Suo Jinling

The wrist bones were as hot as fire, and the veins on the upper part jumped and burned to the ear bones. Lan Jingming could hardly touch the outside. He was wrapped and squeezed by the huge panic until it was crushed to pieces.

Discovered by...

The person in front of him was not in a hurry, his eyes were burning like stars, he was staring at himself quietly, his nose was as thin as a scimitar, showing a faint chill, Lan Jingming knew that this gentleman could not be perfunctory, if he closed his eyes and made up nonsense, he would be punished. Immediately brought him to the general, threw him into the prison and beat him half to death. Whether he died or lived was left to fate, no one could save him.

There is no other way, I can only...do not do anything.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly stretched out his other hand, pinching He Zhongyin's wrist: "Ah Jing calls you sir...let me call you sir too."

"Oh?" He Zhongyin raised his eyebrows slightly, aroused by his reaction, "This little friend has some courage."

"Compared to Mr. Lan Jingming," Lan Jingming paused, looking up at the person, "I don't know Mr.... why did you sneak into the dragon's veins?"

Lan Jingming put all his eggs in one basket, making it a desperate way, which would hurt both sides at the slightest, and be crushed to pieces at the worst.

He recalled that the two men said during the previous inspection that the gentleman in the mansion once broke in by mistake and almost lost his life. As for the matter, I heard from Ah Jing that this gentleman came from outside the customs. He has been homeless for many years, and he insisted on staying in the mansion only because Ah Jing's sister-in-law liked him.What happened to this person in the past, what kind of old friends and relatives did he have, why he was willing to stay here... These things that should have been investigated to the bottom seemed to be covered by this fairy face in front of him.

Lan Jingming didn't know how he played this move. After all, when he said this, he was really trying to test the other party, and wanted to catch the other party's tricks. He was bullied in the tent and slowly figured it out. If you have the upper hand, it is enough to protect yourself.

The haze in Mr.'s eyes was swept away, fleeting, and murderous intent flashed from the end of his eyes, Lan Jingming's heart was suffocated, knowing that he was betting on the right game, his heart was beating like a drum for a moment, and he mustered up the courage to look at Mr. Ups and downs, cold sweat dripping down, he just refused to give in.

"Bai Qing! Sir! Where is the water? I'm thirsty!"

There was a lot of wind outside the door, Chen Jing strode in and rushed in, bringing with him a sense of restlessness, the gentleman and the young man in the study looked at each other, their wrists were clenched together, at first glance, it seemed that they were full of affection.

Chen Jing's chest twitched, his eyelids trembled, he squeezed hurriedly and forced himself between the two: "Hey, what are you doing?"

He Zhongyin let go of his palms, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up. The chill faded away, like the remaining snow in winter, suddenly turning into mist.

If he hadn't been touched by the killing intent, Lan Jingming would have felt that he was too tense, but he had lived on thin ice for many years, which made him develop a beast-like intuition. He knew that this gentleman really wanted to kill him just now... ... I just restrained myself and didn't do anything in Ah Jing's study.

If they really match up, what are their chances of winning?

Lan Jingming didn't dare to take it too seriously, he was so suppressed just now that he couldn't move, and he had no strength to resist.

He Zhongyin folded his arms around his chest, turned around the desk, and sat back on the wicker chair: "Just now, your little friend grinded ink for me, and the ink stood on his hand, I just wiped it off for him."

The corners of Chen Jing's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself that it's not the first day I know you, if you have such kindness, the sun will come out from the west!

Lan Jingming didn't want to stand in the light, he shrank back, retreated into the corner, and merged into the shadows.

There was only He Zhongyin's half-cup of cold tea on the table. Chen Jing didn't care, raised it up and gulped it down, and wiped his mouth casually: "I'm starving to death! When can I eat?"

"You didn't practice very well, and you never missed a meal," Chen Rui snorted outside the door, "Come out, lunch is ready."

According to the ancestral rules, the concubine cannot eat at the same table as the master and the young master, but Chen Jing didn't care. He took the boy by the wrist, pressed him to the side of the table, and served him dishes one by one. Lan Jingming hadn't even touched the porcelain spoon yet. The bowl was piled up into a hill, and after that thrilling confrontation, he still had no appetite, so he could only eat with his head down, swallowing a few vegetable leaves.

Chen Jing noticed that the young man was restless, and he had no desire to eat meat, so he stripped away all the food, said hello hurriedly, and led the young man to leave the table.

After the two of them left, Chen Rui put down his rice bowl, and said softly with a thud, "I followed people around the city, but no one knew about this Bai Qing, and I couldn't find any traces, so I rashly stayed by Ah Jing's side. It really made me feel uneasy. But this little bastard has become determined after eating the weights. If he wants to carry a big sedan chair in the future and marry someone into the door... I'm afraid I won't be able to stop him."

"General, don't worry too much." He Zhongyin didn't use much, just sipped a few sips of soup, "In ancient times, most good things are not strong, and colorful clouds are easy to disperse and glass is brittle. Now the two are still young and have never experienced wind and rain. In the future, What will happen is unknown."

Chen Jing pulled Lan Jingming all the way back to the bedroom, pressed him on the couch, pinched the boy's face and looked at it for a while, twisted a hot towel and pressed it on the boy's face: "Wipe yourself, the eyes are red of."

Lan Jingming was still in shock, forced himself to wipe his face with a towel, struggled to part the corners of his lips: "I'm fine, Ah Jing just rest."

"I'm used to it." Chen Jing didn't shy away. He brought Lan Jingming's used towel and slapped it on his face. What's the matter, sir bullied you?"

Lan Jingming didn't dare to say it, he shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly: "I...I want to learn how to write from him, but he said I'm too stupid."

Chen Jing raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Is there such a thing? It's unreasonable! Don't be afraid, if he doesn't teach you, I will teach you!"

Lan Jingming was dumbfounded: "You...do you know?"

"Is there anything you can't learn?" Chen Jing pulled Lan Jingming to his side and rubbed out ink for someone, "These are all the copybooks I copied yesterday, just try it, if you don't know it, I will teach you."

Lan Jingming was just saying casually, but now it's hard to get off a tiger, he can't do without writing, he still can't use his strength, writing a few words crookedly, almost leaking the rice paper, Chen Jing couldn't stand it anymore, so he just raised his hand and said Holding the back of his hand, the palms of the two of them pressed against the back of the hand, the heat slid up, and the heartstrings were pounding. Chen Jing pressed against Lan Jingming's neck, and was lost by this strand of hair. Nothing, flickering on and off, like a bean candle in front of a Buddhist hall, burning out all the thoughts in my heart.

The two of them were serious about writing at first, but then they started playing around, you drew a bastard on the paper, I drew a rabbit on the paper, the white rice paper was smeared badly, turned into dust and flew around, Chen Jing was so tired , rolled twice on the couch, and suddenly sat up: "Seeing that it is almost the first day, a lot of congratulatory gifts have been picked in the mansion, and the market outside is open until after the third watch. My elder brother secretly hid my sister-in-law before, and in the tree Buried a few jars of aged green bamboo leaves, it is rumored that the wine is soft in the mouth and has a strong aftertaste... Shall we go and steal it?"

Lan Jingming never expected that while he was talking, he would be abducted and stolen behind him. He didn't want to cause trouble at all, but he couldn't bear Chen Jing's strength, so he pulled him across a few stone roads, and got into a tree when he was not prepared. Under the canopy, digging with bare hands for a long time, two nails were split.

Lan Jingming looked distressed, and couldn't help but started to move his hands. The two dug under the tree, digging a small hole like a dog digging, and moved out two small altars under the stone. The altars were covered by layers. The fragrance of the mud came out, Chen Jing looked around, and carefully lifted the lid, the rich aroma of wine came out, the smell made people fascinated, and he didn't know what time it was.

Chen Jing gave someone a wink, and the two of them used their hands and feet together to fill the soil back to its original shape, ran back to the yard along the original road, jumped into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

There were two priceless glass luminous cups on the shelf in the study. Chen Jing rolled them up unceremoniously, filled the two cups, picked up one cup himself, and poured it into his mouth: "Wow—bah!"

Before it could penetrate into the internal organs, most of it was sprayed out first.

The aged liquor was strong enough to enter the mouth, like a dragon swimming into the sea, stirring the internal organs, Chen Jing pinched his neck, hissed for a long time, wrinkled his bitter melon face and moaned: "Don't drink it, or add some water."

"It's okay." Lan Jingming picked up his cup, licked it carefully, and poured it down, "It's not a problem."

Chen Jing was dumbfounded.

His youthful nature was disturbing, and he refused to give in to others in front of his sweetheart, so he poured a glass full, pinched his nose and choked, "Have another glass."

Lan Jingming should have stopped him, but for some reason, his heart was heavy, and the words of persuasion turned into the strong taste of alcohol on his lips, leading him to fall into a dream, as if he was competing with Chen Jing, you have a drink Have a drink, you pour one and I pour another, Chen Jing blushed, babbling nonsense for a long time, muttering non-stop, humming haha ​​in the bedroom, swung a set of punches, Lan Jingming's face remained unchanged, one cup after another Well, this aged spirit is weaker than plain water to him, not only does it not intoxicate him, but it also makes him more sober.

Beiyi's wine was much stronger than these, and the rest of the people danced and danced around the bonfire after drinking it.

He also wants to get drunk, forget about the past, throw away the past and present, and be really cool for a while.

Chen Jing was so tired from the drunken punching, he swayed over in a daze, lowered his head, stroked like a puppy twice, pressed his lips against Lan Jingming's earlobe, and exhaled slowly: "I... How about you? You, you can marry me."

Lan Jingming sat in a daze, with the smell of alcohol steaming over him, his ear bones were so red that they were about to bleed, his eyes were blurred.

"Ajing..."

Chen Jing could no longer hear clearly.

He fell back on the couch, snoring loudly.

"Ajing..."

Lan Jingming pinched the wine glass, his fingers trembling slightly, he couldn't hold it steady for a while.

"If you know...everything is false, and your sincerity will be trampled under my feet," Lan Jingming put down his glass, palms pressed to his forehead, shoulders trembling, "you will hate me to the core stop."

That's too late.

He is stuck on a tiger, and there is no turning back.

He can be coaxed for a while, but not for a lifetime, and the matter of finding the dragon veins and stealing the map... must not be delayed any longer.

On the first day of the first year, every household in Yongkang City was decorated with lanterns and festoons, dragon and lion dancers were all out, and servants and maidservants would go home for the festival. It was a rare moment for everyone to relax.

On the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, we will start.