He said that he would wait for the bath, and when the water was about to cool, Gu Zheng didn't see his wife come to the clean room, so he reluctantly became a one-armed hero, washed hastily with one hand, dried his body with a cloth towel, and went out in his coat. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Xiaohe was sitting on the chair in the bedroom, holding her cheeks with her hands in a daze, just now, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten a key thing, after the first few intercourse, she didn't drink the soup of the child, but it shouldn't be so accurate, right?

She is just about to reach the end of her life, she is only fifteen years old, her body has not yet opened, and now she is pregnant and has a child, it is too early, and she is still a child, and she can't imagine the days when there will be a little baby in the family.

Husband Gu Zheng is very careful, but he has no experience in women's affairs, and he doesn't understand, so it's useless to talk to him, and it was at this time that Mo Xiaohe found out that he seemed to be very lonely and didn't have any friends.

In the past, in Mojia Village, the predecessor was too arrogant and looked down on the girls in the village, after she crossed over, she was afraid that she would expose her stuffing, and she never communicated with anyone, and the only peers who were familiar with her were cousin Mo Daya and cousin Li Xiu.

The Mo family is not prosperous, and women who are about the same age as her are basically married.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Zheng keenly sensed that his lady was depressed, he poured a cup of tea, gently pushed it in front of her, and asked in a deep voice.

"Oh, husband, why did you come out?"

Mo Xiaohe suddenly jumped up, waking up like a dream, and suddenly remembered that she had made an excuse to come out to get the fragrance!

Gu Zheng was silent, the water would be cold if he didn't come out again, he thought that his wife was shy, so he hid, who would have thought that she would forget to help him wipe his back.

"Why don't I go get some water again?"

Mo Xiaohe touched his nose embarrassedly, and was about to get up and walk out, but was stopped by Gu Zheng.

It's already dark outside the window, you can't see your fingers, the small courtyard is quiet, there are dim lanterns hanging on the trees, casting a dark light and shadow on the ground, the courtyard wall is crawling around the flowers, take a deep breath, and the entrance is the refreshing fragrance of flowers.

Gu Zheng stood at the door for a while, then suddenly turned his head and asked his wife, "Do you want to go out for a walk?" ”

"What's so good-looking, the courtyards of big families, rockeries and flowing water, are basically the same."

Mo Xiaohe shook her head, in fact, since she came into contact with those pickled things in the Gu family, there are shadows, there are so many people in the Mo family, even if it is a clear stream, how clean can it be? Every night is a good time to cover up your sins. "No, I mean, take you out for a walk."

Because of his early years, Gu Zheng has been to Kyoto a few times, and he is quite familiar, but his own lady came for the first time, and he knew that he had a turn around the north of the city during the day, but he couldn't enjoy it.

Kyoto is free of curfew on the fifteenth and twentieth of every month, and Changheibo is the most lively place in Kyoto, where local people and merchants from other places go there to have fun.

"I missed the fifteenth, and today is the twentieth of May."

There are three religions and nine streams in Changheibo, gambling, cockfighting, and a variety of small stalls, which is a major feature of Kyoto.

"Go, I'll go!"

When Mo Xiaohe heard this, he quickly became interested, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

A good night, wasted in bed, might as well go out and take a look.

In someone else's territory, she didn't sleep comfortably enough, and even had to worry about being laughed at if her voice was too loud, so she wanted to end her trip to Kyoto as soon as possible and return to the village, where she didn't have the comfortable feeling of being in the mountains every day.

After a simple tidying up, Gu Zheng took out a horse from the stable, and the two of them rode for half an hour.

The evening breeze was gentle, Mo Xiaohe leaned on Gu Zheng's arms, watching the flowers.

Because there is no curfew, many street shops have not yet closed, and the restaurants and taverns are overcrowded.

The people closed the courtyard door, the figures on the Goryeo paper shook, and occasionally the crying of the little baby and a few dog barks were heard.

"Sit tight and don't move."

Gu Zheng always felt that his body was itchy, and when he lowered his head, he saw a soft little hand unconsciously groping on his chest, and it was trending downward......

He straightened Mo Xiaohe's posture, gently brushed the broken hair from her ear, and pointed to the long bridge not far away, "Rest there for a while." ”

The bridge deck is very high, and there are steps around it, Gu Zheng took his lady off the horse and pulled her hand to the steps.

Every year on Tanabata, the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet, the bridge is overcrowded, and people like to put krathongs underneath to pray and make wishes, and this side has a good view, in addition to the lake below, you can also look at the Grand Canal in Kyoto not far away.

"Husband, it's so beautiful here!"

Mo Xiaohe felt that it was too general to say that beauty was too general, to be precise, the waves were magnificent, the Grand Canal was like a long dragon, and every distance on both banks, there was a torch illumination, meandering, from a distance, the torch reflected the river, glowing with the light of the stars.

There are boats on the river, with red lanterns hanging from their bows, sailing at night, moving slowly. This kind of scenery can only be seen in Kyoto in Otsu.

Mo Xiaohe raised her hands up, faced the wind, closed her eyes, and the next moment it seemed as if she was about to fly, her sleeves and hair danced in the wind, and the lake below was full of the fragrance of lotus flowers.

"Lady, over there is the castle wall of Kyoto."

Gu Zheng tightened his neckline for his wife, pointed in another direction, the light on the city wall was like daylight, and the soldiers patrolling could be faintly seen.

The moonlight shrouded the earth silently, in the quiet, the moon in the distance was covered with a light veil by the thin clouds, Mo Xiaohe saw that there was no one around, stood on tiptoe, and quickly imprinted a kiss on Gu Zheng's cheek, secretly happy in her heart, this is her little romance.

"Let's go, now go to Changping Fang, it's the time to be lively."

Gu Zheng's dark eyes were so deep that they were shining, and there was a doting color in the depths of his eyes, he hugged Mo Xiaohe on the horse, and then turned over neatly, and the two rode together, continuing to run wild in the middle of the night.

In a good mood, Mo Xiaohe hummed the tune of his hometown, "Spring is coming to the green window, the big girl embroiders mandarin ducks under the window, and suddenly there is a ruthless stick, and the mandarin ducks are ......."

This "Song of the Four Seasons" has become a well-known song in Dayue, and it is said that it is the words of the butterfly class for the new play.

After singing this lyric, Mo Xiaohe felt awkward again, because she thought of the city lord's concubine Que'er, who had died tragically.

Running all the way, the husband and wife soon arrived at Changping Fang, and before they crossed the street, they were already crowded, and the cries were endless. The shops on both sides of the road are next to each other, brightly lit, and in the inn, there are tenants who open their windows and watch the excitement happily.

found an old man watching horses nearby and gave ten copper plates, Mo Xiaohe couldn't wait to pull Gu Zheng and squeeze into a crowded place.

Many years ago, Changping Fang was a chaotic place, there were gambling halls soliciting customers at night, and there were some flower girls standing on the street of secret prostitution houses, and women basically did not come here. Later, it was renovated and became a pastime for the people of Kyoto at night, and it was gradually accepted by the people of all ages, as they could always find their own fun.

At this point, Mo Xiaohe can be regarded as an eye-opener, in a crowded place, there are also flying knife performances, chest crushing boulders, swallowing fire, all kinds of strange, different from modern acrobatics, without any special effects.

A big man with a * body, first asked the surrounding onlookers to move stones, and some people volunteered, a big stone, an adult strong man, also had to grin and move.

The big man who performed, the arm muscles were bulging, like Tarzan of the apes, and then grabbed it and threw it on his chest, Mo Xiaohe couldn't see what was going on at all, only to see the boulder shatter in response to the sound and fly everywhere.

"Good!"

The surrounding people cheered very loudly, and threw copper plates into the bowl, and even Mo Xiaohe, who was slamming the door and loving money, also grabbed a handful and put it in.

After a trip, I found that there were so many folk masters, and the monkey took the monkey around, or they all said that the monkey spirit monkey spirit, the monkey stood on the monkey man's head and watched, and felt that Mo Xiaohe was dressed well, so he took the initiative to jump on her shoulder, make a flattering action, and blink with big eyes to sell cuteness.

"Hehe, this little lady, she wants to eat the crispy pastries over there."

The monkey man smiled, cheekily begging, his own monkey is male, he likes beauty the most, and often puts his paws on the breasts of other people's big girls and little daughters-in-law, but he has never been beaten and scolded, he is really merry and happy.

"Husband, look at the monkey, it's quite human."

It's just a shortbread, five cents a piece, buy it!

Mo Xiaohe didn't notice it at all, the monkey's paws were slapping her chest, looking at its furry eyes, clever and weird, she couldn't like it.

Gu Zheng wanted to take over the monkey, but the monkey grimaced in disgust, turned his head, and faced Mo Xiaohe, with a flattering posture. In the end, he succeeded in swindling her out of twenty cents and four shortbreads.

Along the way, Mo Xiaohe walked with the monkey trickster, and after receiving something, the monkey began to look for the next target, picking a young woman with a beautiful face, and it was basically a routine, jumping on the body, intimacy, selling cuteness, Mo Xiaohe looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt a little deceived.

"Shortbread, do you want to eat it?"

Gu Zheng pointed to the stalls around him, the shortbread is a unique feature of Changpingfang, and the price is relatively expensive, because it contains a filling made of chicken and green onions, and when you bite into it, the aroma is overflowing.

"No, that's what monkeys eat!"

Mo Xiaohe turned her head arrogantly, and couldn't help swallowing her saliva, the shortbread outside was layered, as if it was delicious.

Gu Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, bought two shortbreads, and held them in his hands.

"What are you buying this for?"

Mo Xiaohe couldn't help it, she wanted to eat, but she wouldn't say it!

"Hey the monkeys!" Gu Zheng said it as a matter of course, so angry that Mo Xiaohe jumped to his feet, "You dare to say that I am a monkey!" ”

"Lady, this is your own seat."

After being with Mo Xiaohe for a long time, Gu Zheng found that his clumsy tongue was indeed at a loss, and occasionally teased her, looking at the vivid appearance of her joy, anger and sorrow on her face now, he had an unknown sense of satisfaction.

Mo Xiaohe snatched the shortbread, took a bite, and handed it to Gu Zheng, husband and wife, you take a bite, I take a bite, and share the food as if no one was around.

"This little lady, don't you make a set of dolls with your husband?"

The people who set up the stall were soliciting business, seeing that Mo Xiaohe was dressed well, and he looked like he had just gotten married, so he hurriedly beckoned.

His stall was preceded by a variety of uncolored porcelain dolls, all of which came in pairs and could be colored and engraved, implying a hundred years of good union and the hand of the son.

Old husbands and wives, life is dull, all they care about is firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, how can anyone be interested in gadgets that can't be eaten and drunk.

"You can draw a portrait according to your face, and then engrave it."

Seeing that Mo Xiaohe was interested, the stall owner introduced it with spit flying, boasting about how effective his things were, and this was the only one in the capital.

People who do business, how can they not be shrewd, it just so happens that Mo Xiaohe has always wanted to bring back some souvenirs in Kyoto, if it is a porcelain doll painted by her and Gu Zheng, it happens to be placed at home, and it should also be added as an ornamental object, which has practical value.

"Then you two go and sit in the back."

In front of the surging crowd, the husband and wife sat in the back, watching people come and go, and the little babies rode on the necks of adults, holding snacks in their hands, and watched the excitement with great interest.

"Listening to the accents of the two, it doesn't seem to be locals."

Kyoto is the richest place in Otsu, and it is also a place with a large floating population, such as stall owners, who come from the south to earn a living. "Well, it's from Dawu."

Mo Xiaohe lowered her head and saw that the stall owner was mixing water with paint, and her hands suddenly itched, "The stall owner, how about letting me paint?" You are only responsible for roasting, and the money is still the same, and we will not give less. ”

It is more meaningful to draw it yourself than to do it yourself.

"The little lady also knows how to draw?"

Painting on porcelain dolls, the skills required are relatively strong, he is afraid that in the end Mo Xiaohe will destroy the doll, not give silver, say it in advance.

Gu Zheng nodded in agreement, and the husband and wife painted each other's portraits.

"Understood."

Mo Xiaohe was very modest, she took the paintbrush and began to carefully carve the face of the porcelain doll, the scars on Gu Zheng's face were all restored, she didn't beautify it, because this is the real him.

To her surprise, Gu Zheng wrote quickly, and soon drew a Mo Xiaohe with a bright smile, which was the same as her.

"Husband, I don't know, you can also paint."

Mo Xiaohe stopped the paintbrush in his hand, she was very happy, her husband is a huge treasure, she has the knowledge that makes her eldest brother Mo Huaiyuan envious, she can paint, hunt the most, and roast chickens, what else will he not do?