Suo Jinling

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Chen Jing felt apprehensive in his chest, as if he had a rabbit in his chest, and was about to jump out of his mouth. The soft flagpole trembled twice, and seeing that it was about to stand up again, he swallowed, tightened his arms, and just wanted to wave himself twice. Fist, make yourself sober: "Where, where, I, I, cough, I don't stay overnight."

Lan Jingming laughed even more happily, his hair was frozen into icicles, and he poked Chen Jing's neck, causing Chen Jing's back to go numb, his hands and feet to be weak, his legs seemed to have spiritual consciousness, and he couldn't help but move.He walked in the snow step by step in the direction the young man pointed out. It was a wooden house covered by frost and snow. It was backed by the jungle and faced the stream. There was a small courtyard in front of it, and there was a burnt bonfire in the courtyard.

There are a few animal skins hanging outside the house, and there are knives, guns and sticks piled up at the door, which are obviously used for hunting all year round. Chen Jing walked into the wooden house under the guidance of the young man. Although the sparrow inside is small and complete, it just looks crude, as if it has been used for a long time. Never renovated.

There is a Buddha statue in the bedroom, and incense is placed in front of the Buddha statue, and the room is full of sandalwood, which soaks through the clothes.

Thinking about it this way... the Buddha statues are enshrined everywhere in the general's mansion, and the light fragrance exuding from the gentleman's body is probably the same way.

Recalling the first time I met my husband, what I raised my head and said was "You smell so sweet", Chen Jing shook his head wildly, only to realize that he was really a prodigal son, no wonder his elder brother wanted to make him a family, so that he could get married sooner. Take it easy.

start a family...

Take it easy...

Chen Jing raised his head subconsciously and crashed into a blue lake. The young man looked at him with eyebrows raised, his shadow reflected in the spring water, swaying and swaying.

With hot blood rushing to his forehead, Chen Jing bent over in a hurry, let go of his arms, and put the boy on the ground: "Quick, go put on your boots, it's freezing outside, be careful not to freeze. These nine days of cold weather are all burnt." There is no reason to scoop water in the river when you bathe in the house..."

Religion prevailed in Daliang, and everyone had to bow to the Buddha when they entered the door. Chen Jing's ear bones were red, and he tried his best to turn his head back, forcing himself to calm down.

The door squeaked, and frost and snow rushed through the door. The young man came with a simple pot, raised his finger and scratched his ears: "There is nothing to entertain. Grandpa left some green leaves, so let's cook them."

I don’t know where this green leaf was picked. At first glance, it looks ordinary, just a pile of ordinary leaves, but it is fragrant and pleasant when boiled. Steaming makes the room feel like spring, and the smoke is intoxicating.

There were two tea bowls with missing corners on the table, carefully plugged them with bamboo skins, drinking tea from them would be a bit irritating, if it was in the general's mansion, with Chen Jing's usual style, he would have asked someone to replace them with new ones, but he didn't know Why, the bamboo skin piercing his mouth was not an eyesore, the corners of his lips were bleeding, but he still gulped it clean, he couldn't bear to put it down at all.

With a bang, the tea bowl was placed on the table, and Chen Jing slapped his thigh fiercely: "Come again!"

"Blood is coming from my lips." Lan Jingming propped up his half body and rubbed the corner of Chen Jing's lips with his finger. "Be careful, drink from mine this time."

His white fingertips were stained with blood, and his blond hair brushed against his ear bones. Chen Jing shuddered, and subconsciously rubbed his nose. His eyes didn't dare to look at anyone, and swished them into the teacup: "I, I won't stay overnight."

Lan Jingming was stunned for a moment, his shoulders trembled, and he pushed his teacup to the opposite side: "Relax, I won't do what is difficult for others, and I won't do anything to you."

Chen Jing blinked his eyes, and really wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it. In front of this young man, he never looked like a wise man, either he was ignorant and stupid, or he was in a state of embarrassment, like a bereaved dog .

"Why... do you live here?" Chen Jing rubbed his knees, tilted his neck up to cover up, poured down the tea in one gulp, his lungs were burning hot, and there was a rumble, "You live alone? "

"Originally, we lived with Grandpa." Lan Jingming brought Chen Jing's tea bowl, lowered his head and took a sip, "After Grandpa left, I lived by myself."

Chen Jing's eyes followed Lan Jingming's lips, and he rubbed them subconsciously: "Then... have you been hunting for a living since you were a child?"

"It's different from you. You are the son of a farmer, so you don't have to worry about food and clothing." Lan Jingming sighed, put his fingers on the edge of the bowl, and turned half a circle between his palms. Food and clothing are not a problem, and there are fewer prey in autumn and winter, and one bite counts as one bite, and you will never die of hunger."

This wooden house is different from the mansion house, it stands in the mountain snow, naturally the wind leaks from all sides, Chen Jing swept over the thin layer of bedding on the couch, sleeping on it all day in the winter snow, his joints will ache and he will not be able to walk as time goes by.

"If that's the case, then come to my house." Chen Jing's Adam's apple rolled, hot sweat dripped down his back, "To tell you the truth, I didn't reveal my real identity when we met for the first time. The situation is really critical, so I dare not fully confess. I am Yongkang The younger brother of General Chen Rui in the City General's Mansion, his single name is Jing, and there are only two brothers and sister-in-law in his family, both of whom are reasonable people. You are my savior, and come to stay at my house temporarily, let me repay you well, Gold, silver and jewels are up to you to choose, if I have a bite to eat, I will never miss you. Everyone in the family calls me Ah Jing, if you feel that you are born..."

"Ajing," Lan Jingming raised the tip of his tongue, his eyes filled with a smile, and the corners of his eyes turned red, "You said so, I will call you Ajing."

The fingers hidden in the sleeves gradually clenched into fists.

Following the order of his father Khan, he had to sneak into the general's mansion so that he could find the dragon's veins and steal the Hunyuan map of mountains and rivers.

However, if they attack Yongkang City head-on, or sneak into the General's Mansion in the middle of the night, a fierce battle will be inevitable, which is really the next best strategy.

The best way... is to lure people over by howling wolves, lead them into the prepared wooden house step by step, and try to find out with words step by step, letting Chen Jing take him into the mansion.

He originally prepared several sets of excuses, but none of them were useful. He had only been with Chen Jing for a few days before, but when they met again, they were not acquainted. On the contrary, they were like old friends for many years. Say what you want, without any worries.

Chen Jing is enthusiastic and straightforward, frank and frank, which contrasts with his deliberate intentions, and he is really the younger generation.

Lan Jingming lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Chen Jing folded his palms on his knees into fists. He thought the young man still had worries, and he just wanted to persuade him: "You don't need to worry too much. Even if you enter the general's mansion, no one will force you to do anything. If you want to come Just come, leave as you want, if you want to find an official position, I can ask my brother for help, or I will be able to take over the official title when I am a little older, then I will arrange for you what you want to do. No matter how many retainers there are in the general's mansion, I can ask them to repair your house. The bedding is too thin and needs to be replaced with a bed. The tables, chairs, dishes and chopsticks are all cracked. I will replace them with new ones... ··”

"Okay, okay," Lan Jingming waved his hands again and again, "Stop talking, let me think about it. There are some plucked pheasants outside, just wait here, and I'll make you a bowl of chicken soup."

Having said that, how could Chen Jing wait obediently? He jumped up, moved two steps stiffly, touched the boy's eyes, and was speechless again, unable to say anything: "I, I have salt on my body. , I'm here to help."

He frantically raised his hand, stuffed it into the cloth pocket on his chest, and took out the salt shaker. This time it was different from last time. This time, the salt shaker was round, and it was a round-faced Fuwa, with a naive look.

"Thank you, Ah Jing," Lan Jingming frowned, rubbed Chen Jing's finger, and snatched away the salt jar, "Ah Jing is so kind."

Chen Jing was immediately roasted into a ball by the charcoal fire, steamed into a ball of ashes, his palms were empty, he clasped them stiffly, unable to retain the heat.

The wind and snow outside had lightened, and a full moon was in the sky, hidden in thick clouds, and the stars were shining brightly, forming a Milky Way.

Lan Jingming sat cross-legged in the courtyard, lighting the firewood. The earthen pot he used to cook the soup was also old, with a small hole in the top. Fortunately, he didn't add much water to the chicken soup, so it wouldn't overflow.

When Chen Jing was in the mansion, his ten fingers were not touched by the spring water, not to mention three meals a day, six meals a day were delivered, and he would never do such things as plucking hair and scales to control the temperature of the fire, he squatted beside the young man , I stared blankly for a long time, couldn't help but go back to the house, found a thick fur, and wrapped it around the boy.

"Isn't it cold?" Chen Jing said viciously, fastened the animal skin twice, and covered it under the young man's neck, "Next time I'll let me see you come out in only single clothes, and I'll beat you until you can't get out of bed."

These words were on the lips of the elder brother Chen Rui, and he used them to threaten him all the year round, but he used them without any hesitation, without feeling abrupt.

Lan Jingming seldom heard this, and was stunned for a while, and did not move for a long time.

When he was in the tent, no one could threaten him. Even if he threatened him, he would take revenge. His life seemed to be only patience and resistance. This kind of trivial matter of food and clothing...has long since been ignored.

Lan Jingming fiddled with the firewood, the flames fluctuated up and down, passed over his fingers, and scorched a wisp of burnt.

Chen Jing rushed over in a hurry, grabbed a handful of ice and snow, and wrapped the boy's finger bones together: "Be careful."

The palms were hot and cold, Chen Jing held the four fingers like he was holding the jade carved from ice, he didn't dare to use any force for fear of breaking the finger bones.

There is not a trace of callus on the finger, and the snow skin touches the thin bone, causing trembling.

Lan Jingming pulled out his wrist, his ear bones were stained red: "Sit down, just wait obediently."

Chen Jing wanted to be obedient, but he couldn't wait obediently. He half-squatted and half-sat, his eyes followed the young man, like a greedy big dog, always wanting to rub up and get close.

When Lan Jingming was stared at, he felt thorns on his back, that layer of fur was as thin as a cicada's wing, and he was about to be cut open with his eyes, wantonly lick|licking his skin.

"I was born out of phase." Lan Jingming hugged the animal skin and breathed out wrapped in it, "I don't want to go to your place and be pointed at by others."

"I have a way," Chen Jing leaned forward and squatted down, like a big dog with tender meat in its mouth, with afterimages of its tail dangling, and eyes as bright as cold stars, "I have a way, you follow me."