Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 41

The big people came to Yancheng, and the inns in the city were almost full of people, and the inn where Yan Cheng came to Yancheng for a long time did not even have lower-class rooms left.

Yao Shaoqing saw the embarrassment of the two, and took out a piece of suet white jade from his sleeve, which was engraved with the pattern of auspicious clouds, forming a complex character "Qing".

"We have booked a few rooms at Xiangyu Inn. If the two of you don't dislike it, you can take this jade pendant to the inn."

Yan Cheng hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out and taking the jade pendant, his skin touching the jade pendant. To the warm and delicate touch, it is a good jade pendant.

"Thank you, Princess." The

four quickly parted ways at a fork in the city. Yao Shaoqing and he got into the carriage and went to the inn. Song Jinshu walked slowly into the city with his hands.

Yancheng is no better than Youdu. There are not many pedestrians on the streets. The shops are open and business is sluggish. There are several tables in the teahouse.

It is not hot in June and July in Yancheng, and there is a breeze blowing on both sides of the street. Song Jinshu's light blue gauze is blown gently, and the faint scent of osmanthus nectar on his body drifts into the nose of the people around him. .

Yan Cheng's mind moved slightly, and his fingers pinched Song Jinshu's palm lightly or heavy.

There are more and more trees on both sides of the street, watching Yan Cheng take him farther and farther, Song Jinshu gently tugged at Yan Cheng's sleeves and looked at him suspiciously.

The meaning of this is obvious, it is asking where Yan Cheng is going.

Thinking of what Doctor Wang said, Yan Cheng pretended not to understand, and returned with a puzzled look.

"What's wrong?"

Song Jinshu had been depressed for a few days, and he was not very willing to talk anymore. Hearing Yan Cheng asking him back, he simply followed Yan Cheng silently and stopped making a sound.

But Yan Cheng didn't let him go easily.

On the street, he turned his head and kissed him on the face, his soft lips brushing against his cheek, causing a slight tremor. Song Jinshu only felt that the place where Yan Cheng had kissed was on fire, and the fire spread along the skin to the base of his neck, and his skin that was exposed to the air turned pink.

The passers-by who passed by turned their heads to look this way.

"Yes, on the street, on the street."

Song Jinshu covered his kissed cheek, lowered his head to reveal the smooth and slender back of his neck, and did not dare to raise his head, for fear of the curious and inquiring eyes of passersby.

Yan Cheng didn't feel wrong at all. Instead, he looked at Song Jinshu and said a little aggrievedly, "Don't you just want me to kiss you when you look at me?" He quickly crossed the inside of the frame, "It's because I didn't kiss well, so Jinshu is still not satisfied?"

Song Jinshu was so amused that he couldn't raise his head, the shy pink spread from behind his ears into the back collar, and his voice was so small that even his own It was almost incomprehensible, "No, it's not."

Only then did Yan Cheng look surprised, holding Song Jinshu's hand and walking forward as if no one else was beside him.

"Did I guess wrong, every time you look at me without speaking, I want to kiss you."

Song Jinshu wanted to reach out and cover Yan Cheng's unforgiving mouth, and heard him say in his ear: "You I didn't say anything, so I had to do what I thought."

"So, what did you want to ask?"

The vision in front of me suddenly became clear, the palm trees on both sides gradually turned into peach forests in full bloom, and the stone steps meandered. Going up, you can vaguely see the top of the stone pavilion.

The answer was about to come out, but Song Jinshu still answered obediently, "I want to ask, ask you, where are you going."

Yan Cheng raised Song Jinshu's hand to his mouth with satisfaction, and kissed the back of his hand again.

Song Jinshu seemed to have been stabbed by a needle, so he quickly retracted his hand and stumbled, "Why, why, still kissing?"

Yan Cheng was overjoyed to see him like this, he only regretted that he was not in the inn now. A shady idea cannot be put into practice.

"Yancheng's Ruyi Pavilion is very famous. It is said that as long as you hang your wishes in the pavilion, you will be able to do it."

Yan Cheng is for himself. He has been preoccupied these days. .

Song Jinshu's eyes were slightly wet, and the palm held by Yan Cheng was slightly warm, and the ironing went all the way to his heart.

Ruyi Pavilion is built on the mountainside, surrounded by peach trees, and the aroma of peach blossoms blows.

A few days ago, it rained continuously, and the mountain path was still a little muddy. The light pink peach blossoms were blown off by the wind, and the ground was covered with a full layer. When you step on it, the juice is overflowing, and even the soles of the shoes are filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

The stone steps are not long, about a hundred steps, and soon you can see the whole picture of Ruyi Pavilion.

The pavilion is covered with red streamers all around, and there are small wooden signs hanging from the streamers, which are filled with wishes in ink.

Yan Cheng pulled Song Jinshu to stand in front of the table, each of them took a wooden plaque, each holding one bent down and wrote down the prayer in their hearts.

The breeze from the mountains hit, and the small wooden sign was swayed left and right, and the adjacent wooden signs collided gently, making a crisp sound.

Song Jinshu hung the wooden sign in his hand on the fence outside the pavilion.

The wooden sign turned gently, and the side with the words on the wooden sign hanging on Yan Cheng slowly rotated, Song Jinshu could see the contents clearly.

- Jinshu is safe.

After leaving the pavilion, it started to rain again, and the two returned to Xiangyu Inn without delay.

However, I saw a lot of horses parked outside the inn. These horses were all horseshoes and were used by officers and soldiers.

"Why are there so many officials and horses parked outside?" The

shopkeeper didn't know the inside story, so he took the jade pendant that Yan Cheng handed over, reserved a guest room for the two of them on Yao Shaoqing's account, and told them what he knew, "Listen. It is said that the official ditch next to the post station collapsed and several people were drowned. The imperial court sent someone down to deal with the matter. Prince Duan transferred his own guards from Yancheng, and those officials and horses belonged to Prince Duan." The

two used jade pendants . After changing to the room, Song Jinshu's clothes were soaked in the rain, and a light gauze covered his body, which perfectly outlined his figure. There were many guests sitting on the first floor of the inn eating tea. Glancing at Song Jinshu who entered the store, his eyes were fixed.

Yan Cheng took off his robe and put it on Song Jinshu's body, blocking his warm gaze for him.

The guest room was at the end of the third floor. As soon as the two of them walked to the door, they saw the door of the opposite room being pushed open. Liu Cong came out of the room with clear water, and saw Song Jinshu's originally serious face slightly froze. "Jinshu, you guys are back." Liu Cong was in a hurry

to pour the water, so he had to stop Song Jinshu and the two, "Don't go in yet, I have something for you."

go.

Yan Cheng's face sank, and he dragged Song Jinshu's hand into the room.

"Eh—" Song Jinshu pointed to the door, indicating that Liu Cong still had something to look for himself.

"Don't worry about him, this is the second time you've met him. Why is he bothering you like this, he must be uneasy and kind. His room is right across from us, and he must have arranged it. He doesn't look like a good person."

Yan As Cheng said, he took off Song Jinshu's wet coat, wringed out a towel and wiped his body to prevent him from contracting the cold.

The towel wiped to his waist, Song Jinshu's whole body trembled slightly, and he forgot what he wanted to say.

Liu Cong, who came back after pouring the water, saw that there was no one in the corridor, so he had to turn around and enter his room.