, and he was caught!

"Husband," he really wasn't looking so anxiously because he was greedy for money. He just felt that someone else had given him a gift and he should check it early out of etiquette. "No, I'm not..."

Lu Yiming saw that the person was anxious to defend himself and stopped. Continuing to tease him, he handed the night pearl on the bed and the one hundred taels of silver notes into his hands: "My housekeeper, please hide these well." Her

clear eyes always looked at him with admiration. Lu Yiming's heart ached when he saw the love, and he couldn't help but want to record it.

Lu Yiming thought so and said: "I want to make a painting for you."

After the winter solstice, he transplanted a few red plums in the empty backyard. He accidentally discovered through the kitchen window that the red plums that were originally just buds last night Facing the wind and snow, a few flowers bloomed quietly in twos and threes. They were very beautiful on the branches covered with snow, and it was tempting to admire them now.

"Can I ask my husband to go for a walk in the backyard with me?"

Seeing that her husband was not angry, Pei Xing naturally did not dwell too much on the matter. Instead, he started painting. It was the first time for him to receive such an invitation, and he was a little surprised and a little unaware. At a loss: "Husband, you want to paint for me?"

"Yes, I want to paint one for you, but we are just walking around, I will look for inspiration and then go back to the room to paint."

Pei Xing frowned, it's not like he has never seen anyone paint before In the town, there were many scholars whose families were in poverty who would set up street stalls to write poems and paintings to support their families. He had seen it when he passed by. It was not what my husband said. The person being painted should be in front of him to make the painting more detailed.

My husband must have said this because he was afraid that he would freeze.

"Then why don't you, husband, take some drawing paper and go down together?"

Lu Yiming's writing was okay, and the Chinese painting was indeed average. Of course it would be better if the person was in the painting, but he couldn't bear to let the person catch the cold.

After being together for so long, Pei Xing naturally understood his hesitation. He took out the fur-made cloak given by Mr. Jiang from the closet and said, "With this, you won't be afraid of the cold. Will you, husband, enjoy the snow scenery with me?"

It was the first time that Pei Xing took the initiative to ask out her husband. He was still a little nervous. In the past, he would never dare to do so, but now he is bolder. Not only is he satisfied with being taken care of by his husband, he also wants to be considerate of her husband.

Lu Yiming nodded helplessly under the gaze of these eyes, put on a fur cloak, took pen, ink, paper and inkstone and led the person outside the cold courtyard.

"Do you feel cold?" Although I brought a hand stove to the other person, I was still worried that the person would feel cold.

Pei Xing raised the heater in his hand, pointed at the warm clothes on his body, and said with a smile: "How could it be? Husband, there is no need to think that I am so weak, I am actually quite cold-resistant."

This was said lightly, but Lu Yiming thought of the thin clothes when he first met this person, and the brand-new bedding they were covering now, and the happy smile he saw today felt like a lump in his throat.

How to withstand the cold? This person used to have cold hands and feet and habitually curled up into a ball. Was this a way to keep out the cold?

This man hid all his sufferings deep in his heart and exposed his soft belly in front of him.

Lu Yiming felt a little distressed. If he had come earlier, this man wouldn't have to suffer so much.

In Pei Xing's confusion, Lu Yiming put down the brush in his hand, hugged the person, and said nothing for a long time.

"Husband?" Pei Xing didn't know why. He just thought that Lu Yiming thought he was cold. He stretched out a hand and pulled a big palm behind his back, using his body temperature to prove, "I'm not cold. Look at this hand, it's warm.

The hands of the hand stove that had just been left were warm. Lu Yiming felt the temperature of his palm carefully and felt better: "Well, put it back. After a while, the cold wind will blow and your hands will freeze again." Lu

Yiming let go of the other party, After watching the people walking among the plum branches for a while, I picked up the brush and started painting.

I used to be unable to relate to the scene when I was appreciating ancient poems, "The winter plum blossoms are dotted with delicate branches, and the fragrant face is half-opened and charming", but now I can truly understand it.

He always kept the beautiful figure in his heart, with a touching smile in his clear eyes, and his youthful attitude could not be concealed in his movements.

This is the first time he has painted for someone, and the first time the people in the painting have been painted.

Nervous, young, and delicate, his eyes are full of this person. No matter what posture he is in, he looks the most beautiful in his eyes.

Although today's husband is a little reserved, he no longer looks timid like before, not daring to raise his head to see people. His husband is getting better and better, and he is relieved but also has a sense of crisis.

But we can't let anyone take advantage of her, especially Li Dashan, who is still eyeing her. The husband is his.

"The painting is done, husband, come and see if you are satisfied."

After finishing the painting, Lu Yiming called to the playful person and attracted him from the snowdrift.

He himself picked up another piece of paper and continued to paint based on the inspiration in his mind. Pei Xing, who heard her husband's voice, approached the stone table of the pavilion and picked up the first painting that the other party had placed aside.

"This is," he couldn't believe it, "me?"

Although this painting only has a few strokes of black and red ink, the posture and expression are exactly the same.

The young man in the painting has a face as bright as a powder and a body as bright as a jade tree. The clothes fluttering in the wind are extremely elegant against the backdrop of red plum blossoms. The pregnant mole dotting his ears is even more attractive. The person in the painting does not look like a real person. It's more like a fox that came out of nowhere to seduce people.

Is this him in the eyes of his husband?

Why is that... Pei Xing's ears turned red and he couldn't find the shameful words to say.

He put down the painting in his hand that had not yet dried completely, and approached Lu Yiming to see the content of the other person's painting.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it can kill someone if you look at it.

"Husband!"

Pei Xing's eyes widened in shock, his breathing was short and hot, and he was speechless. After a long time, he pointed at the picture with a blushing face and was extremely embarrassed.

The paper drawn by Lu Yiming is divided into four grids. The little figures in the three frames are half-dressed. The figure dotted with red moles raises his head, and the charm in his eyes can be seen at a glance. He has read the album and practiced it with his husband. He is no longer a ignorant brother, and you can tell what he is doing at this glance.

Even so, he was still frightened to death by this painting.

This, this, this... is this person him? Even more extreme than the painting just now!

How can a husband transfer the affairs of the boudoir to elegant drawing paper! What should I do if my father and mother-in-law see me? !

He rushed forward to snatch the pen from the opponent's hand, but he didn't want to miss it. Instead, he threw himself into the trap, pressing his hands on the opponent's shoulders, as if he was a bully.

Doesn't this overlap with the scene in the picture? !

He stood up in a hurry, but his hands and feet were grabbed by someone, and he sat down on the other person's lap.

Lu Yiming's face and fingers came closer a little bit. Pei Xing's hand on his shoulder pushed him away slightly, but his eyes were closed in disappointment.

The slightly cool fingertips gently brushed against his face, and a doting voice sounded in front of him: "Little tabby cat."

Pei Xing opened his eyes and looked towards the person, and the distance between the two widened again. , he glanced to the side and saw black ink on the other person's thumb. Thinking of the touch on his cheek just now, his cheeks suddenly turned red, like a cooked crab.

He thought his husband was going to kiss him.

Lu Yiming let out a muffled laugh, and when he saw the person's face becoming droopier and blushing, he put his index finger against his chin, forcing the person to look at him.

His face got closer and closer, and he kissed the little mouth little by little under the gaze of the other party, conquering the city.

It was the first time that Pei Xing opened his eyes and saw his husband kissing him. In the past, he would close his eyes tightly and dare not look at his husband, or he could not see the person's facial expression clearly in the dark light.

Now I can see clearly, but I am very frightened. My husband's eyes are not as gentle and deep as when he looks at him on weekdays, but with the desire to possess and invade, as if he wants to swallow him into his belly. This The expression made his heart tremble, but he fell even deeper into it.

It turned out that her husband had never treated him as a child, he just hid it very deeply.

The soft lips moved away, and a hoarse and low voice sounded in his ears: "Did you see it?"

Pei Xing was so kissed that he didn't know what to do, so he could only lean on Lu Yiming's shoulder for support. He waited for a while before answering softly: "Yeah ."

The person in his ear continued to whisper: "Then let's take this painting back and hide it, okay?"

Pei Xing's head had not turned around yet, and he was bewitched by the devil again, so naturally he would not refuse: "Okay."

Lu Yiming Strike while the iron is hot, the beauty you sacrificed just now is not just for a kiss: "How about you practice it with your good husband next time?"

Pei Xing, who was seduced by the beauty, nodded, the corners of his mouth were slightly swollen, and the mist in his eyes had not dissipated, and he looked at It's so pitiful.

After getting what Lu Yiming wanted, he let the other person go and stood up to fill in the last box.

Pei Xing also came to his senses at this moment and was shocked to realize what he had promised!

After finishing painting, the two people rolled up the paintings. One of them was held tightly in the young husband's arms, fearing that someone would look at it.

Lu Yiming shook his head. It seemed that there was no three hundred taels of silver here. It would be strange for his parents not to be suspicious when they saw it.

However, thinking about the oranges that I had tricked and kidnapped, I still looked forward to it.

When is the best day to eat?

The author has something to say: Wei You: I'm so miserable. It's obviously just a backdrop, appearing in only two or three chapters, but my life needs to be threatened. You stupid author has no heart.

(PS: Wei You will not appear face-to-face in this article, only verbally, with very little involvement)

I did not really write down from the neck down, and I ask the reviewer to show your noble hand...