Lianshan Midnight Green

In the post house room, Pei Se sat at the table, glanced at the food Fu Lang had laid out in a row as if presenting a treasure, looked away, closed the memorial in his hand and put it aside, and opened another one.

Fu Lang and Ding Jue lay at the door, staring at the crack of the door, watching that the pile of read memorials in Pei Se's hand was getting higher and higher, until the face was nowhere to be seen.Fu Lang's legs were numb from squatting, and he tapped Ding Jue with his elbow: "Change your position, you come and squat, and I will stand for a while."

Ding Juecai refused: "I don't want it, it's shameful for our martial arts practitioners to have numb legs! You can squat down, it's fine."

Fu Lang was furious, and punched Ding Jue's knee: "Why are you doing this, I won't bet with you anymore."

Ding Jue was happy: "Okay, then you lose! Anyway, the young master doesn't eat."

Fu Lang vowed: "Trust me once, she's not hungry yet, she'll eat right away." As he said that, he was about to stretch out his hand to pull Ding Jue to stand up, but Ding Jue dodged backwards, and she couldn't catch up. Losing his balance, he threw his head forward and slammed his head on the door with a "boom", and stares flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but let out an "ouch".

Ding Jue saw her fall into a slumped state, he was holding back a smile and enduring it hard, when he heard a "squeak", Pei Se, who was supposed to read the brochure inside, opened the door and asked, "Is there someone knocking on the door?"

Ding Jue burst out with a shocking laugh, pointing at Fu Lang: "Hahahahahahaha haha, she knocked with her head!"

Pei Se frowned and helped Fu Lang up, "You two, what are you doing?"

Fu Lang muttered, "It's all your fault."

Pei Se asked, "What?"

Fu Lang shook his head like a rattle: "No, I didn't say anything."

Fu Lang was willing to admit defeat, and brought Ding Jue's eagerness to find Pei Se.Chiyu was usually by Pei Se's side, but she was probably sent by Pei Se to do something today, and she was nowhere to be seen all day.She wandered around the room, but didn't find Pei Se, so she went out and searched again.The inn was taken over by Pei Se, and there were no other guests. It was quiet upstairs and downstairs, and the doors were closed.Fu Lang thought of something, thought about it, and walked around to the backyard, and he heard the slight sound of water.Chiyu was not there, this person was probably taking a bath by herself, she felt anxious, pushed open the door casually, and said while opening her mouth: "Your wound can't get wet, what are you washing at this time—"

She stopped before she finished speaking—Peither took off her outer robe, was wearing a thin jacket, and was bending over to wash her hair with the water in the tub with her sleeves rolled up.Her hair used to grow to her waist, it was black and dense, and she liked to be clean. Now that Chiyu is not here, even though her shoulder is inconvenient, she still has to fetch water to wash herself.The water temperature is probably a little hot, so that the eyes are wet.His left hand was inconvenient, so he just supported the wooden basin, and his right hand held a handful of long black hair. The posture looked uncomfortable.

For some reason, Fu Lang suddenly choked for breath, and then said again: "Can't you find me if Chiyu isn't here?"

Pei Se didn't answer for a long time.She only stayed in the palace for a few years since she was a child, and she spent most of her time in the military camp.At first she took care of herself.After having Chiyu, I gradually got used to someone taking care of the daily life, but no one except Chiyu ever intervened.So as soon as Fu Lang opened the door and came in, she was already a little inexplicably nervous, and when she heard Fu Lang speak again, her cheeks felt a little hot.Seeing Fu Lang approaching step by step, she couldn't move her left hand, her right hand was grabbing her hair, she couldn't retreat, so she could only say, "Miss Fu..."

Fu Lang had already taken a square towel to cover her shoulders, and while rolling up his sleeves, "Don't move, be careful to get your clothes wet." He took the hair from her hands and touched the water in the basin. It wasn't hot, but still a bit cold, so I added some hot water: "When I was in Anqilou...do you know Anqilou?" Seeing that Pei Se nodded, she continued: "Don't worry about our teaching □□Mother. Chunniang said that girls are most afraid of getting cold, and never let us wash our hair with cold water."

When Fu Lang told the story, her voice was originally clear and sweet, but it was even more touching in the empty room.Out of the corner of Pei Se's eyes, she caught a glimpse of her hand holding her long hair. The wrist was thin and narrow, connected to the white forearm, and further up was the thin elbow, tightly holding the light green sleeve .Spring's clothes are light and thin, with streamlined shoulders and neck lines faintly visible.

She has always known that Fu Lang was born beautiful - if she is not beautiful, she will not have the alluring title of "putting her arms into the forest" in the population of Chen Guo, but it is probably because when she first met Fu Lang She was so embarrassed that she threw her on the horse's back the second time she met her, and then vomited all over the floor.She always felt that although Fu Lang was skinny, he was always a little stupid, and he never leaned that name on her.At this moment, listening to her talk about the past of An Qilou, it felt a little strange.

"...I'm not from Chen country, do you know? I'm from Qi country. When I was a child, I was in Xuezong City with my parents, and then I came to Chen country. At that time, I was young, ignorant, very stubborn, and very pushy. Later, you also I know, I was given such a reputation. Originally, I could have escaped back, but after I became famous, I couldn’t. Fortunately, Chun Niang treated me very well, and Ah Zhong."

Together with the mist, Pei Se couldn't help holding her breath, listening to her talking about her friends in Anqi Building, Fu Lang's long eyebrows were in her eyes.Under those round eyes like cat pupils, there is a lake surface that has just melted from the ice.The mountains in the early spring are washed by the clear snow, and the winter ice is wiped away, and the spring spirit suddenly rises, but there is no such thing as the timid mood of the spring here, and the rampant rampage.It's not a demon, it's not a ghost, it's not a god, it shouldn't be trapped in piles of flowers and beautiful flowers, it should be poets and poets, and scholars should make fus, it should be handed over to Jiang He, and it is not worth mentioning that it should be accompanied by ten feet of soft red.

Pei Se was in a daze for a long while, and finally turned away from her.Fu Lang fished out the black hair that was permeated in the water, and dried it carefully. The water in the long hair was sucked dry, and he rubbed it slowly, making a soft sound.After she talked for a long time, Pei Se agreed at first, but later she didn't even say "um", probably because she was tired from bending over all the time, she couldn't help but asked with concern: "Are you tired? There is also a bathtub here, otherwise Still take a good bath..."

Pei Se suddenly said, "No need."

She has always been gentle and rarely speaks harshly like this. Fu Lang was taken aback for a moment: "What's the matter? The wound hurts?" Seeing Pei Se shaking his head, he felt relieved, "Then let's have a bath, since I'm here, the wound will be fine." Said She was about to help Pei Se take off her clothes, and at the same time opened the door and called to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, boil some more water!"

When Pei Se was touched by her slightly hot fingertips, she felt that the skin was burning immediately, burning all the way to her neck, ears and cheeks, and she suddenly took her hand away: "I really don't need it!" Pushing Fu Lang out of the door, he closed the door again with a bang.

Fu Lang was confused, scratched his head and stood at the door for a while, thinking: What's wrong with me serving you?It should be okay, just wash your hair.This person is really particular, and sometimes his temper is a bit big.She remembered that she hadn't said anything about what she had promised Ding Jue, and she was afraid that Ding Jue would come and see that there was no one around, so she ran away.After leaving the post house, I felt that the spring sun was warm and the weather was really good.She sat down at the tea stand by the street, and waved her hand vigorously: "Old man, I want tea!"

The new spring tea is pleasant and slightly sweet, and the wind is filled with the scent of grass and trees, she squints her eyes in comfort.There was a man sitting next to her, so she moved to the other side and found a place to come out.The man also ordered a pot of tea, poured it into a cup, didn't drink it, held it in his hand, held it up to the light, and said softly: "Miss Fu, Pei Semo will arrive in Pingyang in two days, and I need to ask you to help me." .”

Fu Lang seemed to be pouring cold water into his head. He felt cold and forced himself to calm down, "Who the hell are you? What do you mean?"

The man frowned: "Miss, did you forget? The reason why our son invited the girl to approach Pei Se is not for the girl to drink spring tea here."

Fu Lang didn't speak, and the man continued: "Our son is kind, please tell me to tell the girl. If the girl wants to live, don't sit in Pei Se's carriage when she enters the city. There are not many people who know Pei Se , that carriage is very recognizable."

Fu Lang's heart was cold, and his hands trembled slightly. Seeing that she had spilled more than half of a cup of tea, the teacher at the tea stall couldn't help but asked with concern: "Girl, is the tea bad?"

Fu Lang raised his head in a daze, forced a smile and said, "The tea is very good, but I am not good."

Looking back at the bench beside him, it was already empty, and there was no one figure there.

Inside the wooden door, Pei Se leaned against the door and put her hand on her neck, waiting for the scorching heat to subside a little bit.On the official road outside the wall, the people in the city who had been resting and staying in the city came back from the wild. Some young people chanted poems, and women in red clothes covered their mouths and smiled. The east wind blew these sounds into fragments and faintly penetrated into the wall.The bright sky outside the door came in, interspersed with one or two cheerful birdsong.

Pei Sela opened the door, looked up at the blue sky as far as the eye could see, and the pungent smell of young wicker filled his nostrils.Is it spring?she thought to herself.