Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

"Ah... oh." Lu Dongqing stood there in a daze, and hadn't recovered from the drama just now, until he realized that the master was waving at him, then he responded foolishly and walked over.

Lu Zhengqiu looked at him with a smile on his face: "Why didn't you make a sound? Could it be that you were so moved by my drama just now that you couldn't speak?"

He looked at the master with his eyes, his expression still a little dazed.

"Oh, I see." Lu Zhengqiu tapped his left fist to his right palm, "My beloved disciple must have been jealous of the porcelain doll, and he is willing to speak only after being coaxed by the master."

Lu Dongqing: "..."

He glanced at the master's feet, saw the knee-high, fat and smiling 'junior brother', and finally sighed: "Thank you for thinking of such a method."

Lu Zhengqiu spread his hands and said: "Since they are looking for a lunatic, why don't they pretend to be a lunatic to show them, isn't that a good idea?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Ren had come to the two of them. Beads of sweat were still hanging on his forehead after the catastrophe, and he wiped it with his sleeve while saying, "Master Zhengqiu, thank you so much. If it weren't for your quick wit, , I really don't know what to do..."

"It's nothing more than a little effort," Lu Zhengqiu said flatly, and then said after a while, "It's just that there is one thing that I can't let go of. Why did the news about the tavern reach the ears of the government?"

Song Ren was startled when he heard the words: "That's right, it took less than an hour for the incident to happen. Just now, those are the inspectors of the Yushan General Mansion. They usually enjoy the blessings in the government office. Even if they have sharp eyes, they can't see so far. .”

Lu Zhengqiu nodded and said, "Unless someone specially sends it under their noses."

Song Ren was surprised and said, "You mean...someone complained?"

Lu Dongqing listened attentively, and couldn't help frowning when she heard this, vaguely thinking of the beggar who behaved strangely and had great skills in the tavern.

That beggar really doesn't look like an idler, does he have anything to do with the government?

Seeing that the two were silent, Lu Zhengqiu turned to say: "Anyway, let's escape for now, Dongqing, have you bought the medicine?"

"Oh, here," Lu Dongqing took out the paper bag, "that's all there is, I barely make a pair, Brother Ren, please light up the fire first, and fry the medicine."

"it is good."

After listening to Lu Dongqing's instructions, the seven or eight craftsmen who stayed in the yard got busy, some collecting firewood, and some blowing the fire.

Lu Zhengqiu retreated to a corner of the yard, trying to tie up the loose hair again.

His hair is soft and light in color, usually tied in a bun on the top of his head, bound with a simple crown, and the rest of the hair is casually draped over his back.

The wind in the middle of the mountain was a bit strong. He held the hair crown in the palm of his hand, and stretched his hands behind his back to comb his hair.

He tried a few times, but the movement was a little urgent, and his hands slipped, and the crown of hair came off from his thumb and rolled down his shoulders.

The hair crown rolled into the air and was firmly caught by a pair of hands.

The hand belonged to Lu Dongqing, and while putting the hair crown in his palm, he said, "Master, let me help you."

Lu Zhengqiu nodded, then turned around.

Soon, a pair of slender and powerful hands inserted into his hair, slid from the top of the head to the back, and went back and forth, combing carefully.

A familiar complaint came from behind: "The hair is so tightly wrapped, you must have pulled it hard just now."

Lu Zhengqiu shrugged and said: "The government came suddenly, time is tight, I have no other way."

"Don't move around." Lu Dongqing put one hand on Master's shoulder, waited until the shoulders were flat again, then inserted her five fingers back into her hair, and continued the work just now.

He used the roots of his fingers to separate the tangled hair, and the strands were more careful than before. The strength in his hands was very light, for fear of hurting the other party.

Lu Zhengqiu suddenly understood how a domestic cat feels when its hair is groomed. Holly's fingertips rubbed against the scalp from time to time, leaving a slight pulling and pressing sensation.It made him instinctively feel comfortable.

He said softly, "Your hands are very warm."

Lu Dongqing replied: "After all, I just ran all the way," and said after a while, "I just saw the official team, and I was really worried."

Lu Zhengqiu comforted him and said, "What are you afraid of? With me here, I won't let them wantonly hurt people."

"No...I'm worried about you."

Lu Zhengqiu was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said: "Master is not old enough to need you to worry about."

"Of course I know that," Lu Dongqing argued, "Master??? You are young, your hair is still so soft, and you're fine..."

He said words that didn't convey his meaning, and finally leaned forward, gently resting his forehead on the opponent's back.

His height was half a head shorter than Master's, and his forehead just touched the soft hair on the back of Master's neck.

Lu Zhengqiu said again: "When I was a child, I asked you to comb my hair. You were not happy, and you were always mischievous, throwing the comb and running around the room."

"I was probably a fool when I was young." Dongqing whispered behind him, "From now on, I can comb Master's hair every day."

When the young man was speaking, the small and warm breath rushed into his neck, like a breeze passing by, but it was a hundred times gentler and longer than the wind, as if an indefatigable hand had penetrated into his collar without authorization, Invading his body skin, evoked an unbearable itching from his bones.

The leaves of the sycamore tree fell from the branches, crossed the mottled courtyard wall, drew a slow track, and landed gently on Lu Zhengqiu's shoulder.

Lu Zhengqiu was slightly taken aback, this moment seemed to have become extremely long, even the sound of fallen leaves could be clearly discerned, and the golden-red traces remained in his eyes, like the aftermath left by flames.

In contrast, the past nine years have been a flick of a finger. In the blink of an eye, the children around him have grown from a porcelain doll to a tall and straight young man.

"Master...".

Lu Dongqing moaned like a dream, stretched out both arms, and hugged Lu Zhengqiu's shoulders from behind.

But he withdrew quickly because he heard footsteps approaching not far away.

The person who came was Song Ren, holding a fire-blowing cattail fan in his hand, and said as he walked, "Brother Lu, the medicine is ready, can you go and see if it's okay?"

When he came to the front, he saw Lu Dongqing standing there in a daze, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you, you don't feel well?"

"No." Lu Dongqing hurriedly shook her head, raised her hand and touched the corner of her mouth.

Although he couldn't see his face, he could guess that his expression at the moment must not be very good-looking.

The warmth of the moment when the skin was touching just now has disappeared, and regret has replaced it, gradually creeping up in my heart.

He knew clearly that he shouldn't overstep, but he couldn't help wanting to overstep, letting himself go as an apprentice, shrinking into the other party's arms and acting arrogantly.What is the difference between such behavior and the porcelain doll at the feet.

He has always been more self-disciplined than ordinary people, he is clear and open, and his heart is clean and dust-free. Only when dealing with his master, he can't control his wanton desires, so he suffers a lot.

"Brother Lu?" Song Ren called his name again.

Even Lu Zhengqiu asked, "Dongqing, what's wrong with you?"

He waved his hand immediately: "I'm fine, I'll go see how the medicine is cooking." After speaking, he walked away quickly.

The heat of the medicinal soup is enough, but there is too little stock, only half a pot, and when it is distributed to the master, there is only a small bowl left.

Lu Zhengqiu didn't mind, he pinched his nose and drank the medicine, and said: "Although it's called Tian Vanilla, it tastes really bitter, I hope the brothers in the cellar don't mind."

Not only would the brothers in the cellar not mind it, their minds were completely confused, and they had to be supported and pressed to pry their mouths open before they could forcefully pour the bitter medicinal soup down their throats.

Qi Gui was the one who struggled the most. When he swallowed the last few drops of medicinal soup at the bottom of the bowl, his wife couldn't wait to pounce on him, looked at his face carefully for a while, and murmured: "It seems that his face has turned rosy." Some."

"Yes," Lu Dongqing nodded from the side, "the pulse condition will be a little more stable, but it can barely suppress the toxicity, and it cannot be cured."

After hearing this, the woman looked sad, and said after a while: "It's good to be able to calm down a little."

Lu Dongqing said: "But there are no extra medicinal materials, and even the anti-drug medicine can't be cooked for a second time."

The woman pondered for a while, then said in a low voice: "There are medicinal materials, but they are in the hands of the Yushan tribe in Lingquan Valley..."

"No," Song Ren said immediately when he heard her words, "Brother Lu and Master Zhengqiu are our saviors, how can we let them take huge risks again."

"But, there is no other way..." Tears welled up in her eyes again, overflowing in her eye sockets.

"Leave the matter of getting the medicine to me," Lu Dongqing patted her on the shoulder, and then said in a deep voice, "Brother Ren, please tell me the way to Lingquan Valley."