Grandpa is such a bird

That night, Qi Ying and Yingwei took twenty or thirty Xinniao and Ling Jiang to leave the Southwest City and head for Meixie Forest, which is sixty miles west of the city.

Before leaving, Ling Jiang was still reluctant to let go, and fell on Yin Chenglan's lap, looking at the well-dressed owner, hoping to hear something good from his mouth.

The candlelight shone on Yin Chenglan's side face, half of it was thick and colorful, and the other half was in dark shadows. He absently patted the little yellow bird that was staring at him: "Let's go."

The little yellow bird patted the back of his hand with its small wings: "Wait for me to come back."

"..."

There are many steep mountains and dense forests in the southwest. As soon as he left the city, Qi Ying led the people into the dark and dense forest. He casually released a carrier pigeon, which flashed past and disappeared into the vast night.

Then he stretched out his hand into a cage, Ling Jiang in the cage silently jumped on his finger, and he put it on his shoulder.

Even after saving this person, Ling Jiang is still not familiar with him. Qi Ying used lightness kung fu to shuttle quickly through the woods, Ling Jiang grabbed the fabric on his shoulders, and even though the feathers were rustling by the wind, his body remained motionless. .

Qi Ying looked at him appreciatively, and whispered to him about the situation of Meixielin.

"We have been guarding outside Meixie Valley for more than half a month. We can only enter but not exit. It has been a long time. Pei Jiangnan is not dead, and he must have reached the point of running out of ammunition. You don't have to worry about not being able to find him. He entered by mistake. He was injured before, and the smell of blood can attract a large number of leeches in the forest, so you should be able to find him easily after you enter."

Ling Jiang didn't speak, his heart had already drifted to the man sitting by the candlelight in the small courtyard.

Insects sang in the night in Southwest City, and the wind blew the shadows of trees in the yard, shaking and reflecting on the window.

Double click the song to present the ancient water red leaf tea unique to the Southwest. The sweet tea fragrance is lingering around the candlelight and flickering in the light white smoke.

"He's coming soon." Lian Pressing said, standing in front of Yin Chenglan, hesitant between his brows and eyes, what he wanted to say was stuck in his throat, but he couldn't express it simply.

"What do you want to say?" Yin Chenglan raised his head, his expression was extraordinarily calm, even indifferent, the candlelight shone in his eyes, and soon sank into those deep eyes.

Lian Pressing Song saw that his heart was like a rock, and he didn't follow along calmly. He only felt that his future was precarious: "It's very reckless to come here rashly. If you don't pay attention, your life will be lost."

Yin Chenglan took a sip of the tea leaves, and the sweet aftertaste of the ancient water red leaf tea lingered, but he stopped drinking it. Compared with sweetness, he preferred the clear bitterness: "It's all here, you persuade me now, don't you?" too late."

Lian Pressed the tea tray under his arm and leaned against the door: "I'm trying to struggle."

Yin Chenglan said: "I have made up my mind."

Lian Press sang: "The struggle failed, I will retreat first."

After finishing speaking, he put the plate behind his back and walked out slowly.

Even though he said recklessly, he was not afraid at all.

Not long after, the door suddenly opened and closed, before the wind came in, it was gently closed again, and there was a figure in the room, it was the captain who stopped them at the bottom of the city gate during the day.

"Commander Feng, I haven't seen you for many years." Under the dim candlelight, Yin Chenglan nodded slightly, and raised his finger to the side: "Sit down."

In an instant, his calm and composed smile pierced Feng Jing's chest like an awl, and the long struggle and tragic past of that day and night spewed out from the old blood that he deliberately suppressed, and the blood flowed like a fountain. ten years.

Feng Jing held the corner of the table with his hand, his arms stretched out with blue veins, his fingers were almost embedded in the wooden table, he looked at Yin Chenglan for a long time, and finally said in a slow and restrained voice: "Prince."

Yin Chenglan couldn't help laughing, his smile revealed a cold edge and frost, and his eyes were deeper and darker: "No one has called this name for many years."

He tilted his head, as if he was listening to the cicadas singing outside the window: "I remember he gave me a posthumous title, what is my name... yes, King Huaiyuan."

Feng Jing raised his eyelids abruptly, but did not raise his head. The hand on the corner of the table suddenly clenched into a fist, staring fixedly at the red-painted tabletop. The deep red on it melted into large patches in his eyes blood.

Finally, the commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army in the imperial city couldn't bear it anymore.

He took a step forward, lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt down on one knee, bent his back that had been stiff all his life, and the moment he bowed his head in surrender, tears welled up in his eyes.

He wanted to say too much, but he didn't say it out. At this moment, the man's natural inability to talk put all his grievance, resentment, and shock on his shoulders, and he was speechless, leaving Yin Chenglan with an uncontrollable trembling back. .

At this time, Yin Chenglan finally put away the fake face of smiling or not, angry or angry, crying or not, as if he didn't know what expression to show, so he had no choice but to look away expressionlessly: "This is what to do, according to the song, help Feng to lead."

Lian pressed the song and broke through the door, bent his eyes into crescent moons, and patted Feng Jing on the ground: "Get up quickly, ouch."

Feng Jing sat on the chair in front of Yin Chenglan, bowed his head in embarrassment: "I suddenly saw..."

"Master Nineteen." Lian Press Song reminded him.

Feng Jing glanced at him gratefully: "Little Gezi has grown so big, I almost didn't recognize him."

Double-click the song: "..."

You are the little pigeon, and your whole family is.

"I suddenly saw my master today, and I couldn't control it for a while. I almost exposed my master under the tower."

Lian Press sang: "We know it's you, so we dare to break through."

Feng Jing smiled embarrassedly, "I didn't expect Grandpa to be alive... Bah, I'm sure I'm going to live a long life."

Seeing his cramped look, Yin Chenglan also had sporadic smiles and nostalgia in his eyes.

Lian pressed the song and sighed deeply: "It's been more than ten years."

These words were like a gate, releasing a flood of catharsis, and the indifferent atmosphere just now was immediately washed away. After their emotions stabilized, they began to talk about the past.

It was a past that had been filled with blood and hatred for ten years, and the scenes gradually peeled off in the silent night, revealing in front of Yin Chenglan the fresh eyebrows and eyes as the first time.

Yin Chenglan listened to Lian Presse and chatted with Feng Jing in a low voice, as if he had suddenly returned to the tall blue palace walls of the imperial capital. He was the youngest prince in the history of Dajing, and he had seven battles and seven victories. , Fuding internal and external, Qingming government, courteous corporals, generous ministers.

More than ten years ago, he single-handedly built the most powerful and indestructible army of Dajing in the cold and windy border, and defended this bluffing Kingdom of Dajing. There is a history of flying [-] swans across the south and north of the Yangtze River, and sending tens of thousands of grains of relief food to Hexi and Dongdong overnight.

But more than ten years ago, he received an imperial decree from the extravagant imperial capital to dethrone the prince in the frosty snowfield, and he was humiliated and hated outside the palace wall, and was forced to swallow the heart-wrenching poison. Buried his ideals in the wilderness, his status as a high-ranking official was as humble as dust, and his sincerity and blood poured into a cold heart.

Ten years go by so fast.

"Master's leg!" Feng Jing suddenly exclaimed.

Lian Pressing the song reluctantly hooked his lips, and said vaguely: "That poison is not easy to cure."

Feng Jing's eyes froze, and he went to see Yin Chenglan.

The latter showed no expression, replaced the ancient black tea with cold water, lowered his head and drank half a cup: "No need to say more."

Feng Jing's chest throbbed several times, and he clenched his hands on his lap. After a long while, he finally calmed down: "What is the purpose of this trip, sir?"

Yin Chenglan said: "What is the commander of the imperial guards here for?"

Feng Jing's back suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

Yin Chenglan said: "He has been hiding in the palace for so many years and dare not come out. Now that he finally shows up, how can I not come to see him?"

Feng Jing said in a hoarse voice, "Master, do you want to?"

Yin Chenglan smiled, and there was a bit of madness in the smile. Feng Jing saw it, and his breathing quickened slightly.

But Yin Chenglan quickly calmed down and looked at him leisurely, as if he wasn't the one who frightened the man so pale just now: "Don't worry, I just want to see my brother whom I haven't seen for many years."

"What does Master Nineteen want me to do?"

Yin Chenglan beckoned him to take a step forward and talk all night by candlelight.

When the sky was getting brighter, before Feng Jing left, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Where have you been staying all these years? My subordinates have always believed that you are still alive, but I can't find any news about you anywhere."

Yin Chenglan leaned back on the back of the wheelchair, relaxed his body, his face turned pale after a night of sleeplessness, but he was not tired, he raised his lips gently: "The world is so big, where is home, where is not home. "

Feng Jing sighed and cupped his hands in obeisance.

Lian Song sent him out of the door, and when he entered the room, seeing Yin Chenglan closed his eyes and rested, he closed the door behind his back: "If you don't tell him our identities, I won't believe him."

Yin Chenglan opened his eyes, his eyes were like a puddle of insoluble ink: "He is a loyal minister."

Double click the song and wait for his next sentence.

Yin Chenglan swung open the window, and the fresh and damp fragrance of grass and trees filled the room, and the dark sky fell on his face, as if covered by a vague veil, making his expression blurred.

"A loyal minister."

Click the song to understand what he said.

When the sky was bright, Lingjiang finally reached the vicinity of Meixie Forest.

It was a miserable green with dead leaves decaying, dead forest trees stood quietly like ghostly shadows, gnarled tree roots were exposed from the rotten mud, the surrounding was lifeless, not even a sound of insects could be heard.

No bird wants to shit there, and Lingjiang is no exception.

He looked up and scanned around, and felt the shadow guard hiding in the dark.

An old man passing by was resting on a stone not far away. When he saw a group of people who suddenly appeared, he stared in surprise. He hunched over and was about to walk over, but was stopped by the shadow guard halfway. He didn't know what to say, and helped the old man to leave here.

The people from Yufeng Pavilion surrounded Meixie Forest so that no one could get in, and whether Pei Jiangnan could get out or not, the ending would be the same.

The few birds in the cage they carried with them were restless, fluttering their wings and trying to struggle to get out. The bird trainer fed them with grains before they calmed down.

Qi Ying was also going to feed Lingjiang with a handful of beans, but the little bird coldly lifted her small wings against her hand.

"No need."

Ling Jiang jumped onto his shoulder with wings on his back, looking at the Meixie Forest, when a gust of wind blew, the green duckweed floating on the rotten mud made ominous ripples.

"When will you go in?" Lingjiang asked.

Qi Ying said: "Wait a minute, it's better at noon, the miasma is thinner."

Ling Jiang shook the dull hair on his head, looking very impatient.

Qi Ying thought he was nervous, and after a few words of persuasion, Ling Jiang was turning his head and combing his feathers. Hearing this, he said with a cold face, "I'm in a hurry to go back and see Nineteen."

Qi Ying waited for his last word 'Master', but didn't get it, her eyes widened in shock.

When Lingjiang Aojiao flicked her head, her dull hair appeared fresh and elegant.

At ten o'clock at noon, a distant and deep bell sounded into the Southwest City from above the unknown mountain forest. Over the mottled city wall, there was a power that made people stop and stare.

In the ancient temple, a man was wearing a black dragon robe, with his hands on his chest, looking in the direction of the ancient bronze bell, and whispered a word of Amitabha.

The presiding master stepped out of the Buddhist hall and handed a red sandalwood brocade box to the emperor's hand: "Your Majesty, this is the relic left by Master Yun after his death."

The emperor opened the brocade box, and saw an inch-long, jade-like and clearer than jade relic bone stone placed on the gold and red silk cloth.

The emperor's face showed joy.

The host said: "Uncle Liao Yun has been merciful to the world all his life, leaving behind the relics of the merciful Buddha statue. His Majesty went out of the palace to see him off at the Southwest Mountain Temple this time. His heart is sincere, and he will be enshrined in the emperor's temple. In the future, the great Jing will be blessed with good weather and a peaceful country. .”

Hearing what he said, the emperor smiled, he was not confused by his age, his temples were faintly gray, his gestures were extraordinary, and a string of bright red Buddhist beads was wrapped around his wrist. If I can protect the sea and rivers in the world, my trip will not be in vain."

The presiding officer had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, walked out of the mountain temple while talking with the emperor, and said, "It is a great fortune to have such a wise king as Your Majesty."

Feng Jing, who was guarding the gate of the temple, heard this sentence, couldn't help clenching his fists, lowered his head, and stared at the piece of land in front of his feet.

The presiding officer said: "The poor monk's younger brother was distributing porridge and giving a lecture in the city recently. He heard that His Majesty went to listen in secret two days ago. After learning about it, His Majesty was touched by it. I am very sorry. I would like to meet in person and answer your Majesty's doubts."

The emperor put the brocade box in his arms and said with a smile, "In this way, there will be Master Lao."

The carriage was heading back to the city, passing through forested and verdant valleys along the way, the emperor sat in the carriage calmly, saw the beautiful scenery outside, and let out a long breath, as if the accumulated filth in the palace was followed by the suddenly enlightened mountain. The scene dissipated.

He remembered that he had not seen such a green autumn scenery for many years, so he ordered the carriage to stop and stood by the roadside to enjoy the scenery.

Feng Jing originally planned to recruit people to rearrange the defense, but the emperor turned around and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just looking around."

Veins emerged from the back of Feng Jing's hand holding the knife. He stubbornly followed the emperor three steps away, his eyes as big as copper bells, staring stiffly at the front, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

The veins on his neck trembled faintly, as if his heart was also struggling and tearing in a place where there was no light-what is a wise ruler, what is a foolish ruler, what is bitter hatred, and what is the righteousness of the family and the country.

If it overthrows Kyushu and avenges blood and blood, is it worth it?As Yin Chenglan expected, the grief and resentment at the first sight fluctuated greatly in the incomparable situation of the past and the present. After calming down, who is right and wrong between the love and affection many years ago and the love that is now valued?

Feng Jing's heart was in great pain.

But he didn't know that Yin Chenglan didn't appear this time to avenge and kill the emperor.

Perhaps Yin Chenglan's flesh and blood could no longer restrain the boiling killing intent, but his deepest soul, since childhood, has fused into his flesh and blood the worries that put his family, country and people first, making him even before hatred Being able to rein in the precipice, resisting the hatred of gouging out the bone and piercing the heart, repeatedly plotted a revenge plan that would not destabilize Dajing.

People must be killed.country, but it cannot be ignored.

Feng Jing was shocked by the overwhelming hatred in Yin Chenglan's eyes, so much so that he forgot that the Dajing, where singing and dancing are peaceful and peaceful, and the surroundings are stable, was once built by Yin Chenglan in armor and sharpened, waiting for the frontier in the cold winter and scorching heat.