Suo Jinling

"No," Lan Jingming sniffed, pinched the mattress with his fingers, and gently twisted it twice, "It's just that I'm not used to it, so don't worry about it, Ah Jing."

Chen Jing couldn't be relieved at all. There used to be a lake in the eyes of the young man, but now the lake has faded, the abundant water vapor has dried up, and turned into a desert without any luster.

"Nonsense," Chen Jing stretched out his long arms and put his arms around the boy's shoulders, "Forget it, cry if you want, it's no big deal, don't look at me now, I loved crying when I was young, and when I hit a tree trunk on the road, His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and when he cried, tears poured down like rain, which could fill the lake outside."

"Really?" Lan Jingming approached Chen Jing, bent his forehead and put it on the other's shoulder, "Since that's the case, why don't Ah Jing cry for me."

Chen Jing choked immediately, shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's all old things, if you don't mention it, don't mention it, don't worry, I will go to my elder brother Xingshi tomorrow to question the crime, so that he will not dare to scare you again."

Lan Jingming chuckled: "Then I will prepare the wound medicine tomorrow. If you come back and I take off your pants and apply the medicine, don't be ashamed."

Chen Jing's face was red, and he wanted to make trouble when he rushed forward, the two of them rolled around on the couch, embracing each other, making the surroundings creak and the pillows were scattered everywhere, and the maidservants by the door gave each other winks when they heard the sound , Blowing out a few candles, quietly walked out of the threshold, turned around and closed the door.

The two of them messed around for a while, they were so tired that they collapsed, they couldn't use half of their energy, there was no sound outside the door, only the sound of the wind, Chen Jing rolled to his feet, ran out barefoot to have a look, only realized on the way back, climbed up the collapse When the cheeks were on fire, it couldn't fade for a long time.

The retainers and maidservants would never know about their confrontation outside the mansion. They thought that Chen Jing finally fell in love with him and found a door to fill in the house. Right now, the young man is dressed in tulle, sweated by him, his clothes are disheveled, and his hairpin is in the collapsed place. On the bed, the head was covered with black hair, and it was like water spreading on the pillow. Chen Jing wanted to look at it but didn't dare to look at it. Half of his buttocks were hanging on the edge of the slump.

"It's getting late, it's time for Ah Jing to rest." Lan Jingming took off the tulle, climbed to the top of the couch, hugged a hard pillow, and yawned long, "It's windy and sunny this day, eyes I can't open it."

"Then go to sleep," Chen Jing stood upright, eyes glued to his two toes, and moved up and down twice, "I'll go to sleep later."

"Why do you want to sleep later?" Lan Jingming muttered in a low voice, waving his arms like a child, patting the edge of the couch, "If you don't come to sleep, I can't sleep alone."

This is real.

Lan Jingming was too cold, the chill from the inside to the outside wrapped him in, turning him into an ice sculpture, just now he just fought with Chen Jing for a while, and broke out in a hot sweat, which gave him a bit of warmth.

Ah Jing's body is always warm, hugging someone is like holding firewood that will not go out, and will not let go after being burned to ashes.

Chen Jing was still a little shaken before, and wanted to find something short to come over, or spread a layer of quilt, or make a random floor, but at this moment, the young man hooked his fingers, his thoughts disappeared, his legs moved forward stiffly, and he fell horizontally on the ground. Sagging.

Inspector Lan Jingming stretched his arms, without saying a word, pulled Ah Jing to his side, wrapped his hands and feet together, curled his forehead, and rubbed it into the latter's neck.

Only in this way, only in this way...is there a little warmth.

Knowing that it shouldn't be like this, Lan Jingming was freezing badly, as if he had been walking in the desert for several years, and finally touched the water source, he was eager to drink, and would rather eat his stomach to pieces.

Chen Jing was still somewhat reserved at first, but when he put his arms around the young man's shoulders, the resistance disappeared. His body was hot all year round, and he was always sweating profusely in summer, and he was annoyed. Now he was holding an ice fish in his arms, which was watery and slippery. The dream is the same, it is really a dream come true.

The sound of the clapper sounded, Chen Jing had spent the past few days sleeping in the open, and finally returned to the warm mattress, with the soft and fragrant soft jade in his arms, and fell asleep with his eyelids closed.

Lan Jingming was exhausted, as if someone stuffed him into a sack, beat him until he couldn't get up, threw him headfirst into the glacier, poured cold water into his mouth and nose.He was so tired that he didn't want to open his eyes, but his mind was exceptionally clear. Mr. Tsing Yi's figure was indistinct, flickering in front of him, making him unable to move his eyes away.

Half-dream and half-awake, Lan Jingming seemed to be flying in the air, looking down at the ground, there was a weak baby in the swaddle, with crooked eyebrows and white cheeks, the mouth that had not yet grown teeth was wide open, and the lips were dripping with saliva Entering the neck, someone hugged him in his arms and coaxed him softly, the voice was gentle and soft, like a trickle of water, jingling on the stone wall.

He wanted... wanted something, wanted too much.

He wanted to hide in that swaddle forever, not to fall to the ground.

He wanted that hairpin, golden and shiny, like a piece of beautiful jade, embellished in the cloud-like blond hair.

Lan Jingming carefully raised his hand and touched the hairpin.

The next moment, his whole body was in severe pain, his back was hit by a sledgehammer, his internal organs were displaced, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

He was wrapped in swaddling clothes, the back of his neck was covered with turf, and there were unmelted snow waves on the grass blades. The snow waves surged layer by layer, and the sound of the wind whizzed through the valley, shaking the ground. The mountains shook and the night sky trembled, he heard crying, it was a low moan that was so hoarse that it was almost weeping blood, it was the wailing of a broken back and being swallowed into the stomach.He heard laughter, it was the joy of being confident, the excitement of being full of ambition, it was the goshawk swooping down, sweeping away the little beasts in the jungle, screaming manically and loudly.

Lan Jingming was tied up in swaddling clothes, so wrinkled that he couldn't get out his hands and feet. He forced his head up, trying to see something clearly. In front of him was a vast expanse of snow. Turning over the tree trunk, being swaddled by vines, being poked in the eye by a branch, his head was bleeding, a green shirt flashed in front of his eyes, he struggled to raise his head, and thrust his neck forward... just hit a piece iron plate.

The pillow was soaked with sweat.

With his forehead resting on Chen Jing's chest, and hearing the thunderous snoring in his ears, Lan Jingming swayed to his feet, pushed Chen Jing's arms away, and stood barefoot on the ground.

It's been a long time... I haven't had such a long nightmare.

He walked slowly to the door, opened the door a thin crack, and sat on the threshold in only a single suit.

The moonlight is like water, and the branches are covered with thick snow.

Lan Jingming rubbed his palms, put his palms against his eyes, and buried his head between his knees.

Randur and the others... are right.

He is stern, slutty, indecisive and unwilling to kill.

Now in the general's mansion, his mind is overwhelmed by the gentleness, and he can't see anything clearly.

Obviously, he is about to be promoted to Gele, and any love for his children should be left behind, no matter who his mother is, no matter how much this Mr. Qingshan shakes him... he should not go into it any further.

Born out of phase, they should have been left behind. People who are about to die don't know how many years they have to live. The only thing they can do is turn into the tip of a gun and fight on the battlefield until the gun body is completely destroyed and broken into tattered pieces.

Right now... the top priority is to find the dragon veins and take away the Hunyuan map of mountains and rivers.

He is the only one who has just entered the mansion, so there must be people watching him all the time, it is too reckless to act hastily, so he can only inquire secretly first, then he will act when the time comes.