It's not good to be a priest of heaven

The next day, with the consent of the imperial doctor, Yang Ling changed his clothes excitedly, sat in a wheelchair and was pushed out by Si Nan.

The Qixi Festival has passed, and there is only a lively residual temperature on the street, but there are still couples passing by each other.

Yang Ling specially bought a golden mask to wear on his face. He didn't want to be told that he was disabled by the crowd. The less heartbreaking words like this, the better.

Si Nan pushed him to walk leisurely in the afterglow of the evening. For him, this might be what he had always wanted and his life.If time can stand still, this road can approach infinity again, and he is willing to go on like this with him for the rest of his life, until the end of his life.

Yang Ling sat in the wheelchair, touched the mask on his face, and said in a casual tone, "Sinan, shall we... go to Yuelao Temple?"

Hearing this, Si Nan walked around in front of him, put his hands on the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair, circled him in front of him, bent down and looked at him, "What are you doing there?"

Yang Ling didn't blush, and found an excuse without beating his heart, "Help my mother make a wish."

Si Nan didn't doubt that he was there, so he nodded in response.

The temple of the moon is full of incense, and most of the people who come and go are idiots and resentful women. They beg hard in front of the temple of the moon, just to get a red line, to get a lover to get married.

Yang Ling asked Si Nan to push him to the side and bought two red kits tied together with red thread. The kits were embroidered with dragons and phoenixes showing auspiciousness and mandarin ducks playing in water.He took a careful look at the kit, yes, they were in pairs~

There is a marriage tree in Yuelao Palace. It is said that it was a marriage tree planted by Yuelao himself a long time ago. As long as the kit with the names of both lovers is successfully thrown on the marriage tree, it means that both parties in the kit are happy. It is each other's predestined people, and they can all achieve positive results in the end.

It's just that there is a rule in this marriage tree, if the kit fails to hang on the marriage tree after throwing it three times, it means that the two parties are just passing by each other, so don't force it.

And this marriage tree was Yang Ling's destination this time.Under the guise of making a wish for the queen, he tricked Sinan into bringing him under the marriage tree.

Yang Ling looked up at the Yanyuan tree with overgrown branches. There were countless brocade bags of various colors hanging on the branches. When the breeze blew, these brocade bags tied with red threads shone brightly in the warm setting sun.As if he had made up his mind, he stuffed the thinly rolled paper strips he had prepared in advance into the kit bag.

Then he tightly grasped the two red kits in his hand, and estimated the distance between himself and the branch. The sac was tied to the tree, and it would never fall if it was exposed to the wind and rain.But now... this kind of thinking is too unrealistic.

Sinan saw him staring at the marriage tree in a daze, and said softly, "I'll throw it for you."

Yang Ling hid his hand holding the kit, "No, there are my mother's queen and father's emperor written in small characters, and I have to throw it away to be effective."

"it is good."

Yang Ling squinted slightly to look at the tall tree branch, and then looked at his palm. It shouldn't be a problem to throw it up from this distance.

Then he looked serious, gathered strength in his hand, and threw it vigorously from bottom to top!

He was nervously looking forward to hanging up the kits!Hang up!

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the two kits drew a rainbow arc of light and shadow, and the two kits intertwined on the branch, and they actually got entangled on the Yanyuan tree!

Yang Ling stared blankly at the pair of kits wrapped around the tree, and suddenly smiled in relief, "Sinan, hang them up!"

Si Nan looked at his expression of happiness, and smiled silently, idiot, I also believe this kind of rumor, but since it's because of his parents... Anyway, he just wants to be happy.

Just as a breeze passed by, the peach blossom petals on the marriage tree fell lightly, and the petals fell under the tree, covering both of them, like a silent blessing.

Two petals fell from Yang Ling's hand, and he held the two petals in his palm with a twist of his palm.

Si Nan stood beside him, looked down at the petals on his hair, and brushed off the petals of the peach blossoms with his hand. He didn't want any other peach blossoms to provoke this person at all. It's best, it's best if he comes Just provoke him.

Holding the petals in his hand, Yang Ling's face became hot, and he lowered his head and said with evasive eyes, "Sinan, I..."

"Ok?"

"What do you think about me?"

"How about what?"

There was a bit of embarrassment in Yang Ling's words, and he stumbled and said, "Every, all aspects?"

Si Nan propped his hands on both sides of the wheelchair, leaned down, and said softly in his ear, "You are the best."

"Have you spoken? You know I can't hear you. If you..."

Before Yang Ling finished speaking, he stopped suddenly. His whole body was tense, and his pupils were even more constricted in disbelief. Just now——

Did he kiss him? !

Is the touch on the neck just his illusion? !

"Si, Si Nan..."

Sinan had been waiting for his reaction, and when he heard his voice calling him with a slight tremor, his heart tightened. He couldn't help himself just now, did he... frighten him?

Sure enough, I still need to give him time to let him accept him slowly...

Si Nan stared at his rosy and fragile neck, and there was a glint in his eyes. He suppressed the throbbing in his heart, took a step back, and repeated: "You are the best."

Yang Ling lowered his head and responded indiscriminately, not paying attention to what he said at all. At this moment, his thoughts were all on the light kiss on the neck just now, did he accidentally touch it?Or is he really...

The two had their own concerns, and they talked a lot less on the way back...

A few days later, after these days of recuperation, Yang Ling was finally able to get off the ground and try to walk bit by bit while leaning on the wall. Being able to walk was definitely good news for him. He moved slowly with difficulty, although every day He could only walk a very short distance at a time, but his eyes were extremely bright, and there were sun, moon and stars in them, containing hope.

Suddenly his left leg went numb, he frowned slightly, reached out to reach the edge of the table, but fell straight to the edge of the table with an unsteady center of gravity! !

Si Nan saw this shocking scene as soon as he entered the door, and immediately moved to his side and hugged him firmly in his arms, anxiously asking: "Did you hit something?!"

Yang Ling reached out and patted his shoulder, "I'm fine."

Seeing that his leg injury had just happened, Si Nan tossed himself, his face sank, and he said sternly, "From now on, you are not allowed to practice secretly when I am away!"

As soon as Yang Ling saw his face, he knew that something was wrong, but anything related to his body, there was no room for negotiation in Sinan, and he would never let go of even half a word, so Yang Ling could only He responded with a flattering smile.

Sinan picked him up firmly and was about to put him on the bed. Yang Ling quickly grabbed the lapel of his chest and said anxiously, "Sinan, Sinan, let me sit down for a while." He had been lying down for almost three months If he lay down again, he doubted that he could grow mushrooms.

Si Nan said: "You promise not to mess around again!"

Yang Ling quickly responded: "No, no, I will never mess around, I really just sit for a while! Really!"

Si Nan looked at the person in his arms silently for a while, and finally let go, but emphasized, "Just sit for a while!"

Seeing that he had finally let go, Yang Ling hurriedly responded, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, and I'll listen to you!"

It felt so good to be back on the ground again, Yang Ling sat on the chair with a lot of emotion for a moment.But sitting like this is boring, so he said, "Sinan, you have a lot of knowledge about the art of war, so have you read "The Six Secret Teachings of the Grand Duke"?"

"Six Secret Teachings of the Grand Duke" is an ancient book on the art of war hundreds of years ago. The logic of the art of war recorded in this book is rigorous and rigorous, and its content is even more extensive and profound, with a long history.It's just that this book has gone through hundreds of years, and it has disappeared.Si Nan was carrying a pot to pour him a cup of steaming hot tea, when he heard the words, he only said lightly, "If you want it, I will silently give it to you."

Yang Ling subconsciously grabbed his hand and looked at him in surprise, "Did you really see it?!"

Sinan's eyes moved little by little from the hand held by him to his shocked and expectant face, his bright eyes looked at him as if he was the ancient book on the art of war, and the roots of his ears quietly climbed up. With a touch of pink, he nodded, and said two words with care like gold, "I have seen it."

Also, if you ask what is the most in the 28 constellations in the Tiangong, the standard answer must be the collection of books!Other people's collection of books is measured by the bookshelf, but the 28 Constellation Tiangong is measured by a room with a very large area such as one room or two rooms.

Si Nan took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, sat down at the table, rolled up his wide sleeves, laid out the paper and rubbed the ink, and wrote the pen on the white rice paper with his left hand. This series of actions by him has a kind of elegance and beauty.

left handed……

Yang Ling moved the stool to his side, glanced at his side face with a warm smile, and then went on to read "The Six Secret Teachings of the Grand Duke" written by him.Perhaps because he was too fascinated by watching, he unconsciously moved a lot closer, almost touching his side face.

There was no hesitation in Sinan's writing, but his heart was beating faster and faster as the person beside him approached. He refrained from thinking wildly and tried to concentrate, but the person beside him was the one he had been thinking about for several lifetimes. People, how can you say that you don't want to?

His face under the mask was already blushing, his breathing was a little messy, and finally he paused, and the ink stained a heart shape on the rice paper as if echoing his heartfelt voice.

Yang Ling saw that he had been writing very smoothly, but suddenly stopped, and turned his head wondering, "Why didn't you write?" But seeing Si Nan holding the pen, his mind was not on the pen at all. looking at him affectionately...

They were so close that they could even feel each other's breathing and hear each other's irregular heartbeats due to nervousness.

Yang Ling's hands on his knees tightly clutched a corner of his robe, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was low, as if there was some emotion that he didn't even notice, "Sinan..."

Si Nan lowered his head slightly, his beautiful eyes flickered with flashes of light, and his tone was full of hope, "Huh?"

"What are you doing!!"