Chapter 4 Who has a good story

Author: Keyu

Chapter 4 Who has a good story

Time flies, Empress Wende is about to die for two years, and Princess Little Shizi is nearly five years old.

The little palace maid with round faces that year had grown into a lucky palace maid.

Caizhu felt deeply the kindness of Empress Wende back then, and he also felt deeply destined to be with the little princess. He always cared about everything around the little princess and loved her with all her love. She had experience in asking for education and health care from the elderly nanny in the palace. She even practiced the guidance techniques of strengthening the body and the Five Animal Show. She only wanted the little princess to learn one or two moves with her when she was happy. It would be good to be strong if she was a little bit strong.

Princess Yizi knew that Caizhu really loved her and was quite attached to this aunt who loved Yizi and food. Caizhu regretted that the princess was born weak and lost, and she didn't know how much she had secretly fucked.

However, even if the emperor cherishes it and the waiter is dedicated, picking pearls even wants to sleep and take care of it, and it will not make the princess healthy. The little princess named "Shizi" is not as strong as a rhino. In fact, she is as thin as a lotus leaf stem after autumn, and she is often sick, which really makes people around her heart worried.

I will not express the affairs of the Daming Palace for the time being, so let’s see the street people on Chang’an.

Han Er is a famous idle scattered on the streets of Chang'an. Recently, he has been sleeping in his own house and has been basking in the sun. The pots and jars at home are as clear as water. The Ye Kui Lu Valley under the windowsill has been pulled out to satisfy his hunger.

On this day, he pressed the empty belly and no place to go. There was no way to find a mouth in the yard of his home. Even the mice were not very much recently, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He didn't think about where to make money at the moment, so he couldn't starve to death! He smashed his empty mouth twice, wandered around the smooth house twice, and went to the bed to find a jacket that he had changed a month ago.

The cold was over and the air was warm, so I didn't need to wear this jacket anymore. Seeing that the collar of the jacket was decorated with two good sheepskin, Han Er nodded with satisfaction: I still have some wealth! So he picked up the jacket on his shoulders, shook his arms, and prepared to work as a pawnshop for two money.

When I arrived at the entrance of the alley, I saw Li San, who was usually familiar with me, happily holding a bamboo tube. A dry lotus leaf bag with oil stains hung on his arm. He walked with a swaying motion, and from time to time he put his mouth to the bamboo tube and sipped for a few sips. There was still a wet and bright water stain hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Han Erdaqi, Li San is not as good as him on weekdays, but I’m afraid there is not even a jacket with all sleeves and collars. Where did this come from? He actually bought wine and food in the whole day! Could it be that the city has a new business to make money? Why didn’t he know?

Han Er felt that his stomach was even more hungry, so he couldn't help but turn to him with a jealousy. Sure enough, he could smell the smell of alcohol. His heart was even more like a hundred cats scratching their paws. He couldn't help but ask with saliva: "Brother Li San, where are you making a fortune?"

Li San grinned, shook his arms and wiped the corners of his mouth on his cuffs, and said in a rare and generous manner:

"You go too! There is a young man buying wine and food in Miaoxianglou at the entrance of the city! It has been two days, why don't you know? It is said that the old mother at home likes scripts and loves lotus flowers. In order to fulfill her filial piety, this young man specially booked the Miaoxianglou and only collected the anecdotes related to lotus flowers.

"But if you say it well, I will invite you to eat wine and meat. If you want to meet his wishes, you can also reward you with a piece of silver! I squeezed in and told you about the blooming of Mr. Qin's bowl of lotus in winter. Sure enough, I gave me wine and food. How could you say such a good thing? You can exchange for this good food by just talking!"

Mr. Qin’s bowl of lotus blooms in winter? Han Er also knew that the bowl of lotus was clearly cultivated in the greenhouse. What’s so strange about blooming in winter? Can you change it to wine and meat?

Han Er was hit hard in his heart: Then the one I know...

Li San was still spraying a mouthful of wine, and Han Er didn't bother to wipe his face, bowed and thanked him. His feet looked like a wheel of oil, and went straight to Miaoxiang Tower.

When he arrived at Deshikou, he saw a group of people gathered around the gate of Miaoxiang Tower. An old woman was squeezed out, pinching her hands into a fist to protect her heart, and someone immediately came up around her. The old woman spread her palms, and a silver light flashed in her palm under the sunlight. She clearly had a piece of silver. She could hear many people around her shouting "Ahhh" and exclaiming.

There is really money!

That was Zhang Pozi from Guihua Hutong. He was dedicated to traveling to households and always used his clever abilities to please the ladies and wives in the house. He sold some oil, silk and flowers to make a living. I guess he had learned from some ancient people. He bought the ancients with the wishes of the ancients and exchanged them for the money.

There were also a row of people sitting on the streets on both sides of the restaurant, either holding their cheeks or scratching their heads, all of whom were thinking hard.

Han Er was afraid that the goods in his stomach would be poured down first, so he quickly tied the jacket that was in the way of trouble on his waist, and rushed forward with his steps even more and more tightly, reaching the crowd, and used his strength to pull out a crack from the crowd that was not airtight, and squeezed to the door.

I saw a long table on the inside of the door, and bamboo tubes and lotus leaf bags were piled on most of the table, and the tempting fragrance was emitting - there was indeed wine and meat!

Li San is truly sincere!

The dozens of tables and chairs that were usually placed in the lobby were pushed aside, with only a desk and a bench in the middle of the hall.

Wang Wuzheng from the front street ended the story of "The lotus fairy Yoshihide helps the incoming scholar". He just got up from the bench and bowed to thank a young man in green behind the desk.

Wang Wu was a little stuttering when he spoke, but he had to make three or four holes in one sentence. It was rare that the young man was really easy to cultivate. Han Er saw that the young man smiled and thanked him slightly, and said to himself.

Wang Wu took a bamboo tube and a dried lotus leaf bag from the shopkeeper at the long table, and walked out happily with his head raised.

Han Er was so enthusiastic that he couldn't bear itchy, and he didn't care that there were a few idle men who were familiar with him behind Wang Wu. He rushed to the desk in two steps, opened his arm to protect the stool, and took advantage of the person behind being stunned, his butt was tilted and squeezed, and he had already rushed to sit down. He sat down and arched his hand to the person behind:

"Several brothers, I'm in urgent need of things, I'm in urgent need, I'll give you permission to give you permission! Let's go back and ask your brothers to drink."

Without looking at the dark faces of the idle men, Han Er quickly turned his head and smiled at the young master: "Young Master, I have a lotus fairy coming down to earth, and not many people know about it. Even if others have heard of it, I don't know anything about it. I'll talk to the young master."

The young man looked in his early twenties, handsome and handsome, dressed in blue, not as white, tender and weak as the young man in the academy. His eyes were particularly bright and energetic, but he seemed extremely calm. Unfortunately, he was probably studying hard in the cold window, with a few vertical lines on his eyebrows and a few frosty colors on his temples. He smiled at Han Er and nodded. His black eyebrows stretched out, and he suddenly felt a little less solemn and had a warm feeling on his face. He really felt like a spring breeze.

(End of this chapter)
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