Accidentally bent the hero [Transmigration Book]

Zhong Xue touched Liang Duan: "What is your expression?"

"It's nothing." Liang Duan gritted his teeth and walked forward without saying a word.

"I'm going! You have to go and say something!" The hands of the two were still tied together. As soon as he left, Zhong Xue was pulled suddenly, almost hitting the pillar of the wonton shop, "I didn't say anything, why? Suddenly changed face?"

"Shut up!" Liang Duan suddenly stamped his feet, turned around, Zhong Xue might as well, plunged into Liang Duan's arms, just touching his chest, bouncing, except for a little stimulation, it felt good.

"...This matter, you, don't mention it again." Liang Duan's cheeks flushed slightly, and Zhong Xue felt that he should be angry, although he didn't know why he was angry.

Zhong Xue raised her right hand: "Okay, don't mention it, should you untie the rope first?"

"No." As soon as the words fell, Liang Duan stretched out his hand and pulled Zhong Xue into his arms.

Zhong Xue: "..."

Before he could react, he was dragged away by Liang Duan.

As soon as the two of them left the wonton shop, General Shen, who had been buried in his meal, suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened.He walked to the side of the road, picked up the gold needle that was so thin that it was almost imperceptible, and put it into the empty box in his sleeve.

"It's another golden needle." Shen Tingzhi followed.

"Well, it's exactly the same as the one you blocked in the academy, and it should be from the same group of people." General Shen looked around vigilantly, and heaved a sigh of relief, facing Shen Tingzhi's head with a backhand. Slap, "Be careful, don't take others out without authorization in the future, today is lucky, the prince hugged him and escaped, what if the prince is not here?"

Shen Tingzhi said impatiently: "I know, I know, but why are these people so eager to kill Brother Zhong?"

Shen Pijiang looked at the dead wood with a sad face: "A thorn that was placed next to the son's pillow suddenly stopped piercing people. If you don't kill it, why don't you keep it for the New Year?"

……

On Suzaku Street, lanterns were hung high, shoulders were rubbing shoulders, and white mist was rising from restaurants and shops, whistling on the faces of vendors.The young women hold each other, and stop and go in front of the hairpin, ring and rouge. From time to time, a group of young children will appear, chasing each other with lanterns of various colors, and laughing.

"It's so lively!" Zhong Xue praised, "My lord, didn't you arrest me and bring me home? Why did you come here?"

"I just said to arrest you, not to arrest you and return home." Liang Duan clenched his fists and coughed dryly, trying to speak ferociously, "Just turn around and turn here."

[System: Host image value +6, now a total of 45 points, still 5 points away from releasing OOC, hereby encourage. 】

Although the addition is worthy of congratulations, Zhong Xue still wants to ask: "What is the reason for the addition?"

[System: The host can’t even be resolved, how do I know?If you don't report it in the future, you don't know. If you refuse to ask a second question, what did you do to the protagonist?I went to another system to go through the door, and the host crashed three times, all of which were caused by the protagonist's unknown emotions. 】

"Unknown emotions... Isn't Brother Duan like this all the time? He's inexplicably angry, inexplicably happy, and now, he's somehow tied us together, which makes me very embarrassed." Zhong Xue shook his hand.

Liang Duan noticed the change and turned around: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, my wrist hurts." Zhong Xue rolled up a part of her sleeve, exposing her white wrist, and stretched it out in front of Liang Duan, "Look, it's all red."

Liang Duan stared intently for a while, and finally realized that he untied the rope with his conscience, and pulled it with his hands instead.

At first, Zhong Xue was still a little awkward, always thinking in ways that were not suitable for children, but when she saw Liang Duan's serious and almost rigid expression, she suddenly lost her desires.

"My son! There seems to be an archery competition over there, let's go and have a look."

"Don't go."

"Go-go-go-go-"

"boring."

The stall owner handed over a rough wooden bow: "Do you two want to have a game?"

Today's Lantern Festival, even the tricks of archery are different from the past.For example, this target is not a straw target, but a flame core.

A row of ten chunky red candles, the distance between them is getting farther and farther apart. No.14 to No.15 are almost ten feet apart!Shoot out all the arrows, and get a blessing lamp, which is in the shape of a rabbit and has pink ears, which is very lovely.Seventy percent off, one safety talisman, thirty percent off, one side of the pen case, no prize for shooting empty.

"Yes, yes." Zhong Xue took the bow, and just about to stretch out her other hand to catch the quiver, Fang remembered that Brother Duan was still holding him, "My son, let go first."

Liang Duan didn't move, and said in a cold voice, "Do you know how to shoot arrows?"

"No." Zhong Xue said indifferently, "Just for fun, it's so boring to be more real."

After Liang Duan let go of his hand, he paid for three rounds first, and once he started, he shot three times beautifully and wildly, and one of the arrows almost hit the stall owner.Zhong Xue scratched his head and paid for another three rounds. He actively summed up his failure experience, drew his bow, took aim, and was about to shoot when he was interrupted.

The stall owner wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and didn't mention the tragic fact that Zhong Xue had aimed his crosshairs at him just now, but walked to Zhong Xue with a smile: "Young master, it is wrong for you to hold the bow like this, you must not be able to shoot!" Yes, you are like this..."

The stall owner was about to teach him hand in hand, but before he could touch Zhong Xue's sleeve, he was pushed away.

Liang Duan stood behind Zhong Xue, holding Zhong Xue's hand on the bow with a frosty face, and the other hand pulled the string with Zhong Xue, holding the bow like a full moon.The stall owner looked at the two of them, his face became hot, and he retreated to the side knowingly.

"My son, is this accurate? Why do I feel a little off?" Once the two of them were close together, Zhong Xue could smell Liang Duan's body, and his nose was itchy.

"No way." Liang Duan said coldly.

"To the right, definitely to the right." Zhong Xue said so seriously that Liang Duan had self-doubt, and he moved a little closer, holding the bow in Zhong Xue's hand. He was taller than Zhong Xue, thinking To aim, I had to lean down slightly.

It's hot today, and both of them only wore a piece of unlined clothing. At this distance, a few layers of thin fabrics couldn't block the warmth from Liang Duan's chest, and the rapid heartbeat. Zhong Xue's back tightened suddenly: "My lord Your heart beats so fast."

"It's hot." Liang Duan said impatiently.Just as Zhong Xue let out a oh, the arrow in his hand flew out: "I haven't aimed yet!"

"Already ready."

Zhong Xue wanted to turn around, but was hugged by Liang Duan: "Wait."

The body of the arrow tore through the wind, fifteen candles were extinguished one by one, and the crowd clapped their hands and applauded.

"Congratulations, you two, Grand Slam." The stall owner took off the rabbit lamp and handed it to Zhong Xue.

"I want your other rabbit lamp too." Zhong Xue raised her hand and said.

The stall owner was taken aback, then smiled and filled up the quiver: "Okay, the shot is yours."

"Don't you already have one?" Liang Duan asked.

"There are two of us." Before Liang Duan could speak, Zhong Xue picked up the bow again, put on the arrow, and stared with one eye closed for a long time, her arms were sore, she finally shrugged her shoulders, " Take a look for me."

Just as Liang Duan hesitated for a moment, the people who gathered around to watch the excitement couldn't wait.

"Hurry up, we still want to watch the Grand Slam."

"Yeah, yeah, ink blots, there are still people waiting to play."

"Noisy." Liang Duan frowned, and finally stepped forward to surround Zhong Xue, and shot another arrow.

With a rabbit lamp in each hand, Zhong Xue left the booth happily.

Zhong Xue brought one of them to Liang Duan: "Hey, one for each person."

"I don't want it." Liang Duan refused.

"It's so cute, take it." Zhong Xue grabbed his hand and put the lamp on it, "When it's dark, we'll go to Jinghe to put it on."

Lantern Festival, originally evolved from sacrifice, is intended to pay homage to heroic spirits and comfort the dead, and of course praying is essential.But the object of blessing is neither God nor ghosts and gods of all walks of life, but the ancestors of this dynasty.Great Zhou has been founded for a hundred years, there are talented people from generation to generation, literati, civil servants, military generals, including, but not limited to, there are countless outstanding people from all walks of life. If you want your son to be the number one scholar, just light a lamp and write a certain number one scholar in the previous generation. Lang's name, down the river.The Dazhou river network is densely covered, and several rivers run through almost every prefecture and county. The Jing River is one of the outer rivers that run through the capital.This move is also known as "Qushui Liudeng", which is very popular among the people.

"I have nothing to ask for, no need to put a lamp."

For some reason, Zhong Xue's heart felt inexplicably sore when he heard these words, he rubbed his nose, bent his eyes and smiled and said: "I have something I want to ask, can your son give me the face to go with me?"

Liang Duan was silent for a moment, then he raised his foot and walked towards Jinghe...

The night sky is like a wash of ink, and the first quarter moon hangs quietly on it. The light with the breath of late spring falls on the river surface, like a handful of gold powder sprinkled, sparkling, and the river lanterns carry warm light clusters drifting far away, near There is a piece of warm yellow, and the extreme point merges into a warm and bright line, and then slowly disappears into a point as the river bends.

Standing on the bank of the Jing River are many people who come to light lanterns to pray for blessings. Some ordinary people are illiterate, so someone specially set up a ghostwriting station on the bank to help ghostwriting.

Zhong Xue borrowed a pen from the writing desk, and the beauty sitting on the bank leaned on her and asked, "My lord, who is the longest-lived person in our Great Zhou?"

Liang Duan gave him a puzzled look: "Mr. Zhongwen in the late emperor's time lived to be 130 years old. Why do you ask this?"

Zhong Xue raised her head and smiled: "I want to ask him for a long life."

"..."

Zhong Xue lowered her head and wrote on the rabbit lamp earnestly, while saying: "It's good to be alive, I don't want to die early."

"Can't you look forward to something better every day?" Liang Duan was slightly sullen.

"Don't you know there's a word called flying disaster?" Zhong Xue pushed her longevity lamp into the river and closed her eyes.The moonlight shone on the eyelashes, which fluttered slightly, and Liang Duan's breathing stagnated between his eyes.

Until the two left, Liang Duan's lamp was still in his hand.

Wangfu other courtyard, study room.

Liang Duan supported his head with one hand, and poked Rabbit Lantern's ear: "It's been so long, why hasn't he come back?"

Just after asking, a general came back wet all over, holding a rabbit lamp in his hand.

"My son, according to your order, I cast a net at the place where the Jinghe River flows out of the capital, and caught all the river lanterns that were released during that time, but the words on the lanterns were washed out. Now, do you think it is this one? "

The family wiped the lamp dry and presented it. Liang Duan held the lamp and stared quietly under the candlelight for a long time. Finally, he slowly picked up a pen and wrote the word "Liang Duan" on the rabbit lamp.

The author has something to say:

Liang Duan: "Mr. Zhongwen has a long life, but he is also a lazy person who is not born in the world. He is also deaf and blind. He can't hear or see your blessings at all. What's the use of asking him?"

Zhong Xue: "So you wrote your own name?" Protagonist, are you a native of Dazhou?I don't know what it means to write the name of a living person on the prayer lamp on the day of the Lantern Festival?

Thank you "Kite Feiyu" little angel for mine, thank you (ω<*?)