Probably out of a woman's intuition, Ji Yunshu walked over.
I saw that the rust of the knife had already adhered to the door wall, and it was mottled!
And there are obvious blunt marks on the blade, and the pits are uneven, like gears!
Jing Rong walked behind her and asked, "Is this knife weird?"
"Yes!" she nodded in response.
The next moment, she took out a handkerchief from her waist, put it on her hand, took down the knife, carefully wrapped it, and put it into her sleeve.
This bitch even steals the rusty knife from the peasant woman's house!
Jing Rong thought!
"It's getting late, let's go catch the boat. If it's too late, no matter how much money the prince has, the boatman will not dare to pick it up."
After speaking, she held an umbrella against the strong wind and returned along the original road.
Jing Rong followed behind her, watching her walk carefully, the soles of her feet slipped a few times, causing her body to twist and twist, and his hands, which you should have curled up in your sleeves to keep warm, were secretly raised slightly to protect Ji Yunshu's body. side, lest she accidentally fall.
After leaving the barren ruins, the two also accelerated their pace and walked to the pier of Zhaojia Village.
On the surfing river, you can see everything, let alone a boat, not even a floating object.
"It's getting dark, and there will be no boats today."
Jing Rong didn't seem to be worried at all, and there was a hint of secret joy in his tone.
"If I had known, I should have made the boatman from before wait." Ji Yunshu said softly.
"Today, we can't leave."
"Is there any other way, lord?"
"Yes!" Jing Rong raised an eyebrow.
Ji Yunshu immediately asked, "What can I do?"
Jing Rong pointed to a mountain behind him and said, "Go around the mountain!"
Just kidding!
"It's a day's walk on the mountain road, so it's better to stay and wait for the boat." Ji Yunshu said.
The corner of Jing Rong's mouth secretly smeared a smile, but she looked worried and frowned: "I'm afraid there will be no more ships. Tonight, you and I should stay, but the family in Zhao's village is poor and the house is poor. The house is small and rudimentary, I'm afraid it can't accommodate you and me, but..."
"But what?"
"This king just passed by a temple, maybe I can stay overnight."
"Temple?"
She didn't see it!
Not knowing whether to believe him or not, Ji Yunshu rolled his beautiful eyes, and finally nodded, "That's the only way."
Leaving from the pier, Ji Yunshu followed behind Jing Rong, heading towards the temple he said.
It's getting darker and darker, and the muddy road is not easy to walk. Coupled with the heavy rain, it's just worse!
How do you know that the wind is blowing violently!
Ji Yunshu's wrist strength was no match, and the umbrella handle was detached from her hand, scraped into the grass not far away, and was smashed by the messy branches!
At the moment when the umbrella handle was detached, the rain poured mercilessly towards her.
From the hair to the cheeks, and then down to her delicate neck, she was drenched all over in an instant.
But the cool feeling had not yet spread to her feet, and an umbrella suddenly fell on top of her head, covering her from the torrential rain and a little bit of wind.
As soon as he looked up, Ji Yunshu saw the scene standing in the rain, holding the umbrella above his head.
The distance between the two is also two steps away.
"My lord." Ji Yunshu called out, grabbed the handle of the umbrella, and immediately pushed him toward him: "Small body is mean, the lord should cover himself with the umbrella."
"This king is not so delicate, you can hold the umbrella well."
At this moment, he had already tucked the umbrella handle into Ji Yunshu's hand, drenched in the rain, and walked forward.
It's so chic!
The next moment, Ji Yunshu trotted two steps, caught up, reached out and grabbed Jing Rong's sleeve, and put the umbrella in his hand on his head.
There was only a distance of two fingers between one tall and one short body, and both fell under the umbrella.
It's just that the umbrella is not big enough, and the shoulders of the two people are placed in the rain!
Jing Rong seemed to be a little surprised by her actions, and looked down at her with deep eyebrows, with deep affection!
Some moved!
At that moment, Ji Yunshu hoped that he was wrong, and hurriedly avoided his eyes.
Said: "I hope the lord will not mind holding an umbrella with the little one."
"Of course I don't mind!"
Very happy.
Hooking his eyes full of spring light, with a sculptural joyful smile, he took the umbrella from Ji Yunshu's hand, raised it high, and with the other hand, he grabbed Ji Yunshu's wrist along the way, and walked towards the rain!
Ji Yunshu let him lead, but did not break free, after all, it was covered with an umbrella.
After walking for about half a column of incense, I finally arrived at the temple that Jingrong said.
It is said to be a temple, but it is also a temple!
It's just... broken and desolate.
But it is also a place to shelter from the rain.
After entering, Ji Yunshu took a closer look.
This is a temple that has been in disrepair for a long time. The plaque hanging on the door has fallen off a corner and is crooked. It looks like it is about to fall. The plaque is also covered with ashes and covered with layers of spider webs, but still You can clearly see the words "Zhao Family Ancestral Hall" on the plaque.
In the temple, there were piles of straw, things fell to the ground, and they were placed everywhere, and they were also full of spider webs!
But fortunately, the tall Buddha statue is still standing in the temple.
It's just that the gold and copper pieces on the Buddha statue seem to have been scraped off piece by piece, leaving very eye-catching scratch marks.
"Although the place is chaotic, fortunately I can shelter from the rain, so I will stay for one night. Tomorrow, this king will find a way to go back to the city." Jing Rong put away the umbrella, went into the temple and looked around, saying, "Sir, put on a fire. , to dry our clothes."
Before Ji Yunshu could say anything, Jing Rong had skillfully moved the debris in the temple to one side, vacated a space, and hugged the broken wooden stake in the temple, and lit it with the fire stick that was not wet on her body. Straw, set the stakes on fire!
A series of actions, completed cleanly!
I don't know, I thought this prince really grew up in the mountains and fields!
It was already dark outside, and the flames lit by the stars in the temple looked very transparent, reflecting in the windy and rainy temple, it looked very warm and comfortable.
And Jing Rong has also unknowingly put up a shelf.
"Mr. Ji, take off your clothes and hang them here to dry. You are a weak scholar, don't catch a cold."
"… "
Just as Jing Rong spoke, he had already started to undress!
Ji Yunshu took a look, hugged his cold arm, and turned his back.
"Come here!" Jing Rong called to her.
Ji Yunshu didn't move, grabbed the clothes, a little panicked.
Seeing that she was indifferent, Jing Rong simply walked over, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to the fire.
"It's okay to be small, the lord can just dry the clothes by himself." She lowered her head, not daring to look.
"Tell you to take off your clothes, why are you so shy? Do you want this king to help you take off?" Jing Rong's tone was deliberately doubtful, but the playfulness in his eyes rose slightly.
Ji Yunshu took a few steps back, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Your Highness is burly, but his body is small and thin. It's really hard to take it off and compare it to Your Highness, so let's forget it."
"Rory is wordy."
Jing Rong scolded her and took two steps closer to her, and a pair of claws stretched towards her at the same time.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Two big men, what are you afraid of, if you are unwilling to take it off, this king will take it off for you."
"No."
"Use it."
Ji Yunshu's arm was already imprisoned in his palm, struggling to no avail, he could only hold on to his collar tightly.
Beast!
Even if she breaks her throat at this moment, it will not help!
She buried her head deeply, her breathing became very uneasy, and Jing Rong, who was close at hand, looked down at her long curved eyelashes as if her eyes were soft like a flame!
He clasped her thin arm tightly, and in his palm was Ji Yunshu's cold and soaked clothes.
The cold feeling ran along the lines on his palm, so cold that the blood stopped.
At this moment, he wanted to hold this woman in his arms.
But reason, still dispelled his evil thoughts at the moment.
"Mr.'s clothes are already soaking wet. If you don't want to take off your clothes in front of this king, then use the clothes as a curtain and put them on the rack, and you and I have one end."
you are nice!
Jing Rong released her, restrained the playfulness in his eyes just now, and moved the shelf between the two of them.
He said, "This king won't look at you, take off your clothes quickly, don't wiggle any more."
Jing Rong had already taken off the two soaked jackets, put them on the shelf, sat on the straw, took off the pair of boots lined with gold carving and silver thread, and put them upside down on the fire. side.
When Ji Yunshu saw that he was so "good", his uneasy heart fell to the ground a little.
But still with a hint of vigilance, he slowly untied his belt, took off his coat, and hung it on a shelf. He also squatted down on the straw pile, took off his pair of coarse cloth-sewed shoes, and put them aside. .
The two are now sitting on both sides of the shelf, and the fire is stacked in front of the shelf and the two of them, side by side with the shelf.
Outside, it was already dark, and the rain and wind continued.
Inside, it's warm!
"Mr. Ji." Jing Rong called her suddenly.
"Yep?"
"Have you ever... been to the capital?"
When Jing Rong spoke, he had already picked up a small bamboo stick and poked it at the pile of flames in front of him.
Ji Yunshu looked sideways, only to see one hand sticking out from behind the shelf, holding a bamboo stick, picking up the fire with a "crackling" sound, sparks flying.
But it looks great!
She held her crouched knee with one hand, and with the other hand, she also picked up a small bamboo stick and poked it at the fire.
While answering Jing Rong's question: "I haven't been there."
"Then do you want to go?"
"Is the air quality up to standard?"
"Yep?"
"It's smog."
"Smog?" Jing Rong's brows wrinkled, Old Gao, the action of picking up the flame in his hand suddenly stopped!
Ji Yunshu smiled and said, "Nothing!"
At this moment, what Ji Yunshu thought of was Beijing!
Instead, Jing Rong was confused by her question, and really wanted to remove the shelf between the two and ask carefully.
What is air quality
What is smog
Shaking his head, that's all, he had no choice but to change the subject: "If this king wants you to come back to Beijing with me, would you be willing?"