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

As General Qu Jinghong said, setting up a store in the capital is not an easy task.

Especially for the few of them who are still unofficial and unknown teenagers, although they claim to be the little overlords of the capital, they are nothing more than limited to the places where the dandies hang around in gambling shops and wine shops.

Once they step out of the feasting and feasting places, when faced with the real world of life, they are just a group of innocent and ignorant children.

But it is precisely because of this newborn calf's spirit that they are not afraid of tigers that they dare to do things that others dare not do.

One must know that the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Beijing was killed, killed and plundered in an instant, and was bitten and swallowed by the blood basin next to him without paying attention. Have to stay away.

The little father-in-law and the others kicked open the black hole and got in without thinking about their own safety.

The action guide for their group is very simple, and everyone has a map and asks from door to door.

However, this simplicity is based on the difficult days and nights of countless nights of burning lights in the early stage.

Zhu Jiuci and Xia Ziyou almost rummaged through the official documents in the capital, and finally found out a little bit about the business rules of the capital shop.

After summarizing the lengthy rules into a red forbidden zone that cannot be bought or sold, and after eliminating all areas that cannot be set foot by human and natural factors, they finally finalized the final action plan.

Xiao Cen's guy was busy preparing for his father's birthday, so he couldn't take care of it, and the rest of the people were not short of him, so they each circled on the map and assigned Xiao Cen's job.

The sun in May is not hot, but it is still sweaty after walking outside for a long time.

Qu Jinghong and Jiang Chengzi Xia Ziyou were alright, they each had their own chariots and horses, but Zhu Jiuci was in a bad situation, he had to rely on his own legs to walk little by little.

The carpet-like search work all over the capital lasted for nearly ten days, and now they have summed up several very suitable stores in their minds, and now they are nothing more than doing some finishing work to see if they can finally find a more suitable location.

In addition, pay attention to visit the neighbors of the tentative shop, check the character of the seller, and so on.

The busy days are finally over, and today's work is considered leisure. Just after the application time, the team gathered in the door frame alley to make a final summary.

When mentioning Menjia Hutong, one has to say Menjia Hutong Luzhu, but their team did not come here for Luzhu, but an unremarkable bean juice shop opposite.

Jiang Chengzi, as the youngest son of the Minister of Rituals, doesn't pay attention to etiquette, doesn't like to read, and likes to sip soybean juice on weekdays.

According to Jiang Chengzi's words, a bowl of soybean juice has a lot of knowledge, it is not limited to rich or poor, high or low. Yes, no more.

Those who are particular about sitting on the small table by the door, those who are not particular about squatting on the edge of the door can drink.It doesn't matter if you are a relative of the emperor or a wealthy businessman, drinking soybean juice will never be ridiculed.

People in Beijing like this one.

Jiang Chengzi took a big sip from the bowl and looked ahead, "But look, those who eat lamb sausages and fried enemas will be shamed, saying that inferior people eat these, and the rich and the rich will never eat them." will not go."

"Sometimes I get greedy and want to buy something from other people's bunks. The old people are all bent over and want to kowtow. I feel bad." Jiang Chengzi sighed, then put on a smile again, and the crooked tooth protruded from his mouth, "Or Soybean juice is good, there is no need to laugh at it."

Fatty Mo took a small sip from the edge of the bowl, and the steaming heat dyed his little face pink, "How could someone laugh at you?"

"It's not me, it's us."

"No, how can anyone in the capital dare to laugh at the young man?"

Jiang Chengzi was so angry that he laughed out loud, he put down the bowl, "It's not us, it's—that's all, you'd better study hard, it's good."

Zhu Jiuci understood Jiang Chengzi's implication, "What does Jiang Shizi want to do in the future?"

The age of 20 is a period of confusion, and they have never talked about it.

Jiang Chengzi asked without answering, "What do you want to do in the future?"

Zhu Jiuci did not speak.

In a peaceful and prosperous age, there is no war and no chaos.Among the group of them, the little father-in-law who belonged to the family of generals had the least idea of ​​what to do in the future.

The Northern Guo State has been prosperous and peaceful for 20 years. Except for the soldiers guarding the frontier, the garrisons in and around the capital only retain the most basic training.

The capital sings and dances to promote peace, regardless of political affairs.If even the children of the Great General of Zhen Guo do not join the military force, then the country has indeed reached the pinnacle of prosperity.

But among their group of teenagers, little general Qu Jinghong was an exception. He was not the oldest, but he knew exactly what he was going to do. Because of this, at such a young age, he was already a second-rank general.

From May to early summer comes to the capital, and a hundred flowers bloom.Year after year of prosperity may make these teenagers in the capital linger in the honeypot for too long, but it may not be a bad thing, and they will continue to move forward amidst confusion.

Zhu Jiuci wanted to throw the question to Qu Jinghong, but Jiang Chengzi had already thrown a few copper coins on the table and surrounded everyone to leave.

It was still early when Zhu Jiuci returned to the Duke's Mansion, he had been busy for many days, and today he was unexpectedly free, Zhu Jiuci was still not used to it.

A few days ago, he always got up early and went to Xiyuan to find Liang Zhaoge, practiced the piano for half a day, and went door-to-door in the city to inquire about stores after lunch.

Since Liang Zhaoge had no plans to leave for the time being, Zhu Jiuci brought Xiqin back to his schedule. If he could perform a performance or two in front of the Holy Master in the future, Liang Zhaoge would no longer have to treat himself as a fairy, and he could still gain a foothold in the capital.

Maybe Liang Zhaoge doesn't care about his status, but Zhu Jiuci, who claims to be an ordinary person, can't accept the attacks of rumors and gossips from others.

After all, many mouths make money, and accumulation destroys bones.

Immortals are immortals, high in the sky, and rotten eggs from the market must never be thrown into the clouds.

Today is still early, Zhu Jiuci decided to go to him to learn piano for another hour or two, and then have dinner together.

Stepping into Xiyuan, it is quiet and peaceful, and the heat of early summer seems to fade away in an instant.

Zhu Jiuci walked out of the small pavilion, and saw from a distance that the carved wooden windows of the house were wide open on both sides, and more than one was open, at least eight windows were open as far as the eye could see.

Are you so afraid of the heat in early summer?

Zhu Jiuci was thinking about stealing ice cubes in his mind. He walked closer to the tip of his nose and smelled a little medicinal fragrance. He stretched his nose to smell it again, but the medicinal fragrance had gone with the wind, like a hallucination.

Zhu Jiuci knocked on the door.

"My lord, wait a moment."

Zhu Jiuci found it strange that what Zhaoge was doing inside, he was not allowed to enter. The key point was that the side windows were wide open, and the inside of the room could be seen at a glance, so what's the use of closing the door.

He folded his arms and walked to the side, leaning against the sill of the carved window and rushing in: "Students come to practice the piano, please open the door, Mr. Qin."

Liang Zhaoge stood in front of the tea table with his back to him, stretched out his hand to hold the things on the table with a fence, and turned around slightly, "Young master has been waiting for a long time."

Liang Zhaoge's foot injury was mostly healed, and he was able to walk slowly. Just as he was about to open the door, Zhu Jiuci put his hands together and walked in through the window.

He wiped the dirt off his hands and passed a handkerchief in front of him.

"No, no, it's already clean."

Liang Zhaoge didn't speak, took his hand and wiped it gently.

The two held hands and walked to the side of the piano case. Zhu Jiuci sat in the middle, raised his head and asked, "Sir, what are you learning today?"

Liang Zhaoge put away his handkerchief, walked across and sat down.

Zhu Jiuci's gaze followed him, "Will you not sit next to me, sir?"

Liang Zhaoge shook his head, "Today we will talk about sitting ceremony."

Zhu Jiuci was puzzled, "Didn't you already learn the first lesson?"

"Learn it again."

Zhu Jiuci groaned and slumped on the piano case, "Why!"

Liang Zhaoge glanced at him, "This is the reason."

Zhu Jiuci immediately sat up straight, with his legs and feet drawn up vertically, occupying one-third of the chair, and aimed his body between the Guqin Sihui and Wuhui.

Liang Zhaoge nodded, "Let's review the sitting ceremony."

Zhu Jiuci: "..."

The afternoon in early summer is warm and cool, several windows are open, and flowers and birds are singing into the room, as if you are outside.

Liang Zhaoge's voice is very pleasant, and he whispered about the etiquette of the guqin, accompanied by a beautiful and slender figure, the audience really enjoyed it.

The toes, the legs, the waist, the back, the arms, the neck, the jaw, the top of the head, everything fits the rhythm of the guqin, the body must be in line with etiquette, but not tense, just like the words, the form is scattered and the spirit is not scattered.

Zhu Jiuci adjusted his sitting posture little by little according to the man's words. He raised his eyes to look at the man's face, and suddenly asked, "Why is your face pale today, sir?"

The voice narrating the etiquette stopped abruptly, and the curled eyelashes trembled. Liang Zhaoge said, "Young master is wrong."

Zhu Jiuci instantly forgot etiquette, leaned over the piano case, and stared at Liang Zhaoge carefully: "It looks a little whiter than usual, haven't you been out for a long time?"

Liang Zhaoge lowered his head and avoided it, emphatically saying, "Sit down."

Zhu Jiuci had no choice but to sit back obediently and look away.

The palace strings were plucked, and Zhu Jiuci said: "When my husband's legs and feet recover, I will accompany him for a walk."

"En." Liang Zhaoge still lowered his head, and the unfinished ink spread to the front to cover half of his face.

Dinner is approaching, but the efficiency of learning the piano is also very high. Although Liang Zhaoge did not hold back the little father-in-law and promised him not to teach him how to sit, he still insisted on sitting opposite the piano table and never came next to him .

Zhu Jiuci's protest was ineffective, so the two had to learn face to face.

It was getting dark and the candles were not lit in the room.Xi Wei's light barely shone into the room, making Liang Zhaoge's face paler.

He was talking about Yue Shan and Cheng Lu, his right hand lightly brushed against the head of the piano, his cloud sleeve was gently rolled up by his left hand, revealing the distinct wrist bones and thin forearm.

From Zhu Jiuci's point of view, Zhaoge's body is thin, his slender waist is easy to break, and his arms are even more skinny. If it weren't for his fair skin and smooth lines, the thin skin and bones would be unbearable to look at.

Zhu Jiuci was suddenly worried, "Are you still used to the food?"

Liang Zhaoge raised his head, "We eat together every day, and the young man still doesn't know?"

"Hmm..." Zhu Jiuci frowned.

"Are you hungry?" Liang Zhaoge stood up, his black hair swaying slightly in front of him, his body was too thin, and he seemed to be embarrassed by the heavy responsibility of thick black hair.

Zhu Jiuci raised his eyes and saw that the man's jaw was not round at all, but his chin was pointed, and his face became smaller and smaller.

Liang Zhaoge turned around and walked out, his dress shaking, Zhu Jiuci realized that the biggest change in that person was not his paleness, but his visible thinning.

Pushing open the door, the breeze lifted up the sleeves, confusing people's eyes.The silk and satin workshop deserves to be the No. [-] in Beijing. The neon clothes dance lightly, showing the luster of silk and satin without losing the lightness of tulle.

The colored glaze lights up, the neon clothes frighten the feathers, and when the breeze comes, I have to step on the cloud fairy.

Zhu Jiuci suddenly ran forward and grabbed him.

"Is Zhaoge a god?"

Liang Zhaoge turned around and lowered his head to look at him, "The common people ask this, why does the young man also ask?"

Zhu Jiuci let go of his hand.That's right, it's not he who created the immortals.

The head was touched, and the fairy said that the chef who made the milk cake was invited.

The author has something to say: Liang Zhaoge: rua head ~ furry ~ love! !

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Grandpa: I heard that you only make milk cakes in Red Square?

Chef: It is a small honor to serve the country, the country, and the government of the country! !You put down the knife first!

Grandpa: Very good.

Liang Zhaoge poked his head out from the corner: hee hee.

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Fatty Mo: Shouldn't I pay for it?

Jiang Chengzi: Can you spare a penny?

Fatty Mo walked away crying and hugging the gold ingot.