"Scream again." Gongsun Yan and Zhao Yun were walking side by side in the market, their fingers intertwined under the wide sleeves of their robes.
Zhao Yun's palms were wide and warm, and his knuckles were covered with thick calluses.
Gongsun Yan gently rubbed the cocoons. This man was not born with martial arts skills. She could imagine how much hardship he had endured and how many dangerous situations he had experienced.
"Ayan." Zhao Yun looked forward. If the tips of his red-hot ears hadn't betrayed his emotions, it would have been almost impossible to see his heart from his calm expression at this moment.
Maybe Xin Yue Ren felt like this, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips when he called his name.
The two of them walked along the road like this, and finally saw Ah Qing and Gongsun Cheng looking up at the acrobats.
Ah Qing stood downstairs with Gongsun Cheng in her arms, watching the jugglers' performance on the second floor seriously.
Wang and Wu were scattered around, holding knives on guard.
Stack the table, jump pills, spin the wheel, spit fire...
Every time they came to a thrilling place, they exclaimed in surprise, and whenever the actor deliberately made fun of him, they laughed together.
Juggling on the stage was not as fun as the two of them.
Seeing how seriously they looked at it, Zhao Yun and Gongsun Yan did not disturb them.
Although we have agreed to wait until Gongsun Yan comes out of his filial piety period, we will not discuss marriage anymore.
But once the layer of ambiguity between a man and a woman is broken, the deep love and affection can no longer be contained.
Zhao Yun and Wang Wu exchanged a glance and a hidden military gesture from afar, asking them to continue to guard Gongsun Cheng, and led Gongsun Yan to the tea shop opposite the stage.
Watching them leave, several guards exchanged glances.
Even Wang Wu, who has always been less expressive, had a slight smile on his face.
As for Gongsun Yan's safety, they were not worried. With Captain Zhao by Lady Gongsun's side, no one could touch a hair on her head.
The two of them walked into the tea shop hand in hand, and the waiter who greeted them at the door immediately came to greet them. He only glanced at the two of them and directly led them to a seat at the back facing the river.
This tea shop is in an excellent location. Although it is temporarily built on the bank of the Ru River, it has a stage in front that attracts the most people, and the backyard faces a slower tributary of the Ru River.
According to the water flow of this stream and the scenery of lush green trees and green grass on the bank, we built some platforms facing the water with logs.
Brightly colored curtains were set up, and mats and tables were placed, creating relatively independent small spaces.
Even Gongsun Yan, who was already dazzled by the love between men and women, was amazed by the delicate thoughts of the tea shop owner when he entered this place.
Of course, such an elegant place also costs more money than a messy exterior.
The boy brought a polished charcoal-fired copper stove and a bamboo-wood tray divided into many small grids. The tray was filled with sencha tea cakes, orange peels, green onions and ginger.
Another box of tea and food was served, including a stack of ointment rings.
Just such a little thing, and such an environment, would cost people in the city as much as a year.
Zhao Yun took the money bag, took a piece of gold cake and handed it to the boy. He was lucky at this time and brought the gold cake from Xia Houlan's pillow box.
After taking a look at Gongsun Yan, who was looking around with great interest, he thought to himself that he should earn more military honors and more wealth.
Changshan's family still had several hundred hectares of farmland, but when he went to Yijing, he didn't know if he could go back, so he entrusted it to the clan, and the produce was used by the poor, young and elderly in the clan.
Thinking about this, he was about to lead Gongsun Yan inside when he heard Gongsun Yan ask: "Excuse me, this little brother, what is the name of the owner of this teahouse?"
When someone called him "Brother" in a clear voice, the boy's mouth broke out into a smile. Then he hurriedly put away the smile and glanced at Zhao Yun carefully.
Seeing that there was nothing unusual on Zhao Yun's face, he said: "The master's surname is Guan."
Guan Gongsunyan silently wrote down this surname.
"But Guan Yang, Mr. Guan's house?" Zhao Yun was stunned for a moment, then asked casually.
Unexpectedly, the young man's face lit up with joy: "That's right. Does Mr. Lang know the head of my family?"
Zhao Yun looked thoughtful, shook his head and did not answer.
Seeing that Zhao Yun didn't want to answer, the young man, who was well aware of current affairs, stopped talking and bowed to leave.
"Does Zilong know the head of the Guan family?"
When the boy retreated, he thoughtfully pulled down the curtain. Only one side faced the river, so Gongsun Yan took off his silk hat.
I kicked off my shoes and stepped on the mat, walked to the river, and faced the cool river breeze.
"Today, Mr. Guan went to the government office to send a greeting card." Zhao Yun replied, while bending down to pick up Gongsun Yan's scattered shoes and straighten them.
He also took off his shoes and walked to Gongsun Yan. Seeing that the railing was a little low, he pulled her back a step.
"I invite him to come and see you tomorrow morning."
Zhao Yun and Gongsun Yan were sitting side by side on the cattail mat by the river. No one could see them, so they were sitting casually.
"Would you like to meet me at that time?"
Gongsun Yan looked at him angrily, why did he call her "ma'am" again as soon as he let go?
She simply handed her hand back to his palm. She still liked him to call her Ayan.
Looking at her eyes, Zhao Yun laughed softly and said, "Even if we are talking about official business, we still have to call my wife."
Saying this, he reached out and shook Gongsun Yan's hand: "I'll call you Ayan in private."
Gongsun Yan looked at him seriously, and he looked over with a smile, but there was persistence in his eyes that could not be refused.
To Zhao Yun, Gongsun Yan was his loyal master and his beloved.
It may sound contradictory, but for Zhao Yun, the distinction is not as complicated and difficult as he had previously expected.
Loyalty and love are compatible.
A man who is a real man should insist on both.
Gongsun Yan looked into his eyes and gently raised his hand to touch his cheek.
She straightened up, leaned over and pressed her face against his.
"I will be laughed at in the future." He made such a decision, and she could almost predict how the world would evaluate him.
In a patriarchal society like the Han Dynasty, he would be despised as a coward who climbed up a woman's skirt by dragging her skirts or something else.
Even if he has countless achievements, this mark will follow him throughout his life.
No, if they are lucky enough to succeed and change history, such a mark of fame will accompany him for hundreds of thousands of years.
"It doesn't matter." Zhao Yun looked relaxed, holding her back with one hand and burying his head between her neck, "I will prove it to them."
He is not bad, and neither is the woman he is loyal to.
Gongsun Yan reached out and hugged him. He had decided that he didn't care about fame, wealth or status, so he was easily deceived by Uncle Liu Huang. He spent half his life wandering around, and even until his death, he could not fulfill his dream of taking off his armor and returning to his hometown.
"Zilong, if we are lucky enough to put an end to this troubled world, let's go see the outside world together."
No longer trapped in this small piece of land, the small worldly power, or even the small imperial city.
In the time and space of two thousand years ago, there would be such vast, beautiful scenery and unknown mysteries. She wanted to see it with this person.
"Here."
Gongsun Yan heard the man respond in a deep voice.
