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

Liang Zhaoge's heart skipped a beat.

Grandpa said he liked it.

The person in front of him was as bright as a peach blossom, his eyes filled with the galaxy in the sky, suddenly, his own shadow was reflected in the bright galaxy, Liang Zhaoge ran away in panic, like a ghost strayed into the pure land.

Those black and white eyes ignored his panic, and leaned forward with a smile. Liang Zhaoge couldn't dodge, and slammed into the man's eyes again. His heart was beating like a beating, and there was no other sound in the world for a while, only the beating of the heart broke the eardrum , Only that person was smiling like a flower in his eyes, and he couldn't see anything else.

Liang Zhaoge almost exhausted all his energy to hide his beating heart, imitating the expressions of the world and saying:

"As long as the little prince likes it."

Hearing this extremely ordinary sentence, the man nodded with a smile, and finally stopped coming forward, bowing his head to play with the jade pendant.

Liang Zhaoge exhaled cautiously, but there was a trace of regret in chasing that person away. Looking sideways, the person's black hair was like a waterfall, falling limply behind him. The little man was born soft, but it was as dazzling as a bright star in the sky. Can't climb high.

Liang Zhaoge suddenly caught a glimpse of light lips, and the soft touch in the darkness of last night exploded in his mind instantly. It was so vivid and unforgettable, and his memory was still fresh. He closed his eyes in panic, and inadvertently curled up his fingertips under his cloud sleeves.

The carriage moved westward slowly, along the wide green grassland, occasionally passing by the water's edge, and the horse's hooves stepped over the clear and shallow stream.

It is raining in the south of the Yangtze River, and the mist is hazy.

They arrived in Jinling on about the sixth day, exactly one day later than Xia Ziyou. When they entered the city, Xia Ziyou had already arranged the mansion, which was a courtyard with Jiangnan style.

Pavilions, terraces, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, rockeries and ponds, changing scenery with each step.The finishing touch of the house is water. There is plenty of water in the south of the Yangtze River and good water. There is no need to work hard to dig canals to divert water. It only needs a little help from the craftsmen to be self-satisfied and integrated.

The Duke’s Mansion in Beijing also imitated the gardens of Suzhou, drawing running water into the gardens, and pavilions and waterside pavilions can be seen everywhere, but the north is always dry. If you look closely, it’s just trying to imitate it. It’s definitely not as comfortable as being in the south of the Yangtze River.

Liang Zhaoge was used to seeing the southern scenery, but Zhu Jiuci acted like he had never seen the world, dragging Liang Zhaoge back and forth in the huge mansion for several laps, naively dragging him up and down the rockery .

Liang Zhaoge's immortal energy was completely tortured by that person, but he couldn't stop temporarily and not follow, for fear that the person would slip down from the rockery if he didn't pay attention, so he had to climb up and down and follow him step by step.

Finally tired of playing, Zhu Jiuci collapsed on the reclining chair in the courtyard, looking at the blue sky and exhaling.

Liang Zhaoge brought tea and half supported the man's shoulders to feed him.

"Why don't you drink Zhaoge?" Zhu Jiuci swallowed a sip of tea, feeling that the summer heat was subdued by the cool tea, and he seemed to be walking by a cool river.

"For a while." Liang Zhaoge said.

"That can't be done. Water is the source of life. How can Zhaoge not drink it? Drink it now." Zhu Jiuci looked at the person in front of him, and his hair was clearly soaked in sweat, and a few strands of black hair were stained on his fair neck. , already looked extremely hot, but he was too lazy to drink tea by his recliner.

Zhu Jiuci leaned forward to jump off the ground to find a new cup in the house, but was held down by Liang Zhaoge.

He watched helplessly as the man picked up his cup and took a sip, Zhu Jiuci immediately blushed, "That's what I used..." Then he closed his mouth again, a lingering kiss came into his mind that night, they both kissed Darling, do you still mind using a cup?

Zhu Jiuci poked his eyes quietly, and met the man's eyes, Liang Zhaoge glanced at his lips, then looked at the rim of the cup, obviously thinking the same thing in his mind.

Zhu Jiuci blushed again, turned his back and lay down, closed his eyes tightly, and the cicadas were singing loudly in his ears.

I don't know how long it took, but I vaguely felt that someone was brushing his back lightly, and the cool wind hit him regularly. Zhu Jiuci turned his head to look, and the slender fingertips in his vision moved away from behind him. With a rocking fan.

Zhu Jiuci felt guilty. He originally wanted Liang Zhaoge to come to Jinling to recover from his illness, but he was lying carelessly in the courtyard and instead asked Liang Zhaoge to take care of him.

No, the patient has to rest.

Zhu Jiuci dexterously turned over and got off the ground, and under the panicked eyes of the man, he pushed the man onto the reclining chair.

"Good boy Zhaoge, go to sleep."

"Little Grandpa..." Liang Zhaoge's voice was trembling.

Zhu Jiuci, no matter how awkward and wronged the beauty in front of him was, he grabbed the rocking fan, hula hula fanned the wind, and the other paw was not idle, and lightly patted the beauty's thin back. A little bit.

The beauty panicked, but Zhu Jiuci still carried out banditry.

"Is it hot?" He touched the beauty's face.

"Are you thirsty?" He stared at the beauty's throat.

"Are you hungry?" He stretched out his paws to rub the beauty's stomach.

"Are you tired?" The beauty's shoulders are so easy to pinch.

"Little Grandpa..." The beauty's eyes were red, and she hid her fingertips by her side, crumpled the soft silk, and pressed her fingertips until they turned blue and white.

Zhu Jiuci looked over, "What happened to Zhaoge?"

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly embraced by someone, and the clear breath swept over the sky, spinning around, and he was pressed into the soft chair.

The beauty is buried in the neck and shoulders.

"Young master...don't mess around." The beauty said hoarsely.

The sound of cicadas singing in the summer fills the courtyard, the clear water flows, and sleepiness rises.

The two hugged each other in the courtyard chairs and slept until dusk. Zhu Jiuci's small figure was completely embraced by Liang Zhaoge, and with a flick of his wide cloud sleeves, he not only blocked the sunlight, but also completely hid the person. Get up, don't let others wait and see.From Xia Chan's point of view, there is almost no small figure on the reclining chair, except for the ink hair scattered around the edge of the clothes, which reveals the secret.

When Xia Ziyou knocked on the door and entered the hospital, he was almost sprained by the picture of cicadas singing in summer and lying on green silk. If the housekeeper hadn't helped him a step behind, the little fat man would have fallen into the lake.

"That's right, I'm sorry, I didn't see anything!" Xia Ziyou turned around and ran out with his rare dexterity.

Zhu Jiuci woke up rubbing his eyes, hazy about to get up and was restrained by the arms around his waist, unable to move.

Liang Zhaoge frowned in dissatisfaction, with water in his beautiful eyes, he lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, and then saw a courtyard full of strangers, stretching his sleeves to block them tightly again.

Zhu Jiuci stretched out his paws and poked his head out from the layers of sleeves. When he saw Fatty Mo, his eyes lit up immediately. He got out of Liang Zhaoge's arms, and jumped off the couch like a cat and ran over there.

Liang Zhaoge didn't catch it, so he got up helplessly.He stepped forward quickly and fastened the man's open neckline.

It should be good luck not to be seen by others.

"Little Lord." Fatty Mo has not recovered.

Zhu Jiuci stretched his waist, refreshed: "What's the matter?"

Fatty Mo carefully glanced at the cold-faced fairy behind Zhu Jiuci, swallowed and said, "Don't worry about the duck, just rest for a few days, and we'll make plans after we get used to the environment."

Zhu Jiuci's heart is just right, Liang Zhaoge can settle down in these few days, and carefully formulate a whole set of recuperation plans.

Xia Ziyou invited the butler behind him to come forward, "This is Uncle Wang, assisting Jinling with business..." Xia Ziyou looked at Zhu Jiuci, his eyes circling.

Zhu Jiuci understood what he meant, he had to help Xia Ziyou to negotiate with the Uncle Wang for Jinling's business.

"Understood." Zhu Jiuci patted him on the shoulder.

Xia Ziyou explained some more matters and left, saying that Jinling has a beautiful scenery, and he can look around, so he won't bother him these few days.

Jinling is prosperous and prosperous, and the night market after dusk is a major feature.Jinling is far away from the dragon veins, and the curfew is not as strict as that of the capital city.

The two simply ate the porridge, and walked hand in hand to the bustling market in Jinling to experience the customs of the south of the Yangtze River.

One side of water and soil supports one side of people. When walking to the south, the whole body is suddenly wrapped in Jiangnan water town, and the whole person is quiet. Looking at the streets and alleys, women are walking comfortably on Jiangnan Road with oiled paper umbrellas, wearing silk sleeves. It's really beautiful.

Women are like water, and gentlemen are like jade. You don't see arrogant people standing in the streets and alleys, and you don't see people carrying knives and sticks making troubles everywhere.

Jiangnan water softens people's temperament, making everything warm and elegant, comfortable and tender.

Along the water lanterns in the south of the Yangtze River, the two walked from one end of the long street to the other. Zhu Jiuci finally understood where Liang Zhaoge's elegant and immortal temperament came from.

"Why is the young man looking at me with a smile?" Liang Zhaoge couldn't help asking because he was really stared at by the person beside him.

Zhu Jiuci looked at him with a smile, Zhaoge is a beauty raised by water, so of course she has to be raised by water.

"When we return to the capital, I will ask the best craftsmen in the capital to dig canals to divert water into the Duke's Mansion, build a water hall for Zhaoge, build a long pavilion with a water curtain, and dig a Wen..."

Liang Zhaoge grabbed Zhu Jiuci's sleeve and dragged him forward, not letting the man talk any more.Xiyuan has been rebuilt, and the man's small treasury has been completely spent, so why doesn't he feel distressed at all.

The lights of Jinling are different from those of the capital city. The latter's brilliance is as bright as a prosperous age, without any cover, and it is intended to be stunning and eye-catching.And Jiangnan Roucai does not grab other people's light curtains, but just quietly shines in its own place, the long street is long, the lights are harmonious, and the water lamps hang in the sky, hazy poetry.

A burst of melodious and melodious flute pierced through the long street. Zhu Jiuci looked from afar, and there was a crowd of people in the middle of the bustling street.Above the clusters of skirts and shirts is a stage as high as ten feet, with octagonal cornices and cornices. On the stage, the Rulan man is wearing a water-green white-sleeved costume, and the delicate and elegant woman is wearing a light pink long dress. The color system is just like the misty water in the south of the Yangtze River, without any edge.

"Kunqu opera?" Zhu Jiuci was overjoyed, and pulled Liang Zhaoge to run over there.

Suddenly remembering that the people beside him should not run, Zhu Jiuci stopped his steps again, poked his neck to look at the crowd, but walked slowly.

Liang Zhaoge saw that the man was anxious, smiled and led him to walk over quickly.

The crowd gathered in front of the stage, layer upon layer, and the crowd was tight.The little overlord of the capital city is in a foreign land, so the majesty on his head has naturally faded a lot. Now he can only stand on the outside and look around, and no one has given way to the little father-in-law at the end.

Liang Zhaoge smiled and watched the person in front of him jumping up and down, even though that person was anxious, he didn't throw his own name to grab other people's seats.

Liang Zhaoge cautiously followed Zhu Jiuci, deftly following him through the gaps in the crowd, only occasionally when someone accidentally touched that person, he stretched out his hand to block him.

Zhu Jiuci got into the middle of the crowd and stopped, no longer pushing forward, Sha Le and Liang Zhaoge were close together and surrounded by the crowd.

It was rare for Liang Zhaoge to come down to earth, and it was rare for him to have such a close contact with mortals. He didn't show any discomfort on his face, he just stretched his sleeves and rubbed the man into his arms, protecting a small space with his slender arms.

The three strings on the side of the stage were plucked, and the woman in the pink shirt on the stage sang.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then there was a lot of applause.

"Xun Shiniang!"

"Xun Shiniang!"

Zhu Jiuci listened for a while with his ears pricked up, and barely recognized the names of the common people. He turned around in Liang Zhaoge's arms and looked up at him with starry eyes.

"It seems to have caught up with famous actors!" Zhu Jiu said happily.

Liang Zhaoge rubbed his head with a smile, supported his shoulders and turned him back to face the stage.

The people on stage have already entered the play.

A song can't be full of melancholy, clean makeup can't hide the beautiful shadow dancing, cool clouds and crescent moon, fingers stained red, warm jade in my bosom, when will I see "Ruan Hongzhuang".

The author has something to say: "Ruan Hongzhuang" has no prototype of Kunqu Opera.