"Even if you're a beggar, you'll eat a full meal once in a while!" Yuwen Zhengji retorted in a low voice: "For example, they will meet people who are kind and generous, or rich people who spend a lot of money, or like us, they are lucky to find something to satisfy their stomachs." Just yesterday I asked the housekeeper to find an old beggar and reward him with a table of delicacies. Therefore, even beggars must be of many kinds, and we must play the role of lucky beggars from now on. ”

Jiang Jiang felt that his head was about to explode, and the more familiar he was with Yuwen Zhengji, the more he found that this guy's poor mouth was boring.

"Da Lai, why haven't you married yet? You're not too young, are you? Shouldn't you start a family early and continue the incense? Jiang Jiang interrupted Yuwen Zhengji's nagging.

He knew that Yuwen Zhengji was the only son of the Yuwen family, and judging from the reality of the Great Qin State, the men were already married at the age of eighteen, and the Yuwen family had a big business, so he naturally hoped that his son could get married as soon as possible and spread out, so that someone could inherit and take care of the family property.

But she came to Yuwen Mansion for a few days, and she never saw any hostesses here, just maids and mothers-in-law.

Jiang Jiang asked about Yuwen Zhengji's sore spot, why didn't he want to marry a wife and have children? It's just that his marriage never blossomed.

"Oops! This roasted oyster is really fragrant! Yuwen Zhengji changed the topic again: "Is it ready to eat in a while?" ”

Jiang Jiang saw that Yuwen Zhengji was reluctant to answer positively, and she didn't bother to ask any further, after all, a rich person like this should have a very strange temperament.

Looking at Yuwen Zhengji's squirrel, there will definitely be no shortage of places such as song houses and brothels.

"Little Lai, tell me another joke! I haven't heard you tell me a joke in days. Yuwen Zhengji didn't know why, and suddenly felt a little sad, probably because someone mentioned his marriage again.

Alas! Who can know that behind his indulgence, there is a lonely and vicissitudes of life?

"I don't know who you're most afraid of?" Jiang Jiang asked Yuwen Zhengji.

"Well, it should be regarded as the prince of Zhaojing, because I can't do anything about him. And everyone says that I am the richest man in the Great Qin Kingdom, but in fact, my family property is far less than the foundation of the Zhaojing Palace. I made a rough estimate that the money in his hands was worth the combined treasury of several small countries in the Western Regions. Because every time he returned from a war, the booty he obtained, or the amount of compensation agreed with other countries, in the end, the emperor would give him almost half of it, and although he usually rewarded him, although he divided his soldiers a lot, the rest was still very considerable. And although that guy's appearance is not the same type as me, I have to admit that he does not look worse than me at all. Yuwen Zhengji said a little depressed.

"Well, I see, this is indeed a very hateful guy!" Jiang Jiang nodded in satisfaction.

What she is looking for is such a person, because Yuwen Zhengji is too high-quality in all aspects, so he is empty-eyed. Only by finding such a person who makes him feel awe-inspiring and using it can he get double the happiness.

"Then I'll tell you a joke about Prince Zhaojing," Jiang Jiang rubbed his hands and began to brew: "You listen well." ”

"It is said that once upon a time there was a man named Shen Tuwen, who went down to the field with his father one day to farm." Jiang Jiang preached slowly.

"Impossible, how could Shen Tuwen go farming? Besides, it is even more impossible that his father took him to farm with him," Yuwen Zhengji interrupted Jiang Jiang's narration: "How can the emperor take the prince to hoe the land together, you are talking nonsense." ”

"What's the nonsense? The story was made up! Besides, the world is so big, there are no surprises, and the Shen Tuwen in the story I told is a farmer! Jiang Jiang argued: "If you don't like to listen to me, I won't talk about it." ”

"Don't, I love to listen, you can tell it!" Yuwen Zhengji hurriedly curried favor with Jiang Jiang, and besides, he really wanted to know what happened to this farmer named Shen Tuwen.

Shen Tuwen and his father went down to the field to hoe the field, his father took a big hoe, he took a small hoe, at this time there was a burst of firecrackers from the village, it turned out to be Su Shenyuan from the same village to marry today.

Shen Tuwen and Su Shenyuan are the same age, and they are just twenty years old this year, so he hinted at his father and said: Dad, I am also twenty years old this year. His father looked back and said, "Okay, I'll change you with a big hoe tomorrow." ”

"Poof-ha!" Yuwen Zhengji couldn't help laughing, because although Jiang Jiang told him that this was just a farmer with the same name as Shen Tu Wen, he still couldn't help but change the face of Shen Tu Wen to the people in the story.

As soon as he thought of the deflated look of Prince Zhaojing, who had become a peasant, Yuwen Zhengji felt extremely funny, not to mention that Shen Tuwen's marriage had not been smooth, so he felt even more funny.

"Hey, this story is funny, tell me another one." Yuwen Zhengji laughed enough, and said to Jiang Jiang again.

At this time, the oysters had been roasted, and Yuwen Zhengji was eating delicious oysters while listening to Jiang Jiang's jokes about Shen Tuwen.

After telling a few jokes, Jiang Jiang saw that Yuwen Zhengji was almost smiling, so he said mysteriously: "Da Lai, have you ever heard a ghost story?" ”

"Ghost stories? I haven't heard of it," Yuwen Zhengji shook his head and said: "If you are a monster and a god, the imperial court is forbidden. ”

"In that case, I have to tell you more," Jiang Jiang is best at telling ghost stories: "I'll tell you a story about a scholar who meets a ghost on his way home at night." ”

"Yan ghost," Yuwen Zhengji said very fascinated when he heard it: "Since this is the case, it doesn't hurt to listen to it." ”

So Jiang Jiang told the "Painted Skin" in Liao Zhai's Strange Tales vividly:

“…… Wang Sheng's wife looked in through the window, and saw a demon with a blue face and fangs, and eyes like two red lanterns, standing in front of the windowsill, holding a pen in his hand, and carefully delineating the human skin spread on the dressing table, and after painting, he picked up the human skin and put it on himself like a garment, and stretched out his hand to pull it and pull it ...... the inappropriate places."

Yuwen Zhengji trembled when he heard this, but he wanted to know what was going on.

“…… The ghost also said angrily outside the door, "Do you think you can stop me with this?!" After saying that, I heard a click, and a flash of lightning rushed into the house, and Wang Sheng's wife saw a monster with a blue face and fangs pulling out her husband's heart with its sharp claws! Look at Wang Sheng again, he has already broken a big hole in his chest and abdomen and died in bed......"

Just as Jiang Jiang was talking about the most terrifying place, a rumbling thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.