Walking with Cats [Quick Transmigration]

The dungeon of the Imperial City Division was fairly clean, but it was damp and cold. Once you entered the door, it felt like you were wrapped in a cloud of moisture, and your steps were unavoidably heavy.

Fu Ziyuan walked into the prison with a bamboo basket containing food, looked back, and saw Cheng Dan, Zhang Yuliang and Peng Ge sitting in a row on the steps, seeing him turn around, and waved to him with a smile.

Shaking his head helplessly, Fu Ziyuan let out a sigh of relief, stepped forward again, and walked into the cell with the door on the left.

Watching his figure disappear behind the door, Cheng Dan took out two paper bags from his sleeve, and handed one to Zhang Yuliang and the other to Peng Ge.

The one for Zhang Yuliang was filled with dried sweet potatoes, and the one for Peng Ge was filled with dried fish with a spicy flavor. He chewed a small dried fish that was as thick as a thumb, and asked vaguely: "Can we hear clearly here? "

"It's quiet here, and it's close, so it should be fine." Pengge said, Fu Ziyuan's voice suddenly came from the cell, and said quickly: "Listen, it's started."

At that time, Fuziyuan walked into the cell with a basket, and a beam of light from the open window near the roof illuminated the narrow room, allowing him to clearly see the people in the corner.

Zisang Shouxin sat cross-legged on the haystack, his face was calm and spotless, it could be seen that he was not embarrassing.

Before Fu Ziyuan came in, he was closing his eyes to rest his mind, when he heard the sound of footsteps, he raised his eyes to look, and there were some waves in his indifferent eyes.

"You're here." Zisang Shouxin stood up abruptly, walked a few steps involuntarily, and then paused as if waking up from a dream.

"Sit down." Fu Ziyuan nodded, sat on the ground casually, then motioned for him to sit down together, and brought out the food in the bamboo basket one by one, "We met for a while, I just came to see you, by the way, would you Why do you want to steal the Pearl of the East China Sea from His Highness the Crown Prince?"

"The theft of the East Palace warehouse has nothing to do with me." Zi Sang Shouxin denied it categorically, and when he saw him raise his eyebrows in surprise, he explained: "The reason why I was imprisoned was that I was entrusted by others to take responsibility for him; For you, I want to see you."

Fuziyuan smiled: "It's a stupid way, but it is indeed your style."

"Stupid is stupid, anyway, it's not the first time you say that about me." Zisang Shouxin was not angry, stared at him, and persistently asked the same question No. 20 times: "I still want to Know the real reason why you don't forgive me."

"..." Passing the bowl and chopsticks to him, Fu Ziyuan didn't remain silent or avoid the important ones, but said: "Let's eat, I will talk while you eat."

Zisang Shouxin, who wanted to refuse, quickly lowered his head and took a bite of his meal.

Outside the cell, the three of Cheng Dan also took a mouthful of dried sweet potatoes and listened carefully.

Two years ago, during the period when Fu Ziyuan was dating Zisang Shouxin, Zisangli found him one day.

As the richest man in the country at that time and a member of the royal family, Zi Sangli was undoubtedly above Fu Ziyuan.Coupled with his cold personality and aloof personality, the first meeting between the two was not pleasant.

Of course, the more unpleasant content is yet to come.

When Zi Sangli saw Fuziyuan, he neither introduced himself nor listened to Fuziyuan's self-introduction, but asked concisely and richly: "Tell me, what will you do to leave my son?"

Hearing this, Fu Ziyuan was really taken aback for a moment, but he didn't take too long before smiling and replied: "I want half of Jiangbei."

The two looked at each other, one was indifferent and cold, and the other had a shallow smile.

After a long time, Zi Sangli said seriously: "I wish you happiness."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, Fu Ziyuan hurriedly raised his voice: "We can discuss it, [-]%—" "Farewell!"

"Thirty percent is fine—" He was answered by the sound of the door being slammed shut.

Having said that, Fu Ziyuan, who had been watching Zisang Shouxin's expression, stopped in time, while the three listening to the corner outside the door were already covering their mouths and laughing like crazy.

I didn't expect that an honest person like Fu Ziyuan would be so rude, and I didn't expect that a big guy like Zi Sangli would cooperate with him.

The eavesdroppers were laughing like crazy, but Zisang Shouxin was not as happy as them.The poor child stared blankly at Fu Ziyuan, his face was full of bewilderment that the three views had collapsed and could not be rebuilt smoothly.

"That's why I said you picked it up." Fu Ziyuan spoke the truth seriously.

Isn't Zisang Shouxin picked up by Zisangli?

Cheng Dan lay on Zhang Yuliang's body and trembled with laughter, not daring to make a sound to disturb the people inside.He seemed to have seen similar jokes from somewhere before, and he never thought that this joke would become a reality. Sure enough, all serious people cut it in black.

The three of them were laughing happily when they suddenly heard Fu Ziyuan say: "Mr. Sang fell seriously ill that day after he went back."

Their smiles froze on their faces.

……

After leaving the prison of Huangcheng Division, Peng Ge went to the market under the pretext of buying vegetables. Cheng Dan and Zhang Yuliang did not return home, but wandered aimlessly in the street, feeling very delicate.

After not hearing Cheng Dan's words for a long time, Zhang Yuliang sighed inwardly, but didn't reveal anything on his face. He stopped in front of a booth, picked up a kite and said with a smile, "Tuantuan, how about we buy a kite and go home?"

Cheng Dan came back to his senses, and asked strangely: "What do you buy kites for in this weather?"

"The nineteenth day of the first lunar month is the cold festival at the end of winter. There are folk customs such as flying kites, drinking hot wine, and looking for plums in the snow. Then we will also celebrate the festival." Zhang Yuliang took the opportunity to take down the wild goose kite, "Look, There is still more than a month before the Winter Festival, and there are already many kite-buying stalls in the streets and alleys.”

"Then let's buy one for Mr. Pengge and Ziyuan, as well as yours." Suddenly, Cheng Dan looked at the kites on the booth again and again, picked out three more kites and handed them to the stall owner.

Zhang Yuliang paid the money and temporarily stored the kite here, and asked someone to come and pick it up later when he returned home, and then continued walking with Cheng Dan.

"Zhang Yuliang, can you tell me about the winter festival in Shiguo?" Cheng Dan didn't want to think about Fu Ziyuan's heart-wrenching relationship, so he happened to have a ready-made topic, so he used it directly.

"Okay." Zhang Yuliang weighed his words and said unhurriedly, "The cold festival was originally a festival in the northern part of the country. It was originally an annual holiday for the soldiers on the border. They drank hot water to keep out the cold. Wine, flying a kite to commemorate the dead comrades and express the thoughts of relatives, over time, this evolved into a festival, and gradually spread back to the imperial capital, and derived more customs."

"Every winter festival, the palace is always very lively. One is because the excitement of the Lantern Festival has not gone far, and the other is that the father likes it, and even us princes and princesses, as well as the girls in the harem, can relax together Last winter festival, my father took us to a garden in the suburbs to hold a banquet. In order to please him, the prince and his elder brothers had a kite-flying competition to see who could fly the highest and best kite, but it turned out that their skills were not very good. In the end, the kite failed to fly, but the strings got tangled together, and the kite strings even tangled up the prince's feet, almost making him fall into the mud and make a fool of himself in public..."

Zhang Yuliang walked slowly back to the mansion with Cheng Dan while talking about interesting stories about the winter festival.

Before you know it, the Spring Festival is coming.

On the day of Laba, Pengge boiled a large pot of Laba porridge, which was sweet and soft and glutinous, with a large amount to keep him full, saving Cheng Dan and Zhang Yuliang's dinner.

The academy is on a half-day holiday today, Zhang Yuliang finished class in the morning, and in the afternoon Pengge and Fuziyuan dragged him to draw patterns. They planned to cut paper by themselves to add some New Year joy to the house.

Cheng Dan's paper-cutting journey can only be regarded as an introduction, and he can't help Zhang Yuliang, so he sits by the brazier and reads the first volume of the history book that Zhang Yuliang just finished.

The first volume is about the major events in the lives of xx and his brothers. Zhang Yuliang used the form of chronicles to clearly record the ten unofficial histories of Mr. Hongsheng in chronological order, which has both the seriousness of official history and the It retains the sharpness and humor of Mr. Hongsheng's brushstrokes and is highly readable.

Zhang Yuliang leaned beside him, took a brush and drew more than a dozen patterns on the paper cut to a suitable size, including ordinary snowflakes, zodiac signs, flowers, etc., and also drew a small portrait of Cheng Dan and Peng Ge, Everything from simple to difficult.

Peng Ge and Fu Ziyuan each had a pair of scissors, and cut out the patterns he had drawn into shape, or placed them on the table, or let them stick them up.Chatting about trivial matters and discussing various matters during the New Year's Eve while paper-cutting, time gradually slipped away from the scattered and falling paper scraps.

New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, the sound of firecrackers in the city one after another, the lights of thousands of houses and the stars in the sky complement each other, the world is the prosperity of the world, and the sky is still deserted in the sky.

Zhang Yuliang and Peng Ge went to the palace for a banquet at noon, and returned in the afternoon with big and small bags of rewards.At that time, Cheng Dan was sitting in the living room playing chess with Fu Ziyuan, the sunlight flooded over the window sill, and deposited a room of deep and shallow light and shadow like ink in the room, the two of them were in the light and shadow, as quiet as a scroll of old paintings.

In addition to the rewards, Zhang Yuliang also brought back pastries from the palace, including sugar-steamed crispy cheese, fermented rice balls and yam cakes.

He set out snacks, sat beside him with a yam cake that Cheng Dan had never eaten, and watched them fight while eating.

Black and white wandered around on the chessboard, and the situation was unpredictable. After watching for a while, he guessed who the winner of the game was. Sure enough, the next moment, Cheng Dan made a quick move and completed the final decisive move.

Fu Ziyuan lost the chess, but laughed happily: "Laozi is like a god, Tuantuan's chess skills are quite like a fourth master."

"Indeed." Zhang Yuliang smiled and nodded, with a hint of pride in her eyes.

Cheng Dan took a piece of yam cake from his plate and ate it until his cheeks swelled: "I only won by one piece, and it was a narrow victory. Calculated carefully, I still lost half a step, um... I was not calm enough to lose."

"There is nothing so perfect in the world, so don't be too demanding." Penge held the pipa and tuned the strings, and picked out a brisk tune by pressing the strings with his fingertips.

Zhang Yuliang smoothed Shun Chengdan's knotted hair, and saw that he had finished eating the yam cake in his hand, so he picked up another piece and fed him.

Seeing this, Peng Ge twitched his lips, and then smiled: "Brother, Tuantuan, Mr. Ziyuan, let's make dumplings tonight, I've prepared all the ingredients in advance."

Cheng Dan had a bit of pastry crumbs on his lips, his long eyelashes fluttered twice, and a slight smile appeared in his eyes: "Okay."

Making dumplings is really a long-lost family activity.