PDLP Chapter 36 Spring rain is as precious as oil, and many stray dogs go to the capital.
Chapter 36 Spring rain is as precious as oil, and many stray dogs go to the capital.
"Luo, Luo'er, I... I will wait for you to come back in the capital!!"
Spring rain is as precious as oil; in the capital, there is a stray dog.
Lu Weiqian is like a stray dog.
He stood frozen outside the Xuanwu Gate, where spring rain pattered and bloodstains were everywhere, clutching Luo'er's sandalwood hairpin, unable to move for a long time.
The onlookers also knew to seek shelter from the rain. They understood that watching the spectacle was fine, but they couldn't afford to hurt themselves. After all, they were poor people, unlike this young master Lu who could afford to get soaked and express his feelings.
*Slap!* A medical bill came out, and just looking at the cost was enough to ruin these poor people.
So they are very pragmatic. When they get home, they will set up their telescopes and continue watching this good show in the rain!
"Young Master Lu, don't get caught in the rain. You'll hurt yourself and anger the Minister!"
Gong Tongbai, son of the Minister of Works, appeared immediately with Pang Er and a group of his school followers.
Young Master Lu was lost in his heartbreak and desires when he heard someone comforting him. He quickly looked down to see who it was.
Gong Tongbai, who was half a head shorter than him, and a group of schoolboy followers surrounded him, struggling to huddle under an oil-paper umbrella.
"Supply, supply the white?!"
"Pang, Pang Er???!!"
Lu Weiqian looked at his friends, who were huddled in the corner watching the show and then adding insult to injury, in shock. He rolled his eyes, speechless.
"Young Master Lu."
"Upon hearing the news of the Grand Tutor's assassination attempt, we immediately rushed here on horseback!"
"Waaaaah! I never imagined we'd be too late!!"
Faced with the questions, Pang Er cried and said that they had only just arrived at the scene. In fact, they had witnessed the whole thing from the rooftop of the No. 1 tavern in the capital.
[Replay of the past;]
"Hey hey hey!! Tong Bai, tsk tsk tsk, that old scholar is dead!"
Pang Er, spitting out grape seeds, sat on the open seat on the top floor, embracing the songstress, his face full of joy.
"Really? Let me see!"
After a moment's thought, Gong Tongbai removed his hand from the young man's slender waist and made a move to check on the situation.
"No! Young master, I've just offended her, and you're leaving again! Please, please don't abandon me!!"
A male prostitute coyly tried to persuade Gong Tongbai, his expression extremely seductive.
"Huh?! Can't I even leave for a moment?!" Gong Tongbai said with a pale face, and sat back down in his chair.
He reached out his long-nailed hand and plucked at the two spring blossoms embroidered on the young man's silk robe.
"Ah!!!!" The male prostitute also shouted at the top of his lungs.
"How despicable!!" The supply officer spoke coldly, his bloodthirsty and vicious eyes making the male prostitute both infatuated and terrified!
Pang Er couldn't bear to look at the extraordinary taste of the Minister of Works' son. He felt disgusted for a moment, but then he came to his senses and continued watching the play.
It's good that the old scholar is dead. He came from a poor family anyway, so why did he have to pretend to be so high and mighty?
Entering the imperial palace without taking a position or attaching oneself to anyone, death is a kind of liberation!
Feeling bored, Pang Er embraced the other singers and prepared to join Gong Tongbai in a one-shot kill.
Suddenly, a familiar, graceful figure came into his view: "Tong Bai, Young Master Luo! Young Master Luo has arrived too!"
"What?!"
Upon hearing that Qianqian Luo was also present, Gong Tongbai shoved the male prostitute aside and sat down on the open seat, his clear, piercing eyes fixed on the figure.
Pang Er savored the aftertaste, and continued to add to it without blushing or skipping a beat.
"Waaaaah~ Tongbai and I didn't eat lunch either, carrying our broken hearts, ignoring our family's objections! Waaaaah~"
"Ignoring my family's objections, I rode in my carriage, braving the spring rain, just to see the Grand Tutor one more time!!"
"I can't believe it! Waaaaah!"
Pang Er cried very seriously, as if he were mourning his own parents, wiping his snot and tears all over his sleeve.
"Yes! Young Master Lu, we really did run here in the pouring rain!!"
"Yes, Young Master Lu!!"
The students who patronized Bai Zhiguang, the son of the Minister of Works, at the No. 1 Restaurant in the capital, didn't pay a penny, and those who were known for getting things for free echoed this sentiment.
Lu Weiqian tucked the sandalwood hairpin into his sleeve and stared at his classmates, whose mouths were greasy and their bodies were covered in the smell of rouge. He almost suffered internal injuries and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He then looked at Pang Er, who was still crying and whose face still bore the red lipstick mark of the songstress. Enraged, he kicked the bastards.
"roll!!!"
"Ah!! Young Master Lu, please, please don't be angry! Waaaaah!!"
Having been slapped, Pang Er rushed forward to chase after Lu Weiqian, who was running wildly in the rain.
"Alright, Pang Er, you haven't wiped the red mark off your face yet; I give up, I'm going back to my residence now!" The son of the Minister of Works got into his carriage and reminded Pang Er.
"Yes, really! Is it that obvious to me?!" Pang Er asked the remaining followers after hearing Gong Tongbai's reminder.
The lackeys stared at the large red lipstick mark on Young Master Pang's face, and all lowered their heads, indicating: This is hard to judge!!!
"Damn it! You bunch of bastards, how dare you not warn me?!"
"You made me look bad in front of Young Master Lu, ughh!"
Pang Er, in a fit of rage, unleashed a flurry of kicks on his remaining henchmen before finally calming down and leaving.
The East Palace Star-Gazing Pavilion.
His Highness the Crown Prince, holding a telescope, watched the farce unfold thoughtfully in the fine spring rain.
"Your Highness, Young Master Luo has gone to Wuzhou alone. Should we go and provide assistance?!" Mei Zifeng received the secret report from Flying Eagle and spoke up immediately.
"Hmph! This Grand Tutor Ma did me a favor in my younger days!"
The little tyrant pondered for a moment, then spoke again.
"With Young Master Luo here to protect us at the funeral!"
"Your Young Master Luo is truly a prophet, possessing almost supernatural powers!! Humph!"
Qing Tingyu flung his sleeves and left the observatory, his face full of anger.
With uncanny foresight and almost supernatural abilities, Qianqianluo is traveling day and night without eating or drinking.
She remembered that in the original book, the little tyrant also had people escort his teacher's coffin to his hometown in Wuzhou, which took only one day and one night.
But when the rainy season came, the mountain was cold and flooded, and the mountain road leading to the hometown of Taifu in Wuzhou collapsed and was blocked by yellow mud and filth.
The mountain roads in Wuzhou are anything but flat.
She traveled for a day and a night and finally arrived at the flat mountain road in Wuzhou.
But the torrential rain poured down, constantly soaking the coffin.
Qianqian plucked countless broad leaves from the mountain and laid them one by one on the coffin to prevent the Grand Tutor's body from getting wet in the downpour.
Soaked to the bone and covered in filth, Qianqian's disheveled hair made her look like a famine victim starving to death.
After a moment of contemplation, and seeing the road blocked by mud, she realized that the little tyrant had also encountered a rainstorm when he sent people to escort the coffin, and that his guards had found a cave on Pingtu Mountain.
Thinking of this, she carried the coffin and hurried up the mountain.
The mountain was slippery at night, but Qianqianluo steadily carried the coffin into the abandoned cave.
Only after moving the coffin to a sheltered cave did she dare to collapse onto the filthy leaves and broken branches, gasping for breath.
The cold rain stung her back, rubbing against the bruises and scars. Her lips were pale and delicate. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, opened her arms, and opened her mouth to receive the heavenly dew to quench her thirst.