Baekjedang

At dusk and sunset, the business of the pharmacy is light.

Ying Zhichu stood in a corner, holding the wrapped wounded hand in his right hand, staring thoughtfully at the statue of the Medicine King placed in a conspicuous place.

"Two coins of angelica, one penny of tangerine peel, and two coins of Poria cocos......" The apprentice held the pole in one hand and chanted the prescription.

After finishing the matter, he wrapped the medicine paper neatly with his fingers, stacked three layers of rope, and handed it to the guest.

"Guest, your medicine!" also intimately returned the recipe brought by Ying Zhichu.

"Thank you." She paid the money and bowed slightly.

The junior apprentice stared at the background of her departure, and sighed lamentingly: It's miserable, she is weak and weak at a young age.

After leaving the pharmacy and walking most of the street, she felt that something was wrong, she frowned and turned around, and sure enough, she saw Sikong's domestic servant, who had been squatting at the door of the house for several days, and secretly followed again.

The servants wanted to hide, but when they saw through everything, they cheekily bumped into her.

"Sir, you buy medicine, most of the procurement of Jinjiacheng Chinese medicine shop is the responsibility of our company, otherwise you can say ......"

"No, no." Her face was calm, and she confided.

The servant didn't react for a while, but still smiled all over his face, "Sir, you can just go to the house and take it for nothing......"

"If you don't go to buy medicine, you won't go when you become a gentleman."

The servants looked at each other, and they couldn't continue the polite words that came to their mouths, and after touching the wall for a few days, they knew that this scholar looked weak, but he was actually very resolute.

So he took out a post and handed it over respectfully.

"On the ninth day of the first month of tomorrow, my young lady invites you to go to the Admiralty Temple to pray for blessings, and I hope that Mr. will go." After saluting, he retreated and left.

Ying Zhichu glanced at the small characters on the post, his eyes were slightly picked, and a sense of surprise swept through his heart.

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Admiralty Temple

The fog was clouded and the autumn rain was raining, and the whole day was a mess.

Ying Zhichu stood under the eaves of the hall with her body in her arms, and the slanting water silk was gently scraping on her cheeks, and a tide swept through her body.

The autumn rain dripped down the corners of the eaves, in an orderly manner, and her moon-white robe was faintly stained with water.

"What an idiot I am." She looked at the pedestrians at the entrance of the temple and muttered.

In the rain and fog, I vaguely saw a few oil-paper umbrellas leaving the back, where was Miss Sikong.

Have you been teased again?

From time to time, the sound of chanting and praying for blessings can be heard in the hall.

She let out a long breath, thinking that she had been here for a long time, but she was unwilling to leave.

If the heavenly lord is not beautiful, what kind of famous hall is the chanting of the little monk's collective main hall?

Is your incense too strong on weekdays?

She stomped her feet to ward off the cold, and looked patiently down the stairs, obviously the words on the post were so earnest, how could she give birth to a moth again?

When he was thinking about it, the rain in front of him was suddenly cut off, and a black shadow pressed against his forehead.

Ying Zhichu raised his eyes suspiciously, a handsome face came into view, and the young man stood in front of her, separated by layers of rain and mist.

The young man has a long body, a bright and scorching ice blue robe, he raised his chin slightly, squinted his eyes to see the drizzle outside the eaves, and the contour of his side face was like a knife cut.

Ying Zhichu saw the young man's face clearly, and her heart sank to the bottom of the lake, she didn't care about the rain and cold, and reached into her sleeve pocket with her right hand to explore the traces of the silver needle.

"The autumn rain is cold, don't catch a cold."

His voice was clearer and clearer, and after he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes to look at her.

Ying Zhichu withdrew his hand from the silver needle, muttered in a low voice, and then moved three inches to the left without moving.

The eaves were deserted, except for the two of them, there was not even a bird next to her, so the sound of her robe rubbing was particularly sensitive and clear.

The young man watched her movements, his lips were slightly curved, his eyes flashed inexplicably, and he moved three inches to the left.

With such humility twice, Ying Zhichu leaned against the corner, there was no way back, she frowned slightly, and the young man pressed as he wished.

The chanting sound in the hall was dull, and her whole heart rose and fell.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man's handsome face, her eyes were clear, "Childe, what's the matter with you?" ”

A look of surprise flashed between her eyebrows, as if she complained about her asking too much, "I think the little brother is weak...... I kindly sheltered you from the rain, how could it be abrupt? ”

"Nope." She instantly denied it, and looked embarrassed, "You and I are both men, if you are seen by others, it will be unseemly." ”

In an instant, the young man's eyes darkened, and he pressed down on her with one hand, and the two of them only talked and inhaled between their fingers.

Ying Zhichu held his breath, and his body was close to the cold back wall, like a straight bamboo strip.

The cool breeze struck, and 10,000 silver filaments splashed down the mouth of the sky, strung together into a water curtain, blurring the shadows of the two in the rain curtain.

"You and I are both men, what's the inconvenience?" He was covered in the fragrance of crape myrtle flowers, and the damp haze hit her ears, astringent and cold.

Ying Zhichu turned his face slightly, and said in a circle, "My son and I are both different men, so it's better to avoid it." ”

"Different men?" He chuckled, the tip of his tongue pressed under his teeth, "What's the difference?" ”

"I'm not as good as the dragon." Disgust flashed in Ying Zhichu's eyes, and he shouted crisply.

After shouting, he felt rude, and bit his lip with regret for a while.

"It's so heartfelt, I'm a little ...... Can't resist. He didn't care, and retreated, standing three feet away from her.

The action is alienated, as if nothing had happened.

The meticulous rain slid down the sky, and there was no intention of letting go of the sun.

Ying Zhichu stroked his heart, glared at his back, and then unwilling to hug himself tightly, he rushed down the steps into the rain and mist.

The young man watched her leave in embarrassment, and did not make a sound to stop her.

After a while, a monk walked out of the hall, clasped his hands and said to the young man: "Lord Qi, the abbot is waiting for you in the meditation room." ”

Qi Liangzheng retracted his gaze and hummed lightly.

Ying Zhichu walked down the steps towards the road, ignoring the shouts behind him.

Until the person behind him was helpless and shouted.

"Donor!"

She heard the word from afar, turned around in confusion, and a small monk hurriedly chased after her with an oil-paper umbrella.

Ying Zhixin's heart relaxed, covered his wet injured hands, and said in confusion: "Little Master, what's the matter?" ”

The little monk gasped, paused slightly, and stuffed the oil-paper umbrella wrapped in muslin into Ying Zhichu's arms.

"The autumn rain is cold, don't catch a cold."

As soon as this sentence came out, it was like a cold needle piercing the bone, and every inch was numb, and it was itchy to be slightly stunned, and the corners of his mouth were silent, and it was inconvenient to rush to the monk, so he only bowed his head and thanked him.

"Also, this ......" The little monk calmed down, took out the green jade medicine bottle that still had residual warmth from his arms, and explained carefully: "This ointment is no better to stop bleeding and remove scars, please put it away, son." Yan glanced at Ying Zhichu's left hand, his eyes showing compassion.

Ying Zhichu glanced at the transparent jade bottle, his eyes were slightly suspicious, and then he shook his head slightly, "I'll take the umbrella, and I'll just take it."

The little monk stayed where he was, silent for a while.

She saluted slightly, opened the oil-paper umbrella and headed down the mountain.

Red blood appeared on the soaked white cloth, and the wound on her hand ached, presumably accidentally touched under the eaves, she put the injured hand on her heart, and her right hand tightly grasped the handle of the umbrella until her fingers turned white.

Beads fell from under the oil-paper umbrella, some of which were crooked and twisted on her shoulders, and she didn't know it, looking absent-minded.

The little guy in Sikong Mansion rushed up the mountain in a panic, and bumped into Mr. who was wet halfway, the little guy wiped the cold sweat on his face, didn't care too much, and explained first, "Sir, my young lady can't come!" ”

"What's wrong with your young lady?" Ying Zhi's heart was empty, and a sense of uneasiness slipped through his heart.

"My young lady, alas, it is not appropriate to say here, sir quickly follow me into the car."