"Young lady!"

Ying'er is holding a bamboo umbrella, anxiously in the main courtyard of Lanruo Temple, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, she doesn't know what to do, take a look, the person looking for is coming out of the threshold of the inner temple, Ying'er's eyes flashed, small steps walked over.

"You can make it easy for the slave to find it!"

The hem of Shen Zhihe's skirt was stained with the rain on the bluestone slab, and it was wet, and her two rows of soft eyelashes trembled slightly, and she raised her eyes:

"I found a place to shelter from the rain under the porch, and I was so anxious."

Ying'er was anxious, and when she saw that Shen Zhihe's dress was wet, she was even more afraid that she would be infected with the wind and cold, and she opened her mouth with a little rush:

"The slave can turn this Lanruo Temple over and over again, and I can't see you......"

She put the cloak in her arms that she carefully avoided and did not let the rain wet for Shen Zhihe.

Shen Zhihe glanced at her movements, hid all the emerald red warbler cries in her eyebrows, and with the coolness of the cold wind, he raised his hand and swept the rain on his shoulders:

"It's raining heavily, where did you get your cloak?"

"Slave maid ......" Ying'er took her eyes into her heart, stopped, and hesitated a little on her face, "Young lady, young master is here." ”

Shen Zhihe paused, his face did not change, and he tightened the knot of his cloak: "Where is it?" ”

"I'm looking for you, too." Ying'er looked at her complexion, and said thoughtfully, "The young master is not in a good mood. ”

Shen Zhihe was silent, took Ying'er's hand, Ying'er understood, helped her walk along the courtyard corridor to the main gate of Lanruo Temple, and covered the bamboo umbrella on Shen Zhihe's body.

The sky is dark, the dark clouds tightly cover the sky, there is a great tendency to surge, the raindrops are curtains, the rain is thunder, and the sound is suffocating.

Those people who came to Lanruo Temple to offer incense had already taken refuge from the rain and left, leaving only two or three young monks wearing robes and busy cleaning up the incense burner outside the temple.

Shen Zhihe stepped out of the main gate, and at a glance saw Meng Jinghuai, who was hurrying towards her.

"Crane."

Meng Jinghuai's eyes were gloomy, and he stepped in front of Shen Zhihe in a few steps in the rain, and the ring swayed with his steps, and the raindrops fell, shattering on the bluestone slab, splashing with a clear sound.

He swept his eyes, saw that Shen Zhihe's skirt was wet, frowned, stepped forward to probe her hand, and the cold wind poured into the wide sleeves, and it was cold to touch:

"Why is it so icy? Your handmaid says you're gone, but what happened? ”

The warm wrap made the chill on Shen Zhihe's body dissipate a little, and her white lotus-like wrist was pressed down by Meng Jinghuai, and her eyes were full of brilliance:

"It's nothing, it's just that I found shelter from the rain under the corridor where no one is around, I think Ying'er is too anxious to see me."

She lifted her eyelids to look at him, took Meng Jinghuai's dusty complexion in her eyes, and continued: "Why are you here?" ”

The sun was setting, and the heavy black color burned the last fog cloud in the sky that had time to escape, and the sky had been swallowed up by darkness.

Meng Jinghuai thought about it, held Shen Zhihe's hand and tightened quietly, with a strong meaning: "I'm afraid that it will be inconvenient for you to go down the mountain, and it's getting late, so let's go back to the carriage first." ”

Shen Zhihe's eyes were a little clearer, and his chin was bowed.

There was an urgent thunder rolling in the sky again, which shook the hearts of the people present and were all frightened, Meng Jinghuai waved his big palm and clasped Shen Zhihe's shoulder tightly, until he entered the carriage, Shen Zhihe did not have a trace of rain on his body.

Shen Zhihe's shoulders moved, and he left Meng Jinghuai's arms:

"What the hell is going on?"

The originally full arms were eroded by the air in an instant, Meng Jinghuai's fingertips moved, he didn't say anything, his hands formed into fists, and he coughed against his lips.

The carriage drove cautiously through the rain, and the pouring rain was too noisy to their ears.