Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

Chapter 223 You Changqing

The rain in August comes as soon as it starts. Just now the sky was clear and the sun was scorching, but now it is covered with ink and the wind is raging.

Not long after the carriage turned into the forest path, one of its wheels sank deeply into a mud pit.

Mu Yao had walked this official road no less than ten times, and it had always been smooth. Why was there a ravine today?

There was no one around, so Mu Yao got off the carriage holding a lotus leaf umbrella.

"Miss, why don't you take shelter from the rain under a tree nearby? I estimate it will take a while here." Li Dan wiped his face and said worriedly.

In this horrible weather, the bean-sized raindrops hit my face, and each drop could create a splash of water, making my face hurt.

Mu Yao found an old elm tree with lush branches and leaves. As soon as she stood under the tree, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, accompanied by a rumbling thunder.

She gripped the umbrella handle tightly, sighed softly, and moved it back to its original position.

The heavy rain poured down at an angle, crackling on the umbrella, like big and small pearls falling on a jade plate, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

In an instant, her dress was soaked and stuck to her body, and the strong wind made her feel cold all over.

To make matters worse, a strong wind suddenly blew up and blew the lotus leaf umbrella in her hand away in an instant.

Gazing into the distance at the sky, the "lotus leaves" fluttered in the air until they disappeared without a trace, and then Mu Yao reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

"A chirp!"

She shuddered, shrank back and hugged her arms.

"Li Dan, let me help you." Mu Yao took a deep breath and rubbed her hands.

Just as she was about to go forward to help, a carriage drove up and slowly stopped beside her.

A top-grade black horse for walking on snow, an oversized windproof canopy, a frame made of old nanmu wood with golden threads, and intricate hollow carvings.

Good horse! Good car! Good work!

"Miss? Do you need me to give you a ride?"

A cold voice came from the carriage. Through the slightly lifted curtain, Mu Yao could only see a section of the sleeves of a dark green-patterned robe.

The embroidery threads on Yunqi'erlang's robes are mostly gold and silver threads. The colors of the embroidery threads on this robe are very special.

Mu Yao was shivering in the rain, looking miserable, but she did not move at all and cast her gaze towards Li Dan.

The wheel was probably not just stuck in the hole, but cracked.

With a "crack", Mu Yao felt that she was split into two halves. She shifted her gaze to the dark figure again and pursed her lips.

You Changqing chuckled. This girl seemed to be in a dilemma.

"If you keep standing like this, you'll get sick. Where are you going? I can give you a ride."

"Li Dan, get in the car first." Mu Yao said after weighing the pros and cons.

Li Dan sat next to the coachman. Mu Yao twisted her wide sleeves, skirt and hair, and climbed into the carriage carefully.

When the curtain was drawn, a white lotus jade hand stretched out from the carriage.

Mu Yao's eyes froze, and her raised little hand hung in the air.

The lotus jade hand turned over the palm and lifted the heavy door curtain, motioning her to come in.

You Changqing sat with his knees crossed, staring at Mu Yao with deep eyes. The divine face he saw up close seemed clearer and more captivating than when he saw it from afar in the dense forest that day.

The beauty's black hair was wet and spread to her waist. Her smooth and white forehead was dotted with jade beads, which fell from the tip of her eyebrows to her slightly upturned eyelashes, swayed in a circle, and dripped onto the white back of her hand along the arc of her light blink.

She looked a little nervous, sitting upright with her arms slightly clenched, and from time to time she paid attention to the rain dripping from the hem of her skirt.

The cramped space was filled with the delicate scent of gardenia. You Changqing hadn't smelled such a pure scent for a long time, and couldn't help but take a few more breaths. The insect king in his body seemed to like this fragrance as well, and it gradually entered a dormant state, making You Changqing's body suddenly become light and comfortable.

This change surprised him greatly, and the inquiry hidden in his eyes became even more intense.

Mu Yao didn't look up, but she could sense his slightly aggressive gaze, so she turned her body slightly to avoid his sight.

The words of greeting and gratitude that were on the tip of his tongue were suddenly uttered in embarrassment.

The slender figure was clearly visible under the wet skirt, especially the waist, which was so thin that it seemed as if it would break if bent.

The color of You Changqing's eyes became darker and darker, so dark that it seemed to hide emotions that he himself could not understand.

"Put it on." He took off his black cloak and handed it to Mu Yao.

Mu Yao was slightly surprised, and raised her head suddenly, and their eyes met.

This is a face that will never be forgotten.

Erlang looked about the same age as Ji Qi, with long black hair that glowed a faint green in the dim carriage. His skin was a sickly pale color, but his appearance was stunningly beautiful.

His narrow eyes were filled with intense gloom, his nose was high, his lips were bright red, and his curves were cold. The most eye-catching thing was the tiny cinnabar mole under the corner of his left eye.

The thick eyelashes were long, slender and slightly curled, casting a shadow, making the red mole appear faintly and adding a bit of charm.

The green Xuan suit perfectly outlined the muscles of his upper body without any excess.

His expression was cold yet charming, charming but not coquettish, and coquettish but not frivolous.

In terms of beauty, she is slightly inferior to Shi Jingchan. In terms of temperament, she has a unique and unrivaled charm.

The five cold white fingers of his right hand moved rhythmically on his knee, as if waiting for something.

"Where are you going?" You Changqing asked indifferently, but his eyes curled up slightly. It seemed that this girl, like him, liked her real appearance very much.

Mu Yao smoothed her hair, retracted her inappropriate gaze and said quickly, "Thank you for your help, sir. Let's go to No. 78 Lanping Street."

You Changqing stopped beating the rhythm with his fingers, took out a chrysanthemum-patterned silk handkerchief from his arms and handed it to her.

"I live at No. 56 Lanping Street. We're on the way."

Such a coincidence?

Mu Yao was startled, her eyes fell on the silk handkerchief, and she hesitated whether to take it.

Right now, she really needed a dry handkerchief.

"Wipe your face." You Changqing emphasized the last word. Mu Yao no longer hesitated, took the chrysanthemum handkerchief, turned sideways, wiped the moisture off her face, and then shook the handkerchief open, pressing her wet hair a few times.

"The girl's hair color is very beautiful."

You Changqing's unexpected words made Mu Yao pause.

"Can you see the color of my hair?" She looked at the man in front of her in shock.

Does this guy have a pair of X-ray eyes? In such a dim environment, he can still see that his wet hair is wine brown?

"Young Master, you have a good eye!" Mu Yao admired sincerely.

She folded the chrysanthemum handkerchief neatly and held it in her palm. After thinking for a moment, she said, "May I know your name, sir? I will go back and wash the cloak and handkerchief and give them back to you?"

"Thank you, young lady. The green mountains are majestic and evergreen. My surname is You and my name is Changqing."

"The word 'Evergreen' means in accordance with nature, peace and tranquility. The meaning of your name is very good. You will definitely be a blessed person." Receiving the favor, Mu Yao followed up the words and praised him.

"A blessed person?" You Changqing repeated in a low voice.

He lived for thirty-one years and suffered a lot, but he never enjoyed the slightest bit of happiness.

Mu Yao was keenly aware of his mood changes, and her calm eyes seemed to glow with green light.

She was startled and blinked and looked again. You Changqing's pupils were as black as ink, without any abnormality.

After one stick of incense, we arrived at Guiqi Garden.

You Changqing took out an umbrella from the secret cabinet at his feet and handed it to Mu Yao, saying, "Miss, I haven't been told your name yet."

Mu Yaofu looked embarrassed, and said with a shy smile: "Mu Yao, Mei Yuyao, I'm sorry."

"Miss Mu, you are too polite. We will meet again." You Changqing watched Mu Yao walk up the steps of Guiqi Garden with a smile on his lips. There was still a smile in his eyes until the carriage turned around and left.

The five fingers of the right hand rotate quickly on the knee again.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The Insect King woke up.

You Changqing took out the old man's skin from the wooden box beside him and put it on. The Insect King's movements suddenly slowed down.

The piercing pain suddenly turned into a slight tingling sensation.

He stared at an irreparable hole on the back of his hand, a green light flashed in his eyes, and his three thousand black hair fluttered in the dark, and each strand of hair emitting a faint green fluorescence was quickly covered with a thin layer of silver light.