flstandardbreds Chapter 787: Green Plum Drunk (25)
Chapter 787: Green Plum Drunk (25)
A carriage made of ebony, decorated with bright red silk that was almost too dark, appeared eerily and swaying on the crowded street, with no one driving it and the sound of horses' hooves clattering.
Two large lanterns, one red and one white, hung from the front of the carriage, one on the left and one on the right, complementing the black wooden carriage draped with red silk. The carriage was still unmanned.
Even though it was daytime, it felt chilly and eerily cold just by looking at it, with gusts of wind blowing.
The sound of horses' hooves clattered as they moved forward.
Many people gave way and kept their distance to make way for the carriage.
Cheng Hui, who came here to provide free medical treatment to the poor, wearing coarse linen clothes, had never seen such a scene before, and was the first to squeeze to the front to see.
Only after the carriage had gone far away did people in the area who knew the situation begin to discuss it.
That was the ghost carriage of the new leader of the Heart Destroyer Cult. It wandered around everywhere, and at night it would light up red and white lanterns and travel on the road. There was no one driving the carriage, and a person in red was sitting inside. It was hard to tell if it was a man or a woman. It was terrifying.
The former leader's float was much better; it smelled wonderful wherever it went. He would randomly pick flowers and give them to young girls, who were so captivated by it that they wanted to marry him on the spot.
Unfortunately, he became a monk.
No one knows why.
Cheng Hui knew the former leader; it was Gu Feibai, and his car did indeed run on gas.
But this new one...
I've never seen it before.
I heard that not long after taking office, the Heart Destroyer Cult, which had been developing rapidly, was completely turned into a covert operation within just a few days, buried in all walks of life and in every corner.
Cheng Hui had no time to care about these things. With his basket of herbs on his back, he looked like a kind, soft-hearted, and poor good doctor.
He's been doing free clinics in various places lately, going wherever he happens to be.
Because he was free and had superb medical skills, he took away the livelihoods of many people wherever he went. Seeing that he was alone, dressed thinly, and looked weak, Cheng Hui was often driven away by various pharmacies or had someone hired to kill him.
They didn't expect that the frail doctor they were besieging and strangling actually knew a little bit of martial arts after putting down his basket.
I accidentally hit you hard, and now I'm carrying a basket on my back. I also have some medical knowledge.
It's infuriating.
Pretend you don't see it.
...
After finishing his free clinic in the city, Cheng Hui carried a basket on his back and walked along the mountain path, collecting medicinal herbs and visiting any villages he encountered to check on any unusual or difficult-to-treat illnesses.
night.
The moonlight hid in the clouds, leaving only boundless darkness hanging in the sky, with not a single ray of light penetrating.
Cheng Hui rested by burning a pile of firewood in the dense forest, where he also found a few taro roots given to him by the local people.
Having grown accustomed to such hardship, Cheng Hui sat idly by the fire, poking at the food in the flames with a stick.
The taro wasn't ripe yet, but martial artists have sharp ears and eyes. Cheng Hui heard the distant, rhythmic sound of horses' hooves approaching him in the deep of night, appearing in the woods like a death knell, drawing ever closer.
The pitch-black wooden carriage was tied with dark red silk, and a red and a white lantern hung in front of the carriage to guide the way.
The carriage seemed deserted, as if no one was driving it. However, the evening breeze lifted the black curtain, revealing half of the profile of the person in red sitting inside. The person had a smile on their lips, fair and flawless skin, wore red clothes, and had black hair. They sat obediently like a bride about to get married.
Such a strange carriage was approaching in his direction.
Sitting behind the fire, Cheng Hui stared intently at the approaching carriage, his body tense with vigilance.
Over the years, he has offended quite a few people in the underworld.
Sure enough, the eerie carriage stopped in front of Cheng Hui. The firelight in front of him was reflected on the dark logs being dragged behind the horses, making the red ribbons appear exceptionally bright red.
Cheng Hui heard breathing sounds coming from inside the carriage, but not knowing the other person's skill level, he could only reach for the poisoned hidden weapon at his waist, waiting for a fatal blow.
"elder brother."
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly came from inside the car.
It was faint, like an evening breeze blowing across a calm lake; the breeze went away, but ripples still spread across the water.
Cheng Hui's tense heart was stirred up by the sound of the falling stone.
Cheng Hui doubted that he had misheard.
Until there was movement inside the carriage, the familiar bell on my ankle rang.
A tall man in red appeared as the black curtain was lifted by his fingers. He had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, naturally red lips, and long, silky hair. A small gold ornament held down the hair on his right ear, making him look noble and refined.
The red dress was illuminated by the firelight Cheng Hui lit the moment it appeared.
In the dead of night in the deep mountains, perhaps a mountain spirit appeared before him in the form of his beloved, whom he had been longing for day and night, luring him step by step into its trap.
Cheng Hui thought he had been poisoned by the roasted taro, so he raised his hand and bit himself.
hiss……
painful.
Because of this bite, a person dressed in bright red stepped down from the carriage, smiled slightly, and sat down next to him. She took Cheng Hui's arm, which had left a tooth mark, and without asking Cheng Hui's opinion, gently placed it to her lips and slowly kissed the slightly painful tooth mark with her warm lips, while Cheng Hui stared blankly at her.
As I kissed my arm, the person sitting very close to me suddenly looked up with those captivating eyes, slightly curved, gazing at me with a smile.
Cheng Hui swallowed hard, his throat dry and his breathing rapid, and called out uncertainly, "Zhao'er..."
The man in front of him smiled even more beautifully, took his hand with the teeth marks on it, interlocked their fingers, and placed it on his heart: "Yes, brother, I'm here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in red was suddenly tackled to the ground by Cheng Hui. Cheng Hui used his other hand to protect the man's head, and he pinned the man to the ground. His breath was hot and filled with the longing that had been building up for many years. Cheng Hui took the initiative to kiss the man's lips to express his love for him, which had not diminished over the years but had become stronger with the passage of time.
Jiang Que, who was pounced on and forcibly kissed, was stunned for a moment, then his eyes curved into a smile. He raised his hand, grabbed Cheng Hui's head, flipped him over, and pressed him down to change positions, intensifying and prolonging the kiss that had started with Cheng Hui.
“Brother…” Jiang Que’s breathing was a little heavy. He looked at Cheng Hui with eyes as thick as an unyielding ink, dark and gloomy, as if he could be wrapped up in the ink and dismantled at any moment.
Cheng Hui was somewhat afraid.
But he was bound by a shackle called desire, and the other end of the shackle was held in the hand of the person in front of him.
Only after his silent consent did the man chuckle and embrace him, breaking through the barriers and holding him firmly in his arms.
Cheng Hui didn't know how much time had passed before she finally remembered something, and, still not quite conscious, pushed the person away, saying, "I... I'm dirty."
"Not dirty."
Jiang Que lowered his head to kiss him, and with one hand held Cheng Hui's hand that was pushing him, locking it to the ground where Cheng Hui was using his own red clothes as a cushion.
...
...
Cheng Hui hadn't expected this.
Three years later, when they met again, their first time together would be on such an impulsive and simple night in the wild.
Behind him, the embers of the fire gradually faded as no more firewood was added, and his dinner, the burnt taro, remained inside.
...
early morning.
The mountain air was thick with dew, and the ashes from the firewood on the ground were dampened and clung to the ground. There were also a few pitiful taro roots that had been burned to charcoal but still retained their original shape.
There was no one near the fire, only a red coat lying on the ground, with obvious signs that someone had slept on it.
Meanwhile, on a carriage that had also been left overnight, the horses outside were grazing on the tender grass still covered with morning dew.
Inside the carriage, which was covered with soft fur, black curtains blocked out the light from outside.
The two men who had been sleeping outside were now snuggling together inside the car, covered with brocade quilts, fast asleep.
Cheng Hui's exposed shoulder revealed Jiang Que, who was awake but hadn't opened his eyes yet. He just kept holding Cheng Hui, his fingers unconsciously rubbing against Cheng Hui's skin on his shoulder.
Cheng Hui felt itchy and moved, trying to get rid of the hand by burrowing into Jiang Que's arms.
This amused Jiang Que, who, despite having his eyes closed, continued to reach out and tease him.
Until you manage to wake them up.