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

Under the veranda, Liang Zhaoge looked down at Zhu Jiuci, he turned his body slightly, and the sunlight came down from behind and fell on Zhu Jiuci's face. Move a step to block the sun.

Zhu Jiuci raised his head and quietly took a small step back to widen the distance between the two.

"Scared?" Zhu Jiuci passed vaguely, "Zhaoge will never make jokes. We Zhaoge are so gentle and generous, kind and intelligent, how can we get anything to do with the word scary." After Zhu Jiuci finished speaking, his voice was so sweet. If he said that, he got goosebumps all over his back. Sure enough, sugar-coated bullets hurt others and benefit himself.

"Young master is glib." Liang Zhaoge turned around and left Zhu Jiu and left.

After the Shuoshu incident, Zhu Jiuci resumed his life at three o'clock and one line every day.Before dawn, he came out of the Duke's mansion before the old man woke up, set up a writing booth at the entrance of the downtown area, went to Hongfang to have a light meal with Liang Zhaoge at noon and at night, and said a few sweet words by the way.

Zhu Jiuci's business is very good, firstly because his handwriting is really good, and secondly because the little grandpa's name is really too big, anyone who has anything to do with the little grandpa has to come to ask for a lot of money. Zhang Zi went back.

Most of the people who came for the name of the young man were ordinary people, while those who came for the name of the young man were mostly bullies who respected and feared the authority of the young man.

Therefore, there are often two groups of people gathered in front of Zhu Jiuci's writing booth: a group of people hold a piece of writing worth a few pennies, hold their heads high, and smile happily; While trembling, he took out several ingots of gold.

The number of the latter is very large, and Zhu Jiuci's small treasury is also continuously replenished.He once analyzed it from a very rational point of view. If you only look at these bullies and gangsters who came here with gold, Zhu Jiuci's behavior of setting up a stall here is simply a disguised fixed booth to collect protection fees.

Zhu Jiuci sighed, he really portrayed the image of the little father-in-law as a bully in the capital deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Look, take a look, don't miss it when you pass by, you don't need money if you don't write well!"

Xiao Cen turned around the corner with the dog's tail grass in his mouth, saw Zhu Jiuci, spit out the dog's tail grass and ran forward in shock: "I'll go, are you really writing? I thought you were joking."

"Go aside, don't hinder me from earning money to support my family." Zhu Jiuci was spinning a dry brush in his hand, and Erlang leaned against the wall with his legs up.

"It's amazing, your spirit is worth learning. Let our father jointly write a letter to the sage, and praise it by name, saying that the young man has set an example for the people of the whole capital."

Zhu Jiuci couldn't bear Xiao Cen's appearance as a ruffian, so he threw him an ink ingot, "Grind the ink!"

Xiao Cen swung his sleeves and swayed over, pinching the ink ingot and grinding it absent-mindedly.

After being quiet for a while, he raised his arm and poked Zhu Jiuci, "Hey, are you going to participate in the Shangsi Festival on March [-]th?"

"Don't go."

The day of Liang Zhaoge's first ceremony should be coming soon, and Zhu Jiuci had to get all the money together before that day.

"Come on, there is no grandpa's festival in this capital, so is that still called a festival!"

"Don't go."

"Tsk, you stubborn donkey." Xiao Cen threw the ink ingot, put his left arm on Zhu Jiuci's shoulder, and waved his right hand in front of him, "Look, there are so many people in Shangsi Festival, if you set up a stall there, That gold doesn’t come from nowhere.”

Zhu Jiuci was unmoved, everyone was eating, drinking and having fun at the festive festival, and whoever had nothing to do went to his cold little shop to write.

"Shangsi Festival is at night, you can write to earn money during the day, and go to have fun at night without delay."

Zhu Jiuci smiled and shook his head.

"Hey! Young master, your stubborn temper hasn't changed in 20 years."

Xiao Cen had no choice but to use his trump card, "Mr. Xia's money for Fatty Mo has increased again, and he can't spend it all now. If you don't go, you are not a brother!"

"Okay, go!" Zhu Jiuci moved his shoulders and drove Xiao Cen away.

"Oh, that's right." Xiao Cen glanced at his dilapidated little shop with a sympathetic expression, "You might as well write some papers to Fatty Mo, one gold ingot, since you're short of money anyway, he Rich."

"That's not going to work, how can I earn money from my friends." Zhu Jiuci got up and tidied up his small shop, stacked tables and chairs together, and packed pens, inks, papers and inkstones into a small back box.

"Cut, be particular about it."

Xiao Cen looked at Zhu Jiuci's delicate white hands grasping these rough wooden benches and wooden tables. When the breeze blew, his black hair brushed against his reddened nose. What are you earning money for? A good little father-in-law is wrong, and he came here to suffer. Say, what do you want to earn so much money for?"

"It's a big deal." Zhu Jiu's words were not surprising and he continued to die.

Xiao Cen was startled for a moment, "I'm going, just now I said you are not particular, you are ignoring the rules of the capital. What are you going to do? Kill people, set fire and rob people's daughters?"

"No way, no way."

Xiao Cen looked in disbelief, and stared at Zhu Jiuci's eyes while grabbing the stacked stool legs: "Are you sure? Your little servant, Anian, is sneaking around the street."

Zhu Jiuci took a look from a distance, "He's watching the wind. Otherwise, my father is here, and I won't have time to run."

Xiao Cen moved the tables, chairs and benches away, and stood in front of Zhu Jiuci. He was much taller than Zhu Jiuci, and he was the tallest in their small group. Long resignation definitely has no good intentions. You have to swear to me that you will never break the law, or I will tell your father."

"Why do you talk so much?" Zhu Jiuci pushed away the person in front of him, rolled up the flag and stuffed it into the back box, "Did you mess around too much with Kaiguangzui recently?"

"No." Xiao Cen said with a dejected face, "My father is about to cripple me. I spend almost twelve hours in the school yard these days. Qu Jinghong doesn't say a word, if I don't talk twice In other words, you must be suffocated to death."

Zhu Jiuci made a few perfunctory sentences to show his sympathy.Lifting the small back box, Zhu Jiuci realized that Xiao Cen had reminded him that the redemption of Liang Zhaoge was such a major event that he had to vaccinate his family in advance.Otherwise, if you take someone home suddenly, the second elder will have a heart attack from fright.

By the Yishui River, the full moon and sparse stars.

The common people bathe and burn incense, wear spring outing robes, hold spices in their hands, and walk by the water.The merchant Haogui chartered a huge boat, parked in the middle of the water, full of lights.

The Shangsi Festival is a festival for worshiping and bathing. In the Analects of Confucius, "Those who are in late spring, the spring clothes are ready, five or six people who are crowned, and six or seven boys, bathe in Yi, dance in the wind, and return home after singing" is the Shangsi Festival.

It has been handed down for thousands of years, and the purpose of sacrifice has ranked second, mainly to give the common people a chance for entertainment.

The Yishui River is a small river that runs through the southwest corner of the capital. It flows all year round, never freezes in winter, and is constantly scorching hot. People in Beijing sometimes say, "Go to the Southwest River."

Because Zhu Jiuci was restricted in carriages and horses, he and his little attendant, Anian, set off from the Duke's Mansion after dusk, and by the time they arrived at the bank of the Yishui River on foot, it was already dark.

Xiao Cen and the others were waiting by the water early, and when they saw that Zhu Jiu had resigned, they complained about his tortoise speed, while smilingly taking out the snacks they had prepared earlier.Zhu Jiuci raised his eyes and saw Qu Jinghong who was also dragged here, and expressed his relief. He was also a fallen person in the world, and he abandoned the sword and I abandoned the stall.

For the first time in history, Fatty Mo didn't bring any books with him. He had two bulging gold-patterned bags hanging around his waist, and he missed the three words "Come and steal me" engraved on his forehead.

However, their team is not afraid of thieves coming to snatch them. One is that the door god, the little eunuch, is here, and the other is that Qu Jinghong was tricked out by Xiao Cen with the excuse of bodyguards.

At that time, Xiao Centi slipped Fatty Mo's collar and went straight to the school field, and threw two huge gold bags to Qu Jinghong, acting like we would all be slaughtered without you, Qu Jinghong had no choice but to agree to come out.

He was still dressed in a black dress and his black hair was tied up high, but today he did not wrap a ribbon, but wore a wooden hairpin, with two long swords stuck in his waist, as if he was inaccessible to strangers.

Zhu Jiuci is in place, their team is considered complete, looking from a distance, the little overlord of the capital is leading the battle, with a rich gold ingot and a dark-faced swordsman standing in the middle, and on the left and right sides are Kaiguang holding fortune-telling flags Zui and Diao Erlang are the second ancestors Xiao Cen.

Wherever he went, people scattered and birds flew.Living in this bustling festival venue in the capital, a desolate land where thousands of people are gone and thousands of mountains and birds are flying has been opened up.

"By the way... isn't it too high-profile." Zhu Jiuci looked at another soybean cake shop that disappeared in an instant, and asked with a sigh.

Xiao Cen rushed forward with a smile, "Where is it? I'm afraid the young master has forgotten the Mid-Autumn Festival the year before last. Thousands of people in the downtown street shouted the name of the young master! Today, it's too low-key!"

Zhu Jiuci let out a chuckle, and went to the next pastry stand, hoping to buy a piece of soybean cake to try before the shop owner was scared away.

Today, Kai Guangzui took a fortune-telling flag with black characters on a yellow background, which was more than half a foot long, hung high on his back, and made a drumming sound when he walked.

On the front of the flag are those incomprehensible two appearances, four images, gossip, etc., but only two characters are drawn on the back.

Zhu Jiuci raised his head and stared at the back of the flag, and said stiffly: "Advertising?"

Open mouth Jiang Chengzi turned around, the flag rattled in the wind, he pinched his fingers with his left hand and said: "Young master doesn't know something, although this fortune-telling is all about secrets and fate, but we half-fairies who are fortune-tellers have to make a fool of themselves." Eat it, if you want to gain a place in the fortune-telling world in the capital, you have to make a name for yourself."

Jiang Chengzi waved his sleeves, and the flag rang again behind his back, "The festival is just around the corner, and there are huge crowds of people, so it is the best time to display signs. As the saying goes, let us know..." Jiang Chengzi chuckled, "I would like to call it an advertisement .”

Zhu Jiuci froze his face and pulled out a smile, "Teach...Teach."

Xiao Cen abducted Zhu Jiuci, "My lord, don't listen to that goddamn fool, we are here to eat, drink, play and spend money on the Shangsi Festival!"

Fatty Mo held the money bag from the side at the right time. He hasn't spent a single penny since just now. The little fatty is completely wilted, staring at Zhu Jiuci with aggrieved eyes.

Zhu Jiuci coughed, they were a team of ghosts and monsters, and it was really difficult to help Fatty Mo spend the money.

But...it might be possible to modify it.

Zhu Jiuci led the team into the tailor shop.

"The so-called buying clothes should be steadfast and ruthless. This is the same principle as using a sword. A white knife goes in, and a red knife goes out." Zhu Jiuci pulled Qu Jinghong and began to flicker, quietly winking at Xiao Cen, and Xiao Cen threw it over Qu Jinghong pushed Qu Jinghong and his clothes into the compartment.

Xiao Cen stood next to Zhu Jiuci with arms folded, his elbow resting on his shoulder, and he asked questioningly, "What is it? White knife and red knife, didn't you let him stab yourself with a sword for fun?"

"Tsk, wait." Zhu Jiuci looked at the cubicle.

Fatty Mo stood in front of the counter holding the money bag alone, "Should it be more expensive?"

The old man with the mustache shook his head, "No way. It's already the highest price, and no matter how high it is, it's against the industry rules. We have a bottom line."

"Then, buy a few more pieces, and you can increase the price?"

The old man with mustache shook his head, his beard jumped up and down, "No, no!"

Zhu Jiuci shook his shoulders and shook Xiao Cen off, "Pull Fatty Mo over here, stand at the door and have someone abduct him."

Xiao Cen wandered over, snatched the money bag from Fatty Mo, and dropped a few large silver ingots with a bang, looking like a hooligan, "Old man, you have to take this money today, or you have to take it if you don't take it. Take the protection fee of the master!" After saying that, he abducted Fatty Mo and returned.

Looking at the two of them, Zhu Jiuci suddenly regretted it.

In this room, when the compartment door slammed, Zhu Jiuci and the others looked over together, and saw Qu Jinghong coming out in a flowing white brocade tunic robe, his lingering demeanor suddenly softened, quite like a noble young prince.

The collar of the cloud sleeves is lined with red, engraved with cloud patterns, brocade and white as the base, red red as decorations, a white jade girdle with a long sword, and brocade boots.

Little General Qu Jinghong was originally born soft and beautiful, with slender eyebrows and eyes, fair complexion, red lips and white teeth. He usually wears dark black clothes to cover up the softness of his eyebrows and eyes. Now he has changed into white brocade and red brocade clothes, and his extremely beautiful face can no longer be hidden. .

Zhu Jiuci said with satisfaction: "The so-called swordsman enters, and the young master exits."

"Young master is amazing, Xiao admires it." Xiao Cen wandered around Qu Jinghong, tugging at his sleeves from time to time, tsk-tsk in his mouth, "The temperament has changed a lot."

Jiang Chengzi came out with a chuckle, and said to Qu Jinghong, "Dare to ask the little general, how do you feel?"

Qu Jinghong raised his arm, and his sleeves slid down like water, he said expressionlessly: "It's not very convenient to use the sword."

Xiao Cen: "..."