Grandpa is such a bird

The majestic and solemn palace hall is heavily guarded, the imperial guards are sharply armored, one post at ten steps, one guard at three miles, and crossbowmen are set up between the inner courtyards under the palace wall. There were [-] o'clock patrols, and under such a defense, when the emperor hid in the palace hall and looked out, he was still frightened.

Everywhere you look, every plant and every tree seems to be rustling in the dark, plotting against something. Behind every door there is a lingering prince hiding, grinning grinningly, trying to snatch his throne and take away him. things, just like when he took him away.

Why isn't he dead yet? The poison didn't kill him, wouldn't he fall to his death even if he fell off the cliff? The emperor's hand on the door and window was tightly clenched, his temples were bulging, with twitching veins, and he looked out of the window with messy eyes.

At this time, the door suddenly rang, and the emperor's eyes widened for a moment, he turned around sharply, and said in a stern voice, "Who? Who is it!"

The little eunuch who was holding the tea staggered and fell to the ground after being yelled at, the tea tray in his hand fell to the ground, tremblingly, "Your Majesty, spare me."

Gong An, who had been by the emperor's side for many years, was delighted to hear the sound, and hurried in, kicking the little eunuch aside: "Your Majesty, it is General Li of the Southwest Army who has returned."

The emperor was overjoyed, and took two steps towards the door. When he saw Li Wei, the Southwest Commander, he asked eagerly, "Is there any trace?"

Li Wei's black armor didn't retreat, he was dusty, shook his head with lowered eyebrows, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't find anyone suspicious."

The emperor's complexion suddenly darkened, and a stern look appeared in his eyes. He was just past his age, and he was in his prime, but his temples were already gray, and there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, all of which were full of anger: "Not found? Not found! Disobedient officials and thieves You ran to show off your power in front of my eyes, and you almost put a knife on my neck, and you said that you didn't find any suspicious people!"

The emperor's chest rose and fell, he took a step back, supported the table behind him, glanced wildly, then turned around and swept all the memorials on the table to the ground: "Where did he go, and how else can he escape!"

Li Wei lifted his shirt and knelt down on one knee, bearing the wrath of the emperor in silence, when an inexplicable imperial decree from the emperor hit him on the head, he wanted to investigate, block the city and the border, without portraits, without cause and effect Catch the rebellious officials and thieves who appeared out of thin air.

The emperor couldn't ask for it, he was panting, and from the corner of the eye, he saw Li Wei's expressionless silence, his shoulders were straight, and the black armor on his shoulders glowed coldly, like the man who was unmoved by the wind and rain, the emperor Suddenly the alarm bells rang in his heart, how did the prince know that he was leaving the palace, how did he know that he was going to listen to the Buddhist scriptures, such a secret thing, I am afraid that only the eyes buried beside him can see it.

He strode forward to Li Wei, bent down and grabbed his armor: "Is it you, are you with him, you plan to harm me, don't you? Don't you! Li Wei, talk!"

The Southwest general frowned and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, who are you talking about?"

The man's raised eyes were full of sincerity, but his eye sockets were too deep and his eyes were too heavy, so that the dazed emperor couldn't see his loyalty clearly. He only felt that the prince's eyes and hands were all over the sky, peeping at him. , wrapped around his throat, pinching him so hard he couldn't breathe.

Angry and frightened, the emperor held back a mouthful of old blood back into his chest, first coughed, and then spit out blood from the corner of his lips, he raised his hand to touch it, and shouted: "Quick... The Zen master brought it, I want to see him."

The father-in-law of the general manager hurriedly sent someone to the Buddhist hall to invite the Zen master in.

It was a young eminent monk, dressed in a blue cassock, as straight as pine, as warm as jade, with clear and clear eyes, like a lake where the ice and snow melted in Tianshan Mountains, reflecting the lake and landscape cleanly. With the bright red Buddhist beads, he bowed slightly to the emperor and recited a Buddha's name.

The emperor leaned on the bed, his face was pale, he seemed to see a reassurance, and beckoned people to come forward: "Zen Master, I eat fast and recite the Buddha, will the Buddha protect me?"

Shanyue lowered her eyes: "It's due to sincerity."

After getting the answer he wanted, the emperor gasped weakly, and nodded his head in a breathless manner.Li Wei on the side looked at him like he was looking at a little eunuch who was scared out of his wits by the emperor just now. Even though he was majestic in front of him, he was like a bird of fear in his heart.

He couldn't help frowning, and couldn't think of who the emperor was afraid of.

After the emperor rested, the two stepped out of the main hall. Feng Jing, the commander of the forbidden army, happened to lead his troops to patrol the front of the hall. When he saw Li Wei, his pupils shrank involuntarily. The southwest checkpoint and the southwest city were two hundred miles away. At that time, before Li Wei arrived, Yin Chenglan made all the calculations and withdrew quickly, so that the southwestern generals were scolded by the emperor without even seeing the rebels face to face.

But who would have thought that even the bones of the rumors did not remain, and even King Huaiyuan, who was bestowed a posthumous title by the emperor, reappeared.

"General Li." Feng Jing called him, eyes flickering, he took half a step forward, but stopped again, Shanyue noticed his movement, moved the prayer beads quietly, and looked at him calmly .

Li Wei frowned: "What does Commander Feng want to say?"

Feng Jing put his hand on the handle of the knife behind his waist, he turned his head and glanced at Shanyue, who recited a Buddhist name, and left with a wink.

Just when Shanyue was about to pass the corner of the palace corridor, he stopped and turned his head. At this moment, Feng Jing seemed to have made a decision, and took the half step he hadn't taken. Go to Li Wei's side.

Zen Master Shanyue slowly looked away, caressing the old Buddhist beads in his hand thoughtfully, his green robe swaying, and then disappeared at the corner of the dimly lit corridor.

The emperor who was lying on the dragon bed in fear suddenly sat up again, and he wiped the cold sweat off his face with his dragon robe.

Eunuch Anxi hurriedly stepped forward: "The emperor may need calming tea."

The emperor looked gloomy, glanced at him, and said nothing.

An Xi's heart tightened when he saw him, fearing that he would not serve his master well, he lost his head, and swallowed: "Your Majesty, Zen Master Shanyue should not have gone far, slave..."

The emperor stood up abruptly, Anxi was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and his head hit the ground heavily, not daring to look up.

The emperor walked directly to the desk, took a wolf hair, and said displeasedly: "Don't roll over and grind it for me."

Anxi trotted over to add water to the inkstone, the emperor wet the nib of the pen impatiently, picked up the pen and wrote on the rice paper.

Anxi accidentally caught a glimpse of the word 'ghost old man', and looked away as if he had seen something terrifying, but the word had already burned into his heart like a ghost, making his hair stand on end , I just feel that my whole body seems to be covered with bugs.

Lingjiang's good days haven't passed for too long, even his wooden hairpin hasn't found someone to show off yet, and the bad news is like a pile of freshly baked bird droppings, falling on the chief executive's desk.

The letter was wrapped in a rag, and inside it was a handful of scattered silver needles and a letter with two ugly characters written crookedly: Lingjiang.

If it wasn't for the familiar silver crochet needle inside, these two words alone would be so ugly that even the head manager shook his hand and threw them out.

Realizing that something might have happened to Yan Chu who parted ways with them halfway, Lian Presse immediately went to Tinghai Building with rags and letters.

Yin Chenglan looked at Yincrochet and before he could speak, Manager Lian, who was leaning against the door with his arms folded, made a logical analysis: "There is no 'Lingjiang' in the pavilion, so it must be someone who is spreading hatred." Is it the wrong place?"

After all, it is not impossible for someone with a bad temper like Yan Chu to make enemies everywhere.

Yin Chenglan glanced at him in a leisurely manner, and he could see all the pride in it. He stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and called out loudly: "Lingjiang."

A small head the size of a yellow apricot hung upside down from the eaves of the carved window, with a tuft of coquettish hair rippling, asking: "What are you doing?"

Double-click the song: "..."

Fuck inside.

Ling Jiang turned over and jumped down, spread his wings and glided to Yin Chenglan's shoulder. With his fingers, he read the letter addressed to him. The person who wrote the letter probably didn't like to use a pen. , Need to go to Qiaojia Town alone.

The ten words, broken apart and crumbled, were all aimed at Lingjiang.

But he can't figure it out, the world is so big, he lives in seclusion, and has never been involved with people in the world, counting Ji Yushan and Yan Chu, they can be counted with one hand, who would pay attention to him Who, besides, he a bird has what attention to be beaten.

When he asked the question, Yin Chenglan lowered his eyes and fiddled with his cuffs. The old god kept silent, raised his brows even according to the song, and curled his lower lip. One of them refused to admit it, and the other didn't want to admit it. This bird can go wherever humans can't go, mountains and rivers, deep palaces and inner courtyards, desperate places in the world, bustling and busy cities, but wherever birds can go, it's like putting their eyes and ears where they can hear and see. No secrets.

The important thing is that this big baby doesn't know he is a baby yet.

But Lingjiang is usually a bit cheap, but not stupid. The ideas of Yin Chenglan and Lian Songe seem to be prosperous, as if with this treasure, it is the emperor favoring which concubine tonight, and what he said on the bed. It can be heard by people thousands of miles away, but even if they get Lingjiang, there are a few people in the world who can control him.

"I'll go and have a look." Ling Jiang said.

The corners of Lian Press's mouth twitched: "What are you going to do, you were taken away after you got down with a net."

He didn't know Ling Jiang's identity yet, and neither Ling Jiang nor Yin Chenglan planned to tell him.

The little yellow bird frowned, and put his little wings behind his back. His idea was very simple. Among the two, Yan Chu held Yin Chenglan's life in his hands, and he could be saved if he didn't, while that bastard Ji Yushan, although he was useless, But with a kind heart, it looks good when you put it on.

Besides, someone coveted him, not Yin Chenglan, which made Lingjiang a little sick.

"I'll send someone to follow you secretly," Yin Chenglan said.

Ling Jiang flew to his lap and waved his wings: "Since the person who kidnapped them let me go alone, he must have been prepared. If your person is discovered, he will implicate me."

After he finished speaking, he paused, looked at Yin Chenglan with a look of 'you know it well', and said in a low voice, "Besides, it's inconvenient."

Lian Pressing the song immediately gave up: "Hey, you are too arrogant, it's inconvenient to hurt you? If you can't save Yan Chu, do you know what the consequences will be!"

Lingjiang couldn't be more clear, he didn't speak, but waited for Yin Chenglan to make a decision.

The man tapped lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair with his slender fingers, thinking about where the hand protruding from behind came from. His eyes shot out from under the thick eyelashes and landed on the immature little yellow hair, and his heart jumped. With a layer of killing intent, if someone dares to hit him, he must be ready to be smashed to pieces.

"You are right. I can promise to let you go by yourself, but my people will follow you three days later. What do you think?"

Before Ling Jiang nodded, he even pressed the song and said: "Master, you just let it do its own thing?"

The corners of Yin Chenglan's lips curled up, thinking of the little yellow bird who swore that day, he hummed, Ling Jiang looked up at him, and also showed a little smile.

What a touching picture of love between a man and a bird, but the chief executive who was forced to appreciate it had only a thousand words of fuck in his heart, and he grinned and thought, "Why don't you pamper me like this."

Ling Jiang left as soon as he said, and went back to the nest, and found that there was nothing to clean up, so he came out again to say goodbye to Yin Chenglan.

"Are you leaving like this? Wait." Yin Chenglan looked around, took a piece of handkerchief from the hanger, and then asked Lian to fetch a handful of concentrated feed, wrapped the feed with the handkerchief, and went from Lian on the way Pressing the song took out a silver ticket and stuffed it in, tied the handkerchief into a small package, and put it in front of Lingjiang.

It is simply "the thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the clothes of a wanderer".

Yin Chenglan has always treated his subordinates well, and treated the bird like a son. Since he is about to go to Lingjiang, the treatment he deserves is indispensable.

Ling Jiang looked at Yin Chenglan, and felt that the man was more pampered and virtuous, almost enough to be a wife, so Lao Huai accepted his virtuousness comfortingly, stuffed his head into the gap of the small bag, carried it behind his back, Leaning over to rub Yin Chenglan's fingers, he said neatly, "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without hesitation. There is no need for too much reluctance and lingering between men. The natural responsibility and responsibility of male animals are integrated in the flesh and blood. As long as the sweetheart needs it, it can turn into a mountain anytime and anywhere. Silent and tenacious support Heaven and earth.