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

"What story does Zhaoge want to hear?"

"My little father-in-law is willing to listen to Zhaoge." Liang Zhaoge was lazily leaning on the beauty couch, his body was a little shorter than Zhu Jiuci's. He slightly raised his head and looked at Zhu Jiuci intently.

"This..." Zhu Jiuci's mind was blank for a while, but seeing Liang Zhaoge's bright eyes, looking at him with great expectation, Zhu Jiuci blurted out, "There is no story, but there are a few to coax the children."

Liang Zhaoge was stunned for a moment, put his arm on the armrest of the beauty's couch, and half propped up, "Listen to the young master."

"Cough." Zhu Jiuci kicked off his shoes and socks, sat cross-legged on the beauty couch, threw a cushion behind his back and began to talk seriously, "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. Tell a story, what is it about?"

Zhu Jiuci looked over and saw the person leaning on the beauty's couch, lying there like a lazy cat, except for a pair of eyes shining brightly under the lamp, he was waiting for the next story.

Zhu Jiuci raised his eyebrows, and continued: "The story is that there used to be a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple..." He slowed down, seeing that Liang Zhaoge was still waiting for him with interest. He continued hesitantly, "I'm telling a story to the little monk, and what I'm telling is..."

On the first floor of the Linglong Pavilion in the Red Square, the halls are full of silk and bamboo, and there are intertwined cups of wine. The room on the next floor is quietly telling a story. The story has been told for seven or eight rounds, and Zhu Jiuci's doubts are getting deeper and deeper.

"Once upon a time there was a mountain... Zhaoge, haven't you heard the story?"

Liang Zhaoge shook his head.

The wooden window was not closed tightly, and the evening wind came in through the crack of the window, blowing past the hanging paintings on the wall, shaking them gently, and the hanging curtain hit the white wall, jingling.

"Zhaoge heard such a story for the first time, and now I feel that it is just like what the little father-in-law said. This story is indeed for coaxing children. Zhaoge feels a little sleepy now after hearing it. I think the children will go to bed early before the ending. caught."

Liang Zhaoge rubbed his eyes, as if he wanted to persevere until the end.

Zhu Jiuci suddenly lost his interest in being funny and stopped talking.

"Did the little prince stop talking?"

Zhu Jiuci swallowed the words, and then lied: "The story is too long, and the ending of the old monk in the mountain can only be told all night."

Liang Zhaoge nodded regretfully, and immediately smiled, "Then don't listen to it. If you talk all night, how can the young man's voice be able to bear it?"

Zhu Jiuci opened his mouth and did not speak.

The sound of knocking clappers outside the window came in from far and near. It was the old man who carried the burden in the tofu Chen Hutong under the Drum Tower in Beijing.

People in these alleys in the capital are listening to the sound of the clapper of the tofu and cooking.

Liang Zhaoge sat up and leaned under the couch to find his shoes.

"Where are you going?" Zhu Jiuci pulled him back.

"Young master didn't have dinner, did you? Zhaoge went to order the kitchen to cook it."

"No need," Zhu Jiuci grabbed him and looked beside him, "I asked Anian to prepare some Huguo Temple snacks when I came here, ah... where is he?" Only then did Zhu Jiuci discover his little The attendant has not been with him.

The culprit, Liang Zhaoge, hooked his hair with his fingertips, and analyzed kindly: "Maybe he ran out because he was greedy for fun. The little father-in-law doesn't remember to eat, so I can't make Ah Nian hungry too."

Zhu Jiuci nodded, with guilt on his brows.

Liang Zhaoge smiled and sat up, tugging on Zhu Jiuci's sleeve, "Red Square has recently recruited a chef with excellent craftsmanship, and his specialty is milk cake, let me try it?"

Zhu Jiuci is interested, and to be praised by Liang Zhaoge, it must be a very unparalleled skill.

Liang Zhaoge nodded slightly, and stepped down to the bed, Zhu Jiuci stopped him again.

"Didn't the young man want to eat milk cake?" Liang Zhaoge looked at him complainingly with his mouth curled up.

Zhu Jiuci jumped off the bed, put on his shoes and socks and went out, "Eat is necessary, but you can't abuse the wounded to run for me."

Zhu Jiuci went down to the first floor, he wanted to turn directly to the back kitchen, but he didn't know who was the new chef, so he thought about turning to the lobby to tell Liu Niang.

Today, the Red Square is extremely lively. In the center of the waterside pavilion in the lobby, verandas, guest seats, and the orchestra pit, there are young people standing and sitting with pipas in their arms.

Lou Yaoyue was still wearing eye-catching light yellow and stood under the huge red silk at the Red Square to lead the performance.

The sound of the pipa is clanging into my ears.

The clear sound of the pipa surrounds the Red Square along the corridor. If you look up, the circular dome of the Red Square seems to be repeating the syllables of the pipa.

Pipa teenagers are very active, each standing in their own small territory holding the pipa and dancing.

After Zhu Jiuci finished explaining to Liu Niang, he couldn't help asking: "How many pipa players are there in Red Square?"

Liu Niang carefully put away the banknotes, piled up a flattering smile and said: "It's all here, if the young man likes anyone, just tell me, and I'll send you a plate of flowers in a while."

"All..." Zhu Jiuci turned his head and stared at the feet of those teenagers kicking up and down. He turned around and asked Liu Niang, "Is everyone who participated in the Shangsi Festival here?"

Liu Niang nodded, "Isn't that all?"

The sound of the pipa turned high-pitched and eager, and the teenagers in the orchestra pit embraced the pipa, turned around and jumped up, stepping on the wooden floor with both feet, making a uniform stepping sound.

"Their feet... all right?"

Liu Niang covered her mouth and let out a laugh, "Either you say that the young man in the capital is attractive, and everyone in the city will stick to him. How can anyone else be as considerate and considerate as the young man. You mean Treading water on the Shangsi Festival?"

Liu Niang turned her head and glanced at the boys, and said to Zhu Jiuci: "Although there are many gravels in the river beach, we at Hongfang can't abuse people, right? We have thick-soled wooden clogs, so it's fine to dance all night. "

Zhu Jiuci was about to speak, but Liu Niang suddenly lowered her voice and continued mysteriously, "Young master, don't dare to tell others that since you pray for water, you have to go barefoot to get it to work. This will let the people in the capital know that we are sneaking in Hongfang. Put shoes on the children, not to mention the punishment from heaven, the saliva of the people in the whole capital can drown me!"

Lou Yaoyue came over with her pipa in her arms, and hugged Zhu Jiuci, "Mother Liu, don't scare the little eunuch, praying for water on the Shangsi Festival is just for the common people to enjoy. Who really expects this to pray for blessings and reduce plagues?"

Liu Niang took out the red silk and shook it in front of her face, "Hey, I just want to see that the young man cares about our young man, so I'm here to cheer."

"No one like you." Lou Yaoyue rolled his eyes, and when his arms were empty, he saw Zhu Jiuci leaving silently and going upstairs.

"What's the matter?" Liu Niang frowned, followed Lou Yaoyue's gaze, and said in fear, "Didn't you offend the young man?"

Lou Yaoyue gave her a sympathetic look, and left with her pipa in her arms.

Zhu Jiuci returned to the room, sat down in a muffled voice, and looked at the beauty's feet wrapped in layers of gauze on the couch in a daze.

"Why is it that the young man is so tired after going out?" Liang Zhaoge reached for the teacup, and put the cup back when the tea was cold.

Zhu Jiuci shook his head.

"Does your foot still hurt?"

Hearing this, Liang Zhaoge stretched out his hand to pull Zhu Jiuci over, faced him, and looked at him carefully for a while.He sighed, leaned over and pulled the soft blanket to cover his calves and feet.

"Zhaoge deliberately exposed his feet to seek the sympathy of the young man. It is impossible for the young man to care so much."

Zhu Jiuci still lowered his head, rubbing his sleeves with both hands.

Liang Zhaoge kicked off the soft blanket and went to the ground barefoot, standing in front of Zhu Jiuci.

"Young master, look up, am I alright?"

Zhu Jiuci raised his head with red eyes like a cat, "Why are you up, sit down quickly."

Liang Zhaoge leaned over to Zhu Jiuci's ear and said, "Wait for me." He reached out and licked the man's head, turned around and walked out.

When Zhu Jiuci held the cold teacup and waited obediently for Liang Zhaoge on the beauty's couch, he first smelled a faint sweet fragrance, and then the sweet fragrance became more intense, revealing the fragrance of milk.

Gradually, the rich sweetness of the milk filled the room, almost condensed into a solid body, hooking people's gluttons.

When Liang Zhaoge came in with a white jade plate, what he saw was Zhu Jiuci poking his head around to smell the fragrance of milk.

"Are you hungry?" Liang Zhaoge strode over, took the couch table, and put the white jade plate on it.

On the jade plate were two bowls of milk cakes, several plates of snacks, and two glass cups filled with purple fruit pulp.

Liang Zhaoge handed the hot handkerchief to Zhu Jiuci, and took away the cold tea from his hand by the way.

Zhu Jiuci sniffed the fragrance of milk, wiped his hands twice and then knelt on the couch with his arms folded on the couch table, like a student obediently waiting for his master to start class.

Liang Zhaoge glanced at him, smiled and put the small bowl in front of Zhu Jiuci, picked up the small spoon with his fingertips and put it into the bowl with a crisp sound.

The milk cake was served in a white jade bowl, steaming, soft, glutinous and sweet, crystal clear, even more translucent than the white jade bowl.

"Try it?" Liang Zhaoge said.

Zhu Jiuci scooped up half a spoonful and put it into the mouth carefully. It was instantly wrapped in the sweetness of milk, and the rich milky fragrance filled the mouth. It was thicker than pure milk and less greasy than cheese. It was sweet and tasted. Just right.

Zhu Jiuci narrowed his eyes and took another spoonful.

"Don't fight with the young master." Liang Zhaoge pushed the glazed cup over, "The freshly boiled sour berry puree relieves tiredness."

Zhu Jiuci glanced at the glazed cup, but still didn't put down the spoon in his hand, "Not greasy."

Liang Zhaoge raised his eyebrows, pushed the glazed cup closer, picked a piece of mung bean cake from the small plate, and ate it leisurely.

This time I ate to my heart's content, the milk cake was really appetizing, accompanied by three snacks, the milk cake quickly bottomed out.Zhu Jiuci still wanted to eat while holding the spoon, but the jade bowl in front of him was taken away.

"Don't give it to me, the little father-in-law is really greedy."

Zhu Jiuci stared at the jade bowl in Liang Zhao's singer, pursed his lips and asked curiously: "Zhaoge, who is this chef?"

Liang Zhaoge put the jade bowl aside, "Young master, don't try to poach the wall. If you want to eat, you can only come to Red Square."

Zhu Jiuci nodded.

Liang Zhaoge got up and took the jade plate away, and when he turned around, the corners of his mouth curled up.

The intoxicating music of silk and bamboo downstairs faded away, and the night deepened.After eating the milk cake, sleepiness surged up, Zhu Jiuci was lazy in a corner of the beauty's couch, and took a nap with his chin propped up.

Liang Zhaoge came back after delivering the jade plate, walked over on his toes, and covered the man with a soft blanket. The people on the couch opened their eyes in a daze, fear flashed past, and then smiled and said: "Thank you Zhao Song."

Liang Zhaoge pretended not to see the man's subconscious reaction, turned around and sat beside him, tapping the glass cup with his fingertips. "It's getting late, is the young man resting at Zhaoge's place?"

Zhu Jiuci yawned, propped himself up and jumped off the bed, "How can that be, Zhaoge is a wounded person, wouldn't I just add to the trouble here?"

Liang Zhaoge lowered his head, he didn't even notice that his fingertips were trembling under the glass cup.

Zhu Jiuci put on his shoes and socks by himself, and his mother-in-law explained dozens of precautions for recovering from his injuries. Seeing that Liang Zhaoge nodded seriously and wrote it down, he relaxed and left.

Before stepping out of the door, there was a crisp sound in the room, which seemed to be the sound of a glazed cup falling to the ground, followed by a muffled groan, Zhu Jiuci hurriedly turned and ran back.

Liang Zhaoge fell under the beauty's couch, and lay weakly on the ground. The ink spread all over his body, his thin and white arms rested on the ground, his slender knuckles supported the ground, and his fingertips turned red.Mo Qing's robes were scattered around his body, his feet wrapped in white gauze were exposed, and the gauze was soaked in dark red blood.