The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

The carriage drove them all the way to Zuixianlou. On the way, Zhu Jiuci finally figured out that it was not okay for him to block his face because of the beauty's ostentation. Of course, the white gauze had to be wrapped around the beauty's head.

Before getting off the carriage, Zhu Jiuci wrapped the beauty into rice dumplings, and happily led him into the Zuixian Tower.

Liang Zhaoge staggered and followed behind, not as silently as a cat in usual times, it was rare that there was a sound when walking, Zhu Jiuci looked back, the beauty under the tulle covered her face flushed, and forgot to take a breath!

Quickly tossed and turned a few times to give Liang Zhaoge enough room to breathe, and then led him up the wooden ladder step by step.

But Zhu Jiuci finally made a mistake. Why do peerless beauties need to see their faces in this world? It can be judged only by their graceful figure, waist that cannot be grasped, and delicate toes that step on the ground. The first one is the largest Zuixian building in the capital, and the visitors are all young grandpas and the like who are used to seeing beauties in the battlefield. You can see what kind of beautiful woman is hidden under Zhaojun's hat with just a glance.

Fortunately, the little grandpa has a bad reputation, the drinkers are at most greedy for a few glances from the back, and even dare not even think about it, some of them simply blindfolded, so that they will not be agitated if they can't see.

Leading the person all the way through the secluded corridor, like a wind and snow passing through the clouds, and finally entered the box, Zhu Jiuci took off Zhaojun's hat for that person, and the chatting and laughing in the box stopped abruptly.

Once the peerless face appeared, it made the luxurious wing of the Zuixian Tower lose its color and looked like a shabby room. If it really answered the word, it would be full of splendor.

Jiang Chengzi had seen such a big scene before, he was the first to break away from the beauty of the prosperous age, grabbed Fatty Mo by the collar and threw it aside, and respectfully welcomed Zhu Jiuci and his stunning beauty to the main seat.

Zhu Jiuci originally wanted Liang Zhaoge to sit in the chief seat. After all, today was a banquet for him, but Liang Zhaoge sat down first, stretched out his hand and held him half forcefully and pushed him into the chief seat.

"Young master, sit down." Liang Zhaoge called him.

As soon as the beauty's clear voice came out, the small room suddenly gurgled like a stream flowing through the mountains and rivers, and everyone came to their senses, shaking their heads and sitting down.

Zhu Jiuci was so careless that he didn't see the stunned looks of his brothers, and he was used to seeing Liang Zhaoge's beauty, so he only thought about the famous dishes of Zuixianlou that he might like to eat, thinking about which ones to order , In the end, I just didn't think about it and just ordered the whole thing. It's rare for a beauty to go out, so of course it's good to entertain.

"I've heard the name of Da Si Le for a long time, and seeing it today really deserves the name." Jiang Chengzi imitated his father's official accent and stepped forward to start.

Zhu Jiuci patted him back, "I haven't seen you before? You're glib."

Fatty Mo was rummaging for a brush beside him, his face flushed with anxiety.

Xiao Cen reminded him to pay attention to etiquette, "What are you looking for?"

Jiang Chengzi happily answered for him: "I'm afraid I think of a few poems taught by the master again, so I need to write them down quickly."

Liang Zhaoge looked at the crowds in a hurry, remembering that Zhu Jiuci asked him to answer more questions, so he asked Xia Ziyou carefully: "What poem does Mr. Xia write?"

Fatty Mo was startled, and opened his mouth tremblingly: "The expression is thick and elegant, and the texture is delicate and well-proportioned."

Xiao Cen quickly covered his mouth, Jiang Chengzi rushed forward to rescue the scene and answered, "Here! It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar." Quack quack.

Liang Zhaoge looked at Zhu Jiuci.

The latter understood at a glance that Liang Zhaoge's eyes meant that his friends were interesting.

"There seems to be one missing?" the beauty asked him in a low voice.

With sharp ears, Jiang Chengzi smiled and pushed the teacup forward, "Either Da Si Le is kind, beautiful, and delicate, and there is indeed one missing."

Xiao Cen stood up and went to the window, pushed open the wooden window and shouted down: "Little General Qu, come over here, hurry up!"

Backed away two steps, a gust of wind came, Qu Jinghong spun and jumped into the window, rushing in front of him with his long black hair, some traces of which were stained with thin sweat.With the long sword behind his back, he has a slim figure.In a blink of an eye, he saw a corner of the room with a stunning beauty, and with a shake of his hand, the long sword was white and bright.

Xiao Cen raised his hand and knocked on the long sword behind his back, "I'm afraid I'm getting impatient to live with the sword in front of the young master."

Qu Jinghong quickly retracted his sword, went to the side room to tidy up and sat down immediately.

The banquet was full of people, and the restraint just disappeared.

Fatty Mo finally found the brush, hugged the scroll and wrote vigorously beside him, enjoying himself in the world of pen and ink.

During the uproar, Xiao Cen suddenly got up to toast.

My respect is Liang Zhaoge.

After all, he did not apologize in person for the Xianshan incident. Even though everything was over and everything was settled, he still felt nervous and his fingertips trembled slightly. After all, it was his best friend who was hurt, and Da Si Le, who was bestowed by the sage of Beiguo State. But there is no criticism at all, it is really a bodhisattva's heart.

Liang Zhaoge retaliated. When clinking glasses, he stuffed a small jar into his palm. The movement was so fast and covered by his sleeve that he didn't even see Zhu Jiuci.

However, Xiao Cen was careless. After clinking glasses, he spread out his palms out of curiosity. In the center of his rough palms lay exquisite jade porcelain. Zhu Jiuci almost blew his hair when he saw it.Although there was absolutely no secret between the two of them, such a small act of "privately giving and receiving" really made jealousy.

Squeeze someone's thigh under the table.

Liang Zhaoge frowned aggrievedly.

Jiang Chengzi didn't think it was a big deal, so he snatched it and unscrewed the cork, and the scent of medicine immediately filled the room, making it extremely cool.

Xiao Cen quickly cupped his hands, "Thank you, Mr. Liang."

It is a panacea for frostbite.

Now his frostbite has not healed, and his face is still ugly.I thought that after returning to Beijing, it would be enough to take good care of me and stop being exposed to the cold, but I didn’t think so because my skin couldn’t stand the torment once I returned to the warm house, and the chilblains intensified. It hurt and itched every night, and the torture made me crazy. According to his words For him, it would be better to give him two knives to have a good time.

Liang Zhaoge said modestly and politely: "Smear it on in the morning and evening, and it will be better after a month or so."

Zhu Jiuci knew that he had misunderstood someone, so he stretched out his claws to snore at the thigh that he pinched.

Liang Zhaoge pressed his hand.

Looking up at him, there was still water in the eyes.

Zhu Jiuci's heart is in pain. This time he misunderstood the beauty, and I am afraid that some comfort is indispensable.

Besides, thinking carefully about Liang Zhaoge's actions, it can be seen that the beauty really put her mind to it.If it was given to Xiao Cen privately, it would be true, but if it was given publicly, there would be the suspicion of ridiculing the sore face, so it is most appropriate to hand it over while covering the toast.

Now if I misunderstand, I really throw the beauty's good intentions into the dust, how can this be comforting.

Looking up at Xiao Cen angrily, he blamed this fool for not accepting it carefully!

Xiao Cen saw the little father-in-law looking at him resentfully, he was at a loss for a moment, and turned to look at Fatty Mo, decisively choosing to divert the conflict.

"Today is too much wine to drink, how can there be no good words, Mr. Xia, why don't you add a few words to cheer you up."

Xia Ziyou's chubby cheeks were flushed, and he was holding a pen while he was drunk and wanted to speak. Jiang Chengzi held him down, "I can't let Mr. Xia add to the fun today."

Xiao Cen glanced at the small scroll, and was immediately thankful that Jiang Chengzi stopped him.Then he raised his eyes and bumped into Zhu Jiuci's sight again, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Then please give me a toast."

"Go!" Zhu Jiuci didn't bother to talk to him, and dared to make fun of the little father-in-law's name, he was really impatient.

Liang Zhaoge took his sleeve.

Zhu Jiuci was dumbfounded. Is the word "go" considered a foul language? For a while, he had the illusion that he was being controlled by his family.

Forget it, today I want to follow the beauty's will, leaning forward and taking the wine cup to toast, Liang Zhaoge held him down and stood up gracefully, took the wine cup from his hand and faced the lords with utmost courtesy. The god of transformation, ethereal and elegant, came to the world, attracting everyone's eyes and hearts.

After drinking the cup, everyone marveled at how courtly and aristocratic the beauty is, every frown and smile is engraved in the etiquette book, and the red tape is actually a compliment to him.

Zhu Jiuci was leaning on the soft chair with the wine cup in his arms, his eyes were a little sore, the beautiful woman in front of him had lost all her glamour, just like those young men in the capital smiling brightly, if he really returned to his past life experience, he could change it, Liang Zhaoge would definitely make the girls in the capital blush The startled young man, unrestrained and unruly, with a bright morning sun, was young and thin in spring clothes, riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge, full of red sleeves.

Liang Zhaoge sat down, completed the entertainment task assigned by the little father-in-law, and resolutely shrank back to his own small world. He abandoned the surroundings, and leaned over when he smelled a little sweet fragrance on the tip of his nose.

Haw, stick to Zhu Jiuci.

Fatty Mo was writing furiously, when he raised his eyes to pick up the material, he saw the sticky two people on the opposite side, and stopped writing for a moment.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like the scene of an old man hugging a beautiful woman at home, the more you look at it, the more it looks like it!

Especially the tangled hair, the occasional hook of the fingertips, the movement of the eyes, the touch of the skin, and the big red and gold embroidered screen behind it!

Xia Ziyou asked Qu Jinghong in confusion, "This... can I watch it?"

Qu Jinghong held his sword calmly: "Do not despise evil."

Fatty Mo nodded and looked out the window to see the snow.

Dusk is approaching, the clouds are swallowing snow, and the plum blossoms are absolutely clear.

There was a lot of noise under the seats, and there were staggered cups of wine at the table.Although Liang Zhaoge spends most of his time on Zhu Jiuci's body and wrapping his ink hair, he still has a lot of etiquette. He talks and laughs elegantly with his friends, toasts, appreciates poems and paintings, and is proficient in all etiquettes in poetry and writing. It's really amazing. It won a full house, and also surprised a certain little grandpa.

In vain he worried day by day that Liang Zhaoge would be bored in his own small world and could not come out. It turns out that there is a vast world in the heart of a beauty, but he cannot see the whole picture with the naked eye.

Meeting friends this time has been fruitful, and I wish you a happy cup of wine for a long time.After three cups and two cups, the whole audience was intoxicated.

Xiao Cen got the precious medicine for himself and saw that the man had a poetic and literary bearing, an extraordinary temperament, and he already regarded Liang Zhaoge as his close brother. He drunk himself up, cried bitterly and apologized, and everyone in the room hated and laughed at him.The young man's heart is so clear, he speaks out and speaks out, although there are many shortcomings, but in the end, the flaws are not concealed, the thoughts go straight to the bottom of the heart, and he is a happy friend.

Liang Zhaoge looked at the drunken man in his arms, and then asked him: "Is what Mr. Xiao said true?"

Xiao Cen raised his head and drank a glass of fruit wine, "Five years old! It's still in the Xiao Manor's warehouse."

Liang Zhaoge nodded thoughtfully.

Xiao Cen waved his hand boldly: "Brother Liang, if you want to see it, it's not easy to pry the treasury!"

Liang Zhaoge smiled and thanked.

The person in his arms was sleepy and dazed, his small hands were raised to cover his eyes to cover the bright light, Liang Zhaoge took tulle to cover his face.It's no wonder that the gang of bullies in the capital are well-known throughout the northern Guoguo. It turns out that the methods of committing crimes are similar, and it is difficult for the people of the capital to endure these years of suffering.

The face-to-face meeting ended successfully, but the drunk young man didn't know that his friends of 20 years turned against each other in just one meal. Nothing but good eyesight.

Liang Zhaoge bid farewell to all the friends, leaned over and picked up Zhu Jiu and left.

Without Zhaojun's hat on, no one in the banquet at Zuixianlou dared to look directly at his face.Behind the snow drape, red and white, with a villain hidden in his arms, he suddenly thought it was a son of a noble family who entered the building by accident, and his appearance was extraordinary.It was the villain hidden in their arms that attracted their attention, but when they raised their eyes and saw Liang Zhaoge, they all looked away like thieves, hiding in their small seats, wondering which high-ranking official in the capital hid such a big child.

Liang Zhaoge carried the man back to Xiyuan, carefully placed it on the couch, and pulled a thin quilt to cover it.After cleaning up the table, Yingying, who was still young and bright just now, turned around and turned back into a graceful beauty. She poked someone's cheek with her fingertips, and poked someone's cheek after poking for a long time. The soft handkerchief came back, wiped the corners of the man's mouth, casually threw the handkerchief aside, and rolled into his arms with a whimper.

It's still comfortable to be a beauty, but acting is really boring.

The author has something to say: Xiao Cen: Brothers are all from acting? ?

Fatty Mo: All promising methods are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity...

Jiang Chengzi: Translate, it’s all routine.

Qu Jinghong: I only love swords.

Jiang Chengzi: Translate, never hurt.

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Du Fu in "Beauty Walk": "The expression is strong, the meaning is far and gentle, and the texture is delicate and even."