[Water Margin] Ximen is a fake official

Wu Yong's breath stagnates.

If he remembers what happened last night, does it mean that he was not drunk last night, he pretended to be drunk and was so close to himself, doesn't it...he actually...

Ximen Qingqing frowned, stretched out two fingers and rubbed his temples.

"I did drink a lot last night, but I almost remember that you told me that you would take me to see Dai Zong."

Ximen Qingqing put down his hands and stared at Wu Yong suspiciously: "Could it be that I heard wrong?"

Wu Yong: "Oh, I heard that right."

Seeing his disappointed face, Ximen Qingqing became even more curious, "I really remember correctly?"

Wu Yong smiled with difficulty, "The official really... remembers everything that should be remembered."

There is nothing left that should not be remembered.

Ximen Qingqing said with a smile: "My memory has always been very good, and I haven't even forgotten the most important things when I'm drunk."

"Important matter?" Wu Yong laughed, "Officials really value Dai Zong."

Ximen Qingqing: "What I value is the mistakes he made. This person knows what kind of reputation I have, but he dares to delay like this. It can be seen that he is bold and disobedient."

She and Wu Yong talked while walking, and told others not to follow.

The others could only watch the two leave helplessly.

……

Wearing new clothes during the New Year, Ximen Qingqing was wearing a new red dress. Not only did the bright color not overwhelm her, but it even made her red lips and white teeth, and her face like a peach blossom. The romantic petty official.

Wu Yong couldn't help but glance at her from time to time, and almost bumped into pedestrians coming and going on the street.

Ximen Qingqing said with a low smile: "Look carefully at the road. There are many colorful sheds built here. It's okay to bump into people. What if you accidentally hit a pole and knocked down someone's colorful shed?"

Wu Yong touched his nose and retorted in a low voice: "I'm not usually so reckless."

Ximen Qingqing smiled, not sure if he believed it.

Wu Yong was a little discouraged for a while.

It seems that my immature and irrational side will always be seen by the people I care about the most.

Holding a fan in his hand, Ximen Qingqing walked slowly on the street, casually looking at the colorful sheds.

During the Chinese New Year, the government will open the gates to allow the public to have fun. During this time, the colorful sheds on the street are almost connected in a row.

The so-called Guan Pu is a kind of sex game, relying on the agreed method to bet on winning or losing. If the player wins, he can take away the lottery prepared in advance.

Ximen Qingqing's family looked over and saw that the lottery heads were on the shelf, including hairpins, jewellery, clothes, fans... there were all kinds of things.

There is still a strong fragrance in the color shed. It is unknown which banker accidentally knocked over the face powder used as a lottery.

There are too many people coming and going here, even though Wu Yong kept watching Ximen Qingqing, the two of them got separated as they walked.

The smell of rouge, powder, flowers, and rich aroma are mixed together.

There are also colorful strips hanging from the top of the color shed, many of which have poems written on them.

Ximen Qingqing lifted the long colored strips.

Her eyes were drawn to a cat face mask at the booth.

This is a white cat face mask, the cat face is cheeky, but it looks white and fat, very cute.

Ximen Qingqing wanted this mask.

But the boss said: "It's not for sale, it's a lottery for Guan Pu."

Ximen Qingqing really didn't want to play Guanpu. This Guanpu game sounds nice, but it's actually just a kind of ancient gambling. Those who are full of European spirit can win mansions, wives, concubines and servants, and those who lose will naturally go bankrupt.

At this time, almost everything can be used for offences. Some people are red-eyed, and it is not enough to give up their wives and children, and they can even export themselves as slaves.

Usually, the government prohibits this kind of gambling, except for a few days during the Chinese New Year.

Ximen Qingqing refused to shut down and gave the boss some extra money.

Although the boss regretted that he couldn't slaughter Ximen Qingqing, a fat sheep, the money Ximen Qingqing gave was several times more than the mask, and he didn't pay for it.

"Okay, okay, since you like it, let's sell it to you, alas, you are really strange, if you want to make a fuss, maybe you can take this mask away without spending a penny. "

Ximen Qingqing didn't listen to him fooling around.

Gaming is a science, but unfortunately she is not good at learning and has very bad luck, so she will not jump into it knowing it is a pit.

Ximen Qingqing took the cat face mask, put it on his face, and wandered around leisurely.

Fortunately, there were quite a few playful teenagers wearing masks in the crowd, so she wasn't too abrupt.

After walking through several stalls, Ximen Qingqing still couldn't find Wu Yong.

She stopped and rested her feet casually, but she caught a glimpse of a beautiful fan out of the corner of her eye.

The stall owner saw Ximen Qingqing's affluent attire sharply, and immediately said, "Your official, do you want to come and play?"

Ximen Qingqing: "How much can you sell this fan for?"

The stall owner was determined not to sell it, "This is a fan from overseas, and it is very difficult for us in Song Dynasty to see it."

Ximen Qingqing: "I can pay five times the market price."

The stall owner still shook his head and refused, insisting on Ximen Qingqing taking a gamble.

She had no choice but to accept this beautiful fan after she fell in love with it.

……

The Guanpu game of this color shed is to use a disc, draw fish, birds, animals, and divide into many small grids, the long one is no longer than the width of the little finger, and the short one is only the size of a bean.

The stall owner handed Ximen Qingqing a needle with five colored feathers tied at the end.

The stall owner said: "Whoever you shoot, I will give you the corresponding gift. The smaller the grid you shoot, the better the gift."

Isn't this like the combined gameplay of throwing darts to hit a Frisbee and hitting a balloon with a cockroach in modern games?

Ximen Qingqing pondered for a while and asked him, "Which grid should I shoot if I want to get that fan?"

The stall owner chuckled, pointed to the space on the disc that was only the size of a bean and said, "Just shoot here."

Ximen Qingqing: "..."

Are you kidding me!

She looked at the needle tip, and then at the narrow distance.

"Okay, let's try it."

She bought a few extra needles, holding the needles to measure as if she were doing embroidery.

"Go away!"

She throws the needle.

However, the stall owner searched around but couldn't find where the needle was shot.

Ximen Qingqing: "..."

She shot again, this time if the stall owner hadn't run fast, she would have been shot in the stomach.

The stall owner hid far away, "Little official, you are sure to throw it away."

Ximen Qingqing: "Sorry, sorry, I will definitely do it this time."

She squinted one eye, bent her arms, pinched the needle, measured it back and forth, and threw it violently.

The needle ran up the top somehow, and stuck on the colorful shed.

The stall owner: "..."

Ximen Qingqing: "Ahem, cough, accident, accident."

Stall owner: "Hehe."

After Ximen Qingqing shot the twenty needles he bought, only one needle remained in his hand.

The stall owner wiped his face, and said earnestly: "I set up a stall here every year, and I have never seen you miss a single needle with twenty needles in a row, even if you shoot with your eyes closed, you can at least get a shot Shoot one, the little lady is better than you."

Ximen Qingqing: "This statement is wrong. Isn't it because there is still the last needle left?"

The stall owner: "Yes, I will give you ten more needles, you shoot slowly."

Ximen Qingqing: "Look at this stick in my hand, it's sure to hit."

The stall owner hid far away and even covered his face with a bamboo hat, as if he was afraid of being accidentally injured by Ximen Qingqing.

Ximen Qingqing's dantian sank, her feet separated, she squinted her eyes, staring at the soybean-sized gap.

"It will work this time! It will work this time!"

She comforted herself in a low voice, and was about to throw it out when a hand suddenly reached out from behind and held her hand down.

Before she had time to turn around, the man behind said: "Shoot along my path."

A dead horse is treated as a live horse doctor.

Ximen Qingqing responded in a low voice.

The man held her small palm, and pressed her pinching hand with two slender, white fingers.

Ximen Qingqing had an occupational disease and couldn't help but observe the palm carefully.

He has calluses on his palms and many calluses on his fingertips, it can be seen that he is good at weapons and hidden weapons.

The man squeezed Ximen Qingqing's hand tightly, as if reminding her not to be distracted.

He withdrew his hand slightly, took Ximen Qingqing's hand back, then flicked his wrist, and threw it forward violently.

Ximen Qingqing let go.

In just a moment, the needle sank into the disc, and it just hit a soybean-sized spot.

"Hit it? Really hit it!"

Ximen Qingqing exclaimed and immediately turned around.

Unexpectedly, the cat-face mask got entangled in the colored rope hanging from the canopy. She exerted a slight force, and the rope tied to the mask was loosened, and the mask entangled with the colored rope fell down.

The man quickly reached out and caught the mask for her.

He looked up at her, "Officer..."

After only one word, he suddenly lost his voice.

Behind the swaying colorful rope, a gorgeous figure stands tall and graceful, with a delicate face hidden behind it.

The wind blows under the colorful shed, making the colored ropes sway slightly non-stop. There are copper bells tied under these colored ropes, which make a crisp and pleasant sound when blown like this.

She was raising her head, looking at the place where the colorful rope meets the colorful shed.

His eyes are as bright as water, focused and bright.

As if aware of his gaze, she slowly lowered her head and looked at him.

There is a small hole in the roof of the colorful shed, through which a beam of sunlight sneaks in, twisted thinly, like a bright colored rope.

When she lowered her head, the colored rope inserted obliquely swept from the corner of her mouth to the corner of her eyes, just like the colored rope used to open a woman's face when she is newly married.

She lowered her eyes to him who was squatting halfway to pick up the mask.

The light caught her eyelashes.

Her eyelashes trembled, and his figure was reflected in her clear eyes.

She smiled brightly at him.

He couldn't help but took a deep breath, the intoxicating aroma in the canopy made his mouth dry.

The wind blows again.

"Jingle - jingle -"

The swaying colored rope touched her face from time to time.

She stretched out her hand to pull away the colorful rope, and her long red sleeves were entangled with the colorful rope.

The red sleeve covered half of her cheeks, but the other half was more and more charming.

"Thank you."

She reached for the cat-face mask in his hand.

He squeezed the mask, but forgot to let go.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

He was embarrassed for a while, and let go of his hand suddenly.

She put the cat face mask back on her face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

The eyes are smiling, like spring water with peach blossoms.

She nodded slightly to him, shook her red sleeves, pulled away the colorful rope and left.

The colorful rope she pulled away made a "jingle" and slapped the back of his hand.

He looked down, and then looked up, the red figure completely disappeared in the rich and complex aroma.

The colored rope swayed, the bell jingled, and the aroma was still stirring.

He looked down at the back of his hand again, feeling a sense of regret.

He even couldn't help but doubt—did that scene just now really happen?

"Since that petty official doesn't want it, the lottery is yours."

The stall owner hurriedly put away the few needles that he had given to Ximen Qingqing before, took off the fan and handed it to him.

He touched the exquisite fan in his hand and asked the stall owner, "Who was that person just now?"

The stall owner shrugged, "I don't know whose family's pretty little official it is."

Little official...

He felt even more regretful.

The stall owner looked at the man's wolf waist and ape arms, afraid that he would be overwhelmed, so he played Guanpu here, and hurriedly said: "I saw him walking around here just now, maybe I have to go to other colorful booths to see, why don't you go?" Take a look at other color sheds, maybe you can find him."

He lost his mind and smiled, "Why should I ask him? We met by chance..."

Saying this, he followed the place Ximen Qingqing had left before.

He clenched the fan tightly in his hand, and carefully put it in the place where the hidden weapon was hidden in his sleeve.

The author has something to say: Seeing Ximen mistakenly for life, a new character appeared~

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感谢在2020-03-2023:59:43~2020-03-2123:59:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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