Grandpa is such a bird

The two were very close, almost face to face. Ling Jiang's sound was like a magic voice, and Yin Chenglan's ears rang for a while, and he forgot all about what he wanted to do just now. He frowned and tilted his head, paying attention. The power shifted to Lingjiang's words.

"Tell me what you think." Yin Chenglan slid his hand around Lingjiang's back, pressed it to his buttocks, and threatened lazily: "If you can't say anything, just wait for the board."

This feeling, this scene, this person, this hand, and the place he touched made Ling Jiang's heart flutter, and he asked flickeringly, "Do you need to take off your pants?"

Yin Chenglan smiled coldly: "Phantom into the original form and fight again."

Lingjiang: "..."

What else can you see, can't you be a little emotional?

"Time, time is the loophole. Before I came here, I couldn't figure out the reason why you deliberately retreated until I saw him." Ling Jiang felt warm, rolled over from Yin Chenglan, and lay down again. Who knew he could still control it? Don't live by yourself.

Ling Jiang casually took off his outer clothes and threw them under the bed, lying side by side with him, under a blanket, sniffing Yin Chenglan's breath, and said, "Don't you explain the origin of that boy."

It almost became his eldest son's smash.

Nothing can be seen in the dark, only the sound of snow falling outside the house and the breathing of the people around you are entangled in your ears. On a snowy night, lying in each other's arms, this is a kind of memory that makes people feel comfortable and lazy even after many years.

Yin Chenglan said lightly: "Do you need it?"

Ling Jiang smiled silently, and wrapped his fingers around Yin Chenglan's blue hair: "The road you paved for the emperor is Ruisi. I thought he had something to do with you before, but I didn't realize it until he called you foster father. He looks like him." It's not you, but the emperor. You buried your man in the imperial court's army, so there should be someone in the imperial court, and you cut your own back just to paralyze the emperor and send this man into the imperial palace."

Yin Chenglan snorted noncommittally: "Continue."

Ling Jiang said: "You not only want to send him to the palace, you also want the emperor to appoint him as the crown prince, but this is a bit difficult, because the emperor cannot appoint someone who suddenly appeared as the crown prince."

Yin Chenglan sighed: "Then what do you think should be done?"

Ling Jiang raised his head and rested his head comfortably on Yin Chenglan's shoulder: "You need someone beside the emperor who can make the emperor trust him wholeheartedly and never doubt him, but the emperor will believe everything he says and can influence the emperor's will." willingness to change the decisions he made."

"Who do you think is suitable?" He pushed Lingjiang's head off.

Ling Jiang said dissatisfiedly: "Stingy." Then he put his head over and stretched out an arm to press Yin Chenglan's chest: "It is very important to choose this person. He cannot be a high-ranking official, because the bigger the official, the more the emperor will be." Doubt him. You can’t hold military power, because the emperor will fear him because of his high achievements, and this person can’t be a relative of the emperor, otherwise the emperor will think that he has bad intentions.”

"According to your analysis, there is no suitable person except the eunuch." Yin Chenglan couldn't push him away, and it was uncomfortable to be pressed by him. on Jiang.

Ling Jiang smiled secretly and put the other arm on his arm: "Eunuch is even worse, how can an eunuch control the emperor's will?"

He said: "This person not only has a special status, but also has a particular timing when he appears by the emperor's side. If he appears by chance, or must appear for some reason, I don't think God will send you the east wind just because you want it." Dongfeng, the only possibility is to create a violent wind and waves, so that the emperor can't stand in the wind and waves, and take the initiative to find this person."

Yin Chenglan raised the corners of his lips: "Really."

Ling Jiang's eyes were burning in the darkness: "At that time, you went to the southwest in person, not just to jump off the cliff to show the emperor."

Do you dare to be so skinny?

Yin Chenglan hummed with a half-smile: "You haven't said who this person is yet."

Lingjiang's hand pressing on Yin Chenglan's body wrote a word on his chest -- Buddha.

No one spoke in the room for a while.

When Lingjiang even wondered whether Yin Chenglan was asleep, the man suddenly laughed lowly: "You, you, I didn't expect that I would pick up a very smart bird."

Lingjiang also wrapped his legs around him, then tightened his arms violently, and twisted the loose fried dough stick into a hemp flower that could not be untied. He pressed his forehead against Yin Chenglan, exhaled like blue, and said softly: "But The time is too short, maybe the emperor won't be able to see it, but someone will always be able to notice it, and once this sign reaches the emperor's ears and arouses his suspicion, all your previous efforts will be in vain."

Time is an ingenious game, if it is used well, after hundreds of thousands of years, later generations will suddenly look back, and only then can they appreciate the good intentions of the Prophet from all the insignificant turmoil that passed through those long years.

Time is also an invisible knife, which cuts one thing into countless tiny fragments, and then hides it in the vast sea of ​​time, using its unique means to quietly piece together an unimaginable web , Only those who stand outside of time can finally look down and see the shape of this net.

However, outside of time is death.

"With too little time, many things will change from 'coincidence' to 'ulterior motives'. Nineteen, I don't believe you haven't thought about this issue." Ling Jiang rubbed his forehead against him.

Yin Chenglan was flustered by his movements, and retreated a little distance. He tried to struggle, but he couldn't break free, and found that the limbs of the two were entangled like a knot at some point.

Yin Chenglan inexplicably misses Lingjiang's feathered little wings, no matter how they look like chicken wings, they are better than these two tight, powerful and flexible arms, which are almost growing to his body.

I had no choice but to focus all my attention on Lingjiang's words, and control myself not to pay attention to the entangled posture of the two of them: "Think about it, so what can I do."

He knew that time was too tight, too urgent, too hasty, and that time was a loophole, and the successive "coincidences" would arouse the emperor's suspicion, but he had no choice, didn't he?

Time is the guarantee of this game, but it is not his, because he has never had time, his time has already turned into a boiling poison, which can swallow him into the abyss anytime and anywhere, and it is impossible to turn over forever .

Ling Jiangdao: "You still have six months, give me two months, let's go to northern Xinjiang, find Han Xiangxiang, if we can find all the antidote, you will never have a knife hanging on your head again gone."

Yin Chenglan smiled, and sprayed warm breath on Lingjiang's face: "What if you don't find it?"

Lingjiang's heart twitched, he lowered his eyes, and put his forehead against Yin Chenglan quietly: "If you don't find it... I will kill the emperor for you and pave the road you want, and these two months will not let you go in vain. wasteful."

Yin Chenglan looked at the person who was close at hand in the dimness. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt an indescribable heaviness. The hands wrapped around him seemed to be wrapped around his heart. , suddenly tightened the strength, causing Yin Chenglan's heart to suddenly ache.

He fell silent, avoiding Lingjiang's closeness, looking sideways at the dark room, gradually falling snow left a withered and drifting dance on the paper window, Yin Chenglan wondered blankly, when will it be dawn?

"I don't agree," he said.

Ling Jiang looked at his side face and closed his eyes sadly.

The snow that had fallen all night finally stopped before dawn, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness outside the house.

When Yin Chenglan woke up, he found that the person on the bed had disappeared. He touched the cold side of the bed, feeling extremely uncomfortable for a moment.

At this time, the door creaked open.

Yin Chenglan raised his eyes and saw Ling Jiang standing at the door, looking at him with a calm expression.

Yin Chenglan pursed his lower lip, his eyes drifted around, and then landed on Lingjiang: "Where are you going—poof!" He just opened his mouth to speak, when a snowball suddenly hit his face, and there was a puff The heavenly girl scattered flowers on Zhang's handsome face.

Yin Chenglan wiped off the scum on his face angrily, "Lingjiang, you—pupupupu!"

Snowballs the size of steamed buns shot at Yin Chenglan one by one, taking advantage of his unpreparedness to attack him, smashing his head, and freezing his ass, in order to relieve Lingjiang's suffocation that had been held in the middle of the night.

This little bird is really ruthless. He got up early in the morning and made more than a dozen snowballs, just waiting for this time. When he threw the snowballs, he was ruthless and accurate. The man's face was smashed, and the snowball made him feel very solid. It was not only cold, but also painful when it hit his face. After a dozen snowballs fell, Yin Chenglan didn't even dare to scold him, so he just pulled the quilt over it He shook his head, and said loudly under the quilt: "Lingjiang, you dare to offend me, you are treasonous, you—"

Ling Jiang walked slowly to the bed, raised his hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, come out, I'm teasing you."

The lump under the quilt moved, and Yin Chenglan felt ashamed and threw it home. The bird really hadn't been on the house for three days, and it was almost crawling on his head. He pulled the quilt away with gritted teeth, and was about to teach him a lesson. As soon as he showed his face, he saw a snowball the size of a stone mill on his head, and without warning, it hit him on the head.

That scene can't be called not spectacular, it can't be called not gorgeous, it can't be called not relieved!

Yin Chenglan: "..."

He clearly saw Lingjiang's smug smirk behind Xueqiu, his eyes darkened, he took his breath away, and his figure swayed, as if he was about to faint.

However, he didn't know whether he was knocked unconscious or fainted by anger. All in all, in the blink of an eye, he thought that any reason would be embarrassing, so at the moment when he was about to fall, he supported his body, and sat so rigidly. In the snow on the bed, the eighteen generations of Lingjiang's ancestors were dragged out to greet him.

"Nineteen." Ling Jiang shouted.

Yin Chenglan was about to die of anger. He slapped the snow off his face, shoulders, and neck, and raised his eyes angrily.

Ling Jiang squatted beside the bed, raised his head, and said persistently: "If you are destined to die in the end, I would rather you die in my hands."

Yin Chenglan was taken aback for a moment, and Lingjiang stretched out his red hand to hold him: "In this way, I am willing to let you go."

The affection in his eyes was clearly clarified in the heavy snow, just like the cleanness and transparency of Tianshan lakes that Yin Chenglan would never see in his life. He stared at him blankly, his throat was sore and tight, and he looked down to see the broken snow all over him. He murmured: "Are you afraid that I will be angry when you say that..."

Ling Jiang blinked, and a hint of cunning flashed in his dark eyes: "Who said otherwise?"

Yin Chenglan: "..."

The moment he was touched just now, he was eaten by the dog.

Just when Lingjiang was trying his best to get Yin Chenglan to go to the north of Xinjiang, within a few days, Lian Songge suddenly came riding flying dust and snow.

As soon as he arrived at the ancient temple, he threw a bag of things to Yin Chenglan, as if he would burn his hands if he touched it too much.

Yin Chenglan glanced at him, opened the package, and saw a letter sealed in gold with wax paint.

His face changed slightly, and he held the letter for a long time without opening it.

Ling Jiang leaned over to look, and smelled a faint fragrance from the letter paper.

Yin Chenglan took out the letter paper in silence, and opened it reluctantly.

There were only a few words on the letter, and it was written in beautiful ink: Xuemo tribe, come quickly.