Su Gongzi Training Husband's Blood and Sweat History

From the day he left Yuzhou, Han Xinyin's uneasiness became stronger day by day, especially after he passed through Weichuan, the previously vague dreams became more and more real and clear.In the dream, Ling Huaimo was walking barefoot in a field of ice and snow, her thin clothes were tightly wrapped around her body by the wind, and fine icicles formed at the ends of her flying hair.He lowered his head slightly, his face was blue and white, his lips were covered with hoarfrost, his eyes were fixed on his feet, and his shriveled body was already thin and out of shape.No matter how you call him, he just walks with his head buried, his stiff movements are not like a living person at all.Every time at this time, Han Xinyin would wake up from the dream, covered in cold sweat.

When Han Xinyin entered Beijing, there was a continuous drizzle in Dadu, which had been dry for nearly a month. The sticky moisture stuck to his clothes, and even his breath was wet by the rain.I don’t know when, Jiangnan ditty has become popular in most of the city. In the singing from the restaurant, there is a cappella singing "When I went, the flowers were full of branches and the ground, and when I came back, the old people have parted. Leave it empty... the rain is full", full of flavor. The melancholy in the air annoyed him even more.

The imperial palace is solemn and solemn for thousands of years, and its edges and corners cannot be blurred even if it is covered with rain and fog. The prince squeezed his throat and saluted: "My lord, please wait a moment, this old slave will go to invite the emperor."

Han Xinyin nodded numbly. Compared with the excitement of seeing his elder brother, he was more worried about Ling Huaimo's physical condition. He had already vaguely guessed it in his heart, but still harbored hope, hoping that his elder brother's words could completely negate his "crazy thoughts." ".

The prince did not hold an umbrella, and trotted back to the side hall, dripping water from the tip of his gray hair, bowed his waist and opened his right hand, respectfully said: "My lord, this way please!"

After the beginning of May, the peach blossoms in the north have already bloomed, and the branches are dotted with small green peaches.The court lady and eunuch hurriedly walked on the road with her head down, as if there was always something to do, the familiar scene and the familiar path made him return to his youth in a trance.Sure enough, the prince stopped in front of a slightly shabby palace, turned around and said, "My lord, the emperor is waiting for you in Jingning Palace."

Jingning Palace was the place where he and Ling Huaimo lived and studied at the beginning. A few years later, the personnel changed early, the remaining peach blossom petals that were not cleaned up were scattered among the green grass, and the red tiles and stone fences were the same as before. There is no barrenness, and it has been standing still in the wind and rain for ten years, neither salty nor dull.When Han Xinyin passed by a rockery in the courtyard, he couldn't help but take a second look. He remembered that he picked up the peanuts here, and the little one who didn't know where it came from got stuck between the rocks, meowing and barking so disturbingly that people couldn't read the book. , the little paws that had been thumping were stained with blood.At that time, there were not many servants in Jingning Palace, and he and Ling Huaimo struggled half the night to rescue it, which delayed the next day's homework, and Ling Huaimo was even slapped by the Taifu.

Although it looked clean, the house must have been unoccupied for a long time.As soon as he entered the room, he could smell a strong smell of tide. He should not stay in such a place for a long time due to his weak constitution. Han Xinyin saw that Emperor Zhengying didn't care too much about etiquette, so he immediately asked, "Brother! Huaimo, what is he doing?" How is it?"

"I thought you would ask me first!" The well-looking man smiled very elegantly, Emperor Zhengying curled his lips, put his hands together and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I don't say that I miss you, so Huaimo just separated from you." How long will it take to become like this. If Grand Tutor Quan knows, he will shake his head and stomp his feet and complain that 'the third prince is not good enough'."

He said that he was relaxed and didn't look like something happened at all, Han Xinyin thought to himself that maybe he really thought too much, Huaimo might be in good health as said in the letter, and at this time he was angry with the emperor and refused to come out to see him.The anxiety on his face dissipated, Han Xinyin smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Third brother has lost his manners, so please forgive me, but Huai Mo's health is really bad, so I couldn't help asking."

"I don't blame you, he has been in poor health since he was a child!" Emperor Zhengying smiled more cordially, and took a few steps closer to Han Xinyin.

Han Xinyin accompanied him with a smile, and looked around at the sporadic servants, neither Liang'er nor the "old genius doctor", and couldn't help asking: "I heard a letter from a servant in Yuzhou saying that Huaimo's illness is much better. , I don’t know if he’s used to living in Jingning Palace again.”

Emperor Zhengying shook his head thoughtfully, pointed to the plain jar on the table at the entrance and said, "He's right there! You have to ask him if he's used to it or not."

Han Xinyin followed his fingers and looked over, as if he had been dragged into a millennium cold abyss, his lips trembling slightly, and said with a wry smile: "Brother, don't make such a joke."

"You are not joking," Emperor Zhengying withdrew his smile, and said with a serious face, "Why can't you recognize it?"

Han Xinyin didn't move for a long time, staring at the plain jar with empty eyes, muttering in his mouth: "They said he's getting better... They said he'll be back to normal in another ten days and a half months... Liang'er said in the letter that Huai Mo asked me to stay in Yuzhou with peace of mind...how could he..."

"He died before he passed Jinzhou." Emperor Zhengying twitched his lips, as if he was talking about a pot of flowers and plants instead of a life: "It's very hot in May, and when most people stink. I thought I left it for you to see, but the corpse rotted too fast, so I had no choice but to burn it. But third brother, don’t worry, the process was watched by the prince, and your Huaimo will definitely not be lost. .”

With his back turned to the emperor, Han Xinyin suddenly raised his voice, the veins on his forearm were bulging, and his clenched fists were trembling: "They said he's getting better!"

"Who knows, what I saw was a dead body anyway." Han Xinxu folded his arms, raised the corners of his eyebrows, and said with a smile at the end: "You don't know what happened to Ling Huaimo, third brother? They said Well, you just believe it, I never knew when you were so easy to deceive."

Don't believe he's getting better?Do you want to believe that he is dead?Han Xinyin didn't touch the jar, turned around to look at Emperor Zhengying and said, "Where's Liang'er? Where's the doctor? I want to see them! I want them to tell me personally!"

"Okay!" Emperor Zhengying clapped his hands and shouted towards the eunuch behind the curtain: "Bring that maid and the 'miracle doctor' here!"

Han Xinyin stared intently at the two figures coming out of the back room, for fear that he might be mistaken if he made a mistake. The "Old Miracle Doctor" was trembling as he walked, as if he had been frightened, Liang'er rubbed his peach-pit-shaped eyes, and his round chin kept dripping tears.

Emperor Zhengying glanced at Han Xinyin's bright color change, turned his head and asked, "Tell me about how Ling Huaimo died?"

Hearing the emperor's question, the "old magic doctor" knelt down in a panic, half of his body was almost pressed against the ground: "Lord Ling's disease is stagnant in his chest, and if he wants to cure it, he must let it go away slowly. The road conditions in Jinzhou are not good. There was a sudden jolt on the road, which knocked out Master Ling's vitality to heal illnesses..."

"Damn it! What kind of vigor, huh? How come I've never heard of it before?" Han Xinyin rushed forward and grabbed the old man by the front and lifted him off the ground. With red eyes, he roared furiously: "Don't you Tell me nonsense! Tell me honestly what happened to Huai Mo?"

"Dead...dead...", the "old miracle doctor" was so frightened that his legs trembled, and his tongue seemed to be tied for a long time before shaking out these two words.

"It was you who said he was well, and you who said he was dead! It's only a few days before and after, which one do you want me to believe?" Han Xinyin threw the "old genius doctor" to the ground, staggered back a few steps, took a deep breath and managed to calm himself down Take a moment: "Since he said he died, let me ask you again how did he die?"

The eyes of the "old genius doctor" were straightened, most of them looked dumbfounded, staring blankly at the man standing in front of him, unable to say a word.When Han Xinyin asked him, he couldn't figure out why, so he turned to look at the crying Liang'er, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice, "Liang'er, tell me!"

The scene before Ling Huaimo's death has been in her mind for countless times, and the words repeatedly exhorted by the "old genius doctor" are also familiar to her heart. Liang'er was startled and frightened, and looked up. Han Xinyin cried even harder, choked up Said: "Bumped for a while...just for a while...Young Master never woke up again..."

How can it be?Humans are not clay sculptures that can be shattered with a single bump.He looked at Liang'er who was crying into tears, the "miracle doctor" who lost his mind, and the relaxed Emperor Zhengying, and couldn't help but sneer at himself for being stupid.He is still under the control of others, let alone people, what can they come up with after cross-examination?People always want to live, and asking them to stand up and point to the emperor as the culprit is tantamount to nonsense.

Han Xinyin stopped embarrassing the two servants, and walked silently to the jar containing the ashes, slowly slid his fingers inch by inch across the cold and delicate porcelain wall, and murmured: "The room is cold, the jar is cold, and people's hearts are cold. I dream of the world of ice and snow. Huai Mo, I will accompany you in the future, and I will no longer be alone, okay... Ling Qu Linglie, it is indeed too cold, if you don’t like it, don’t take it as your surname! It’s still surnamed Lin Alright, two trees form a forest, there will always be someone to accompany you in the wind and rain..."

"Four years ago, the day you comforted me today happened to be able to comfort my third brother, 'Life and death are up to others, don't be too sad'." The Emperor of China and England smiled, walked past him, pushed open the card door and raised his foot. want to go out.

"It wasn't Huai Mo who poisoned Jiang Wan'er!" Han Xinyin hugged the porcelain pot into his arms, looked at Emperor Zhengying, and said coldly with red eyes: "He just has a bad mouth and a bad life! He was angry with me back then. Said to poison your concubine Hua, but in the end a nonsense angry statement was taken advantage of by someone with a heart, big brother, why don't you think about it these years, how smart Huai Mo is, if he really wants to harm someone, he will let everyone see it See?"

"Four years ago at the banquet, Han Xinchen threatened to get a strange poison from the Western Regions, and Wan'er died of illness not long after. All the servants around that day can testify that the last person she saw was Ling Huaimo!" Emperor Zhengying withdrew his foot, turned and looked directly at Looking at Han Xinyin, veins bulged on his forehead, his jaw trembled slightly, and his annoyed expression tore apart the demeanor he had worked so hard to maintain: "Compared to your own words, I believe in everyone's eyes!"

"That's the eyes of Empress Dowager Qian." Han Xinyin hissed softly, and smiled strangely: "After the accident, I asked Huai Mo not to make excuses. First, he couldn't explain clearly; second, I didn't want to Your mother and son are not in harmony with you, Brother, you are bothered. Anyway, no one can come up with conclusive evidence, so you can do nothing, I thought this matter would be over if I endured it."

"You're talking nonsense!" Han Xinxu was even more annoyed. He put aside the image of an emperor and went to hide Ling Huaimo's ashes.

Naturally, his skills in approving memorials were not as good as those who dared to fight on the battlefield, Han Xinyin dodged to the side and avoided Emperor Zhengying, and said with a tearful sneer: "Brother, don't be angry, you can find out the truth by asking that old poisonous woman! The most poisonous thing is a woman's heart, even her son will not be spared, your mother is the one who is really knowledgeable! Hahahaha..."

Han Xinyin's distorted laughter echoed in the empty hall. Emperor Zhengying was stunned for a moment. All the doubts that had been in the past surged, and he gritted his teeth and rushed out of Jingning Palace. The harsh laughter made him feel uncomfortable all over.

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☆, extra redemption

"The dead soul in the hall is Ling Huaimo?"

"My family name is Lin, Lin Huaimo."

"Lin Huaimo, you were vicious, mean, insensitive, and treated human life like nothing. Can you plead guilty?"

"The so-called viciousness, insensitivity, and insensitivity are just asking for a low life! There are so many mortals, and lowliness is like nothing. If people want to live, they will commit the sins you call. If this is the case, why are people born? If you want to confess, it should be you Plead guilty, Huai Mo has lived his whole life, and he does not feel that he has committed any unforgivable sin."

"Never change your nature! Stubbornness! Those whose hearts are as cold as ice will surely retaliate a hundredfold. Bull's head and horse's face! Throw the souls of the dead into the icy hell, and suffer the piercing cold until someone is willing to use the reincarnation of seven generations to replace them." He redeemed the sins of previous lives."

the first

This is the biggest snowfall since winter.The north wind was like cutting a knife on the skin of a person, and it was a vast expanse of whiteness. The teacher in the village was afraid that these ten-year-old monkey cubs would have an accident, so they left school early and sent them back.Most of the children who study with him are from the same village, and they can reach home within a few steps. There is only one child named Huzi who lives in a neighboring village, and he has to pass a lake when he goes back.He was a little worried, after all, the lake was said to be unclean.

"Sir, why don't you go back?" Huzi tugged on his cuff, a smile appeared on his face flushed from the cold, "I know this place well, nothing will happen!"

Two rows of clear footprints, one large and one small, were left on the snow, but they were blurred immediately when the wind blew.The teacher never smiles, his handsome face looks like it has been frosted for thousands of years: "You are still young, I will take you back!"

"Sir, you don't come to our village very often. I'm afraid that you will get lost when you go back to the white flowers." Huzi raised his head and explained to his husband seriously.

"Only children can get lost!" The husband was stubborn, and he took Huzi's arm and walked straight ahead against the wind and snow.As if someone was staring at his back, the teacher turned around abruptly, his eyes fell on the snow-covered lake, the center of the lake glowed with a light blue light, a mysterious force was calling him, and his steps unconsciously The original direction of the ground deviation.

Huzi pinched Mr. and shouted in panic, "Sir! Mr.! Wake up!"

The teacher seemed to be unable to hear him at all, he shook off the tiger who was pulling him to jump and screamed, and walked towards the center of the lake.His body was out of control, but his mind was clear. He was a little scared, but more curious.Approaching the center of the lake, the power controlling him disappeared instantly, but at this moment, the teacher was unwilling to retreat at all.Standing in the middle of the lake, he saw through the thin layer of ice that there was actually a "person" frozen underneath.

The "man" had a pale and thin face, his long and narrow eyes were slightly raised, and there was a shallow beauty groove on his sharp chin.The strong sense of familiarity made his heart warm, as if the long-vacant position had finally been filled.The teacher knelt down facelessly, and due to the touch of his hands, the ice under him cracked into spider web-like cracks. Instead of fearing for his own safety, he put his hands on the ice layer full of joy, A crazy thought took over all of him—by sinking, he could get closer to that person, and even hold him in his arms.

The moment he fell into the water, Mr. Teacher flashed a trace of regret. He never thought that the water could be so cold. The chill penetrating into his bones made his body lose consciousness immediately, but soon the coldness gushed out of his heart What's even more amazing is that he can open his eyes without any effort due to his poor water quality.Very close, he was only a finger away from him, the teacher's body was sinking continuously, his numb fingers ran along the "Iceman"'s cheeks, across his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and his thin lips .

Just before the fingertips were about to leave the corner of his clothes, the teacher saw the man move, and then the long and narrow Danfeng eyes opened.There was a series of bubbles when the mouth opened, and the sinking became faster. The stubborn gentleman raised his head and asked with all his strength, "Is it still cold?"

The teacher had already sunk completely, he couldn't see, the awakened "Iceman" moved his thin lips lightly and asked, "Why bother?"

The strong wind was still blowing, and the tiger, who was crying with snot and tears, stumbled and ran on the lake, but when he reached the middle of the lake, there was no ice hole where the husband fell.

sixth world

He was a teacher in the first life, a hunter in the second life, a dignitary in the third life, a general in the fourth life, and a beggar in the fifth life. No matter what status he changed, his life would end in the same ice and snow world.

Most of the wealthy businessmen in the capital like to hunt in winter, and the young son of the Han family, who is rich in Jiangdong, came to the capital for the first time to do business, so he naturally wanted to do as the Romans did.

After the heavy snowfall, the rabbits and pheasants in the mountains will come out to look for food. If you are lucky, you may even meet silly roe deer.The rich merchants found a few well-known hunters and set off in good condition. The leaders in the front and the waiters in the back, a mighty group of people drilled into the mountains noisily. There is no prey, but who asked others to plan this kind of pomp?

When entering the mountain, the sun shines brightly against the white snow, but who knows that just after noon, the weather suddenly changes drastically.Scale-like dark clouds pressed down on the top of the mountain, and soon there were feather-sized snowflakes. The north wind howled wantonly among the woods, and the rolled up snowflakes slapped the dry old trees.

The leading Orion clicked his lips, rubbed his eyes captivated by the wind and snow, and shouted at the well-dressed men behind him: "My lord, we are caught in a snowstorm! We can't go! Hide!"

Entering the mountain is just for fun, and they will naturally not rush forward when encountering such a thing.The fat man in the lead was wrapped in a black sable fur, and his fat fingers tightly grasped the tall hat that was blown up and down, and he frowned and said angrily: "Old Li! You chose a good day today! It's the first time you take Brother Han Going into the mountains to hunt and encountering a snowstorm, you are obviously embarrassing to me!"

"My lord, you can't blame me!" The Orion surnamed Li pulled out his leg from the snow without his calf, ran to the fat man with difficulty, looked up at the cold-faced young man beside him, and gasped: "It's been so many years since we've met each other. Today's snowstorm is so bad that we can't go back the same way. My lord, you and I should go hide in the nearby mountain temple first!"

It was getting colder and colder, the fat man shuddered, turned his face away and asked with a smile: "Brother Han, what do you think?"

The young Boss Han nodded with a stiff face, and said politely: "There is nothing we can do if we encounter a snowstorm. It is really dangerous to retreat. I think it is better to hide."

The mountain temple where I lived was built by the hunters with their own money. The walls piled up with mud and stones will be able to block the wind. Dozens of people can be crammed into a palm-sized place. It took a long time for the wooden door to close tightly.Fatty comes to hunt every winter, and he also knows many rules of hunters. Pushing away the servants around him, he bowed to the clay sculpture of animal face and human body, and said loudly: "God of the mountain, today I met you!" After a snowstorm, I can’t borrow your precious place to rest. If I can get through it safely, I’ll go back tomorrow and donate money to make you a golden body.”

After the fat man finished speaking, several hunters exaggerated even more, plopping down on their knees and kowtowing repeatedly.The fat man stepped aside, touched the young Boss Han, and said softly, "Brother, why don't you say goodbye, lest the ghosts in the mountains trouble you at night."

"No," Boss Han shook his head, not even looking at the clay sculptured mountain god.

I don't know if it's the manifestation of the mountain god, but the wind outside seems to be much less after dinner.As soon as it got dark, everyone wrapped their clothes tightly and prepared to go to bed, hoping that when they opened their eyes tomorrow, it would be sunny outside.

"When I went, the flowers were full of branches, but when I came back, the old man had left, and I left it empty...it was full of rain", the song sung repeatedly aroused Boss Han from his dream, and the very familiar male voice came into the room lightly through the wall from the outside. inside.The sound was eerie. He wanted to cover his ears to sleep, but his peaceful heart seemed to fall into a stone, and the ripples swayed round and round, making it impossible to sleep peacefully.

Boss Han pushed the people around him, and found that everyone except himself had completely fallen asleep.Panic was panic, but he couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to open the door and go out to have a look.

The heavy snow dyed the entire mountain forest white, and the towering giant trees were pushed aside by the north wind, and the snow had already covered the threshold of the mountain temple.Boss Han carefully held the door and walked towards the vague shadow.Sure enough, there was a person sitting under the old pine tree not far from the mountain temple. His white robe was blown up by the wind, and the skin exposed outside was not frozen red, and the white jade seemed to be integrated with the snowstorm.

"Brother, please sit inside." Han Xinyin stood quietly beside the man, rubbing his hands, tentatively inviting him.

The man didn't move, letting the snowflakes fall on his shoulders, his thin lips parted slightly, and a cold voice came out: "Go back!"

"Are you waiting for someone?" Boss Han never felt that he was enthusiastic, but he couldn't let go of this person in front of him. He wanted to listen to him, want to be close to him, and wanted him to stop being cold.

"It has nothing to do with you," the young man in white didn't even look at him, and turned his face slightly to look at a red flower blooming in the snow.

Unable to persuade and unwilling to let go, Boss Han tightly packed his clothes and stood quietly with the man in the wind and snow. The strong wind caused headaches, and his legs gradually lost feeling. He guessed that the person waiting for the man might not come back.Boss Han bowed his waist and put his hand on the wrist of the young man in white. The biting cold made him instinctively withdraw his hand, and said anxiously: "The person you are waiting for will not come, and if you sit like this, you will get sick." , you follow me into the temple to hide!"

Unable to tolerate that person's refusal, Boss Han pulled hard as soon as he finished speaking.A person who is obviously as thin as a stick seems to weigh a thousand catties, no matter how much he pulls, he will not move.Isn't it frozen?Boss Han sighed secretly, and leaned down to hug him.The fingers seemed to be frozen when they touched, and the body temperature was sucked dry by the person in his arms in a short time. The young man in white looked at him and said sullenly: "Get out! Mind your own business!"

Boss Han did not move him with all his strength, stood up and thought for a moment, then took off his fox fur and put it on the young man in white, holding his hands in his palms and rubbing him repeatedly: "You are too cold!" ...you are too cold...I will warm you up!"

There was still no effect, Boss Han was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, he gritted his teeth and said, "Young master, I offended you." After saying that, he pulled his hand and pressed it to his chest, and then put his whole body on his chest. The person embraces in the bosom.

The joy of regaining the loss made the corners of Boss Han's mouth slowly curl up, and he didn't feel cold in the snowstorm.

Boss Han was so cold that he lost his intuition, and the red flowers that bloomed on the ground scattered and turned into a red-clothed kid with a green face and fangs.As soon as it shook the rattle, Ling Huaimo was taken back into his pocket.

"I was the one who fell into the icy hell, why do I have to lure him every time?" Ling Huaimo said angrily through his frosty pockets: "It's the first time I know that Mingjun is still a meddlesome master!"

"He voluntarily! He voluntarily! Frozen to death! Frozen to death! One more time and you can reincarnate! Reincarnation!" The little ghost ran forward with a hop, grinning, his lips parted to the base of his ears, and his pointed lips The sound drifted in the valley amidst the wind and snow.

Fatty discovered early the next morning that Boss Han from Jiangdong was missing, and several hunters went out to look for it. It took nearly half an hour to find it in the woods three miles away from the mountain temple.

He!Holding a stone, the body was frozen hard.

VII

In order to prepare for the spring of the new year, the scholar set off from his hometown of Datong Mansion to the capital after the New Year.He had a small calculation in his heart, thinking that if he arrived earlier, he might be able to make more dignitaries and pave the way for the future.

Spring cold, spring cold, that spring was really cold that year.It's almost the beginning of spring, why is it snowing when the sky says it's snowing?The scholar walked among the mountain roads by himself, wrapped in a jacket and still shivering from the cold.

"Young man, it's snowing heavily in the mountains, so come to my house to avoid the snow!" The old voice startled him, and he turned his head suddenly to find a hunched little old man behind him at some point.He was only half as tall as himself, with a huge mouth, and was wearing a dark red jacket.Subconsciously wanted to refuse, but before he could say it, he heard the old man say again: "My master's young master is recuperating in the mountains. The old man sees him so bored and wants to find a scholar to talk to him. Young master, my young master's surname is Ling." , I used to study in Datong Mansion, I was very thin, and I always liked to wear a white coat, I wonder if you recognize it?"

He wanted to tell him that he didn't know a young master surnamed Ling, but he felt that it was inappropriate when he said it. He always had a vague feeling that he should know this young master Ling, not only knowing him, but also being very close.After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded in response.

It may be that the house is built in the mountains, and the scholar feels that it is not much warmer than outside, and it is deserted and not very popular.There is a curtain hanging on the bed in the back room, and a figure can be vaguely seen behind it.

"Young Master Ling?" The scholar asked softly, and when he couldn't hear a reply, he walked closer, separated by a blue curtain, and the people inside were covered with a plain blue and white quilt, only his pale hands were hanging outside.

His slender fingers were freezing cold, the scholar pushed his hand into the quilt, only to find that it was also icy cold inside, and couldn't help but softly said: "How can you be so cold?"

"Do you think I look like a living person?" Mr. Ling, who was lying on the bed, lowered his eyes to look at the scholar at the foot of the bed, without any ups and downs in his voice.

"Are you a ghost?" the scholar asked carefully.

The corner of Ling's mouth hangs, and he said viciously: "If you are afraid, go away!"

"Don't be afraid!" Not only did the scholar not run away, but he boldly lifted the green gauze curtain, sat abruptly beside his bed, and looked at Young Master Ling's face carefully: "If you are a ghost, it must be because I owe you money in the past." You are many..."

Mr. Ling's body seemed to be very stiff, and it took him a long time to make a small sideways movement of his head. After a while of silence, he said: "You have done enough, and besides, you never owe me anything. Owe!"

"Don't! It's better to owe it, so that I can find you again in the next life!" The scholar bent down to get closer to him, the warm air from his breath sprayed on his neck, and the stiff skin gradually softened.

"What do you want from me?" Mr. Ling asked coldly.

"To warm your heart... along with the warm—the bed—" He stretched the last two words extra long, with a rascal smile from seven generations ago on his face.Turning on the bed and pressing him down, rubbing his fingers against his cheeks, soft curly hair hanging by his ears, slightly sunken eyes looked very affectionate, everything was familiar as if it had never changed, Ling Huaimo felt that the scholar With the heat rising from his body, he moved his body and sighed softly: "Don't hold back, just do it!"

The author has something to say: each volume is getting shorter and shorter!I really don't want to drag the plot, as expected, I still prefer clean and neat storytelling...

Humans and ghosts are a bit scary to think about, so I don't want to scare you. . .In this way, immediately enter the final volume.

Shout out again, I realize that I have true love for Master Ling!The Sumerian sneered and was about to pinch Xiaohe's neck...