After leaving the Demon Palace, Pei Zhenliu took her for a while.

When following Pei Zhenliu, Ming Zheng's eyes showed a rare color. She didn't expect that there was a place like a market near the Demon Palace, although it was lively, but it was more high-end, the façade was very elegantly decorated, and the environment was quiet. The people who came and went hurriedly looked at each other, and did not look at who was who, and did not greet each other.

Ming Zheng was dazzled by the dazzling array of goods, and at first he didn't notice anything, thinking that he was just here to let her see the world, so Ming Zheng's eyes were full of stars, and he couldn't wait to jump three times even when he walked.

Pei Zhuliu didn't understand Ming Zheng's mind at all, and he didn't walk much, his steps were only fixed, and he glanced at her casually, and then took her into a shop full of books.

Ming Zheng looked at the thick stack of paper, remembered the fear of being dominated by these ink, and faintly wanted to open his hand and escape, this so much pen and ink, she wanted to write to what year Ma Yue, could not become Pei Zhuliu has the mind of cultivating what piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I reflexively remembered Wang Xizhi's young ink.

Ming Zheng smiled in his eyes, met his gaze, Ming Zheng's eyes unconsciously with a little dodge, Daddy, you still have a good idea, although she is a little studious, she is a mediocre talent, no matter how much she cultivates, she is not enterprising, give up her.

After walking around those pen and ink words for a while, Pei Zhenliu raised his eyes and saw that Ming Zheng's face was pale, like those little white flowers blown by the autumn wind, and he almost slapped his face with unspeakable suffering, so Pei Zhenliu asked with a clear conscience. "Tired?"

Ming Zheng heard his question, came to his senses, nodded non-stop, and took his warm and generous hand to coquettishly. "Daddy, let's go back quickly. ”

"That's all. So Pei Zhen neatly packed up his things and put them aside.

Ming Zheng watched him hold the stationery half a person tall with him, and then talked to the shopkeeper for a few words, to the effect that it would be sent to the Demon Palace. As soon as the shopkeeper heard that it was the Demon Palace, his attitude was even more respectful.

Ming Zheng was even more puzzled when he heard this, seeing them looking at the unfamiliar gaze on Pei Zhenliu's face, Ming Zheng confirmed it again and again, and suddenly found that everyone didn't recognize Pei Zhenliu, how could anyone in the famous young master of the Demon Palace not recognize him......

So as soon as he left the store, Ming Zheng looked at everyone who was still looking at Pei Zhenliu's unfamiliar eyes, his face was a little strange, he endured it and endured it, he really couldn't help pulling Pei Zhenliu's sleeve, and asked cautiously. "Daddy, why don't they recognize you?"

Pei Zhenliu's face was indifferent, "I used a trick on them." ”

Ming Zheng is now chewing his words carefully, to them, that is, only he can see his true face. Thinking like this, Ming Zheng was ready to move in his heart, and he wanted to learn such a technique very much, so he looked at Pei Zhenliu with admiration.

The corners of Pei Zhenliu's mouth twitched, and he didn't pay attention to the kite.

Mingzheng's attention was finally dispersed in that dish of pen and ink, but Pei Zhenliu looked back at the shop full of ink fragrance leisurely, as if he was already thinking about how to rub Mingzheng in his heart.

Seeing that September is about to pass, it will be October soon, and there will be a ceremony in October, and he doesn't want Ming Zheng to read all the literature, but he doesn't want others to know that his adopted daughter is illiterate.

It's just that "........." was smart when he was young, and he recognized the words very early, and he forgot how much effort he spent, but seeing that Ming Zheng was so old, he still knew half of the simplest words, and it seemed that he could only make up for it diligently.

Fortunately, Mingzheng didn't know Pei Zhenliu's thoughts, otherwise she would have been angry for three days and three nights. She has been wearing it for more than half a month, and she has been exposed to the words of the strange world, and it is very difficult to even recognize words.

On the way back, the rainstorm came as scheduled.

The eye-catching waiter stepped forward and gently played the oil-paper umbrella, Pei Zhenliu did not like to be in close contact with people, frowned slightly, turned his head and hugged the Ming Zheng with his small arms and legs, and then Ming Zheng had to hold the umbrella.

Ming Zheng looked unwilling, and hugged his hands aggrievedly.

Pei Zhenliu had no expression on his face, "Don't want to do any work?"

Ming Zheng was so frightened that his heart trembled,

Pei Zhenliu walked very steadily, not in a hurry, the road was tortuous, and he walked without squinting with her eyes in his arms.

The rain was heavy and rapid, and soon, it came as violently as if it had been planned for a long time.

The leaves and branches of the trees on the side of the road were crushed by the wind, the clouds on the horizon were stirring violently, and wisps of green smoke rose from the mountains in the distance. Heaven and earth are the same color, as if they are brewing forever, waiting for something terrible to come......

Ming Zheng raised the umbrella above his head with some sad hands, and when the wind blew, his two hands swayed. When Ming Zheng went out, he looked at the sky that was divided into two colors, but he didn't expect the rain to be so ferocious, so he thought about turning his head and looking at his expressionless jade face, but he thought out of place in his heart, if he came back by the sedan chair, would the sedan chair be blown away by the wind, just thinking about it, it made her laugh.

"What are you laughing at. Pei Zhenliu stared down at Ming Zheng, his eyes fell on Ming Zheng's little arm swaying from side to side, and his expression was a little inexplicable. This daughter of his, who doesn't seem to be very smart, has something in her head that is indeed an unusual person.

Ming Zheng replied with kindness. "Daddy knows it's going to rain today?"

Pei Zhenliu heard this and laughed lowly. "What's the matter?"

The raindrops drifted in and rolled into the tongue of the kite, leaving a faint salty taste.

Ming Zheng raised his head, felt the vibration of his chest, and watched Pei Zhenliu's eyelashes fan up and down a few times, for some reason, his heart was also like being bitten by a feather.

What's the matter, Ming Zheng thought, in Pei Zhenliu's eyes, these were not within the scope of his consideration, he only knew what he was going to do, so he did it, as if he recognized his own existence.

To Pei Zhenliu to explain that the Zheng is just an inconsequential little thing, raise it, raise it, how can you really care about what you are.

Ming Zheng thought like this, he was both happy and lost, and put his head on his jawbone, and at this moment, Ming Zheng lost his mind.

An oil-paper umbrella surrounded the space between the two, the space was not large, and the raindrops still fell down the tip of the umbrella, smashed on Pei Zhenliu's shoulder, and filled it along the clothes.

"What do you want?" Pei Zhenliu watched Ming Zheng suddenly fall all over his side, and there was a trembling smile at the end of his eyes.

I didn't dwell on this matter, and when I went back, I saw her appearance at this time, and most of her shoulders were wet.

There was wind falling on Ming Zheng's hair, she felt very itchy, and held the umbrella with both hands, so she rubbed her head, but she didn't expect that there was a breath of air rising in her nose, and she was caught off guard, Ming Zheng opened her mouth, endured and endured, and she was still under the gaze of his eyes, and she couldn't help but yawn heavily.

Then, Ming Zheng reflexively covered his nose with his hands, and another gust of wind blew in his face, directly blowing away the umbrella that was not very stable......

Feel the bare kite above your head: "........."

Pei Zhenliu: "........."

Pei Zhenliu glared for a moment, landed on the oil-paper umbrella that was blown away, lowered his head, tightened his arms silently, and hugged Ming Zheng tighter.

Ming Zheng looked at Pei Zhenliu, who blocked most of the wind and rain outside, watched the rain wet his black hair and hit his face, and looked at the clothes that had been wet for some time.

Ming Zheng was stunned for a long time, opened his mouth wide, did not react, looked at the umbrella that was blown away pitifully, floating, floating, Ming Zheng thought that this was also a world of cultivating immortals, there should be a little spiritual power fairy magic floating in the sky, and then don't want the rain to drop, but I didn't expect everyone to still worship this ancient way of sheltering the rain.

There is still a short way to go back, and Pei Zhenliu is still wet, Pei Zhenliu I took a look, thought about it, took off a piece of clothing and put it on Mingzheng's head, and strode straight to the Sanssouci Palace.

Ming Zheng's eyes were black, and when he saw the light again, he was already back in the house.

Mingzheng was carried to the stool, Pei Zhen's hair was wet, the end of his hair was also dyed with water, and his coat was still stained with water droplets, Mingzheng just sat down, and he came over expressionlessly, and the robe on Mingzheng's head was taken off.

After cleaning up a little, Pei Zhenliu went to the screen on the other side without any taboos, Xuyi, and Ah Shang hurriedly put on his clothes.

Pei Zhenliu looked left and right at the wrong color, and glanced at it coldly. "Nothing else. ”

Ah Shang saw that his face was a little uneasy, his eyes fell on the golden-gray clothes he was holding in his hand, his heart jumped, and he raised his eyes to look at the gloomy sky outside, and his heart secretly sighed, the young master has always been wearing cyan or gray-blue gray servant clothes, this is a special case......

So he withdrew his hand. Ah Shang realized this, and silently turned to get the other clothes.

When Ah Shang returned, he brought several sets of white clothes.

Ming Zheng didn't dare to ask for some reason, and lowered his head.

Pei Zhenliu had no expression on his face this time, turned around and walked behind the screen.

Ahsan put the hot water away, turned his head and smiled, muttering quietly. "The young master is still the same as when he was young, and when he changes the weather, he always has to change the color of his clothes. ”

Ming Zheng thought of many reasons, what a young change, Les Miserables, heard such a reason for a moment, and even faintly felt a little ridiculous, but after thinking about it, he felt reasonable.

Pei Zhenliu is really a maverick. Ming Zheng then became curious, what kind of weather is it, and what kind of clothes are you wearing?

Ming Zheng remembered that when he first saw Pei Zhenliu, it was a black coat of not pure color that was idly covered outside, and the wind blew up, and he could see the grimace lines outlined by gold wire, and there seemed to be some red edges on the edge of the middle coat, revealing pure black streamer dark lines. So for Pei Zhenliu, what kind of day is that ceremony of recognizing relatives?

It seems that he is rarely seen in black.

I remember that when she was seriously ill, Pei Zhenliu often came to visit her in front of her tower, Ming Zheng grabbed his head and thought about it, at that time he seemed to be wearing a blue-gray coat, or a scroll of scriptures, five fingers pressed on the head, a simple hairpin, combed his hair neatly, look closely, there is a strong smell of books, and his body is also full of fireworks, which unconsciously makes people relax their vigilance.

And the last time I saw it, I remember that the weather was blue and cloudless, which was a rare weather. The demon lord came to visit Ming Zheng in the Sanssouci Palace, and Pei Zhenliu came to hear the wind. Wearing a sky blue shirt, with white crane patterns on the cuffs, the shape of the gestures is like flowing water, and it has its own elegant atmosphere, like a turbid and extraordinary son. But Ming Zheng remembered that the slightly raised eyebrows and eyes with a little evil, and the hair that stood up on the back with a black hair rope, originally felt that it didn't match, but it was extraordinarily harmonious on his body.

Ming Zheng thought about it for a long time, thinking that he had found some doorway, but he remembered that one day was also sunny, but he was wearing gray clothes.

Ming Zheng thought about it in the end, but he still didn't understand, why the weather was gloomy and he had to wear white clothes.

couldn't help but turn around and talk to Ah Shang.

Ah Shang smiled without any worries, "When the young master goes to the Buddha country, he always wears green clothes and plain clothes, so he is usually dressed like this when he ignores it. ”

Ming Zheng thought about it for a long time, and when he heard Ah Shang mention this, he was suddenly relieved Tsing Yi, so he asked again and again. "In such a stormy weather, why is it white?"

"When the young master was ready to go to bed, or to rest, he loved the clean white clothes. Ah Shang smiled.

Ah Shang was talking and there was a sound of water inside, Ming Zheng couldn't help but blush, and his thoughts instantly diverged, thinking about what the young master of this color looked like when he came out of the bath, and he sat outside and was not in order.

Ming Zheng couldn't sit still for a while, but Ah Shang and Ah Sang were used to it.

"Aren't you going in?" asked Ming Zheng.

Ah Shang rolled his eyes, looking at Ming Zheng's eyes like looking at some delicate lady, with undisguised disdain on his face.

Ahsan smiled and didn't explain.

Ming Zheng: "........."

Saying this, there was a bigger movement inside, Pei Zhenliu casually wrapped a shirt and opened the corner of the curtain.

Ming Zheng stood up reflexively, and when he raised his eyes slightly, he could see Pei Zhenliu's upright figure, and the water that had not been completely wiped off was left on Pei Zhenliu's skin, penetrating a little, and the mottled clothes revealed the mouth-watering abdominal muscles. There was a shallow puddle of water under the shadow, the high bridge of the nose, the corners of the lips with a slight smile, and even the slightly moving eyelashes were stained with light, and when I looked back at her, my eyes were indifferent, but it made my eyes blush and heartbeat.

Ming Zheng seemed to be pinched by someone in an instant, and his steps were fixed there, and his heart and soul flew to the boundless sky together, and when he looked back, Ming Zheng's whole eyes couldn't focus, but there was dark heat on his face.