The little guy hurriedly followed Yun Jian, desperately tiptoeing to give him an umbrella. Yun Jian pulled the handle of the umbrella aside disdainfully: "This kind of rain, what is the use of the umbrella?" ”

The little guy blinked pitifully, even if there was rain and rain, his face was still full of rain: "Then the eldest son go back and change out of wet clothes, take a hot bath, and change your body to dry!" Otherwise, Miss Wanliu will scold us for not serving us well. ”

Yun Jian scolded: "Isn't she not here? ”

"Uh......" The little guy was still confused, and Yun Jian had already dragged out of the waist door. When the little guy chased after him again, the rain lost his eyes and could no longer see him.

Cloud Sword had already arrived at the stable by himself. His horse was not splashing a drop of rain and was munching on dried beans. The shadow of the sword stood like an iron pestle, protecting the horse. But the horse was carefully hidden under the wide eaves,

"Shadow!" Yun Jian screamed.

The shadow of the sword led the horse out.

The wind carried the autumn mood, and the torrential rain was now poured on the horse's head and body without hindrance, splashing a layer of mist. The steed only glanced at the rain and mist, and looked disdainful, just like its owner. Jian Ying handed the bridle to Yun Jian, Yun Jian put his legs in the saddle, and rode away, and Jian Ying ran behind the horse, running on par with the horse, "snapping" a pair of big feet, splashing all the way.

Xie Mansion is in Mingshaofang in the south of Jincheng. This master and a servant, in one breath, ran to the west, Fengyin Fang, this is the place where monks and prostitutes, three religions and nine streams, all kinds of sects, gather and stay. The song here has always been stronger than Ming Shaofang, the wine has always been spicier than Ming Shaofang, the tears have always been stronger than Ming Shaofang, the laughter has always been louder than Ming Shaofang, and even the rain seems to be more crazy than Ming Shaofang.

Yun Jian beat the horse and ran into a door in the Wind Yin Workshop.

This door has a very chic shape. Like a butterfly, with two weird and pretty wings. The lion is carved in front of the door, but it is carved here two beauties, both of which are high updos and shawls, and of course the gauze is also carved out of stone, but it is rare to be as skillful as a stonemason, and it looks so light and soft that it is much softer than the real yarn. On a good day, this butterfly and these two fairies in gauze clothes reflect the bright sunshine, and it seems to be about to fly away.

Even if the rain is pouring like this and the wind is blowing like this now. They are also still in a flying posture. Even. The worse the weather, the more they have to fly, like many of the lives of the Wind Yinfang, raising their heads in the mud. Courage is braver than when the weather is fine.

Cloud Sword Horse Fighting Introduction. A stone road. It is so narrow that it is only for one horse to pass, and the two sides are densely planted with bamboo, and the bamboo tips stretch out to the road. Pointing to the horse's eyes, the horse had to slow down his pace, patiently and cautiously move forward, and after walking a few steps, the bamboo in front of him in the north-facing direction was all cut off, leaving only a long bare pole, and the horse neighed happily, and finally could run a few steps faster when he passed through the guò section.

At the end of the road, there is a small, arched bridge, made of white stone, as white as snow, and arched like a fat cat. The bay of water under the bridge, without lotus leaves, is open to the surface of the water, it is green, and it is so green and so bright with all the strength that Fengyinfang can have. That's the color of the underwater wattles.

There is a house on the other side of the bridge, and there are two little boys who have been serving Butterfly Xiaohua. The little boy ran out when he heard the sound of the horses' hooves, and was slightly startled, and then stood side by side at the head of the bridge with a grin, waiting for the reins. Four hands, like four snow-white flowers.

They wore identical white clothes, with cute furry collars, and each held an umbrella with a chubby little fox painted on it. They also look like little foxes, and when they laugh, they are even more like: "The eldest prince likes to run to have fun with the slaves in such weather!" "It's a complaint, but it's a coquettish complaint.

Yun Jian smiled and threw the rope to them.

The hut, with its eyes shining. Quietly waiting for him.

People have eyes, and the so-called bright eyes are good. Water also has eyes, and the so-called water is like eye waves. The hut also has eyes: a dark night, a dark hut, like a deserted blind man. But if the lamp is lit and the window is lit, the house will have a spirit, like a sparkle in a man's eyes.

The window is the eye of a house.

And in this room, the window is very small and small, thin, like a pair of tired eyes, as if they are not open, and the window lattice of the abduction pattern is embedded with irregularly sized glass, blue and blue, like the eyes of an exotic beauty, clear and intoxicating.

The door to the house was not closed.

To be exact, there is no door at all.

There were only a few bunches of bamboo leaves, green and green, which seemed to be those that had just been cut down on the west-facing road, woven into a curtain, and hung in the area where it was supposed to be the "door". The heavy rain, by the strength of the wind, did not stop this little from being obstructed, and rushed into the house - into the water.

Who said that in the "house", it must be the ground?

In this house, inside the wall, inside the door, there is still water, clearer and more colorful than the bay outside, and there are a few glass lotus lanterns floating on the water, rippling slightly, so bright that they almost die in this water.

In addition to the lights, there is one thing on the water: the bridge.

The bridge was very narrow and narrow, very thin and thin, flat against the water waves, as if it was about to drown in the water if it stumbled, but it was too showy to die, because it was more absolutely beautiful than the glass lamp, and it was a blood-like red stone, built one by one. As soon as the lights were reflected, it had a sad look like crying blood, and the bridge body was like a dying and powerless skirt of a beauty.

This skirt leads to a "palace lamp" in the middle of the water.

The brightest light in the house is from the palace lamp.

It has eight sides, ice cracks, sub-character patterns, turtle back patterns, 10,000-character patterns, step by step brocade, each side of the check pattern is exquisitely clear, hold out the grid heart pattern, eight immortals across the sea, unicorn stepping on the clouds, Tianma chasing the wind, four friends of the cold, each is vivid. It's a pity that the queen is covered with hibiscus tissue paper, and the shadows are so full that people can't see the situation in the lamp clearly.

Yun Jian is stepping on the delicate curved bridge, and when he enters the light gate, there is only one dirty clothes left.

- By the way, this "lamp" has a door.

The lattice where the unicorn stepped on the clouds step by step, the unicorn stepped on the empty foot, and it turned out to be a line of doors left for the cloud sword.

When Yun Jian entered, he kicked all the shoes on his feet, and stepped on the carpet with a pair of bare feet.

In the "lamp" it turned out to be a small pavilion with a small fire. The whole pavilion floor is covered with a carpet, a crimson floor, the outside of the Portuguese gray flowers, the middle of the camel-colored vines, and the carpet heart weaving Ruyi Tianhuatu.

Yun Jian's wet feet stepped on the dry and soft fleece blanket, and it was so comfortable that he almost made a "hmm". At least the blanket worth a thousand gold was wet by him honestly and unceremoniously.

The people in the pavilion said lazily: "You can spoil things." ”

It's not so much a complaint as a yawn. Like a late spring day, the sun is so warm, the flowers are so fragrant, the pollen shakes off and stains the white lotus petals, and the tarpon under the flowers spits out a bubble, which is such a yawn.

He looked lazier than usual in front of people, leaning over the stove, as if he had been baked to the point that he had lost any strength. The sky was as blue and light as a gauze robe draped over him, reflecting the skin of his cheeks as white as virgin. His eyebrows are clear, his eyes are tired, and his eyelashes are long.

This is a butterfly smile.

The two little girls, only a little older than the little boy, combed their double buns, wore fragrant osmanthus flowers, flashed out with a smile, peeked at Xie Yunjian's handsome face, hung their eyes very shyly, and saw the lines under the profane clothes, they were even more shy, their eyes didn't know where to put them, they ate and laughed louder, they were ashamed of each other, you screwed me, twisted and twisted, and even had time to serve Yun Jian took off the last profane clothes, bent over with the clothes, and only the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and the aftersound of their laughter, Still echoing in the warm pavilion.

Yun Jian walked again, not towards the stove, but towards a basin by the hearth.

The basin is one person high and one person wide, made of porcelain, from heel to edge, the color gradually changes from white to azure, and the shape is like a basin for entertaining guests on the table.

The bottom of this pot is also like the bottom of some pots where large vegetables are placed, and a charcoal fire is placed to keep the dishes in the pot warm.

It's just that although this big pot is also full of soup, the soup is not shark fin and dried scallops, but Angelica angelica and Jiang Li, all of which are herbs for bathing.

The soup is not hot, at most a little hotter than the skin, just enough for people to lie down in and "oh hoo!" "A sound will never cause any substantial harm to people, but will only soak people red, like a satisfied prawn.

It's a good pot of bath water. The cloud sword sank into the water, and there was an "oh hoo". There's nothing more beautiful in the world than soaking in a hot fragrant soup after a heavy rain!

If you have to ask for something, you can add a nice to the cake.

"Butterfly," Yun Jian called, "give me a massage." ”

"I'm not a butterfly." A smile escaped from Butterfly's lips, "I'm just a joke." ”

Yun Jian glanced away and stared at him for a moment: "No, you are an excerpt. ”

He is like an excerpt, he doesn't want to care about the way he comes and doesn't want to care about the way he goes, all the beauty, sorrow, and even fatigue are only condensed in front of him for a short scene, and there is no tomorrow.

He was so moving that it was as if there was no tomorrow at all.

He smiled at Cloud Sword's gaze. Smiling so brightly, and so coy. He finally stood up, and his posture was also shy, like a weeping willow that had just pulled out new shoots and was already overwhelmed by the load of the grand spring, and with every step, his waist was soft and full.

The robe fell to the ground, revealing the clothes inside, which were golden crows and blue flowers everywhere, and no one wore them in reality, and it was a color that was difficult to suppress. And he didn't even think about pressing, just standing so casually, the autumn wind was going to get drunk for him.

He walked over to the cloud sword basin and rested his elbows on the basin. One of the little girls just now ran back again, holding a palindrome marigold of longevity in her hand, still laughing, as if her steps were unsteady, she put the marigold at the foot of the butterfly smile, bit her mouth to hold back the laughter, turned around and fled.

Butterfly Xiaohua stretched out her sharp index finger and pointed at the little girl's back: "You-" The little girl didn't listen, and he didn't have a temper, so he bent down and picked up the marigold and handed it to Yun Jian. (To be continued......)