The coolness of the rain cooled down the hot face and gave a trace of clarity to the embarrassed boy.
Only then did Yang Chaoxi understand that the reason why he did not hesitate to take action just now was because he saw Guan Lin'er in a trance about to be killed by the sword. As for why Tan Qing was so weak, he fell down and fell into his arms with just a tug.
He also felt a little strange, but couldn't figure it out.
Then he thought that he had mistook Tan Qing for Guan Lin'er, and for a moment he felt sad and ashamed: If he had not misjudged him, would he have allowed Tan Qing to be injured by the sword?
Tan Qingqiao's face was slightly red, and she twisted a lock of hair around her temples with her fingers, twisting and twisting her hair, as if she was trying to calm down her uneasiness. Just now, she fell down on purpose, but at that flash of lightning, she wanted to try to rush Brother Lingzi.
, would she care about herself? The answer naturally made her very happy! But apart from the joy, she was also a little shy...
A little man with rosy cheeks seemed to jump up in his heart, praying with his hands clasped to Taoist Sanqing: This little trick must not be spotted by Senior Brother Chong Lingzi!
Tong Chunxi held the umbrella cover, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle. He glanced at the two people who looked very unnatural from the corner of his eyes and ignored them. Instead, he continued to look at Gongsun Xuantong and Li Changyuan, chatting and laughing while walking out of the martial arts arena hand in hand.
.She also followed up calmly with slow steps.
Yang Zhaoxi was still stunned in the rain, feeling tangled up in what she had just done. Suddenly, an oil-paper umbrella was thrust into her hand, but it was Huang Shuo who looked at him meaningfully, and then rushed into the rain without saying a word...
Yang Zhaoxi held up the umbrella cover, and suddenly felt that the area within a few feet of her body was much clearer. A foot away, the petite and exquisite figure was still there! Her eyes were cut like water, her lips were plump, and she had an elegant air like pear blossoms blooming in the snow, and she was smiling.
Looking at him eagerly.
The stagnation in Yang Chaoxi's heart seemed to have dissipated a lot. He walked over naturally and placed the umbrella cover on Tan Qing's head. There was confusion in his eyes, but also pity, like reproach, but also tolerance.
At this time, the rain had already soaked most of Tan Qing's shirt and skirt, which clung tightly to her body, revealing her curves, which were beautiful but not exaggerated. The chill penetrated into her skin and made her shiver, and then she laughed like a self-mockery.
, as bright as flowers.
"Junior sister Qin, please go back to your room quickly! Don't catch a cold." Yang Zhaoxi urged with a smile.
"Hmm! Please tell Senior Brother Lingzi to give me a piece of... sneeze!" Tan Qing was interrupted by a sneeze before he could finish his words. His head was a little dizzy, and his feet were a little lighter. Suddenly he felt that he had a few points.
Drunk.
"Look at Senior Brother's mouth... bah! What's good doesn't work, but what doesn't work is bad." Yang Zhaoxi blamed herself, while holding her thin shoulders, she quickened her pace.
After a few breaths, for the first time in his life, Yang Chaoxi came to the room where the Kun Taoists of Linji Temple slept.
The sisters in Guanzhong gathered in twos and threes under the verandah to enjoy the rain. Some even took out the chessboard and chatted happily. Seeing Yang Chaoxi and Tan Qing looking like they were drowning, they all covered their mouths and smiled.
Tan Qing had a sore throat and stuffy nose. He vaguely heard the laughter of the sisters. He was so embarrassed and anxious that he could not stand steadily and was about to fall down.
Yang Zhaoxi hurriedly grabbed him: "Junior sister Qin! Your cold syndrome has become more severe. I'll go to Aunt Chunxi to ask for some medicine..."
"Chong, senior brother Chong Lingzi, can you help me in..." Tan Qing's voice was as thin as a mosquito's fly, and she didn't know whether it was because she was weak or shy.
Zhiyo——!
Yang Chaoxi held Tan Qing under his arm and pushed open the door with fine carvings. The furnishings in the room were elegant and well-organized. The outer hall was not big, with a large table used for reading scriptures and calligraphy on weekdays, plus five or six crescent stools, taking up most of it.
space.
Yang Zhaoxi followed Tan Qing's frivolous footsteps and walked around the large screen. He saw two small wooden couches placed side by side on the east side. The curtain of one wooden couch hung down, covering the furnishings inside;
The curtains on the couch were high and the silk and brocade quilts were stacked squarely on the couch. It was obviously the place where Tan Qing often slept.
Qin Qing turned his head to the wooden couch covered by the curtain and said quietly: "That is the wooden couch where Senior Sister Luo Rou slept. Ever since Senior Sister Tang Juan got married, she has been living alone... cough, cough
! I slept in this room with Senior Sister Cui Wan. Now she has returned to Cui Mansion and has not been back for a long time, so now I am the only one living in this room...cough, cough!"
Yang Zhaoxi helped her sit down on a high chair in front of the couch, and then said: "If you are feeling ill, it is better to change out of your soaked clothes earlier and take a nap. If you want to reminisce about the past, wait until you are well again."
Senior brother will come to accompany you again..."
"But, Senior Brother Chong Lingzi, I, I don't have any strength... Can you help me get a replacement shirt and skirt? It's in the camphor wood wardrobe over there..." Tan Qing leaned weakly on the high
On the chair, her cheeks were already flushed.
Yang Chaoxi suddenly felt his blood rising: Can a woman's wardrobe be opened? But if she doesn't help Junior Sister Tan, it would be extremely bad if her cold syndrome worsens... That's all! Help people to the end, and give them to Buddha.
When I got to the west, I became a libertine, found a shirt and skirt for her, and then left.
Yang Zhaoxi turned around, as if mustering up great courage, and moved stiffly to the wardrobe. Opening the wooden door of the camphor wardrobe, a refreshing aroma surged out, filling the room with fragrance instantly.
What comes into view are piles of neatly folded blouses, long skirts, midi skirts and other clothing, yellow and green, purple and white, floating gold and silver. Colorful silk fabrics, damask and plain silk, gathered together in one place, making it look stunning.
It is pleasing to the eyes and lingers on forever.
Suddenly he saw a small piece of satin decorated with thin ribbons, embroidered with a branch of fresh green rose with dense stitching... Yang Chaoxi's forehead seemed to have been hit hard by a wooden hammer, and his mouth suddenly became dry, his eyes were dizzy, and a wave of
Hot water gushes out from the nostrils, and the bright red liquid flows down the philtrum.
"Senior Brother Chong Lingzi... have you found it? That purple jacket and yellow skirt is what I often wear. In addition... there is also the square silk embroidered with roses..." Tan Qing said this, then
I was too embarrassed to say anything anymore. I think senior brother Chong Lingzi must have understood.
Yang Zhaoxi hurriedly wiped away the nosebleed and picked up the neatly stacked set of skirts and shirts with one hand. As expected, the upper part was purple and the lower part was yellow. In the middle, there were robes and lower skirts embroidered with various patterns. In the other hand, she picked up a silk satin embroidered with roses.
, slowly placed it on the purple skirt, carefully brought it to the couch, and placed it beside Tan Qing.
"Junior sister Qin, if there is nothing else, senior brother will go back first. Staying here will always cause a lot of inconvenience..." Yang Chaoxi held Han in the palm of her hand and pretended to be calm and smiled.
"Senior brother, please wait outside for a moment while I, let me change my shirt and skirt! Very soon! Don't leave in a hurry... okay?" Tan Qing's voice trembled slightly, with hoarseness and exhaustion, but also seemed to be full of reluctance.
and begging.
Yang Chaoxi's heart softened, and she couldn't help but nodded and said: "Senior brother, don't leave! Please quickly change out of your soaked shirt and skirt, and I will go to the outer hall to escape."
After saying that, Yang Zhaoxi walked out of the screen and sat down on a crescent stool. He looked at the simple furnishings in the living room anxiously. Tan Qing's labored breathing and the inaudible "rustling" could be heard from the screen.
, the sound of putting on and taking off clothes.
"Senior brother, you, you can come in." After a long time, a weak and soft voice sounded from the screen.
Yang Zhaoxi slowly walked into the screen again. On the ground in front of the wooden couch, there were piles of wet and messy clothes. Tan Qing was lying on the wooden couch, wrapped in silk brocade quilt, only revealing a head with delicate features and hair.
The bun has long been untied, and the black hair that has not been completely dried is pouring down and hanging on the side of the face, revealing a bit of yandere charm.
Tan Qing stared at him with clear eyes, a smile dizzy from the corner of her eyes: "Thank you! Senior Brother Chong Lingzi. You are sitting here, and I think of when I was younger, you told me about the spirits in the mountains...it scared me to death.
Every time I listen to it, I can’t sleep at night. But when I see you the next day, I want to hear new ghost stories... But unexpectedly, we have grown up after not seeing each other for several years. Brother, by chance, today,
Tell Qing'er one more thing..."
A smile appeared on Yang Chaoxi's lips. Time seemed to go back to the autumn five years ago: after he taught Tan Qing the swordsmanship, the little girl pestered her and refused to leave. So he had to tell a ghost story, which scared the little girl and screamed and hugged her.
The girl would run away with her head, and the crying could last for a long time before dissipating... Then the next day, the little girl came to him to learn swordsmanship as if nothing had happened, and confidently said that he was making it up, until she was scared away by another ghost story...
"... There was a Mr. Xie in Wuyuan County, Huizhou, who lived near mountains and rivers. One day, he got up early and heard the chirping of birds in the trees, which was clear and sweet. When he followed the sound, he saw a half-foot-long man sitting on a branch of a tree.
The little girl has no hair to cover her body, and her brows are full of sorrow. The half-foot-tall girl is not timid when seeing people, she talks in her mouth, and makes a lot of noise, but she can't hear clearly.
Xie Gong took the girl home, broke bamboos to build a hut, and fed it with corn. A few days later, he accidentally left the small bamboo hut under the scorching sun. The girl, who was half a foot tall, was sunburned and withered, and died. Luofu Zhenren happened to be traveling here.
At the place, I saw Mr. Xie crying in shock, and asked him why. Mr. Xie told the truth, and Master Luofu laughed loudly: "This is the soul of a flower, caused by the resentment of a woman who hanged herself. If you pour water on it, you can come back to life. Don't."
So sad!'
When Mr. Xie heard what he said, he acted as expected, and the half-foot-long girl came back to life. His sadness suddenly turned into joy. When the neighbors heard about this, they all came to join in the fun. Although Mr. Xie was reluctant to leave her, in order to prevent her from being harmed by the bad guys, he gave her the half-foot-long girl again.
The girl put it back on the tree..."
Yang Zhaoxi told the story of "Hua Po" vividly and looked at Tan Qing with a smile:
On those impeccable facial features, the smile gradually faded, and sleepiness slowly crept up. His eyelids were as heavy as lead, and they quickly closed together, and his breathing became thin and long, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Yang Chaoxi leaned down, held the edge of the brocade quilt, covered her gently, and tucked the corners of the quilt. Only then was she relieved and let out a sigh of relief.
Tan Qing's peaceful face overlapped with Guan Lin'er again, turning into deep regret and thick bitterness in Yang Chaoxi's heart. It was this regret and bitterness that always reminded her:
Junior Sister Qin is Junior Sister Qin. If she really treats her as another Lin'er girl to make up for the regrets in her heart, how different will she be from those cold-hearted libertines...