Grandpa is such a bird

The setting sun burnt red in the sky, the wind blew up, and the dead willows were swinging their bare branches, rustling in the desolate Evergreen Palace.

The crimson urn and the blood of the corpse slowly merged, flowing into the Changqing Palace for the last touch of color.

Lian Presse was sitting at the corner of the corridor not far from the palace with two urns in his arms, leaning against the wall, looking up at the sky in a daze.

Yin Chenglan stretched out his hand and let Ling Jiang fly up, "Let's go."

He will never come to this place again in his life.

From the moment the emperor swallowed his breath, the prosperity, splendor, brilliance, supremacy and power here have nothing to do with him.

With the death of the last person, those illustrious people who stayed in the previous dynasty were completely buried in the torrent of history. From then on, there will be no more voices, no blood stains, and no one will step in. All the chaos and grievances All of them turned into a setting sun in memory, fluttering across mountains and rivers with the breeze in the world.

Lingjiang's dumb hair was blowing wildly in the wind. He tapped the corpse on the ground with his mouth, indicating what to do with this, and what to do with the civil servants, generals, and ordinary people outside.

Yin Chenglan stroked his feathers: "Don't worry, the rest should be left to Ruisi."

The gossamer in the sleeve flew out, and brought back the dusty imperial decree. Yin Chenglan wiped it carefully, put it on an ashes urn, and said: "He was born with the image of an emperor, and he is destined to become a noble person. Rather than saying that I use him for revenge, It's better to say that they use each other, Ruisi...he is definitely not something in the pool."

The little boy in his hand couldn't understand such a long sentence, he could only understand the familiar name, so he raised his little wings and drew a circle on his head, asking if his father was talking about the shiny headed brother.

Yin Chenglan couldn't understand its strange behavior, and asked Lingjiang what it meant.

As an intermediate bird who doesn't understand any language with either party, Lingjiang is really fucked in his heart.

For the first time in his mind, which he never worried about, he worried about for a while, silently thinking melancholy, how the three of them should communicate in the long run.

A person, a bird, and a bird who thinks he is a cat, can his bird life be more complicated?

Yin Chenglan said that he would no longer interfere with the people in the palace, so he no longer interfered, and only left the shadow guards and cronies he cultivated to Ruisi, and he left the palace at night with Lian Song.

The carriage was ridden all the way, leaving the wind and dust billowing.After two days of traveling, Lian Song took them to a rural place, where the blue sky was like washing, the white clouds were like cotton, and the mountains were full of swaying yellow rapeseed flowers.

In the sea of ​​flowers, a little rabbit was digging a hole with its butt pouted. When it noticed the movement, it straightened up quickly and saw a carriage in the distance going along the winding mountain road to the end of the rapeseed flowers, the small courtyard of his house.

From a distance, the little rabbit saw two people getting on and off the carriage, and a little bird flying above their heads.

The little rabbit chirped excitedly, and Sa Yazi jumped over there.

In front of the small courtyard, Shanyue brought Mr. Tu out to meet people.

Yin Chenglan was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him. He hadn't seen him for many years, and only contacted him through letters. Now that they met, looking back, the other party was no longer the glamorous young man.

It would be great if the years never grow old.

Shan Yue's eyes were like water, her Adam's apple rolled, and she whispered, "A Tu, this is the Nineteenth Master I often call."

Tubo nodded coolly to the man.

Yin Chenglan also introduced, pointing to the fidgety little yellow bird with the little bird on his shoulder, and said, "This is Yin's... madam and dog."

Why do I suddenly feel a little perverted.

The little yellow bird chirped politely at the two, indicating that he and Shanyue had met.

When Tubo saw the little yellow bird and the little bird cub in its paw, he laughed at that moment, poked Shanyue with his elbow, and said grinningly: "Oh, there really is a bird with a small bag, hahahahahaha. "

Little Yellow Bird: "..."

He picked up Xiaodoudou and hugged it with his small wings.

So Uncle Tu laughed even louder.

Ouch, such a small bird is also learning how to hold a baby. It really looks like it!

Little Yellow Bird: "..."

Is this bunny crazy? ? ?

The trousers were ripped, Tubo lowered his head, and saw his little Tuqian opening his claws to hug him.

The Tuqian little rabbit stood on the palm of Tubo, holding a bunch of rapeseed flowers in its paws, looking shyly at the cub in the small pocket.

"Xiao Fafa, here you are."

Yin Chenglan took the little bird out of his pocket, put it in his palm, and poked it. The little bird stood unsteadily, like a stupid quail. Its small black eyes were shining, and it curiously poked the pair with its small wings. It was quite a big little milk rabbit, and then with its small body, it thrust forward fiercely, rushed into Tuqian's soft embrace, and threw him down.

The rape blossoms in the claws are flying all over the sky, and the baby birds are rubbing against the belly of the little milk rabbit, purring in satisfaction.

in vain!in vain!It likes nothing more than nothing.

Tuber: "..."

what happened? ? ?

His rabbit was thrown down in front of him!

The small courtyard is not big, and it is unique among the layers of fertile fields. Now looking around, a sea of ​​yellow flowers is swaying in the blue sky.

Shanyue had already packed up two rooms for them to rest in. The rooms had been exposed to sunlight and exuded a warm fragrance.

Ling Jiang took the cubs to sleep in the palace's nest for half a month, only to realize that the most comfortable nest in the world is Yin Shijiu's bed. Only by pressing Yin Chenglan under his body can he fall asleep.

Ling Jiang stood on Yin Chenglan's shoulder, secretly pecking at Yin Shijiu who had a good chat with Zen Master Shanyue, and urged him to return to the room quickly, and put his thin claws into the neckline, picked up a little flesh, and pulled hard .

Shanyue caught a glimpse of it by accident, and felt that her flesh was hurting. On the other hand, Master Nineteen still looked as usual, unmoved by the wind and rain. Obviously he was used to being bullied, and he had already practiced to perfection.

He smacked secretly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Uncle Tu who was squatting on the ground trying to tear off the bird from Zizai's body. His heart warmed, and he felt that the more Ah Tu looked, the better he looked.

"Are you going to let go? Huh? You little rascal!" Tubo's eyes widened, "You dare to eat my son's tofu, let go, no, let go of your claws, let go of your little meat wings!"

Tuqian's little milk rabbit's soft belly was being pawed by the little bird. It was itchy and laughed non-stop, clutching its belly and rolling into a ball with the little bird in the grass.

Tubo couldn't separate, so he stood up, looked at the little yellow bird on Yin Chenglan's shoulder, and said angrily, "Brother Bird, can you take care of your cubs?"

Do you want to be polite, honest and shameless?

Ling Jiang gave him a cold look without sympathy, you don't care, you can go ahead.

In the end, it was Yin Chenglan who made the move and asked the little bird cub if he wanted to eat, and then he called back the dirty little thing covered in grass stalks.

Before returning, he reluctantly pecked at Tuqian's pink and tender long ears, but was thrown away angrily by Uncle Tu.

The moon star is sparse, the night wind blows all over the mountains, the faint fragrance of flowers lingers on the bedside, the silver moonlight sprinkles half the room, in the moonlight, Yin Chenglan is lying on the bed, with his bird sleeping on his body, he quietly looks at the bed curtain, There is no trace of sleepiness, the dark eyes are like the undulating sea in the dark night, the noiseless hustle and bustle.

The little yellow bird on his body arched to his neck, and rubbed his head affectionately at the corner of his lips.

Yin Chenglan smiled wryly: "I didn't bah bah bah..."

He opened his mouth and ate a piece of bird feather, so his wry smile turned into sadness: "Lingjiang, you've lost your hair."

I won't be bald.

Little Yellow Bird: "..."

The little yellow bird imitated the little bird's sternness, puffed up its cheeks, and stared at him fiercely.

Yin Chenglan laughed, held the little yellow bird and kissed it vigorously, then put him on the pillow, and looked at him sideways.

Seeing the worry in those small round eyes, Yin Chenglan said: "I just don't believe that he is really dead."

Ten years of grievances were repaid overnight, those old grievances accumulated in Shen Ke's heart remained in his bones, and it took more than ten years to accumulate into a bottomless pool of evil blood.

Now, even though the weather is calm, those wounds that weigh on my heart still need years to heal gradually.

Ling Jiang understands his ups and downs, worrying about gains and losses, he is so clear from the beginning to the end.

But Yin Shijiu, you have to laugh, you will be completely mine from now on.

"Chirp..." Ling Jiang opened his mouth to tell him that you belonged to me, but he opened his mouth, but pursed it again, so he leaned his head quietly, and we will live together like this in the future.

Yin Chenglan felt pain in his heart, he carefully pinched Lingjiang's wings and held them tightly.

In the early morning of the second day, Yin Chenglan went to see Shanyue to discuss some matters, and the little bird cubs came out of the bed in a mess, and wanted to play in vain as soon as they opened their eyes.

Ling Jiang was covered with a corner of the quilt, sleeping on all fours, oblivious to anything.

The little bird pecked around him, but couldn't wake up his father no matter what, and meowed angrily.

Ling Jiang secretly opened his eyelids, thinking, stupid bird, you will never wake up a bird that pretends to be asleep.

Yin Chenglan and Shanyue exchanged some news about the palace. He said he didn't care, but he didn't really care. He still needed to secretly help Ruisi when necessary.

After talking, Shanyue prepared breakfast and said: "I wonder if my wife and my little master can get used to it."

Yin Chenglan smiled and said, "It's easy to raise, and it's not picky about food."

Shanyue said: "I have eaten breakfast, if the little master is willing, can you take him out to play with Ah Qian." He apologized, "Ah Qian seems to like the little master very much, and I will go out to play with the little master at dawn this morning. .”

Yin Chenglan said: "Okay."

Shanyue said again: "What's the name of the little master? Ah Qian wants to give him a seal."

"seal?"

Shanyue smiled dryly: "It was carved by carrots, Ah Qian was a rabbit who became a spirit, so..." she was very good at chewing carrots.

Yin Chenglan suddenly realized: "The dog's name is called, uh..."

In the bedroom, Lingjiang was trying to teach the little bird cub how to sing.

Yin Chenglan drove the wheelchair in quickly, and said, "My son hasn't been named yet, Lingjiang, please give him a name."

As he spoke, he took out his pen and ink, and wrote a few words on the table.

"Let's see which one is better."

Ling Jiang glanced at him, ignored him, and pouted to teach the little bird to chirp.

"Chirp!"

The little bird cub sat in a small glutinous rice ball, imitating his mouth, pouting: "Meow~"

Ling Jiang: "Chirp!"

Zai Zai: "Meow~ow~"

Ling Jiang: "Chirp!"

Zai Zai: "Meow~"

Ling Jiang: "Chirp!"

Zai Zai: "Meow~"

Ling Jiang: "Chirp!"

Zai Zai: "Meow~"

Ling Jiang: "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!"

Zai Zai: "Meow meow meow meow~"

Lingjiang: "Meow?"

Zai Zai: "Chirp!"

Ling Jiang: "Hahahahahaha"

This idiot has finally learned.

Zai Zai: "..."

Zai Zai: "..."

Zai Zai: "..."

The little bird cub looked at him resentfully, with a dazed expression on his face, and he still couldn't believe how he learned to chirp.

Ling Jiang looked at his stupid look with a smile, and flew to Yin Chenglan's hand, his paws were stained with ink, and scratched beside his loose and elegant words: Look at his dazed little fool, why not call him Yin Honghuo, It was booming and in a trance.

Yin Chenglan: "..."

The former Crown Prince Dajing, who was both civil and military, thought for a while: "Oh, yes, it's very festive."

Zai Zai: "..."

Wow--