Grandpa is such a bunny

A sudden needle-like pain pierced his brain, Tubo's ears buzzed, and his body shook involuntarily.

Qianfan supported him, bent down and wanted to hug Tubo horizontally.

Tubo pressed his shoulders with his hand, leaned against the stone at the foot of Yuanliang Jiang's stone statue, and pressed his temple twice with the other hand, "It's okay, it will hurt two or three times before each attack, don't worry."

All the blood faded from his face almost in an instant, his lips turned pale, Qian Fan's heart was tightly grasped, as if hanging on a knife blade, when he took one look at Tubo, the blade cut a little towards his heart.

"Let's go back." Qian Fan whispered.

Tubo pulled him into his arms, leaned his chin on his shoulder, closed his eyes, and let his breath be long on purpose to suppress the headache, "Don't, I'm here, if you don't find anything, how do you explain when you go back."

Qian Fan said, "Send you back, the poor monk will come again."

Tubo shook his head, and from the corner of his eye glanced at the people who came in to worship in Yonghuai Hall.

Most of those people are old people with gray hair and staggering walks. Occasionally there will be younger girls, but it can be clearly seen that they are women with weak bones. They are struggling to carefully place the baskets in their hands and the baskets on their backs on the altar On the altar, take a step back and put your hand on a book in front of the altar, lower your head and read the words with a pious expression. After reading, some people will cast their eyes deeply on the book reluctantly, and then leave.

"What's that thing?" Tubo was suffering from a headache, looking for something to divert his attention.

Qian Fan looked at him with good eyes, for fear of missing any trace of his expression, "Genealogy."

"Will there be any information about Zong Yuanliang? No one will take a look at it right now." As he spoke, he was about to walk out. Qian Fan hugged him and did not let go. The book on the hook was hooked into the hand.

Tubo had a splitting headache, so he pinched his face and said teasingly, "Baby is so caring."

The first page of the genealogy records Zong Yuanliang, but his surname is not Zong, but Jiang.

Qian Fan said, "Zong is the country's surname. Jing Gaozu once gave the country's surname to the founding heroes, and Yuan Liang will be one of them."

"In this case, Jiang Shouchuan may indeed be a descendant of General Yuan Liang."

Tubo flipped through a few pages and found that the genealogy did not record Zong Yuanliang's life in detail. He only used one sentence to summarize his achievements that have been shining through the ages throughout the ages-the hero who opened up the land and the land. general.

Every inch of Dajing's territory has been trampled by Zong Yuanliang's war horses, and every river has been soaked in the blood and sweat of the army headed by General Yuanliang. This famous general has an unknown whereabouts in the end. It is no wonder that the descendants of General Yuanliang will be aggrieved.

Thinking of Jiang Shouchuan's submissive and obedient face, Tubo couldn't figure out why he had such a weird, frightening and crazy idea in his heart because of his resentment at what happened to his ancestors 170 years ago. The ancestors who have not met have deep feelings, or do they like to hold grudges?

Thinking of this, Tubo turned over the genealogy in his hand, quickly browsed the densely packed names and biographies recorded on each page, and finally found Jiang Shouchuan's name on the last page.

I don't know if Jiang Shouchuan is a county magistrate, so his life is more than that of General Yuanliang.Tubo looked at ten lines at a glance, clicked his tongue, and said in surprise, "It turns out that Jiang Shouchuan was an official in the imperial capital two years ago, and then returned to Tongshui County after seeing all the dangers in the officialdom. But the above paragraph is so vague , which is a bit of a cover-up, but it makes people suspect that he was demoted, not resigning on his own initiative."

Hearing what he said, Qianfan's heart moved, as if he suddenly remembered something, took the genealogy in Tubo's hand and read Jiang Shouchuan's life from beginning to end. what.

Tubo was aroused by him, "What do you remember?"

"So he is..." Qian Fan just said, remembering Brother Tu's intermittent headache, put his hand on his forehead, and gently rubbed him, "You don't remember, there was a case a few years ago, The person who died was Gao Chenfeng, the right deputy censor of the Inspectorate. This person was jealous, greedy and cunning by nature. He once suppressed his colleagues because of his own private affairs after he became an official in the court. Jiang Shouchuan happened to be deliberately suppressed by him and exiled to a remote area by His Majesty. That civil servant."

Tubo couldn't even remember this incident. After listening to what he said, he looked at Jiang Shouchuan's name thoughtfully, "He was exiled back to his hometown, and he had resentment towards the current emperor in his heart. Right and wrong, gangsters rely on people's power. Seeing General Yuanliang's ancestral hall, he remembered that this territory was clearly laid down by his ancestors, but now it has fallen into the hands of others, but he is miserable and pitiful like a lost dog. Rooted in the bottom of my heart, after a long time, I came up with this treacherous idea of ​​wanting to revive General Yuanliang and take back the territory."

He closed the genealogy, "In this way, it is really possible. People are selfish and partial, no matter how grand the excuse is on the surface, they can only escape secretly to seek selfish desires for themselves."

Qian Fan nodded, looked at his gradually rosy face, pressed his wrist, put the Buddhist beads on his hand, and said in a low voice, "You are right, poor monks also have selfish desires." He raised his eyes, " Atu, treat yourself well and don't make me feel bad, okay?"

Seeing that he had a headache, Qian Fan felt that his heart was more painful and uncomfortable than his, wishing to transfer all his pain to herself and bear it for him.

His eyes were clear without any impurity, and his emotions were revealed without concealment. Tubo just took a look, and his heart softened in a mess.

"Okay, okay, I'll take care of myself." Tubo laughed, moved to his side and lowered his voice, and said something mysteriously.

Qian Fan was affectionate and sincere one moment, and sincerely wanted to kill him the next moment. His face flushed with embarrassment at his whisper, and the blush burned all the way from his shiny skin to his chest.

Tubo raised his eyes, stared at the collar of his tightly-fitting gown, and whistled secretly.

At this moment, another person came in. Before entering Yonghuai Hall, he hung a bunch of red tassels outside the door, and after stepping in, he closed the door of Yonghuai Hall.

Tubo and Qianfan looked at each other, put the genealogy tree back in place, and quietly hid in a dark corner.

After the man came in, he took out a candle from under the altar table with ease, lit it with a torch, and stood it on the corner of the table, and then lit three more, propping up the dim and yellowish light in the Yonghuai Hall. Light.

The flames of the candles swayed and swayed on the stone statue of General Yuanliang, as if four little ghosts were making trouble on the stone statue.

Tubo and Qianfan hid in the darkness, watching the man first bow before the stone statue, then picked up the clay pot and basket containing rice on the altar table, picked up a candle and touched along a wall of the hall. When he got up, his technique was very strange, sometimes up and down, sometimes advancing and retreating, as if there was some kind of mechanism.

As soon as Tubo thought of this, he saw the man kneeling down when he was about to reach the end of the hall. After groping a few times at the foot of the wall, the originally flat and empty wall made the sound of wooden gears rolling, and then the whole wall turned towards him. Stepping back a foot, two bumps the size of blue bricks were revealed.

The man put down the candle, picked up the clay pot and put it inside the green brick.

It turns out that the blue bricks have been hollowed out from the inside, like a wardrobe being pulled out of its drawers.

The 'drawer' is no more than the length from the palm to the elbow of an adult man, and it can just accommodate clay pots and baskets. Tubo guessed that the size of the green bricks should be just right for the containers that the people brought to hold the rice. The tribute on the table was taken, and they were all put into the 'drawer'.

And when the things were put in, there was a dull sound of mechanical rotation inside the wall connected to the blue brick drawer. It seemed that there was a secret passage that transported all the things in the stone drawer to the deeper part of the wall.

"They sent food behind the wall, there might be someone hiding inside," Tubo breathed with his lips next to Qian Fan's ear, "Maybe it's a dark room, we can't see it from outside the ancestral hall."

Qian Fan nodded, and dodged a little bit timidly.

But Tubo pressed his lips to it again, "Guess who they are hiding?" Before Qian Fan could answer, he continued to blow into it, sending every breathy word deep into Qian Fan's ears, teasing The whole body tensed up, trembling uncontrollably.

Tubo, "We've been here for a few days, and we haven't seen a young man. Do you still remember one of the witchcrafts of Hou Fujian demon girls? It can strengthen people's blood. Jiang Shouchuan is not stupid. He knows that just resurrecting Zong Yuanliang Not enough, he wants to train an army."

During the conversation, the man had already sent all the food offered on the altar into the wall, returned according to the same route, worshiped the stone statue devoutly, went to the altar and blew out the candles, opened the gate of Yonghuai Hall, and There were already some people who came with their things. The man looked at each other tacitly with them, nodded, and without saying a word, he took off the red tassels on the door and left the ancestral hall.

As soon as the candle was extinguished, it became dark again behind the stone statue, and the voice of people outside the door came in. Qian Fan finally couldn't bear it anymore, pressed Tubo in a dark corner, and fell on top of him.

His back was pressed against the cold wall, and the front of his chest was roughly pulled away, revealing a large piece of honey-colored and flexible skin. Tubo let the breezy, jade-like man go crazy and gasp on him, and his hot lips pressed against his fragile jugular vein , sucked a bright red mark on his neck, and finally, a moist and hot kiss landed on his chest.

Qian Fan buried his head in his smooth hair and said in a hoarse voice, "I... haven't put down the precepts completely..."

Tubo touched the back of his smooth head, "It's okay, I'll wait for you." With his arms around his neck, he put his lips up with a shy face, rubbing Qian Fan's lips with his lips, "Baby, kiss me After kissing, I took off my clothes, why don't we discuss something."

Tubo Naked|The exposed chest seems to be covered with a layer of soft light in the dark, and the smooth lines are drawn down from the broad shoulders to the strong and flexible waist. His waist is so thin that it can be grasped by Qian Fan hug.

Zen Master Shanyue felt that he was about to be driven into madness by this rabbit demon, so he heard Uncle Tu say, "I want to see what's inside the wall before we startle."

Qian Fan frowned, and moved a little away, Tubo rubbed his fingers back and forth between his neck, "That stone drawer is just right for my real body to go in."

He just used beauty rabbit tricks for his feelings.

Qian Fan's eyes darkened, and he refused without even thinking about it, "No, I don't feel relieved if you go to the poor monk by yourself."

Tubo, "I know, but there is only one discovery right now. We can't waste this opportunity. This drawer is not big or small. It was tailor-made for me in the dark. Just relax 1 hearts. This corridor is Those who receive rice grains are generally cooks who do this kind of thing, even if they find me, they can't do anything to me."

Qianfan didn't want to listen to him for half a reason, and with a gloomy face, he straightened his clothes, "No."

After finishing speaking, he let go of his hand, took a step back, raised his eyelids and scanned his face heavily, put his hands in his sleeves, turned around and left.

After taking three or two steps, Tubo grabbed him.

Tubo pulled him back into the darkness, and this time the two of them switched directions, with him on top, forcing Qian Fan into a corner, stretching out his arms to support the wall, not allowing him to go.

Putting away his idle smile, he focused on the monk in front of him.

Qian Fan was very handsome, with just the right amount of sword eyebrows and starry eyes, not aggressive, nor soft and deceitful, clean and upright.

He has been bathed in the Buddha's light all year round, and the green robe covers all his vigor, and the compassion for the world is oozing from between his eyebrows and eyes.

Qian Fan was watched by him, and couldn't help turning his head.

Tubo looked at these compassionate eyes, and explored the most subtle selfishness from them.

Uncle Tu's heart softened all of a sudden, and he stroked Qianfan's earlobe with his hand propped against the wall, "If it were you, you would definitely have the same plan as me."

Qian Fan lowered his eyes and didn't want to speak. He knew what he meant, but he let Tubo into a place he couldn't touch and didn't understand. Facing a strange enemy, he would panic for no reason.

As long as he thinks that in case he will be injured, in danger, or have a headache, but he is not by his side, his heart will hang high, and the blood in his whole body will freeze.

Qian Fan never knew that he was such a timid person, afraid that as long as he was not in his eyes, he would think wildly and it was unbearable.

Probably because of the sequelae of letting him leave the imperial capital earlier, Qian Fan never wanted to experience the heart palpitations of meeting strangers and the palpitation and regret of knowing that he was injured again in his life.

"I assure you, I will never let myself get hurt." Tubo leaned over and rubbed the tip of his nose against him, "My martial arts are not bad, even if I'm not as good as you, but it's enough to kill a few people who don't have long eyes .Besides, I'm not stupid. If I can't beat it, I will turn into my original shape and punch a hole, and no one will be able to catch me."

As he spoke, he made a hole-drilling gesture with his hands, showing that he was a small hole-drilling expert.

Unmoved, Qian Fan shook his head.

Tubo said, "If you don't agree to me, you are not afraid that I will run away while you are not paying attention? Then you will not be able to find me."

Qian Fan frowned, raised his head and said, "How dare you."

Tubo raised his hand and surrendered, "Don't dare, my wife will do whatever she wants."

Qian Fan glared at him.

Tubo said, "Well, give me two days, let me go in and see what they are doing inside the wall, if you are worried about me, have you seen this wall, when the time is up, you will use the bomb| The medicine was exploded, and then came to save me from the sky, when I saw you in a crisis, maybe I was moved, so I promised you with my body hahaha..."

When he was talking about business, he went astray.

Qian Fan was biased by him, and couldn't hold his face any longer, and asked, "Have you not promised yourself yet?"

Didn't I say it last time... Oh, by the way, Master Tu doesn't remember.

It seems to take a lot of promises.

Given the way out, Qianfan was a little loose, Tubo was right, if it was him, he would have the same choice as him, although Tubo is a rabbit, soft and cute, but his bones are full of bubbles. Holding the resolute and reliable blood, "Okay, I promise you."

He said with some difficulty, "But I only give you one day, if you don't show up when the time comes, I will ruin this place."

Tubo grabbed his neck, "Let's go, let's go, let's study and study. I forgot how that man walked just now."

Qian Fan remained expressionless, "I remember."

Tubo suddenly laughed more happily, "I knew you remembered, that's why I don't remember."

"..."

The sky was gloomy, and while no one was coming to deliver things, Tubo and Qian Fan touched the place where the 'stone drawer' was, and pressed it down on the wall exactly as the man did. Zen Master Yue praised it as a flower.

But even after boasting to the sky, the moment the wall slowly receded and the stone drawer was exposed, Qian Fan couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows, holding back the uneasiness in his heart, and stared at Tubo who turned into a big rabbit.

The big rabbit shook its ears and jumped to Qianfan's feet.

The man half-kneeled down, the big rabbit jumped up and jumped into his arms, its little claws grabbed his neckline, sticking out its bright red tongue and licked the drool all over Qian Fan's face in a mean-spirited way, and he was still satisfied after licking There was a chirp.

Qian Fan stretched out his hand and rubbed him from beginning to end, "A Tu."

The big rabbit stuck its long ears bent and bent, "Got it."

Qian Fan nodded and put him in the 'stone drawer'.

Tubo pouted his little butt, waved at him, and disappeared into the blackness.

The sound of gears turning could be heard in the wall again, Qian Fan stared at the empty stone drawer for a while, then closed it in a daze.