Grandpa is such a bird

Ever since Lingjiang grew up, he has never done anything impulsively in his head, but this time, he jumped down without even thinking about it.

His heart was so painful that it was hard to breathe at that moment, only one thought crawled into his body like crazy weeds, entangled all his mind, and shouted resolutely and affectionately: "Yin Chenglan can't die."

Yin Chenglan can't die, and he won't die. At the moment Lingjiang followed, he saw thousands of migratory birds coming from under the cliff of thousands of feet, gathering like clouds and weaving a piece of paper in the air. The endless web.

Ling Jiang also saw the smile on Yin Chenglan's face when he saw that he was in the illusion of being a human being, and his dark eyes flashed with surprise and surprise.

Lingjiang's heart sank.

When his always frank and almost naked eyes met the man, he shrank, looked away, stepped on the back of a bird, sank down suddenly, reached out and grabbed Yin Chenglan's sleeve robe, and pulled his arm hard, He pulled her into his arms and put an arm around his waist.

Immediately, they landed on the back of the group of migratory birds flying together.

The flock of birds couldn't fully support them, but led them to slowly land on an empty grassland in the forest, and then slowly spread out and disappeared into the sky.

The emperor on the cliff saw a person suddenly appear to rescue Yin Chenglan, and hid in the dense forest. He was supported by guards and almost screamed hysterically.

But the emperor opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word, his face turned from pale to black, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

He didn't die after taking the poison, and he didn't die when he jumped off the cliff. Is the prince really the undead god of war that the people said ten years ago? No matter how he was thrown into the abyss and hell, he can still climb out.

Yin Chenglan's smile pierced the emperor's eyes like a poisonous nail, penetrating his head and throat coldly, and piercing into his heart, where a raging fire was burning, but it was bitingly cold and full of ice, pulling The emperor was going to the hell where the sun could not be seen. He fell into panic and fell into the nightmare given by Yin Chenglan, and fear grew everywhere.

Lingjiang put Yin Chenglan on the ground, and the man didn't even look at him. He lowered his eyes, looked indifferent, and sat quietly.

Ling Jiang stood aside and looked at him with pursed lips. He didn't know what he wanted to say, but he didn't say it. After a while, he also sat down on the grass not far from Yin Chenglan, lowered his head, and seemed to be venting. Grabbing the grass beside his legs, he kept silent.

The wind rustled through the woods, and in the distance, a thick gray smoke rose from a forest set on fire by the emperor, swaying straight into the sky.

After a while, Lingjiang plucked the weeds around his legs into a bald head, so he changed to another place, a little closer to Yin Chenglan.

Lingjiang was sullen and angry, annoyed that he had exposed himself without thinking, but he didn't have much regret in his heart, even if he was exposed, so what, could it be that he could really watch Yin Chenglan fall to his death.

Lingjiang changed several places with a blank face, and finally took Yin Chenglan as the center, and ruined the surrounding grassland all over the place. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, it was estimated that the people arranged by Yin Chenglan had not found this place, so he clapped his hands and stood up. Without looking at him, he casually left a sentence "I'll go find something to eat" and walked into the woods.

At this time, the man who had been in meditation for a long time raised his eyes. In Yin Chenglan's eyes, the bloody things about the emperor and revenge had been hidden in the depths again, leaving only the pale yellow back of Lingjiang gradually disappearing.

Yin Chenglan raised his hand and pressed his eyes. The surprise that was clearly visible in it could not be concealed. As a prince, he was taught the truth that "emotions and anger are invisible, and what is on his mind is hidden from others". But now, Yin Chenglan I found myself a little out of control.

Even if he couldn't see his expression, Yin Chenglan could still know how shocked and stunned he was. When he decided to go to the southwest, all the escape routes were under his control, so he jumped off the cliff, and he was able to scare the emperor with ease. It was half dead.

But he didn't count the bird that rushed out suddenly, let alone the bird that could turn into a human. Yin Chenglan, please remember clearly that he saw Lingjiang stretching out from a lump of yellow hair in the rapidly falling wind. The scene when I became a handsome young man.

That kind of bizarre feeling impacted his decades of cognition, and made him feel in a trance, so that when he fell to the ground, he didn't know what to say.

The three portraits he kept in the drawer of the study with the sixteen windows open in Tinghai Building, and the weird young man who couldn't be found out from the Yufeng Pavilion's network, were unexpectedly by his side.

Yin Chenglan lowered his eyes, letting the stormy waves turn up in his eyes.

Lingjiang said he was going to find something to eat, and he did. He came back with a fat big rabbit.

Yin Chenglan caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, and felt a little relieved, afraid that he would peck a handful of worms for him to eat, and he would almost die of worry.

Ling Jiang was carrying the rabbit, looked at Yin Chenglan, moved his lips a few times, but still didn't say anything, so he had to squat down on the ground to deal with the rabbit.

At first glance, his posture is skillful, and his technique of flipping the rabbit is nimble, but only if you look carefully, you will find that his so-called smooth movements, where does he seem to be, are only superficial, and he has not learned the essence at all. After turning around for a long time, the hair on my body still hasn't been pulled clean.

Just like the weeds on the ground that he had destroyed, they were bald one by one, with fluff flying all over the sky, and the plucking of the hairs was horrible.

Lingjiang's nose was itchy from being swept by the flying rabbit fur, and he sneezed several times in a row, finally exhausted his patience, raised his hand and threw the rabbit out, and squatted down, sulking.

Yin Chenglan thought: "This dog's temper is really a bit like that little bird."

After Ling Jiang threw it out, he regretted it. No matter how angry he was, he couldn't starve Yin Chenglan. If he died of starvation, it wasn't him who felt distressed, so he walked over to pick up the rabbit, and by this action, he took the opportunity to get close to Yin Chenglan and squatted down. At a distance of three steps away from him, he lowered his head and continued to pluck the rabbit fur, asking casually, "Don't you want to ask something?"

But the uneasiness in his tone was so obvious.

Yin Chenglan seemed to be resting his eyes with his eyes closed, but in fact all his attention was on Ling Jiang. When he heard his voice, he could still think of his little wings and coquettish hair. When he opened his eyes, he was a young man who was thin and tall. posture.

If he hadn't witnessed the process of his phantasmagoria with his own eyes, Yin Chenglan would not have believed that a bird could turn into a human after killing even the chief executive.

It's not that he is short-sighted, but that he is too unbelievable.

Yin Chenglan's heart was turbulent, but his face became more and more calm as water. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Lingjiang indifferently, and grasped Gao Leng's posture perfectly: "What are you asking?"

Lingjiang City Mansion was not as deep as him, and he couldn't pretend anymore, so he threw the rabbit out again, stood up and stared at him condescendingly: "Ask me who I am, what my identity is, and what is the purpose of approaching you, have you always been like this? ."

Doubt that he has ulterior motives, doubt that he will be bad for him.

Yin Chenglan looked at the strange yet familiar young man, amused in his heart, and looked expressionless like a pervert: "Oh, what is your purpose for approaching me?"

Lingjiang's heart gradually sank to the bottom, Yin Chenglan didn't ask who he was, and didn't care whether he was a bird or a human, but instead asked such a chilling question.

His eyes turned cold, and he was finally willing to meet Yin Chenglan's eyes, and said coldly: "Don't you have great abilities? If you want to know what my purpose is for approaching you, you can check it yourself."

The little bird was angry, and it was still the kind that couldn't be coaxed well.

The sky had completely darkened, and he could only vaguely see the outline of the person across the way. Lingjiang was annoyed, and at the same time, he was really afraid that Yin Chenglan would be hungry. The two sides were at war in his heart, sour, bitter and melancholy.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Lian Presse and Qi Ying to bring the people from Yufeng Pavilion. Before they appeared, Lingjiang turned back into a bird and silently watched Yin Chenglan get into the carriage.

But the man didn't even look at him.

The carriage rolled slowly, and just as he was about to leave the forest, Ling Jiang suddenly flew up from the grass taller than him, and shot into the carriage like an arrow from the string.

Yin Chenglan was thinking about the little yellow bird, when he suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, he was subconsciously stunned, and saw the little yellow bird rushing to him with a sullen face, pecking Yin Chenglan's forehead hard at a very fast speed, and let out a crisp sound Then he slipped out in an instant, leaving only His Royal Highness the Crown Prince blinking for a long time, sitting in the empty carriage with a dazed expression on his face.

There was a red mark in the center of the smooth forehead, and Yin Chenglan touched the aching place between his brows, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he had never seen such a little bird who must take revenge... Er, man... Well, bird man, he doesn't suffer at all.

Lingjiang landed on the roof of the carriage, and the evening wind blew his stupid hair to the back of his head. He pecked at Yin Chenglan, and then he felt that the anger in his heart subsided a little. He was the lawless master, and he was willing to be so wronged because of Yin Chenglan. Himself, but he feels uncomfortable in his heart, and he must be taught that the culprit is also in pain.

When the pain is over, he still treats him well and likes him as usual.

The time spent on the road was extremely boring, so boring that even after pressing the song to ponder why the grass was so green and the flowers so red, he suddenly found that Master Nineteen and his little bird seemed to have quarreled.

One person and one bird who used to be sticky, greasy, and always staying together have separated. The little yellow hair eats, drinks, and sleeps on the roof of the carriage, and the nineteenth master in the carriage doesn't even mention it. little bird.

Even pressing the song to scratch his head and scratching his head, he couldn't think of the reason, so he got into the carriage and stared at Yin Chenglan for a while: "Master, did you quarrel with that little yellow hair? What's the matter?"

Yin Chenglan took a sip of tea, watched his nose, nose and heart: "You might as well ask it."

Lian Pressing had no choice but to get out of the carriage, stood on the shaft of the carriage and lay down on the edge of the roof, resting his chin on his arm, with a face full of gossip, not cheap: "Hey, little Huangmao, did you quarrel with the master? Hurry up!" Tell me what's the noise."

Ling Jiang sat listlessly on the roof of the car, raised his eyelids, revealed a look full of resentment, and said coldly: "Go and ask him!"

Double-click the song: "..."

Sure enough, he is a bird living under the same roof, and his temper is almost like that of his father.

Booming away the chief manager, Ling Jiang touched out his own small wooden trough, holding the warm bowl wall, looking at the portrait of him carved by Yin Chenglan himself on it, Ling Jiang was heartbroken for a while, and could only wish to go down again Only by pecking Yin Chenglan can he relieve his anger.

After traveling for two days, they met Yan Chu and Ji Yushan at the southwest border. The two had heard a little about Yin Chenglan's actions in the southwest city, but they were all based on rumors, so it was difficult to tell the truth from the fake.

However, both of them are people with exquisite hearts. When they saw Yin Chenglan sitting in the carriage again, they only felt that the man's gestures were elegant and noble, and his demeanor was natural, which was not something ordinary people could have. It's not groundless.

Yan Chu and Ji Yushan didn't fully know his identity, they just had some vague guesses, but when they met again, the relationship between them was obviously much more restrained than before.

With a sullen face, Yan Chu injected medicine for him, but didn't say a word, as if he was worried.On the other hand, Ji Yushan pursed his lower lip hesitantly, clutching the hem of his clothes on his knees, with blue veins floating on the back of his hands.

Among the three, Yin Chenglan was the only one with a calm demeanor, making tea for the two of them and chatting as usual. The Big Dipper was divided into two, half of which was ground into medicinal powder and mixed into his decoction, and the other half was in Yan Chu's hands. , when light falls on it, it reflects a little bit of starlight, like the black eyes of a little yellow bird.

Yin Chenglan couldn't help but think of Qi Ying talking about Lingjiang flying into Meixie forest to fetch stones when Qi Ying reported to him, and the fire that seemed to be burning in the forest. Although it is not clear how Lingjiang retrieved the Big Dipper Stone, but now he knows his Given his identity, he was sure that the blaze had something to do with Ling Jiang.

The little bird had a stiff mouth and regarded himself as a dead duck, thinking that if he didn't admit it, everything would be fine.