Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Caolu didn't explain it clearly, but it turned out that the temple fair was the one held during the Qiqiao Festival.

"A Zheng, it's Qixi Festival, are you going on a date with me?"

Jingzhi leaned on the fence of the pavilion and looked at the thatched cottage.

The thatched cottager, who was bending over to dry books, stiffened and mumbled, "What a coincidence."

"It's just a coincidence." She pulled her hand away from Zhu Jiu's, looked at the nails he had painted with flowers, turned her head and smiled softly at him, "Thank you, Jiu, it looks very beautiful, I like it very much."

Zhu Jiu glanced at his pinched fingers, and a bad premonition came to his mind, "Jingjing, I'm a man, I don't need to dye."

Jingzhi raised an eyebrow, turned his hand over, and turned his half pink and half red nail in front of him, "This doesn't look good."

She rested her chin on Zhu Jiu's shoulder and turned her head to act coquettishly towards him, "Just dye it. The flower juice will come off easily after washing. Let's go out together tonight looking pretty."

Ajiu is beautiful?

Caolu wanted to laugh.

He turned his face back, spread out the book, and quickened the pace of drying the book with his hands.

He hadn't laughed for a few seconds when he heard Jingzhi cue him again.

"A Zheng, do you want to dye one too?"

Cao Lu stood up, holding the book and shaking his head firmly, "I don't need it."

Feeling the coolness on his fingernails, Zhu Jiu, knowing that he was powerless to save the situation, suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth and dragged Cao Lu into the water with him, "Brother Cao Lu, we agreed to be fair. How can we leave you out?"

Caolu: "..."

You kid! I just massaged your waist a little too hard, so why are you ungrateful?

Jingzhi chuckled and raised her head: "A Zheng, he's right, let's go together, your hands are pretty too, and they will definitely look better with painted nails."

Caolu turned around and handed the book to Xigui, telling her to spread it out properly to dry, then walked over and sat beside her.

"Then... then help me."

Jingzhi's eyebrows curved and she nodded immediately, "Don't worry, I will dye it evenly for you."

Zhu Jiu gloated over Jingzhi's misfortune and glanced at him with a faint smile. Cao Lu glared back at him, then lowered his eyes to observe Jingzhi's light red fingernails and praised him softly:

"nice."

"Really?" Jingzhi stretched out her slender fingers and extended them under his eyelids. "Jiu did it so well for me on my first try. I've learned his technique. I can do it!"

No matter what her skills were, he always felt that this thing was not something a man should touch.

But seeing how excited she was, he couldn't be a spoiler.

"Ajiu, everyone in this town knows me. You and I are born the same. Look..."

Zhu Jiu came back to his senses and said with a wary look on his face, "You're not going to stop me from leaving, are you?"

Want to go on a date with Jingzhiguo during Chinese Valentine's Day?

Impossible.

Caolu paused for a moment and shook his head helplessly. Ajiu was indeed a policeman, he was still so vigilant.

"What I mean is, you have to find a reason to explain your identity."

"Oh." Zhu Jiu put aside his worries and said indifferently, "Whatever you say, as long as it makes sense."

Jingzhi stopped, raised his head and looked around.

"How about...just say Jiu is your son?"

Cao Lu was furious: "Jingzhi! Am I really that old?"

Zhu Jiu: "Absolutely not!"

Jingzhi, who had angered two people with one sentence, touched his nose and looked at Zhu Jiu, "Didn't you say anything is fine?"

"You." Zhu Jiu gently pinched her cheek with his unstained hand. "I don't treat him as a son. Calling him Brother Caolu is already giving him face."

With her face pulled, Jingzhi was so obedient that she didn't dare to do anything naughty. "Then, then... just say that you are Zheng's long-lost brother, and you just found your way here to seek refuge with him."

Caolu: "Yes."

Zhu Jiu said reluctantly: "Okay."

It can be considered as restoring the facts.

Jingzhi: "If you want to go out, Jiu, you can't wear this. And your hair is too short. I'm afraid people will stare at you."

Black pants and a white shirt are very normal outfits in modern times, but here, they are completely out of place.

Zhu Jiu raised his chin towards the thatched cottage behind her, "He wore mine, and now I'm going to wear his."

"As for the hair... there seems to be no solution."

Cao Lu took a look at Zhu Jiu's medium-length hair and smiled gently, "No problem, just wear a futou."

"What is a futou?" she asked.

Caolu: "A square piece of cloth is used to wrap the hair from the forehead to the back, and then tied at the back of the head to secure it. Others will not notice anything unusual about it."

"Oh." Jingzhi turned and asked Zhu Jiu, "Are you going to grow your hair long in the future?"

Zhu Jiu frowned slightly, thought for a while, and then nodded, "Although we have enough gold and silver to spend, we can't play all day long."

"As a man, I have to find something to do. To earn money and support my family, I have to be visible, and growing my hair is a must."

Caolu: "Ajiu, have you ever thought about what you want to do for a living? Judging from your previous job, you're more than qualified to be a constable here."

Zhu Jiu's eyes fell on Jingzhi's hair, and then he shook his head, "Jingjing will be worried."

"How about we open a Taoist temple?" Zhu Jiu suggested.

The turtle suddenly raised its head and shouted towards us:

"My master just said no two days ago, Mr. Zhu Jiu, you should just give up on this idea."

Zhu Jiu looked back at the thatched cottage in confusion.

Caolu looked embarrassed, glared at Xigui, thought for a long time, and then nodded in agreement.

"You just made a point."

He gently took Jingzhi's hand, and said with red ears:

"From now on, I will be a family man and should take on the responsibilities of a man."

Jingzhi's face turned red all of a sudden.

We were talking about career planning, why is she involved again?

Jingyi sank into the thatched cottage's shoulder and said in a muffled and coquettish voice:

"Who is your family? You have taken back the bracelet, and you have also returned the watch and hairpin I gave you."

As soon as she finished speaking, something cold was immediately put back on her wrist, "I've been waiting for you to say that."

Cao Lu gently pushed her away and extended his hand towards her, "It was not my intention to take back the bracelet."

"It's time to return the things you gave me."

Jingzhi glanced at him, then raised her wrist and looked at the bracelet in the sun.

"Why is there gold foil here?"

The turtle stretched lazily and walked over, sitting opposite the three of them and gesticulating exaggeratedly to explain:

"When the Heavenly Gate opened that day, my master, my junior brothers and I were sucked back in."

"The bracelet fell to the ground and broke into two pieces."

"The token you sent is also missing, along with my master's sword, which was formed from his sword heart."

"Master's Wife, you don't know. He thought the broken bracelet was an omen. His sword heart was lost, and you were lost too. He could never find it again. So he kept pinching his empty wrist all day, as if he had lost his soul."

"...What happened next?" Cao Lu blushed and was about to glare at Xi Gui when she covered his eyes. "I want to hear it, don't stop him."

Cao Lu lost his confidence and grumbled for a long time before he said something harsh to the turtle opposite him, "You better stop it."

Xigui had a keen eye. In his opinion, his future mistress had already got his master under her thumb. He wanted to bring out all the ugly deeds of his master and tell them about them.

"Later, my master was unwilling to give up and took the bracelet to the town to ask someone to repair it. However, a small piece of jade was missing and no one dared to fix it, so he took it back and welded it himself."

"It took several welds to get it to where it is now. This is my master's first time doing this kind of work, so the weld is a little rough. Please don't mind."

Jingzhi looked at the gold foil that had been polished smoothly, tears welling in her eyes, and she choked up and said, "I don't mind."

Cao Lu struck while the iron was hot and pulled down her hands that were surrounding his eyes. "Jingzhi, I want to say it again if I didn't finish it before."

She sniffed: "Okay, I want to listen."

Looking at her focused eyes, his heartbeat began to accelerate, "You...you are willing to...marry..."

Just when he asked half of the question, Zhu Jiu covered his mouth. Cao Lu felt a lump in his chest and pulled his hand away unhappily.

"what are you doing?"

He could tolerate anything, but he couldn't tolerate being interrupted at a time like this.

Zhu Jiu just rubbed his clothes with his palm in disdain, glanced at him lightly, and said:

"Don't propose to her now. I'm not ready. She's not yours alone."

The little turtle gradually understood one thing.

It seems that his master is going to marry Mr. Zhu Jiu and share a wife.

Jingzhi wanted to agree directly, but when she saw Zhu Jiu's expression, she shut her mouth instantly and lowered her head to paint his nails.

She couldn't interfere in the war between the two, otherwise she would be accused of being biased.