Dragon's Companion

Sure enough, a bar.

Even though he had foreseen it long ago, when Luo An showed it to Jiang Jiyao, he could still feel the man's surprise.

Looking at the pregnancy test stick, his eyes were heavy.

After watching for a while, Jiang Jiyao sealed the pregnancy test stick in a sealed bag, Luo An thought he was going to take out the trash, but unexpectedly saw Jiang Jiyao got up and took it to the study.

Luo An hurriedly got up: "What are you doing with the study?"

Although it was exquisitely done, it was also medical waste, and it was covered with its own excrement.

He followed and watched Jiang Jiyao take out a box from the bookshelf, and put the sealed contraceptive sticks in the box neatly. Luo An stepped forward curiously, only to find that the box was full of strange things. stuff.

Luo An poked his head out from behind like a little hamster: "Honey, can you show me?"

Jiang Jiyao handed him the box directly, and reminded: "Something inside may cause discomfort."

"?" Causes discomfort?

The more he said that, the more curious Luo An became.

There was only one chair in the study, Luo An said to sit down, Jiang Jiyao knew what he was going to do, and after sitting down, he stretched out his arms to hug him and sat on his lap.

Luo An began to carefully fiddle with the contents of the box, but there was nothing that caused any discomfort. A few scales that fell off and two replaced molars were all sealed in sealed bags, and there was also a water-absorbing activated carbon bag inside.

There is a sticky note on the outside of the sealed bag.

"981, December, 12rd, 3:16, 32."

Looking at the time on the molars, Luo An recognized at a glance: "This is not your handwriting."

I have seen the documents he hand-approved in the study several times before, the pen is sharp and unrestrained, which is completely different from his taciturn character, like wild grass spreading wildly on the wasteland.

They all say that their handwriting is like that of the person. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have imagined that Jiang Jiyao's handwriting would be like this.

And the handwriting on this note is square and square, and I feel that the person who wrote this kind of words is also a well-behaved person.

Jiang Jiyao: "The palace people who took care of me kept these when I was a child. Later, when I moved from the palace, they all moved here."

Luo An nodded thoughtfully, then turned back, and the handwriting gradually changed to Jiang Jiyao's.

He found a relatively heavy bag and took it out, lifted it up and shook it, and the metal pieces of various colors in it slammed into each other. It was quite special in the sun, but the shape was irregular, as if it was left over from some use. leftovers.

"What is this?" Luo An was a little curious.

Because only this sealed bag is not marked with time.

Jiang Jiyao looked at the sealed bag, and replied, "The shrapnel and cannon shells that were taken from my body."

"..."

Luo An's hand shaking the metal piece paused, and the expression on his face suddenly cooled down. He threw away the metal piece, and tightly held Jiang Jiyao's hand: "It must be very painful."

Although it is not heavy to carry, you don't need to count the bag of metal sheets to know that there are at least three digits.

Pieces were shot into the human flesh, and some of them might even be embedded in the cracked bones. The last time we chatted, I heard Xi Han talk about the cruelty of the battlefield.

At the time, talking about these things only felt cruel, but now it's the turn of the person I love the most, and I feel the pain from my heart.

The pain that Xi Han mentioned was actually what they had personally suffered.

Everyone is envious of the honors and feats they have achieved in the military, but no one knows how much blood and sacrifice they have experienced after each medal.

Jiang Jiyao didn't seem to remember whether it hurt or not, he just said: "Heal well, there is no scar at all."

Knowing that Jiang Jiyao wouldn't lie, he simply didn't even say whether it hurt or not. With so many bullets hitting his body, how could it not hurt.

Luo An turned around and put his arms around his neck and kissed him: "Although it's selfish, I'm really glad you came back from the military."

Luo An originally wanted to throw away the bag of shell skins, but after thinking about it, it might symbolize the honor of fighting for the soldiers, so he put the sealed bag back into the box after thinking about it.

Unexpectedly, a resin-solidified white rose appeared from below. The moment Luo An picked it up from the box, he obviously felt his breathing stop behind him.

"1003, July, 7nd?"

Looking at the date above, Luo An curled his mouth: "Isn't this the day we met?"

Then hold up the rose in the resin bottle and look at the sun. The white and plump petals hang quietly in the resin, as if they have been sealed in the bottle together with time, and will never lose the slightest splendor with the passage of time.

Luo An leaned against Jiang Jiyao's arms and deliberately teased: "I gave you such a big pot of flowers, why is there only one flower left?"

In fact, even if Jiang Jiyao threw away everything else, he wouldn't be angry if he only kept this one as a souvenir.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Jiyao shook his head: "They are all there. At that time, one fell off the car, and it could not be preserved, so it was solidified in the resin. The rest were transplanted to the flower bed downstairs. I can't take care of them when I don't go home often."

Hearing what he said, Luo An suddenly remembered that the cluster of white roses downstairs was given to Jiang Jiyao by herself, no wonder they looked so familiar.

Luo An suddenly realized it, turned around and hugged Jiang Jiyao's forehead, not giving him the slightest room to escape: "Ah, so at that time, husband, you fell in love with me at first sight?"

He also carefully preserved the roses he used for marriage proposal.

At that time, he seemed to be avoiding it, Luo An really thought that it would take a protracted battle to capture this iceberg.

Only after getting in touch did I realize that his brother Yao is a glutinous rice cake.

There is a layer of ice skin on the outside, and sugar drips inside when you bite.

Jiang Jiyao was frighteningly straightforward: "I don't know."

"..." Luo An lightly pinched his face and pulled from side to side: "Will you die if you lie to me?"

Jiang Jiyao thought about it carefully: "I don't know if it was love at first sight, but after I came back, I always wanted to see you, but I didn't dare to see you."

He was pressed against his forehead by Luo An, unable to turn his head, he could only lower his eyes slightly, his thick eyelashes fluttering like crow's wings.

Originally, Luo An didn't want Jiang Jiyao to avoid him, but unexpectedly, he suffered a critical blow of [-] points in his heart.

What kind of beauty is this, the gun hits the heart.

……

Later, I don't know what happened, heavy breathing sounded from the study, when Luo An woke up, he had already been washed, but his back hurt so badly that he couldn't move.

Still, refreshed.

In the future, when Jiang Jiyao goes to work in the Ministry of Justice, days like this may be rare.

Suddenly, the optical computer charged on the bedside table rang, Luo An reached for it, and after opening it, he found that it was an email from Gaiya.

At this moment, Jiang Jiyao came in with a cup of warm water, Luo An hurriedly called him: "Honey, there is a reply from Grandpa."

Jiang Jiyao skillfully picked up the pillow on the bed, put it behind Luo An, and handed him the warm water in his hand: "What did grandpa say?"

Luo An first glanced over it in a hurry, and after reading it, he smiled slightly and said, "It's the same as what you said."

Before Jiang Jiyao asked if he wanted to invite his grandfather to participate in the trial, he said that if he participated in the trial, he would report to the parliament in advance. After all, the matter was of great importance and involved the interests of both countries.At that time, the royal family will be alarmed and they will be alerted.

If you don't report it in advance, you will definitely be blocked by the Dragon Emperor after you convict the queen. Whether you report it in advance or not, it is not a perfect strategy.

The only way to avoid it is to expose the queen's crimes on the spot on the wedding day.

This made them unprepared, and on the day of the wedding, grandpa came to his wedding. The reason was high-sounding, and no one would doubt it at all.

But the only concern of grandpa is that marriage is their lifelong event after all, if such an incident happens on the wedding day, he is worried that Luo An will be unhappy.

Luo An looked at Jiang Jiyao: "On the day of the wedding, I have no objection, what about you, husband?"

In fact, Jiang Jiyao didn't say it directly at the time, because he was concerned about Luo An's feelings. Since he thought so, of course he had no objection.

The night before the wedding, the palace sent someone to help with the preparations, but Jiang Jiyao refused to let him in.

Ailin stood outside with several cars carrying their things, his face turned green from the cold wind at midnight, and he saw that the window lights were always on, but he refused to open the door for them.

In desperation, they could only report to the Dragon Emperor, saying that the First Prince would not let them go upstairs.

As soon as the Dragon Emperor was about to get angry with Jiang Jiyao through the communication, his grandfather responded with a single sentence: "Our Xiaoan's mother's family is not dead, so you need to point fingers here!"

The Dragon Emperor turned off the engine immediately, and before he finished apologizing, he was hung up by his grandfather.

Luo An was sitting on the chair, and Gaiya was helping him with his hair. Hearing the elf king's domineering reply, she smiled and gave a thumbs up: "My grandfather is amazing!"

Grandpa looked proud: "Then look, don't talk about him as a little bastard, when his father was here with me, he would have to call him brother!"

Then he threw the communicator to Jiang Jiyao, seeing his granddaughter-in-law's dull look, she said with some disgust, "It's been two months, can you do it?"

Jiang Jiyao was a little unclear about the communicator, so seeing Xi Han who was standing at the window nodding to him suggestively, he replied, "Okay."

"You fucker!" If it wasn't for seeing him just finished styling, the Elf King really wanted to give him a hug, "It's been two months and I don't have a great-grandson, if you can't, give us a baby boy instead!"

"..." Jiang Jiyao realized later that this was the problem.

Luo An couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Don't forget about grandpa, he's going to take maternity leave and work in the Ministry of Justice hasn't exhausted Jiang Chen to death."

Jiang Chen on the side immediately nodded in agreement: "The absence of the eldest prince these days is indeed a bit overwhelming."

In the past, the First Prince didn't think that they just performed their own duties, handled the matters at hand well, and commuted to and from get off work at the right time every day, which was not regular.

It wasn't until Jiang Jiyao took a long vacation that they suddenly realized that the eldest prince had done a lot of work for them.

In addition to being moved, everyone had the same thought: when will the eldest prince come back!If they don't come back, they will be exhausted!

A Sheng looked at them with a complicated face, opened his mouth to say something, but finally swallowed it: "Conceiving between men is inherently difficult, let this kind of thing take its course."

He thought to himself, His Majesty didn't stand by the window and listen to the wind for three hours. If Jiang Jiyao can't do it again, there will probably be no one in this world who can do it.

After Gaia finished her hair, she took off the scarf around his neck, looked at her result and couldn't help shouting excitedly: "Perfect!"

With her cheering, everyone around looked over.

Ke Luoan looked at the mirror, but blinked a little blankly: "Sister Xiaoya, why does my hairstyle feel the same as before?"

Or rather, didn't move at all.

Gaiya put away a pile of bottles and cans on the table, and said with a smile, "I can't tell the difference now, but it will be different when I wake up tomorrow."

Luo An stretched out his hand to touch it strangely, and the touch was the same as before, and there was no difference.

Forget it, as long as he doesn't paint and paint him like a mermaid.

When I was bored on the Internet, I saw a group of wedding photos of male and female couples.

Both of their faces were smeared like white-faced ghosts, and one of the men even had seductive lipstick on his mouth and heavy eyeshadow.

Although everyone has the right to be respected for their aesthetics, Luo An really doesn't want to be turned into such a horrible person.

When a man gets married, if there are no major blemishes on his face, he doesn't need makeup at all.

Looking back at Jiang Jiyao, his styling was done by Awang Yi. The bottom layer of the originally thick and soft black hair was thinned, and the hairspray on one side was fixed to the back, which made the already well-defined facial features stand out even more. Deep, in a black dress with a blooming white rose at the neckline.Compared with the usual indifferent and alienated temperament, it adds a bit of unruly romance.

When he was just finished, Xi Han laughed and teased him: "Jiyao, now I see you really look like a scumbag Sea King. The kind who has slept with more people than Arctic sea water."

Jiang Jiyao frowned: "Nonsense."

"I'm talking nonsense?" Xi Han said sharply, "If you don't believe me, let Luo An see if he looks like you!"

Luo An glanced in the mirror, and replied directly: "I don't know if it looks like it, but my husband sleeps with me a little less often than the water in the Arctic Sea. What Brother Xi means is that you still have to work hard, husband." .”

Those present burst into laughter.

Xi Han also laughed so hard that he couldn't answer: "I really deserve to ask you!"

……

It's 2:[-] in the morning and it's still dark.

He was discussing with his grandfather about the trial of the queen tomorrow, Luo An listened to the general idea, and then his body began to falter and he couldn't hold his head.

The drowsiness began to sweep over again.

Amidst the booing of everyone, Jiang Jiyao carried Luo An to the bedroom, Luo An was so sleepy that he squinted his eyes, still a little unwilling: "I haven't finished listening."

Jiang Jiyao helped him cover the quilt: "The general process has been explained just now, and I will tell you the specific details when you wake up tomorrow."

Luo An felt that the sleepiness tonight was really stronger than ever. Although he didn't want to hold back, but his energy was obviously not keeping up, so he nodded, not to waste Jiang Jiyao's time.

"Good night husband."

"Good night."

……

Sleeping until it was almost dawn, Luo An felt that his arms were getting hot uncontrollably, and he tossed and turned in discomfort.

He remembered that Jiang Jiyao poured him a glass of water before going to bed, and he dazedly reached out to get the glass, but his fingertips were entangled by a vine and hung in the air.

For a moment, Luo An lost all sleepiness, and immediately turned on the bedside lamp with the other hand.

The scene in front of him surprised him, countless vines spread out from the inside of his wrist, intertwined, like a huge green vine ball hanging above his head.

The surrounding vines are still getting closer, and the whole takraw ball keeps vibrating with the entangled vines, like a silent beating heart.

Luo An was slightly taken aback, and looked at his wrist, isn't that where the totem formed from the bow is attached?

No matter how he called before, there was no response, so why did he come out by himself in his sleep tonight?

Everyone is in the living room, and there is only one wall between them. If there is an emergency, there is still time to shout.

Thinking of this, Luo An calmed down and stretched out his hand towards the rattan ball, intending to see what was inside, but as soon as he approached, the surrounding vines seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned into a rattan whip, and slammed on Luo An's hand, Immediately, the thorns growing above pierced the flesh, and blood dripped down.

Luo An frowned in pain.

My uncle said before that each elf's bow has two sources, one is made by oneself, which is also the so-called original bow.This takes a long time, but once the production is completed, it can be used immediately, and it can be controlled freely without losing control.

The second is to inherit the bows of other elves. In this case, you don't need to make your own, but the bow will strongly repel others, and even cause attacks.

Luo An looked at his bruised hand, he was obviously attacked.

He looked at the vines that were still about to move, pursed the corners of his mouth, and suddenly felt a strong desire to conquer.

Disobedient to discipline, right?

Luo An seemed to feel no pain. Regardless of the continuous attacks of the surrounding vines, he reached into the vines, walked inward along the broken gap, and finally touched the things wrapped inside.

It was indeed the bow of the original owner's mother.

He pulled the vines with one hand, and wanted to pull the bow out of it with the other hand, but the surrounding vines became tighter and tighter, giving him no chance at all.

Luo An understood that it was not these vines that really attacked him, but the bow wrapped inside.

It seems that it has been loyal to the original owner's mother to a certain extent, and the bow has been severely deformed by pulling, and would rather be damaged than be used by him.

Ok.

Luo An's expression suddenly changed, he held both ends of the bow with both hands, pressed down with all his strength, and after a few minutes, he heard a muffled click from the takraw ball.The bow was broken into two by him, and the taut string finally hung limply, declaring the failure of resistance.

In an instant, the vines bound to it all receded and quickly shrank and turned black, while the withered base began to sprout and joint again to produce a fresh green color.

Wrap around the broken bow and wrap it around, as if quietly giving birth to a new life.

This time before Logan reached out, the tender green branch gently placed the huge green ball in front of him, and when Logan reached out to pick it up, a crescent-shaped new bow had been reassembled, although it was made the previous day. Put the bow on top of it, but you can't see the shadow of the former at all.

The colorful bows reflect the brilliance of the morning sun outside the window, and the bow strings are humming and trembling with the fit of the bows, like the first cry of a newborn baby.

The moment the sun shines into the house, Luo An's hair begins to grow rapidly, and the top of the hair is covered with soft plants with white flowers, playing hide-and-seek with himself along the hair, and the long hair and flower vines spread all over the bed behind him almost in the blink of an eye , The flower buds that are still blooming have extended to the nearby wall.

But Luo An didn't notice the change in himself, all his attention was focused on the bow in his hand, like a child who just got a new toy, curiously touching the bowstring on it.

Different from the cold and tingling feeling when touching the original owner's mother's bow, the string seemed to be a living creature. As soon as the fingertips touched it, the hard string immediately kissed his skin softly.

Luo An glanced at the three arrows floating beside him. Although he was curious about the effect of the arrows he shot, but now in the residential area, the space is small, so it is better not to try it lightly.

He touched the bowstring and fiddled with it lightly, wanting to have a good time first, but he didn't expect that the soft bowstring attached to his fingers would suddenly tighten the moment he let go, and a force shot out along the empty string, Luo An still Before he could react, a hole one meter square had already been blasted on the wall in front of him.

Through the hole, you can still see the shocked people in the living room looking back at him.

Xi Han had an unbelievable expression on his face, his mouth was so big that he could stuff two eggs, and growled: "What are you doing, kid Luo An??!"

If Jiang Jiyao hadn't reacted first and used his mental strength to build a screen just now, they would have been blasted to pieces!

"..." Luo An looked down at his own bow, and the bowstring began to softly cling to him again, completely unable to see the fierce moment just now.

Well, he obviously didn't shoot the arrow, is that okay?