Shanhedu

Chapter 42 The Fierce Junhe

Ling Xiao rode the horse steadily, listening to Jun He's story about how the eldest lady led him out of the escort agency, and followed her sweetheart to the imperial city.

The next day, I sold the horse and exchanged it for a boat, and then went east, and then I was able to go east along the Great River.

This time the small boat became a bigger one, and the old man at the ferry was too old to shake the boat, so he exchanged the big boat with Ling Xiao and gave it to his son who was on an official post.

Jun He had a good sleep in the boat with a black awning, but he still refused to let go of his arms in his arms, for fear that Ling Xiao would leave him without saying a word.

Two days later, the sheepskin map marked the place where they were about to dock, "Meijiang Town".

Jun He sat beside Ling Xiao with his legs crossed. Seeing that they were about to land, they caught up with a thick fog.

Thick smog covered the mountains and the sea, and there was nothing palpable around.

Gradually, the mist surrounding them is like a picture scroll, and fairy mountains, islands, pavilions and pavilions appear above the mist.

The picture scroll that cannot see the edge is really unreal, Jun He shrank into Ling Xiao's arms.

The calm Ling Xiao hugged Xiao Lancao Jing tightly, watching the changes.

The boat kept going along the east current, and after half an hour, the thick fog gradually dissipated, and the river bank ahead became clearer.

Jun He stretched his neck and looked forward, then turned his head and called Ling Xiao, pointing his finger to the shore.

"Brother! It's Shimizu and the others!"

"Ok?"

Ling Xiao, who was originally exploring the surroundings, turned his head and took a closer look, no!

Tusheng, Qingshui, Fugui, and Xiaoyao, the four were standing on the shore and saw them.

Xiaoyao, with the "red fishing net" hanging on his body, was waving his arms and jumping on the spot, shouting their names.

As soon as the boat stopped, Jun Hebian couldn't wait to run among the four of them, it was really funny to be jolted by the little crane in the pack behind him.

I haven't seen each other for more than half a month, and the relationship between the six is ​​getting closer.

They rested in an inn on a small building by the river, or booked three rooms, put down their burdens and sat on the first floor to drink.

Feng Yun, the proprietress who opened the inn, saw a group of six of them leaning against the counter and didn't move again.

It was a reunion after a long absence. As soon as the food and drink were served, the wine glass raised in his hand was never put down.

In the second half of drinking, Xiaoyao, whose eyes were dizzy from drinking, lay down on the table to play with Jun He.

Ling Xiao forbids Jun He to drink, and he himself is not interested in drinking.

Holding a plate of broad beans to feed Xiaohe, Xiaoyao stared at Xiaohe's small eyes to find fault.

"This, this eye, it's so small, isn't it a hybrid with other living things..."

Jun He didn't understand what interbreeding was, but he understood that Xiaoyao thought Xiaohe was ugly, so he curled his lips slightly and explained to Xiaohe again.

"It's still young, but when it grows up, it will look better when it grows up."

Xiaoyao's cheeks were flushed, she nodded her head, and lay her face on the table, wondering whether she had fallen asleep or not.

Those next to him, Tu Sheng and Ling Xiao were still fighting for wine, and Fugui concentrated on eating food, and the journey had starved him to pieces.

Shimizu, with his head tilted, was playing with a chopstick in his hand.

The frivolous eyebrows and eyes were dyed red, and she looked very romantic.

Not far away, the proprietress who had also drank a few glasses of shochu couldn't bear the restlessness, and finally walked towards them with a hip flask.

She has a graceful and plump body wrapped in a thin shirt, and her voice is delicate.

"Several young masters have come to this inn, it is really full of splendor."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to put it on Ling Xiao's shoulder.

How can a martial arts practitioner make a stranger approach him? With a flick of his shoulder, he coldly signaled the proprietress not to approach him.

The woman understood and walked away with a dry smile.

On the side, Xiaohe, whose legs had almost recovered, suddenly flew up, and Junhe had already tightly hugged Ling Xiao's arm with both hands.

Looking fiercely at the proprietress who came to Qing Shui's side, she pouted her small mouth high, making Ling Xiao snicker at it.

The answer Sun Qianer told Junhe is still in his heart, and Junhe already understands what liking is.

"This young man must be a good drinker, would you like to have a drink with me, a lonely family?"

Qing Shui, who was humming a ditty softly, heard a person beside him talking to him.

He tilted his head casually, and met the woman's ambiguous eyes. It seemed that he had other intentions.

He has been romantic for so many years in his life, how could he fail to understand this man's hints.

The next moment, the corner of one side of the mouth curled into a smile, holding the wine glass with two fingers and handing it to the proprietress's jug.

"my pleasure."

Tu Sheng, who was putting down his wine glass, heard Shimizu say this.

Still using that frivolous, vixen-like tone that he hates so much.

From the side, I saw two people standing next to each other, clinking glasses with smiling faces.

Tu Sheng inexplicably burst into a fit of anger, thinking that Qing Shui shouldn't care about that woman.

After the first cup was finished, the proprietress wanted to pour a second cup of water, but she gave up, stretched her arms and hooked Qingshui's neck.

"You! How much wine did you drink today? Don't drink." Tusheng said bluntly.

Tu Sheng completely forgot that before they drank, he was still worried about why Qing Shui ignored him.

Now he suddenly restrained Qingshui consciously again, Tusheng felt that he was a little nosy.

Qingshui Qimei, who was hooked around the neck, pulled Tusheng's wrist to let him let go.

"Whether I drink or not, it's none of your business? What do you want me to do, let me go."

His tone was neither happy nor unhappy.

It's just a flimsy accusation, not as serious as the two of them usually bickering.

The proprietress lost her sense of humor at the moment, and stood beside them without moving her feet.

Seeing that Qing Shui was about to get rid of his native appearance, there was a different kind of smile on his face.

That smiling face made Tu Sheng feel uncomfortable, he couldn't hold it back, his throat was choking.

"What are you looking at?! What's the matter with you, I, I have a good relationship with him, what are you going to do? Go aside!"

Tusheng waved his hand impatiently to chase away people. For some reason, Tusheng was eager to show his intimacy with Qingshui to outsiders.

"Council! What are you talking about!!" Qing Shui said angrily.

"You, you control me! I can say whatever I want!"

The wine table became lively, as if they were used to their noise, the rest of the people left the scene one after another.

Fugui went upstairs, Junhe went out to find Xiaohe, Ling Xiao followed him, and Xiaoyao stood up unsteadily to "waterproof" outside.

At this time, the lights of the Wanjia came on, and Xiaoyao thought about the intimate and noisy appearance of the two native students just now, unconsciously envious of the new students, and just touched his waist.

Stretched out two hands behind the body, and then covered Xiaoyao's mouth.

"Oh! Woooo..."

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the galaxy is far away.