little turtle in pocket

Chapter 1

The autumn of [-] AD.An ancient city in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the alley where the rain was flying slantingly, two men met on a narrow road.

"What a coincidence, Brother Shuqi, where are you going?"

After a moment of silence, the man in white spoke first.

The man in black who was asked sneered, "Of course it's where I want to go."

"That's what you said!" The white-clothed man shrugged, "Let's stop playing charades, and just say it, the master has issued a death order, and no one is allowed to leave the ancient house!"

The man in black suddenly took out the gun from his arms, pointed at the man in white: "You ask it first if it agrees!"

When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, the sound of "didi" suddenly came from nowhere. Although it was slight, it could still be heard clearly in the quiet atmosphere.

"Cut! Cut!"

A dispirited and rough voice rang out, followed by the noise made by all kinds of people: murmured and complained, greeted their companions, took the opportunity to drink water to go to the toilet, moved props and utensils, and so on.

"Medirui! Medirui!" The rough voice continued to shout, "What was that P sound just now? Didn't I tell you to clear the scene? Why is there still noise? This time the emotions are moving in a good way, you What the hell are you doing?"

Like a wind-up doll hidden in a box, a skinny man suddenly appeared in front of the bearded director: "Director Qian, don't be angry, that was just an accident, I promise it will never happen again!"

"Do you still want to have a next time? By the way, what was that sound just now?"

The assistant director rubbed his nose, and silently looked at the young man on the left squatting on the ground indifferently.

Director Qian followed his gaze, and was immediately discouraged: "Wen Nuo, you can really make trouble! You will die if you don't play games?"

"Yes." The young man answered briefly, bowing his head and continuing to type on the keyboard of his laptop.

"Okay, next time you move him away!"

Director Qian waved his hand, and the matter was over.Deputy Director Mei let out a sigh of relief, and turned to appease the two actors whose expressions had just been wasted.

Before he could say a few words, he seemed to sense something, and took out a tile-blue mobile phone from one of the countless pockets on his work vest: "Hey, it's me, what's the matter?" Immediately beamed with joy, "Really? That's great, just wait a moment, I'll tell Director Qian."

The bearded man was drinking tea when he was slapped on the back by the assistant director and almost choked to death: "Why are you so surprised?"

"Good news!" Assistant Director Mei danced, "Well, Jin Chengshen's agent called just now and agreed to play the role!"

"It's really good news! With the addition of this first-line niche, our show will be half successful!"

Director Qian put down the teapot, took the assistant director's hand, and the two danced in circles, completely ignoring the laughter and astonishment of the people around them.

Only Wen Nuo, who was hunched over and playing games next to him, continued to abuse his computer, his snow-white slender fingers slamming on the keyboard, as if he had no interest in the world outside him at all.

In the autumn of [-] A.D., the capital of Liang State.

There are not many birds in this season, and most of them have already flown to the south for the winter.

The boy in the rain-blue cloth shirt approached the oriole perched on the honeysuckle vine, and just as his finger was about to touch the target, a deep voice came from behind: "Xiao Nuo, what are you doing?" ?”

The frightened bird flapped its wings and flew away. The boy named Xiao Nuo turned around, glared at the visitor, and walked in the opposite direction without saying a word.

The man was very agile, and he came to him with a wrong eye and blocked his way: "Oh, that's the only bad thing about you kid, you always like to sulk!"

"I am not angry."

The young man raised his face stubbornly, but suddenly his eyes went dark, and a soft thing pecked his lips.

"what are you doing!"

Seeing the young man wiping his lips with his sleeve in panic, Jin Cheng laughed deeply, and simply forcibly pulled him into his arms, poked his fingers under the hem of his clothes, caressed his back, and firmly sucked the two plump lips again. lip.

"Wow!"

With a scream, Wen Nuo looked at Jin Chengshen who covered his mouth with an unbelievable expression, turned around and left.

Jin Chengshen spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and grabbed the boy's sleeve: "Hey, why don't you be so cruel and run away after biting someone?"

The entangled Wennuo hairpin just now was knocked off, and a head of smooth and soft hair was scattered on his shoulders, making his complexion more white and jade-like, and seeing someone's anger turn around again.

It's just that the boy's tone was unfriendly: "Your Highness, please respect yourself."

Jin Chengshen chuckled, and slowly moved his fingers on Wen Nuo's wrist upwards, slid in along the wide cuff, and walked around the slightly cool skin: "You still know that I am His Royal Highness? Dare to bite His Highness's tongue?" How should one be punished?"

The young man pursed his lips, but did not speak.

His Royal Highness sighed and hugged him into his arms, but there was no resistance: "I know, you have been angry with me these days, but I can't help myself!"

Wen Nuo avoided Jin Chengshen's finger that was under his jaw, and turned his face to the other side.

"Okay, okay, it's just an engagement! It's too early to get married!"

When those clear and dark eyes turned to him, Jin Chengshen's heart beat wildly: "What's the difference? It's so sticky, stay away from me!"

"Look, aren't you jealous?" Jin Chengshen held a lock of the young man's hair between the middle finger and the index finger of his right hand and slowly turned it, persuading him slowly, "Be realistic, there is no reason why the prince of a country will never marry What’s more, this marriage is purely to strengthen the alliance with Chu, don’t you know who I’m pretending to be?”

"But you are my brother!" Wen Nuo pushed him away violently, "Why did you choose to confess your love at this time? I'm already confused enough---"

Jin Chengshen's eyes lit up: "So, you still care about me? So I'm not talking to myself alone!"

The boy suddenly realized what he had just said, blushed, lowered his head, turned around and ran away quickly.

The person who stayed behind licked the blood at the corner of his mouth and laughed.

The panic-stricken young man ran so fast that he almost bumped into a person, who stretched out his hand to hold him up.

A gentle voice came from my ear: "Are you okay?"

Wen Nuo raised his head, facing a pair of clear and clear eyes like autumn water, he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

Seeing him like this, the owner of the eyes smiled even deeper: "Hi, I'm Wu Ming."