You are a demon

"It's not time for dinner, I only found these two steamed buns in the kitchen, son, let's take the pads first",

The child's cheeks and hands were red from the cold, and when he spoke, he gasped, his eyes were wide open, and there was an expectation that he didn't understand the world.

Lin Lang hesitated for a moment, took the steamed bun that had already cooled down, and gnawed it in small bites. Zhao Mu obviously wanted something from himself, and he would not do anything to him until he got the answer, so Lin Lang was not worried about the poison in the steamed bun.

Just eating, she could always feel the child's gaze. Lin Lang looked up at him, thinking that he was hungry, and gave him another steamed bun, but he waved his hand.

"My son eats, I'm not hungry".

Lin Lang saw his pink tongue licking her chapped lips when he was talking, and unconsciously put her small hands on her shriveled belly, smiled, stroked his fluffy hair, and handed the steamed buns to him. Big, a steamed bun can last for a long time, but when this child is obviously growing up, he must eat more than him.

"I really don't want to..."

Jian Yu lowered her head and kicked the ground with her right foot, a little awkwardly.

Lin Lang shook her head, pretending to be angry, and forced the steamed bun into his hand, before he took it in a daze.

"Thank you son, son, he is a good person",

Jian Yu didn't eat the steamed buns on the spot, but kept them silently in his arms.

Lin Lang looked at him suspiciously, and Jian Yu patted her head in embarrassment: "I still have a younger brother."

The existence of Jian Yu already surprised Lin Lang a little. She didn't expect that there was another child in the village. He had a pure personality and was obviously not born in the village. It seems that we should pay more attention to his origin.

Then Lin Lang gestured to him twice, explaining that he wanted pen and ink, but he couldn't speak now, and others couldn't understand the complicated sign language, so communication was a big problem.

"Does the young master want paper and pens? But only the second head and the young lady have..."

Jian Yu was in a bit of a dilemma, both of them had bad tempers, and he didn't dare to provoke any of them, but the young master was very good-looking and gentle, he really wanted to help him.

It was only then that Lin Lang remembered that there were bandits in this village, and there were probably not many who could read and write. Naturally, they would not spend the money to buy pens and inks. He knew about the second boss, but what did he mean by the young lady?

"It seems that you get along well."

Zhao Mu had already stood at the door at some point, and walked towards Lin Lang with strides while speaking.

"Two, the second master",

Jian Yu said hello in a low voice, then stood aside without saying a word, his small face was tense, it could be seen that he was very afraid of the man in front of him.

Zhao Mu didn't care about a child at all, he responded casually, waved his hand, and signaled him to back down, Jian Yu originally wanted to plead with him, but after seeing him, his mouth seemed to be sealed, unable to speak complete sentence.

"If you don't quit, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Mu glanced at him impatiently, Jian Yu immediately trembled, glanced at Lin Lang guiltily, then backed out timidly.

Lin Lang's situation is not much better than that of a child. In his eyes, the emperor is already very powerful. It must not be easy for this person to make the emperor compromise. He only regrets that he doesn't know martial arts, and he doesn't even have the courage to plan to escape.

Zhao Mu took out a stack of white paper and pens and inks from his arms like a magic trick, and rubbed his nose embarrassingly: "I was negligent just now."

Lin Lang was a little thankful but also a little scared. This person's temperament was uncertain. If Zhao Mu asked him some questions he didn't know, he couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb, how would he deal with it?

"Can you tell me something about Qingfeng?"

Lin Lang was flattered that Zhao Mu was still grinding for him while he was talking.

He froze for a moment, not knowing how to write. Lin Lang didn't know why this bandit was so interested in a servant, and he didn't have much contact with Qingfeng, but before Mr. Luo was selected into the palace, he once He was dragged into the theater to listen to an opera once. Mr. Luo has an extraordinary bearing and gentle manner. He is the most outstanding among the many stubborn kings and grandchildren. He has always had a good memory. The appearance of the other is also unknown.

"Why don't you tell me?"

Zhao Mu waited a little impatiently, his eyebrows frowned slightly, obviously holding back some anxiety and anger.

Lin Lang seemed to have pondered for a moment, then picked up the brush, gradually revealing her delicate wrists under the delicate sleeves.

He only wrote one line: spiritual and honest, intelligent and good at learning.Then I thought about it and added three words: I am very happy.

Zhao Mu looked at these elegant words, and then looked at Mr. Wen Run, who was sitting upright beside him, feeling awkward in his heart: "I'll let you tell me what happened between you and how he has lived these years. I didn't let you praise him."

Linlang saw that although he said so, the corners of his mouth still couldn't stop rising. It seemed that he was still very satisfied with the answer, and then he wrote: "Too many, I can't tell."

Zhao Mu did not ask any more questions after hearing this.

Lin Lang was sold in a theater since he was a child, and he has met many people of all kinds, and his ability to know people has accumulated over time. After only a short contact, he guessed a thing or two about Zhao Mu's temperament. His behavior is simple and rude, Irritable and irritable, he then set his eyes on the randomly folded paper not far away, and silently added another sentence: And, I don't like people who fiddle with writing.

"Then how is he recently?"

Zhao Mu was really disgusted by his sentence in classical Chinese, but it was rare that he had a little patience.

Lin Lang: Good.

Zhao Mu: "What's the matter between you and the emperor's private server?"

Lin Lang: The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics.

Zhao Mu laughed mockingly when he saw these words: "Do you really think of yourself as a woman?"

Lin Lang pursed her lips, but did not refute this. Mr. Luo was indeed in the harem, and the emperor did not allow Mr. Luo to participate in the government affairs of the court.

"You play me for a fool!"

Seeing his calm and calm appearance, Zhao Mu's face finally became gloomy. The Emperor's Weifu only brought him a trusted aide, yet he dared to say nothing!

Lin Lang didn't expect that Zhao Mu would make a sudden attack. His chin was pinched so painfully, and she was forced to look up into his dark eyes, feeling a little apprehensive in her heart.

"I should remind you that even if you are a corpse now, I can pry what I want out of your mouth, so while I am patient with you, you'd better be sensible, understand? "

If he wasn't Qingfeng's master, Zhao Mu would have lost his patience a long time ago, how could he still offer such delicious food!

Lin Lang didn't speak. He was betting on his value to Zhao Mu. If he killed himself, he would cause a lot of trouble. I'm afraid Zhao Mu knew this better than him, so at least he was safe until he found out that he was not Luo Shuyan. of.

Zhao Mu squinted his eyes and clenched the fist of his left hand. His threat was like hitting cotton and he couldn't get a response, which made him very upset.

Lin Lang looked at him without showing any timidity.

"I'll ask again, what's the matter between you and the emperor's private server, don't tell me I don't know, otherwise, I will cut off your beautiful hands, since you don't want to talk, never talk, just be a mute with peace of mind."

The author has something to say: I found that the little angels didn't leave a message, so is it because no one is watching? o(╥﹏╥)o