Chapter 227 Chanting Poetry and Going to the Brothel Together
Although there is no beacon fire for three months, the family letter is still worth ten thousand gold.
The shopkeeper of the lantern shop brought a letter from home, and Baicaoshi wanted to pick it up, but Zhe Yu had already got it first.
"Give it to me." Baicaoshi stretched out her little hand.
"The letter was sent to me, why don't you read it together?" Oruha tore open the paper.
The handwriting is wild cursive, from the green-headed weed.
From ancient times to the present, the doctor's handwriting has always been "scribbled and unclear" as the first level. The letter is not too long, just a few strokes.
"Shishi went to find you, and I was so dazed thinking about you that I talked to pigeons every day. The base left a big stall for me, and my old arms and legs are going to be broken."
Zheyu suddenly felt that it was not so unacceptable for Baicaoshi to talk to Mumu earlier.
He stared at Baicao Poetry, Baicao Poetry supported her forehead, the character set was too broken, the master always exposed her faults, and he had to communicate with the master when he went back. But this period of time is really hard, master, forget it, let’s add chicken legs when I go back.
Zheyu didn't say anything, and took Baicaoshi's hand and walked out.
"Hey, Bao Yu, I'm a man now." Walking on the street, Baicaoshi poked the back of Zhe Yu's hand, reminding him cautiously.
In Zhe Yu's eyes, these little actions are simply fatally cute.
"Wouldn't it be nice for me to wear men's clothes?" Zhe Yu muttered sullenly.
Baicaoshi suspected that she was hallucinating, what did her flower of Gaoling say?
Hi clothes? suit?
Baicaoshi suddenly realized that the corners of her mouth were pulled to the back of her ears. This is definitely the warmest confession this winter. "Yes, yes, of course, this is a fact that no one can change."
East Market and West Market are both Yanjing's business districts, and they are almost the same in terms of scale and products. The reason why there are two is probably because Yanjing has a large population.
On Xianning Street, Baicaoshi saw adjacent shops, merchants gathering, and signboards fluttering in the wind.
Zhe Yu is like a conscientious tour guide, explaining to her carefully, "Do you still remember what Bu Zhan said in "Da Yan Feng Wu Zhi" about the appearance of Yan Jingdong City? Rare things are all accumulated. Here, the wine shops are concentrated in the same area, which is called a line. The inn where the goods are piled up is called a mansion. In Dongshi, there are pen shops, wine shops, book shops, iron shops, meat shops, and engraving and printing shops. Both."
Passing by the restaurant, the smell of mutton fills the street. Baicaoshi rubbed her belly, looked up at Zheyu, "I'm hungry."
"What do you want to eat?" Zhe Yu asked.
As soon as I looked up, there was a Wusheng mutton soup shop in front of me. Drinking mutton soup in winter is the most nourishing. "That's it, okay?"
Two people entered the small shop one after the other, and Zhe Yu shouted, "Shopkeeper, here is a basin of mutton and two bowls of steamed buns."
All right.
There are many people in the store, and the noise is endless. The informal people of Yanjing gulped down the mutton soup while downing their throats with spirits.
Passenger A: "Is the imperial court really going to restart the trade with Song State this time?"
Patron B pointed to his temple, "Talk about peace every day, it's hard not to listen to it. But this time, it's really good for us, Da Yan. At that time, the Song Dynasty will open two ports, with various loose terms, and those who are smart will definitely make money. "
Guest C: "You are going to inherit the title, Rong Shizi, and you are also interested in these?"
Rong Shizi, the eldest son of Rong Jinghou's mansion, Rong Su.
Rong Su snorted coldly: "Ake has gone to Wanzhou, and all the affairs in the mansion are covered by me, otherwise I really want... Besides, let the people of Song Dynasty take our money, and we are not allowed to take theirs? ?”
Passenger C: "Xia Jie, he should have a good relationship with your family, he is a classmate of your cheap brother. Your Xia family is about to take off, and he is very like Wu, Huang, Zi."
Diner A, Xia Jie, the second son of General Wu Lie Xia Ying.
The words of the Fifth Prince were spoken very lightly. To this day, this is still a big taboo.
"Cui Jiu, don't talk nonsense, my family doesn't know anyone who looks like woo woo woo."
Diner C, a descendant of the Cui family, is the nephew of Concubine Cui Shu and cousin of Ying Zheming.
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Before Yanjing, I don’t know how many officials there are, but Baicaoshi finally saw it. Whenever a name is called out, it has a head, a face and a background.
Baicaoshi patted the back of Zheyu's hand, smiled, "Heroic boy, I'm talking about you."
Slightly lame way of changing the subject, Oriha just smiled lightly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
The store’s food has arrived, and the mutton in the water basin is really real, bigger than the washbasin that Baicaoshi usually washes her face in, and the mutton in it is plentiful and fragrant.
Zhe Yu took a small bowl, and filled a bowl for Baicaoshi first, the spirit of a gentleman is in order.
"It's really fragrant, it's not much better than my duck delicacy." Baicaoshi smelled it, took a sip, and it was still very hot. "It would be even better with a little more angelica."
Zheyu also filled a bowl, "It's a time-honored brand. The gourmets in Yanjing even rated it. It's just... similar to the message wall you invented."
To put it bluntly, it is a celebrity commentary, and he knows all the routines.
The two of them were eating in full swing, and the small chat next to them continued.
Xia Jie asked: "Where do we go after eating?"
Cui Jiudao: "Walking around the Hongxiu Tianxiang Building? Today there are green songs and dances! Although it is not as good as the red songs, now it is also a dance."
Rong Su shook off his sleeves angrily, "My ancestors are still angry with my younger brother, whoever you want to go, anyway, I won't go."
Xia Jie and Cui Jiu laughed, "Don't regret if you don't go, let's go."
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The princes have already left, but Baicaoshi's gaze is still at the door. She finally remembered one thing, before leaving, what Hongqu asked her to do was to bring Lvge peace.
"Red sleeves are a place for nobles and gentlemen to enjoy themselves. Don't think about it, it's not suitable." Zhe Yu put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. It was completely different from the image that had just fallen into the world of fireworks.
Seeing the opportunity to visit the brothel in a fair and honest way, being strangled in the cradle by Zhe Yu, Baicaoshi had to fight for her rights. "My fair lady, gentlemen are so sweet. Brother, why don't I go? At worst, you can go with me."
Brother Zheyu: "..."
Being annoyed by the dramatist wife, he took a sip of tea, "I've never seen any wife, and urged my husband-in-law to go to the place of fireworks. You really are..."
Are you proud of being favored?
Of course, Oriha couldn't say this sentence.
Seeing that Xianggong was blown up, Baicaoshi hurriedly comforted him, and persuaded him in his ear, "Yu Bao, listen to me, didn't you tell me before that the land of fireworks is the most well-informed? I am looking for news, and I want to find someone .Before going out, Hongqu specifically told me to go and see her little sister, the oiran Luge. Surely you don’t want me to break my word when you are entrusted with loyalty?”
Zhe Yu pinched her earlobe, and dared to whisper into his ear, but she couldn't bear it, "You should avoid contacting Hongqu in the future."
Broken his wife. "Who are you looking for?"
"Great painter—Duan Shaoyi."
(end of this chapter)