Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

When her fingertips touched the cool skin, Lu Dongqing couldn't help but startled.

He has not yet come to his senses, his eyes are still a little hazy, and even he himself does not know why he made such an abrupt move just now.

Because the master is so good-looking, he couldn't help but want to touch it——this thought just passed through his mind, and it turned into a burning guilt, which made him feel ashamed.

Fortunately, Lu Zhengqiu didn't ask the reason, because the shopkeeper's voice sounded at the right time: "You two, the noodles are cooked, eat while it's hot."

"Oh, yes!" Lu Zhengqiu responded, then bent down and stretched out his hand to the young man in front of him: "Let's go."

Dongqing blinked, took Master's hand, and stood up from the ground.

The clear soup noodles were steaming. To express his gratitude, the shopkeeper specially put two eggs and ordered a few drops of sesame oil. The surface of the soup was glowing attractively.

However, regardless of the taste of eggs or sesame oil, Lu Dongqing was not in the mood to taste it.

He pretended to bury his head in the soup, but actually hid behind the heat, peeking at Master's face.

Lu Zhengqiu's expression was the same as usual, when he swallowed the egg whole, a smile appeared on his lips, his brows and eyes stretched, very satisfied.

Only then did Lu Dongqing gradually let go of her hanging heart, and no longer felt panic.

The fear faded away, but the loss faintly surfaced in my heart.

In the eyes of the master, I am afraid that I am still a child who seeks intimacy.

After eating, the two played with Maomao for a while. After a lot of delay, they set out on the road late.When the night fell, they failed to reach the next town.

There are only woods between the front and back, and the layered branches are gradually submerged by the night. The horse is too tired to walk, with its head lowered, reluctantly walking in small steps, and the city wall is still floating far away at the end of sight.

The two had no choice but to find a ruined temple on the side of the road to shelter from the wind and rain, and barely stayed for one night.

The temple was deserted and there were no traces of crows. There was only one stone statue standing alone, with a thick layer of dust covering its shoulders.

Lu Dongqing picked up some firewood in the woods, folded the fire to ignite it, put the medicine pot for boiling medicine on it, squatted beside the stove and fanned himself.

Gradually, the smell of medicine in the pot rose, wrapped in a faint white mist, and soon filled the narrow room.

"It's really bitter..." Lu Zhengqiu frowned when he smelled this smell, and wrinkled his brows and nose together.

"There's nothing you can do about suffering, drink it quickly." Lu Dongqing brought the boiled medicine in front of the master, "It's already blown cold."

Lu Zhengqiu was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile: "My beloved disciple is so considerate, it seems that I have to drink."

Under the cover of night, Lu Dongqing stared at him intently, watching him drink the medicinal soup into his stomach without leaking, then took his hand, rolled his heart under his eyelids, and examined it carefully.

The green vines in the palm are like withered branches away from the water. The original green color has faded, leaving only intermittent gray spots.

"Do you still feel pain? Do you have any strange feelings?"

"Not at all," Lu Zhengqiu wrote lightly, "To be honest, this little injury is not as painful as the one you bitten back then."

"Bit it?" Dongqing was taken aback, "When have I ever bitten Master's hand?"

Lu Zhengqiu smiled and said, "You probably don't remember."

Lu Dongqing's face turned red, she blinked, and asked, "When did it happen?"

"You really want to listen?"

"Of course you have to listen!"

"Okay," Lu Zhengqiu cleared his throat, and said, "I think back then, it was also in such a narrow and dilapidated place..."

Unlike Holly's impatient reaction, he spoke very slowly, and his tone was even softer than usual.

For him, reminiscing about the past in the long night is like eating a candy after drinking a bowl of bitter medicinal soup.

The more bitter the sweetness, the more you can remember it for a long time.

He was immersed in bitterness for the first half of his life, and he could hardly recognize the taste of sweetness.Even after saving Dongqing, he didn't know how to be a master.Nine years ago, he didn't know what to do with a strange child.

What's more, this child has just experienced a catastrophe where his family was destroyed.As soon as he changed his cheerful and lively temperament, he sewed his mouth shut.

The two escaped from the capital, Dongqing didn't say a word along the way, she just lowered her head in a muffled voice, Lu Zhengqiu couldn't see it, so she said to him: "If you are sad, just cry."

But Holly just raised her head and looked at him blankly, as if she had forgotten her instinct to cry.

The experience of family ruin was too heavy for a child. Dongqing closed her heart, and no one would knock it open.

Lu Zhengqiu could only watch helplessly as those originally clear eyes gradually became concealed, and that vigorous body became thinner and thinner.

The ten-year-old child is crowded in the carriage, staring at the sky through the shoulders of strangers, as if hoping to fly into the twilight, fly into the tumbling sunset like a raging fire, and burn his small body to ashes.

Lu Zhengqiu had no choice but to guard him all the time, lest he really fly away from the world.

The world is really bleak. After the prince passed away, Di Xiangcheng's relatives and disciples were exterminated by the court. Lu Zhengqiu was afraid that someone would recognize Dongqing's identity, so he didn't even dare to stay in an inn, so he could only look for deserted villages and ruined temples every night.

The days were bumpy and the nights were cold, but Holly didn't cry or complain.

He was just having a nightmare, and every time he woke up, his head was covered with cold sweat, his vest was soaked with sweat, and the headband on his head seemed to have been soaked in a bucket.

Along the way, every day he became thinner and more emaciated than the day before.

That night, another group of officers and soldiers came to arrest people in the town where the two lived. The screams continued and the torches were shaken wildly. It was not until the middle of the night that they gradually quieted down.

Holly woke up suddenly from the dream.

Lu Zhengqiu was also awakened by his movement. The child was sitting there dumbfounded, as if haunted by an evil spirit, his head was covered with sweat, the clothes behind his back were half soaked, his hands and feet were kicking wildly, and his head kept hitting the wall. Knock up and make a muffled sound.

Lu Zhengqiu turned pale with shock, turned his head hastily, and patted his forehead and cheek lightly, but the child suddenly grabbed his hand, opened his mouth, and bit his teeth on the side of the palm.

He was like a newborn wild beast, with two canine teeth tightly embedded in the opponent's tiger's mouth, tearing at the flesh, Lu Zhengqiu trembled in pain, and broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

Blood trickled down his palms, some stained the corner of Holly's mouth, and some ran a red line along the forearm, dyeing the cuffs a bright red.

Holly opened his eyes in a daze, the fishy smell in his mouth made him flinch involuntarily, he hurriedly let go of his teeth, saw the other party's bleeding arm, touched the corner of his mouth, screamed, tremblingly said: "This...is me Did you bite?"

"Otherwise, who else could it be?" Lu Zhengqiu replied, and immediately saw a trace of fear flashing in Dongqing's eyes.His heart softened, and he thought of a lame joke in the pain, and raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Could it be a wild little tiger?"

Holly's shoulders trembled again, she stretched out her finger, touched the other's palm tentatively, and asked, "...does it hurt?"

Lu Zhengqiu gritted his teeth and pretended to be in a casual tone: "If you have been bitten by a little tiger, you should know whether it hurts or not."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Dongqing couldn't stop reading, and finally burst into tears.

The crying became more and more intense, as if the sky was falling apart, and the grief accumulated for many days poured into the tears, and the tears gushed out of Holly's eyes like a flood breaking a bank.

Looking at the tearful face in front of him, Lu Zhengqiu knew for the first time that a child could cry so unrestrainedly and fiercely.

Instead of being angry, he felt a burst of relief, knowing that the child had finally returned to the world.

Hot tears dripped on his shoulders and dripped in his heart.

The ice that had been formed in my heart for many years was gradually melted by the sudden tears.

He hugged Holly's thin body into his arms, shook it gently like a cradle, cried out his tears, and finally gradually fell asleep until the sky was bright outside the window.