Grandpa is such a bird

Yin Chenglan's face looked good on the spot.

If you don't see it, you can't say it, but when you are touched, you feel aggrieved and awkward, as if you don't say anything, it's like acquiescing to his frivolous action.

But when he said it, it seemed that he was stingy, and he was touched as if he were a girl, and he didn't lose any flesh or skin, which was incredible.

The former crown prince, who was always good at deceiving people's hearts, was stumped, and he went around a few words in his mind, but he couldn't come up with a suitable sentence.

Fortunately, Lingjiang was very thick-skinned, and he didn't need to say anything about it. He sat on the edge of the bed and pressed Yin Chenglan's legs and quilt, and lay down on his back: "I'm sleepy, I'll sleep for a while."

Then he closed his eyes.

Yin Chenglan was still suffocated in his throat from being molested, and now he was pressed by him, and he suddenly lost all his energy. He felt a deep sense of helplessness in his heart, remembering the pride he had when he put Lingjiang down with a shy face, and suddenly My bowels want to regret it.

But when his eyes fell on the young man's frowning eyebrows, he felt that he didn't regret it either.

Helplessly looking at the person lying on the bed: "You have to change your posture."

What is it like to lie on such a slant?

Ling Jiang was waiting for his words, immediately threw off his boots, rolled into the bed, propped his upper body on his elbows, pulled the quilt by a corner, and patted the bed: "Sleep together."

Yin Chenglan was speechless, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, when Ling Jiang stretched his arms across his chest, pressed him back on the bed, and then put the quilt on it.

The two lay side by side for a while, Yin Chenglan had never shared a bed with anyone before, and felt a little uncomfortable, the sound of breathing close to his ears, the warmth emanating from the body, the safe distance being invaded and occupied, etc. This feeling of being dependent on each other made him instinctively want to escape in fear.

Too comfortable, then extremely dangerous.

He was about to lift the quilt again, when an arm suddenly pressed against his chest.

Ling Jiang lay on his side, buried his face in the quilt, patted Yin Chenglan twice with his outstretched hand as if to comfort a child, and said vaguely: "How many times have I slept... What do you care about as a bird with me?" .”

In Yin Chenglan's mind, he instantly recalled the clump of fur that slept peacefully against the back of his hand at night, and a voice said silently: It's a bird, not a human, and there is no human's cunning and hypocrisy.

He is the only bird with only himself in one eye, no mountains and seas, only himself.

Surprisingly, Yin Chenglan gradually relaxed his body, let himself fall into the soft brocade quilt again, the tiredness from not sleeping all night climbed up his eyelids, finally, Yin Chenglan closed his eyes calmly.

The moment he closed his eyes, the drowsy person lying beside him opened his eyes.

Ling Jiang quietly looked at the man who was close at hand, watching him lightly pursing his pale thin lips, his extremely lingering gaze lingered on it, and he wanted to move a few times, but was suppressed.

Lingjiang sighed quietly in his heart, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, the daughter-in-law of many years has turned into a mother-in-law, there is still time to wait, no matter how urgent, you have to hold back.

As soon as I fell asleep, I slept until noon.

Someone outside the house spoke in a low voice, Yin Chenglan opened his eyes, looking at the sunlight outside the window, a little surprised.

For the first time in his life, he didn't fall into a coma because of the poisonous hair, but actually slept in and slept until now. This is an almost novel feeling for him. Empty, don't think about anything, don't have to think about anything, just like a puddle of water limp on the bed, having a dream of floating life that won't wake up for the rest of your life.

Ling Jiang opened the door and walked in, and at a glance, he saw the person on the bed with black hair like a waterfall, winding all over the pillow, Yin Chenglan raised his eyes to look at him, and the noon sun shining in from the door fell into his dark eyes, as if falling stars The sea, with ripples in his eyes.

There was a "bang" in Lingjiang's mind, something shattered on the ground, his Adam's apple rolled, and a gust of evil wind floated over. He sat on the edge of the bed and held Yin Chenglan's shoulder, staring at him with piercing eyes.

"What did Wang Zhu tell you?" Yin Chenglan didn't understand, so he looked down at his hand on his shoulder.

His neckline was slightly open, revealing a section of honey-colored skin, Ling Jiang's hand holding his shoulder tightened a little bit, staring at the man's naked skin, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his hand tried to tear the slightly open neckline several times open, then lean over...

Finally, he resisted the impulse with difficulty, grabbed Yin Chenglan's clothes, then slowly loosened his paws, straightened his collar, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "He asked me if Han Xiangxiang was really in our hands." .”

Yin Chenglan fended off his paws that were groping on his chest, and said with a sneer, "The old guy, the master can't find it, and other news is quite well-informed."

Ling Jiang reluctantly glanced at his neckline, then got up and sat down at the table, poured a glass of cold water with his head up, and calmly asked, "Does he have a problem?"

"People who are close to Yan Chu need to be suspicious." After speaking, seeing that Lingjiang had poured three cups of cold water in a row, and was picking up the kettle to blow directly to his mouth, he asked in surprise, "Aren't you afraid of diarrhea after drinking so much?"

Birds have delicate stomachs.

Lingjiang squirted far away with a puff. After spraying, he calmly wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and walked out the door without looking back, saying, "I'll go out for a while."

Leaving behind a slightly messy handsome back, Yin Chenglan saw it and tasted a hint of fleeing.

When Yin Chenglan went out for lunch, there were already two or three more tables of quacks dressed as short-breasted warriors in the simple inn than before.

He drank the astringent and bitter tea in the inn silently, and heard the Jianghu people deliberately lower their voices and said: "I just received the news last night, saying that Han Perfume and Big Dipper Stone are on that person... The people I met at Fangping Temple before..."

Wang Zhu, the housekeeper of the genius doctor Gu, walked into the lobby, followed by several guards. When he saw Yin Chenglan, he paused, walked over and saluted respectfully: "My lord."

Yin Chenglan didn't reveal his identity, so Wang Zhu didn't reveal it either. He greeted him decently and stood aside with his hands tied.

Yin Chenglan: "No result?"

As soon as he spoke, the sparse wrinkles on Wang Zhu's face seemed to be overflowing with bitter water, and he said, "No, I've gone to the markets in nearby towns and asked, and they all said that they didn't see anyone suspicious."

Yin Chenglan's fingers turned around the edge of the rough teacup: "It's not easy to rob someone under the eyes of Yufeng Pavilion and Miracle Doctor Gu, without any clues."

Wang Zhu nodded, squeezed the wrinkles on his face together again, clenched his thin and vicissitudes of life into fists, and the uncontrollable sorrow was completely revealed.

A table of Jiang Hu people not far away got together again and whispered: "There are eight kinds handed down from ancient times. If you can get two of them, even if you can call wind and rain, that person doesn't know the origin of it, so powerful."

"If someone can collect all the natural treasures, can they really bring the dead back to life?"

Yin Chenglan drank tea silently. After Wang Zhu listened for a while, he couldn't help but whispered, "My lord, is there any danger on my Valley Master's body?"

The second half of the sentence was deliberately left unspoken.

Yin Chenglan glanced at him, and tapped the table with his slender fingers: "Few people know about this, and the robbers may not know about it. Besides, if the robbers know about this, it will be easier for Brother Yan to find him."

"What do you mean, son?"

The corners of Yin Chenglan's lips curled upwards, like a smile, but also with a sharp and bloody madness, he gracefully rolled up his sleeves and poured a cup of tea, and said: "Nowadays there is a lot of rumors about these treasures in the world, but the truth is But few people know about it, if the person who kidnapped Yan Chu had this idea, I’m afraid it will come to nothing, because those things are not in Yan Chu’s hands.”

Wang Zhu raised his turbid eyes slightly, then lowered them restrainedly, only to hear Yin Chenglan say indifferently: "So what's the use of arresting him, he's just a doctor."

Wang Zhu was about to say something else, but the sound of fighting suddenly came from behind, and the muttering people from the rivers and lakes stood up in unison, and showed their weapons, pointing directly at the place where the sword blade was, Lingjiang stood against the light at the door .

The young man moved his wrists, stretched every joint in his body, looked through the crowd and exchanged a glance with Yin Chenglan, nodded lightly, and then rushed into the crowd with bare hands.

His figure is extremely graceful, and he is pleasing to the eye amidst the flying tables, chairs, benches and swords and swords. In less than a cup of tea, the rough inn is already full of big men rolling on the floor.

A tall and burly man was grabbed by Ling Jiang's wrist and folded in the opposite direction with skillful strength, with a heart-piercing cry of pain from his mouth.

Ling Jiang squinted at him, knowingly asked: "Who told you to come?"

The man reported his sect, and shouted with a painful and tangled expression: "Hand over your things, and the Yujian sect will spare you!"

Ling Jiang made a farewell force, threw the man on the ground neatly, clapped his hands, and wanted to look up to see the people in the inn, but his waist and abdomen suddenly hurt, and he bent down involuntarily to cover it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a peanut rolling to his feet.

"Are you injured? Come here, let me take a look." Yin Chenglan sat in a corner not touched by the fight, and said with a concerned tone.

Although he didn't know which part he was going to perform, but how could he turn a blind eye to him who was supposed to cooperate with him in the performance, Ling Jiang immediately turned pale, pressed his waist, and walked over fluffy with his feet.

"It's okay, cough." Ling Jiang stood beside Yin Chenglan, a few steps away, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, and he said something expressionless, but the corners of his lips trembled indistinctly, as if he wanted to cough , but tried to bear it back, with a desolate look of being stubborn and stubborn.

If it wasn't for Yin Chenglan who knew everything about him, he would almost have thought that he was seriously injured, silently smacking in his heart, and found that this little bird was very skilled and good at acting.

"It's fine, where are the things?" Yin Chenglan said in a voice that only two people could hear.

Ling Jiang frowned, did not speak, but subconsciously covered his chest with his hands, Yin Chenglan nodded inconspicuously, as if exhaling lightly, then turned to Wang Zhu and said, "You don't need to worry, if the robbers really As I said, it should not hurt your son, if he can't get what he wants, he will find another way."

Wang Zhu nodded and thanked him gratefully.

Yin Chenglan waved his hand and signaled Lingjiang to follow. The latter silently supported the wheelchair and pushed him into the room. He couldn't help but coughed out in a low voice on the way, but quickly held back and straightened his shoulders.

The housekeeper of Miracle Doctor Valley watched their figures disappear into the corridor of the inn, his anxious eyes just now became gloomy in an instant, his expression didn't change at all, and he even maintained a humble posture in his movements. It's indescribably cold.

"Uncle Wang, I have searched all over the valley, but I can't find it. Could it be that they are on them?" One of the guards glanced at the Jianghu people walking outside in twos and threes in the lobby of the inn, and said.

Wang Zhu indifferently looked down at the area under his feet.

The guard listened to him again, with an uncontrollable tremor in his tone: "In addition to the cold perfume, they have seven kinds in their hands... Now there are only two of them, one is disabled and the other is seriously injured, why don't we take this opportunity... "

Compared with the knife with his hand, he made a downward movement.

Wang Zhu glanced at him with a deep meaning in his eyes. He stroked his cuff and said, "The owner of the valley is willing to make a wedding dress for others rather than use it for himself. Frankly, remember, we got the eight kinds of natural talents and rare treasures just to make the Miracle Doctor Valley flourish, not for our own self-interest. When the Miracle Doctor Valley becomes famous in the world, the owner of the valley will definitely forgive us on that day of."

The rest nodded in unison, Wang Zhu put his hands behind his back, and said slowly, "Go tonight, be careful, take medicine before going in."

Ling Jiang pushed Yin Chenglan into the guest room. As soon as he entered the door, even a wheelchair was pushed against the door. He bent over to support the wheelchair on both sides, and looked down at the person: "Explain."

Yin Chenglan was forced to raise his head and leaned back uncomfortably, and found that the distance between the two was still too close, and the breath exhaled by the young man faintly fell in front of his eyes.

All I could say was, "Can you change your position?"

This sentence was plain and simple, but it made Lingjiang startled on the spot, his thoughts quickly drifted away from a room of unhappy people outside the door, and wandered around somewhere, and Lingjiang's face turned red as he drifted straight.

Rubbing his lips with his fingers, he blushed and said, "Do you like changing positions very much? What positions do you like?"

Yin Chenglan was stunned for a moment, and inexplicably saw the bird rushing out like a wave, he blinked, and moved his mind a little, he didn't know if he understood or not, in short, his face suddenly darkened, and he raised his hand to pat Lingjiang. On the head, he said angrily: "You bastard, what are you thinking about all day long!"