Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The horse slowed down because he was concerned about the person on his back.

A good horse understands human nature. It feels that the breath of the passengers on its back is getting weaker and the reins are getting looser. The feet on the stirrups are stiff and dull, shaking slightly like two pieces of hard wood. Those who get on it will be thrown off the saddle by it, so they dare not move fast.

Four horses walked on a winding road halfway up the mountain. The horses' hoofs stepped on the snow and were covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

The cold snow replaced the steam in Yunmengze and became the master of the midwinter. At first, there were only wisps of snow drifting in the sky. As dusk approached, the sun weakened and the snow became bigger and bigger. Fill it up, bend the treetops, and dye the earth white.

Di Dongqing quickly noticed the strangeness of the people around her, reined in the reins, turned around and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Si Yutong also turned around and said, "Master Zhengqiu, are you tired? Let's stop and rest for a while."

Lu Zhengqiu looked around, and saw that the ridge was narrow, the slopes on both sides were covered with snow, and the branches of dead trees were intertwined like a net, and it was impossible to see the depth and height.He shook his head and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. There's nowhere to rest after looking around, so let's talk about it after crossing this road."

Si Yutong frowned, glanced into the distance, then turned around and said, "Then I'll go ahead to explore the road and find a place to rest, Dongqing, follow Master slowly and wait for me to turn back."

"Okay." Di Dongqing nodded in response.

Si Yutong pulled up the reins, drank a few times, and the horses galloped forward, one person and one horse heading into the snow curtain, their backs were quickly swallowed up by the flying catkins.

Di Dongqing reined in his horse and backed away until he reached Lu Zhengqiu's side, taking a closer look at the other party's situation.

This look frightened him, he saw that Lu Zhengqiu's eyes were blue, his complexion was ashen, his fingers holding the rein were tightly clenched, his knuckles were white, he could hardly hold the horse.The brown horse under the seat was also at a loss, staggering and shaking its head.

Di Dongqing gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "Master, I'm sorry."

The next moment he wrapped the rein tightly around his wrist a few times, exerted strength on the soles of his feet, stepped on his stirrup to stand up, and then lightly leaped onto his master's horse.

Lu Zhengqiu showed a look of surprise, with his lips parted, but Dongqing didn't give him a chance to refuse, and before he could make a sound, he was already sitting firmly on the back of the brown horse, with his chest against his shoulders, and his hands wrapped around his shoulders. Waist, took the rein in his hand.

"I'll control the horse, take it easy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his five fingers involuntarily, snatching the two reins from Lu Zhengqiu's hand.

It is not easy to control three horses at the same time. The horses sensed the sudden change, neighed and raised their hooves, and scattered in different directions. The narrow mountain road was not enough for them to use, and there was a danger of slipping down the hillside if they were not careful.Fortunately, Dongqing pulled the reins skillfully, making the three horses steady at the same time.The horses shook their heads, exhaled clouds of white air from their noses, struggled for a while, and finally resumed their even pace.

He heaved a sigh of relief, released one hand from the rein, gropingly squeezed Lu Zhengqiu's wrist, put his index finger under the thumb, and took a deep breath while feeling the pulse of Lu Zhengqiu.

"Your pulse condition is chaotic. It's not exhaustion. It's obviously an internal injury, cold poison attack."

Lu Zhengqiu didn't refute, just kept silent for a while, his pale Adam's apple fluttered in the wind, as if he wanted to speak, but the words were stuffed in his quivering throat, he refused to show his face for a long time.

Di Dongqing didn't intend to let him go, and then asked: "Your injury this time is because you blocked the hidden weapon for the people on the raft."

Lu Zhengqiu was slightly startled: "You know?"

"Of course I know," Di Dongqing's tone was filled with anger and impatience, "I know that you forced yourself to save others, and tried to hide it from me so that I wouldn't find out."

Lu Zhengqiu was speechless again, after a while, he chuckled lightly and said: "This is good, the apprentice has taught the master a lesson."

Dongqing was startled for a moment, but quickly retorted: "Whoever told you that Master did something wrong this time, no matter who it is, they should be punished for their mistakes."

Lu Zhengqiu said: "What you said is that Master did something wrong, which made you worry for no reason. It seems that this lesson does not allow me to be picky, so I have to eat it."

He spoke half-jokingly in a relaxed tone, but even his pretended calm words could hardly conceal his trembling lips and pale face.

His embarrassment and panic were already exposed in his eyes.

Neither of them spoke any more, and let the snow fall on their shoulders.

Luoxue is so quiet and unmoved, even though the snow is overwhelming, there is not a slight sound that penetrates into the ears.It is not like the rainstorm that always joins hands with thunder and lightning, rumbling and restless, making the world full of noise.It seems to have deliberately lowered its voice, hiding itself in a dark place, no matter whether it is lonely or sentimental, it does not allow others to know.

The people in the snow are not like this.

The snow clung to Lu Zhengqiu's hair, and gradually condensed into icicles, which fell slightly from his hair and got into his collar, which made him tighten his shoulders and sneezed.

Di Dongqing immediately asked: "Are you cold? I'll hurry up and find a place to hide in front."

Lu Dongqing shook her head lightly, and sighed: "Forget it, there's no shelter around here, no matter where you go, you can't avoid it."

But Di Dongqing argued: "Who says you can't avoid it." After speaking, he took off his outer shirt from his back, wrapped it around Master's body indiscriminately, and pulled up one corner as a cloak to cover his head, "Look, That’s how you escape.”

Lu Zhengqiu only felt his head sink, and the pinprick-like coolness was replaced by a burst of warmth. He said in a daze, "Dongqing, you will catch a cold..."

Holly interrupted him and said, "I'm fine, you see, my hands are much hotter than yours."

As if to prove his words, the young man wrapped the palm of his hand around the back of his hand.

That palm was indeed warm, making his cold and firm heart melt into a puddle of weakness.

Dongqing stuck to his ear and asked, "Master, no one knows your condition better than me, so why don't you believe me?"

"I..." He frowned, and wanted to speak several times, but the bitterness rolled up his throat and blocked his mouth.

Just like the winter without sunshine, the snow falls silently.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Zhengqiu heard a soft sigh, followed by a gentle murmur: "Master, it's fine if you don't want to talk. I'm not here to ask for knowledge. If you believe me, don't If you shirk again, let me take care of it."

As the young man said, he used his free arm to grab the shoulder of the man in his arms and leaned towards him.

That shoulder was tense at first, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally let go of his strength and leaned obediently on his body, the left side of the shoulder was close to his heart.

That lean was extremely slow and cautious, but it seemed that a thousand weights fell on his heart, completely smashing his remaining willpower.

If even touching someone you love is a sacrilegious sin, so be it.

Throughout the ages, thousands of gods can't compare to his unique master.

His free arms wrapped around the master's waist, and he tightened them tightly. His palms were pressed against the other's clothes, and his fingertips were deeply embedded, as if he wanted to knead the whole person into his own flesh and blood.

Once this hand is clenched, it is difficult to let go.

No matter who comes to snatch it, whether it is a demon cult or a god, he will never let it go.Regardless of the past, this person is now his master, his comrade, and this person's future belongs to him.

These thoughts came to his mind one after another, making his palms more and more hot.

He finally leaned over and got close to the other's cheek.