Babel's mind couldn't be guessed, and she didn't plan to guess, these people were too thoughtful, and she still didn't want to waste this poor brain cell on it.

The first month has passed, and the bamboo basket still hasn't seen any movement from Babel, whether this concubine's birthday banquet will be opened or not? It's just that I forgot to ask Concubine Liang's birthday at the beginning, and now I'm embarrassed to ask others, and I don't have a look forward to the day, Zhu Zhen feels a little difficult.

On this day, Babel took the bamboo basket out and stopped at the gate of a courtyard.

"This is my courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing, and I sometimes come here to rest." Babel entered the gate of the courtyard and said with the bamboo basket.

The bamboo basket followed Babel in, and he didn't know why Babel brought himself here.

Sitting down in the front hall, a few small servants came in with a bunch of things, and the bamboo basket didn't look at it much. When the things were settled, the capable old woman who had just welcomed them in stepped forward and said, "Master, this is the filial piety of the minions, and it is a little thinner, and it is not a respect." ”

Babel waved his hand casually and said, "Why bother everyone, I just want to be quiet, let them go by themselves." ”

Everyone said yes and retreated, but the old woman did not leave, and said, "What do you want to eat today, the old slave will prepare for you." ”

Babel smiled lightly: "It's still the same as before, cook more bowls of noodles, and mix some vinegar and spicy seeds in it." Then he turned to Zhu Zhen and said, "The stewed fish head made by Mother Wu is very delicious!" ”

Zhu Zhen nodded. Mother Wu's face turned into a flower, and she thought to herself, although this girl is not as pretty as Miss Yun, she can ask Ye to bring it here, regardless of anything else, but look at the joy in the eyes of Ye Ye who has not seen her for a long time, this girl is the benefactor of the mansion. Mother Wu smiled and said: "Ye praises, if you like to eat, the old slave will prepare." Then he bowed and withdrew.

"Sit down." Eight Baylor Road.

Zhu Zhen found the chair closest to him and sat down, and said, "Come here, just to eat?" ”

"Yes, not all." Babel casually took the teacup on the table and looked at it, then suddenly got up and said, "Let's go, take you to another place." ”

Zhu Zhen said "um" and followed him out of the front hall.

Babel walked to the gate of a claustrophobic courtyard with the bamboo basket, and he pushed the door in. As soon as he entered, the bamboo basket was shocked by the boundless sea of flowers. This is really a sea of fragrant snow, as far as the eye can see, are the plum blossoms that bloom lively, suddenly red, suddenly white, suddenly pink, the plum blossoms that can be counted in color, are all here. One after another, deep and shallow, up and down.

I thought this was just a small courtyard, if it wasn't for Babel to bring it to the backyard, Zhu Ji would never have thought that there was a special style hidden here.

"Do you like it?" Babel's voice sounded faintly.

Nodding, the bamboo basket was still intoxicated with the illusion of this sea of flowers, and refused to wake up for a long time.

Babel gently took her hand and walked forward, and the bamboo basket did not struggle, and he walked into the depths of Merlin. The winding path leads to the secluded, and at the end of that section of the path, there is a low table carved in ashlar, and there are several square stone piers around it.

He asked him to sit for a while, and Babel did not know where he had gone, and when he came back, he had a small jar of wine and two wine glasses in his hand. Seeing that Babel was about to open the seal on the altar, the bamboo basket hurriedly said, "Slave and maid come." Then he opened the seal and poured a cup out.

"Your cup is full, too." Seeing that the bamboo basket stopped, Babel said loudly.

"Yes." The clear juice flows into the white porcelain wine glass, which is quite pleasant to the ear.

"Taste it." Eight Baylor Road.

The bamboo basket took a small sip, and sure enough: "It's a plum blossom brewed with freshly opened dancing cinnabar." ”

Hearing this, Babeiler raised his eyebrows and said: "I just wanted you to be like this, not like a Manchurian woman, but like a woman from the Han family, but unexpectedly, you can also call this wine famous?" ”

Zhu Zhen secretly said that he had forgotten his form, and hurriedly said: "The slave and maid just happened to taste it, if the master took other drinks to test the slave and maid, the slave and maid would not know." ”

Babel didn't continue the topic and asked, "How much can you drink?" ”

"Three cups of foot make the slave dizzy." A fool said he could drink it! What should I do if I get drunk?

"I praised you, so I lost my interest, so I just had a drink with me." Babel shook his head.

"Would you like someone else to have a drink or two with you?" Zhu Zhen asked, the contents of this cup are easy to cause trouble and make mistakes, can you drink it or not.

Babel waved his hand, and a glass of wine was already in his stomach. Seeing Babel staring at his wine cup, Zhu Ji picked it up and took a sip. Babel didn't persuade Zhu Zhen to drink again, but he drank a lot. Although Zhu Ji didn't know how much Eight Belle drank, he had seen the amount of the Thirteenth Elder Brother, and Eight Belle was so unscrupulous one cup after another, so he wouldn't be far behind if he wanted to come to Babel.

Seeing that Babel's face was flushed and his eyes were drunk, the bamboo basket still didn't stop it. If it were someone else, I would have persuaded Babel to drink two cups less, but Zhu Beile had his own ideas, Babel was the master, and the master was happy, so she didn't want to touch any mold as a slave, so why bother? If you don't have a good intention, you will be scolded.

The bamboo basket will occasionally take a sip and make it for Babel to see, but most of the time, it is looking at Merlin, and when the wind is blowing, it is the fall of the Ying, if it is not Babel in front of him, but him, how good it would be. The most beautiful novel picture is clichéd, but she likes it. Or the thirteenth elder brother dancing the sword or playing the flute, that is also a pleasing thing to the eye.

"What are you thinking?" Babel's hoarse voice sounded, interrupting Zhu Zhen's thoughts.

"I wasn't thinking about anything, I just thought Merlin was beautiful." Zhu Zhen retracted his thoughts and said.

"Would you like to play a tune for me?" Eight Baylor Road.

It's playing the piano again! Zhu Zhen frowned inadvertently, wouldn't Concubine Liang and Babel, the mother and son, let others do something else? For no reason, she was sullen, and it instantly accumulated into anger, which made her a little unable to suppress her temper. The tone was still respectful, and Zhu Zhen said: "The master made fun of the slave maid, and the former grandfather also said that the slave and maid are lazy, and they can't play the piano well, so I'm afraid that this scene will be ruined in vain." ”

"I want to hear it." Babel's tone was light, but there was no doubt, Zhu Zhen was stunned for a while, feeling that in that tone, there seemed to be a little annoyance, a little annoyance, a little coldness, and a little domineering, even if he was forced to the lowest. She suddenly became a little sober, if it was casually said that Concubine Liang ordered her to play the piano that day, then Babel mentioned this matter again today, and the ninth elder brother that day...... Where could such a coincidence occur? It's just that her temper has come up, but she is very reluctant to give in, she can play the piano, but she likes to play the piano, and she is ordered by others to play, what is the difference between her and the people who sing in the teahouse?

"If you want to take a drink or two cups of pleasure with this good scenery, in front of the person who can play and sing, the slave will go and invite the master." The bamboo hoop pressed the fireway.

"Why are you so reluctant to play and sing with me?" Babel said softly, then drank the wine in the glass, put the wine glass down heavily, he suddenly turned to the bamboo basket, his eyes were red, and his eyes were sharp, "You have repeatedly refused to play music for Eniang and me, do you think we are not worthy?!" ”

Zhu Zhu didn't start, stalked his neck, and said: "The slave and maid don't dare, it's true that the slave and maid are not good at the piano." "Do these royals like to impose their will on others so much? You must follow his wishes, and the slightest resistance will not work? She's not a doll.

"What a piano artist!" Babel was no longer the gentle appearance of his usual life, and his face was a little frightening under the influence of alcohol.

Zhu Zhen pursed his lips and glared at Babel, looking at him so drunk that he didn't remember anything he said, otherwise how could he be so out of shape? In the end, Zhu Ji thought that he was unlucky, got up randomly, and wanted to help Ba Belle, and said: "Eighth master, you are drunk, the slave and maid help you back to the room to rest." ”

How did he know that Babel actually grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, and the scorching smell of wine hit the bamboo basket neck, only to hear Babel say: "What are you doing hiding like this?" As far as I know, you'll be more than that. invited such a good master to teach himself to play the piano and blow the flute, isn't it to enter the palace? Wouldn't it be a waste if you don't show it? Or am I not 'qualified' for you to use it? ”

The bamboo basket was completely annoyed. She didn't know what the deity of this body thought, but it was her in this body at the moment, and she couldn't swallow such humiliating words from Babel.

The bamboo basket shook Babel's hand, but he couldn't shake it off, and he struggled to stand up, but he couldn't get up. Babel looked at the bamboo basket tossing like this, and smiled more and more proudly, spoiled?

Zhu Zhen calmed down in anger, and said, "Why do you want to make fun of the slave? Instrumental music is just a thing that can be learned by time and effort, so what is there to be proud of knowing a few things? Slaves and maids learn it only for their own use, not to use it as a bargaining chip, nor to please anyone. If that's the case, it's better not to have these ones, but to be more idle. ”

Fang Cai's bamboo basket was in a rage, and her originally plain face suddenly burned with a kind of brilliance, and at this moment, she suddenly became careless again. Babeile felt like he was looking at a blooming peony, little by little, blooming Qionghua in front of his eyes, that brilliance, burning people's eyes hurt, when every petal really unfolded, she converged the light, but it was "faint and the beginning of the flower is more colorful", until this time, people can't help but be impressed, worthy of the "true national color" of the famous capital.

Babel's eyes were still red, but the heat gradually receded, and he opened his hand lightly and put the bamboo basket up. Zhu Zhen rubbed his wrist, and was about to raise his head to refute him again, but he found that the Babel in front of him had returned to his former appearance, and only those red eyes reminded Zhu Zhen that it was not a dream just now.

"Let's go, Wu Ma's fish head is already stewed." Babel pulled on the wrist of the bamboo basket, and the pain in the wrist made the bamboo basket's hand tremble.

Babel pulled the bamboo basket all the way and walked slowly, rubbing the wrist of the bamboo basket in his hand, and the strength was just right. Zhu Zhen didn't have the heart to argue with Babel anymore, so he let him rub his wrist for him and went all the way to the front yard.

Babel is right, Wu Ma's fish head is really speechless, a pot of soup, Babel only added one bowl, and the rest are called bamboo baskets to "clean". Until she left, Zhu Zhen couldn't stop praising her craftsmanship with Wu's mother, and she coaxed Wu's mother to laugh all the way.

Sitting in the carriage, the bamboo basket was still unsatisfied, she now understood a little, why did Babel come here just to have a meal, there is such a good fish soup waiting, who can stand the temptation?

"Like it?" Babel looked at the undisguised aftertaste on Zhu Zhen's face and said.

"Well, Mother Wu's craftsmanship is really good, if there is a chance, the slave maid will definitely ask her old man for advice." For that unhappy and somewhat inexplicable episode, Zhu Ji selectively filtered out.

"If you want to eat often, you don't have to learn it yourself, let Mother Wu serve you." Eight Baylor Road.

"Master, you bother, it's enough for the slave to be accompanied by Wutong and Qiuling now, not to mention that the slave and maid will return to the palace soon, why bother Mother Wu?" Zhu Ji declined Babel's kindness, after all, in order to drink fish soup, he had to let the old people rush over, and Zhu Ji was a little reluctant to go.

When the words came to his mouth, he asked Babel to swallow it back, and in today's situation, it was really not suitable to mention this matter to her again, no matter what, there was still time.