Zhou Lang said, holding up the bowl in his hand and speaking to the maid.
"Don't give it to him."
Qin Shisanlang said opposite him, he had already put down his bowls and chopsticks.
The maid smiled and took Liu Lang's bowl and filled him with tea soup.
"Sixth Young Master, do you miss our tea soup very much?" She also smiled.
Qin Shisanlang smiled at his maid.
"Do you know whose tea soup this is?" he said.
The maid smiled without saying anything and handed over the tea soup.
"Yeah, do you know what they eat in the northwest?" Zhou Lang ignored Qin Thirteenth Lang and said to the maid, while stuffing a dumpling into his mouth, mumbling, "Well salt, all the dishes made from well salt.
They all have the same taste, bitter."
The maids in the room looked amazed and sighed pitifully.
"What a pity, that's what the soldiers of the school are eating, and he can't eat it." Qin Shisanlang said, waving his hands impatiently, "Withdraw, withdraw."
The maids smiled as they watched Zhou Lang drink tea and then settle a few cases.
Zhou Lang stuffed the last dumpling, fell on the cushion, patted his stomach and burped.
Qin Shisanlang came over with a fan.
"It's so late, why don't you come to my house to eat with your stomach?" He said, "You will be so poor!"
Zhou Lang took out the fan and fanned himself.
"Let's go, let's go, after we've eaten and drank enough, let's go out on horseback and shoot arrows. Let's see if you, the delicate champion, can still draw the bow." He said, jumping up.
Qin Shisanlang snorted.
"I'm just a little tanned, my face is a little chapped, and I've learned some of the bad habits of soldiers and gangsters. I'm so proud of it." He said, standing up, "Let's go."
He ordered the boys to prepare their horses, and they went to get their bows and arrows, because the bows and arrows were noisy again.
"Master, I haven't been this happy for a long time."
"Yeah, it hasn't been this lively for a long time."
The maids stood in the corridor and laughed.
The horse had to cross the street, causing passers-by to avoid it.
"Hey, little cripple, have you only ridden in cars instead of riding horses in the past two years?" Zhou Lang turned around and said, "Why are you so slow?"
Qin Shisanlang urged his horse to catch up.
"I say you should stop it, one-armed boy," he said.
Saturday Lang sighed and showed off his strong arms with a bit of flamboyance.
"You can't see the arms, but you can see the courage. You are indeed brave, and you are a little cripple. You have been holding back these words for a long time, right?" Qin Shisanlang said, "Have you been calling me this since the first time we met?
Me?"
"Don't you understand this?" Zhou Lang said with a smile, "This is irony. You are not a lame in my heart, so I call you a little lame. If you were really a lame, I would not call you that."
Qin Shisanlang looked at him and said oh, raising his eyebrows.
"You understand in your heart, I thought you didn't know." He said, urging the horse closer and lowering his voice, "Then the sweet woman you cherish is back, do you want to go and see her?"
"Who wants to see her?" Zhou Lang said with a snort. After speaking, he was startled and his face turned red.
A sweet woman! He has always called her a smelly woman! So conversely, she is a sweet woman in his heart...
"You really don't want to go?" Qin Shisanlang asked, "I'm back after a long absence. It's such a happy event, how can I not see you?"
Liu Lang did not laugh with him, but his face darkened and he looked ahead.
"This is not a happy event." He said slowly, "I would rather not meet each other."
The reason why Cheng Jiaoniang came to the capital was because Xu Maoxiu and other five people died.
Qin Shisanlang stopped talking.
In fact, he had no memory of those men, but what he did remember was the woman's happy past.
"Brother." She shouted seriously.
You are serious and sincere and come from the bottom of your heart. You are not trying to win people's hearts or deliberately showing it to others. You are your brother and your relative.
Gone.
"I'm sorry, I was frivolous." He said, "You are right, I have never been on the battlefield, I have never faced life and death, so I am frivolous."
Saturday Lang turned to look at him.
"Look at how frivolous you are!" he laughed, raising his hand and waving his whip.
Qin Thirteenth Lang's horse neighed, raised its hooves and rushed out. Qin Thirteenth Lang was almost thrown off the horse.
"You bastard!" he shouted.
Zhou Lang laughed and urged his horse to catch up, then crossed over and headed out of the city.
Looking at the young man galloping ahead, Qin Shisanlang smiled.
That's right, without them, the days would be in vain, and they would be pale and boring.
Yes, they are back, and he is really, really happy, very happy.
What's the shame in admitting this!
Qin Shisanlang urged his horse to catch up.
Although he said he would not go to see Cheng Jiaoniang, Saturday Lang still came to Yudai Bridge the next day.
"Father has already been here, why do you need me to come over and bring you some food?"
Standing outside the door, dismounting and complaining.
"Does she like it?"
The boy didn't hear what Liu Lang said at all. He picked up the two large gift boxes in his hands and stared at the door with bright eyes.
He didn't care whether the young master wanted to come or not. How many people would be jealous if he could come this time?
Thinking about the few followers who came back the night before yesterday, they had been following this lady for two years. The family had almost forgotten them. Unexpectedly, they came back this time and made a fortune.
But this is also normal. Think about the lady's three properties in the capital, which are all taken care of by a maid. It shouldn't be unusual for a few followers to casually take out a shocking amount of money.
I wonder if this lady still lacks a servant...
When I knocked on the door, it was quickly opened without even asking.
"...Are you here? Why are you so slow? I won't buy wine from your house next time... Huh? Mr. Zhou, why is it you?"
The maid said, looking at Liu Lang with a surprised look on his face.
"My father asked me to come." Zhou Lang said, and just as he was about to turn around, the boy behind him had already jumped over.
"Sister." He said respectfully, holding the gift box in his hand over.
The maid smiled, and while letting someone take it, she threw a handful of money over.
The boy thanked him happily and bowed back.
Saturday Lang glanced at the boy.
"It's just some daily food, sent from my hometown in Shaanzhou..." he said, and probably some he brought back from the northwest.
"Then thank you, uncle and young master." The maid smiled and saluted.
Liu Lang raised his foot to step through the door, but the maid stepped forward and stopped him.
"Sixth Young Master, our wife has something to do and it's not convenient to see guests." She said with a smile.
On the corridor, Banqin was taking the bowl from the hands of two little girls. Just as he was about to turn around and enter the hall, he heard the sound of the door being kicked open.
"Saturday Lang!"
The maid's cry came immediately.
Banqin looked up and saw that Zhou Lang had strode into the courtyard. However, this time he did not go straight in like before, but was stopped by his followers.
Liu Lang looked at the followers who stopped him and sneered.
"What's your last name?" he said. "You want to stop me?"
"Young master, our surname is Zhou, but now we follow my wife." The leader of the entourage said, raising his hand to signal.
The followers from all sides surrounded him and wanted to catch him and throw him out.
Saturday Lang looked at them, exhaled and smiled.
"Cheng Jiaoniang!" He raised his head and shouted angrily into the hall.
The other half door in the hall was opened by the little girl, and Banqin stood open, revealing the woman sitting inside.
Wearing a chest-high plain floral skirt, a satin jacket, and a single sideburn of blue silk, her face is still as white as porcelain, and she looks clean and unpopular.
Long time no see, just like yesterday.
The maid waved her hand, and the entourage stepped aside. Banqin and the little girls also saluted, watching Zhou Lang stride into the hall in a gust of wind.
Smells with alcohol.
Liu Lang glanced at the row of large bowls placed in front of Cheng Jiao Niang and the neatly arranged wine jars beside them.
"What are you doing?" he shouted.
Cheng Jiaoniang picked up a wine bowl in front of her.
"Drink." She said, smiled, and raised her hand to drink.
drink wine?
Saturday Lang looked at her solemnly.
Banqin and the two little girls came in. One picked up the wine jar and poured wine into the bowl. Banqin picked up the wine bowl and placed it in front of Cheng Jiaoniang. On the other side, four or five empty wine bowls were placed one after another.
With.
"Madam, the wine from Yunxianju has been delivered." The maid outside the door said, coming in with a medium-sized wine jar and placing it next to the wine jar.
The little girls picked up the newly delivered wine jar and poured wine again.
Cheng Jiaoniang put down the wine bowl in her hand and put it aside, then picked up one again, but this time she didn't drink. Liu Lang took a few steps over and reached out to hold her wrist. Because of the excessive force, the wine spilled and wet her clothes.
The thin summer skirt immediately sticks to the body, and the girl's exquisite curves are suddenly revealed. The scenery of mountains and ravines can be seen with the eyes of the condescending Zhou Lang.
Banqin screamed and rushed over.
Saturday Lang had already jumped away, his face turned red and he looked away, obviously more frightened than the girls.
"I, I, it's not that you can't drink wine!" he stammered.
"I just don't like drinking, it's not that I can't eat." Cheng Jiaoniang said, taking the handkerchief Ban Qin brought to wipe her clothes, and motioned to give Liu Lang a handkerchief.
There was also some stain on Liu Lang's robe, but it was only a small amount. Seeing the little girl handing over the plain brocade handkerchief, he hesitated before taking it and wiping it with his head.
"I didn't dare to eat it before... I'm stupid and not clear-headed. If I drink alcohol again, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up."
What Cheng Jiaoniang said next came to my ears.
So I’m not afraid now? Or should I say that the sadness is greater than the fear?
"If you are sad, you shouldn't harm yourself like this." Zhou Lang lowered his head and said in a low voice, "It's useless to drink to drown your sorrows. It's the most useless thing."
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and said nothing as she put down her handkerchief. Out of the corner of his eye, Zhou Lang saw her pick up another bowl of wine.
"Hey!" he shouted, raising his head and frowning.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"Would you like a bowl too?" she said, raising her hand to signal.
As expected, Banqin picked up a bowl and brought it over.
Liu Lang reached out to take the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Then he walked over and knelt down next to Cheng Jiaoniang. He looked at the wine bowl in front of him and drank from it without saying a word.
His movements were so fast and violent that almost in the blink of an eye, all seven bowls of wine were drank without anyone turning around.
The young man raised his sleeve and wiped the corner of his mouth, looked at Cheng Jiaoniang and let out a breath.
"It's me who didn't take good care of them." He exhaled and said in a trembling voice, drinking heavily. His face had turned red, and the smell of alcohol seemed to be in his eyes. "It was me who didn't take good care of them. What do you want me to do?
"
"There's really no progress at all." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and smiled slightly, "No one should take care of anyone, and no one should be looked after by others. It's all their own business. It's none of your business."
As she spoke, she looked at the wine bowl in her hand and raised her hand to drink. Liu Lang reached out to grab it and drank it all in one gulp.
"That's right, what I'm talking about is my own business. It has nothing to do with you or them." He said, threw down the wine bowl and stood up to leave. After taking a few steps, his feet weakened and he fell to the ground.
"Madam, you're drunk." Banqin stepped forward and took a look and said.
"It took eight bowls to get drunk. This wine is really terrible." Cheng Jiaoniang said, standing up and looking at the wine jars in the room, "Move it down and share it with everyone."
Banqin responded, watching Cheng Jiaoniang step out from Liu Lang, and then looked at Liu Lang sleeping in the hall, lying on his stomach with wine and snoring.
"Come here, please take the wine out." She also walked past Liu Lang and called to the entourage in the courtyard.
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In the palace, Dr. Li let go of his hand, and the servants on both sides also quickly let go. Prince Qing, who was already sitting down and impatient, shouted and ran away.
"Take him to play in the yard." Prince Jin'an said.
The waiters responded yes.
"His Royal Highness Prince Qing is in good health." Dr. Li said, and then looked at Prince Jin'an and smiled, "Your Highness must be tired of hearing such words. In fact, this is not what His Highness wants to hear."
Prince Jin'an smiled.
"No, I have given up hope a long time ago." He said, "Life is too short to waste time making unrealistic assumptions."
Doctor Li looked at the young man in front of him, sighed and nodded.
"Your Highness, you should be happy, life is short." He smiled.
Prince Jin'an smiled and nodded.
"I'm very happy, and I will be even happier," he said.
As long as I think about what I want to do, I will be very happy. After doing it, I will be even happier. (To be continued)
