Grandpa is such a bird

No one wanted to kill the emperor more than Yin Chenglan, peeled his skin, dug out his bones, let his blood out, and saw how much his conscience weighed in his chest.

But no one has seen more rivers of blood, corpses and bones than Yin Chenglan.It is the name that can not be engraved on the tombstone without words. It has created the Dajing Dynasty with a stable border today. It is he who went there, watched it with his own eyes, and killed it with his own hands.

Yin Chenglan's body was filled with blood of hatred, but he was soaked in the bones of a gentleman who also helped the world. He would not be able to do things like harming the people and harming the country in this life.

His heart was in turmoil, not indifferent.

Yin Chenglan was distraught and unable to vent, so he could only rely on this meticulous work to extinguish his inner irritability. He wiped off the formed mold for the third time, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He heard the sound of fluttering moths in his ears, he resisted the boredom in his heart and opened his eyes, and looked at the bird hanging upside down. Unable to hear the emotion, he said, "What are you looking at?"

Lingjiang loosened his claws, fell from the eaves of the door, and rolled onto the cloud quilt in the car, got up and shook his hair, raised his head and said seriously: "Look at you."

Yin Chenglan used a lot of energy to deliberately suppress his emotions, so that he was a little slow to react now, he lowered his eyes for a moment, and then casually said: "Well, you are also good-looking."

Lingjiang spread her little wings and looked down at herself: "Where do I look good?"

Yin Chenglan: "..."

The emotions were forcibly interrupted, and Yin Chenglan had no choice but to focus on the little yellow bird. The little yellow bird has yellow feathers, yellow claws, yellow belly, and yellow belly. Apart from being yellow and tender, it is really not good-looking, but cute.

Except for the occasional hooliganism, Yin Chenglan is more virtuous at other times, so he said politely: "It's cute and beautiful."

Lingjiang was very satisfied, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a human form, sat cross-legged in front of him, and raised his chin at Yin Chenglan: "Then why do I look good like this?"

Yin Chenglan: "..."

shameless.

I had to look at Lingjiang's human form.

This is the second time he has seen its phantom with his own eyes, and it is still difficult to accept such a visual shock. Yin Chenglan's Adam's apple rolled, and he struggled to maintain a calm posture.

Fortunately, Lingjiang's human figure is very eye-catching, so that he won't be blinded after being shocked. As early as when the three portraits were delivered to him, Yin Chenglan knew that this person was handsome and handsome, and now Lingjiang Sitting in the carriage, Jiang was young and vigorous, his whole body seemed to be shining, and he was flamboyant. Yin Chenglan had never seen it for many years, and only young people could have a high spirited spirit.

His eyes are also very colorful, like two balls of fine ink, the black is thick, when there is light falling on them, there will be light and shadow refraction, as if reflecting the mountains, rivers, clouds, sky, stars and sea, so bright and magnificent that people can't take their eyes off .

Seeing that Yin Chenglan looked at him silently, Ling Jiang felt complacent. He couldn't see good or bad from his face, but if he could make Yin Chenglan look handsome, it would be considered not in vain.

But he is good-looking because he is good-looking, and he is not from a girl's family. Why is he so good-looking, Yin Chenglan sees that he is still waiting for his own appreciation, so he begs for it: "Raise your glass and look at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree before the wind."

Lingjiang's eyes were full of light, like the sun shining on the clear river water, and the ripples were a piece of fine silver light.

"Do you understand?" Yin Chenglan raised his eyebrows, stroked a piece of log in his hand, and picked up the carving knife again.

Lingjiang shook his head: "Just praise me."

Yin Chenglan really wanted to give him a blank look, but he held back because it looked indecent. He slowly thinned the stick, not knowing what he was going to cut.

Ling Jiang sat cross-legged in front of him quietly, with one elbow propped on his knee, his face resting on his face, and his head tilted.

Yin Chenglan didn't know what he could think in his little bird's head, so he casually talked about it: "Then tell me, how do I look good?"

It seems that he doesn't care, but he chatted about nothing else, he only talked about this one, as if he was saying, who can't be a stinker.

Ling Jiang propped up his cheeks, and his eyes greedily rolled around Yin Chenglan's face. The person being looked at subconsciously straightened his back, and his eyes collided, as if he was still looking forward to it.

"You look good everywhere."

Lingjiang studied his face.

Yin Chenglan found a trace of affection from his clear almost straight eyes, he was slightly stunned, his heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know if it was his own illusion.

Yin Chenglan took the lead to look away, pursed his lips and smiled, the long eyelashes traced the slender and dark corners of his eyes, he lowered his eyes, and drew a slender arc on the small wooden stick with a sharp carving knife, the slender Brushing away the crumbs with your fingers: "You, isn't this pretty good at talking? It's okay what old-fashioned people do."

Lingjiang said as it should: "Sometimes you are old-fashioned."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

He wanted to take back his last sentence, firmly.

Halfway through the journey, Yan Chu and Ji Yushan shared the whip with them and returned to the Valley of the Godly Doctor. One of them was more heartless than the other. Only Ji Yushan watched them reluctantly, wishing to wave a small handkerchief and be with their children. A total of stained towels'.

However, the reluctant pavilion master was hypocritical and polite, and the reluctant little bird was cold and indifferent. He devoted all his heart to the false pavilion master, gave him a reserved look, and then ran away with him.

Yan Chu had no choice but to step up, grab Ji Yushan's neck, and forcefully drag him back to the carriage.Before leaving, he got out of the carriage and walked up to Yin Chenglan and whispered a few words.

"...This man is cruel and arrogant. If he knows that you are trying to break his poison, he will definitely stop him. If you meet someone, avoid him if you can. The most important thing right now is to detoxify him first."

Yin Chenglan nodded, and said quietly: "My brother is really good at finding this person."

Yan Chu sneered: "There are only two flavors left in the eight flavors, and you are not insignificant."

After laughing, he remembered his identity again, and made a face like eating shit, but when he said goodbye, he still performed thoughtful etiquette.

After half a month, Lingjiang and the others finally returned to Yufeng Pavilion.

There are a lot of cases backlogged in the pavilion. When Yin Chenglan saw it, he didn't even open it. He put his hands in his sleeves, ready to do nothing, and said without sincerity: "Then there will be a boss."

The little yellow bird stood proudly on Yin Chenglan's shoulder, and nodded, "Thank you."

The corners of his eyes twitched as soon as he pressed the song, he really wanted to use the desk full of files to shoot a person and a bird flying, as far as possible, he understood what it means to have a crooked upper beam and a crooked lower beam.

The boats and cars were tiring, and everyone went back to their houses. This night, everyone slept very peacefully.

Ling Jiang moaned and chirped in his nest, and then lay down in the bird's nest with his little butt pouted, chanting 'Yin Chenglan', and fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn, the person he was thinking of poked him out of the comfortable bird's nest with a bamboo pole.

The moment he woke up with dark circles under his eyes, Ling Jiang felt that Yin Chenglan didn't look good anywhere.

"..."

"Go out and fly in the morning. I won't stop, and I won't land." Yin Chenglan changed the file, polished the things that were not carved on the road, and carefully polished off the edges and corners. After erasing the edges and corners of the knife, a narrow The appearance then floated out.

Ling Jiang Xiaomo squatted by the window and yawned, drawing circles on the ground with his small wings: "Aren't you sleepy?"

Yin Chenglan curled his lips into a smile, and the mountain wind blew away his ink-like blue hair, his handsome face looked shockingly good-looking in the dim sky: "No."

Ling Jiang raised his semicircular eyelids, glanced at him, and said worriedly: "I heard that older people feel less, you, you should reflect on yourself."

Before the last words fell, he jumped out. Lingjiang turned his head in mid-air and saw that the master of the pavilion who could pretend to be a show broke his skills in a second, biting his snow-white teeth and showing a ferocious smile.

Ling Jiang wagged his tail, very proud of being able to tear Yin Chenglan's face, seeing the vivid true feelings in him, only then did he realize that he is also a living person who bends the corners of his eyes when he smiles and gnashes his teeth when he is angry Come.

However, the consequences of Lingjiang's actions caused Yin Chenglan's teeth to itch. During lunch, he gnawed on three large bones sprinkled with chili noodles before barely stopping his urge to pluck the hair and fry it in an underwater pan.

Just when Lingjiang unilaterally thought that he and Yin Chenglan were in harmony, he accidentally discovered that Yin Chenglan was still investigating him.

Ling Jiang never went to spy on the letter birds that shuttled around Yin Chenglan's bedroom day and night, but he never thought that one of them flew across thousands of mountains and rivers to check on him.

He was sitting in Yin Chenglan's study room, looking at the ink stains on the table that were drying on the back of the paper. Before the servants had time to put it in the tube and send it out, Ling Jiang, who shouldn't have appeared at this hour, took a good look.

He went out today and unexpectedly came back early. He didn't expect to meet Yin Chenglan doing this kind of thing behind his back as soon as he came back.Although he asked him to investigate him by himself, but what he said was clearly angry words, how could Yin Chenglan really doubt him, Ling Jiang thought angrily, could it be that Yin Chenglan couldn't even hear his own angry words? Not angry enough?

There were thousands of ravines in Lingjiang's heart for a while, and every path was a tumbling river.

The door of the study was pushed open, and Yin Chenglan was pushed in according to the song. When he approached and saw the silent little yellow hair standing on the table, Yin Chenglan was slightly surprised: "You came back early today."

Ling Jiang stared at him coldly, his small round eyes were full of anger.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yin Chenglan glanced behind him, then understood, and coughed softly: "Press the song, you go out first."

Lian Song turned around one person and one bird, saw the little yellow bird was furious, and his fur stood on end, and saw that although the owner of the pavilion had a calm expression, he faintly revealed a trace of guilt. His mind went astray for a moment, and he had a whimsical thought: "Could it be possible that the master gave Xiao Huangmao a cuckold?!"

As soon as this idea appeared, Lian Presse stopped him in horror, with a pale face, and floated out without touching the ground.

Yin Chenglan manipulated the wheelchair and walked to the table, and poured two cups of tea, one in his hand, and the other in front of the little yellow bird's paws.

Although Ling Jiang is not an open and honest gentleman, he can make his sweetheart suspect and investigate again and again, no matter how good-tempered he is, he can't hold it back, and he has a short temper.

He stood on the desk with the aura of a jungle beast, his small round eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sharp edge, Ling Jiang looked down at the ups and downs of the tea leaves, and told the other party with a stubborn posture of turning his head away - he is very upset now .

Yin Chenglan coughed again, and opened the windows. The awe-inspiring mountain scenery in early autumn was laid out in the sixteen windows. , he put down the teacup and said, "What do you want me to say?"

Inexplicably a little false.

Ling Jiang glanced at him with the eyes of the head of the family, and wanted to say something to beat his muddy head full of doubts, when he saw the wheelchair behind Yin Chenglan.

His wheelchair was replaced by a wooden wheelchair carved with ink and black wood. The original green jade one was smashed into pieces along with Yin Chenglan's bloody past at the foot of the steep cliffs on the southwest border.

Those fragments will remain in the smoky forest forever, but the sharp edges and corners are re-buried in Yin Chenglan's unfathomable past, even if he can't see the blood, they can still pierce holes all over his body.

It was those holes that were branded on Yin Chenglan's heart, and the malicious and suspicious gusts howling day and night made him feel suspicious of everything in the world while walking on thin ice.

Ling Jiang hated and annoyed Yin Chenglan's paranoia, but when he thought about the beginning and end reasons, he became distressed again, and could not utter a word of accusation.

The anger that the little yellow bird had built up extinguished itself, and he remained silent for a while, then took bird steps on the table, and walked in front of Yin Chenglan.

Yin Chenglan raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding how the angry little bird fell down again, the little yellow bird took out the teacup in his hand and put it aside, then hugged him with two bright yellow wings finger.

Unable to hold his hand, I had to hold a finger.

Ling Jiang raised his head, and Xiao Hei's eyes were extremely round. His eyes were a little bigger, but Yin Chenglan felt that they seemed to be able to hold the vast sea of ​​stars, hiding the tolerance that ordinary people rarely have: "Nineteen, I will not hurt you. your."

"It's not big or small." Yin Chenglan was shocked by his title, and pinched the tips of his little wings in a funny way: "No one can hurt me." Thinking of Lingjiang's virtue, he added: "There are no birds. "

Ling Jiang didn't joke with him, but still stared at him deeply: "Yes, there used to be."

The smile on Yin Chenglan's lips froze, and the little yellow bird looked at him unblinkingly with those obsidian eyes. Every bird had mountains, rivers and seas in its eyes, but only this one was begging for nothing. Chasing him around, Yin Chenglan was defeated by his almost clear eyes, turned his head away, subconsciously straightened his back.

"Don't talk nonsense." Yin Chenglan said lightly, trying to pull out his fingers, but found that he couldn't pull them out no matter what. The little yellow bird seemed to be holding it in vain, but it had a thousand pounds of strength.

Lingjiang opened his mouth in a gentle voice: "There used to be, but there won't be any in the future, do you believe me?"

If someone has ever pushed you into the abyss, threw you into the icy sea, robbed you of everything, shattered your dignity, I will pull you into the abyss, tumble and disturb the sea, and give you the supreme status Everything that should be, Yin Chenglan, I am willing to do everything for you.

Yin Chenglan's throat seemed to be choked by something.His gentle and gentle brother also said that he believed it, and then threatened him with the life of his biological mother, the lives of the veterans in the court who supported the prince who would rather die than submit, and the lives of 3000 people inside and outside the palace wall, and forced him to die in the deep palace. Under the wall of the palace compound, he took the poison that hurt his heart.

That kind of poison is so hard to find, his eldest brother has spent years looking for it for him.

He just looked for the poison that would kill him, and at the same time pretended to be a brother and friend by his side, like a snake, smiling and showing its poisonous teeth.

It's a creepy malevolence in a camouflage you'll never forget.

The poison flowed through Yin Chenglan's limbs and bones like ten thousand ants piercing his heart. It has been hurting for decades, and it is still continuous, and he has never forgotten it for a day.

After ten years of long torment, Yin Chenglan heard these two words again. Although the person who said it was extremely ridiculous, Yin Chenglan couldn't laugh anymore. He found that his dead heart was gradually rekindling, and he tried , clamoring to touch the edge of the word again.

Yin Chenglan closed his eyes and felt the softness of his fingertips. He felt that he was crazy to trust a flirtatious little bitch.

But the sincerity of the little jerk's tone, the sincerity of his eyes, and the concentration on his expression made him feel... It's okay to just try.

Yin Chenglan bent his lips into a wry smile, opened his eyes, pulled out his fingers, and patted and rubbed the little yellow bird's head, his heart seemed to be relieved, and his eyes were stained with a smile: "Okay, since you said so Yes, then I will trust you."

Ling Jiang also smiled, and turned into a human form in a blink of an eye. He sat on the table, stretched his head towards Yin Chenglan, tilted his head and raised his chin at him, signaling that his head would also be rubbed.

Yin Chenglan's wry smile turned into dumbfounding, so he stretched out his hand again, but he was so big, he only rubbed the bird's head, not the human head. He took out something, bypassed Lingjiang's hair, and inserted it into his black hair like a waterfall of black silk.

Ling Jiang hurriedly went to the bronze mirror to have a look, and found that it was a small wooden stick that Yin Chenglan had been carving and grinding for the past few days, and now it had turned into a finely carved wooden hairpin with wings and feather patterns.

Yin Chenglan put his hands in his sleeves and looked at him: "There is nothing to engrave, so I will engrave a hairpin for you."