Lie down and eat melon in the protagonist group

Chapter 14

On a stormy night, the rain made the eaves and window sills rattle.

Ling Dang rolled up the quilt and placed pancakes on the bed. She felt heart palpitations for no reason. She always felt that something was so bad that there was a knife hanging from her neck. As soon as he closed his eyes, it was like a nightmare where demons were dancing around, and ghosts locked in their souls.

Thunder exploded in the sky, and she was startled. There seemed to be a slight ringing of bells.

She was pulled by the faint ringing of the bell in the haze, and she was still lying on the bed in a daze. When she came to her senses, she heard the sound of running water and catching thieves again.

She quickly got out of bed, and just in time the maid hurried into the house with her coat on, pulled a piece of clothing on her and put it on her, leading her straight to the downstairs.

Ling Qiong met Ling Qiong and Ling Jing head-on. Ling Qiong asked her mother-in-law to carry her to an open area and find a big water tank to stand there to stop running around. Ling Jing calmly arranged for the maids to go to each yard to check the water leakage, and asked to save people first. Put out the fire again.

The mother-in-law was already waiting by the water tank with Ling An in her arms. Ling An was wrapped in a quilt, and the mother-in-law held an umbrella for him. Ling An was clean and refreshing, but the mother-in-law was mostly wet.

The boy guarded Ling Huai and Ling Cen and ran to the yard one after the other.

Ling Huai's face was not good, he was as pale as paper, his lips were white, and his steps were not as calm as before. He ran in front of Ling Dang in a few steps and held her tightly in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you this time." Ling Huai's voice was trembling.

Ling Dang was confused and thought he was frightened, so he patted his back and whispered to comfort him.

"Fourth sister, fifth brother, Xiaoqi, are you okay?" Ling Cen was so anxious that the road was slippery due to the rain, and he almost fell down. "Eldest sister, where is third sister?"

The mother-in-law replied to him: "Seventh Young Master is fine, he went to sleep again. Hey! Sixth Young Master, be careful! Oh, my little ancestor, please slow down, or you may fall into the water!"

Ling Dang said: "They went to the front hall."

Ling Cen stood on tiptoe and looked around, "There's no fire here."

After a while, the maid came to the front hall and reported that there was no water and there was a beggar making trouble at the door.

Ling Cen said: "Beggars? Can't we just drive them away? How can the concierge do anything? It's unethical to disturb people's dreams in the middle of the night. Since there's nothing wrong, I'll go back and go to sleep."

Ling Cen yawned and went back to the house, and his mother-in-law quickly carried Ling An upstairs.

Ling Dang said to Ling Huai, "It's okay. Go back. You have to go to the academy for class tomorrow. If you are late, sir, you will be fined."

Ling Huai said, "You go back to the house first, and I'll watch you go upstairs."

"I'm not sleepy anymore." The nightmares continued, making her sleepy at all. After such a turmoil, her brain cells were extremely active, and she couldn't even get out of bed.

"I can't sleep either, let's go sit on the corridor for a while." Ling Huai led her up the corridor, and the maid followed closely and brought a hand warmer and a cloak to put on her.

Ling Dang rubbed the hand stove and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "When did you become so squeamish? It's no longer the season, but you still need Tang Po Zi."

Ling Huai covered her with a hood, tied the belt of his cloak carefully, and said warmly: "It hasn't stopped raining since it got dark today. It's frosty in autumn and cold at night. You don't like to take medicine when you're sick. I think. If you don’t take medicine, you should be more careful on weekdays.”

"Did you eat the second sister?" Ling Dang laughed at his nagging.

"how do I say this?"

"Becoming such a mother-in-law."

"Then when did you chew Acen?" When he smiled, he always had a certain charm that was different from Wen Jing's. The dim candlelight dimmed him, making him look strangely beautiful.

Ling Huai is really a gifted person.

Ling Dang stared at his smiling face and let out bursts of emotion.

It seems that everyone in the Ling family except her has a good skin, each with its own merits. She is like a wild duck that has entered the swan pond. The rising tide has lifted all boats, and she has lived a golden life.

"What do you mean by that?" Ling Dang clenched his fists and glared at him.

"Good intentions are treated as donkey liver."

"I thought you were going to say that a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory."

"So you know." He was slightly surprised.

"Okay, you! I'm a bad example of you and you dare to bully me with words. Believe it or not, I'm going to beat you." She raised her fist at him.

"You go ahead and hit me." He stretched out his palm towards her, "If I make you angry or unhappy in the future, do something wrong or say the wrong thing, and you hit me, I will never fight back, let alone talk back. But you can’t keep your words to yourself and not tell me, and you can’t coax me into being obedient. I’ll change it as long as you tell me, so don’t ignore me, okay?”

"Why can't I understand what you said? When did I ignore you? If you really did something wrong or said the wrong thing, I will never be lenient, but I will never ignore you."

How could she be willing to beat such a good, obedient and sensible child, or ignore him? What a cruel heart it would take to do such a heartless and evil thing.

As he spoke, Ling Dang raised his fist high. When it fell, his fist turned into a palm and lightly hit his palm.

He clasped his fingers and grabbed her hand.

Ling Dang didn't expect that Ling Huai was quite strong. She couldn't free her hand for a moment, so she simply gave up the struggle and said provocatively: "What? You don't accept it? You just said you wouldn't fight back, you're being shameless."

"I didn't fight back." Ling Huai said with a smile, "I caught you."

The two held hands and looked at each other with a smile.

"Ahem——!!"

The sudden sound of coughing startled Lingdang. He followed the sound and saw that Ling Jing was standing in the yard holding an umbrella, with a gentle and virtuous smile on her face, but her eyes were not very soft, staring at their intertwined hands and needles. Just like pricking.

Ling Dang shook Ling Huai away suddenly, stood up suddenly, a dog-legged smile immediately appeared on his face, and called out with a guilty conscience: "Third Sister."

Why does it sound like the dean of students is catching students in puppy love?

Ling Jing said: "If you don't go back to the house to sleep so late, you are hanging around outside. You will suffer a lot if you catch a cold. Ah Huai, won't you go to the academy tomorrow?"

Ling Dang hurriedly responded: "Get back on the horse immediately."

At the right moment, the maids and wives gathered around Ji Xi who had been admitted to the hospital. Ling Dang gradually stopped running towards the house, unable to help but be curious.

Why is he here? Still coming in the middle of the night?
Ji already had keen senses and noticed the gaze, and turned his peripheral vision slightly to glance under the eaves of the corridor.

One bright and one dark, two eyes met inadvertently.

Ling Dang used to be particularly cold-blooded about the term "past and present life" and always thought it was a casual pick-up term.

But at this moment, she faced the long-haired monk named Ji Ji in front of her. She knew that he was a stranger who had only met briefly, but she unconsciously had the illusion that they had known each other a long time ago.

Suddenly, her vision went dark, cutting off her sight. The sense of absurdity that lingered in her heart disappeared, and Ling Huai stood in front of her.

Ji already nodded slightly at them as he walked. He retracted his gaze and continued to walk to the main hall without squinting.

Ling Dang watched him go to the hall all the way, Ling Qiong walked in front with windy steps, Ling Jing followed behind gracefully, Ji already followed Ling Jing upstairs.

Why do you still go upstairs to the inner room? What happened?

Ling Dang looked away with doubts, only to find Ling Huai staring at her intently.

His eager little eyes flickered in the candlelight, and his brows were slightly furrowed, showing unreasonable resentment.

He spoke softly with his thin lips, "A Dang can't see anything new, and can't walk as soon as he sees it."

"Well, you're curious." Ling Dang smiled and asked him again, "Aren't you curious?"

Ling Huai narrowed his eyelashes slightly, guessing that Ling Jing had failed and the monk came to ask for an explanation?
"Why don't you go and see what's going on?" Ling Dang quickly glanced around. Ling Qiong sent the maid away to work in the front hall. No one was guarding her, and the protagonists were in vain if they didn't listen.

Ling Huai said nothing and did not express his refusal clearly.

Ling Dang led him up to the second floor quietly, and reached the door of Ling Qiong's house by familiar paths. They should have gone to Ling Qiong's inner room. Ling Dang lay at the door and listened for a long time before vaguely hearing a few vague words.

He just pieced it all together, and even added some extravagant words without making up a complete sentence.

In the inner room, Ling Qiong sat down on the tea couch, poured herself a cup of hot tea, tilted her neck up and drank it all.

Ling Jing opened the curtain and entered, seemingly accidentally glancing at the crumpled letter envelope in her hand.

"Sister, what's written in the letter?" Ling Jing sat on the other side and filled her tea again.

Ji is already standing outside the curtain, advancing or retreating.

"If you have something to say, what are you doing outside? Come in." Ling Qiong shouted towards the curtain and pushed the letter in front of Ling Huai.

Ling Jing opened the letter and her eyes suddenly froze.

"This method can cure the plague in Ganzhou City. This method can replace the disease with a place to stay. I heard that the temple has returned to a monk."

She hurriedly turned the medicine prescription at the bottom to the top and looked down word by word.

Ji Ji said: "Female donor, speaking like this also makes it inappropriate for the monk to enter the boudoir late at night, even though he is a monk."

Ling Qiong sighed, "Everyone said that my family has nothing, but I didn't expect to pretend to be a filthy family. Okay, when you enter the gate of my Ling family, you have to act according to the rules of my Ling family. Just hurry up when I let you in. If you don't wait any longer, Come on, believe it or not, I will send you to the government for breaking into a private house."

Ji already hesitated for a moment and said, "The monk is offended."

As soon as he came in, Ling Qiong held up the prescription and said, "Do you know what this is?"

"I know." Ji Ji said, "If you don't believe me, young monk, you can try the medicine yourself."

Ling Qiong: "Why did you come to me?"

The disease is over: "This recipe requires using the medicine of Wuyi grass. The girl is kind-hearted and helps the young monk to save him. This is an opportunity, and the girl deserves it."

"I just want to hear the truth." Ling Qiong said with one hand.

Ji had already lowered his eyebrows and was silent, as if he was weighing things over and over again before he raised his eyes to look at Ling Qiong's face. His eyes were clear and clear, without any hint of lust.

Ling Qiong's lips curled up, and her brows, which were usually slightly tough, were now full of charm. Her daughter's innate charm was undoubtedly revealed. She asked, "Is there a flower on my face?"

Accustomed to the world of gold, silver, and sex, the prodigal is frivolous and frivolous. When he sees a clean and decent person, he always unconsciously reaches out to tease him by the fox's tail.

Ling Jing couldn't stand it and coughed, reminding Ling Qiong to be more serious about business.

Ji already spoke calmly and calmly: "The young monk looks at the girl's face and sees that she is blessed with good fortune. But,"

As soon as the conversation changed, the good words continued and the bad words started.

"Huh?" Ling Qiong raised her eyebrows, so that she could calm down.

"The girl has made a lot of money recently, so she should be able to sit back and relax. Little did she know that blessings and disasters are not prophecies. If you don't spend money in time to eliminate disasters, and allow the roots of disaster to grow, when the blessings are gone, disaster will eventually come."

As soon as these words came out, Ling Qiong and Ling Jing looked at each other fiercely at the same time.

Ling Jing slapped the case and yelled: "What do you know?! And who are you?!"

"The young monk is sick." The sick man is still neither humble nor arrogant, and his eyes are as bright as the bright moon. "I only know a few superficial physiognomies. This is a lie, and it must not be true. You two girls, please be patient and don't be impatient. Listen to another lie from the young monk:' Wherever the windfall comes from, it will go back to it. One good deed can protect the future. This is all the young monk sees at the moment, and he does not know the rest."

Ling Qiong stared at Ji Ji, stood up, crumpled the prescription on the table into a ball, and raised her hand to smash the door in front of Ji Ji.

"Big sister!" Ling Jing called her urgently.

Ling Qiong cursed loudly, "He's clearly colluded with the bastards outside who covet my chamber of commerce! They've laid a trap behind his back and are waiting for me to get in! This guy just came to me to show off his power!"

"Sister, don't be impulsive. Be calm and discuss things easily! What he said is reasonable. Let's sit down and have a good talk before making a decision! Now is not the time to vent your anger!"

Ling Jing hugged her tightly and refused to let her go forward. Ling Qiong was so angry that she bared her teeth and claws at Ji already. She just wanted to scratch him to relieve her anger.

"That's right!" Ling Qiong has an impatient temper, so she is willing to put on a smile and flatter her when it is advantageous. But once her personal interests are involved, even if the Emperor comes, she will rush up and spit twice before she will give up.

When she got angry, she showed off her energy and waved her arms and legs towards Ji. If Ling Jing hadn't hugged her quickly with quick eyes and hands, a bloody splatter would have been scratched on her face tonight.

Ji has bent down to pick up the prescription on the ground, unfolded it carefully, and smoothed out the wrinkles on the paper bit by bit.

"The young monk has said this. How to do it depends on the girl's own destiny." Ji already presented the prescription to Ling Qiong with both hands, but Ling Qiong waved it down to the ground. He clasped his hands and saluted, "Please put the prescription away, young monk." I won’t disturb the girl’s rest and take my leave.”

"Wait!" Ling Jing called to him.

The illness is over.

"Where are you going?" Ling Jing forcefully dragged Ling Qiong back to the tea couch.

"The world is so big, there is always a place for little monks to go."

"Although the old monk didn't say it clearly, he clearly entrusted you to our Ling family." Ling Jing glared at Ling Qiong who was about to speak, "We have accepted the prescription. There will definitely be some use for you in the future. . It’s still raining outside, so we’ll stay here tonight until we have enough energy for tomorrow.”

Ji turned around and glanced at Ling Qiong, who was still angry. Ling Qiong rolled her eyes, snorted, and turned her face to the side on the spot.

Ji has already saluted, "It's time to work."

Ling Jing stepped forward and led the way, "Follow me."

Ling Dang, who was eavesdropping outside the door, heard footsteps inside the house and immediately grabbed Ling Huai and ran towards his house.

He ran back to the house without looking back, leaning against the door with his back and gasping for air. Before he could catch his breath, a light came on in the dark room.

"Fourth girl is back?" The personal maid appeared wearing a coat. When she saw Ling Huai standing at the door of the house, her eyes widened and she exclaimed in surprise, "Fifth Young Master?!"

Oops.

I forgot there was a human-shaped camera in the house.

"Yes." Ling Huai said calmly, as if he was returning to his own house.

"You, what is this?" The maid looked at their grasping hands.

I just heard from the corner. Is that allowed to be said?

Ling Dang led Ling Huai into the inner room, and casually gave an excuse to the maid: "I can't sleep, it's cold outside, I'll take Ah Huai to sit in my room and chat for a while. You don't need to make a fuss, Ah Huai just sit there for a while." Let's go back and let the two of us talk to each other. It's cold at night, so you can go back to your room and continue sleeping. You don't have to wait in my room to avoid catching a cold. Also, don't tell the third sister what happened tonight? Otherwise I'll kick you out."

"But..." The maid was embarrassed.

"There is no but. As long as you don't tell, no one will know." Ling Dang deliberately made a tigerish face.

Ling Huai spoke in a slow voice: "A servant, what are you talking to her about? A servant who can't tell the difference between a master and a servant. He can't even figure out what to say and what not to say. Cut him off as soon as possible." If you don't have your tongue, just throw it away as you like."

"Fifth Young Master, please forgive me! My maid won't tell anyone, and she won't tell anyone who asks. She knows her fault. Fifth Young Master, please don't cut out my tongue, don't drive me away, my family..."

The words that were neither gentle nor serious scared the maid to the point where she knelt down and begged for mercy, kowtowed and cried out a lot of snot and tears. It was very pitiful.

Ling Dang wanted to step forward to help her, but was forcefully pulled away by Ling Huai.

Ling Huai said: "Let her cry. I don't know how to use such simple truths as eating people's salary and worrying about people's things. Today I dare to cry in front of you, and tomorrow I dare to climb on your head and laugh."

"..." She underestimated him. On the outside, he has a clean and elegant white face, but on the inside, he may be blackened to some extent. Reading a lot is useful. Look at the black ink on his face, which makes his heart, liver, spleen and lungs black and hard.

(End of this chapter)