[Sword Three] Ancestral Dragon, Longjing Tea?

It was dusk.

Longjing, who was determined to lead the beggars on the road to wealth, was still hungry, but the person he wanted to redeem was hiccupping.

Longjing finally couldn't help it, and moved a few steps in front of the beggar: "Uncle, can you take the..."

"Get out! This is the cake I got with great difficulty, don't come here!" The beggar shouted violently without looking back.

'Stupid mortals!I'm here to lead you on the road to fortune!Is it really okay for you to offend me so much? 'Longjing raised his middle finger silently in his heart.But in reality, he sighed, turned around silently and continued to squat down: he obviously had a lot of money on him, but none of them could be exchanged for something to eat. ~~~~(>_<)~~~~

Longjing rubbed his stomach, wondering if it was because the shell had turned into a gentleman, he actually wanted to cry: "You stupid mortals!Gold, gold is not made!Who the fuck gives me a steamed bun now, and I'm willing to give him all the 70 gold I have on me! ! ! '

But then again, what dynasty is this?

Although Longjing is a bit funny, he is not stupid.And I like to read novels, so I naturally know that the first law of crossing pig's feet is to first understand the environment in which I am.But he had inquired.I only know that this is Handan, the capital of Zhao, but isn't the capital in Chang'an, Xi'an, Beijing, or Nanjing?Where does Handan belong?

(╯﹏╰) Okay.He has lived for more than 20 years and read many novels, but none of them correctly told him that Chang'an and Xi'an are actually the same place.

Longjing's brain hole is like a running alpaca, gone forever.He felt that he had accidentally traveled to the age of fiction.How could there be such a dynasty as Zhao Guo in history?The word Handan is very non-mainstream at first glance.Forehead!Could it be that he has time-traveled into a certain novel? !

Thinking of this possibility, Longjing was a little excited for a while: If this novel is starting point, flow, will you be able to see the crazy and cool big brother and his harem of thousands, the author must be I like Diao Chan very much.Otherwise, how could YY make Handan the capital of the country?So excited just thinking about it!You can watch the winners in life...

Longjing's face suddenly became stiff: Wait!Generally speaking, there will be countless cannon fodder at the starting point and flow to pave the way for the birth of the big brother.The men in Qi. Dian Liu are either Big Brother's subordinates or cannon fodder.If it is in the novel of Qi. Dian Liu, how should he find Big Brother?If I had known earlier, I would not have spent 80% of my time reading articles in Jinjiang.

correct!Jinjiang!

Could it be Jin Jiang's novel?In this case, there should be more girls, should it be the heroine?Who cares, as long as it's not a queen.If it's a female venerable... Well, let him go to Qi. Dian. Liu as cannon fodder.

Longjing's brain is very exciting, but he never thought about it.In fact, there is also the fact that Jinjiang still has Danmeiwen.However, it was precisely because of the brain supplement at this time that for a long time later, Longjing thought that he had transmigrated into a novel o(╯□╰)o

#On the tragedy that the brain hole is too big to make up for#

#History must be learned well, otherwise one day you will think that you are here to save beggars┑(￣Д￣)┍#

#Friendly reminder, do everything in moderation, games are, brain supplements are also...#

"Get out of the way, you're taking my bed!" Just as Longjing was thinking about it, he was suddenly knocked away violently.

"Didn't you know that people can't mess in when people are thinking?" Longjing was furious and turned around... with a smile on his face, "This is your bed, it looks very cute, hahaha. You sleep, you sleep."

He sauntered away from the dirty and smelly beggar man, and slowly moved away.

"Wait a minute," the beggar said suddenly, "This dress on you is very nice, take it off and give it to me!"

'What? !This dress is nice? ! Longjing looked at the sackcloth that was full of patches on his body in surprise: "What? This is not bad? Damn! What aesthetics!"

Could it be that people in this dynasty regard ugliness as beauty? !

Then wouldn't his cute face that he made deliberately at the beginning become the ugliest in the world?

Longjing was filled with grief and anger. Just when he wanted to vent his anger, he suddenly thought of another possibility: "Ha, if this is really the case, no one will compete with me for beauties!"

After all, perhaps judging from the aesthetic point of view of people in this world, they will definitely regard beautiful women as ugly women.Hahaha, this is the welfare of people with normal aesthetics.

┑(￣Д￣)┍Too big a brain hole is a disease, and now he is running farther and farther on the road to terminal illness!

"What are you mumbling about, kid? Leave your clothes behind, or I'll beat you to death!" The beggar got impatient.

"Leave the clothes? Then I'm going to run naked?" Longjing was angry, "Even if my clothes are very good, it won't make you..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" the beggar was angry, "You call it good clothes? You want to go crazy for good clothes! It's just a little cleaner than mine, and my clothes have fewer patches than yours!"

Longjing's eyes widened: "What? Your aesthetic sense is actually okay?"

The beggar was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he rushed over and wanted to pick him up.

Longjing was so frightened that he dodged, and then used Jian Yunfei to rush out.The beggar was frightened by him, and he didn't dare to chase after him even standing there.

Except for the sergeants on patrol, there is no one living on the street.Longjing walked aimlessly for a long time.From time to time to avoid some patrolling sergeants, the houses on both sides are low, the houses are closed, and there is no light.He was tired, hungry, and increasingly depressed.

After all, he was still homesick. Although he was the only one there, he had just bought three boxes of Master Kong and hadn't eaten yet.Speaking of Master Kong, I am getting more and more hungry...

Suddenly, there was a light ahead!

Longjing was refreshed and leaned over quietly.There were many sergeants holding hands, there was a faint light inside, and there were voices of scolding.Could it be that the servant of some mansion has done something wrong and is being beaten and scolded?No matter, as long as there is a mansion, there must be a kitchen, and if there is a kitchen, there must be something to eat!

The sergeant at the gate was nothing.With a great effort, he flew in.

"It seems that something passed by just now?" A sergeant yawned.

"You must be dazzled. Brother, let me squint for a while, and I will replace you later." A sergeant beside him said.

"I really don't know what this is for. Ying Yiren is a powerless man. After so many years, we still let us watch him every day. Is this necessary?"

Longjing, who was only thinking about food, didn't hear the conversation between the two sergeants, so he missed a chance to learn the truth - after all, Ying Yiren or something.Few of the Chinese descendants have never heard of this name, right?Although he himself is nothing special, but he can't help but give birth to a crazy and cool son!

After wandering around and getting familiar with it, Longjing finally found the kitchen and soon wanted to cry—there was only half a tank of chestnut rice in the kitchen.There is nothing else, it is simply a place where mice don't want to settle down.Is this really a great official residence?

But if it wasn't the mansion of some high-ranking official, how could there be guards on duty outside?

Or are the dignitaries of this era so poor?

He grabbed a handful of raw rice, looked at it, and put it down again.Although I'm hungry, I'm sure something will happen if I eat this uncooked rice.Forget it, this kitchen looks okay, it will be a place to sleep tonight!

But is there really nothing to eat?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly smelled the aroma of food.

Do not hesitate!Looking for the smell, he went out.

"Ah Zheng," a beautiful woman knelt there with a tray beside her, from where the smell of food came from, Longjing hesitated for a moment, he was not yet ready to snatch food from people's hands He planned, "Ah Zheng, you shouldn't have left the Proton Mansion."

"But father was invited away by Lu Buwei and didn't come back for a day. I'm a little worried..." Said the boy lying on the ground, oh, no, it was the ground covered with a quilt.

'Why no bed?Also, where did you hear the name Lu Buwei?Could it be that there is also an NPC named Lu Buwei in Jiansan? 'Longjing crouched on the beam and sounded curiously.

"How can something happen to your father when he is with Merchant Luda?" The woman was very disapproving, "How many times have I told you that Merchant Luda is kind to us, so don't be so hostile to him. Besides, we are in The country of Zhao still has something to eat, and it is doing well compared to other countries, all of which are thanks to businessman Lu Da’s management.”

"Anyway, I don't like him." The boy said.

The woman sighed, "Why are you so stubborn?"

The boy didn't speak, but Longjing's mind was moved, and he couldn't help but look towards the door—someone seemed to be coming there?

Seeing that he didn't listen, the woman could only pat his hand: "Eat the food later, I'll pick up the plate tomorrow, don't you know how to be soft? Next time your father beats you, just beg for mercy." , did you hear that?"

The boy hesitated for a while before he replied, "No."

The woman got up and left, Longjing's five senses are very sensitive now, when he heard the woman go out, he called out in surprise: "Master."

Suddenly, the fire of gossip in his heart began to burn!Could it be, could it be that the boy's mother is being promiscuous?There are even outsiders.yo yo!Good news!

Unable to restrain himself, he moved his body, his ears pricked up.I only heard the man outside sighing--

"I fought a little harder today. This is Zhao Guo. If he leaves the Proton Mansion at will, if someone... we can't find a reason."

"Ah Zheng is still young, so he will understand in the future. Everything the young master does is for his own good. I just asked him, and he said that he secretly left the mansion to find you." The woman said.

The man sighed: "Oh, this child."

The two left hand in hand.There was only one Longjing who wanted to hear gossip but didn't hear anything, squatting on the beam and staring wide-eyed: Nima!You show me this with your pants off?What about the rape (beep--) husband and the prostitute (beep--) woman?That beautiful sister, is it really okay for you to call your family's husband what a son, such a misleading title?

Well, this poor boy, he still doesn't know that during the Warring States period, only princes and grandchildren were eligible to be called 'princes'.Although Ying Yiren is the proton sent by the Qin State, his father is the prince of the Qin State, so the honorific title of son is naturally very appropriate.And Xianggong or something... that is the respectful title for the prime minister in this era.

#Don't know the common sense of history is terrible! #

If he had a little understanding of the implication behind such appellations, he would probably be able to analyze that he is now riding on the roof beam above the head of the future Qin Shihuang.In other words, if such a historic beam can be brought back to the auction in the 21st century, how many RMB can it sell for?

"Come down." The boy on the quilt suddenly spoke.

Longjing was taken aback.

"The gentleman on the beam, come down." The boy said again.

Longjing looked around and found that he was the only one on the beam, then he understood that he was talking about himself.However, when the enemy's situation is unknown, is it really appropriate for him to go down?

"If you don't want to come down, please don't move around, so as not to disturb the mice..."

"Oh my god! There are mice?!" Longjing jumped down with a thud, shaking his rough linen clothes, "Mouses!!!"

The boy raised his head and glanced at him with difficulty, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "So there is really a person on the beam?"

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