Zeng Yanqiao followed, and when she looked up slightly, she could see his white jade hair crown, tied with green silk, wet from head to tail, like Xuanyu, more beautiful than women.

His hands were so cold that the palms of his hands, which were not hot in the first place, were washed away by the heavy rain, and they were really like a cold stone.

Zeng Yanqiao looked down, he had a red rope in his hand and a plum blossom in his heart, the plum blossoms the size of green beans were woven vividly, the flowers bloomed red on a rainy night, silent, the phoenix butterfly was even more ingenious, looking at it from the front, the mandarin duck double heart lotus, should be a hundred years of good cooperation, side view, silver butterfly flapping wings, meaning to spread its wings and fly high, I don't know how ingenious the person who sent him this bracelet should be, and he really can afford the four words of Hui Lanxin.

Zeng Yanqiao was inexplicable, pretending to follow him as if nothing had happened, running through the storm, stepping on potholes and ponds, and with a body of embarrassment, the two came to a ruined temple, and she realized that he wanted to bring herself here.

It is said that it is a broken temple and it is not groundless, the temple is crooked, it is a dangerous building at a glance, and it can't take too much care at the moment, Song Chiyuan took people to the temple, and said: "Only this place can settle nearby, if not, go to the inn again." ”

Having said that, but his footsteps stopped under the eaves, Zeng Yanqiao followed his gaze, there was a green bamboo next to the temple, during which many bamboo poles were blown to the ground by the wind and rain, a gust of wind blew, swept the green bamboo leaves swaying and falling, she said: "Be careful! As soon as the words came out, he was already pulling someone in his hand to hide inside.

Song Chiyuan looked at her deeply, lowered his eyes, and raised his head, "Do you think we still need to hide from the way we look now?" ”

Zeng Yanqiao heard this, and walked to the corner with his body, "His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is right, blame me for doing this extra thing, then you continue to watch the trees and then shower, I won't bother." ”

“……”

His Royal Highness the Prince ignored it, Zeng Yanqiao was used to it, raised his feet and walked into the temple, the room was very small, the original position where the statue of the god was placed was already empty, the only remaining wooden table fell in the corner, and two table legs were broken, and looked at the door, good guy, even the door is gone.

She didn't have to think about it to know that this place must be full of dust, so she thought about it and went back to the outside of the temple.

At least the outside is clean and has a good view.

Song Chiyuan's eyes fell on the upright green bamboo leaves, the water droplets were in a string, falling with the wind, washing away the blood stains on the wooden steps little by little, and when she turned around, the girl's embroidered shoes stepped on the damp wooden board, stepping out of bloody footprints, but she didn't realize it.

While covering his face and yawning, he squatted in the corner holding his clothes, and the white robe fell to the ground, fainting blood flowers.

She squinted her eyes and looked sleepy: "Your Royal Highness, are you hungry?" ”

"Huh," he snorted, as if he hadn't heard it.

His Royal Highness the Prince still ignored it, he didn't want to pay attention to it in the first place, and he didn't want to pay attention to it now, so he just heard her say again: "Let's go to the inn to have a look, Song Guanglin is not a person who can endure hardships, he loves to play, loves to make trouble, and looks for freshness." If he was gone, there must have been something nearby that attracted him, so he never returned. ”

His voice was very soft, like a breeze, slowly: "What if something happens to him?" ”

Zeng Yanqiao said: "No, he is very good, and he is a little prince, no one dares to touch him." ”

She had never thought of this possibility.

The rain gradually subsided, the grass and trees in the forest were fragrant, Song Chiyuan stood under the eaves, looking overhead, the bright moon was faintly visible.

After a long time, he said, "Wait until the rain stops." ”

"......" no one responded.