It was already dawn, Shui Zhihan rushed back to the house with a body of wind and frost, and Shui Yun Pavilion did not return, so he went straight to Hunt Qi's yard. (Just go to the Pen Fun Pavilion)

Looking from afar, under the verdant cover of the bamboo forest, Hunt Qi cleaned up and neatly sat on the bamboo bed leisurely, dressed in white Saixue clothes gently swaying with the wind.

In front of the bamboo bed was a table with two bowls of lean porridge, presumably freshly served and steaming. The bowl of porridge in front of him didn't move, and the chopsticks were neatly set aside.

Hunting Qi sat here as if he was waiting for someone to dine together, waiting, leisurely looking at the book in his hand.

Shui Zhihan stopped, just one glance, he knew that Jia Qi was waiting for the county lord, this jade son can't get rid of the lustful problem, it seems that the hero is sad to pass the beauty pass, this son is not visible. Having trouble grasping what he was thinking?

At a critical time, take the lead and embrace the beauty. Maybe it was the trap he set up for him to drill in, and at the banquet, he was the first to propose to serve the bed, and he himself also answered the matter of arranging the bedtime.

In order to ease the tense relationship between him and the county lord, Yi Fa thought about him, ran to Mei'er and pretended to be careless, and asked Mei'er about the county lord's preferences.

After Yi Fa inquired about the county lord's preferences from Mei'er, he thought of a way for him, went to the flower garden to pick some roses, gave them to Xiaomei in the name of the son, waited for the county lord to take a bath, and told Xiaomei: The night is dark, and the son comes to sleep.

In these past, when he was on the road, he received a message from Yi Fa Flying Pigeon, and learned that he had put a lot of effort into the mansion and wanted to promote the good deeds of his son.

Urge him to return home as soon as possible, don't let the county lord wait for a long time, and make things mutate.

The pigeon stood on his shoulder, pecked his collar and waited for the master to reward, Shui Zhihan read the letter, he took the pigeon food from the hand of a housekeeper, spread it in the palm, the pigeon called happily, the pigeon food in the palm of the hand was eaten up, flapped its wings and soared into the air, circled three times above the head of the child, and flew away.

Shui Zhihan urged the convoy to speed up the pace of progress, walked for a long time, when the convoy reached a fork in the road close to the capital, Shui Zhihan saw the sky full of clouds from a distance, his heart sank and frowned, and glanced back at the convoy, more than a dozen vehicles marched mightily on this remote path, fortunately there was no one on the road, otherwise the speed of the convoy would be blocked.

In order to catch up with the trip, he specially selected a remote shortcut to walk, walked half the way, and saw that he was about to enter the capital, the sky was not beautiful, and the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky were accumulating more and more, and it was estimated that it would rain soon, and this trip would be delayed.

Shui Zhi's cold eyes narrowed slightly and observed the weather changes for a while, scanned the surrounding environment, and found that there was no inn around, only a ruined temple was halfway up the hillside, and he immediately gave a decisive order: "Everyone, listen, speed up, drive the convoy to the broken temple in front, immediately unload the grain, pile it in the broken temple, and protect the grain from being wet by the rain." When the rain stops, hit the road again. ”

"Okay, Childe, please rest assured, you won't make a mistake." The slightly older Fuding immediately said to the thirty or so Fuding: "It's about to rain, listen to the son's orders, and leave quickly." ”

A dozen or so vehicles immediately sped up and moved forward. After they arrived at the ruined temple and put the food on the cart.

Suddenly, the autumn rain came without warning, first a few drops of rain fell from a plump cumulonimbus cloud, and then the raindrops could not contain their excitement and scrambled to fall from the large undulating clouds.

After a while, these raindrops turned into a downpour, so that the people hiding in the broken temple were caught off guard, and the next people secretly admired the wisdom and wisdom of the child, if it wasn't for the foresight of the child, maybe they would be blocked on the road, and they couldn't go up, and they couldn't retreat, and when they went out of the house, the weather was sunny, and the rain gear was not enough, looking at a cart of food, they were in a dilemma, which was not easy to do?

Now, they are hiding in the ruined temple, and when they see the rain outside, they all look at Gongzi with respectful expressions. They stayed silently in the ruined temple, waiting for the rain to stop before going up.

But the rain seems to be unpassable with them, the autumn rain is continuous, the next one is endless, the surroundings are shrouded in misty smoke and rain, Shui Zhihan looked at a small road leading to the temple, the rain flowed to the low-lying places, forming puddles on the road, at the height near the temple, the water droplets rolled on the grass on the side of the road, adding a vitality to this quiet picture.

Shui Zhihan reopened the letter, revealing a slightly dry rose. This is when Yi Fa explained to him the arrangements in the house today, he deliberately put a rose in the letter to remind the son to return home as soon as possible.

These roses were carefully arranged for him, and I don't know if the county lord will wait for his return in the dormitory after soaking in the rose bath.

He pinched the dry rose, his cold eyes revealed an unknown color, and he turned his eyes to see the flowers and plants on the side of the road happily absorbing moisture in the rain, making them a little lively and lovely against the quiet and beautiful background.

I couldn't help but put the flowers in my hand into the rain, and in an instant, the stiff petals were sprinkled with crystal clear water droplets, and the dry petals immediately looked tender and tender, wafting the fragrance of roses. The faint fragrance of flowers accompanied by the fresh air is refreshing and refreshing, but this beautiful scenery does not arouse the interest of Shui Zhihan, and I don't know when the rain will stop.

Shui Zhihan stood depressedly on the temple gate of the broken temple, refusing to go in to rest, and the subordinates did not dare to disturb the son, so they went into the temple one by one to pack up the grain and put it in a clean place to prevent the grain from getting wet and damp. When the spring of the next year comes, these grains will be moldy, and if they waste good grain in vain, they will lose 10,000 taels of silver.

Therefore, these mansions are all well-trained, and they know what to do first and what to do later, even if they are instructed by the son.

When all the food was packed, he took off the baggage he had brought with him, spread it on the ground, took out the dry food prepared inside, and swallowed it under the rain outside.

The rain kept falling, weaving a transparent bead curtain outside the temple, and water droplets poured down from the eaves.

An older subordinate quietly discussed: "When I left the house, the weather was still good, how to say that it would fall, this rain came too suddenly, and the rain gear we brought was not enough, it seems that we may be able to rest in this broken temple for one night tonight." ”

Another younger subordinate also came over and echoed: "Big brother, according to your view, this rain will not stop for a while and a half." ”

"Yes."

"The sky is not beautiful! If you know that it will rain today, Gongzi will not choose to go out of the house today to send food, food is not as good as other things, the most afraid of rain, wet by the rain, the grain will be moldy and spoiled. The younger Fuding looked at these fresh grains, and the damp air in the ruined temple was filled with the fresh fragrance of rice, revealing a very cherished expression.

"Shhh

"Yes, today is a good thing for Childe, and this heavy rain will mistake Childe's good thing." ……！

The subordinates discussed quietly, and no one dared to speak loudly, but looked at their son-in-law with helplessness and sympathy.

"What if...... Grain is no better than other things, it is easy to rot when wet......."

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and Fu Ding's unintentional exclamation made Shui Zhi Han Mao stop. The cold eyes stared at the tall trees outside the temple, washed clean by the rain, the color was emerald green, and the flowers on the branches hung with crystal raindrops, crystal clear, and looked delicate and abnormal. His face grew colder, like a layer of frost.

Looking at the delicate flowers in the rain, my heart was heavy, and my heart was gradually lost in the rain.

Chapter 234 Missed the Opportunity (Ask for Collections, Tickets):/

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