"Whew, whew, whew."

On the side of the road, Ying Chengjiao was sitting on the bluestone on the side of the road, panting heavily. He is accustomed to a life of glory and wealth, and he has walked many mountain roads for a while, and his body has reached the limit.

Compared with the vigorous riding of a high-headed horse when he came, he was really downcast to the extreme.

Xianyang City, on the palace of Chang'an Jun

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, ahhhhhh

In a quiet courtyard, this indescribable voice was heard.

In the house, on the ground, there was a mess of robes, underwear, shoes, belly pockets, etc. It was about the clothes of a man and a woman, but the women's clothes were all fine brocades, and the men's clothes were coarse linen robes. This matter is not simple.

"Wrongdoer, you are also bold, and you dare to touch it in broad daylight." I saw that on the delicate show bed, a woman who was twenty-eight years old was laughing and scolding a little girl.

This woman is the concubine that Ying Chengjiao has recently accepted, and she was originally a famous actor in a drama troupe in Xianyang City. Although Ying Chengjiao is not young, he is a demon in color. When I was watching the play, I fell in love with someone, and I did it on the stage.

But it's not open, but fortunately, the old winner's people still have some sense of responsibility. There is no play in vain, no, a few days ago, people were included in the room, and it was also given a name.

In this matter, it is also your and my willingness. The twenty-eight-year-old drama married a middle-aged idle royal family, and it was barely a good match.

Isn't there a saying that says it in the future? As long as the man mixes well, the wife is looking for it in the kindergarten.

As for this little guy, he did some errands for Win Chengjiao on weekdays, and when he stayed by Win Chengjiao's side all day, he didn't show any special skills.

No, as soon as Ying Chengjiao left, he revealed his two specialties to Ying Chengjiao's concubine. One specialty is boldness, and one specialty is a specialty.

"It's okay, Win Chengjiao, this guy doesn't know the height of the sky, and he actually went to find trouble with Rong Luhou. Relying on the status of a royal family, I really want to go to heaven. The little guy said disdainfully, Li Chen is a man of the year in Xianyang City, and he is more than a win in the limelight compared to winning Chengjiao.

"I see, you don't know the height of the sky, and you dare to touch my house. I don't know if I can win Chengjiao or not, I don't want to go to heaven. Qianqianyu, who won into Jiao's concubine, pointed at the little girl's chest and said coquettishly.

"God, I just want to go to God. Come, send me to heaven. The little guy roared angrily and pounced.

This is really dry wood meets fire, and famine meets grain. Thinking about it, the fire of Chengjiao is not burning fiercely on weekdays, and this new lady and this new furnace are still the first time to encounter the flames. Good one, burned by fire.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak."

The bed let out an unwilling roar, apparently bearing an unspeakable burden.

In the courtyard, a girl with a double ringed bun, beautiful eyebrows, a moonlit pleated dress, and a naughty and clever girl with her eyes revealed, was walking in the courtyard with a food box.

The lunch box looks very heavy, and the maid is a little stumbling with the food box.

"Somehow, the new lady fell ill just a few days after entering the house. I haven't been out of the room for three days, but the new lady's meal is really large, and she has to fill a box of meals all day. The little maid carried the food box and muttered.

"Tread, step, step, step."

"Ahhh

The little maid heard the sound from the yard, and couldn't help but stop and listen quietly.

"What a sound, it must be whose cat ran high."

"From Madame's room, the new lady is really caring, and she actually secretly keeps a cat, no wonder she wants so many meals all day long."

The little maid is still a chick, and she really can't hear what it is. (PS: The author doesn't know what kind of sound this is, he listened to a friend.) ）

"Dead ghost, don't move. Xiao Cui came to deliver food, ah, what are you doing, let you stop moving. Looking for death, don't move, ah, what. The woman on the bed slapped the man on her body.

"Knock, knock."

"Madame, the meal is here." Cui knocked on the door and shouted.

"Put, put, ah, let it out of the door, I'm not feeling well." The people in the room shouted out of breath.

"Madam, it's okay, do you want to find a doctor to take a look." Xiao Cui said with concern.

"It's okay, you go first, ah, I'll just lie down for a while."

There was a voice from inside the room.

"Phew, I'm finally back." In front of Chang'an Mansion, Ying Chengjiao looked at the familiar gate, feeling like he had escaped death.

"Beggar from there, look at what, get out of the way."

The porter stared at the ragged man in front of him, looking a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Smack."

"Smack."

"Smack."

"Blind your dog's eyes, see who I am." Win Chengjiao's backhand was three slaps, and then he pulled off his long hair, revealed his face, and scolded the porter.

"Oh, sir, what's wrong with you." The porter looked at the down-and-out Chang Anjun in front of him, and he couldn't care about the pain on his face.

"Don't talk nonsense, I want to take a bath and eat." Ying Chengjiao smelled the smell that he hated on his body, the smell of blood, the smell of sweat, the smell of feces and urine, and all kinds of smells were mixed together.

Half an hour later, Ying Chengjiao took a beautiful hot bath and changed into a clean brocade robe.

"Why is the rice cold, why is there no soup in the pot." In the hall, Ying Chengjiao shouted as he looked at the food in front of him.

"Master, the chef went out to buy, and there is only the leftover food at noon, otherwise you should be particular about eating." Xiao Cui shrugged her head and said fearfully.

"Forget it, forget it, just eat it." Ying Chengjiao was really hungry, and he couldn't care about so much, so he immediately devoured it.

After a gust of wind and clouds, the dishes and bowls on the table were licked clean, as if they had been licked by something.

"Where's the new lady?" is the so-called full of warm thoughts, Ying Chengjiao will be full, and he is about to vent the anger in his heart.

"Madame seems to be sick and unwell." Xiaocui said.

In Chang'an Mansion, it is still in that quiet small courtyard. When the little guy heard that Ying Chengjiao was back, he hurriedly shivered a few times, quickly got dressed and slipped out.

Although he is still not happy, he can still distinguish the saturation and fullness of the meal, and he is caught in this matter, but he is really sure to die.

The new lady in the house quickly cleaned up the mess, opened the window to let out the smell, and hurriedly lay down on the bed and pretended to be sick after all this.

"Xiu'er, Xiaocui said you were sick, it's okay." Ying Chengjiao sat on the embroidery bed, and groped his hand into the quilt.

"Hey, why is it hot, so wet." Ying Chengjiao seemed to have touched something, his hands were sticky, and he asked suspiciously.

"People are sick, covered and sweating." Mrs. Xiu'er seemed to be afraid of being discovered something, so she hurriedly kissed her.

Next, Ying Chengjiao began the arduous task of contributing to the population of Daqin. After all, the tuba has been deleted, and you have to hurry up and practice a trumpet.