As a scumbag, I took a stand-in script

Xiao Yunjian looked down at his hand.

What was pulled there was a plain white sleeve.

The wide cuffs vaguely show the appearance that Ling Zhi would wear on weekdays.

Looking up, Ling Zhi concealed his surprise and deliberately maintained a calm face.

Xiao Yunjian let go of his hand hastily, and took two wrong steps after his steps.

He said in a panic, "I'm really sorry just now, but after hearing such news, it made me a little..."

"Overwhelmed?"

Ling Zhi opened his mouth abruptly.

It has been a long time since he had a conversation with Xiao Yunjian.

Now it was Xiao Yun who admonished him, and Xiao Yun admonished him.

But... can he go one step further?

But he looked at Xiao Yunjian who took a wrong step back in Chuhe Hanjie.

He pursed his lips, knowing again in his heart.

If he can't face up to his current position, he will lose all the efforts he has made in the past two years.

All turned into bubbles.

He sighed a long time, only said: "I am at a loss."

Another good news came from the corner of the street, as if some government office was distributing wedding candies from door to door.

Everyone is in a state of auspiciousness

But here at Xiao's house on Zhuque Street, they looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to say.

Xiao Yunjian glanced at Ling Zhi who was standing at the door, frowned, and still said: "Come in first, standing here will let others find out what's wrong."

This is Ling Zhi's first time entering Xiao's residence.

There is a grape trellis in the neatly tidy courtyard.

The servants come and go in peace and contentment, but they are orderly. From a glance, it seems that it is because of the master's well-trained/taught.

Before Xiao Yunjian could speak, the servant brought over the low chair made of rattan by the uncle and nephew.

Xiao Yunjian glanced at it, but did not refute it in the end.

As soon as Ling Zhifu took his seat, before he could speak, he heard a knock on the door.

The post station officer raised his voice and said, "My lord, your dear cousin has written again!"

Xiao Yunjian gave the nurse a wink, and she immediately went to the door and took back the letter.

He also distributed a small amount of scattered silver to the officials, and it was a good thing that he was willing to come to Xiao's house to deliver letters every now and then.

Xiao Yunjian took the letter.

The glue marks sealed with rice paste are still neat and fresh, and have not been opened and sealed again.

The inscription on the envelope is also familiar to Xiao Yunjian——

It was a letter written by Lu Fuying himself.

He tore open the envelope, pulled out the letter paper as thin as a cicada's wing, and read softly:

"Kiss my cousin, seeing words is like meeting you. Although I haven't contacted you for a long time, my sister really misses you."

"There's been a lot of things these days, and I can't say anything but a few words. I hope to see you again."

"There is an octagonal pavilion on the ten-mile slope on the outskirts of the capital. We will meet here in three days."

"Sister, English characters."

Xiao Yunjian frowned.

Ling Zhi's tall body curled up on the low rattan chair, his legs were folded in one place, and he didn't know where to stretch.

In a moment of embarrassment, I listened to the words of my dear cousin.

But he forgot about his legs and didn't know where to put them.

It was as if his heart was tightly grasped by both hands, and it was pinched all round and flat invisibly.

The sour and astringent burning made the whole chest uncomfortable.

He thought that after two years of precipitation, he should be a little more indifferent to such things.

But he has forgotten, nothing has been forgotten in the past 300 years.

How could inconsistency be branded into his shackles now?

After only a few more sentences, he heard the English word.

It was as if he had never cared about the twists and turns between Lu Fuying and Xiao Yunjian before.

Now that I think about it, at that time the Empress also said that she would betroth Princess Fuying to Xiao Yunjian.

Ling Zhi took a deep breath, but sighed, "It's Lu Fuying?"

Xiao Yunjian glanced at him, but did not answer his question first.

He just rolled up the letter paper and handed it to the wet nurse, saying: "Burn it, please watch it burn completely, don't leave even a trace of dust and powder, just like usual."

The wet nurse took the letter paper in good faith and burned it clean.

Even if this letter was in Xiao's residence, it was only in the hands of two people.

Don't dare to ask others to touch it again.

Even just now, the voice is as thin as a mosquito.

Except for Ling Zhi, ordinary people in this dream cannot hear.

Xiao Yun remonstrated for a moment, he had been so long, he had forgotten that Ling Zhi's five senses were also different from ordinary people like him.

He nodded, but his expression was somewhat hesitant.

"Are you going to the appointment?" Ling Zhi asked in a low voice.

Nowadays, there is no such thing as the sound-absorbing tactic and the sound-proof cover, so it is a bit inconvenient.

Ling Zhi looked at Xiao Yunjian intently.

He hadn't sat down like this for a long time, and Ju Lin looked forward to seeing the beautiful woman Xi Aoshu

Xiao Yunjian was a little distracted, and didn't care who the person beside him was, or what he said.

He always felt that there was something wrong with the letter, but he turned around and asked the wet nurse.

It has become a handful of dust.

He sighed, and lay on his back on his favorite rocking chair.

The chair shook twice before he turned his head to look directly at Ling Zhi and said, "At this moment, I just said that I haven't seen you for a long time, but it's a bit late?"

The afternoon sun was a bit glaring, Xiao Yunjian raised his hand to cover it with the back of his hand.

He was born extremely white, even a jade carving like Ling Zhi couldn't match him.

The halo passed through his palm, but it seemed to be transparent.

Nothing can cover it.

Xiao Yunjian was somewhat discouraged.

Ling Zhi looked around, but saw a dark oil-paper umbrella lying on Mukou.

He walked quickly to the umbrella, took the umbrella, and opened it in front of Xiao Yunjian.

He said: "Although it doesn't have much effect, it can also reduce the direct sunlight."

Xiao Yunjian raised his eyes and glanced at him, but got up by himself.

He dragged his swinging recliner to the shade under the vines.

He tilted his head up again.

Instead, he left Ling Zhi where he was in embarrassment, which was very embarrassing.

Xiao Yunjian didn't speak harsh words to each other, but explained: "Only by not taking advantage of others can you be good for yourself."

He nuzzled at his servant, signaling that he had brought a wicker chair to Ling Zhi, and put it in the shade under the grape arbor.

He didn't care, so he didn't care to say more or explain more to Ling Zhi.

Gu Zheng had just finished writing the few copies assigned to him by Xiao Yunjian, and left the room after getting permission from the wet nurse.

Like a slingshot, he fell into Xiao Yunjian's arms.

After being coquettish for a while, he just saw Ling Zhi beside him.

Gu Zheng hesitated for a moment, and then said in a soft voice: "I remember you. You were the one who always haunted uncle in mother... mother's palace at that time."

Xiao Yunjian sighed, everyone knew that Gu Zheng remembered everything, but he never said anything.

Ling Zhi bent down, squatted in front of Gu Zheng, and showed Gu Zheng his flawless half face.

He didn't speak, but looked at Gu Zheng with a happy expression.

Although he remembers, children always don't understand.

Xiao Yunjian said just now: "Except for the 'good news' that I just heard suddenly, I have some things that I want to ask you—"

Without even thinking about it, Ling Zhi said, "Okay."

"Okay?" Xiao Yun remonstrated, "You haven't listened to me, what's the matter?"

"Everything is good." Ling Zhi said solemnly.

As long as Xiao Yunjian said, even if it was a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, he would be able to go.

Xiao Yunjian clicked his tongue, pushed Gu Zheng in front of him, and said: "Then, from now on, teach Zheng'er some martial arts."

Before Ling Zhi could say anything, Gu Zheng jumped up and said joyfully, "Finally I'm going to learn martial arts!"

However, there is no rush.

Xiao Yunjian was still a little dazed about the question in the letter, after he recalled it carefully.

But suddenly remembered the sentence Ling Zhi asked: "Is it Lu Fuying?"

English characters!

Caixi is the place where the letter should go.

Every time it is written, even if it is written by Lu Fuying himself, the signature is always in the same word.

This is the most wrong place.

Only his letter has been burned, so he can no longer verify it.

Looking at his expression, Ling Zhi changed from doubt to surprise, and then from surprise to seriousness.

Then I knew that something might be wrong.

He asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Xiao Yunjian shook his head.

Ling Zhi said quickly: "Then I will sharpen a wooden sword for Gu Zheng in the courtyard first. If there is anything, just call me."

He has suffered thousands of blows, and now he finally understands what is the right distance.

He relied on this distance, but now he got Xiao Yunjian's good face again.can say that……

Fit right.

Ling Zhi found a few pieces of unsplit dry firewood in the back kitchen, and measured the size, which was just enough to make two small wooden swords to exchange.

He picked up the dagger pinned to his waist, and cut out the outline of a sword in a few clicks.

He raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yunjian's position, but saw Xiao Yunjian facing himself with his jaw propped up, his eyes a little distracted.

Xiao Yunjian frowned, his eyes were empty, he didn't know what he was still worried about.

Ling Zhi shook his head, and resumed his work.

It's just slower and thinner.

I can see more.

The shaved wood fell to the ground with a clang, which just aroused Xiao Yunjian's meditation.

He shivered, but saw Ling Zhi's serious figure.

He was a little dazed.

When he first entered the Supreme Immortal Sect, he seemed to be about the same age as Gu Zheng is now.

At that time, his master Yaotian was in the period of breaking through the bottleneck of his cultivation.

When retreating, you cannot take care of yourself.

So Ling Zhi, the youngest junior, was sent to take care of him.

Ling Zhi had never taken any apprentices, and he was the only one he took.

Since he entered Wujing Peak, Ling Zhi has been involved in food, clothing, housing and transportation one by one, without any ambiguity.

In fact, thinking about it, he was still a child at that time, although there were traces in his eyes.

But it has never bloomed, three points are not alike, so why mention eight points.

After thinking about it, Ling Zhi at that time treated himself sincerely.

Otherwise, how could Ling Zhi carved the wooden sword he used to practice when he was a child?

Xiao Yunjian shook his head to himself.

The memories of the past were the ones he didn't want at first, but now they are the ones he misses first.

His soft heart.

When can it be cured fundamentally.

The shape of the small wooden sword has been completely carved, and it just fits the size of Gu Zheng's palm.

Gu Zheng eagerly wanted to reach out to grab it, but was stopped by Ling Zhi.

He simply said to Xiao Yunjian: "There are still some wooden thorns, which need to be ground and coated with tung oil before they can be used."

He had said this before.

Xiao Yunjian sighed and stood up.

The rocking chair swung back and forth as he left.

After a while, calm was restored.

He slowly walked up to Ling Zhi, hugged Gu Zheng and said, "Zheng'er, listen to uncle's words and go back first, otherwise it will hurt your hand."

He said it very seriously.

Gu Zheng retracted his hand in fear, and ran back into the room by himself.

Xiao Yunjian glanced at the end of the small wooden sword and seemed to knock something.

Although he couldn't see it clearly, he knew it in his heart.

It is a proud green bamboo.

It was what Ling Zhi used to compare him to.

He watched Ling Zhi balance himself in the past two years.

Even if he lived on the same street as himself, he still remained silent and undisturbed.

Xiao Yun gave a remonstrance, looked up at Ling Zhi, and asked, "I can, can I trust you again?"

Ling Zhi was taken aback.

His pale knuckles curled up, tightly gripping the small wooden sword.

He drooped his eyelids, and his eyes fell on the half-covered toes.

The tone was extremely firm: "I will never harm you."

Xiao Yunjian sneered.

Did it hurt less before?

But after he said it, he heard Ling Zhi add another sentence: "From now on, I will not harm you. If I break this oath, I will be doomed forever. All three souls and seven souls will be gone, and there will be no possibility of reincarnation." .”

Although his voice was light and delicate, he expressed a sense of weight like a thousand mountains.

Xiao Yunjian grinned, removed his swearing hand, and said, "You don't have to swear so seriously."

He changed the subject, backed away from the screen, and said again: "But I have some points, and I need your help."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

When Ling Zhi was raising children, he really had a big head.

Xiao Yunjian was born as the concubine of a rich family, and he stretched out his hands for food and opened his mouth for clothes, and he couldn't do anything by himself.

He looked at Xiao Yunjian who was like a dumpling when he was a child, and he never let others take his place.

Even if I like it, it's not because of those appearances and substitutes later on.

—— "Memoirs of Ling Zhi"

感谢在2021-07-0620:11:40~2021-07-0719:57:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Mo * Yan 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!