Grandpa is such a bird

Yin Chenglan carried Lingjiang onto the giant long-haired beast.

This is a kind of snow yak raised by the Xuemo tribe. It is naturally tall, mighty, and powerful. It can live in the snow for a month without eating or drinking. They are covered with long hair and can withstand all wind and snow in snowy nights.

There is a saddle on the snowy yak, and the reins are attached to the two big horns. Even according to the songbook, he planned to pick up Lingjiang, but Yin Chenglan dodged it: "I'm coming, you go to rest too."

I even scratched my head according to the song, and forgot about this. The bird lover, who had so many hands, turned over and jumped on a yak. ​​When he sat up, he raised his head and accidentally bumped into a pair of eyes.

The owner of the eyes is a foreign maid who follows Madam Yin. The maid's face is wrapped in black cloth, but her eyes are clear and agile. With a smile, the maid flicked the whip rope and steered the yak to the front.

Lian Pressing Song made sure that the maid was definitely not looking at her, and turned her head in her direction just now, just in time to see Yin Chenglan's upright and resolute figure.

"..."

Lian Pressing his chin, he clicked his tongue meaningfully.

The back of the snowy yak is very spacious. Yin Chenglan let Ling Jiang half lean on him, and covered him with a cloak up and down in his arms. From the outside, it was almost impossible to see that there was someone hidden in his arms.

When the little bird was awake, it opened its teeth and claws and domineeringly, but when it fell asleep, it was obedient, quietly huddled in his arms and closed its eyes. Yin Chenglan remembered that he had never seen anyone else fall asleep while looking like a human.

... Although they roll together every day, Ling Jiang sleeps later than him, wakes up earlier than him, and lives like a hardworking big rooster.

Yin Qingyi rode the snowy yak alongside him, and said, "How is that child?"

Yin Chenglan rubbed Lingjiang's shoulder with his hand hidden under the cloak: "He was poisoned by the scorpion, just wait for the place to force the poisonous blood out of him."

Yin Qingyi nodded and said, "Then let's speed up and go back to the tribe earlier, and let Toya help you after we go back."

Toya is the maid behind her.

Yin Chenglan responded, and the hand under the cloak retaliated by pulling Lingjiang's cheek, thinking: "Little bird, you will cause trouble."

Not long after, the heavy snow began to flutter again, and the surrounding area was filled with white mist. At a glance, thousands of miles are white. If you are not very familiar with people in northern Xinjiang, you may not see a person for several days and nights.

The snowy yak walked against the wind and snow for nearly four hours, and the rolling and majestic snow mountains appeared in the field of vision. At this time, the sky was no longer gray and white, reflecting the extremely high and far blue snow mountains.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, there is a pine forest covered in silver. There are stretches of houses with high feet and sloping eaves in the forest. A few wisps of faint green smoke curl up from the pine forest and white snow, adding a bit of human fireworks to this fairyland. .

There is snowmelt powder sprinkled around the house, so the road is much easier after entering the tribe.

Yin Qingyi asked Tuoya to take them to the arranged house to rest, and went to gather a few elders in the tribe by herself. After they settled down and rested, they would meet tomorrow.

There was a charcoal fire in the room, it was very warm, Lian Song helped put Ling Jiang on the bed.

"My lord, if you need anything else, you can tell me." Toya spoke not-so-fluent Chinese, and put the jar of wine that Yin Chenglan ordered before entering the house on the table covered with animal skins, then stood aside and looked at them , she combed two thick black braids, and hung a string of copper bells on her hair, and she looked very handsome.

Yin Chenglan thanked her and let her leave.

Looking at Toya's leaving back, he wanted to say something. When he turned his head, he saw Yin Chenglan pouring a glass of wine into the charcoal stove on the table. The flames illuminated the room brightly.

Yin Chenglan sat by the bed, took out a silver knife, quenched the wine, put it on the fire, and then took Lingjiang's hand from the quilt and held it in his hand.

Lian pressed the song and saw that the well-proportioned hands were already swollen, and there was a frightening bruise under the skin.

Yin Chenglan said: "Hold him, don't let him move."

Lian pressed the song and jumped onto the bed, straddled Lingjiang's lap, pressed his lower body with his legs, raised his waist, and pressed Lingjiang's shoulder again.

This is a standard and efficient posture for controlling the wounded, often used on the battlefield.

Yin Chenglan frowned: "..."

"Come down and change positions."

Lian Presse had no choice but to climb down, and said aggrievedly: "I'm afraid he won't be able to hold it because of the pain in other positions."

Yin Chenglan moved his lips, looking unwilling, but right now he was the only one, if Lingjiang rolled in pain, it was inevitable that he would not hurt him, so he nodded coldly.

"……Need not."

A weak voice said, Ling Jiang opened his eyes, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were almost colorless, he barely raised his hand, and looked at Yin Chenglan calmly: "Do it, don't worry about me."

"It will hurt."

Ling Jiang hummed.

The man pursed his lower lip, and the silver knife shone with a dignified light in the fire. He stopped hesitating, hung Lingjiang's hand on a small wooden basin, and began to say something, then cut his knife open. the back of the hand.

It's not just a wound, but the whole thin skin is cut open, and then the poisonous blood inside is forced out. Yin Chenglan stabs the back of the hand, and the bone can be seen deep, and then continues to quickly cut out each finger pulp. a wound.

The blade was very thin, and the cuts were thin and deep. Wuqing's poisonous blood gushed out in an instant, flowing from Lingjiang's hand to Yin Chenglan's, and then into the wooden basin. After a while, the room was full of thick The bloody smell, the picture is very tragic.

Ling Jiang stared straight at Yin Chenglan's face, as if unaware of the wound.

But it wasn't more painful. When the wound was gradually bleeding red blood, Yin Chenglan quickly picked up the wine jar on the table, glanced at him, and said, "Hold it."

After speaking, he poured wine on the wound.

The scorching pain instantly spread from the back of his hand and fingertips to his whole body, like ten thousand ants gnawing at his bones. Lingjiang's complexion changed, and he was even paler than before, and a layer of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead. He trembled all over, and his forehead was bulging with blue veins.

Seeing this, Lian Presse immediately stepped forward to hold him down, but Ling Jiang only endured the moment of violent trembling, staring at Yin Chenglan's face with burning eyes, sweat rolling from his forehead into his eyes, staining his eyes. With red eyes, Ling Jiang stared at the man in front of him, as if he was all his comfort.

Yin Chenglan didn't look at him. After disinfection, he quickly applied the medicine, wrapped Lingjiang's hand with gauze, and then followed the same steps on the other hand, until both hands were wrapped in gauze, then Yin Chenglan let go. Taking a breath, he turned to look at Lingjiang.

The room was full of blood, the small wooden basin on the ground was half filled with black blood, Ling Jiang on the bed was soaked, panting slightly, the ink hair wet by sweat stuck to his temples, on his lips There was a wound bitten by himself, and a drop of blood rolled down the corner of his lips. The bright red blood reflected his pale cheeks, which was particularly shocking.

Yin Chenglan was not much better than him. When he came back to his senses, he was covered in sweat. He threw the knife, and his body tensed and lost strength. .

"Go to sleep." Yin Chenglan looked down at him, frowning, and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.

Lingjiang's eyes were a little slack, and he squinted at him with difficulty. He didn't like his appearance and wanted to touch him, but he couldn't lift his hand. Yin Chenglan seemed to have a sympathy with him, and held his hands wrapped into two big white steamed buns.

Ling Jiang glanced at it, his body was still trembling slightly, and he complained softly: "...the bag is too ugly."

Yin Chenglan curled his lower lip and said in a low voice, "Your claw itself is not pretty either."

There was also a slight smile on the corner of Lingjiang's lips, he slowly closed his eyes, and murmured: "...you are not good-looking."

The last word was so soft that he could barely hear it, and fell into a coma after speaking.

Looking at Lian Songge on the side, for a while, he admired Lingjiang's perseverance, for a while he was convinced by Lord Nineteen's decisive move, for a while he was moved by the two people looking at each other with claws, and for a while he was speechless towards them. Yes.

After treating Lingjiang's wound, Yin Chenglan asked Lian Presse to tidy up the room briefly, and then went to rest. He just lay down on the narrow spot beside the bed and closed his eyes.

Yin Chenglan relaxed his body, and the hard work of running around for days filled his body and head. He thought in a daze, so it turned out that this was the feeling when he was sleeping next to the bed.

Well, he decided to be more generous in the future and give Lingjiang more space, or... Make the bed bigger.

The next morning, just as Yin Chenglan woke up, Yin Qingyi opened the door and came in from the outside.

The houses of the Xuemo tribe are not like the Central Plains, with screens and curtains on the bed, but a big room that can be seen through at a glance. As soon as Yin Qingyi came in with things, he saw Yin Chenglan on the bed panicked by the person in the bed. Quilt.

Yin Qingyi: "..."

She was surprised: "Do you sleep together?"

Yin Chenglan leaned against the bed rail, feeling helpless for his mother's frankness: "Well, the wound has just been treated, so I'm afraid he'll have a fever at night."

Yin Qingyi let out an oh, and had no more thoughts.Yin Chenglan lived a bloody life on the battlefield of the frontier fortress when he was young. From a prince with no real power, he became a commander in command of thousands of troops step by step. She, a mother, saw all the hardships in it.

When Yin Chenglan was on the battlefield, he treated the wounded soldiers in the same way. At that time, he was only a nominal lieutenant general, unable to go to the battlefield, and no one thought highly of him. When there was a shortage of manpower in a war, he would often go to the wounded soldier's camp in person. Assisting the military doctor in dealing with the wounded, I was tired, so I found a place to lie down in the tent, and fell asleep, as if it was no different from now.

Yin Qingyi sat by the bed, holding several clothes made of high-quality animal skins in her hands: "I don't know when you will come, but mother makes one every year. It's been so many years, and I don't know if it fits you well." ,try it yourself."

She gathered her silver hair together, and looked at her child expectantly. The corners of her eyes were engraved with traces of time, but her eyes looked very young. At this time, there was a smile on her brows and eyes, and she looked extremely happy.

Northern Xinjiang is inaccessible, with thousands of miles of barren land, continuous wind and snow, and severe cold all year round. Compared with the prosperity and grace of Dajing Central Plains, it is like heaven and earth, but Yin Chenglan looks at his mother, as if all the happiness in this life are in full bloom here. This vast snow country, the palace hall with green tiles and vermilion, and the elegant and luxurious clothes and food can't compare with a mountain in the snowy desert today.

I never thought I would come here, Yin Chenglan said in his heart, you are doing well, it's worth it.

Yin Chenglan stroked the clothes, looked at the fine stitches on it, felt a little sour, and said, "Your son is not filial."

But he really shouldn't come here, the less involved with him, the less harm he will suffer in the future.

Yin Qingyi said: "Lan'er, do you really not know the reason why your mother came to northern Xinjiang?"

Ever since she knew that one of the last two medicines of the eight natural treasures was in the north of Xinjiang, she had no hesitation. When Yin Chenglan was exhausted to find the first six, she came here alone, looking for Han Perfume, and inquiring about the last one. Blindly cited the whereabouts of drugs.

Now that many years have passed, she has some clues, and it was in northern Xinjiang that she met Suhe Umulun, the leader of the Xuemo tribe who could accompany her to the end of her life.

"Mother knows what you want to do, mother will not stop you, but Lan'er, do you abandon mother and go by yourself after finishing your own business? Mother is getting old, have you thought about what to do if you receive bad news from you?" Will you survive?"

Yin Chenglan was silent and did not speak.He didn't think about it, because he really planned to let himself die of poison after killing the emperor. At that time, a flying letter would be sent to the north of Xinjiang, and he would no longer worry about all kinds of things in the world. He thought at that time, there is Su He is with his mother, so I think his mother will be better off too.

"Your legs were crippled because of your mother." Yin Qingyi's eyes were filled with mist: "You are the majestic prince of the Jing Kingdom, how could you agree to take poison for your mother..."

Yin Chenglan pressed Yin Qingyi's hand, not letting her finish: "Lan'er is willing."

Yin Qingyi's eyes turned red.

Yin Chenglan was most afraid of women crying, especially his mother being sad, so he quickly changed the topic, touched the animal skin clothes, and said, "Where did Uncle Su He go?"

Yin Chenglan finally didn't cry. When he mentioned that man, his old face blushed, and his eyes showed a bit of shyness like a little girl's, and he was a little excited: "We found traces of that kind of ice snake in Lannar Lake. Su He led people Go catch it, if you can catch it, we will be one step closer to your antidote."

Yin Chenglan thought of the reason why his mother had sent a letter from thousands of miles away to make him come here, but now that he heard it with his own ears, he couldn't help but smile.

Yin Qingyi said: "I asked Tuoya to come in and help you dress and freshen up. When you are well, we will have breakfast with several elders in the tribe."

Although Yin Chenglan also had a maid to serve him when he was young, but since his legs were crippled, many things were inconvenient, so he no longer had a maid, and it was even more inconvenient now.

"Mother, no need, I'll go later." Yin Chenglan said.

"Tuoya is my adopted adopted daughter. She is very diligent and well-behaved. You should spend more time with her," Yin Qingyi said.

When Yin Chenglan heard this, he hurriedly said, "It's not convenient." He squinted his eyes and told her that there was someone lying beside her.

Yin Qingyi followed his gaze into the bed, and saw a pair of dark and bright eyes.

Ling Jiang didn't know when he woke up, most of his face was hidden under the quilt, only a pair of eyes were showing and he was looking at them, seeing Yin Qingyi saw him, his eyes shrank and drifted back and forth, probably because he felt something was wrong , then carefully faced her again, but still didn't show his face.

Yin Qingyi covered her lips and smiled: "This kid is shy, right? That mother won't force you anymore. When you are well, someone will come when you call."

Yin Chenglan agreed and watched his mother leave the house.

When she walked forward, the heavy curtain had just closed when her eldest son was thrown down by the 'shy' child.

Ling Jiang wrapped his hands into steamed buns and couldn't use them, so he turned over and rode on Yin Chenglan's waist, lay down on his chest, supported his steamed buns and claws with his elbows, and said sullenly, "Your mother looks at me."