Chapter Fifty-Three: The Loveliness Has Arrived in His Heart
Because Qin Wanwan was not keen on sightseeing, the team only stayed in Suyang for one day and continued on the road the next day.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the heat is so intense that even if there is an ice basin in the carriage, it is difficult to offset the heat wave coming from the pavement.
Qin Wanwan was so irritated that she could only read and meditate, holding a book in one hand and a fan in the other. Her clothes were light and the fragrant breeze was blowing on her sleeves.
After all, Song Chen still couldn't get the fan he was longing for, but he found a little comfort when he saw Qin Wanwan holding the fan he drew. Moreover, the picture in front of him was not only lively, but also beautiful and casual.
Every glance can't help but make my heart beat.
In the past, when I tried every means to visit her, I could only talk to her from a distance, and I was even afraid that she would be angry and didn't dare to take a closer look. However, these days, the beautiful woman is by my side and getting along in the same car is already a huge improvement.
The weather in June changes all the time. In the morning, the sun is still so scorching that it is almost drying people out. In the afternoon, it suddenly rains heavily, making people unable to see the road ahead clearly.
As luck would have it, there were no villages around this section of the official road, so everyone had to rush on their way in the heavy rain. Fortunately, the carriages were strong and the horses were obedient.
After walking for a while, we finally found a Taoist temple where we could take shelter from the rain.
"With this weather, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave for the time being."
The road was washed away by water and became muddy. More importantly, the rain was too heavy and it was impossible to see the road clearly. If we continued to walk, both the man and the horse would get sick, and the gain would not be worth the loss.
But this remote Taoist temple is not big. There are more than 100 people in their group, including carriages and horses, so there is no room for them no matter what.
There are only seven people in the Taoist temple, one temple master and six practitioners, some old and some young, with clean and upright features. Although they look miserable, they have extraordinary Taoist aspirations.
After the temple owner looked at Song Chen, he looked at Qin Wanwan, and made a Taoist salute with one hand: "On rainy days, you can stay here to stay, but you can stay here. It's just that the Taoist temple is bitterly cold, so we can't entertain you."
After saying that, he bowed again and asked the little Taoist priest to take the people to the kitchen. It was up to them to decide what the others should do.
There was a little Taoist priest who looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, but he still maintained the curiosity of a young man. He couldn't help but come out to say hello to others. After a while, he was chatting enthusiastically with the guards. He looked full of energy, clear eyes, and innocence.
The Taoist temple was very small, and the living space was limited. They couldn't let the Taoist priests give up their living quarters like bandits, so they all chose to live on the ground where they couldn't get wet from the rain.
The door of the Taoist temple is not narrow. After it was dismantled, a carriage could just be pulled in. Qin Wanwan lived on the carriage.
After everything was settled, it was still dark, and Qin Wanwan stood in front of the statue. She rarely worshiped gods and Buddhas, but she had to remember the grace of sheltering her from the heavy rain, so she respectfully offered incense and asked Yin Zhuang to look for the spectators.
The Lord added some oil money.
Song Chen came to Qin Wanwan and imitated her in offering incense and kowtow.
Originally, I was just worshiping the Sanqing God on the futon in the middle. When I got up and walked around, I saw ashes falling on a statue of the god on the side.
That outfit, and the thing wrapped in silk thread in his hand, seems to be Yue Lao?
Because of its remote location, not many people come to worship the gods, let alone men and women seeking marriage. It is not surprising that the Yue Lao Statue is gathering ashes.
Feeling moved, he looked back and saw that Qin Wanwan had already gone to the carriage. He walked over and lit the incense burner and bowed a little more sincerely than before.
After dinner, it was almost dark, but the heavy rain seemed to have no intention of stopping, and the eaves of the house were covered with water.
After casually washing up, Qin Wanwan went back to the carriage to read and kill time.
The place was too small and there was nowhere to go. Song Chen came up after a while. The two of them were reading a book, neither of them intending to disturb the other.
After who knows how long, Qin Wanwan felt a little sleepy. She glanced to the side and saw that Song Chen was still sitting.
Riding in the carriage was fine, but sleeping in front of him was crossing the line.
"Are you sleepy?" Song Chen saw that she was trying to hold on: "Go to sleep, I'll be out in a while, Yelan and Yinzhuang will stay here tonight."
Qin Wanwan wanted to drive him out immediately, but he said so, so she would just hold on a little longer.
Looking through the books, trying hard
I wanted to open my eyes wide, but my head was out of control, my consciousness became unclear, I became more and more sleepy, and finally I fell directly on the mat.
Song Chen quickly supported her with quick eyes and hands, tapped her acupuncture points to make her fall asleep, gently pushed her in, and covered her with a thin blanket.
There is no desire to read at this moment. He didn't read a few words at all just now, his attention was all on her.
Watching her head move little by little as she dozed off was much more interesting than that book.
In the past two days, Qin Wanwan never showed the same expression of disgust and pain that she had that day, nor did she particularly reject her. It seemed that he was doing the right thing by retreating, but in fact she was still on guard against her.
He is planning to retreat in order to advance, so why isn’t she the same?
She made him think that he had succeeded, but in fact he was trapped by her, unable to get close to her anymore, and pushed him away quietly.
It's a pity that even if he knew about it, he couldn't be angry. She was wrong in everything, it was all his forcing her.
Crouching down and staring at her sleeping face, she had always been cold and expressionless, almost as good as when she was asleep, but her long eyelashes covered her cold eyes, making her look much sleepier.
Because he was too sleepy, he slept deeply. His cheek was pressed on the pillow, showing a bit of innocence and cuteness. It was so cute that he felt it in his heart.
He never thought that he would be so obsessed with a girl, and he never thought that he would put his pride so low for a girl, but what can he do? He just can't help but like her.
Whether it was motivated by sex or destiny, he really didn't want to let go.
His eyes traced her eyebrows and nose inch by inch, and finally landed on her plump, pink lips.
Temptation and desire are stretched to the extreme.
I've never been a gentleman, but... I don't want to blaspheme her. What's the point of stealing her fragrance while she's sleeping? His liking is not to satisfy his own desires, but to really want to be in love with her.
When she was awake, she was in love with each other, and her eyes were full of shy affection...
Even though he knew these were just fantasies, he fell deeper and deeper into them as if possessed.
He left the carriage and called Yinzhuang and Yelan to guard him. Just as they were about to pass, Song Chen suddenly stopped Yinzhuang and asked, "Wanwan, did you give you a folding fan to keep?"
Yinzhuang knew about the folding fan. Suyang bought it last night, but she didn't see it afterward. She shook her head and said, "The lady didn't give it to the slave. She should have kept it herself."
Song Chen pursed his lips, and the unhappiness in his heart doubled.
If you can't get it, even if you can't even take a sneak peek, why should you be so guarded against him?
What is the painting on the folding fan, and who does she want to give it to? Qin Yan?
If I had known this, I should have bought two at that time. How could the eldest brother and the second brother favor one over the other?
Qin Yan:... He is so shameless that he doesn’t even want to talk about him anymore.