Fang Jinshu knew that there were several hunters living on the two nearby hills.
However, because the nuns were all nuns, the monks were merciful and could not see the scene of killing.
They also knew this kind of seclusion, and never came here to hunt.
According to Comet, because of this, there are many more animals in the vicinity of Joi-an than on other hills.
This can be regarded as the merit of the Pure Clothes Temple, and the Buddha blesses the living beings on this side.
It's just that Fang Jinshu came unfortunately, he happened to meet the winter day, and he couldn't see any animals.
The rain was loud, and the black figure was getting closer and closer, and its face was clearly visible.
Seeing the appearance of the person who came, Fang Jinshu was shocked, and couldn't help but take half a step back.
The deep dark eyes, the thin lips that are gently pursed, even in such an embarrassment, are still as tall as a bamboo.
He, not Quan Moxian, who else could he be?
This is really unjust, the more people you don't want to see, the more you will meet them so coincidentally, Fang Jinshu thought in his heart.
In his previous life, it was precisely because of his secret twists that the Fang family was tragically destroyed.
She didn't know the reason behind this incident, and she hadn't figured out what attitude to use towards Quan Moxian, and she met again unprepared.
Just, how did he end up here?
At this time, Quan Moxian also saw two little girls sheltering from the rain in the mountain wall.
He froze and hesitated for a moment in the rain before leaving.
Seeing the person clearly, Fang Fei had already waved her arms briskly and shouted, "Gongzi Quan!"
Here, here!
In Fang Fei's opinion, he was the benefactor who saved the two.
"Girl, it's Gongzi Quan!"
Fang Jinshu had already adjusted his mood and raised his voice: "Please raise someone to come in and take shelter from the rain." ” Before she entered, she had looked at the terrain around her, and only here was a protruding mountain wall, three feet square below, just enough to accommodate a few people to shelter from the rain.
Other than that, there is no other shelter from the rain.
Although it is important to guard men and women, she is still young, and she can't watch the benefactor who once saved her find another place in the heavy rain.
Quan Moxian wiped a handful of rain on his face, and looked at it, it turned out to be the two little girls he had met on the way to Beijing.
What a coincidence!
He went under the mountain wall and brought with him a body of moisture.
The square scarf with his hair tied up drooped softly, and the rain kept dripping down the black scarf he was wearing.
He lifted the hem of his shirt, wrung the water, and asked, "Why are you here?"
” Glancing at the monk's robe Fang Jinshu was wearing, he remembered the Jingyi Nunnery not far from here, and his heart was extremely curious.
Isn't she the granddaughter of the Shangshu family of the Ministry of Rites, how could she be here?
Could it be that he left home at such a young age?
But she still has her hair, and she doesn't look like she is out of home.
Since he passed the entrance examination of Songxi Academy, he has been studying in the academy, and he is fully preparing for the spring festival in two years.
It is very appropriate to describe it as not asking about things outside the window.
Therefore, he didn't know that the Empress Dowager had a dream in Beijing.
Otherwise, with his ability, he can deduce from it that the reason for this is the reason.
At this time, Quan Moxian was not the criminal department secretary who was invisible, not angry and arrogant.
He is only a seventeen-year-old boy, and although he has experienced the warmth and coldness of human affection, he still retains a strong curiosity in his heart.
At this time, he felt that both times were in unexpected circumstances, and it was too coincidental to meet Fang Jinshu, a little girl!
In particular, he has had a habit of asking questions since he was a child.
If something seems strange and unreasonable, and he can't find the reason, he will not be able to let go, and he will even toss and turn at night and have trouble sleeping.
However, his upbringing also told him that this was the privacy of others and should not be prying eyes.
In case of this little girl from the Fang family, what is the unspeakable hardship, isn't it revealing people's scars.
He stood there on the way into the mountain wall, putting down what he was carrying, and was more than a foot away from the two of them.
Quan Moxian twisted the water absentmindedly, and these entanglements in his heart reached his face.
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Fang Jinshu saw it in his eyes, guessed what he was thinking, and felt that the young man in front of him was a little cute.
Unexpectedly, the black-faced Quan Moxian had such a teenage time.
Fang Fei didn't think so much, and replied: "My girl was here to chant the Queen Mother, and she only came at the end of September.
What about you?
” Quan Moxian suddenly realized that this was the case.
He had a clear mind, thinking of Fang Jinshu's abduction, and in an instant, he figured out the cause and effect relationship, and guessed eight or nine.
It turned out that the elders of the Fang family managed to send her here for the sake of her reputation.
This is the best solution to block the mouths of the people.
Quan Moxian nodded secretly in his heart, the Fang family is worthy of being a scholarly family, the family style is upright, and it is also an upright path.
After wringing out some of the water in his robe, he took out a fire fold from his bosom and rejoiced, "It's okay, it's not wet." ” The two little girls on the other side were still young, but he was also cautious not to get half a step closer.
Fang Jinshu and Fang Fei were on the left, and he was on the right.
They tore down some dry branches and vines from the mountain wall and piled them up in the clearing between them.
Seeing his appearance, Fang Fei knew what he was going to do.
In the inner part of the mountain wall, he found a big stone that was still clean, used the silk handkerchief he was carrying, and helped Fang Jinshu to make it.
I also helped collect some branches and dead vines and put them aside.
Quan Moxian lit the fire, blocked the fire with his body, and lit the pile of dead branches.
Playing with a long branch, the flames quickly rushed up and crackled the branches.
Fang Jinshu sat on the boulder, holding his cheeks and watching all this curiously, Quan Moxian and Fang Fei were obviously more capable of surviving than her in such a wilderness.
Some of the branches had moisture in them, and as they burned, they released pale blue smoke and drifted up.
Fang Jinshu rubbed his eyes, the smoke was a little smoky.
However, with the fire, the small space under the mountain wall suddenly became warmer.
With the two of them here, it was inconvenient for Quan Moxian to take off his robe.
He found a stone to use as a stool, and approached the fire to roast his soaked robe.
He took off the square scarf from his hair and set up a rack by the fire to roast it.
Without the hair bundle, his long hair was so loose that it was as smooth and thick as charcoal, adding a little softness to his somewhat cold face.
His clothes were soaked by the rain and clung to his body, outlining his strong lines.
The firelight jumped in his eyes, and a thin line of black hair hung from behind his ears to his chest, lining his sharp nose and slender sword eyebrows, which became more and more flawless.
He hated the hair being too much of a nuisance, and pushed his slender fingers back.
This action is inadvertently full of temptation.
If they were seen by those big girls and little daughters-in-law in Beijing, I am afraid that they would scream regardless of their image.
Rao is Fang Jinshu has always had a grudge against him, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how can there be such a demon in the world!
The rain on his robe was steaming with heat.
After his body was slightly dry, he turned around and took what he had put on the ground before and brought it to the fire.