Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

In the rain, Yushan completely changed the world.

Sorrowful clouds covered the sky, and the raindrops quickly formed fine rain threads, weaving a white mist between the sky and the earth.In this mist, the mountains seem to retreat thousands of miles away, and even the houses in Wutong Town are hidden in the mist, looming, leaving only hazy shadows.

Only those around you are close.

Lu Dongqing walked side by side with Master holding an oil cap umbrella.The umbrella surface is the simplest light yellow color, and the oil paper is old and stained by the rain, like a tired, cloudy face.

The two carefully mixed in the crowd, crossed the alley, and headed towards the entrance of the town.Lu Zhengqiu, who was wearing a red dress, walked in front, walking very slowly, while Dongqing followed closely behind.

After a while, the person walking in front turned around and said, "Holly, half of your shoulders are drenched when you hold an umbrella like this."

Lu Dongqing was slightly taken aback. The surface of the oil-paper umbrella was not big. He was afraid that Master would get caught in the rain, so he tilted the handle of the umbrella, and half of his shoulder was naturally exposed to the rain, completely drenched.

It's just that I didn't expect that this little move could not escape the other party's eyes.

He leaned closer to the master again, their arms touched each other, and they bumped into each other while walking, which was quite in the way.He simply put his free arm behind the opponent's back, passed it around the back of the shoulder, and gently put it on the waist on the other side.

The clothes are unfamiliar, but the body is all too familiar.Countless times before, when he was sleeping soundly, he had leaned on Master's shoulder, entangled him like a tree vine wrapped around its branches, and enjoyed that comfort and ease.

It's just that at that time, his heart was clear and clear, without any dirty thoughts, so he never felt that there was anything wrong with being intimate with Master.

But at this moment, his heart was occupied by desires that he shouldn't have, and he became even less courageous.The people around him seemed to have become extremely precious things overnight, so he didn't dare to use any strength, and he was afraid of breaking them when he held them in the palm of his hand.

When young people experience emotion for the first time, immature love threads are like boneless vines, which do not follow the rules, just grow crazily and entangle with each other indiscriminately.

In the rain all over the sky, he secretly glanced at the expressions of the people around him.

Lu Zhengqiu's expression returned to his usual look, he was not overjoyed or sad, he was indifferent, because of this disguise and this dense rain, he actually showed a bit of indescribable estrangement and serenity.

Dongqing was fascinated by the sight, when she suddenly noticed that her master's eyes froze, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the side of the road.

He froze for a moment, followed the other party to walk a few steps, and saw a group of menacing people running from the other side of the alley.

It was the "jianghu man" I had seen in the tavern during the day.

They believed what the beggar said, first chased to the ruined temple at the east entrance of the town, followed the false clues laid out by Wutong in advance, and chased along the mountain road for a few miles. , Only then did they realize that the matter was fraudulent, and turned back in a hurry. When they returned to the town, everyone was disheartened and out of breath.

When the rain poured down, they simply gave up concealing their identities, and each of them took out a magnificent silk umbrella. Once the umbrella cover was opened, it occupied half of the alley.

In the state of Yu, umbrellas are a symbol of status, ordinary people can only hold oil-paper umbrellas, and silk umbrellas are only supported by nobles.

These "nobles" were just as ostentatious as the umbrellas in their hands, striding forward in a menacing manner, and kept cursing ugly words in their mouths.

At dusk, when it was raining again, there were not many pedestrians in the alley, and the sparse crowd saw the official approaching, and they all dodged to the sides of the road to avoid being angered.

Lu Dongqing and Lu Zhengqiu also followed in the footsteps of others and hid together under the eaves by the side of the road.

Although the figure was just a blurry mass under the rain curtain, when the official servant saw a strange figure, he slowed down for a short time and cast a bad look.

Startled, Lu Dongqing quickly pushed the people around her, retreated to the wall together, and at the same time lowered the edge of the umbrella to cover their faces.

Lu Zhengqiu's back was already half pressed against the wall, and his chest was almost pressed against him.

Holly simply put her free hand on the wall, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to the cheek of the person opposite.

He and his master put on an intimate pose between men and women. On the one hand, it can block their faces, and on the other hand, it can make passers-by feel embarrassed and turn their eyes away consciously.

His heartstrings were tense, and the breath of the people close to him fell on his face, which was extraordinarily warm in the cold rain.

Maybe it was the temperature in the rain that was causing trouble, or maybe it was the sound of footsteps going away behind him that made him feel lucky to survive the catastrophe.

The tense heartstrings finally broke, and he leaned closer, pressing his lips to the other's.

At that moment, his mind was blank and he couldn't think at all. On the contrary, the voice next to his ears was exceptionally clear. The pattering rain turned into a net, and a light curtain hung from the oil-paper umbrella above his head, wrapping him in it , slowly tighten.

When the sound of footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the alley, he withdrew from his master's lips.

The foreheads of the two were still touching each other, and their eyes were touching. Lu Zhengqiu's eyes seemed to have some water vapor floating up, and he looked more moved than usual. When Dongqing looked intently, the faint water color had disappeared, as if it was just an illusion brought about by the rain. .

After the kiss, Dongqing's mind gradually recovered, and she gradually remembered the soft and warm touch on her lips just now, with a hint of nostalgic herbal taste.

"Master..."

Lu Zhengqiu smiled at him: "It seems that you have grown up too, and even this kind of thing needs to be taught by Master."

He froze in place, raised his finger subconsciously, and touched his lips.

Lu Zhengqiu said again: "Since I have already taught you, next time you meet your sweetheart, don't be afraid."

The gaze looking at him is full of tenderness, as if he can tolerate even the biggest mistakes.

He only felt that his eyes went dark, and remorse suddenly flooded into his mind and quickly overwhelmed him.

This should be a solemn and sacred thing, but he was wasting it on the worst occasion.

He expected that his face must be ugly at the moment, so he turned his face away and urged: "Let's go quickly."

As soon as the words fell, I heard a faint exclamation from behind.

The voices came from two women, one high-pitched and the other low-pitched, but both voices were familiar.

Lu Dongqing was surprised: "This is the voice of Madam Qi and the proprietress of the tavern!"

He turned his head, and at the turn at the end of the alley, he saw smoke curling up from the kitchen, mixed with the rain curtain, climbing up into the air with difficulty.

It turned out that this road just leads to the backyard of the tavern.

Lu Dongqing said eagerly: "Master, let's go and have a look."

Lu Zhengqiu frowned, as if hesitating, but seeing Dongqing's expression, he nodded and said, "Let's go."

The two tiptoed across the alley, stuck their heads out at the turn, and looked in the direction of the tavern.

There is a firewood door in the backyard of the tavern, surrounded by officials and servants. The proprietress and his wife stand by the door, huddled together.

A rude voice reprimanded: "Did you all collude with beggars long ago and play us for fools?"

The proprietress knelt down with a plop, and begged: "No, absolutely not, how could we have the guts, my lords, please learn from me."

In rainy days, the ground was covered with muddy water. She knelt into it, and the splashed muddy soup splashed on her face, making her face, which had been labored by life, even more dirty and haggard.

The officials were unmoved, and continued: "The military master asked us to catch him alive, but you let him go and offended the Ding Guojun. Can you afford the consequences?"

Someone lifted the saber, and the scabbard struck the landlady's back, making a blunt sound.

Mrs. Qi hurriedly knelt down beside her, and said in a soft voice: "They are just two unrestrained rogues, how can they escape the eyes of your lords, you can't run far in this rainy day, your lords go again Keep chasing and chasing, for sure..."

Before he finished speaking, he received a heavy slap: "A mere widow, who is allowed to tell you what to do."

Of course she was not a widow, but she didn't dare to tell the truth about her husband, so she could only bury her head lower and began to cry.

Different from the middle-aged mistress beside her, she was still at an age where she still had charm. The dress she just bought was wet from the rain, and it hung on her thin shoulders, revealing her snow-white shoulders faintly.With the sound of crying, he twitched slightly, his figure was particularly pitiful.

The man with the knife stopped beating, and laughed aloud. His depression finally found an outlet. He unceremoniously grabbed Mrs. Qi by the hair and lifted her up from the ground.

Mrs. Qi was so frightened that she trembled all over, not to mention dodging, she couldn't even scream.

As if inspired by her attitude, the man tore off her skirt with his other hand and grabbed her chest.

She screamed, struggled, and begged the proprietress: "Sister, save me, save me..."

But the proprietress was still kneeling in the mud, not daring to lift her head.

A pair of big hands stretched out beside her, firmly covering her mouth.Her kicks were as weak as cotton in front of a group of men.

There was a woodshed by the door of the backyard, and a group of people pushed Mrs. Qi into it.

Her frail figure was swallowed by darkness, and her cries were drowned out by the sound of rain.