As the sun sets, the long street under the afterglow of the setting sun is deserted, and a carriage slowly rolls over the bluestone road, making the sound of rumble wheels.
At first glance, the decoration of this carriage is not ostentatious, but many details that are not easily noticed by ordinary people are very elegant, showing the extraordinary status of the owner.
The windows on both sides of the carriage were blocked by a curtain of light blue gauze, making it impossible for people outside the carriage to see what was going on, adding a sense of mystery.
In September in Bianjing, the weather has turned cold, and the cold wind howled by, occasionally lifting a corner of the gauze covering the carriage windows, and the cold air suddenly rushed into the carriage along the gaps in the windows.
Wei Chen turned his face and looked at Ru Lan and Ming Lan shivering, and couldn't help but frown slightly: "Are you wearing too thin clothes today? It's not a trivial matter to catch the cold in this weather."
With that said, Wei Chen stretched out his hand to close the windows on both sides tightly, took off his cloak, and carefully covered Ru Lan and Ming Lan.
Seeing the concerned look in Wei Chen's eyes, Minglan felt warm both physically and mentally. She snuggled into her husband's arms meekly and said softly: "It wasn't so cold when I went out in the morning, but I was negligent."
"What an oversight, it's not just for your face, Mr. Wei!"
Ru Lan, who was on the side, pouted her lips dissatisfiedly and cried out for herself and her sister.
"Before going out today, my sister and I saw that the weather was getting colder. We thought about wearing more clothes, but then we thought about it. Today's centenary banquet was attended by ladies from high families. If we wanted to keep warm, we would wrap ourselves up like rice dumplings.
It seemed that even if others didn't say anything, they would probably make fun of the Wei family in their hearts, so I lost a few pieces of bloated clothes."
Wei Chen couldn't help being stunned when he heard Ru Lan's words. He didn't expect that the root cause of his wives' cold was actually him.
"It's because the husband was careless and failed to take good care of the two ladies, which caused you to suffer..."
Seeing Wei Chen lowering his head with a look of remorse on his face, Ru Lan couldn't help but blush a little, coughed lightly, put on a smile and said: "It's not that cold actually, it's very warm in this carriage, I just accidentally got in a little bit."
It’s just a cold wind, my sister and I will be fine if we go back and drink two more glasses of hot wine.”
"What my sister said is that it's not a big deal at all, so my husband shouldn't take it to heart."
Minglan also agreed, and she also thought of a way to alleviate Wei Chen's guilt.
"Not far ahead is the Zhouqiao Night Market. It's just a good time to buy some hot water and wine to warm yourself up. Is there anything else you want to eat, sister?"
After saying that, Minglan winked at Rulan, who immediately understood and ordered the dishes with her fingers without any ceremony.
"The Wang family's freshly roasted pork rinds, the Mei family's freshly baked chicken offal, the Zhang family's sauced elbows, fried tongs, sliced sheep head, spicy ginger radish, plum ginger, lettuce shoots..."
As Ru Lan spoke, she unconsciously aroused the greed in her stomach, her eyes were shining, and she wished she could order all the famous delicacies at the night market.
Minglan saw that her sister was acting so poorly, so she quickly interrupted: "That's enough, that's enough. Didn't we have dinner at Prince Huan's Mansion? We're not afraid of killing you!"
Only then did Ru Lan stop talking.
Minglan glared at Rulan angrily, then turned to look at Wei Chen, smiling and saying, "I wonder if my husband would condescend to make this trip for us sisters?"
"If you are willing, of course you are willing!"
Wei Chen, who was deep in self-blame and guilt, heard that he had the opportunity to compensate his wives. He agreed and nodded hurriedly. He didn't care at all that there was a mixture of different religions and people in the night market. It would be disrespectful for him, a high-ranking minister of the imperial court, to go to buy wine in person.
In Wei Chen's heart, as long as Ru Lan and Ming Lan were happy, it was no big deal for him to catch fish in the river or hunt deer in the mountains. What's more, just buying some food and wine to apologize was nothing.
After leaving Prince Huan's Mansion, after a journey of about two miles, we passed through the south gate of the inner city of Bianjing, also known as Zhuque Gate, and arrived in front of Longjin Bridge. On a section of about one mile long, we found the famous Zhouqiao Night Market in Bianjing.
Every time after dusk, the Zhouqiao Night Market becomes lively, with hundreds of stalls of various kinds and a dazzling array of snacks. The sudden cold wind made the number of customers tonight less than usual, but the night market is still bustling and lively.
At this time, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of the Wang family's stall, and then a handsome young man opened the curtain and slowly stepped out of the carriage.
In an instant, all the pedestrians and stall owners around were stunned. The bustling market suddenly became quiet, and countless eyes fell on the young man's face.
Today is the 100-day banquet for the emperor's eldest grandson. Although it is not a court meeting, it is still a very formal royal banquet, so Wei Chen is wearing a bullfighting uniform given by the emperor.
Bianjing is at the foot of the Imperial City, and there are many knowledgeable people out there. When Wei Chen appeared at the Zhouqiao Night Market, not many people may have recognized him, but there were indeed many who recognized this bullfighting uniform.
Moreover, even if ordinary people don't recognize the bullfight uniform, just looking at Wei Chen's deportment and temperament, as well as Yuan An and others following him, they can guess that he has an extraordinary identity. He must be an official figure, perhaps a member of the court.
Maybe a certain important minister.
Wei Chen didn't care about the awe or curiosity of the people around him. After getting off the carriage, he walked directly to the Wang family's stall and greeted: "Shop, boil two pots of wine and serve me two portions of the tops of the grilled pork rinds!
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"Okay, okay!"
The shopkeeper responded loudly, but his voice couldn't help but tremble slightly. He immediately ordered his wife to make some wine to warm the wine, while he hurriedly picked out a few pieces of marinated meat and grilled them on the charcoal grill.
Wei Chen took advantage of this moment to go to another stall and buy all the chicken offal, marinated pork ribs and other foods that Ru Lan wanted. After wrapping them all, he took them back to the carriage together with the freshly baked barbecue.
Wang's braised pork skin is crispy and juicy, Mei's chicken offal is marinated in a secret method and fragrant, and Zhang's pork belly with crystal rock sugar sauce is smooth and smooth, with a fragrant sauce.
Ru Lan's eyes widened when she saw that Wei Chen had brought back so many delicious foods. Although Minglan was more reserved than her sister, she was not much better. She was also so greedy that she swallowed her saliva.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wei Chen smiled and Ru Lan and Ming Lan each took a piece, and poured hot wine for them. The couple sat in the carriage and enjoyed it.
Come here for this delicacy full of market smoke.
After drinking a glass of hot wine, the chill in the three people's bodies was dispelled without a trace. Ru Lan ate a plate of roasted pork rinds and a plate of chicken offal with the hot wine. Minglan also ate on the big elbow.
I took a few bites.
At this moment, Wei Chen was not worried about them catching the cold at all, but was a little worried about whether they would be full.
After finally coaxing Ru Lan and Ming Lan to drink a cup of wheat tea each for digestion and tiredness, Wei Chen finally had time to sit down and take care of his stomach.
He picked up a few slices of barbecue and put it into his mouth, feeling the sweet and delicious juice filling his mouth. After taking a sip of hot wine, Wei Chen felt comfortable all over.
When he raised his head, he saw that Ru Lan and Ming Lan were still enthusiastically dealing with the delicious food in front of them. Their mouths were full of oil and their hands were full of oil. Their faces were flushed and their foreheads were slightly sweating.
If the noble ladies at today's banquet saw him, their jaws would probably drop.
Are these still the two Mrs. Wei who are dignified, virtuous, generous and decent in the eyes of everyone?
However, the couple has long been accustomed to this. In front of outsiders, Ru Lan and Ming Lan naturally restrain themselves and observe etiquette and will not violate the rules at all. But in front of Wei Chen, Ru Lan and Ming Lan are never restrained.
Don’t worry about yourself, but how to feel at ease.
This is mainly due to Wei Chen's long-term deliberate guidance to them.
Wei Chen was tired of dealing with the intrigues in the officialdom all day long. When he returned home, he hoped that he would face two lively and lovely people instead of two lifeless clay statues who respected him like guests.
Ru Lan and Ming Lan were not used to Wei Chen's unusual approach at first. After all, it was very different from what they had been taught since childhood.
But as time went by, Rulan and Minglan gradually adapted to it, and gradually began to enjoy the unique love and elegance between them as a couple.