Mr. Jiang is not driving today

...There seems to be something wrong with this posture.

Yu Miao quickly gave two plausible reasons: "The bed is too hard. You were injured before."

Yu Miao's hands are very regular, clasped around his waist, not oppressive at all.If Jiang Xun was still in the body of a cat, of course he would be happy to lie on this guy's chest to lift his corpse, but now his weight of a teenager is on him, and it's awkward to think about it.

However, Yu Miao was in a good mood, at least Jiang Xun had never seen him express his good mood so clearly: "Sleep, you are not heavy."

Immediately, he added a sentence, which also made Jiang Xun feel at ease in an instant: "Next time, bring some pine yellow cakes back."

... After a long time, the idea of ​​exploiting labor is still in the name.

But in the end Jiang Xun still crawled down, spread out half of the quilt for him, and took the next best thing to pull his arm behind his head.Today has been ups and downs, and he is really tired. Hearing the sound of his heartbeat close at hand, he feels very at ease.

Before he had time to figure out what was wrong with his state of mind, Jiang Xun lost consciousness.

Yu Miao looked down at the sleeping face immersed in the darkness in front of him, raised his hand, touched his lips with a very light technique, raised it ambiguously, moved his index finger down, pinched his chin, hooked it, and touched his lips. It slid down slowly along the pajamas and touched his chest, with a deep and powerful beating, confirming the existence of the owner of the heart.

... full of warmth, like hugging a cat.

Suddenly, Yu Miao felt a tightness in his chest. Looking down, Jiang Xun's hand came up quietly at some point, and unconsciously pinched the clothes around his heart.

Yu Miao looked at the hand for a while, then reached out to hold it, and his five fingers naturally slid into the gaps between the opposite fingers, very slowly, with a sense of solemnity.

The matching palms made the corners of Yu Miao's mouth upwards uncontrollably.

……

Luanxue was sitting on the steps outside Qin Qiu's residence with his sword in his arms. He looked like a little wolf dog, staring brightly at the direction of Zhan's residence. His pious and gentle gaze cast a faint tinge on his face. of light.

In the distance the blades of grass were fluttering, and the night dew was dripping, like a wind blowing in the middle of the night, but Luanxue's expression changed. After listening carefully for a moment, the Qingluan sword in his arms was unsheathed, cutting the wind and cutting the clouds. Potential to cross somewhere in the grass away.

Luanxue almost followed the sword to the place where the change occurred. The speed that was hard to trace made the visitor not even have a gap to react. When he saw Luanxue's face, the visitor just woke up like a dream and ran away. I thought of falling face down and falling to the ground as soon as I opened my legs.

...His robe was nailed to the ground by Luanxue's sword "Qingluan".

After rustling for a while, Luanxue picked out a messed-up guy from the grass.Looking through the moonlight, Luanxue was startled: "...walking on ice? You?"

Gong Yi even wanted to die, but he didn't dare to raise his voice, so he could only struggle and hum in a low voice: "You are bold! You are rude! Let me down! I am the head of the Gong family, how many times have I told you that you are not allowed to speak up?" Call me by name, I..."

Luanxue let out an "oh" in a daze, and then, the little Patriarch of the Gong family changed from being lifted with one hand to being hugged with both hands, and her two little paws were caught in the palms of both hands: "Cold? How long have you been here?"

Sticking in an overly warm embrace, Gong Yi was in a daze for a few seconds before remembering to snap his teeth and claws: "Not long! You are not allowed to touch me!"

Luanxue insisted: "Hands are cold, but warm."

As he was talking, Luanxue turned his eyes and noticed the two bottles that fell in the grass. He turned the struggling Gong Yi over and embraced him very naturally, freed up one hand, and picked up the bottles.

Gong Yi seemed very displeased about this, struggling and making noise in his arms, like the little deer raised by the young lady before, getting angry at every turn and needing to be appeased.Luanxue thought about it carefully, leaned over, and lightly licked Gong Yi's right cheek, feeling that the little guy in her arms was not moving, Luanxue then faced the moonlight and carefully looked at the bottle.

Gong Yi was completely petrified.

He... what did he do?What did he do to himself just now? !

Luanxue couldn't read, so she put the bottle on her nose and sniffed, her eyes lit up: "Medicine?"

Gong Yi gasped for breath twice, and finally resisted the urge to explode: "Give it back to me! It's not for you!"

Luanxue exposed him sincerely: "You, if you say so, then...it must be for me."

Gong Yi was almost choked to death, his face was blue and white and then red, and finally gave up on himself, and admitted in a inconsistent way: "It's not for you! It's for your son! This is what Gong's used to treat burns." He was lucky not to be burned to death today...I don’t know if he was injured or not...Give it to him, don’t say I sent it, you hear?!”

Luanxue didn't seem to understand his eagerness to get out of trouble at all: "...two bottles. You gave me two bottles."

Now that things are going on, how can Gong Yi say that the other bottle was originally intended to be given to you, and his little face flushed sophistry: "He...he can keep the other bottle if he uses it!"

Luanxue smiled openly: "You, be good to the young master. Thank you."

Gong Yi blushed and said angrily, "Who treats him well! I just... just... owe him something. As the head of the Gong family, I can't be ungrateful!"

Luanxue's expression was innocent: "Ow something?... Luan Bing, do you owe Young Master?"

Gong Yi's expression changed subtly: "...Don't worry about it! This has nothing to do with you!"

Luanxue nodded, and said obediently: "Well, you, don't tell, I, don't ask. Go to bed early."

Gong Yi was terribly awkward, and after getting out of Luanxue's arms, he stammered and groaned for a long time, Luanxue didn't understand what he meant, pushed him, pointed to Ting Shizhai's direction, and beckoned him to go back and rest quickly, Gong Yi Yi's small shoulders twitched, and he complained softly, "Don't push me!...you...are you okay?"

On the side of the fire scene, Luanxue's indifferent appearance, he saw it in his eyes.

Luanxue was stunned for a moment, then smiled sweetly: "My family... my son is here, I will be fine."

Listening to him saying "Young Master" in such a serious tone, Gong Yi was suddenly indescribably annoyed, and was about to leave without saying a word, but the outer robe was pulled from behind.

He turned around angrily and was about to start cursing, when he met Luanxue's watery eyes: "...the clothes are torn. My fault. Fix it, and here you are."

What Luanxue couldn't understand was that Gong Yi's face turned red when he heard what he said. The redness was so beautiful that he couldn't help but want to take another bite.

Gong Yi took off his outer robe almost at the speed of fleeing, and fled, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a outer robe that still had his body temperature in Luanxue's hands, which was very secure.

Luanxue put the robe into her arms, took a deep breath of the air above, and curled her brows and eyes happily.

……

A gust of wind passed through the narrow corridor and rushed back and forth in an underground mausoleum. The wall stretched and distorted the sound of the wind, making a thin and terrifying scream like a woman's scream.There were people walking through the corridor, but they all kept their voices and held their breath. They were as silent as shadows, and their footsteps were light and soundless, as if they were treading on the wind.

Compatible with the few whistling winds are the sounds of zither, flute and flute from various small tombs, but the sound is also suppressed quite low, as if there is an invisible curtain wall pressing down on it.No one dared to raise their voices, even the voices of discussion from the main tomb were chattering, the voices squeezed out of their throats, with an indescribable sense of oppression.

The main tomb is made of a single piece of pitch-black forest rock, and the walls can absorb light. Therefore, even if there are bright candles inside, most of the light will be swallowed up by the walls, and it is so cold that it makes people stand up.In the center of the tomb is a peculiar sun and moon dial. Even if there is no sunlight or moonlight penetrating in, the dial still moves slowly at an imperceptible speed.

Three short-brown men in knots sat around a wooden table, silently.Their hairlines are pinned with noble jade ornaments that don't match their clothes——

A lifelike jade cicada.

One of them, a blind old man, is the fan seller who bumped into the Yin family's fourth dandy and Jiang Xun.

He sat down respectfully, and made a big gift to the person sitting in the right seat: "Report to the Patriarch, the matter has been settled. A child of the Yin family died, and he was still in mourning when I left."

A man in sackcloth snatched the conversation, and said sternly, "I gave you five fans, why did only one die?"

The person in position twisted a string of wooden beads in his hand, and counted the grains. Hearing this, he said lightly, "It's worth it. Kissing the princess and killing Minglu, I killed her a child of the Yin family, it's not bad."

The man in sackcloth was very upset. When he turned his face, half of his face was still considered clear and beautiful, but the other half of his cheek was covered with scars and shocking burns: "Master! That Ji Yunkai followed the devil Yingyi He has done countless evils, but the upright people headed by the Yin family don't care about it, and leave it clean! My disciples of the Gong family have no choice but to fall to this point in order to avoid evil disasters, and to survive with the evil ways! How many people know that the Witch and Granddaughter was originally from the Yin family? What the Yin family did is clearly covering up and conniving! His family has countless disciples and a prosperous family, and only one person died, how can it be compared with the death of one person in my Gong family!"

The person in the right position was speechless, and the words "prosperous family" made him silent.

The old man kneeling down paused for a moment, then continued: "To tell the Patriarch, before I came back, I heard that the Empress Dowager sneaked back to the Yin Clan and burned down a house of the Yin Clan. As for whether there were any casualties... the news of the Yin Clan was sealed off. Very good, sorry for your incompetence."

Hearing the words, the man in sackcloth sneered: "Cause Xiao Qiang to kill each other. This is a good show."

The person in position finally stopped twisting the pearls, and glanced at the man in sackcloth: "Ji Yunkai's nature is so vicious, he never cares about the principles of nature and human relations, and your so-called revenge is just playing into her arms. The insignificant yellow-mouthed child plotted revenge privately over me. If you expose the fact that the palace family is still alive, how can you make up for it? The disfigured enmity between you and the empress is more important than the life and death of my palace family. Are things more important?"

This questioning sound made the scar-faced man called "Zhengxin" fall to the ground in a hurry, rolling his eyes around, trying to explain: "Disciple...disciple is guilty! It's just...just..."

The old man seemed unable to bear to see Zhengxin in such embarrassment, so he kindly rescued the siege and said: "Patriarch, calm down. The outside world has rumored that the fan-faced beauty was done by the empress. She has countless enemies and is cruel, so she has the additional crime of massacring her fellow disciples." What's the matter? And I acted secretly in this matter, without revealing any traces of the palace family, so the Patriarch can rest assured."

Zhengxin immediately climbed up: "Yes, yes, and besides, master, that Minglu...Minglu is the attendant of the sixteenth young master, and was killed by the empress. We murdered a Yin family's child, which can be regarded as revenge for him ..."

Hearing him mention Gong Yi, the superior person's expression softened a little: "...how is Lu Bing recently?"

The old man respectfully replied: "I controlled the beauty with the fan and went to the son's residence in the Yin family to secretly inquire about it. Everyone praises you for your hard work..."

Before he could praise him more, the high-ranking person turned cold: "How is his relationship with the Yu family? Can Yu's people trust him completely?"

The old man immediately knew what the Patriarch wanted to know, and immediately changed his words: "Young Master does not know the secret behind the Battle of Bozixu, and he only wants to make progress and revitalize the palace. Naturally, the Yu family does not doubt that he is there."

Only then did Patriarch Gong show a satisfied expression, and the speed of twirling the wooden beads in his hand was a little faster: "Very good. He is still young and lacking in character, so there is no need to let him know about our important affairs. When he grows up, Naturally it will come in handy. . . . Is there anything else to report?"

But at this moment the blind old man put on a solemn face, bowed down, and refused to get up for a long time.

The pause lasted so long that the Patriarch of the palace stopped twisting the beads, and then the old man straightened up, his eyes fell on the ethereal void, but his expression was already full of panic: "Master, Qin Mu, the eldest son of the Yuyang Qin family, Possessing strange skills, he is definitely not an ordinary person who cultivates immortals!"

In just a few words, sweat broke out on the old man's forehead.Afraid that he might not be able to explain clearly, the old man groped for a folding fan from his arms, the fan-faced beauty that Jiang Xun had touched but had not yet sold in the future.

Both the Patriarch of the Gong Family and Zhengxin's expressions changed, and they wanted to avoid it, but the old man hurriedly explained: "Patriarch, this fan is no longer harmful, please see—"

The fan unfolded slowly, but there was nothing on it, and the beauty was nowhere to be found.

Zhengxin became a little impatient: "Tell me, what's going on?"

The old man's voice trembled: "This subordinate... I don't know. This subordinate originally wanted to sell the fan to Qin Mu. It would be great if it could kill Qin Mu and cause disputes between the Yin and Qin families. It's just... It's just that after the young master of the Qin family touched the folding fan, the beauty on it dissipated her evil energy and vanished into thin air..."

With a straight face of disbelief: "How is it possible?"

The patriarch of the palace family on the side suddenly changed his color when he heard this.

The old man's throat was choked for a moment, and then he said slowly: "Such methods and skills... this subordinate... this subordinate suspects that he is..."