drunk spring branch

"This fucking...?!"

Jing Zhu sat on the broken plank bed in embarrassment, fortunately there were still two layers of mattresses, otherwise the sawdust would hurt him.

Getting stabbed was the next thing, mainly because Jing Zhu felt that he was about to be injured internally.An overly realistic spring dream, the object of which is Ming Xuanyu, let alone talk about it, was able to shake the broken wooden bed that was not strong because of too much movement.

Taking a deep breath, he stroked his already matted hair.Pushing open the window, I wanted to take advantage of the cold air to wake up, but when I opened the window, a torrential rain poured in, as if giving Jing Zhu a head of cold water.

With a bang, Jing Zhu hurriedly closed the window, shaking the already weak window lattice trembling three times.As soon as the window was opened, the ink-splashed black hair was drenched by the heavy rain and blown upside down by the wind. It stuck to Jing Zhu's delicate cheeks, and the raindrops dripped along the ends of the hair and the cuffs, and dripped onto the plate on the table by the window. .

Although the plate lacked a gap, it was clean and spotless.But the big white steamed buns on the plate that I hadn't been willing to eat two days ago were really soaked in soup.In addition to being doused by the heavy rain, there are scattered black ash mixed in the rain, and a few wet leaves after being devastated by the heavy rain.

Taking off the wet leaf that was slapped to his lips by the wind and rain, Jing Zhu looked at the steamed buns on the table in a daze.When I bought it a few days ago, I was afraid that the mice would miss it if I put it in the kitchen. I even joked to myself when I moved it to the back room.This is great, I really respect my ancestors.

After this, Jing Zhu's face was no longer burning, her heart was no longer irritable, and she no longer had such worldly thoughts.

After calming down and cleaning up the mess, he went to the kitchen to boil the bath water and take a bath again.Lying in the big wooden barrel soaked in hot water, Jing Zhu suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of wanting to cry.

The next day was a fine day with clear skies and clear skies.

If it hadn't been soaked in a wooden barrel for one night, people would probably be soaked like fungus, and Jingzhu would definitely be able to sleep in it for a night.After the water was half-cold, he reluctantly came out, sat on the small bench after tidying up, and lay down in front of the stove all night.Before going to bed, I paid homage to Lord Stove, hoping that I would not be hungry these two days.

Early in the morning, Drunken Immortal Pavilion sent people to pull over five carts full of Drunken Spring Branches.Shocked, Jing Zhu had no choice but to send them back to King Xiang's mansion.

The man in charge in front of the carriage has all his facial features twisted into a ball. I spent so much effort to move the jar of wine to the carriage, and then rushed to send it over early in the morning. Just tell me that I can’t let it go, and send it to Prince Xiang’s mansion again. go?

Seeing that the man in charge was about to have a fit, Jing Zhu had no choice but to apologize and smile.He said that his house was already a dilapidated house, and there were too many cars to hold it.

"Tsk. I'll send the wine over there. If you want to drink it, you can ask for it at Prince Xiang's Mansion!"

The man in charge got into the carriage, whipped and urged the horse indignantly.

The one who can send Lord Xiang five carts of Zuichunzhi to the mansion must not be an ordinary beggar, even if he endured the anger in his stomach, he can only endure it, and must not offend the prince.

After the group left in dust, Dou Zi suddenly jumped out from behind the trunk of the big willow tree at the door, and timidly rubbed into Jing Zhu's arms.

"Brother Jingzhu, who are they, are they here to find brother?"

Douzi raised her face and tilted her head to ask.

"Yes."

Jing Zhu touched Douzi's fluffy hair, and admitted with a smile.

"Then why did they leave again? Is there something else to do?"

Douzi continued to ask questions.

"Yes."

Jing Zhu replied without thinking.

"I heard that the elder sister at the west entrance of the street said that Brother Jing Zhu is going to enter the palace to become a princess. Is it true?"

Douzi pouted, scratched his hair and asked.

"Yes...it's a ghost, yes! Who's talking nonsense? Even if your brother and I enter the palace, I'm not a princess, it's..."

Suddenly realizing something was wrong, Jing Zhu feigned anger and knocked Dou Zi on the head.

I wanted to justify that it is absolutely impossible to become a princess in the mansion, after all... But last night's overly voluptuous spring dream, it seems that it is not suitable to talk about it in front of a child in his early ten years old.

"The elder sister said that she saw a well-dressed and good-looking big brother who came to you several times and asked her for directions. It was only later that she found out that it was the prince of Prince Xiang's Mansion."

Douzi chuckled and kicked up the pebbles on the side of the road.

"He came to see me?"

Jing Zhu was a little shocked, he didn't expect Ming Xuanyu to come to him.

"Yes, I also heard from that sister. She said that she often came to look for her. If she brought a big gift, it must be a marriage proposal. Her second sister was married like that."

Douzi knew that Jing Zhu would teach him a lesson if he finished speaking, so he laughed and ran away after saying it wisely.

What princess?No matter what, he should be the one who carried the big sedan chair to marry Ming Xuanyu into the house, and he wanted to be the king's man.No...why did the marriage have to happen between the two of them!It's all because of the erotic dream last night, the whole person is weird.Even if Douzi didn't say anything, Ming Xuanyu's seductive panting and charming smile would float in his mind from time to time.

As a result, the small stone on the side of the road suffered another disaster, and was kicked far away by Jing Zhu viciously as if venting his anger.

Although there was no rain that night, it was also very cold.Jing Zhu tried to nail the bed board up again, but it was completely broken, and it was really powerless.So he wanted to make do with the broken bed for a few days, but the mattress was too thin, and he couldn't sleep on it. The splinters of sawdust reminded him of what a long-lasting dream he had experienced last night.

It seems that the problem of sleeping has to be solved anyway.But I can hardly afford to eat, and I can't get rid of the pot. Where can I go to a new bed that won't collapse?

After sleeping on his stomach in front of the stove for another night, Jing Zhu decided to go out to pick up the trash and find a way.

At this time in previous years, it is reasonable to say that it is getting colder, but this year it is getting colder, as if it has already entered winter.

What makes Jing Zhu doubt his life is that he seems to be being watched by the god of mildew these days.The bed is gone, the steamed buns are gone, and even today I decided to go out to pick up junk, but it was cold and windless when I just went out, and I managed to pick up some broken bottles, broken bowls and barrels, but suddenly it started to rain again, and this rain is not Pure rain turned out to be sleet.

It's really a house leak and it rains all night.If a person is unlucky, drinking water will get stuck between his teeth.

With a pile of tatters in the back basket, Jing Zhu began to look for a place where he could temporarily avoid the wind and snow.The rain mixed with unformed ice slags and snow, hit his face head-on, his cheeks were flushed from the cold, and his hands and fingers seemed to be about to lose consciousness.

There were not as many pedestrians on the street as in the past, and they all rubbed their hands to breathe, or hurried past with their hands tucked into their cuffs.

Lifting the pannier, Jing Zhu continued walking while holding on to the brim of the broken bamboo hat.If I still have that lotus fan in my hand now, maybe I can go to Zuixian Pavilion and drink a few jars of hot wine.

This place is not far from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, right in front of your eyes, but now that you have no money, what do you use to drink, with this basket of tatters, or this thin shirt?Sighing, Jing Zhu sat down in front of a peach tree not far from Zuixian Pavilion, leaning against the cold ground.The peach branches have long been bare, without even any dead leaves to blow off, and they look particularly bleak in the wind and snow.

"It's you? Why are you here, you... what are you doing!"

A childish but arrogant voice came from the side.

Jing Zhu raised his eyes and looked back, only to realize that it was the little boy who pretended to fall and stole the purse that day, and then called the big men in black to block him and seek revenge.

Shibie will treat each other with admiration for three days, and the little boy can hardly bear to see it before the third day.His hair was more fluffy and messy. If it was said that his hair was like straw that had been soaked by the rain then, now it looked like weeds that had been soaked and then dried, and then shredded and kneaded.

That little face was still dirty, but maintained an arrogant and vigilant expression, like a little hedgehog who was always on guard.

"My stew is not good, so my wife kicked me out."

Jing Zhu curled his lips, his eyes rolled cunningly, his face didn't blush and his heart beat when he lied.

"Ah? You're the kind of person who still has a wife? Stewed meat...you know how to make meat? No, it's so bad that your wife kicks you out of the house and you can't eat it..."

The little boy bit his lower lip, thinking seriously.

If it wasn't for acting skills, Jing Zhu really wanted to laugh.A child is still a child, no matter how mature he pretends to be.This kid, who was a bit fierce, unexpectedly believed everything he said.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Jing Zhu gave full play to his acting skills, covered his ears and frowned while speaking, as if recalling the pain in person.

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"Ask...what?"

The little boy swallowed nervously and clutched his cuffs tightly.

"Why are you here? I'm so mad! I went to the street to look for you, and I asked him when the kid walked by, but he didn't know where you were? What the hell, I beat him Meal!"

In an instant, Jing Zhu had a ferocious look on his face, and vividly acted out a scene of a shrew cursing in the street. The voice was so expressive that the little boy couldn't help but tremble and took a step back.

"Why is your wife so fierce? Hey, you are so miserable... so pitiful."

The little boy frowned, and looked up and down in disgust at the man who was squatting on the ground and crying, who seemed to be tortured by his wife.

Before Jing Zhu, who was sobbing silently, raised his head and continued to perform, suddenly a strange yet familiar voice came from above his head.

"Why are you here?"

It was a cold man's voice, calm and devoid of any emotion.

Jing Zhu looked up, and it was exactly the same scene again.Dressed in white clothes, she is refined, holding an umbrella, looking down at Jing Zhu, who is squatting with her knees hugged beside the peach tree, surrounded by soothing sandalwood faintly.That most beautiful face is still like an iceberg, expressionless and unable to read any emotion.

"Wow!!"

Hearing the sound, the little boy yelled loudly, and ran away in the rain.

Probably someone suddenly spoke from behind, and the first sentence of opening his mouth perfectly matched what Jing Zhugang said about his wife cursing, it was the same sentence "Why are you here".

Looking at the little boy who was running away, and then looking up at the white-clothed Shengxue man in front of him, who was as holy as a fairy in a painting, Jing Zhu raised the corners of his lips and smiled heartily.