Prince Boring and Concubine Qiao Ai

On the north trip, Zhao Ling stayed in the carriage for most of the time, Lord Luo only brought fifteen generals with him, and the others, including Cui Fang and Ning Zhuang, did not follow.

It can be seen that Fang Jing is the purpose of their southward travel.

His thirteenth prince let go of the traitor and murderer Mo Fangjing.This crime is enough for him to suffer another three thousand dollars from Ling Chi.

Luo Yi didn't say anything, but it didn't mean he didn't doubt it.But doubts are doubts, he has no evidence.In this way, Zhao Ling returned to Liangdu with the brigade in a shameless and carefree manner.

The carriage stopped.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, in front of Wusu City, the prince plans to rest in the city for two days, and let his subordinates come down to report."

Concubine Su snorted.

If they go north, if they take the official road in a straight line, they should not pass through Wusu City.

Did Lord Luo deliberately turn the other way?

"Wusu!" Zhao Ling regained his energy when he heard this, rolled over and sat up.He poked his head out of the carriage, looked up at the three big golden characters above the city gate, and said to himself, "June [-]th, Wusu Chao, Wentian Festival, the dragon raised its head."

Wusu, relying on Mujiang River, is the north-south water transportation hub of Daliang, and it is a large commercial city surrounded by mountains and rivers.Zhao Ling had always wanted to come here in his last life, but he couldn't because of various reasons.

The little Sansan is gone, Luo Yi should be riding it to handle important family affairs.Based on Zhao Ling's understanding of Luo Yi, this old-fashioned prince who doesn't know how to adapt will never have the leisure and elegance to watch the tide and listen to the water. Time is extremely precious to him every minute and every second. OK, probably on the way.

Could it be that besides Fang Jing, is there anyone else in his Xue family army who died?

There is always a way to catch one and save another. Thinking about his rebirth as the thirteenth prince, it is still useful.

Zhao Ling shook off unnecessary thoughts, and the carriage drove into the city.In addition to business and trade, Wusu City is also a famous tourist attraction in Daliang, especially on the [-]th day of the sixth lunar month, when the Mujiang River tide is high, Wusu Dam is an excellent viewing spot, and after that, there will be grand tide sacrifices and dragon boat rides During the competition, idlers and princes and nobles from all over the world will flock to Wusu City to watch this shocking spectacle of heaven and earth.

Today is June [-]th, the city of Wusu is overcrowded, and there are people selling raincoats and umbrellas everywhere.Even on the city roads dedicated to carriages, it is especially difficult for carriages to travel, and the traffic jams are terrible. Luxurious carriages and sedan chairs are lined up one after the other.The carriage also stopped and went, making Concubine Su dizzy.

This ostentation is about to catch up with Daliang's annual imperial examination.

Not to mention that, boarding and lodging will be even more crowded, not to mention inns, even in ordinary people's yards, there are many people who spend money and bring straw mats to borrow for the night.

"Where do we live?" Zhao Ling asked worriedly.

The boy who followed outside the carriage ran to inquire, and came back to report later, "Your Highness, we live in the palace of Lord Luo by the Mujiang River in the south."

"Lord Luo's palace?" Zhao Ling didn't remember what kind of palace Luo Yi had in Wusu.

Has Luo Yi, a boring gourd who doesn't know how to enjoy life, started to build houses and property everywhere?

It was not until dusk that the carriage turned into the courtyard.

In the past 20 years, Luo Yi's aesthetic level has improved qualitatively. If it weren't for the word "Luo" at the door, he would never believe that the owner of this house is Luo Yi.

The location of the palace is also excellent. There are three-story wooden buildings. There are rockery and springs in the yard. There is also a small lake with lotus flowers planted in the lake. There is a pavilion on the island in the center of the lake. Chess board on stone table.It is very artistic, as if it was picked up from a certain landscape painting.Such a building courtyard is nothing to put on a beam, but in Wusu, it is definitely a mansion among mansions.

Looking from the third floor of the small palace building, you can have a panoramic view of Mujiang.

Zhao Ling liked it very much, but thinking that the owner of this house is Luo Yi, he quickly let go of the urge to buy it for himself when he has money in the future.

On the way all night, Concubine Su was pregnant and tired, so she went to bed first.

Zhao Ling couldn't sleep, he slept too much when the carriage was stuck on the road, and he had to get up early to watch the tide on the Mujiang embankment.The tide rises at Chen Shi, but most people go to grab seats in the middle of the night.Wusu's commerce and trade are well developed, money is paramount, and the best seats need to be booked with silver.

Luo Yi doesn't like places with many people. For things like watching the tide, he just waits and sees from a distance from the small building of the palace. He probably won't squat on the embankment closest to the tide.Zhao Ling also didn't want to trouble the Luo family and Concubine Su to occupy a seat for him. He has hands and feet and is self-reliant.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Ling got up, said hello to the general of the Luo family who was watching the night, and left the gate of the palace alone.The street is extremely lively and brightly lit.Outsiders sharpen their knives and prepare to grab seats, while locals carry roasted pigs, cattle and sheep to sacrifice.He didn't have to go by himself at all, he was pushed to the Mujiang Causeway automatically by the crowd.

Zhao Ling, who was thin and thin, quickly squeezed into the front row through the gap between people.The front row is bamboo railings, artificially built to prevent overcrowding from falling into the river.Although the position was a bit off, but the view was acceptable, Zhao Ling stayed where he was contentedly, and seeing more and more people, he simply climbed up the railing.

It would be great if the Thirteenth Prince could grow a little taller.

He sat on the railing and looked at the peaceful surface of Mujiang from a distance. Soon, there will be overwhelming waves here.

It's good to live another life in the peaceful and prosperous times.

Inexplicably impulsive, Zhao Ling straightened up, stepped on the railing, immersed in the river wind with his whole body and mind, the air of nature is vast, and all living beings in the world are insignificant.

"what!"

With a loud cry, he vented out the remaining depression and satisfaction from his previous life.

Suddenly, something approached him behind him.

After rebirth, his intuition was far less sensitive than in his previous life, and the qualities he had trained on the battlefield were not inherited, but if any hostility approached, he could vaguely feel it.

Turn around, and face Ningzhuang's face that has you everywhere.

Zhao Ling's surging excitement disappeared in an instant, Luo Yi was behind Ning Zhuang, and Luo Yi's eyes were sizing him up again as if he was tearing apart flesh and blood.

Luo Yi, are you a ghost? Are you still haunted?

Out of politeness, he still patted the bamboo pole beside him, "Does Lord Luo have the time to watch the tide? My seat is good, why don't you come and sit?"

Luo Yi pretended not to know him and walked forward.

well.

It is absolutely impossible for Luo Yi to sit on the railing in such an indecent posture.Sitting with him is even more impossible. The scene where Zhao Lian flirted with Luo Yi was so disgusting, Zhao Ling felt like vomiting just thinking about it, let alone Luo Yi, a cleanliness addict.

Luo Yi probably passed by by accident and stopped just out of curiosity.The thirteenth prince was timid and fearful, he would not approach such a dangerous embankment, let alone sit on the railing and shout like Zhao Ling.

Unexpectedly, Ning Zhuang didn't leave, but uttered two words fiercely, "Follow me."

Zhao Ling politely expressed his refusal with body movements, and Ning Zhuang's sheathed sword pressed over, making it clear that there was nothing to discuss.

Luo Yi still walked forward, as if he was not instigated by his subordinates to force the young boy.

Zhao Ling only jumped off the railing, and reluctantly bid farewell to the excellent tide-watching position he had so hard to grab.

Ning Zhuang whispered, "Zhao Ling, I warn you, stay away from the prince. Do you think that the prince will be fooled by you when you meet by chance? You just look like him, but you will never be able to replace him in the prince's place." The position in my heart. The prince is just worried that you will accidentally fall from the railing, and even the body will not be found after you die, which will make Su Fei empress unhappy."

Well, the reason...

By the way, who is she?

Lord Luo has someone he likes?

Forget it, a lot of things will happen in 20 years, what kind of confidante Luo Yi met, and then they didn't get together for some shit reason, it's not his concern.

What he should care about is what Luo Yi wants to take him to do.

He followed the two of them listlessly through the crowds. The advantage of Ningzhuang's presence was that it was not crowded. As a guard, he took the lead in opening up an unimpeded road for his master.

Being with Luo Yi is always very dull. This boring gourd can't hold back a word for a long time. In his previous life, he always talked to himself non-stop, all when Luo Yi heard it.But in this life, he has nothing to say to Luo Yi.

Zhao Ling felt that the time had passed extremely long.

He looked around at the scenery, and the dragon boats on the Mujiang River, which were about to participate in the tide racing competition, were already in their positions.When the tide rises and the festival is over, the dragon boat rushes into the tide, splitting its way against the tide.

Far away, there is a big red umbrella by the river.The big red umbrella can fully cover ten people.It is especially eye-catching in the green river water and the crowded crowd.

The position of the red umbrella is also the most correct position for watching the tide. The tide passes by and falls in front of the umbrella.This is an excellent place to watch the tide, every inch of land is very expensive, depending on the area, it costs at least 1000 million taels.

The owner of the umbrella is also an old friend.The younger brother of Wu Guifei, the eldest daughter of the Wu family, the owner of the Swallow Pavilion, and one of the slugs who followed Zhao Ling in his previous life.

Zhao Ling always thinks that the two sons and daughters of the Wu family are very interesting. The daughter loves to dance knives and guns, ride horses and shoot arrows.But the son fiddles with makeup in the mirror every day, and discusses with the maids which clothes look better to wear. He cooks well, plays the piano well, likes bright red the most, and occasionally wears skirts to haunt the fireworks.

The rhetoric of these two people is even more astonishing. Miss Wu Wan said that she will only marry and not marry in this life, while Young Master Wu Lan said that he will only marry and not marry in this life.They said this at the birthday banquet of the late emperor's fiftieth birthday, and all civil and military officials, the emperor's relatives and relatives laughed it off as childish speech.At that time, not only Zhao Ling, but even his father Xiandi often joked about whether the two children of the Wu family were born with the wrong gender.

Not seen for 20 years, Wu Lan's makeup is even thicker, and her red lips match his red clothes very well.Under the big red umbrella, he sat quietly, looking at the distant river, and occasionally took a sip of tea.

When Luo Yi walked over, Young Master Wu rubbed his eyes, thinking he was wrong.He confirmed with the two fan-playing maids beside him that he was not dreaming, and then he stood up suddenly, almost rushing towards him.

Luo Yi dodged sideways, but Wu Lan didn't stop, and threw Zhao Ling down behind Luo Yi.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." Wu Lan got up and wanted to pounce again, but Ning Zhuang's sword cut him off three meters away.

Wu Lan didn't know that it was the thirteenth prince, but thought Zhao Ling was Luo Yi's servant.Zhao Ling's back hurts from the fall, and his back is hot when he hasn't healed yet. I really admire this little kid. He is in his 30s, and he is still the same as 20 years ago. When he saw Luo Yi, his eyes lit up and he adored him. No way.

Think about it, the object of worship of the young master of the Wu family is not only the prince of the Luo family, but also him.

"Third brother, third brother, third brother came to Wusu to watch the tide, why didn't he know me? I didn't even have time to dress up carefully. Does this look scare third brother?" Wu Lan asked The boy who was playing the fan brought a stool.

Third brother... Zhao Ling still misses this name.At that time, there were seven children of aristocratic families who were similar in age, and there were seven people who studied in Xuanwu Pavilion. According to their age, Luo Yi ranked third, and he ranked seventh. At that time, Wu Lan was very young and could only squat. For eating his fingers at the door, he was always called Seventh Brother and Luo Yi's Third Brother.

In the past 20 years, the seven of them have died, some have been disabled, some have been crazy, and some of them have soared to the top of the big roc, such as the prince Zhao Qi who became the emperor of Jing'an in Liang, for example, the prince accompanies the prince of the Luo Palace to the hereditary title of Luo Yi , has become the humerus in the middle of the court where one person is under one person and above ten thousand people.

"Third brother, when are you leaving? Are you going back to Liangdu? I'll go back with you, okay? I haven't been to see my sister in the palace for a long time." Wu Lan dragged a stool and leaned over, but he and Luo Yizhi In the room, Zhao Ling was separated.

It wasn't that Zhao Ling was willing to sit here, three stools were brought in just now, Luo Yi chose the middle one, Ning Zhuang snatched the one on the left, leaving him only the one on the right.

With Wu Lan so close, the fragrance of the powder was stronger than that of Concubine Su, making him sick.

Wu Lan stared straight at Zhao Ling with big eyes painted with red eyeshadow.

"You...are...who?" The more he looked, the more surprised he became, "Are you the third brother's new male favourite?"

Men dote on you uncle!Zhao Ling sincerely admired the crown prince of the richest family in Daliang. He was ignorant to a certain extent. If Yanzige was his successor, he would be able to wipe out the family property in a few years.

"Zhao Lian, the thirteenth prince." Luo Yi introduced him lightly.

The boring gourd has indeed changed. In his previous life, he wouldn't have talked to Wu Lan at all.

Wu Lan suddenly realized, "No wonder, no wonder, he really looks like Brother Seven! It is said that nephews look like uncles, and nephews look like uncles, so it must be the emperor's own. But I have never heard my sister say that there is a man in the palace. The thirteenth prince. On the Queen’s birthday last year, I have seen the fourteenth and fifteenth princes born to the noble concubine of the Kuang family. They are not as good-looking as him. It’s strange, he looks so good-looking, why didn’t I pay attention to him? ?”

Zhao Ling could answer that every time there was a major gathering in the palace, the thirteenth prince would lower his head and hunker down, condensing into a paper man, for fear that anyone would discover his existence, especially the powerful princes in the palace.

Just hearing the exclamation on the embankment, there were tiny waves in the Mujiang River, one layer after another.People who come to see the scenery every year know that this is the precursor to the beginning of the Wusu tide.

"Prince brother, how about we change seats?" Wu Lan said in Zhao Ling's ear, "I'll give you 1000 taels of silver, plus I can choose the new fabrics of this year's Swallow Pavilion at will."

Of course, Zhao Ling happily accepted such a favorable condition.

He pretended to have a stomach ache to go to the toilet, and successfully left his seat. After he came back after pretending to squat in the toilet for a while, Wulan Midi sat in his seat very tacitly, saying that he couldn't hear what he said, but Luo It is certain that Yi does not like to listen.

Zhao Ling lay on the railing, remembering that in the past, he took pleasure in teasing Duan Hulu, and often deliberately made Wu Lan cry, and then threw it to Luo Yi to coax him.Although Luo Yi's face was dark, but because of the face of the Wu family, he reluctantly hugged Wu Lan in his arms, swayed decently, and told a particularly boring story, so boring that Wu Lan's children fell asleep after listening to it for a while .

From a distance, he saw a white line rise up where the river and the sky meet.

The tide is about to rise, and people are crowding forward, eager to watch the rare sight once a year.All the tributes for the sacrifice had been transported to the dragon boats, and when the highest tide came in, the trackers on the embankment let down the ropes that tied the hull of the boat, and the boats were swept into the bottom of the river together with the tributes by the big waves.

The Wusu people believe in the god of water, and every year the spring tide sacrifices pay attention to it. When there is a war, they beg for peace and no one will die. Today, when there is no war, everyone folds their hands together, bows their heads devoutly, and prays for good weather and a safe family.

The height of one person, the height of two people, the height of three people, each wave is more turbulent.The tide kept swooping on the dam, quickly receding, and then coming up again.Like a blue curtain with small white flowers, it is constantly rolling with the strong wind.The height of the embankment was far below the level of the tide, and many people on the shore were already wet.

Zhao Ling has a big red umbrella here to block the splashing tide rushing up the embankment. Wu Lan has experience, and early on he asked someone to adjust the orientation of the red umbrella surface, tilting slightly forward, which neither blocked the view nor blocked the spray.

The majestic mountains and rivers, the wonders of heaven and earth, the highest tide, tens of meters, the tide-riders cross the tide, stand at the forefront of the dragon boat, beat the big drum, shout the chant, and march hard against the big waves and strong winds.

The dragon boat was pushed up to the highest point by the waves, and suddenly fell down again. The fierce impact almost caused the people on the dragon boat to overturn. Big Wave Spire.

Wu Lan stood up excitedly, "Good job!"

He said a good compliment, and the stewards around him hurriedly wrote it down on paper. It was to give money. This is the Wu family's rule-if you lose money, you will come back. You will never be stingy with spending money. The more you spend, the more you earn. more.

The Wu family originated in Wusu. They were the first big landlords in Wusu. During the war years, they followed the ancestors of the Zhao family to conquer the world. Afterwards, the family moved to Liangdu.The head of the Wu family didn't come back very often when he was alive, and those who manage the ancestral house are all offshoots of the Wu family, but after death, they will be buried in the ancestral graves on the outskirts of Wusu, and the fallen leaves return to their roots.

Zhao Ling took a deep breath, because Luo Yi's little depression in his heart rushed to the distance with the tide and never appeared again.My own hatred is nothing compared to everything in this world.I didn't want to understand it in my previous life, but fortunately I understand it in this life.

He has to thank Luo Yi for passing this place.

Half an hour later, the tide gradually went down, and the people on the embankment were still unsatisfied and did not leave for a long time.Wu Lan shook his red sleeves and said, "Third brother, the thirteenth prince, do you still have a place to go? I'll accompany you, Wusu is the one I know best."

Zhao Ling asked, "Wusu's rouge wine is said to be very good, can you give me a jar?"

"Lan Yinglou, I'm the host, and I invite you to drink as much as you want."

"it is good."

Luo Yi didn't refuse, Wu Lan was ecstatic, it was the first time Luo Yi didn't refuse his treat when he grew up so big.

Wu Lan immediately greeted the servants, and went to say hello to the shopkeeper. Lan Yinglou is one of the properties of the Wu family, and he is the boss, so he can sell it to whomever he says.Rouge Niang only sells ten altars a year, which is the second rule of the Wu family - rare things are more expensive, and the better things must be limited in quantity, so that they appear precious.

Zhao Ling got a lot from Miss Wu's family in his previous life, but he never learned how to drink.Wu Wan often said that wine has its own personality, and the people who make it have different personalities, so the wines produced are also different.

Of course, the perfect taste of rouge can't be brewed.

He asked for wine, besides wanting to drink, there was another reason.Zhao Lian's idea of ​​adoptively going to the Luo Palace is not groundless. The Luo Palace has no heirs so far, and the civil and military officials should have put a lot of pressure on his elder brother.It is the safest way to inherit the military power of Prince Luo's mansion from the royal family.All princes, especially princes whose mother's family is not noble, are considered.

Originally, he thought that his act of cutting off his sleeves was enough for Lord Luo to keep him at a respectful distance.But along the way, Luo Yi took good care of him.In case an imperial decree comes down, Luo Yi is likely to make do with it.

To resist Luo Yi's will, he must do what Luo Yi hates the most, and then become Luo Yi's most hated person.

Crying bag, timid, alcoholism, sex.

Based on the experience of her previous life, Luo Yi never drank alcohol.The reason is due to the unfortunate marriage of his father and mother.The old Lord Luo had a childhood sweetheart, Bai Yueguang, but he married someone else by accident. Because of his parents' persecution, he married Luo Yi's mother who he didn't love.

After marriage, the two respected each other as guests, occasionally doing bed exercises, and they looked happy to outsiders.But the old Lord Luo still couldn't let go of his white moonlight.At first, he often received letters from Bai Yueguang, but after getting Luo Yi, Bai Yueguang's letters stopped.So, he used wine to relieve his sorrows, drank unconsciously every day, fell asleep until dawn, and forced Luo Yi's mother to be a widow for half her life.In their Luo family, there is only one child, Luo Yi.

Before Luo Yi's mother died in depression, Luo Yi, who was only five years old, was forced to swear three oaths to the sky. The Luo family army will always be loyal to Prince Zhao Qi.

Luo Yi is quite rigid and sticks to his oath.

Zhao Ling always felt that Concubine Luo must have hated and loved Lord Luo to death, and she was unwilling to do harm to him, so she put the curse on her own son.You can't taste the delicacy in the world, you never touch women, and you haven't found someone you like so far.

Several people took Wu's carriage to Lanying Tower.Wu Lan went in to make arrangements first, and then Zhao Ling and Luo Yi got out of the carriage.

At the corner of the door, there was an old man playing the violin with his daughter.The old man was walking back and forth with a tray asking for money, the little girl was wearing patched clothes, and her fingers playing the violin had several cuts and calluses.Where the wrist was exposed from the clothes, there was a slender and curved scar like an earthworm.

The tune I played was "General Order".

Zhao Ling stopped and looked in the direction of the entertainer's daughter for a while.

Ning Zhuang urged, "Let's go."

Zhao Ling shook his head and said, "That girl is so pretty, I want her to be my bed warming maid."

The bed warming maid is lower than a concubine and has no status. Most of them are the daughters of the next generation, and they are dedicated to serving the master to vent their desires.

Luo Yi's back was stiff for a moment, Zhao Ling had already run over like flying, and generously put 100 taels of silver notes on the plate held by the old man.

The old man knelt down in surprise, and the handsome young man in front of him was almost his reborn parents.

"Daughter, stop playing and thank your benefactor quickly."

The little girl wore two ponytails, she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Zhao Ling coughed twice, brewing up his words. Robbing women is not his specialty, but molesting beautiful women is not difficult. He touched the little girl's shy face with his hand, and said with a wretched smile, "You are so pretty."

The little girl took a step back in fright.

Zhao Ling took the opportunity to wrap his arms around the little girl's waist, "Little beauty, if you follow me, you will enjoy all the glory and wealth, and I will never treat you badly."

The little girl's face turned pale, she was about to cry, and she looked at the old man helplessly.

Zhao Ling said unhurriedly, "1000 taels, I'll buy her."

When the old man heard 1000 taels, his eyes lit up, "Young master has good eyesight, my daughter is innocent, plays the piano well, cooks well, and is very good at serving people."

Zhao Ling's hands tightened even more, and he didn't pay attention to Luo Yi's deep eyes at all.

The little girl couldn't break free, with tears in her eyes, but no one around came forward to help.

Wu Lan stood behind Zhao Ling at some point.

Who is the Patriarch of the Wu family? He is a big celebrity in front of the emperor, and half of the national treasury is filled with his family's tax money.There is almost no one in Wusu City who does not know Wu Lan, and every household has received Wu Lan's favor.Zhao Ling is Wu Lan's guest, no matter how bastard he is, he has to make an offering as a bodhisattva.

Isn't she just a little girl who fled from other places?His young master is good-looking and talented, so he won't suffer a loss if he follows him.

The old man's money was paid by Wu Lan, 1000 taels was just right, the money he owed for changing seats under the umbrella just now.

Wu Lan paid the silver taels, and said to the two, "The elegant room is ready, third brother, thirteenth prince, please."

Only then was Zhao Ling willing to let go, and the little girl cried and chased the old man who had gone away, hugged the old man's leg, and cried, "Grandpa, tell me where my brother is, where is my brother!"

The old man slapped him, "Go back, don't make trouble for me. If you offend me, I'll sell your brother to the building as a servant."

The little girl was crying, Zhao Ling walked over, knelt down and said, "Serve me well, and I will save your brother from the fire pit."

The old man is not a grandfather, but a human trafficker, and the little girl and her younger brother must be children who were abducted and sold by human traffickers to make money.Zhao Ling saw at a glance that he had bought the little girl by taking advantage of disgusting Luo Yi's opportunity.

"What's your name?"

The little girl didn't know if what Zhao Ling said was true, but she could only choose to believe, "Xiao Hua."

She wiped away her tears, followed Zhao Ling, and followed Wu Lan to the private room on the second floor.

Luo Yi walked last, and exchanged glances with Ning Zhuang, Ning Zhuang turned into the alley and disappeared.

Wu Lan treats guests, and the dishes are quite exquisite. Zhao Ling was considered a rich and well-dressed food in the palace in his previous life, but he has never eaten a single dish on the table.

"I created it myself," Wu Lan said proudly, "Third Brother knows that I love cooking the most."

Zhao Ling remembered that in his previous life, when Wu Wan clamored to be the head of the Wu family, Wu Lan also had ambitions, and he wanted to be a cook.This ambition is naturally ridiculed by everyone. Who would have thought that the young master of the richest family is not counting silver every day, but squatting in the kitchen to light the fire, holding a kitchen knife to study oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

He is the only one who supports Wu Lan, with 360 skills, he can become the number one scholar, as long as he learns well, he is capable.He picked out the children who were so angry that they were ridiculed and cried loudly, and made a big point. They laugh at you, crying is useless, you should show them that you can do it.He waited for that day, when he became a famous chef, people all over the world rushed to eat his creative dishes.

Zhao Ling took a sip of the soup, it was delicious.Peel a crab, it's delicious.

Stay at home, visit the world, go to heaven and earth, all on the tip of your tongue.

Wu Lan did it.

"Xiao Hua, pour wine for Grandpa." I am in a good mood, how can I not be accompanied by fine wine?At this moment, Zhao Ling most wanted to hug Luo Yi and laugh for three hundred rounds. They hugged and coaxed and educated children back then, and they were promising.Now even if the Wu family is completely wiped out, they can still leave a legacy in history with their culinary skills.

Of course, Luo Yi would not give him such a chance, maybe Ning Zhuang would chop him up with a knife.

Zhao Ling treated Rouge Niang as water, and took a sip of it. Wu Lan felt panicked when she saw it. Rouge Niang was not an ordinary wine. The person who drank the most alcohol he had ever seen in his life was Zhao Ling. went to bed.The thirteenth prince has a great possibility of breaking the record, but will drinking like this really not hurt the body?

Xiaohua didn't know how special the wine was, so she listened to Zhao Ling and filled him up glass by glass.

"enough."

At the eighth cup, Luo Yi stood up and snatched the glass away.

"Give me back."

The wine glass was thrown to the ground.

"give me back."

"You drank too much." Wu Lan reminded, he looked at Luo Yi, if he wanted to get some hangover tea or something.

Luo Yi lifted Zhao Ling's back collar and said, "Go home."

Wu Lan couldn't say anything more, the table was full of food and didn't move much, he ordered someone to pack it and send it to the Luowang Palace, and asked Xiaohua to follow the shopkeeper to the wine cellar to get a jar of rouge.

Zhao Ling was dragged down the stairs, and suddenly turned over, breaking free from Luo Yi's hand.In his eyes, why are there two Luo Yis, no necks, only heads, floating around.Boring gourd, there are actually two boring gourds, which one is real?He thought about it, this method is good, and can distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

He approached slowly, hugged the left side of the head, and kissed the thin lips on that face fiercely.

Well, the really boring gourd will definitely lose his temper, chase him with a sword, and insist on fighting him if he is so persistent.

There was no movement, and the face on the left did not respond.Fake!The one on the right is true.

"You're sorry for me." Zhao Ling hugged the right side of his face, almost sticking it up, repeating, "Luo Fuxun, you're sorry for me."

The other party was surprised, and in Zhao Ling's eyes, he was serious.

"I'm stupid to believe your nonsense," Zhao Ling pinched his face, "I lost everything because of you."

The other party swallowed.

"You have difficulties, don't you? Do you... tell me..." Zhao Ling's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally fell asleep leaning on the chest of the person in front of him.

"Third brother, he..." Wu Lan half hugged Zhao Ling, really not knowing what to do.He really opened his eyes today, the thirteenth prince kissed Lord Luo, the key point, Lord Luo accepted it willingly.

"It's just drunk, no need to make a fuss."

Luo Yi turned sideways, hugged Zhao Ling horizontally, and quickly went downstairs and got into the carriage.

Xiao Hua waited under the carriage, and also sat on it.Luo Yi said, "You stay."

Xiaohua doesn't leave, Zhao Ling promises her to save her brother, she can't leave.

"You will be able to meet your brother again tonight." Wu Lan pulled the little girl out of the car and said, "Those two are high-ranking people who are not something you can afford. Don't worry, someone has already quietly followed the trafficker. I will save your brother."

Xiaohua seemed to understand but half understood, the carriage was already moving slowly.

In the carriage, Zhao Ling had a sweet dream. In the dream, he was in the Xuanwu Pavilion, competing with Luo Yi. He lost and played around. While Luo Yi was taking a nap, he drew a big gourd on his clothes.His elder brother Zhao Qi was the first to find out, and told Luo Yi that it was Zhao Xiaoqi who did it.Then they skipped class collectively, seven of them ran to the small forest in the back mountain, five of them squatted on the rocks, watched Luo Xiaosan and Zhao Xiaoqi fight, and bet on who would win while watching.

Before the fight was over, the master came, angrily reprimanded them for not learning, and fined them to copy "The Last Emperor's Legacy of Friendship" a thousand times.Others copied while standing, but he and Luo Yi copied while kneeling.

Only Luo Yi was copying stroke by stroke, and the remaining six teenagers sat in a circle around candles, listening to Zhao Ling tell ghost stories.Listen, it's the most intense moment of killing ghosts. They are so concentrated that they don't even know that the door is pushed open. The husband came in angrily with a pointer. That face is more terrifying than the ghosts in the story.

What happened after that... It seems that everyone was beaten, and then happily congratulated each other, finally no need to copy books, it's great.