Concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion: The princess is not to be messed with

Chapter 608 Dust?dust?
It is said that the sky in June is like a child's face, and the sun was still shining brightly at this moment.After a while, God changed his face, and the heavy rain began to fall, and the temperature dropped a lot.

Nalan Jiuge and others who were on their way were drenched by the sudden heavy rain.It's getting late, and I don't know where to hide from the rain because I can't go to the village or shop.Mo Qingling's mother and son were fine, sitting in the carriage did not get half wet from the rain.

"My lord, I have walked this road before. If I remember correctly, there is a ruined temple in the forest ahead." Chen Chuang spat out the rainwater that fell into his mouth as he spoke.

Nangong Jue had already been drenched in water, looked forward, and the drench was not far away.The rain is so heavy now, it is impossible to travel at all, and it is going to be dark this day, so today we can only stay in the ruined temple to avoid the rain and stay for the night.

"You lead the way ahead, take shelter from the rain first."

"Yes, drive."

Within half a quarter of an hour, Nangong Jue and his party arrived at the ruined temple that Chen Chuang mentioned. Everyone got out of the carriage and hid under the eaves of the ruined temple.Although the ruined temple is a bit broken, it can still shelter from the wind and rain.

Meng Liuxing looked at the gate of the temple. Although the ruined temple seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, the gate of the temple was still very well preserved.

"Let's stay here for one night today!"

Nalan Jiuge brushed the wet hair on his forehead, although his whole body was soaked, it still didn't damage his handsomeness.

Meng Yu took the lead to enter the ruined temple, but found that someone in the ruined temple had already arrived before them.

"Brother, there are already people in this temple." Meng Yu turned to look at Meng Liuxing and said.

At this time, Nalan Jiuge was holding an umbrella to let Mo Qingling's mother and son get off the carriage.

Meng Liuxing frowned, his eyes froze when he walked into the ruined temple and saw the people in the temple.In front of the altar, there was a man in white with snowy silver hair and a silver mask, only his eyes, nose and lips were exposed.Although this person has silver hair, he can clearly see his fair and flawless skin.He sat quietly in front of the fire, staring at the flickering flames.He is like a banished immortal who fell into the mortal world, because of his existence, the whole ruined temple has become holy.

Meng Liuxing swallowed, cupped his hands and said, "I'm passing by here. Due to the heavy rain, I want to stay here for a night. I wonder if you can make it easier for me."

Although this ruined temple is not anyone's private property, it comes first.Since the silver-haired man arrived first, if he didn't want them to stay here, they had no choice but to leave.

The silver-haired man raised his eyes, and the voice sounded like a gurgling mountain spring: "This place is not my residence, I just use this place to shelter from the rain, please do as you please."

What kind of eyes are those, as clear and spotless as the clear spring in the mountain stream, both Meng Yu and Meng Liuxing wonder if they have met a god.In this mortal world, how could there be such an elegant man.

"Thank you." Meng Liuxing cupped his fists at the silver-haired man.

At this time, Nalan Jiuge and others also entered the ruined temple.

When Nalan Jiuge saw someone in the temple, he said "Huh?"

Meng Liuxing looked at Nalan Jiuge and said, "He is also sheltering from the rain here."

Nalan Jiuge knew it well, and nodded politely to the silver-haired man.The silver-haired man also nodded to Nalan Jiuge.

Mo Qingling entered the ruined temple with the city, and spread the blankets taken from the carriage on the hay.

"You guys change your clothes first! I'll light the fire." Mo Qingling said to the drenched Nalan Jiuge and the others, it was really uncomfortable to wear the wet clothes.

"Yeah..." Nalan Jiuge and the others took dry clothes and went behind the Buddha statue to change.

Mo Qingling randomly found some scrap wood in the temple, and was about to start a fire, but found that he didn't have a fire pocket on him.

Mo Qingling took a piece of dry wood and walked towards the silver-haired man.

"Can you lend me a hand?" Mo Qingling looked at the silver-haired man and asked.

The silver-haired man was closing his eyes and resting his mind, when he heard a cold and ethereal female voice, he opened his eyes.He only saw a pair of cold eyes, looking at him lightly, without any emotion in his eyes.This woman is still wearing a veil, and her black hair is tied into a bundle with a hair tie and hangs behind her head.For some reason, he felt a sense of déjà vu.

Mo Qingling frowned slightly, as if her heart had just been pricked by a needle.Is it because of the way he looks, of knowing someone a little bit?
"Ahem, of course, girls can do whatever they want." When he saw her untidy woman's temples, he called her a girl.

"Thank you." Mo Qingling took the fire and returned to their position, and raised the fire.

Nalan Jiuge also waited for others to change their clothes, and walked out from behind the Buddha statue.The wet clothes were casually hung on the wooden shelves in the ruined temple.

The rain outside still has no tendency to stop, and the sky is slowly getting dark.Since Cheng'er entered the ruined temple, he has been staring at the silver-haired man.Isn't it only the old man who has white hair?But this uncle didn't have wrinkled faces like those grandpas.How can there be silver hair?Cheng'er was very curious about this.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Meng Yu asked, looking at Mo Qingling pitifully, clutching her hungry stomach.After traveling for the past few days, he has formed the habit of looking for Mo Qingling after eating.

Mo Qingling thought for a while and said, "We still have some rice, and there are still some mushrooms left over from the mushrooms we picked at noon today. It's raining so hard and we can't go out to hunt wild animals, so let's just cook and eat!"

"Well, I'll go and bring in the pot." After Chen Chuang finished speaking, he left the ruined temple and went to the carriage outside to get the pot.

"We just changed our clothes and saw that there is a small courtyard behind the temple. There is a well in the courtyard. Let me fetch some water."

Simply build a stove, add firewood and put a pot.After the water boiled, the washed rice was poured in, and the washed mushrooms were also thrown in. After adding some seasonings, the pot was covered and boiled.Because most of the men were drenched in the rain today, Mo Qingling put a lot of ginger slices in it.

After the porridge was cooked, Mo Qingling took a bowl of porridge, took clean chopsticks, and handed the bowl to Cheng'er.

"Thank you mother." Cheng'er took the bowl and thanked her sweetly.

Mo Qingling said: "This is not for you, just now that uncle lent us fire, which uncle do you send this porridge to?"

Cheng'er looked at the silver-haired man, then at Mo Qingling, then nodded and walked towards the silver-haired man with the bowl in hand.

There are a lot of people around, chatting and laughing are also very lively.In order not to make himself look particularly lonely, the silver-haired man leaned against the pillar with his eyes closed all the time to rest his mind.

"Uncle, are you asleep?" Cheng'er said while looking at the silver-haired man with the porridge in his hand.But he was also carefully looking at the silver-haired man's face. Although he was wearing a mask, he could still tell that this uncle had a straight nose.The eyelashes look good even with the eyes closed, the mouth looks good and the chin looks good too.Cheng'er has already decided in his heart that he is a good-looking uncle.

The silver-haired man slowly opened his eyes, looking at the child holding the steaming porridge bowl in front of him, his eyes lit up.As they entered, he caught sight of a child but didn't look closely.Now, upon closer inspection, I realized that the child was handsome and cute, like a little fairy boy who had strayed into the mortal world.

"Cough, what's the matter?" the silver-haired man asked in a gentle voice.

"My mother said that uncle lent us a fire just now, so she asked me to bring porridge to thank uncle. I also ask uncle not to dislike this thin porridge, but to accept it."

Since other children have said that, how can he refuse, even though he has been closing his eyes and resting his mind just now.But the aroma of the porridge had already aroused his greed.He is not a greedy person, but he also has greed.But this child looks like he is only five or six years old, but he speaks like a little adult.He originally thought that the woman who borrowed the fire just now was an unmarried woman, but he was wrong that the family has such a big son.

"Then uncle accepted it. Please thank your mother on behalf of uncle." After the silver-haired man finished speaking, he looked towards Mo Qingling.It just so happened that Mo Qingling's eyes also turned to this side, so the eyes of the two met in the air.

The eyes of the two froze for a moment, Mo Qingling lowered his eyelids first, and the two nodded to each other.

The silver-haired man took the porridge bowl, and Cheng'er returned to Mo Qingling's place.Sitting beside Mo Qingling, looked up at Mo Qingling and said, "Mother, uncle said thank you."

"Well, hurry up and drink the porridge!" Mo Qingling handed Cheng'er's porridge to Cheng'er.

The silver-haired man finished his porridge, Cheng'er hurriedly went to get the finished bowl from the silver-haired man, and then lingered on the silver-haired man's place.

"Uncle, what's your name?" Cheng'er sat next to the silver-haired man, holding Xiao Bai in his arms and looking at the silver-haired man and asked.

"Ahem" the silver-haired man cleared his throat and said, "Luo Chen"

"Which city?" Cheng Er hurriedly asked.

The silver-haired man named Luo Chen said: "Chen of Dust"

Cheng'er was a little disappointed in his heart, he wondered if it might be the same as his own 'Cheng'!

"Uncle should not be said to be the dust of the dust, but the 'dust' of the dust."

Luo Chen smiled slightly: "What's the difference? Everything in this world will eventually return to dust."

Cheng'er is still too young to understand Luo Chen's words, so he stroked his chin and thought for a while, "Using my mother's words, the feeling of being out of dust sounds more poetic. "

Luo Chen also rarely had close relatives with children, and this was the first time he had chatted with a child like this, and it didn't feel bad.

"Do you know what poetry is at a young age?"

Cheng'er nodded and said with a little satisfaction: "Of course, my mother taught me to read and write very early. I can recite the Four Books and Five Classics by heart, and I also know famous poems and quatrains by heart. But my mother also said, Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles, the knowledge in books is limited, but the knowledge in the world is infinite.”

Luo Chen couldn't help but patted Cheng'er's head and said, "You have a good mother."

There are very few women in this world who can have such insights.

(End of this chapter)