man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 173 "Luo River" (2 in 1)

Tianjing four years, January sixteenth.

I wonder if Uncle Sun played with Aunt Moon last night.

It's been a while.

The mountains are covered by heavy snow, and the sky and the earth are all white.

Zheng Xiu, who was in a happy mood because he opened the door, told Xiaotao a joke about "red carp, green carp and donkey" when Xiaotao was dressing him in the morning, which made Xiaotao giggle.

"Young master, it's extremely cold today, don't freeze."

With a blushing face, Xiaotao took out a cotton-bottomed robe with a snow-white velvet collar from behind as if by magic, and put it on Zheng Xiu's body.

Zheng Xiu looked at the untidy seam at the seam, and then saw Xiao Tao's hand hidden in the sleeve on purpose.

He took out Xiaotao's little hand hidden in his sleeve, looked at the fine and dense needle holes on the pale and delicate fingers, and couldn't help but feel distressed: "You sewed it?"

"Hmm~"

Seeing that the young master recognized her handicraft at a glance, Xiaotao lowered her head and responded with a gnat-like voice, only she could taste the joy in her heart.

"If you are stupid, don't sew next time."

Zheng Xiu buckled the rope buckle and said something.

The smile on the face of the little girl behind her suddenly froze.

But Zheng Xiu paused when he went out, and added something.

"It's so warm."

Xiaotao laughed again.

14 years old 14 years old 14 years old.

Zheng Xiu kept reminding himself that the little girl was only 14 years old.

Huh?It's fifteen this year.

Sixteen next year.

Year after year.

How could he fail to see that the little girl had secretly developed feelings for him.

But Zheng Xiu himself didn't know if he could live to the next year.

He has work to do.

This is destined to be the fate of the bright moon shining in the ditch.

Zheng Xiu quickly put his distracting thoughts behind him and came to the dome with a bamboo basket on his back.

Ever since he obeyed the rules and drew a picture for Xie Luohe every day, he always felt weak when he didn't draw any day.

Zheng Xiu didn't know if this was the disadvantage of "taking a shortcut".

But the shortcut of Xie Luohe is easy to take.

It didn't take long before Zheng Xiu opened the eighth door and realized a new painting technique.

Zheng Xiu happily walked up to the dome with a bamboo basket on his back.

Holding a paper umbrella, Xiaotao followed behind Zheng Xiu with small steps.

The hot stylus that came out of the oven yesterday was wrapped in black cloth again, clipped in the belt, and hidden on the back, which made Zheng Xiu's waist look extraordinarily straight today.

In a field of withered flowers.

Xie Luohe was dressed in thin clothes, with his back to Zheng Xiu, looking at the mountains in the distance, as if he was waiting for the morning sun.

The goose feather snow fell, leaving a thin layer on Xie Luohe's shoulders and hair tips.

Xie Luohe always got up earlier than Zheng Xiu.

I don't know when it started, but she was waiting there.

Zheng Xiu was taken aback when he saw this scene.Then he grabbed the paper umbrella from Xiaotao's hand, walked quickly behind Xie Luohe, opened it with a snap, and covered it over Xie Luohe's head.

Xie Luohe didn't turn around, but said in a calm tone, "You don't have to do this, I'm not her."

"Since you want to prove that you are not her, don't talk about her all the time. Take it honestly." Zheng Xiu said with a straight face: "I am a painter and I have the final say. Today I will draw 'In the Snowstorm' Xieluo River with Umbrellas'."

Saying that, Zheng Xiu went around to Xie Luohe, put the umbrella into Xie Luohe's hand, and when he looked up, he happened to see Xie Luohe's surprised expression.

But when he met Zheng Xiu's eyes, the surprise on Xie Luohe's face faded away, leaving only indifference and calmness.

suddenly.

The corners of Xie Luohe's mouth curled up, and he said with a sneer, "Presumptuous."

"Leave me alone?"

Zheng Xiu returned to his seat angrily.

The long table had been exposed to the sun and rain for a long time, and the paint surface was peeling off.

There are even obvious sun marks on the exposed rocks below that have not been exposed to snow.

Xiaotao on the side had already opened her mouth wide in shock, opening it roundly, in the shape of a small steamed bun, unable to close it for a long time.

She doesn't grind ink for the son every day.

Sometimes the son feels sorry for her and won't let her follow.

Today she inadvertently discovered that the young master dared to speak to the head in such a tone.

It's over!

Xiao Tao's face was as dead ashes.

She has served the head of the family personally for many years, and knows the temper of the head of the family.

Although she said that the head of the family is very good, sometimes it is not so good.

Isn't he afraid of death, Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr.?

Xiaotao was just about to take advantage of her master-servant relationship with Xie Luohe for many years, so trembling all over, she risked her life and stepped forward to intercede for the young master.

The next scene made Xiaotao gasp in shock, her bellyband tightened a bit.

After hearing Zheng Xiu's words, Xie Luohe was not only not angry, the paper umbrella was leaning on his shoulder, turning gracefully, posing a comfortable standing posture, with his back to the two of them.

at this time.

The heavy snow fell, just as the first ray of dawn between heaven and earth floated from the other side of the mountain.

The golden morning light reflected on Xie Luohe's elegant back, casting a gorgeous golden glow around her.

Xie Luohe turned the paper umbrella lightly, looked back and smiled.

Zheng Xiu and Xiaotao were unable to say a word again.

Zheng Xiu sat down suddenly, quickly wiped off the snow on the long table with his sleeve, and spread the rice paper on it.

Without waiting for Xiaotao, Zheng Xiu personally took out the bamboo tube from the bamboo basket, poured out clear water, and grinded the thick ink.

Put brushes of different specifications on the pen rest, Zheng Xiu picked up the pen, and all the sounds between the world and the earth became completely silent in an instant in Zheng Xiu's ears.

All he could see was the Xie Luo River in front of him.

rustling...

The moment Xie Luohe looked back, Zheng Xiu was only thinking about drawing this scene.

Heavy snow, morning sun, long skirt, bare feet, paper umbrella.

A woman with a gentle face and flowing black hair.

The whiteness of snow, the redness of umbrellas, and the blackness of hair.

A painting is about to take shape.

"Red, red, red."

Zheng Xiu hurriedly went where to find cinnabar.He looked bewildered, muttered to himself, and after sitting there for a while, he bit his finger, painted with blood, and drew dots of peach blossoms on the paper umbrella.

With the slightest tick, Xie Luohe's smile came alive on the paper.

In the end only the eyes remained.

For so many days, Zheng Xiu had never painted the front of the Xieluo River.

I haven't drawn Xie Luohe's face.

If Zheng Xiu was out of anger at the beginning, it might be said that he was in a battle of ideas.

But when the idea of ​​"it's okay to draw a front face once" came to his mind, the memory of Gongsun Mo would always involuntarily pop up in his mind.

Hematemesis teachings from Grandpa Huasheng.

That sentence seems to be saying that once the people of the Gongsun family draw a person, something will happen.

something will happen.

The thing called curiosity, like a mouse, gnawed at Zheng Xiu's chest, making Zheng Xiu feel unbearably itchy.

"Dotting."

The finishing touch is the last step.

Zheng Xiu raised his sleeve, and the pen was in the air, but Zheng Xiu's hand was shaking involuntarily.

The heavy snow was still falling, and it fell on Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu completed the whole process in one go, except for the step of "dotting the eyes".

Xiao Tao saw everything in her eyes, held her breath, and didn't dare to move.As if he was afraid that his breathing would be too loud, which would disturb the young master's charming posture when he was painting.

Zheng Xiu, who was motionless, trembled at the tip of his pen, all the way to his five fingers, wrists, and shoulders.

While shaking, a drop of blood dripped down the pen tip from the unhealed wound on the bitten finger.

The hot blood melted into a snowflake, and the reddish snow water bloomed on the face of the woman in the painting.

"Tick."

A crisp sound woke up Zheng Xiu, who was immersed in painting.

When he came back to his senses, the picture scroll seemed to be ruined. It should have been a perfect picture, but there was only a blurry bright red on the face.

"It's a pity, it's all due to the snow, otherwise, this calligraphy painting by young master would be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

Xiao Tao raised her sleeves to cover the Young Master's head, protecting him from the snow.

She didn't understand what kind of strange struggle Zheng Xiu went through at that moment, and she didn't even know that Zheng Xiu didn't make that finishing touch, not only didn't feel annoyed, but heaved a strange sigh of relief.

Xiaotao just wanted to say that the young master has a heavy snowstorm and that the young master is weak, so she hurried back to the house.

The snow on the head suddenly stopped falling.

When he looked up, he saw that it was Xie Luohe holding an umbrella on Xiaotao and Zheng Xiu's heads, staring at the imperfect painting with calm eyes.

In the painting, the woman's face is blurred by blood, like ripples.

Zheng Xiu missed a painting for a long time, and he didn't know whether to repaint or just forget it.

Redrawing breaks the "rule".

But does that count?
Xie Luohe leaned over to roll up the painting. Holding an umbrella, she looked down at Zheng Xiu from a high position. She no longer mentioned the painting, but asked with a pun on her face, "It's done?"

Zheng Xiu was taken aback, and raised his head to see something from Xie Luohe's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Xie Luohe's eyes were blocked from this angle.

He looked back at Xiaotao.

After a moment of silence, the two said to Xiao Tao in unison: "Xiao Tao, you go down first."

Seeing the two people speaking the same sentence in different tones, Xiao Tao felt inexplicably sad, nodded, and went down.

After Xiaotao left.

Only Xie Luohe, who was holding a peach blossom paper umbrella, and Zheng Xiu, who were sitting on the ground, remained on the dome.

A little embarrassing in the snow.

But as the sun rose, the temperature warmed up and the wind became less.

Zheng Xiu smiled wryly: "The huge Yunhe Village, in your 'ears', don't you have any secrets?"

Xie Luohe reached out to pull his raised temple hair behind his ears, stretched out his hand to Zheng Xiu, and said with a smile, "Bring it."

Zheng Xiu wanted to play dumb, but Xie Luohe clenched his fist and made a clicking sound.

He reluctantly opened his clothes, and took out the hidden big stick from inside.

"I declare in advance that this is just an ordinary pen, and Lao Jiao is not to blame."

"Heh, I haven't figured out how to punish you for stealing weapons, but you are afraid that I will blame Lao Jiao first."

While speaking, Xie Luohe shook off the black cloth, revealing the dark guy inside.

"Judge's pen?" Xie Luohe was worthy of being a martial artist, and she mentioned the unpopular weapon, but soon she shook her head again.

It is well known that judges have hairless pens.

Zheng Xiu has hair.

"What kind of weapon is this?"

Xie Luohe asked interestingly.

Zheng Xiu asked back: "Isn't there no secrets in Yunhe village for you? Guess."

Xie Luohe made a throwing motion.

"do not!"

Seeing that Xie Luohe was about to be lost, Zheng Xiu hurried forward to grab it.

He is well aware of Xie Luohe's hand strength, who knows which mountain she will throw her in this time, and she can't get it back.

Xie Luohe held up the stylus to prevent Zheng Xiu from snatching it.

The two approached a few steps, but Zheng Xiu didn't have the nerve to post it again. Under Xie Luohe's murderous gaze, Zheng Xiu could only stop angrily: "Okay, you pay me back first, and I will tell you what it is."

After regaining the weapon, Zheng Xiu bit his finger again in distress.

The blood dripped down, and Zheng Xiu swiped his pen, and the black hair at the tip of the pen was immediately dyed with a faint red light.

When Zheng Xiu swung the stylus, the faint blood light strangely left arc-shaped tracks in the air.

Xie Luohe's pupils shrank, and he took a step back, looking straight at Zheng Xiu's back, as if there was something behind Zheng Xiu.

In an instant, Zheng Xiu's handwriting drew an umbrella in front of him.

After the light red trajectory swayed slightly, the umbrella came alive. Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand, "grabbed" the translucent blood umbrella, and held it on top of his head.

Zheng Xiu winked at Xie Luohe triumphantly: "Does this look familiar?"

Xie Luohe's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his expression returned to calm: "It's a boring quack trick."

This fluffy sentence made Zheng Xiu's face full of complacency, and he was devastated.

Xie Luohe sighed softly, "You shouldn't have gone in."

Zheng Xiu was puzzled: "You mean...the way?"

"otherwise?"

"Hehe, it's okay, I went in early."

Zheng Xiu didn't take it seriously, and waved the stylus again, and the blood umbrella dissipated in the wind and snow.

Xie Luohe wanted to say that it was a dream, a fake.

But when the words came to her lips, she knew that a few words could not persuade the man in front of her, so she could only shake her head, turn around and walk towards the wooden house.

In front of the door, Xie Luohe suddenly remembered something, and asked: "What is your name called?"

Zheng Xiu scratched his head: "I haven't had time yet..."

"Luo River."

Zheng Xiu was taken aback.

"It's called 'Luo River'."

Zheng Xiu couldn't laugh or cry: "This is mine!"

"It's my man who fought for you."

Xie Luohe said straightforwardly.

Zheng Xiu was speechless.

Domineering female president, right?

He knew he was in the wrong, so he had no choice but to admit it.

But he still refused to accept it.

"why?"

The name doesn't matter, Zheng Xiu always feels that Xie Luohe's motive for doing this is unclear.

"Don't forget, the game was proposed by you. You want me to admit that I am Fengbei, and I, too, want you to admit that you are Gongsun Mo."

The corners of Xie Luohe's mouth turned up slightly, and she looked up at the sky: "The snow has stopped."

Snow stopped.

Xie Luohe asked him to wait.

It wasn't until Xie Luohe changed into a black outfit in the house and put his bags on his back that Zheng Xiu knew that today was the "going out day" that Xie Luohe said.

Impartiality is exactly today, and Zheng Xiu has every reason to suspect that Xie Luohe knew that he was secretly making weapons, and he waited for him to finish tinkering before leaving.

"Leave today?"

Zheng Xiu asked with staring eyes.

Xie Luohe was very sure: "Let's leave today."

Xie Luohe took Xiao Tao with him.

When the bandits in Yunhe Village heard that the head was going out, they all cried and wailed around the door.

But Zheng Xiu clearly saw that they were holding back their laughter, and they were obviously very happy.

Each one is quite capable.

After receiving Xie Luohe's order, before Zheng Xiu could make arrangements, Xiao Tao had already packed two big bags and carried them behind her back.

"You are only 14 years old, what can you do?"

Zheng Xiu snatched the luggage, which contained clothes, coils, hidden weapons, sweat medicine, human skin mask, wound medicine, in short, there were many necessary items for walking in the rivers and lakes.

Xie Luohe's bag was big and long, and her bow was obviously hidden in it.

When Chu Chengfeng and the others learned that Zheng Xiu was going to walk the rivers and lakes with Xie Luohe, their eyes stared straight.

Especially Xiao Buping, he joined Yunhe Village just as an expedient measure, and he always wanted to escape, but now Zheng Xiu was able to leave Yunhe Village with Xie Luohe... wait a minute.Xiao Buping, who was looking at the three of Xie Luohe from a distance, suddenly felt ecstatic.Xie Luohe is gone, with his unrivaled lightness kung fu, wouldn't it be easy to escape from Yunhe village?
Xie Yunliu took a few steps away, and the sadness on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by another kind of solemnity: "My sister, you must be careful on this trip."

Xie Luohe: "No..."

Zheng Xiu pricked up his ears.

"Hmph, don't worry, I have my own measure."

Xie Yunliu originally arranged for three fast horses.

Zheng Xiu quickly rode on one of them, and stretched out his hand towards Xie Luohe: "Here, I'll take you."

The corner of Xie Luohe's eyes twitched, this angle suddenly reminded Xie Luohe of a certain scene.

"roll."

Xie Luohe tipped his toes and jumped onto another horse.

"shelf!"

Xie Luohe kicked the horse's belly, and the horse drove forward.

Xie Luohe seemed to see through his small thoughts, so Zheng Xiu could only reach out to Xiaotao.

Xiaotao can't ride a horse.

Zheng Xiu helped Xiaotao onto the horse, and felt that Xie Luohe might not be able to hear it, but in fact, a thunderous voice whispered next to Xiaotao's ear: "Remember, when girls ride horses, they should sit sideways, don't learn from others, or Bumping upside down, something precious will be thrown away."

Xie Luohe in front of him staggered on his horse.

Xiaotao seemed to understand, but obediently huddled sideways in the same saddle with the young master, warm.

So shy.

He was actually able to squeeze together with the young master.

So bold.

Xiaotao's face was so red that it was about to burn.

Xiaotao was sitting behind Zheng Xiu, and she accelerated to catch up with Xie Luohe.

"Where are we going?"

Xie Luohe remained silent, holding a red "invitation card" between two fingers, and threw it at Zheng Xiu's face.

Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand to catch it.

Let the horse run freely, Zheng Xiu glanced at the words on the cover of the invitation.

I saw that the sealing paste on the red invitation card had already melted away, and on the cover of the invitation card, someone wrote the three words "Flying and Flying Phoenix" in gold paint.

——"Hero post".

(End of this chapter)