Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 44 The Meeting of Wanbaozhai

The sky was full of clouds and clouds, and the breeze was cool and refreshing. Ji Wenjing walked through the alleyway with a painting box on his back, and when he stepped into Wanbaozhai, Boss Wu just looked up and saw him, and immediately smiled: "Mr. Wenjing, you are here again, this time A new color of smoke blue dye has been purchased, specially reserved for you..."

Ji Wenjing also showed a faint smile: "Thank you, Boss Wu, I just came to pick out some colors of dyes, and I'm going to make a picture of fragrant mountains and rivers."

The tone of the two of them couldn't be more familiar, because they have dealt with each other many times before and after, and each time was very pleasant, and they became acquainted with each other after a long time.

I don't know when, Ji Wenjing discovered that there are more and more good things in this Wanbaozhai, and this Boss Wu is quite sympathetic with him, giving him the most reasonable price every time, which is several times lower than others More than that, over time, almost all his pens, inks, papers and inkstones are inseparable from Wanbaozhai.

Taking advantage of the good daylight today, he planned to go to the Houshan Lake to collect wind, and came to Wanbaozhai to pick up some rice paper coloring materials. He didn't expect to bump into another good thing. Today is really not in vain. trip.

Buried in front of the counter, looking carefully at the smoky blue dye, Ji Wenjing's eyes showed surprise, and he didn't notice a slender figure passing by the door at all, but Boss Wu had sharp eyes, his eyebrows trembled, and he coughed twice, yes Ji Wenjing enthusiastically said:

"Look, how moist the water is. I haven't even opened the good stuff from the south, and I'm just waiting for you to come..."

Ji Wen nodded, and looked at the paint in his hand more intently.

Outside, Zhao Qinghe was leaning against the wall, gasping for breath. It took him a long time to recover, patted his chest, and quietly poked his head to look into Wanbaozhai.

Really, really did not expect... to run into him!
She originally wanted to take advantage of her holiday today to come to Wanbaozhai to pay the bill, but now it seems that she can only go to Boss Wu to pay the bill after the people inside have left.

Dark clouds came from the sky, and the wind blew the signboard in front of the shop to jingle. Zhao Qinghe raised his head. The sky changed every time he wanted. The sky was clear just a moment ago, but now it was cloudy, and it seemed that it was about to rain.

She was a little impatient, but luckily Ji Wenjing left the shop with a painting box on his back, holding a tube of smoke blue dye in his hand, and smiles were all around the corners of his eyes and brows.

Zhao Qinghe watched him go away, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Before she put up her skirt and approached the counter, Boss Wu had already bowed to her: "Miss Zhao, you are safe here."

Zhao Qinghe smiled shyly: "Uncle Wu, I, I'm here to settle the bill with you."

The wind was howling, and the dark clouds were rolling in. Ji Wenjing was walking on the street, still playing with the newly acquired smoke blue dye in his hand, but the air-conditioning was blowing in his face, and a little dampness fell on his long eyelashes. Raindrops fell on his face.

"No, it's going to rain!"

As soon as the voice fell, the crackling raindrops had already fallen, and the pedestrians on the street scattered to hide from the rain. At the turn of spring and summer, this rain came unexpectedly, and it came fiercely again.

Ji Wenjing hugged the painting box tightly in his arms, fearing that the heavy rain would damage his pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He looked around, his heart moved, he turned around suddenly, and ran back to Wanbaozhai.

I don't know when the heavy rain will stop, so go to Boss Wu to borrow an umbrella first!
Clothes fluttered in the wind, long eyelashes raindrops fell, and his handsome face was wet. Ji Wenjing trotted all the way until he arrived at the signboard of Wanbaozhai. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, when he checked the painting box in his arms, Boss Wu's familiar voice came from inside. sound--

"Three squares of sapphire inkstones, five ingots of pine smoke ink, four Zihao brushes, seven boxes of Taoji Jinyun Xuan paper, and a number of precious dyes of various colors...all of them are recorded in this account book, Miss Zhao, do the counting and see Is the price difference the same as the old man's calculation?"

"No need, Uncle Wu, I can trust you. You keep this bag of money, and the extra part will be placed with you first according to the old rules. You can continue to collect some precious paper inkstones and dyes. By the way, Mr. Ji seems to be I like Taihu Fenglao's paintings very much, but unfortunately there are not many original works left in the world. I asked someone to search for a long time, but found nothing. Let's see if you can..."

"Zhao Qinghe, what are you doing?"

Ji Wenjing strode into the store, bringing a chill from the cold rain, the corners of his eyes and brows were wet, and his handsome face was more misty and beautiful than usual——

But Zhao Qinghe was so frightened that he staggered, the money bag in his hand shook, and the white money scattered all over the ground.

She panicked, and was about to flee the door with her skirt in her hand, but Ji Wenjing grabbed her wrist, "The pens, inks, papers and inkstones I bought, the dyes in the picture books, all you paid for me, the difference in price, right? ?”

Zhao Qinghe's face turned pale, and he shook his head and stammered: "No, no, I don't know what you're talking about... Senior Brother Ji, you made a mistake, I, I'm going home..."

She struggled desperately, as if her whole body was frightened, she broke away from Ji Wenjing suddenly, raised her skirt and ran into the rain.

"Hey, Zhao Qinghe!"

Ji Wenjing stretched out his hand and shouted, but he didn't care too much, he put the painting box on the floor of Wanbaozhai, and then ran after him.

It was raining heavily, and that slender figure staggered in the rain, flustered, like a frightened little white rabbit, and Ji Wenjing was chasing after her: "Why are you running, be careful if you fall, don't run, I won't run away!" Will eat you!"

Zhao Qinghe trembled as he raised his skirt, and his voice came to Ji Wenjing's ears through the rain curtain: "I, I didn't do anything, don't follow me, Senior Brother Ji, I... I haven't seen you today, and neither have you. pass me..."

In a panic, she stepped on her dress for a moment, and when she really slipped and was about to fall, one hand supported her waist, and pulled her into her arms. She was spinning around, only to meet a pair of jet-black Her clear eyes clearly reflected her body drenched in the heavy rain.

"What have you seen that you have never seen before? Are you blind from looking at me, or is there a hallucination?"

In the pouring rain, Zhao Qinghe shuddered, his voice trembling like leaves falling in the wind: "No, no, I'm not..."

"What's not? Tell you to run slowly, are you deaf? Am I that scary?"

Xu Shi Ji Wenjing's face was really "scary". Zhao Qinghe's body was trembling, his heart was beating wildly, his face was pale and pitiful, and he couldn't help crying: "Senior Brother Ji, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

She hurriedly got up from Ji Wenjing's arms, wiped away her tears, and choked miserably: "It's all my fault, I shouldn't make my own claims, Senior Brother Ji, I was wrong, how could I insult you with money?" Woolen cloth……"

That little face was pale and weak, crying pitifully. Standing in the rain, Ji Wenjing felt a slight rippling in his heart, and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"What Sun Mengyin said before, is that the bet about me?"

"Yes, she ran into me, and I'll pay for it for you. I'm afraid that if you find out, you will feel uncomfortable and hurt your self-esteem..." Zhao Qinghe's eyes were tearful, and he stammered: "I was wrong, I really Wrong, Ji, Brother Ji, please forgive me, I didn't mean to humiliate you with money..."

"Give me your hand!" Ji Wenjing interrupted suddenly.

"Do, what are you doing?" Zhao Qinghe raised her eyes timidly, her eyes were red: "Are you going to hit me on the palm of your hand?"

"Can you be a little more stupid?"

Ji Wenjing stretched out his hand, held her hand tightly without any explanation, and led her into the rain.

In Jinxiu Pavilion, warm smoke was lingering. When Ji Wenjing changed his clothes, when he turned his head, Zhao Qinghe just opened the curtain and walked out timidly.

Ji Wenjing paused as he straightened his clothes, his eyes lit up.

Yun Niang of Jinxiu Pavilion is a talkative person, she stepped forward immediately, circled around Zhao Qinghe three times, and praised: "Jinxiu Pavilion has been doing business in the imperial city for so many years, how many sets of clothes have been sold, it has always been the clothes lining People, or people carrying clothes, like today, the clothes and people are perfectly matched, complement each other, and perfectly blend together, it is really unique, I can open my eyes, this dress of smoke flowing fairy dress on the girl is really like smoke It's like a dream, the sun shines on people, just like a Qionggong fairy, it's so beautiful..."

Zhao Qinghe's skin is thin, and such a compliment hit her head on, causing her face to blush immediately, and stammered: "Yes, is it? It's absurd to be in charge, I, I can't afford a palace..."

"Miss Boss, put this string of flower beads on her." Ji Wenjing said lightly, and handed over the selected jewelry, and Yun Niang took it over with joy, and rolled her eyes with a smile: "Wonderful, wonderful, my lord Your eyesight is really good, so I will put it on for the girl."

"There is also this water lotus jade silk, pin it to her chest." Ji Wenjing picked up another item and handed it over, looking around the store, and pointed at it: "Well, I also want this waist chain. , remove the butterfly wing decorations at both ends, leaving only the moon-white part in the middle, tie it for her, not too tight, just three points clear and light, faintly visible when walking, like the shadow of a lotus wind and moon. Its most beautiful style."

After a series of pointers, Zhao Qinghe in the hall changed again and became a hundred times more attractive. This time she really deserved the phrase "Qinggong Fairy". Standing in front of the bronze mirror, she couldn't believe that the person in the mirror was really herself.

In the Jinxiu Pavilion, Yunniang stroked her palm in amazement, she was really amazed at this moment, she shook her head and said with emotion: "If the son is a daughter, how can I, Yunniang, have a foothold? I don't know how many people in the imperial city will be robbed of their business." Yes, there are some innate things that other people can't catch up with if they practice for decades..."

Ji Wenjing raised his eyelids lightly, without changing his face: "The proprietress is joking, I'm not that free, I worry about other people's clothes every day, and I'm not even half interested in your business, so I will take my heart back."

He was used to choking people, and he didn't like being noisy and flattering. Yunniang was dumb, hit a nail that was neither hard nor soft, so she had to smile coquettishly, stopped talking, and stepped back knowingly and wittily.

For a moment, warm smoke billowed from the pavilion, leaving only Zhao Qinghe and Ji Wenjing standing opposite each other.

Ji Wenjing also changed out of her wet clothes, and at the moment she was wearing a water lake blue dress, her figure was elegant and her eyes were picturesque, and Zhao Qinghe's misty skirt complemented each other perfectly, and they matched perfectly. Standing together, they looked like a pair of immortals Lovely, radiant.

Zhao Qinghe's palms trembled slightly, his face was blushing, and he secretly raised his eyes to look at Ji Wenjing: "Ji, Senior Brother Ji, thank you, I actually don't need to..."

Ji Wenjing lightly raised his hand to interrupt, rolled his eyes up and down, and said to himself: "Your complexion is fair, and your frame is also slender. You look good in this suit. It would be even better if you add a pair of lake pearl earrings. Unfortunately, you can't find them here. Well, you can pay attention when you go back, you don't need to be so dull, you actually..."

He paused, and his voice became quieter. Zhao Qinghe stood on tiptoe, met Ji Wenjing's gaze, and breathed out a warm breath from his thin lips: "It's actually pretty pretty."

As soon as the words came out, both of their faces were flushed, Zhao Qinghe's heart was beating, and there was a subtle atmosphere lingering. Ji Wenjing coughed twice, and called Yunniang to come over, intending to pay the bill.

Zhao Qinghe just woke up like a dream, subconsciously took out the money bag, but was held down by Ji Wenjing raised his hand, he glanced at her lightly, his tone was unclear: "Even if Jihou's mansion is an empty shell, I will pay for this money." It's still affordable, take back your purse."

Zhao Qinghe's heart jumped suddenly, blushing and hastily said: "No, no, I have no other intentions, I, I just..."

But the more he spoke, the more he stuttered, and the more he said, the more wrong he was. Ji Wenjing on the other end had already paid the money, so he covered her mouth with his sleeve, and dragged her out of the Jinxiu Pavilion.

"Okay, stop biting your tongue, let's go."

At the turn of spring and summer, the rain comes and goes quickly. After a while, the dark clouds clear up, the rain is over, the sky is clear, and the sky is clear and clear.

The two returned to Wanbaozhai. Ji Wenjing carried his painting box on his back, while Zhao Qinghe stood aside, not daring to make a sound.

Ji Wenjing looked up at the sky, and said lightly, "Let's go."

"Go?" Zhao Qinghe's long eyelashes trembled, he raised his head, and said timidly, "Go, where are you going?"

"Just follow me."

"...Ji, Senior Brother Ji, are you not angry with me?"

"When did I get angry?" Ji Wenjing raised his eyebrows and touched his cheek, "Did I grow up with a fierce look? Every time you see me, you are afraid of being like this?"

"No, no, I thought..."

"What do you think?" Ji Wenjing asked back. Seeing Zhao Qinghe trembling, he seemed to be frightened by himself again, so he couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his lips, as if finding some kind of fun.

He glanced at the door out of the corner of his eye, and said slowly, "Boss Wu, you're good at singing big plays, and your acting skills are also top-notch?"

There was a rustle at the door, and Boss Wu showed an embarrassed smile: "Well, what, I just want to ask, do you want to come in and have a cup of hot tea?"

"No need, who knows how much this cup of tea is worth, whether to treat it to someone who is destined to drink it, or to charge it to the account later, and find someone to make up the difference."

Boss Wu was choked up, knowing that he was wrong, and hurriedly apologized with a smile: "Mr. Wen Jing, don't say that, everyone is just messing around, it's not easy, I think Miss Zhao is sincere to you, how kind My little girl, spend a lot of money for..."

"Wu, Uncle Wu!" Zhao Qinghe blushed.

Ji Wenjing glanced at her, feeling inexplicably happy, and waved to Boss Wu: "Okay, it's like oiling your mouth, someday you can really close this Wanbaozhai and go to a restaurant to tell stories instead."

He took Zhao Qinghe's hand, stepped under the signboard, and said loudly: "Let's go, while the daylight is just right."

Zhao Qinghe was accidentally held by the hand again, her heart skipped a beat, her breathing was disordered, and before she could speak, Ji Wenjing turned her head and smiled at her: "Don't you want to know where to go?"

Under the shroud of Changyang, this smile really seemed to see the sun through the clouds, the gentle wind was blowing on the face, and it was so beautiful that Zhao Qinghe was stunned.

"Follow me to the back mountain lake to collect wind, and make a picture of the streams and mountains, no, it's a picture of the streams and mountains after the rain, and you are also included in the picture, what do you think?"

"Collecting scenery by the back mountain and lake? Draw me in too?" Zhao Qinghe's eyes widened, his heart was beating continuously, and he thought he was dreaming.

"Yes, as a favor from me, my painting book has a false name, and I won't exchange it for a thousand dollars. I know that your family is not short of money, so I will give you a painting. If you don't dislike it, are you willing to accept it?"

(End of this chapter)