Lie down and eat melon in the protagonist group

Chapter 18

Ling Huai was also carrying a food drawer in his hand, obviously coming to visit and feed him.

"When did you come here?" Ling Dang turned aside and said.

"It's been a while. Since you've been there, I won't go in."

Ling Dang closed the door gently and walked back side by side with Ling Huai.

She stared at the food drawer and said with a smile: "You are so brave, you dare to go to the kitchen to get food."

Ling Huai took off his robe and put it on her body, "Sister, I ordered the cook to prepare a midnight snack. I went there in time and took advantage."

Ling Dang pinched the collar of his robe and said in a joking tone: "When did you bribe my personal maid?"

He didn't answer, but asked: "Do you still like it?"

Kwai Tsing gave her a box in the afternoon. It was not a valuable item. It only contained a shuttlecock. The contents inside were not as valuable as the box outside. It was a waste of money.

"I like it." Ling Dang lowered her head and stared at the upper part of her shoes. She recently learned to kick the shuttlecock to relieve her boredom. The shuttlecock she kicked as a beginner didn't follow her feet and either hit her head or fell to the ground. She blamed the poor workmanship of the shuttlecock to make up for the reason. Unexpectedly, the unintentional words fell into his ears, but fell into his heart, and a beautiful and exquisite new shuttlecock was delivered to him the next day.

The moment she first got it, she was really heart-warmed, but then she suddenly thought about how Kui Ching, who used to be obedient to the third sister, secretly helped him and her secretly infiltrate Chen Cang. When she thought about it more carefully, she broke out in a cold sweat.

She couldn't help but suspect that he had secretly taken advantage of Kwai Tsing, so he could use someone to do things for him.

It's a good thing to have the city's scheming, but when it comes to her, it's not so wonderful.

Ling Dang lingered for a long time, and then he bravely spoke: "That, Ah Huai."

Ling Huai seemed to know what she was thinking, and answered her before she finished her question, saying, "She volunteered. It's difficult for her to be clever in solving problems for the master."

Okay, okay.

She cannot use her deep-rooted open mind to strictly demand that the self-awareness constraints defined by the characters in the book from the beginning must be changed because of her existence.

Ling Huai is destined not to be a kind person.

She was asking too much of him.

let it go. She is an insignificant little cannon fodder who can't get involved in anything, so how can she change the character's ideas or the direction of the plot. Moreover, this book world is not a peaceful era. Intrigues and deceit are commonplace, and the protagonists do not dare to talk. She still obeys the rules of the family and talks less and reads more, and stays cautious about her words and deeds until the finale.

Early the next morning, Ling Jing ordered her mother-in-law to open the door and enter the ancestral hall. The two little guys were huddled together on futons and covered with cloaks, sleeping soundly.

Ling Jing told her mother-in-law: "Take Xiao Qi back to the house to sleep. When she wakes up, feed her some ginger soup to ward off the cold."

The mother-in-law took Ling An away, and Ling Cen was immersed in his dream. He unconsciously pulled it and noticed that there was an empty space beside him. He turned over and felt as if he was sleeping soundly.

Ling Jing burned a stick of incense, put her hands together and meditated in front of the Ling family's ancestral tablet.

As soon as the stick of incense reached the bottom, Ling Cen opened his eyes and saw Ling Jing standing in front of him with her back to him. She was so frightened that she got up and knelt down obediently.

"Are you awake?" Ling Jing lit another incense stick and inserted it into the incense burner.

"Third sister, I was wrong, don't be angry. But I promise you, I will never test poison on anyone in my family again!" Ling Cen raised three fingers and swore.

Ling Jing turned around, "Do you have to get used to poison?"

Ling Cen lowered his face and said in a quiet but firm voice, "Yes."

Ling Jing stared at the back of his arced head and said in a deep voice: "If you use poison on others today, tomorrow you may be retaliated against and destroy yourself, or someone close to you may die. Even so, you won't change?"

"I won't change." Ling Cen raised his face, and there was a mole under his left eyelid. When he wasn't smiling, he had an evil look to him. Once his eyebrows were smiling, he was even more coquettish.

It is widely said that Xijiang is good at psychics and divination, is a spirit of the mountains and forests, and is a wizard of the gods. There is an oasis in a lost city in the desert. The people are born with the ability to play poison. They paint their bodies with ancient totems. For generations, saints have been in charge of the country, and priests have supported the shackles.

Ling Cen vowed: "Third sister, you believe me, as long as I am successful in the art of bewitching, there will be no poison in the world that I don't know about. I can also kung fu, no one dares to come to bully you. Anyone who dares to throw himself into the trap will be poisoned and killed by me." Him, poison him and kick him away!"

He couldn't say more than three sentences, and he started to lose his seriousness again.

"Okay, I won't stop you." Ling Jing moved her eyes away, "But there is one condition: don't use poison that has no cure."

"Oh." Ling Cen immediately fainted.

"Huh?" Ling Jing said a word of pressure from her nose.

Ling Cen straightened his back instantly and nodded hastily: "Okay, okay! As long as I can continue to practice Gu, I will listen to you, and I will listen to you in everything!"

He twisted the upper part of his body, put on a smile, and said cautiously, "Well, since you, Third Sister, have nodded, don't I have to kneel down as punishment? Also, those Gu utensils and jars found yesterday are Can’t you give it back to me?”

Ling Jing glanced at him and responded with a seemingly unnecessary "hmm".

"That's great!" Ling Cen stood up abruptly, and when he saw Ling Jing's slightly frowning eyes, he immediately felt good.

He rubbed his neck and glanced at Ling Jing's eyes. His eyes flickered, and suddenly he rushed forward, hugged Ling Jing's thighs and twisted her body stickyly, and said in a grumpy way, "Third sister is the best." , before she could throw the knife at her, he quickly let go of his hand and ran out the door like a gust of wind.

Ling Cen rushed out of the ancestral hall and reveled in the courtyard.

Ling Jing followed him out the door, pouring cold water on him mercilessly, and said softly with her red lips: "Go to the academy."

"Ah?!" Ling Cen hugged the pillar as if struck by lightning, and started crying again, "It's so late and you still have to go to the academy! It's unreasonable! It's simply unreasonable! I spent all night last night I knelt all night and didn't sleep at all. I don't want to go, I want to go back to the house to catch up on some sleep! I want to sleep!"

"Don't want to go? Okay."

Ling Cen immediately spread his eyebrows away from the pillar.

Ling Jing then said: "Come here, throw all the broken cans and jars found yesterday into the back mountain."

Fang Yang's smile instantly froze on his face. He turned around and shouted as he ran toward the door: "No, no, no! I'll go! I'll go right away! Don't throw away! Don't throw away a single thing! I know it well, I'll come back after school He knows how to count! If one is missing, ten will be paid!"

Ever since the news of the plague came to Ganzhou City, the city's lockdown has not yet been lifted. The imperial court sent doctors to enter, but before they could find out, the war in Ganzhou City became more intense with corpses being burned.

Emperor Zhou finally agreed to the princess's marriage and sent Princess Yiyang, who was only ten years old, to marry Prince Sang of the Northern Territory, and the Northern Territory withdrew its troops.

Misfortunes never come singly, and disasters come from heaven. There is drought and water shortage in various states of the Zhou Kingdom. The crops planted in the fields have turned into withered grass, and the autumn harvest has no seeds. The court opened warehouses to release grain for disaster relief, which in turn made the refugees more and more desperate.

In October, I heard that some refugees sneaked into the capital to kowtow, risking the crime of conflicting with the ceremonial guards with a yoke and a hundred sticks, and tried their best to stop the traffic and complain, suing the big and small officials serving in the six drought-stricken states.

The emperor was so angry that he asked and beheaded him at the Meridian Gate without stopping for three days.

Ling Huai put down his pen and said to Ling Jing: "Emperor Zhou is about to die. Now the prince is only sixteen, and Emperor Zhou used the incident of the refugees to knock on the altar and purge more than 80% of the old officials of the previous dynasty. He left four of the young prince beside him. Minister Gu Ming, Zhongshu Ling Xie Lu, Taiwei Changling Wang Lin Duanyu, Sikong Li Chaozhi, Shangshu Ling Le Zhengyao. As well as Qu Changmu, the general of the southern expedition stationed at the border of Western Xinjiang. These people accompanied Emperor Zhou at that time A veteran who conquered the world."

Ling Jing played with the empty cup and said, "If the young prince wants to win the hearts of the people, it's time for him to go out to the palace and gild his clothes. Who do you think he will bring for a private visit to Yuzhou?"

Ling Huai chuckled, "A common problem of the Lin family is that they are too suspicious. The young prince is stubborn and has a small private life. He only brought his confidant Xia Yun out of the capital with him. How did the drug test go?"

"Wait for the eldest sister to go out and come back to see Zhenzhang. I guess it will be time to come back." Ling Jing walked towards the door and suddenly looked at him sideways, "Let's go and have a look together?"

Ling Huai dusted off his clothes, walked around the desk, and went to the side courtyard with her.

Arriving at the secret door, Ling Qiong was already there. The boy guarding the door has placed the latch on the door and is now unlocking it.

"Why are you here?" Ling Qiong turned her head and looked at them. "It may not be safe inside. What if I get infected? I can go in alone."

Ling Jing said: "We are not going in, we will wait outside."

Ling Qiong knew that talking was useless, so she changed the subject to talk about something else.

The boy took off the chains, Ling Qiong put on her outer robe to cover her tightly, and went in holding a towel covering her mouth and nose.

Ling Jing said: "How sure do you think it is?"

Ling Huai said: "If nothing happens today, it should be 100%."

"How do you know that?"

“The back door hasn’t been opened since the lockdown.”

"I thought you only read the books of sages, and you know a lot."

Ling Huai glanced at the entrance of the secret passage, a piece of skirt floated away, and a dead leaf flew off the ground. His eyebrows suddenly warmed, but his tone was still calm, he said: "If you don't stare at me all day long, I can still do it." Know more. Just wait, I have something else to do, so I’ll take the first step.”

"What can happen to you?" Ling Jing frowned slightly.

"Private matters." Ling Huai turned and left without looking back.

Ling Huai did not go back the way he came, but took a shortcut from the doorway of the side courtyard into the inner courtyard and hid on the side of the doorway.

Without a breath, the footsteps came closer and closer. When they were approaching the doorway, Ling Huai suddenly appeared and blocked the way, and he immediately bumped into the sneaky Ling Dang in his arms.

"You scared me to death!" Ling Dang touched his painful forehead, his heart was beating fast with fright, and he was so angry that he simply slapped him on the arm to relieve his hatred.

Ling Dang waved away the hand he extended to help, and said with lingering fear: "I thought the third sister found out and blocked me intentionally."

"Let me take a look." Ling Huai insisted on taking away her hand covering her forehead.

Ling Dang was pampered and pampered by Ling Jing like a daughter. In a short period of time, he became whiter, and his face was covered with flesh. He regained the bright eyes and white teeth he had in his previous life when he was living secretly in the building.

She hit his chest with her head, and the bump on her forehead was clearly red and swollen.

Lingdang rubbed it a few times and said, "It's okay. How did you find me?"

In front of the secret door, Ling Jing watched Ling Huai leave. When she turned back full of doubts, Ling Qiong had already appeared.

Ling Qiong stood at the door and said, "It's done, the recipe is correct."

Ling Jing nodded, "Go out and talk, this is not the place to talk."

"it is good."

Ling Qiong got out of the secret door first, followed closely by Ji. Dashuang asked Li Guanqi and his younger brother Xiaoshuang to go out first. She was the last one to go out. When the young man saw everyone in the secret door coming out, he locked it again.

Ling Jing walked in the front, slowing down a little and walking side by side with Ling Qiong. When she turned the corner, she inadvertently glanced at the profile of Li Guanqi behind Ji Wei.

In a flash, Ling Jing suddenly stopped her feet.

Ling Qiong took a step ahead of her and stepped into the long corridor on the side. Suddenly she caught sight of her standing still. She quickly stood on her heels and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

As soon as the leader stopped, a line of people followed him, following Ling Qiong's line of sight, all looking at Ling Jing who frowned coldly.

Seeing Ling Jing's eyes falling on Li Guanqi, they looked at Li Guanqi together.

After being cured of the plague, Li Guanqi's features were sharp. There were white scars left on his face after the abscesses healed and scabs fell off. The irregular dividing lines of the scars caused patches on his face. Even so, it was difficult to hide his delicate face.

Ling Qiong said: "He is the person I found to test the medicine. Unexpectedly, the disease was cured and he looks quite photogenic. I will take good care of him later. He will be a pretty boy."

Ling Jing stared directly at Li Guanqi and asked him: "What's your name?"

Ling Qiong smiled and said: "His surname is Li and his name is Guanqi. He is mute, so pitiful."

Ling Jing's lips curled up slightly, making it unclear whether her expression was sarcasm or laughter. She said in a scornful tone: "Li Guanqi, why should I feel sorry for him if he is mute? Who said that he should be pitiful if he is mute? Big sister, please don't Look down on the mute.”

Li Guanqi couldn't bear her cold chill, so he subconsciously took a step back.

Ji had already raised his steps to block him, blocking Ling Jing's overwhelming sight. He calmly spoke out and said, "I would like to mention that, Miss Three, let's discuss business matters first."

Ling Jing suppressed her power and said indifferently: "I'm not in the mood. Let's talk about it another day."

"A Jing? What's going on?" Ling Qiong Zhanger was confused, "Why did you leave?"

Ling Jing went straight to Cuisong Courtyard with a cold face.

At this time, Ling Dang was sitting cross-legged on the couch in the Cuisong Courtyard. Ling Huai placed his palm on her forehead with a peeled egg, rolling it around to reduce swelling.

Being so close, Ling Dang was not used to breathing with him, so he unconsciously leaned back.

"Don't move." Ling Huai grabbed the back of her neck.

"Isn't it gone? Actually, I don't feel any pain. There's no need to bother."

"Ah Dang, listen, don't move, it's going to break."

As he got closer, she could smell more and more the elegant fragrance of book and ink, which was like an orchid. It was not too strong. At first smell, she felt it was the fragrance of ink, but when she took a closer sniff, it was not the fragrance. It was a faint and refreshing fragrance that oozed out. Cold fragrance.

She didn't dare to breathe as smoothly as usual, because the fragrance that belonged to him would make her think wildly and give rise to the funny perception that he was cold and she was hot.

No, no, you should think about why he, a boy, smells so good. The smell of books and ink is not like this.

She asked, "You put incense in the house?"

Ling Danggu rolled his eyes and looked randomly at all the objects in front of him to distract himself and avoid looking at him.

He put his palm against her neck and pressed his thumb on the edge of her lips. He smiled and said, "No. Why do you ask?"

She felt his palms were so hot, and she was so cold that she shivered. She didn't dare to make any big move with her lips, fearing that she might accidentally touch his fingertips with her lips, so she could only mutter, "It's nothing, just ask."

Suddenly I heard a "bang" on the door of the house.

Lingdang was startled.

Then the footsteps came straight towards the inner room, walking quickly.

After a while, Ling Jing's voice floated in the inner room, "Ah Huai? Where are you? Did you rest so early? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

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