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

When Zhu Jiuci came out from the Red Square, it was completely dark, and the thick night shrouded the sky, as dense as thick ink.

It seems that the sound of the piano is still lingering in my ears, which lasts for a long time.The sound of Liang Zhaoge's piano is really extraordinary, hearing it is like falling into a fairyland, and I can't control it for a long time.

Zhu Jiuci had no choice but to find a path in the fog created by that person. After walking for a long time, he couldn't get out of the fog. It wasn't until the sound of the piano faded away that Zhu Jiuci finally woke up. The sound of the side qin has not faded away, and he finds a sense of existence in his mind from time to time.

The lanterns at the entrance of the downtown area have already been lit, and they are bustling. They are lit up one by one along the long street, winding into fiery red streams and rivers.

Zhu Jiuci originally wanted to stay in Red Square for more time, but after all, the Duke’s Mansion has his partners as guests, Zhu Jiuci can’t let his partners stay in the Duke’s Mansion alone and then leave on their own, no matter what, Zhu Jiuci still has to stay He rushed back to the Duke's mansion in the evening, so that he could send his little friend out.

The night wind from the capital blows over the sleeves, and gets in along the cuffs and wraps around the arms, which is very refreshing and cool.The black hair was blown to the front and brushed against the cheeks, Zhu Jiuci raised his hand to push them back.

The Red Square was bustling and noisy behind him, on the stage Le Niang was playing the unchanging melody, and those bloated listeners collapsed in the armchairs under the stage, the fat in their chests trembling.Zhu Jiuci frowned, how could Liang Zhaoge be in such a place?

It was supposed to be a fairy song from heaven, but it fell into the band and competed with those vulgar tunes for a seat.

The sound of the piano reappeared in his ears, disturbing his thoughts. Liang Zhaoge's thin figure appeared in his mind, and his thin hands with distinct wrist bones could be vaguely seen under the cloud sleeves.His shoulders are still thin, and his whole body presents a kind of sickly beauty. The willows are as weak as the leaves blown by the north wind, as if he is about to step away on the clouds at any time.

A pair of phoenix eyes are as deep as a pool of water, almost dragging people into it involuntarily, sinking deeply into it, and can no longer come out.

Are you afraid, but you are really afraid.

However, Zhu Jiuci seems to be more afraid of the rules of this world, afraid that the ruthless hand will push the fate of all of them into the abyss.Even though he knows the ending of everyone like a prophet, he is also a chess piece of the world.How shrewd is the little chess piece to be able to compete with fate?

He was afraid that his fault would put the Duke and Mrs. Guo in danger, and he was also afraid of unforeseen consequences due to his compassion.

It might be the best choice to ignore Liang Zhaoge, but what did that godlike person do wrong?Whether he is good or evil, how can he judge Zhu Jiuci?

The street was bustling with crowds, peddlers and pedestrians passed by Zhu Jiuci, he lowered his head and squeezed his sleeves tightly, even if he was afraid, he would try this once.If Jingcheng loses this pair of exquisite hands because of him, Zhu Jiuci will be reviled by all ages.

Thinking through this, Zhu Jiuci breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards home, when he suddenly remembered something, he stopped and turned around to look towards the Linglong Pavilion in the Red Square.

His eyes moved up along the wall bricks, over the glazed tiles, past the overhanging cornices, and the naughty little beast he had stepped on, and then up to the windows he was familiar with.

Zhu Jiuci's eyes trembled, and the lights of Linglong Pavilion reflected in his eyes, as if stars had fallen into the sea.

On this busy street in the capital, Zhu Jiuci stood there for a long time, staring at the window in a daze.

If a tourist followed his gaze, he would be able to find a black-faced oil-paper umbrella lying horizontally on top of a small blue sculpture outside a window on the second floor of Linglong Pavilion.

"Young master locked it, how dare Zhaoge not let it go?"

Zhu Jiuci burst out laughing, Liang Zhaoge didn't know if he was stupid or crazy, or he was holding grudges, he just had a bad intention that day and wanted to put an umbrella on his window sill, but this guy still remembers it to this day.

Zhu Jiuci shook his head, turned around and followed the flow of people to the east.Liang Zhaoge could lock the windows if he wanted to. After all, his room is very big, and there are seven or eight other windows that can be opened.

The day of Liang Zhaoge's first ceremony was around the end of April.The reason why Zhu Jiuci can be remembered so clearly is because the original book is written like this: When the last peach blossom falls, the day of Liang Zhaoge's first ceremony arrives.

For this kind of literary description, Zhu Jiuci felt that it was useless except to make readers get goosebumps on their backs.

For example, now, he still doesn't know when Liang Zhaoge's first ceremony day will fall.He doesn't know when the last peach blossom in the capital will fall.Furthermore, the peach blossom trees in the central city of Beijing are not in the same season as the peach blossoms in the Xiangshan Mountain in the west of Beijing. It seems that neither party respects the other.

Why do you think that the peach blossom trees in the city represent Jingtao? How can I have any face in Xiangshan?Or, Xiangshan is located in the northwest of Beijing, one hundred and eight thousand miles away from the imperial city, what kind of Beijing peach blossom!

Although Xiangshan is famous for its red leaves, the older generation in Beijing must climb Xiangshan to see peach blossoms.

Going up from the wild slope at the foot of the north, walking for half an hour, you can catch a glimpse of pink in the mountain stream.The common people call it Taohuajian. There is no monument, but word of mouth has been passed down from generation to generation, and everyone with roots in Sijiu City knows it.

Some merchants like to disguise themselves as locals in order to gain convenience in doing business in Beijing. The old Beijingers only need to ask "Why go? Fragrant Hills?" No matter how standard his Beijing accent was, he was immediately recognized.

Zhu Jiuci was troubled. On the one hand, he was a flower in the city with an exclusive geographical advantage, and on the other was Xiangshan, the only place to enjoy peach blossoms in the hearts of ordinary people. The fate of choosing one or the other was really fatal.

Garbage author!It's not rigorous.

During the interval when Zhu Jiuci was struggling with Liang Zhaoge's first ceremony, he was not idle.

There are three big mountains in front of Zhu Jiuci.

The first one is the Duke and Mrs. Guo.

Zhu Jiuci really didn't think about how to tactfully tell his elders that your precious son is going to bring a living person back home.Moreover, she is the top person in the famous Hongliu No. [-] Square in Beijing, and the famous number one beauty in Beijing, Liang Zhaoge!

The second big mountain is his group of fox friends and dog friends.

These small gangsters in the capital who hang out with him all the year round are not temperaments of spending time, drinking and indulging in pleasure. They have never cared about beauty since they were born. The beauties carried a big sedan chair home like a baby, and they were kept a lot of effort in this matter, and gave a lot of ideas to please the beauties, and I don't know if their little hearts can bear it. live.

For the third mountain, Zhu Jiuci put down his brush and sighed softly as he watched the shadows of the trees swaying outside the window in a beautiful spring.

The prejudice of the human heart is a mountain.

Even if Zhu Jiuci dragged Liang Zhaoge out of the quagmire of Hongfang, how could he be able to live a clean life in the hearts of thousands of people in Beijing.

The evil crown of Hongfang can never be taken off, even if he lives in the Duke's mansion, the people's chat after dinner will not be "today there is a talented luthier living in Zhu's mansion", but only a flood of ridicule. "The little musician in Red Square has built a temple in his previous life. He got such good luck and was favored by the little prince of the capital!"

What fucking luck!

A musician is a musician, even if he flies up a branch, he can't change into a phoenix!

The tunes played by the musicians can only be obscene tunes, which cannot enter the ears and eyes, and cannot be on the stage!

piano sound?I'm afraid it's beautiful!The little father-in-law has never heard of He Qu, so how can he fall in love with his half-assed piano skills?

People speak dreadfully, and everyone speaks loudly.

The dirt on the pearl can be wiped off, but the prejudice in people's eyes cannot be erased.

"Young master, is it possible to write like this?"

Fatty Mo had a puffy round face, staring into a pair of round eyes, holding the paper in both hands, staring eagerly at Zhu Jiuci.

Zhu Jiuci stood in the middle of the huge and luxurious water pavilion in the Xia Mansion, staring at the paper with his hands behind his back, and after a long while he clicked his tongue and said, "Very good, very good, and I will add a dream wish at the end."

"Okay." Xia Ziyou bowed his head and added two sentences at the end of the paper.

Xiao Cen was squatting next to him and teasing the koi in the pond, then he turned his head, "What kind of momentum is this young man trying to create? The whole capital city is going to be turned upside down by you if all the ghosts and monsters are brought up here?"

Opening his mouth poked his head out from behind the pillar next to him, "Joke! It's been nearly 20 years, when did the capital escape from the clutches of the young master?"

Xiao Cen shook the water drops on his hand, the red koi flicked its tail, and the water rippled away, disappearing without a trace.

"That's right. When I was six years old, I rode across the street. Today, nearly 12% of the shops in Dongcheng from south to north are built by the Duke's Mansion. When I was eight years old, they fell into the Taiye Pool of the Imperial Palace. The Holy One ordered people to drain the entire pool. Shui rescued the young man, pulled out the prime minister’s beard when he was 16 years old, and presented him with a wig when he was [-] years old, and tens of thousands of people gathered in the downtown area during the Mid-Autumn Festival two years ago to call him by his name!”

Zhu Jiuci's intuition was terrified when he heard it. It is really not easy for the little father-in-law to live safely to this day.

"I did mess around a bit when I was a child." Zhu Jiuci explained with a blushing face.

"Childhood?" The three people under the pavilion shouted in unison.

"Young master, think about it carefully, what you are doing now is not fooling around?" Xiao Cen stood up and walked over with arms crossed.

"You didn't make a big fuss to disturb the Holy Majesty, and you didn't gather crowds to make trouble at the entrance of the downtown area. How could it be considered nonsense?"

Qu Jinghong came in from outside the pavilion with a huge stack of papers in his arms, and put them on the stone table with a bang, he took a breath and said, "Is there anything else that needs to be moved?"

Xiao Cen raised his eyebrows, glanced at the stone table, and then at Zhu Jiuci.

"Cough." Zhu Jiuci covered his mouth and said, "This time I'm messing around, I hope you brothers can help me!"

Xia Ziyou raised his head from the pile of papers, his face was stained with ink, his eyes were red and he said, "I always feel cool on my neck."

"Write yours!" Everyone under the pavilion shouted in unison.

"Oh..." Fatty Mo lowered his head with red eyes again, holding a brush in his left hand to write.

Kai Guangzui came over, put the compass in his sleeve, picked up a piece of paper and looked at the sunlight, "The rice paper from more than a hundred paper mills in the capital, the most common ink ingot, and the handwriting on the left hand, I can't find the source."

Xiao Cen rubbed his hands, and hugged Zhu Jiuci, "I'm a little nervous!"

Zhu Jiuci pushed him away, "I'm not nervous."

In April in Beijing, peach blossoms turn from the peak season to the end.

The spring rains come from time to time, pattering all over the capital, and people walking on the streets of Jingzhong can smell the fragrance of the country soil.

Although the spring rain is good, the weather is always cloudy. The sky in the capital is thick with clouds, and the sun cannot be seen once for many days, let alone the blue sky.

The bully squad in the capital is ready for battle. Every day before dawn, they set off from the mansion and gather in the Xia mansion, which is surrounded by gold.

If you are interested, you will find that the young master who hangs around the Yanliu Restaurant all the year round will not go to Red Square, the young general Qu Jinghong who loves swords like his life has not practiced swords for ten days, and the young master Xia Ziyou has not bought books for many days. Open your mouth It has been a long time since my fortune-telling flag has been floating on the street, and the writing booth at the entrance of the downtown area is also covered with a layer of dust.

The sky is changing suddenly, and the storm is about to come.

under the pavilion.

Xiao Cen raised his hand to block Zhu Jiuci's forehead, and the cloud sleeve fell down, covering the fine and chaotic rain.

"It's very gloomy today. It feels like it's night before dusk. I'm afraid it's going to rain heavily. Why don't you go inside and wait?"

Zhu Jiuci pushed back the man's sleeve, "No, it's now."

The author has something to say: "People's prejudices are like a mountain." From the movie "Nezha", there is a difference of one or two words.