bright sheath

The days flew by like running water, and it was half a month. It was already a great heat, and the weather was hot. It had not rained for many days. The peach tree in front of Chen Yunyu's courtyard had grown many thumb-sized peaches. Although he could not sleep peacefully at night, But I will still water them three times a day when I have time every day.

He had just finished taking care of these peach trees that day, and he wanted to tidy up the house. Chen Nian didn't count on him anymore. He was stuck with Cuiyan all day long, and almost forgot about him as his master, but this is exactly what happened. All he wanted was to be alone.

He got up before dawn every day, picked up the leg skills that had been left behind for many years, and did two tricks with his father on the open space in front of the main hall. In this idle book, I once found a picture of erotic palace with rich pictures and texts. At first, I was a little angry and wanted to find Chen Nian to scold him, but then I pretended to look at it calmly, but when I looked at it, my mind was full of the forbearance at that time Ling Yanchi spent the whole morning in a daze...

After lunch at noon, he sometimes plays chess with his father, sometimes goes to the back mountain to stay for a while, or takes a nap, and sometimes dreams of Ling Yanchi, but in the dream he never smiles, just a little sad Looking at himself, he thought about this look for a long time and didn't understand it. He only knew that even in his dream, his heart was pierced by a knife... As dusk approached, he usually practiced a few handwriting, or simply planed in the yard in front of the door. Plant something.Chen Nian yelled once, saying that people plant in spring and harvest in autumn, what kind of seeds are you planting this summer, but he ignored it, Chen Nian knows nothing!In case one came out, he would have to grab and beat it.

The summer nights in Liaodong are very refreshing. There are stars all over the sky above, and frogs and birds chirping below. The bird chirping will only stop in the middle of the night. It would be better if there is wind at this time. He will sit on the stone bench in the courtyard Drinking, the shadows became three people, last year he secretly buried a few jugs of wine at the corner of the corridor, no one could find them, the old wine was refreshing, every night he would touch it out and drink a few glasses, with wine to help sleep, he could feel better... …

He felt that he could avoid Ling Yanchi, as long as he made himself a little busy.

Cleaning up the house is a huge and cumbersome task, and there are countless small gadgets that he accidentally lost, such as small daggers, luminous pearls, hair ribbons, wooden carved puppies bought on the street, and so on. After washing these little things with water, they put them on the stone table outside to dry. The sun was so hot that the stone table was scorching hot, so he withdrew his hand as soon as he touched it.

After tidying up the floor, he started to put away the cabinets, and the wardrobe was the first to bear the brunt. It was originally collected by Chen Nian, but now he can’t look at it immediately after he takes over. The clothes are all stuffed in in balls. Come out, roll it up again, and put what you are used to wearing outside.

With a bang, a plain white hairpin fell to the ground and broke into three pieces.

Chen Yunyu squatted down and picked it up, ah... isn't this the hairpin that Ling Yanchi dropped on his bed that time...it's all broken, so just... just throw it away...

"Your Majesty!" It was Chen Nian's loud voice.

"What are you shouting about? Come and pack up the clothes for this son." He said and walked out.

"Ah, Cui Yan is also here... That's just right, you help me clean up, Chen Nian is also a rough man."

Cuiyan nodded and smiled, and said, "Where is your son going?"

He spread his hands, and the dead hairpin was exposed in front of her eyes. He smiled lightly and said, "It's broken, I'll throw it outside, and it won't be good if it gets stuck in someone else's way." After finishing speaking, he left .

Cui Yan grabbed his sleeve and said, "Young master, can you show me this broken hairpin..."

In his memory, Cuiyan had never been so abrupt, Chen Yunyu finally stopped her feet and asked her: "Do you know her?"

She nodded, looking at the hairpin with eyes full of hope, and asked: "Cuiyan, can you ask me, sir, where did you get this hairpin?"

She knew that the hairpin was not her own.

After bowing his head and being silent for a while, he still said, "Ling Yanchi."

She carefully touched the broken part of the hairpin, and murmured: "Unexpectedly, it is actually benefactor..."

"……What's the meaning?"

Cuiyan laughed lightly, and said with nostalgia: "It seems a bit late to say this now. Speaking of which, the first time my son saw Cuiyan was in the place of fireworks, but at that time I had only been in Yingtian for more than a month. In fact, Cuiyan ... I am also from Xia, who lives in Liangjing, and my family managed a small family business. When the war was raging, my father and I were on our way to do business. We were stuck at the border and couldn't go home. I was out of luck, and I was robbed by a group of robbers who took advantage of the chaos Take me away, Xu saw that I was dressed in the style of a rich lady, so I wanted to extort more money, and they would not let me go when my father sent the money. At that time, there were many female relatives who were similar to me in the village, and these people were greedy. , and somehow attracted a group of soldiers...

"We were rescued and placed in a nunnery. The person in charge of the rescue told us to recognize the hairpin. Someone would come to resettle us. Only when we saw the hairpin could we be sure that it was a good person, but we waited for a long time but nothing came. , I felt that Engong was too busy and forgot about us, and then they all left one after another. Cuiyan searched for more than a month but couldn't find my father, so I was disheartened. My father likes Da Chen Jiangnan, so I was left in exile. Ying Tian, ​​since this hairpin belongs to Young Master Ling, he is naturally Cui Yan's benefactor."

After hearing this, Chen Yunyu felt like a dream. That's right... This is Ling Yanchi, that gentle Ling Yanchi, no matter what he does, he will be very thoughtful.

Suddenly she knelt down and kowtowed to him, Chen Yunyu was stunned, and before she could escape, she heard her say: "In this case, Cuiyan can no longer live in the palace, Mr. Ling has saved my life, and the son has treated me There is also the grace of redemption, I think both of them are the benefactors of Cuiyan, but the grace of saving lives is greater than the sky, I can only repay the kindness of the son in the future... I have been bothering the palace for a long time, and it is time for Cuiyan to return to Liangjing , although the chances are slim, but I also want to go back to Liangjing and say thank you to Mr. Ling... two, see you again." She said this a bit tactfully, Ling Yanchi is now against him, she naturally thinks that she can't do it Stayed in the palace.

Chen Nian was stunned holding a stack of books to be posted. She had never mentioned these pasts to herself, and she just found out that she was leaving.He took two steps forward and was about to chase her, but suddenly stopped... Looking at Chen Yunyu's flat and thin side face, he couldn't leave, and after he left, there was only one person left, not even anyone to chat with, now Mr. Ling is gone, he can no longer leave him...

Cuiyan got up, smiled at him, blessed her body again, and turned around without saying a word.

The sun outside was unbelievably hot, but her emerald figure was like a clear spring, which was deeply imprinted in his heart...

"If you want to chase, then go." He felt that his love path was broken, and he couldn't bear Chen Nian's suffering, so he said something softly to him.

But Chen Nian just shook his head and went in with the book in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "My lord, can I post this book tomorrow?"

"OK……"

Qifeng Mountain.

The place where Ling Yanchi grew up.

"I'm talking about Wang Wei, did the kung fu I taught you a few days ago make you eat it, no matter how hard you catch a pheasant..."

"You can do what you want! I know Jiwai, it's good to catch you, why not talk too much!" He still had a few brown chicken feathers on his head, and looked at the person sitting on the rock playing with grass with a look of grief and indignation.

"Alas...the world is getting worse, people's hearts are not old...some people say they want to learn kung fu but they don't want to honor their teachers...sigh..."

"Ouch! Grandpa, don't sigh, you look like you're going to die—you're waiting for an opportunity to lick me!"

"Don't talk nonsense, you and I are innocent, don't take advantage of me!"

"Master, there is a saying that I think I can't do without!"

"I'm in a good mood today, I can barely listen to it, let's talk..."

"If you want to eat a pheasant, you just shut up, really, otherwise I won't be able to catch it no matter what."

"Huh? So, can this pheasant be roasted and eaten today? I don't want to drink soup."

Wang Wei bowed his back to him, stared at the clucking pheasant, and whispered: "If you vomit again today, Li Si will never allow you to eat roast pheasant in the future."

"Hey, let me have a discussion with you. He's going down the mountain to buy rice, and he won't be back for a while. Why don't you catch one and we'll roast it on the spot?"

"No, in case he comes back halfway, he can't scold me to death, I know he can scold so well!"

"Hey, I made a note, will you bake it for me? If you don't bake it for me, I will tell him that you said he is as fierce as a gangster!"

"...Ling Yanchi, your conscience was eaten by a dog? Thanks to me, I'm still being caught by you!"

"I'm going to make a fire, hurry up!" He ran briskly after speaking.

It didn't take long before he brought a handful of firewood and started to light the fire after putting on his mask. Wang Wei was pecked by the chicken several times and finally caught it. The chicken is plucked and cut open, then washed and roasted on the fire.

His eyes glowed green, and he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

"How can you be so greedy?" Wang Wei was stunned, it was the first time he saw such wolf-like eyes.

Ling Yan took a deep breath and said: "Giving you one leg, don't be distracted and roast it well..."

...Thank you, a chicken leg is really a lot!

It didn't take long for the yellow, oily chicken to be roasted. He was very trustworthy, saying that if he divided his leg, it would really be a leg. There was nothing but the leg, and the whole chicken body was in Ling Yanchi's hands. Looking at the genuine chicken leg in his hand, Wang Wei felt depressed.

Carrying the chicken leg, the two moved a hole, Ling Yanchi couldn't wait to take off the mask and bite into it...

"delicious……"

Wang Wei watched him cautiously while eating, fearing that he would vomit.

Ling Yanchi didn't raise his head, and said vaguely: "Eat, watch what I do, although I'm pretty and delicious, you can't always look at me!"

"..." He was crazy to worry about him.

The crime scene of the two was not found until Li Si came back at night, because the two buried the leftover chicken bones!Now unless there is a dog digging, the ghost can't get out.

It has been three hours, and he has not vomited. This is a good sign, which means that he can go down the mountain.

Sure enough, no matter what, he still wanted to see him very much, because there were some things he wanted to confirm.

He stayed on the mountain for more than a month, and he was in a coma for half a month. When he woke up, he found that he was in the mountain. After searching around, he couldn't find the shadow of General Qin who raised him. Li Si's expression was evasive, With a clear understanding, he walked through the gate of hell and felt that even life and death were a little bit indifferent. After more than ten days, he was able to walk before he went to worship in front of General Qin's tomb.

At this time, he felt a little strange—why would he remain indifferent in front of a person who had raised him for more than ten years?