Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

Qingfeng folded his hands in his sleeves, and he watched the guys in Xuji's shop carefully pick out all kinds of coarse grains, and then wrapped them in brown oil paper.

It is mid-February, and the scenery is full of spring. The shops on the main road of the capital have already opened their doors and opened their doors. Signboards and flags of various colors have been set up on the neatly arranged road sections. Because it is the main city, the streets in the capital There are not too many cart vendors on the street. They are basically civilian pawns who do serious business in the divided area after receiving the wooden sign at the planning office. There is a lot of shouting and shouting. Merchant business is poor.

Qingfeng lowered his eyes, and after a few breaths, he blinked inconspicuously. He saw a young man stepping into the threshold of Xu Ji's shop with a dark skirt, followed by a neatly dressed young man. It looks like a weak crown like Qingfeng, with slightly thin shoulders, and a parrot with emerald green feathers stands on the right shoulder.

As if noticing Qingfeng's gaze, the green parrot turned its head, which was almost half the size of a fist, with a sharp long beak and a sharp curve, creating a very dangerous illusion under the mild sunlight.

"Young master Lin is here, is it still the same today?" A man bent over and ran towards Lin Xian. After a few clicks on the spiritual green parrot, it withdrew its hand and said cheerfully: "The food shopkeeper you ordered last time will be prepared for you when we get the goods at the beginning of the month. Didn't you just miss it?" Come on, here you go, look! How good-looking this kid is!"

The green parrot that Lin Xian feeds is male.

Lin Xian is the eldest son of the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites. Although he is not a direct descendant, he is better than a direct descendant. The reason for this has to do with Lin Chengjin, the Shangshu master who is nearly sixty years old. There are many female family members serving in the Lin residence, but I don't know whether it is destiny or something else. What, apart from the second wife who gave birth to a young master, there was no other son, and this rare son was Lin Xian.

Because of this, the second wife, Hua Shi, was valued by Lin Chengjin. The mother was valued by her son, and she became the most favored wife in the Lin Mansion from her status as a concubine. Her status was only lower than that of Lin Chengjin's childhood sweetheart. .

And this Lin Xianxian was eighteen years old, and the past 18 years can be replaced by the words "bright clothes and jade food". However, even though he grew up in such a superior environment, Lin Xian himself was not proud of being favored. Compared with the inexperienced, arrogant and domineering young master, he is simply too well-behaved. He is so introverted that he doesn't look like a child who grew up under the doting of thousands of people. Because of this, Lin Chengjin loves this old man more and more. .

"Fortunately, the shopkeeper still remembers that the young master's most precious thing is this stuff," the boy with a parrot on his shoulder said with a smile, "Then I have to trouble you to take out the wrapped food." , thank you very much."

"Hey, hey! Alright! Master Lin, just sit and wait for a while!" The waiter bowed, turned around to get the bird food, and then sent someone to serve tea to Lin Xian.

A few more guests came in one after another. The ladies in the boudoir were veiled and slender. After seeing Lin Xian sitting aside, they all stomped their feet and hid with their handkerchiefs. Turning sideways, he saw the young man sitting on the carved mahogany chair laughing and teasing the parrot.

The boy said something in a low voice, but Lin Xian glanced back, and the few words that the boy didn't finish were blocked in his throat.

"My little brother! Your bird food is all packed, namely corn, buckwheat..." Qingfeng was called back to his senses by the packing guy not far away.

He tried to lift the weight in his hand, Qingfeng smiled, thanked him and gave the money, the clerk gave the money to the accountant on the side, and while he was waiting for the change, Qingfeng asked, "Listen to your shopkeeper. By the way, at the beginning of next month, there will be birdseed from foreign feudal clans?"

"The young master loves his birds the most, and I'm afraid we should prepare some."

When the guy heard that it was a business, he also responded loudly to Qingfeng's words, "That's right, the shopkeeper said, it is estimated that there will be around the fifth or sixth day of March at the latest, and the shop will hang it outside at that time." A brand new wooden sign! Haha, I need a lot of support from my little brother and your young master!"

After receiving the change, Qingfeng rolled up his long sleeves and carried a few large bags of oil tied with hemp rope, he smiled, "It must be the young master's hobby for a long time, that's all right, thank you very much !gone!"

The clerk behind the counter watched Qingfeng walk out of Xuji's shop.

The customers in the store came and went, and there was a lot of people's voices, which was very lively.

Lin Xian was sitting in the chair in a long gown. The ceramic cup lid scraped the tea leaves on it. He knocked the tea set on the low table beside him expressionlessly. The servant on his shoulder was teasing the parrot. He heard After a slight movement, he frowned, and put down his left hand, which had been playing with the parrot.

"Mr. Lin, this is the bird food that I wrapped up for you earlier!" The guy who went to the warehouse to get things before shouted, and the clear voice sounded very comfortable, "Look at it, it's all the shopkeeper helping you. Best left over!"

Lin Xian sat on the side, from the moment he walked into Xu Ji's shop until now, he hasn't said a single word.

The young man at the side took the bird food handed over by the man with a gentle smile. The parrot on his shoulder was in line with his gaze. For a moment, all four eyes looked at the young man in front of him. The man asked: "What are you doing?" Do you know which mansion the little brother from just now is from?"

"It's my young master who looks a bit like the Sun family. I guess, but I don't know if it is." The boy explained.

The guy is straight-hearted, guessing that the young masters of these rich families must know each other, and didn't want to hide it, he touched the back of his head and said: "You said him, his name is Qingfeng, you guessed it right, young master, he is the prime minister." In the mansion."

Lin Xian's left hand, which kept tapping on the mahogany tabletop, stopped.

As far as Sun Qiao is concerned, these few days are really free.

There are more than a dozen pigeons in the dovecote in the courtyard. These birds are spiritual animals. When they are delivered, they are trained to know how to fly back and forth. Sun Qiao watches a large group of birds fly in every day. Flying out, he also experienced the strength of an ancient man. Sitting in a wheelchair, leaning against the hollowed-out wooden railing, he watched the breeze walk this way with only a small half of the oil paper left after the bird food was scattered.

Qingfeng looked at Sun Qiao who had no special expression, and didn't know what it was like.

"What are you looking at?" Sun Qiao turned around.

Qingfeng shook his head, hesitated but did not speak.

Sun Qiao didn't force each other. For a while, the two people in the balcony were not talking, and the air seemed silent.

"I did as you said," Qingfeng asked after a long time, "When will you give me the antidote?"

He didn't want to endure the pain of bone erosion once every three days.

After Sun Qiao listened, he just raised his eyes and stared at the breeze. His eyes were dark black, and their clear surfaces seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost. His pale face was still beautiful, but he always felt that there was a little bit of what a human being should have. Bloody, Sun Qiao shook his head slightly at the young man in front of him, as if he didn't agree with his question or idea.

After a long time, Sun Qiao ordered him to count the number of pigeons.

[Do you have an antidote? ] The system suddenly asked.

Sun Qiao smiled, [I only have poison. ]

After Brother Tong knew the answer, he didn't speak any more. Sun Qiao leaned back in the wheelchair, and the cold wood spread on his protruding spine, as if to devour him.

Qingfeng trotted back, he was a little flustered, he calmed down and said to Sun Qiao: "Pigeon! One is missing!!"

Sun Qiao lowered his eyes suddenly, and there was a rare trace of freshness on his handsome face, and the corners of his sharp lips were pulled out into a smileless arc. He carefully patted the green sleeve on his wrist, thinking : Finally started.

He Fu.

He Licheng looked at the pigeon lying in front of him with a gloomy face. There were no other servants waiting beside him, only a young man of his stature was standing. The parrot he picked up was Lin Xian, the only young master of the Lin family that Qingfeng had met in Xuji shop that day.

After carefully wiping his fingers with a brocade handkerchief, He Licheng put the handkerchief into his arms, he was a little unhappy, "Are you sure it's a pigeon from the Sun House?"

"Today's Sun Ji is certainly a thorn in the Holy Majesty's side, but it's not something we can easily shake." He Licheng pursed the corners of his lips, his eyes were venomous, "That old guy is notoriously cunning, and the Holy Majesty wanted to get rid of him when he was enthroned. But he turned his back on the guest and handed in the military talisman. You and I can learn from his thoughts, and now..."

He Licheng groaned for a while, but didn't speak again.

Lin Xian didn't think so. He and He Licheng were about the same age. Although their fathers didn't have a close friendship in the court, they didn't have any bad feelings. Lin Xian and He Licheng were good friends since childhood. The ups and downs in the hall were staggering, the two had long since become grasshoppers on the same rope, but not many people knew about it.

"Brother He wants to say that his grandson Ji won't show his feet so easily?" Lin Xian guessed with a smile, the smile on the corner of his mouth looked very relaxed.

He Licheng nodded, "That's right."

Lin Xian didn't take it seriously and even refuted the other party's idea. He reached out and touched the sharp beak of the parrot on his shoulder. The sharp touch made him very satisfied, and he withdrew his hand. But I think, Brother He, you may think too highly of that old guy."

"That's right, his grandson Ji is indeed an old minister who made great contributions to the Holy Majesty. Not only that, but it can even be said that without him at that time, there would be no 'he' today," when talking about the 'he' now, Lin Xian pointed his slender index finger upwards, "But now it's not the same as before. No matter how hard Sun Ji works or how great his achievements are, in the eyes of today's holy majesty, he is just a nail that is not pleasing to the eye."

"The sage's sorrow is our sorrow for the people. For the sage, his grandson's plan-no injustice."

Lin Xian bent down slightly, and picked up the gray pigeon that had stopped beating on the ground. He gently stroked the cold wings in his hand, and the smile on his mouth remained unchanged, "Oh, my lord, the prime minister who we admire is actually raising it in the mansion. Pigeons, what is the purpose of this?"

He Licheng is a sensible person, and he sorted out the stakes in a blink of an eye. He was deep in thought and cautious. He looked at the pigeon in Lin Xian's hand and thought for a while before saying, "Let's let someone watch it first."

"If there is a change, you and I will adjust accordingly."

Lin Xian smiled, and cupped his hands in the direction of He Licheng like a joke, "Brother He said so." After putting down his hand, he began to tease the parrot obediently on his shoulder, muttering in his mouth: "In this world, there is never They are all afraid of the dark.”

"Those who live, those who are afraid of death."