He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

He Xichen became famous, and the speed of becoming famous was far faster than that of "Baibi Wuxia" back then. However, compared to Song Mingyue's elegant nickname, he, a masculine man, was actually called "Li Xian'er".What a vulgar and uninspired appellation!

The little man in Chang'an didn't care about this, he stared at him with green light, like a hungry wolf rushing for food.At first, he didn't realize the seriousness of the situation. After leading Lin Chenzhou out of the mansion, he was forced to retreat by the indiscriminate bombardment of flowers and fruits.That formation was even more terrifying than thousands of troops lined up in front.

"Son, what do you think of that young master?" Li Jingfeng and He Xichen leaned against the wall, only showing a pair of sharp eyes, watching the movement on the street vigilantly.

"Broad shoulders and thin waist, he looks resolute and brave, son, do you like it?"

"Father, look over there." He Xichen pointed to a bearded man in the crowd and said, "That gentleman looks gentle and elegant, he must be a person with a delicate mind, and he complements Father perfectly. , isn’t it beautiful?”

"Nonsense!" Li Jingfeng twitched his head, "Where did I have such thoughts!"

"Oh, father, you don't have that kind of thought, and I don't!" He Xichen hissed pretendingly, and said sternly, "I have already decided that I will think about life-long affairs after my father finds a good match."

"Stinky boy, do you dare to say such things to your father in the ancestral hall?"

"Why not?" He Xichen raised his eyebrows.

"Poor mouth!" Li Jingfeng twitched his head again, and remained silent for a moment, seemingly sad, "Don't bring up such things again in the future."

He Xichen lowered his eyebrows in response, "Father won't blame you."

"Yes, he will blame me," Li Jingfeng said with a low smile, "He is the most jealous person!"

"Hey son, how about that one? He looks pretty good, but his face is a bit cold." He suddenly pointed to a little boy on the street and asked.

He Xichen looked over and wailed helplessly: "Father, don't point fingers! That's my classmate!"

Yang Jun wandered around the street for a few times, hesitating in his heart, every time he raised his foot and took two steps in the direction of General Zhen Guo's mansion, he would be stabbed by the bayonet-like eyes around him, making him take a few steps back again and again.

I just want to return Dushan Jade to Li Xian'er!

Yang Jun was holding the Dushan Jade in his hand, and the red tassels on the jade were hanging down from between his fingers, like blood from the palm of his hand.

He keenly sensed that there were two sets of eyes resting on him, and instantly frowned and stared at him by feeling.

"Get down!" He Xichen pressed his old father's head while lowering his body, "Is that kid from Radar?"

"Are you afraid of him?" Li Jingfeng teased, his brows and eyes were full of vicious embarrassment.

"No." He Xichen ruthlessly broke his fantasy, "It's just troublesome." He didn't want to be pointed at by his acquaintances and called "Li Xian'er".

"...Son, you are really boring."

"Each each other."

The father and son bickered on the wall, and after a while Lin Chenzhou came to inform them to go to dinner.

"Come right here! Is there any corn? I want to eat some corn!" He Xichen asked.

"Young master, if you want to eat, you have to say something in advance... How about this, I will make corn ribs soup tonight." Lin Chenzhou said.

"Very good!" Li Jingfeng said, "Shen Zhou, do you have braised pork, I want to eat braised pork!"

It's not that the whole family does not enter the house!

Lin Chenzhou resisted the urge to sigh: "At noon, we will eat stewed elbows with ham, steamed crabs and osmanthus clear dew, and the rest will have to be cooked in the evening. If the general wants to eat braised pork, you can tell me in advance."

"It's fine! You can eat meat!"

Fortunately, both of them are easy to serve, and Lin Chenzhou has to rush eight hundred miles to make Laoshizi's corn and braised pork if he is a difficult one.

***

After the Lovesickness Festival, the Lantern Festival comes one after another.

Li Jingfeng originally wanted to take He Xichen around, but it happened that the old emperor was hosting a banquet, and his name happened to be included in the heavy list, so he could only watch his son get into someone else's carriage with great reluctance, heartbroken endlessly.

"Song Mingyue, it's not easy for you to take care of my family!" He urged.

Song Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't worry, General Li, I promise I will bring you back as soon as I take him away."

"Okay... okay, then you guys go."

After all, the Li family is new here, and it is already very impressive to be able to get familiar with Chang'an. For festivals like the Lantern Festival, it is still necessary to find a local as a tour guide.There are not many people in Chang'an that he can trust, Song Yan is one of them.

Song Yan has a modest and gentlemanly face, and at first glance he is an upright and good man. Li Jingfeng has had some contact with him, and he has no doubts about his character.Song Yan was not annoyed when he was arrested as a young man, and accepted the task with a good temper.

He Xichen suddenly paused when he got into the carriage, and turned around when he remembered something, and said, "Father, you don't drink well, don't drink with others just to make yourself angry, so as not to embarrass you in front of the emperor."

Li Jingfeng was stunned for a moment, and said: "Father knows! Go play quickly, don't get too far away from Shenzhou." Lin Chenzhou, who was standing quietly beside the carriage, bowed his head respectfully.

Watching the low-key and simple carriage run away, Li Jingfeng felt amused in his heart—I can drown a cow with my drinking capacity, so you say I can't drink well?It seems that what old thief Yang is doing tonight is not easy to remind me not to talk nonsense.

When Beidi was in trouble, the court, Chinese and military could not speak of one mind. Now that the world is peaceful, it should be time to seize power and seize power.Li Jingfeng's foundation is shallow, but his tree attracts the wind. The General Zhen Guo's mansion is like a piece of fat, and everyone wants to pounce on it to share.

But... if you want to eat meat, you still have to see if your teeth are sharp enough!

Li Jingfeng looked at the darkening sky, his pupils were gloomy.

The most prosperous street in Chang'an is the "Royal Street". The whole street is full of orange and red lanterns, which are as bright as daylight, and there are vendors shouting constantly on both sides.

Song Yan had the foresight to buy three ferocious Raksha ghost masks, and handed one of them to He Xichen: "For the convenience of walking, please don't mind Mr. Li."

"Naturally." He Xichen put on the mask quickly, and then he heard Song Yanwen say: "The Lantern Festival is a night market, ordinary people can also have fun all night long, and young men often go to release river lanterns, Mr. Li, do you want to go and see it? "

"Master Song can just take me to eat some delicious food. I'm not interested in Hedeng just yet." He Xichen declined with embarrassment.

Song Yan also breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let's try "Yiqing Erbai". "Yiqing" refers to emerald jade bean cake, and "Erbai" is sweet-scented osmanthus jelly and yam cake. They are soft and delicious, refreshing and refreshing. "

"Very good!" He Xichen twitched his index finger, followed behind him, and squeezed into the crowded crowd.

The small cart on the street corner looks simple, but there is a mystery hidden inside.Ice cubes are separated by wooden layers in the stomach of the cart, and the cakes divided into three compartments are iced thoroughly.Ice cubes are a rarity in this era, so the things sold in this small cart are always a penny or two more expensive than others.

There is no shortage of people to buy good things. Just after nightfall, there is already a long queue in front of the carts.In his spare time, He Xichen has always been patient with eating, and if he has no time, he can eat steamed buns and pickles with relish.He stood at the back of the winding line, and Yuyu chatted with the old farmers in front.

"Brother, why are you wearing a mask, aren't you hot?"

"Oh, oh, I can't pick it, what should I do if the little man on the street sees it and fights?"

It is clearly true, but it is inexplicably uncomfortable.

"You really know how to joke. Back then, I was also a good flower in eight villages. Who knows who would be wrong in the end, but I chose the one in my family. Oh, look, when he came out to watch people sing during the Lantern Festival, I had to give it to him." He buys food!" It seems to be complaining, but it is actually showing off, which is disgusting.

"I see, brother, you are not only unwilling, but also enjoying it." The teasing from under the mask instantly made the old farmer laugh out loud in embarrassment.

"You young master, you are so easy-going." Song Yan pondered for a moment, watching He Xichen and the old farmer quickly establish a good conversation atmosphere with complicated emotions, chatting with him in a lively manner.

He met He Xichen face to face several times, but never spoke to him. Looking at it now, he didn't have the fairy aura as rumored, and he was actually more down-to-earth.

"My young master..." Lin Chenzhou rubbed his stiff face, "Always easy-going."

Song Yan looked at He Xichen again, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Not only bold, but also very easy-going!

A bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus jelly instantly suppresses the burning heat and irritability of summer.He Xichen ordered a portion of all kinds of snacks. Wearing his mask at one side, he drank two bowls of sweet-scented osmanthus jelly with green jade bean cake and yam cake. Lin Chenzhou persuaded worriedly: "Young master, be careful of food accumulation."

"No." He Xichen put on the mask after wiping his mouth, and blinked at him through the terrifying Rakshasa mask, "I can still eat three more bowls of rice!"

Half a child eats a poor old man. Fortunately, the General's family has a big business. Otherwise, how could the young master have such a big appetite?Lin Chenzhou took a big bite of the yam cake and thought about it——I wonder if the young master can eat enough in the Taoist temple?

I really can't get enough!

There is no poverty on the mountain, but it is not considered rich. It is shared equally among everyone, and it is just food and clothing.However, Li Buyi's body is really intolerant of hunger, and his appetite is larger than the average person's, sometimes he was so hungry that he rolled around in the middle of the night.He Xichen can save as much as he can on the mountain, and there are many children younger than him down there. Sometimes they go out to hunt game, and they eat meat, but he can only gnaw on the bones.

When Li Jingfeng took him back, he left a lot of money for Hanshan Monastery, presumably it would be enough for the master and brothers to eat for ten lifetimes.Speaking of which, He Xichen suddenly wanted to go back to eat and drink.

Song Yan finished his bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus jelly in a leisurely manner, and then continued to take He Xichen around.

"The shopkeeper of Zhanjianxuan usually invites troupe to sing during the Lantern Festival. Tonight is a new play "Three Searches for Immortal Cave"; He is a literati. These two places are good places to go, what do you think of Mr. Li?"

One vulgar and one elegant, Song Yan carefully considered the route.

"It's all up to Mr. Song's arrangements." Naturally, He Xichen was omnipotent.

However, in the hustle and bustle of the city, he was surrounded by Song Yan and Lin Chenzhou one after the other, and he was blocked in the middle of the road, unable to move an inch.

"Mistake, I should have gone the other way just now." Song Yan smiled wryly.

He Xichen was very calm, turned his head and played carelessly with the child who was being held by an adult on his shoulders, winked and made people giggle, and even played "you can't see me, you can't see me" " old trick.

"Young master, young master." Lin Chenzhou grabbed his clothes, trying to maintain his little image in front of Song Yan.

"What's wrong?" He Xichen didn't look over at him, he didn't feel anything wrong with his behavior at all.

Lin Chenzhou was speechless for a while, and finally sighed: "Forget it, it's okay." As long as the young master is happy, it doesn't matter what his image is!

He Xichen took advantage of his height and patted his head. Suddenly, a small hand reached out in front of his eyes, pulled the mask out, and the rope tied behind his head broke with a "bang".

... This brat.

He silently lamented the bad luck in his heart, a few strands of hair were torn from the jade crown along with the mask, and hung loosely on his forehead.

Song Yan gasped, he could almost imagine how the crowd would rush over with a turbulent attack, and when he was flustered, he suddenly covered He Xichen's eyes with his hands.

"That person is Li Xian'er?"

"Seems to be……"

"Who is that person next to him? It looks familiar."

He Xichen smelled the elegant incense on Song Mingyue's body, and said in a muffled voice helplessly, "Master Song, you are trying to hide it too much."

Song Yan shed cold sweat: "This, is it useless?"

"Oh, hell, it's useful." He Xichen took a deep breath, and couldn't help but pull the two of them forward with one hand and back, squatting down, scurrying around like a loach, "At this time, only running is the most useful thing." Yes, silly Mingyue!"

"Ah!!! Li Xian'er!!! It's really Li Xian'er!!!"

"And Song Mingyue! Is it Mr. Song?"

"Damn! Hurry up!"

"Why are the people in the back in such a hurry to reincarnate?"

Lin Chenzhou didn't dare to turn his head to look at the madness of the crazy bees, waves and butterflies, and tried his best to keep up with He Xichen's footsteps, turning and turning, and finally stopped in a secluded dark alley.He leaned against the wall and panted for a while: "Did you get rid of it?"

"Probably." He Xichen also murmured softly, his face froze suddenly, "Who are you?"

"What?" Lin Chenzhou looked over in confusion.

"I still want to ask," I saw the third person slowly take off the God's Judgment Mask with the gold and silver as the background and the fire cloud as the pattern, "Why did you drag me and run away?"

The corner of He Xichen's mouth twitched, and he slapped his forehead with a palm: "I lost that silly Mingyue!"