Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Seeing Song Ren's stupefied look, the shopkeeper stuck out the pipe stick out of the counter and poked him in the face with the pipe: "I said, Ren, the government is here to deal with those daring Lianjiazi. What are you afraid of? You don't have the ability to break the ban."

Song Ren was poked suddenly, and immediately turned his head to meet the sight of the shopkeeper, with a flustered expression, as if stealing a purse was stolen by a thief who appeared to grab it.

He is really not a person who can hide his emotions, all his worries are written on his face, which is obvious to others.If the officers and soldiers questioned his secrets face to face at this time, he might not be able to hide even a word.

The shopkeeper stared at him for a while, then shook his head and said, "You, you are not good at breaking the ban, but you are quite good at being confused."

His lips moved, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I just..."

"Don't tell me," the shopkeeper immediately stretched out his palm to stop him, "I didn't hear anything. Now that you've finished shopping, you can leave quickly."

Not everyone is willing to meddle in their own business, and not everyone cares about the safety of a few craftsmen.

Even in Wutong Town, the hometown where he grew up, Song Ren was isolated and helpless.

When he was stranded in the same place, suddenly at a loss, the team of officers and soldiers had reached the end of the alley.

Their footsteps are fast, and the soles of their feet are as light as if they have stepped on the wind. They are all masters of lightness kung fu, and they are the only group of people who can act recklessly under the ban on martial arts.

Lu Dongqing glanced at the end of the road, turned her head and urged: "Brother Ren, let's go quickly."

As soon as he turned his gaze, he realized how pale Song Ren's face was. This man's lips were trembling, his body was trembling, his shoulders were clearly broad and straight, but he was trembling like a helpless child.

This kind of situation made Lu Dongqing's heart ache, and it was a hundred times worse than his own suffering.

He forced himself to sink his breath, grabbed the other person's shoulders, leaned into his ear, and said in a low voice: "Don't panic, I will protect you if something happens."

After saying this short sentence, even his own heart became a little more stable, and his feet got a little more strength.

The two hurried down the hill, panting and raised their heads, just in time to see the leading policeman stop outside the porcelain kiln, raised one foot, and kicked open the courtyard door rudely.

This man is used to running rampant in Wutong Town, and he has no scruples in his actions. He strode into the yard and said loudly: "I heard that there are lunatics hurting people in the town. Have you seen it? Tell the truth, or you will suffer."

There was silence in the courtyard for a while, and a voice replied: "My lord, the lunatic you are looking for...he is here."

Song Ren had already climbed up the steps, followed the footsteps of the officers and soldiers to the outside of the courtyard, when he heard these words, he shook his body immediately, there was a buzzing sound in his head, and his eyes went black.

Could it be that Qi Gui was found?In this way, not only would the seven craftsmen in hiding lose their lives, but he might even become a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and sooner or later his body would be crushed to pieces.

He faintly recalled the raging fire that day, and the flames raging night after night in the nightmare had now climbed onto his face, tearing his skin and flesh, leaving burning pain to the bone.

"No..." Just as he was about to speak, his mouth was covered.

He turned his head and found that standing behind him was a craftsman, who was holding his other hand to his lips, shaking his index finger, hissing from his lips, desperately beckoning him to keep silent.

He calmed down a little, and expressed his doubts with wide-open eyes. Soon, the man came close to his ear and whispered: "Brother Ren, it's okay, look who is that—" He said to the middle of the crowd. refer to.

Song Renxun looked at the reputation, and then opened his mouth in surprise.

The "lunatic" in the middle of the crowd was not Qi Gui, but Lu Zhengqiu.

Lu Zhengqiu's appearance at this time is indeed worthy of the word lunatic. He untied his hair and draped it loosely on his shoulders.

The strangest thing was that he held a piece of porcelain tightly in his arms.

Song Ren's fear gradually calmed down, and a sense of warmth gradually rose from his numb fingertips.

He knew that the reason why he harbored Qi Gui had not been revealed yet, but he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Master Zhengqiu's gourd, so he subconsciously turned his head and looked at Lu Dongqing beside him.

Lu Dongqing also stared blankly at the master in the middle of the crowd, dumbfounded.

At this time, Lu Zhengqiu suddenly said: "My dear disciple, why did you come back, Master has been waiting for you for a long time!"

When he spoke, his eyelids were lowered, and the object of his eyes was obviously not Holly, but the porcelain in his arms.

It was a ceramic doll, as high as a forearm, with two braids on its round hair and a bright red apron on its chest. With its two hands raised in front of its chest, it held a fat golden and red doll. Carp, with a bright smile outlined by a pair of red lips.

This is a New Year's doll. During the holidays, wealthy families like to place it on the countertop as a sign of auspiciousness. The one in Lu Zhengqiu's hand is just brand new, and the glaze on the surface is still very bright.

A group of people huddled in the yard all cast their eyes on Lu Zhengqiu.

But Lu Zhengqiu only looked at the porcelain doll in his hand, as if there was no one else around.

"I don't listen to Master's words again, my feet are so dirty." He said, shaking out his sleeves, first dusting off the dirt from the porcelain doll's feet, and then wiped it on the porcelain surface meticulously.

He concentrated on polishing, and soon the glaze was shining brightly.

An intoxicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "That's right, it's clean like this."

It's fine if it's a child pretending to be a housewife, a middle-aged man with white hair doing such a thing in full view, the scene is really ridiculous.

Among the officers and soldiers, someone let out a low laugh.

Hearing the laughter of his subordinates, the policeman suddenly lost his face, and said sharply, "Is this man crazy?"

The craftsmen on the opposite side looked at each other, and someone said, "My lord, aren't you just looking for a lunatic?"

The catcher quickly touched his nose with his hand, and then asked, "What is his background?"

The craftsman replied: "A foreigner who came from the official road today said he wanted to buy porcelain, but he had no money in his pocket. I said I wouldn't sell it to him, so he cried, saying that the apprentice was cursed by a monster and turned into a pottery." The porcelain man, he wants to reunite with his apprentice, otherwise he will not leave."

After listening to the craftsmen's vivid descriptions, the laughter among the officers and soldiers added several sources.

The policeman took a step forward, grabbed the braid of the porcelain doll, pulled it from Lu Zhengqiu's hand, and asked as he pulled, "Madman, where did you come from, did you hurt someone today, tell me honestly?"

Lu Dongqing immediately slapped his hand off, hugged the porcelain doll tightly in her arms, and said sharply: "You are the madman. Don't touch my beloved disciple, or you will be my favorite."

"Pretty good? I'd like to see how it looks."

Before the policeman could finish his words, Lu Zhengqiu suddenly bent down and bit hard on his wrist which he didn't have time to retract.

"Hey, hey," the policeman was caught off guard by being bitten, and took a step back, "Are you a madman or a mad dog!"

This time, even the craftsmen who kept their heads down in the yard couldn't help laughing.

After the laughter, Qi Gui's wife took a step forward and cried out with an aggrieved expression: "My lord, it's this madman...he bit me in the tavern."

"Why did he bite you?" the policeman asked while rubbing his wrist.

"He said...that I stole his braised pork, which was originally prepared for his lover..."

"..."

"My lord, this lunatic is so pitiful. Would you like to send him to the hospital for treatment so that he won't bite people in the street again..."

The policeman had already had enough of this farce. Hearing the woman's begging, his face became more gloomy, and he said coldly, "I want you to deal with it yourself. I'm still busy with official business, so I can't take care of this nosy business."

After he finished these harsh words, he turned around and left, and finally kicked the ass of the subordinate who laughed the most: "Le Que, please move your ass!"

After the officers and soldiers retreated, the porcelain kiln finally returned to tranquility.

Before everyone came back to their senses, Lu Zhengqiu had already changed his expression, put the porcelain doll lightly on the ground, shook off the plaster on the sleeves, and rearranged the front of the clothes, his movements were smooth and clean.

After doing this, he raised his head, just in time to meet Lu Dongqing's sight.

His eyes suddenly narrowed into two crescents, and he said: "This is my lover, you are back."