Night Talk Hundred Stories

The big and coquettish flowers that bloom in bloom during the Flower Dynasty—can such a metaphor be used to describe the prosperity and prosperity of the world?

Qinghe took Hei Yao's hand and walked on the long street of the Imperial Capital, where there were exquisitely repaired pavilions and pavilions everywhere. Compared with the exquisite and beautiful places in the south of the Yangtze River, the carved beams and painted walls here are more bold and unrestrained, and naturally they are also beautiful, but Let me be amazed when I saw such a magnificent little orchid for the first time.

The golden crow fell to the west, but in an instant, the twilight was dyed all over the country. The night that fell early in the cold winter was covered by row upon row of lights in the city, and the air was filled with the smell of thousands of fireworks.Qinghe walked on the side of the road, shrugging his nose slightly, this action provoked Hei Yao at the side to reach out and pinch his slightly red nose tip: "But what delicious smell?"

Qinghe pursed his lips and laughed, "Why must you smell and eat?"

"Is that frozen?" Hei Yao didn't argue with him, just asked with a smile.

Qinghe didn't answer, but just stretched his hand into Hei Yao's sleeve. Hei Yao's body temperature was much higher than his. Putting it in at this moment was like heating a small warm stove, making the boy squint comfortably. eyes.

Hei Yao also let him go, wrapping his small fist with his palm, then pulled Qinghe to the tavern by the road, and said with a smile: "Ordinary people only say 'green ant new fermented wine, small red clay stove', It is really enjoyable to drink in the winter night, let's go and taste the wine in the imperial capital."

Qinghe followed him with joy in his eyes. In the past, Hei Yao only said that he was young and didn't let him drink alcohol, but he had cultivated himself for hundreds of years anyway. In terms of age, even an octogenarian couldn't compare Hei Yao, however, seemed to never remember, treating him as a child, so at this moment he was a little suspicious, looked up at Hei Yao and asked, "Can I drink too?"

"... just give it a little, it's enough to warm up."

Hei Yao seemed to be teasing him deliberately, he pondered for a while before answering.

Qinghe was satisfied, a little bit was better than nothing, and immediately picked a seat in the corner, with a bright yellow stove in the corner, just looking at it made him feel warm.

The inside of the tavern was very lively. Two or three friends sat around one place, with glasses of translucent amber wine in their hands, which glowed lightly under the light of the candles.

The vermilion wooden sign on the wall wrote the names of the wines in the store squarely in pitch black ink. Qinghe raised his head and counted softly one by one: "Zhuyeqing... Daughter red... sweet-scented osmanthus..." But the wines that Qinghe counted In the end, it couldn't be delivered to him, Hei Yao only ordered a small pot of rice wine for him, it wasn't intoxicating, but it was more fragrant and sweet.

After Xiaoer warmed the wine and brought it over, Qinghe held the fine white porcelain wine glass with both hands and took a sip tentatively. The sweet and sour taste made the young man squint his eyes subconsciously, and then he showed a smile: " It tastes good."

"nice! You love it."

Hei Yao frowned slightly, he was worried that Qinghe would not like it earlier, and he planned to give him some Zhuyeqing to taste, but now it seems that there is no need for it.

Qinghe took a sip of the wine glass and drank it happily, and saw that the wine in Hei Yao's quilt seemed to be different from his own, clearer, so he looked at Hei Yao with wide eyes and didn't speak, his appearance was very pitiful .

Hei Yao knew what he was thinking, so he ordered some wine with chopsticks and brought it to his mouth, but he didn't think about it and frowned and avoided it: "Children only drink like this, I don't want it."

Hei Yao had no choice but to pass the cup in his hand to him: "I'm afraid you don't like it."

Qinghe said nothing, took a sip of it first, and frowned immediately: "It's spicy, and the taste is not good." As he said, he put the cup back in front of Hei Yao with disgust. Seeing this, Hei Yao couldn't help but I can't help laughing, Qinghe like this is clearly a child.

The two were sitting in the corner talking and laughing, when they suddenly heard some commotion outside the door, Qing He's line of sight was blocked by the crowd at the door, so they diverted their minds and went out to find out what happened, only then did they realize that it was a group of soldiers with golden arms and silver armor, all He was in a hurry, and there was anger in his brows.

Qinghe was curious, and heard the people at the next table say: "Why, haven't you found it yet?"

"What are you looking for?" Qing He thought about it, but subconsciously asked. Seeing the person on the other side looking over, she felt a little embarrassed, and said with a slightly red face, "Sorry, I'm just curious..."

A few people at the neighboring table saw his cute features, but they never blamed him. One of them, a middle-aged man in his forties, said with a smile, "It's okay, I'm afraid you just came to Beijing, so it's normal if you don't know."

"There are a lot of military strategists in this city these days, and they are all looking for a flower!" A man next to him, blushing from drinking, took up the conversation, looking very excited: "In two days, the New Year's Eve flower banquet will be held. I don’t know if it will stir up troubles between the two countries if I bought the flower that came as a tribute from the foreign country!"

Qinghe has little knowledge of mortal affairs, so he just looked at Hei Yao blankly at this moment, "Are you fighting over a flower?"

Hei Yao laughed and said, "Probably they like that flower very much."

Qing He frowned slightly thoughtfully, thought for a moment before saying: "If Hei Yao steals my candy, I won't hit you."

"..." Hei Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was about to say something, when he heard the next table say: "You two don't know, this flower is the most precious treasure in the world, it was offered by the king himself, and it is kept in the imperial garden, just waiting It was used for viewing flowers during the New Year’s Eve flower feast, but now it disappears for no reason, and the relationship between the two countries will inevitably become tense.”

Qing He still had a half-knowledge, and only asked: "Then, have the flowers been stolen?"

Those few people shook their heads and said they didn't know, they only said that the flower was lost for no reason, Xuan Tianjian deduced that the flower was still in Beijing, but they didn't know where it was hidden, so they had to send Jin Wuwei to search around.

Qing He pursed his lips, only thinking that the Xuantian Supervisor couldn't even deduce where a pot of flowers was hidden, and dared to be called "Xuantian", so it was obvious that the name was in vain.

Looking at his expression, Hei Yao knew that he must be secretly laughing in his heart that the Xuantian Prison is useless, so he didn't point it out at the moment, and only responded to those people: "If they still can't find it on New Year's Eve, what should they do?"

Hearing this, one of them picked up the jug on the table and slowly poured a glass of wine: "I'm afraid it's also Tianwei's wrath."

Hei Yao only smiled slightly and didn't speak, but Qing He who was beside him muttered in a low voice: "Then they are really unlucky."

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When the two of them got out, the moon was already in the middle of the sky, and there were fewer pedestrians on the road at this time, only the lanterns under the eaves of the shops were left swaying slowly in the night wind.

Qinghe drank a small can of rice wine. At this moment, he felt that the blood in his body was slightly hot, and he felt much more comfortable after being blown by the night wind. He immediately frowned in satisfaction: "It's so comfortable~"

Hei Yao stroked his hair, and said warmly: "Then let's walk back slowly."

Qinghe nodded, followed Hei Yao for a step or two, stopped suddenly, and pointed to a small stall not far away: "That! It smells so good!"

Hei Yao looked in the direction of his finger, it turned out to be a small wonton stall, a large pot in front of the stall was boiling fragrant chicken soup, the woman in plain clothes whispered to the tall man beside her from time to time, smiling like a flower, thinking about it It should be husband and wife.

"Aren't you full after drinking all the rice wine?" Hei Yao chuckled, and led Qinghe to the stall, seeing that the other party didn't intend to close the stall, he ordered two bowls of wontons.

Sitting on the wooden bench, Qinghe watched the woman serve the wontons, and did not forget to give Hei Yao a pitiful look: "It's full of water, I'm not full..."

Hei Yao was amused by his appearance, couldn't help reaching out and flicking the boy's forehead lightly: "It's like raising a glutton."

"I'm not like that!" Qing He wrinkled his nose, looking very disgusted: "There is only one mouth in the whole body, and I eat less than him... Well, I also look better than him!"

"Yes, yes, my Qinghe looks the best."

While talking, two bowls of wontons were also served on the table. There were more than a dozen thin-skinned wontons buried in the fragrant chicken soup, and a few green vegetables floated in the soup.

Qinghe was about to move his chopsticks, but someone grabbed his sleeve suddenly. He turned his head to look in doubt, and met a pair of moist eyes.

"You take me back!"

The little girl with buns said with a smile when she saw Qinghe came to see her.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the girl who is still reading the article, I am back again... I guess this article is clear to the end...