Covered with an Umbrella
Probably because of her woman's intuition, Ji Yunshu walked over.
He saw that the rust on the knife had already stuck to the wall of the door, making it look extremely mottled!
There were also obvious blunt marks on the edge of the blade. It was uneven and looked like a gear!
Jing Rong walked behind her and asked, "Is this knife very strange?"
"Yes!" She nodded in response.
In the next moment, she took out a handkerchief from her waist and stuck it to her hand. She took the knife and carefully wrapped it up before putting it in her sleeve.
'This woman even wants to steal a rusty knife from a farmer's house!'
Jing Rong thought.
"It's getting late. We should hurry to catch the boat. If we're late, I'm afraid the boatman won't dare to accept the offer no matter how much money Your Highness offers."
Finished speaking, she held the umbrella and walked back the way they came.
Jing Rong followed behind her and watched her carefully walk. Her feet slipped several times, causing her body to sway. His hands, which were supposed to be curled up in his sleeves to keep warm, were secretly raised to protect Ji Yunshu from falling.
After leaving the desolate wasteland, the two quickened their pace and arrived at the pier of Zhao Family Village.
The waves on the river were as clear as day. Not to mention a boat, there wasn't even a single floating object.
"It's getting dark. There won't be any boats today."
Jing Rong didn't seem worried at all. In fact, there was a hint of joy in his tone.
"If I had known earlier, I would have asked the boatman to wait." Ji Yunshu softly muttered.
"We won't be able to leave today."
"Your Highness, do you have any other way?"
"There is!" Jing Rong raised his brows.
Ji Yunshu immediately asked, "What way?"
Jing Rong pointed at the mountain behind them. "Take a detour!"
'You must be joking!'
"The mountain road takes a day. It's better to wait for the boat." Ji Yunshu said.
Jing Rong secretly smiled, but he pretended to be worried. He frowned and said, "I'm afraid there won't be any boats. Tonight, you and I will have to stay here. However, this Zhao Family Village is poor. Their houses are small and crude. I'm afraid they won't be able to accommodate the two of us, but …"
"But what?"
"This Prince just passed by a temple. Perhaps, I can stay there for the night."
"Temples?"
She didn't see it!
Ji Yunshu didn't know whether she should believe him or not. Her beautiful eyes flickered, but in the end, she nodded. "That's the only way."
After leaving the pier, Ji Yunshu followed Jing Rong in the direction of the temple he mentioned.
The sky was getting darker, and the muddy road was not easy to walk on. Coupled with the heavy rain, it was like adding hail to hail!
How could he have known that a strong wind would suddenly blow!
Ji Yunshu's wrist wasn't strong enough, and the umbrella's handle flew out of her hand. It was blown into the bushes not far away, where it was pierced by the branches.
The moment the handle of the umbrella left, the rainwater poured down on her mercilessly.
From her hair to her cheeks, then to her delicate neck. In an instant, she was drenched.
But before that cold feeling could spread to the roots of her feet, an umbrella suddenly fell on top of her head, shielding her from the torrential rain and some of the fierce wind.
When she looked up, she saw Jing Rong standing in the rain with an umbrella over his head.
The distance between them was also two steps.
"Your Highness." Ji Yunshu called out. She grabbed the umbrella handle and immediately pushed it towards him. "This lowly one's body is lowly. Your Highness should use the umbrella to cover yourself."
"This Prince isn't that delicate. Hold the umbrella properly."
At this moment, he had already stuffed the umbrella handle into Ji Yunshu's hands. Drenched in the rain, he walked forward.
'How carefree!'
In the next moment, Ji Yunshu ran two steps and caught up to him. She reached out and grabbed Jing Rong's sleeve, conveniently holding the umbrella over his head.
Their tall and short bodies were only separated by a distance of two fingers. Both of them landed under the umbrella.
However, the umbrella wasn't big enough, so both of their shoulders were exposed to the rain.
Jing Rong seemed to be a little surprised by her actions. His deeply hooked eyebrows looked down at her, his eyes filled with deep affection.
She was moved!
At that moment, Ji Yunshu hoped that she was mistaken and hurriedly averted her eyes.
She said, "I hope Your Highness won't mind using the same umbrella as this lowly one."
"Of course I don't mind!"
Jing Rong was very willing.
His eyes were filled with the radiance of spring, and he had a cheerful smile on his face. He took the umbrella from Ji Yunshu's hands and raised it high. His other hand grabbed her wrist, and they walked into the rain!
Ji Yunshu let him hold her hand and didn't struggle. After all, they were under the same umbrella.
After walking for about the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, they finally arrived at the temple that Jing Rong mentioned.
Although it was called a temple, it was still a temple.
Only … it was a bit broken and desolate.
Nevertheless, it was still a place to take shelter from the rain.
After entering, Ji Yunshu carefully examined the temple.
It was a temple that had been in disrepair for a long time. The plaque hanging on the door was missing a corner and was crooked. It looked as if it was about to fall down. The plaque was also covered with ashes and layers of cobwebs. However, the words "Zhao Family's Ancestral Hall" could still be clearly seen.
Inside the temple, there were piles of straw and things lying on the ground. Cobwebs were also everywhere.
Fortunately, the tall Buddha statue was still standing in the temple.
However, the gold and bronze plates on the Buddha statue seemed to have been scraped off, leaving behind very eye-catching scratches.
"Although this place is chaotic, fortunately, we can take shelter from the rain. Let's put up with it for the night. Tomorrow, this Prince will find a way to return to the city." Jing Rong put the umbrella aside and entered the temple. He looked around and said, "Teacher, light a fire and dry our clothes."
Without waiting for Ji Yunshu to say anything, he skillfully moved all the miscellaneous items in the temple to the side, emptying out a space. Then, he picked up the broken wooden stakes in the temple and lit them up with a match that hadn't been dampened yet.
This series of actions was done neatly and efficiently.
If one didn't know better, they would think that this prince really grew up in the wilderness in the mountains.
It was already dark outside, but the starlit flames in the temple were very transparent. It reflected the wind and rain in the temple, making it very warm and comfortable.
Jing Rong had already unknowingly put up a frame.
"Teacher Ji, you should take off your clothes and hang them here to dry. You are a weak scholar. Don't catch a cold."
"…"
While Jing Rong was talking, he had already started to take off his clothes.
Ji Yunshu looked at him and hugged her cold arms, turning her back to him.
"Come here quickly!" Jing Rong called out to her.
Ji Yunshu didn't move. She held onto her clothes, feeling a little panicked.
Seeing that she was indifferent, Jing Rong simply walked over and grabbed her wrist, dragging her to the fire.
"This humble one doesn't matter. Your Highness can dry your clothes by yourself." She lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
"I told you to take off your clothes. Why are you so shy? Do you want this Prince to help you? "Jing Rong's tone was deliberately doubtful, but his eyes were full of playfulness.
Ji Yunshu took a few steps back. The corner of her mouth twitched. "Your Highness is tall and sturdy, while this humble one's body is thin. It's not easy to take off my clothes. Compared to your Highness, let's forget about it."
"Stop being so wordy."
Jing Rong scolded her. He took two steps closer to her and stretched out his evil claws.
The corner of his mouth slightly curved. "Two grown men, what are you afraid of? If you don't want to take off your clothes, this Prince will help you."
"No need."
"It's fine, it's fine."
Ji Yunshu's arms were already locked in his hands. She struggled to no avail. She could only hold on to her collar.
'Beast!
At this moment, even if she screamed until her throat broke, it would be of no use. '
She buried her head, and her breathing became very nervous. Jing Rong, who was very close to her, looked down at her long and curved eyelashes. His eyes were as soft as a ball of fire.
He tightly held her thin arm. Inside his palm was Ji Yunshu's ice-cold, drenched clothes.
The ice-cold sensation spread through the veins on his palm, causing his blood to freeze.
At this moment, he really wanted to embrace this woman in his arms.
However, his rationality dispelled his evil thoughts.
"Teacher's clothes are already soaked. If you don't want to take off your clothes in front of this Prince, then we can use your clothes as a curtain and put them on the rack. We can each take one end."
'You're such a good person!'
Jing Rong released her and restrained the playful look in his eyes. He moved the rack between the two of them and said, "This Prince won't look at you.
At the same time, he said, "This King will not look at you. Hurry up and take off your clothes. Stop being so shy."
Jing Rong had already taken off his two soaked clothes and put them on the rack. He then sat on the straw and took off his gold and silver embroidered boots. He placed them upside down next to the fire.
Seeing him being so 'obedient', Ji Yunshu's apprehensive heart finally calmed down a little.
However, she still had a trace of vigilance in her heart. She slowly untied her belt, took off her outer clothes, and hung them on the rack. She also squatted down on the pile of straw. She took off her shoes, which were made of coarse cloth, and put them aside.
The two of them were now sitting on either side of the rack. The fire was in front of the rack and the two of them.
Outside, the sky was already dark. The heavy rain and strong wind didn't stop.
Inside, there was a strong warmth.
"Teacher Ji." Jing Rong suddenly called out to her.
"Hmm?"
"Have you ever … been to the capital?"
As Jing Rong spoke, he picked up a small bamboo stick and poked at the fire in front of him.
Ji Yunshu glanced sideways and saw a hand reaching out from behind the rack. It was holding a bamboo stick and poking at the fire. Sparks flew everywhere.
But it was beautiful!
She hugged her knees with one hand and used the other to pick up a small bamboo stick and poked at the fire.
She answered Jing Rong's question, "I haven't been there."
"Then, do you want to go?"
"Is the air quality up to standard?"
"Hmm?"
"It's smog."
"Smog?" Jing Rong frowned. His hand suddenly stopped poking at the fire.
Ji Yunshu smiled and said, "It's nothing."
At this moment, Ji Yunshu's mind was thinking about Beijing.
Jing Rong was confused by her question. He really wanted to remove the rack between the two of them and ask her.
What is the air quality?
What is smog?
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