"That's right." Jiang Huan is also a friend and a minister to Ling Chen, so Hurricane's explanation is reasonable.

"Yes." Some sweat broke out on Blast's forehead, and he dragged Qianying's hand like a nobody, and said in that girlish voice, "Qianying, just tell me when Master Jiang's birthday is, so I can prepare a birthday gift for him." Besides, the Lord is lonely every year when he celebrates his birthday alone, so if you spend it with him, you can be happier. ”

"It doesn't hurt to tell you." Although Qianying felt that Jiang Huan was unlikely to agree to celebrate his birthday with Ling Chen, he was dizzy from being shaken by the wind shaking his arm, and still said, "July 13." ”

The wind choked so hard that he almost fell to the ground. He patted himself on the chest, looking terrified.

Seeing that the wind was frightened, Chikage leaned forward worriedly, and he looked at the wind, and slowly spit out a few words from the corners of his mouth.

"What's wrong with you?"

The wind raised his head and said word by word, "Lord, I was born on the same day as Lord Jiang." ”

Chikage stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud.

Three black lines rose on the forehead of the gale.

With a thousand shadows to contrast, Blastwind felt that his actions just now were simply gentle and gentle.

At this moment, Qianying regretted it inexplicably.

If I had known, I wouldn't have asked.

It's okay now, just asked, and I was taken aback, and the birthday of the Lord and Master Jiang was one day apart.

How is he going to face the Lord?

The wind is okay and has a strong ability to accept it. When I learned the news, I just fell and quickly returned to normal. He crawled up from the ground, gently patted Chikage on the shoulder, and said comfortingly.

"Chikage, calm down."

"Okay, calm down." Qianying was slapped by the wind like this, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Wind, are the Lord and Childe really born on the same day?" Shall I prepare a gift for the Lord? ”

"Really, why did I lie to you." Hurricane smiled helplessly, "You don't need those gifts, just get your heart." ”

"Okay, I got it." Chikage swallowed.

In fact, he didn't plan to give a gift to Ling Chen, after all, his master was not him, so it was useless to give it.

Could it be that he is a subordinate of a courtier, and he still has to live by pleasing the Lord?

"Then I'll go back first." Chikage said, "I still have to keep a vigil." ”

"Go ahead." Tempest heard what he wanted, and just left.

The gray pigeon landed on Ziyu and gently pecked him on the shoulder.

"Ash, don't be like this, it's very itchy." Ziyu was originally a shy master, but he was pecked by the gray pigeon, and he became even more shy. He grabbed the wings on both sides of the pigeon, took him off his shoulder, and sent him into Jiang Huan's house.

"Childe, Ash is back."

"Coming back?" Jiang Huan was dealing with things, and when he heard the voice, he raised his eyes slightly, and was really taken aback when he saw the little gray fat pigeon, "Take the things off his feet." ”

"Yes." Ziyu nodded, took off the thing tied to the pigeon's leg, and respectfully handed it to Jiang Huan.

Jiang Huan flipped through the paper and looked at it carefully. After a long time, a low laugh was heard.

This smile doesn't matter, but this smile scares Ziyu.

"Childe, but what happy things are written in the letter?" Why are you laughing so scary?

The latter paragraph was what Ziyu thought in his heart, and he didn't say it in front of Jiang Huan. Even if he was to be in front of him, he couldn't say it.

"Yes." Jiang Huan put the paper aside and carefully copied the letter that Bei Ke had given him about the false accounts and things An Xian had done from beginning to end.

Then he stood up and pulled out a blank scroll from the shelf. Closing his eyes, he recalled An Xian's handwriting on the fold of An Xian's recital that he had seen in the Lingchen Hall before.

Seeing Jiang Huan's fascination, Ziyu didn't dare to disturb, but quietly retreated.

Jiang Huan is good at imitation, writing what others write is even more eye-catching, if it weren't for being Ling Chen's courtier, he couldn't imitate anyone's handwriting like before, with his ability, he soared to a minute.

Twenty minutes passed, Jiang Huan stretched his waist and continued to write.

Fifty minutes later, he got up from his stool and shouted, "It's finally done!" ”

Jiang Huan looked at his masterpiece and smiled with satisfaction. He put his notebook aside and went to bed, waiting for the next day to come.

Soon, the next day arrived.

In the Windward Temple.

When Ling Chen came together, he heard the exciting news from the mouth of the wind, and his jaw dropped in shock. He grabbed the wind and looked at him in disbelief.

"You said Ah Huan's birthday is July 14?! Just a day older than me? ”

"Yes." Hurricane looked at his master, who didn't know what was wrong, and nodded heavily.

One second passed, two seconds passed. Just as Tempest thought his master was stupid and was about to call him, he heard a deafening voice sound.

"Great! It's really touching that he was lonely and that he was born with me! ”

Belch...

The wind rubbed his head.

This lord is eighty percent fake, can someone take him away?

"The subordinates are also very moved, but Lord Jiang forgot about his birthday, are you sure, are you sure you want to spend it with him?" Hurricane hesitated for a long time before he spoke his heart.

"He forgot to remind him." Ling Chen rolled his eyes, "It's not that Lone doesn't have a mouth, he can remind him secretly if he forgets, and he can remind him openly if he forgets." Lone didn't believe it, he didn't even know his birthday. ”

"People don't know what to do." Swift Wind whispered.

Sycamore House.

Jiang Huan closed the door, touched his chest, and then said into the air.

"Su Qibai, you come out."

"Got it." Su Qibai frowned slightly, and then, a wisp of soul came out from Jiang Huan's side.

"What's the matter?" Su Qibai is still the same light and breezy and cold appearance that he doesn't know what the world is, but his eye sockets are deep-set, and the whole person looks very depressed.

Jiang Huan wanted to say his own thing, but after seeing Su Qibai's dejected face, the words were held back in his heart. I can't say it, and I can't spit it out.

Su Qibai is not a fool, and he will not fail to see Jiang Huan's uncomfortable expression. He smacked his mouth and looked at him with a look of retardation.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Qibai was stared at by Jiang Huan a little hairy, and spoke out slowly.

"I'm going to ask you that." After a long time, Jiang Huan held back, "Your face, what's wrong?" Not in good spirits? ”

"This?" Su Qibai pointed to his eye sockets, "Probably because I was eaten by the thing I encountered last time, what are you looking for me?" Su Qibai said indifferently.

(End of chapter)