Chapter 121 Reward
Yangzhou people have the habit of having morning tea.
As outsiders, Qin Lang and his party have now settled down and are in a relaxed mood for sightseeing, so they also want to try to do as the locals do.
This is why except Zhuo Beibei, no one else had eaten in the morning.
……
"Qin Lang..."
"Hey."
Walking on the bustling Yangzhou Mansion Street, a group of four people divided into two groups.
One group is Su Yupan and Zhuo Beibei, and the other group is Qin Lang and Gu Jin.
Su Yupan didn't really want to pay attention to a certain trapper who had a hand on her, so she chose to walk in front with Zhuo Beibei.
A certain girl followed Qin Lang side by side. She was a little happy at first, because there were many young men and women like them walking side by side on the street, and they all seemed to be lovers.
But as the morning light became brighter and brighter, Gu Jin had to pay attention to the still red fingerprint on Qin Lang's right face.
"What's wrong with the right side of your cheek?"
"Oh, this is... there's a mosquito. I slapped myself and accidentally applied too much force."
" What about the footprints on the left side of your face?”
"The footprints...are those of Zhuo Beibei who stepped on the quilt last night..."
"..."
Hearing the words, Gu Jin was speechless, but there was an imperceptible look of worry in his eyes, and he followed Qin After Lang walked for a while, while the two people in front of him were walking a little further, he skillfully grabbed Qin Lang's sleeve.
“?”
“…”
Qin Lang turned his head in confusion, but the girl didn't say anything and just handed Qin Lang a black handkerchief.
"Jin'er, this is..."
"Take it."
Qin Lang took it, and then Gu Jin took out a small egg-sized one from his arms Open the stopper of the gourd and drop a few drops of colorless and odorless liquid on the black handkerchief.
“This is the blood-clearing dew brought from Biluo Valley before. Wipe it on your face.”
"Okay!"
Qin Lang smiled and gently wiped it on both sides of his face.
In fact, with Qin Lang's physique, Su Yupan's palm and Zhuo Beibei's kick are unlikely to cause any substantial harm to him, but the red mark is not easy to remove, it is not at all Need to apply medicine.
But Qin Lang always valued the concern from Miss Jin, so he wiped it on both sides.
“How was it?”
"Well, it feels...very fine, very greasy, very slippery..."
"?"
No way? The texture of Tongxuelu should be similar to water?
The girl was confused, her heart skipped a beat, but she found that it was her little hand that he had secretly grasped in his palm.
唰——
Gu Jin's ears turned red, and she immediately pulled them out and gave Qin Lang an annoyed look:
"In a large audience! You...you are frivolous!"
After saying that, she ran to the front and became The third group of four.
"Alas..."
Qin Lang, who was reduced to the fourth group, could only sigh.
He also suddenly remembered that in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was not a very casual thing for men and women to hold hands in public.
I can only say that I am indeed half a "savage". I am used to being at ease in Tianshan. Some etiquette does still need a lot of getting used to.
But having said that, what Qin Lang called "delicate, greasy, and slippery" just now did not entirely refer to the girl's slender hands.
"Well..."
Qin Lang took the black handkerchief Gu Jin gave him, tugged, pulled, touched, felt it carefully, and finally determined thing.
This seemingly ordinary handkerchief is actually made of the same material as Miss Jin's socks that he once had the honor to touch. It is made of silk spun from the colorful moon silkworms unique to Biluo Valley. The silk cotton cloth is born with unique characteristics. Wonderful elasticity.
Qin Lang put the handkerchief on the back of his hand and stretched it hard. The originally pure black cloth faintly revealed some fleshiness. Qin Lang couldn't help but secretly feel it after a long time. This fabric is really good.
"Qin Lang, hurry up."
"Oh, here we come."
Zhuo Beibei in front is urging, Qin Lang puts away the handkerchief, He quickened his pace and followed a few people into a place called Wangyoulou.
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Wangyoulou is a restaurant specializing in morning tea.
Not sure whether it is famous or not.
Anyway, this morning, Su Yupan looked out of the window and saw this family.
From that time to now, it is still crowded with guests. It is so popular that it has naturally become the first choice for several outsiders in Qinlang to experience morning tea. "Among the four of you, please——"
“Is there any room left?”
“Yes, yes! It just became available, please come inside——”
The waiter greeted Qin Lang and his entourage warmly. When we arrived at a table on the second floor, there was a simple stage directly in front of us, where actors were singing Huangmei Opera.
"Red flowers and green trees~a good husband~"
"Qingfengmingyue~Pretty Girl~"
Qin Lang didn't understand the opera, but considering the current literary level of Dazhou, the opera's words were really not very good.
But fortunately, the tone of this morning tea scene is relatively calm, so it doesn’t matter whether you listen to it or not. It’s good as a background sound.
“Hey, you.”
“?”
One person sat on one side of the square table. Qin Lang first reminded Zhuo Beibei who was opposite him:
"You have a stomachache. Eat less later and save some for Yin Ping and Jin'er. I heard No?"
"Haha."
Zhuo Beibei sneered, not talking about Gu Jin, and asked Su Yupan directly:
"You need me to give it to you. Stay? ”
"..."
Su Yupan first rolled his eyes at Qin Lang, then looked at Zhuo Beibei with a slightly complicated look, and shook his head gently:
"No need."
"That's right~"
Zhuo Beibei was proud:
"Qin Lang, you don't need it. I'll just leave some for Gu Jin later. The little girl is growing up."
"..."
Although Gu Jin was A brat calls a girl a little girl, but he doesn't have any problem with it, knowing that the other person is actually a big boss who has lived for hundreds of years.
What makes her a little puzzled is that Her Majesty the Empress seems to be a little too humble towards Zhuo Beibei...
Tianhe Sect is one of the three sects after all, and Su Yupan is right It would be normal for Zhuo Beibei to be just three points of courtesy, but Gu Jin felt that the empress' attitude was even five points of courtesy.
In terms of status or strength, shouldn't it be like this?
Is there a story between the two?
Gu Jin couldn’t figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
In Qin Lang's eyes, this kind of detail is nothing.
"Su Yinping" was originally just a princess, and a weak princess with mediocre martial arts. It was normal for her to be more courteous to Zhuo Beibei. Qin Lang didn't take it to heart and just admired it happily. Someone pretends to be cool.
"..."
"..."
Su Yupan felt his gaze and wanted to say, "If you look at me again, I will gouge your eyes out."
But when I think about my current status, I feel that these words are too much, so I can only continue to pretend to be indifferent, as a silent protest against his frivolous behavior in the morning.
But apart from these, what the Empress is really troubled about now is what Qin Lang said in the morning about the peace and happiness of her family and country.
Just because of these thoughts in his mind, Su Yupan was actually a little distracted all the way to now.
Even Qin Lang said that the current empress, that is, she, is actually a wise king.
But maybe it was because he was a wise king that Su Yupan wanted to do better, and because of Qin Lang's words, he wondered whether he should make some adjustments in the policy of governing the country in the future.
Just thinking and thinking like this, sadness gradually came to my brows and eyes, until a man's voice suddenly sounded in my ears:
"Be good, stop thinking blindly."
"!"
"Those words of mine are quite silly. Don't pay too much attention to them now. Let's eat first."
"..."
Su Yupan was stunned. Looking sideways, what he saw was Qin Lang's gentle smiling face.
Looking at the table again, there are crab roe soup dumplings, shrimp roe wontons, blanched dried shreds, meat dishes... plus a pot of the indispensable "Kui Longzhu", a table of standard Yangzhou morning tea has been served. .
Su Yupan's index finger twitched as he looked at it, and finally stopped worrying and started enjoying it.
Pa...
By the way, a small wonton was also placed from the empress's bowl into Qin Lang's bowl.
“?”
“Too much, I can’t finish it.”
Su Yupan explained lightly, not caring whether Qin Lang believed it or not.
Anyway...just think of it as a small reward from me for seeing through my mind...
(End of this chapter)