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

"Birthday horoscope?" Xiao Cen looked at Jiang Chengzi suspiciously, "I thought you were going to come up with some shocking method." Xiao Cen rolled his eyes and sat down.

"Don't worry." Jiang Chengzi dragged him back, and the young men huddled around the wine table with their shoulders on their backs and their heads stuck together. Outsiders thought they were discussing some top-secret matter.

"Poetry, wine, singing, singing and dancing to give gold is naturally not the best choice for the young father-in-law. If you want to embrace a beautiful woman, you actually have to start with the details."

Fatty Mo obediently asked, "Birth date counts as a detail?"

"Of course." Jiang Chengzi waved his arms and prepared to talk, "Beauty's birthday is here, if you don't give her a little gift to express your love, in case you miss it," Jiang Chengzi clapped his hands, "That beauty How would you think, you even forgot your birthday, how could you think you liked her?"

"It seems to make sense." Xiao Cen picked up the wine cup, raised his head and swallowed a mouthful. He patted Zhu Jiuci's shoulder, "When is that beauty's birthday? Let us help you choose a souvenir."

Zhu Jiuci was taken aback for a moment, he didn't seem to know Liang Zhaoge's birthday.

"Hiss, this is a bit difficult, but with the young master's mind, can't you figure it out in a few words?" Kai Guangzui put away the brush and cinnabar in depression, and they sat back on their seats.

The 70-year-old daughter's red wine is more fragrant than the product. Even if she doesn't drink alcohol, the aroma of the wine penetrates into the lungs along the air, immersing the whole person in the strong and mellow wine barrel.

"Birthday..." Zhu Jiuci stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips.

Spring in the capital is always changeable. Yesterday it was cold and windy, and tomorrow it will shine bright and warm on the earth. The warm wind brings the fragrance of peach blossoms to the streets and alleys of the capital, penetrates deep into the alleys, and floats into the homes of ordinary people.

Clothes hanging in the courtyard flutter gently with the spring breeze of peach blossoms. People wear clothes dyed with the fragrance of peach blossoms and go to the street. The bell is ringing, squinting at the cornices and walls, and sighing with emotion as a skilled craftsman, and then strolling slowly to Huguosi Street to buy bean juice and coke rings and go home.

Zhu Jiuci curled up like a cat in his own small stall at the entrance of the downtown area, squinting his eyes to enjoy the warm afternoon sun, lazily and comfortably.

The downtown area is bustling with people coming and going, but he seems to have carved out a small world of his own in the hustle and bustle. When he is tired of writing poems, he sits there quietly and observes all kinds of things from the perspective of a bystander. The people here are sometimes children running away in a hurry, sometimes girls holding oil-paper umbrellas, and occasionally there are old people who walk slowly and wrinkled.

This is the capital.

Four seasons flow, life is full of vicissitudes.

Zhu Jiuci yawned, sat down again in front of the stall, picked up a brush to moisten the ink, spread out a piece of rice paper, and started working again.

"What's going on in the mountains? Brewing wine with pine flowers, spring water..." Before finishing half a line of the poem, a horsewhip was slapped on the table, and the rice paper was split in two, and it was almost half an inch away from the back of his hand.

Zhu Jiuci frowned and looked over. A young man about seventeen or eighteen looked at him provocatively. He was riding on a ostentatious tall date chestnut horse with black boots on the saddle. His calves were stretched straight and his back was high. Standing tall, he wore an eye-catching red suit with black belts on the cuffs.

"I wish you a long time, you are so courageous!"

Zhu Jiuci raised his eyebrows and put down his brush.Since he fell into this book, he hasn't heard anyone call him by his name directly. Those who come here always call him "Little Gongye" respectfully. This is the first time he has encountered someone who calls him by his name directly.

He calmly picked up the rice paper and rolled it into a ball, threw it into the basket next to him, picked up another sheet from the side and spread it on the table, picked up the brush and prepared to write again.

"I wish you a long time!" The young man threw down the reins, jumped off the horse with a grunt of the whip, strode to his small stall, and slapped his palm on the table. The poor little shop trembled in the wind, almost To fall apart.

Zhu Jiuci held the bookshelf steady and looked over with a cold eye. The latter jumped back in shock, straightened his riding whip and shouted loudly: "What are you doing! I am not afraid of you! Don't rely on your status as a young lord. You can act recklessly in the capital, have you forgotten that you are still not allowed to ride horses and chariots!"

This person is as timid as a mouse and has no brains to provoke. Zhu Jiuci came to a conclusion and ignored him.

"I wish you a long farewell! Today, my son is here to act on behalf of the heavens, and to ask for an explanation for the people in Beijing!"

Zhu Jiuci sighed and put down the brush, propped his chin and looked at the reincarnated Bao Qingtian, waiting for his next words.

"Let me ask you, did you buy out the Da Yuezhi carpet at No. 23 Haibai Hutong A!"

Zhu Jiuci's eyelids twitched, as if there was such a thing.

"It takes half a year to make a carpet in the Western Regions. Not to mention the time-consuming and labor-intensive weaving, the dyeing and drying alone will take a long time. The people in Beijing and China line up to buy carpets until the next year. Fortunately, you will put them in the shop overnight. All the finished products are sold out!"

Zhu Jiuci coughed twice, and raised his head generously. Although it was not kind for him to sweep away the Da Yuezhi carpet, he did it completely according to the legal transaction he sold me and bought, and did not harm the interests of others.

"My lord, Yuezhi carpets have always been ordered in advance. The common people queue up until the next year just because they want to order the color of their own choice. Naturally, they don't need to queue up to buy the finished products in the store. Besides, it is to prevent any Only when there is an urgent need, there will be finished products for sale. I have an urgent need to buy finished products, why not?"

The young man was so angry that his face was flushed with blue veins on his forehead, and he clenched his whip tightly and slammed it on the ground, causing the dust to fly up, "If you buy out the shop, I won't be able to buy it!"

"Is the son in urgent need?"

"no!"

Zhu Jiuci looked at him with an expression of what are you talking about.

"I wish you a long time to talk nonsense, talk nonsense, confuse the public, and bully others! I want to..."

Zhu Jiuci looked at him calmly: "How about you?"

The boy in red jumped back on his horse in panic, "I, Chen Qingyan, have been angered here today. If I don't take revenge, I swear I won't be a human being! Just wait, I'll go to the Yamen to sue you!"

Zhu Jiuci was speechless for a moment as he watched the date chestnut-colored horse carrying the red man disappear into the street in a hurry.

This is the capital city, where there are many birds and all kinds of forests.

Zhu Jiuci picked up the pen again, and just as the nib was about to fall, he paused in his thoughts. The name Chen Qingyan seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was at the moment. It should be a supporting role outside the eighteenth place in the book.

But this Chen Qingyan unexpectedly reminded him that he has been huddling in his small stall for the past few days, not knowing why he went to see Liang Zhaoge, and was worrying about how to deliver sugar-coated cannonballs, and now the carpet is an excellent excuse.

Zhu Jiuci raised his eyes to look at the sky. There was still some time before the sun set, so he simply closed the stall, picked up the small wooden box and walked to Red Square.

The Red Square in the daytime is very quiet. Entering the lobby, a huge red silk hangs quietly in the center, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard. Ruan An, the guqin, lute and Liuqin, is quietly scattered in the orchestra pool. Pass through the center of these musical instruments, pass the water pavilion, bypass the red silk, and step on the stairs leading to the second floor.

The dome of the Linglong Pavilion in the Red Square is surrounded by layers, and the glazed lamps have not yet been lit, and they stay quietly on the cornices as decorations.The surrounding area was surprisingly quiet, and the faint sound of shoes stepping on the wooden ladder echoed in the empty lobby.

The wing rooms on the second floor are all closed, and the closed carved mahogany doors are usually displayed on the veranda.

Zhu Jiuci was walking slowly along the veranda, when suddenly a carved door opened in front of him, and he was so frightened that he almost lost his grip on the wine jar in his hand.

"I'm sorry, little grandpa." Lou Yaoyue smiled and supported Zhu Jiuci, "What is so precious?"

Zhu Jiuci took out the wine jar in his arms, "Peach Blossom Brew from downtown."

"Young master has good taste," Lou Yaoyue said and was about to reach for it, Zhu Jiuci hid beside him and protected the wine jar by his side.

"I want to drink myself and ask someone to buy it."

Lou Yaoyue frowned, her face paled, the disease on his face had already healed, he didn't wear a veil today, his face was pretty, he pursed his lips and said, "Young Master, really don't want Brother Yue'er anymore?"

"Spoof." Zhu Jiuci bypassed him and headed towards Liang Zhaoge's room.

"Young master, did you prepare it for Zhaoge'er?"

Zhu Jiuci stopped and turned around and nodded.

Lou Yaoyue smiled and rubbed her hands, covered her mouth with her thin white hands, and said in a low voice, "Young master offends the beauty, how can a pot of wine be able to make it better?" He stretched out his hand while talking. Steal the wine in Zhu Jiuci's hand.

"Are you sad..." Zhu Jiuci was stunned.

Lou Yaoyue was unsuccessful in stealing, so she nodded regretfully.

"Isn't it? A few days ago, I was bored in the house all day. If I didn't knock on the door, I was afraid that he would die inside."

Lou Yaoyue stared at the person in front of her, seeing that person's small face turned white into paper, and added with a smile: "Young master, don't worry, Zhao Ge'er is fine, except that he can't eat every day, he doesn't come out to see people very much. , Thinking about it carefully, he is also like this usually, so it should be fine."

Zhu Jiuci nodded in a muffled voice, and walked quickly with the wine jar in his arms.

Lou Yaoyue strode forward and reached out to block Zhu Jiuci, who almost hit him.

Lou Yaoyue smiled and pointed behind Zhu Jiuci, "Zhao Ge'er is not in the room, you can see it when you go out from the small west gate."

"Thank you Brother Yue'er, I'll bring you wine next time."

"Then thank you, little lord." Lou Yaoyue curled her lips, took out a beauty mirror from somewhere, and felt sorry for herself, "I really don't know how can my little lord look down on such a beautiful face?"

Zhu Jiuci threw the small wooden box from the writing booth at the door of Liang Zhaoge's room, turned around and stomped downstairs with the wine jar in his arms.

Trot all the way through the water pavilion in the lobby, and go out from the small west gate. The warm sun shines brightly, and as far as the eye can see, there is a sea of ​​gold.

The layout of the Red Square is very ingenious. The east small gate is the backyard that Zhu Jiuci broke into last time, and the west small gate is a section of veranda and water pavilion. The open space is used for moon viewing during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhu Jiuci walked towards the water pavilion stepping on the stone slab, and heard a dull knocking sound.

Getting closer, there seems to be a figure in the center of the water court.Zhu Jiuci quietly poked his head out from behind the watercolor pillars. Liang Zhaoge was wearing a flowing white brocade and sat at the stone table in the center of the small pavilion, holding a white jade bowl in his hand and gently pounding it with a jade hammer.

The slender knuckles were resting on the translucent white jade bowl, and the fingertips were slightly red from the ice.

The bright sunlight shines softly on him through the cornices of the pavilion corners, the white brocade silk shimmers like flowing water, the black hair gently flutters and spreads on his shoulders, and the green jade hairpin on his head gently dangles as he poundes the jade.

It is rare for Liang Zhaoge to dress neatly, instead of lazily spreading it around his body as usual. The skirts fit his body, and the layers are extremely neat and layered, covering his thin shoulders. From Zhu Jiuci's point of view, the stone table can hardly be seen. Holding the slender waist, a white jade girdle can be vaguely seen.

For some reason, Zhu Jiuci suddenly thought of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th, when sweet-scented osmanthus flowers float jade and chaotic clouds cover the moon.The peach blossom wine in my hand seems to reveal the sweet fragrance of osmanthus. On the bright full moon, snow rabbits pounding medicine should be such a beautiful sight.