"Okay." Lin Zhi's eyes finally relaxed and he raised his hand to rub her hair: "I will be back as soon as possible."
"Let's go too."
Lin Chu turned around with a smile, but Dan Qing did not leave: "I have prepared the carriage. Chu Chu, please take my carriage."
"No need." Lin Changxiao rushed over: "My Lin family can still afford a carriage."
He grabbed Lin Chu and dragged her into the accompanying carriage, far away from Danqing, like a savage beast.
Danqing silently watched Lin Chu and Lin Changxiao get into the carriage and horse respectively, with a meaningful smile in his eyes. His smile was like a warm spring day, but maybe because he was standing in the shadow, it made people feel a bit chilly for some reason.
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The third day of March in Western Chu is a festive day. Legend has it that this day is the birthday of the Queen Mother of the God of Heaven. People often celebrate this day with singing and dancing.
After experiencing a long and harsh winter in Shangjing, March 3 this year is particularly lively. In order to wish for double happiness, many teams choose this day to welcome their brides.
Lin Chu's carriage just turned a corner and ran into a wedding party. The other party's ceremony was quite grand, and there were several carriages behind the sedan, and they didn't know what they were pulling. The joy was so loud that they refused to give way.
"Please, please, I have something urgent." Lin Changxiao was very anxious, sitting on the horse and frowning at the matchmaker.
"The world is so big, how can a marriage be such a big deal?" The matchmaker said with a smile: "No matter how anxious the officials are, they should ask us to go there first, right?"
"Second brother." Lin Chu waved to him from the car window: "It's been so late, I don't care if it's a moment and a half longer. Let them go first."
Lin Chang let out a roar and retreated to the side of the road.
The two parties passed by each other without any conflict. Even from a very far distance, one could still hear the other party's loud drums and gongs, which was almost deafening.
Lin Chu didn't pay attention to this little incident, and rested his chin on the small table with one hand. He felt that the carriage was swaying, making people... sleepy.
She closed her eyes slightly.
I have been working on the construction site of the aqueduct for the past few days, almost without sleep. I finally took a breath and was dragged away by Lin Zhi to the prosperous world of mountains and seas. Now that I have relaxed, I feel tired.
We are still some distance away from Lin Laoer's house, so we should seize the time and take a nap.
Lin Chu closed his eyes and took a nap. When he opened them again, the world was already dark. The carriage stopped without knowing when, and there was silence everywhere.
Her heart trembled and she frowned deeply. Neither Old Mrs. Song of the Lin family nor Lao San Lin was a fuel-efficient lamp, so how could they... be silent?
This is definitely not Uncle Lin’s home!
She moved her fingers slightly, and the dagger attached to her wrist slipped quietly and was clasped in her palm. Without any warning, her other hand pressed against the car curtain and pulled it suddenly.
call.
In the sky and on the ground, there was a sudden flash of snow, and a woman with a body like a swallow came out through the window.
"Pfft."
The man chuckled softly.
Lin Chu was slightly stunned.
There was no ambush or killing. There was just a man sitting behind the table, holding a rough porcelain tea bowl and drinking tea slowly.
"Chu Chu, drink tea."
He raised his hand towards her, the smile on his lips as warm as the sun.
Lin Chu half-squinted his eyes.
At dusk, a small teahouse stood in front of me.
The teahouse was old and dilapidated, and only four bamboo poles were used to pick up a piece of cloth. The table was a rough square table with four corners, the pot was the ubiquitous big-bellied white pot, and the bowl was an inconspicuous coarse porcelain tea bowl.
The man behind the table is like a gentle immortal standing in the clouds, but he doesn't dislike this at all.
The man held the rough porcelain tea bowl with his slender fingers, but it felt like he was holding the most expensive thing in the world. His eyes were gentle, and he looked at Lin Chu with a gentle smile.