Chapter 85: The Taste of Changle on

Chapter 85: The Taste of Changle on

Ma Liu is the son of Ma Liuniang, the big kitchen in the prince's mansion, who has been brave and aggressive since he was a child, has practiced kung fu, and is the eldest grandson of the emperor, Zhu Zhanji, in the mansion.

Ma Liu has nothing else to do, he likes to have small noodles and drink two cups. The place where he often goes to eat noodles and drink wine is Chen Ji Noodle Restaurant in Bad Fang Lane.

Chen Ji's spicy cold noodles, the soup is a big bone broth, the noodles are silver silk noodles, put enough broken rice sprouts, Sichuan pepper, chili oil, soaked in the bone broth of the silver silk noodles with well water and ice, add enough ingredients to put in the sea bowl, just look at it and feel like drooling, eat a bowl of such fragrant spicy and spicy cold noodles in the summer night, it is a great enjoyment of the people in the nearby mansions, and then tired on an errand during the day, a bowl of noodles goes down, delicious and hungry, and the heart is a lot happy.

What's more, Chen Ji Noodle Restaurant can also drink, the wine is Chen Ji's self-brewed "Changle", the fragrance is abnormal, the aftertaste is full, and it is most suitable for getting drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows.

Ma Liu's worry is that he likes a girl and can't open his mouth.

The girl is a good girl, with skin as white as the moon, eyebrows and eyes as bright as stars, a waist as thin as a willow, and a temperament as cold as ice.

He didn't dare to speak, but he couldn't control himself, so he had to get drunk.

Coming out of Chen Ji Noodle Restaurant, he had already drunk a jar of "Changle" and wanted to drink it, but the fat Boss Chen refused to sell it anymore, and looked at him gloomily, like Ma Liuniang's eyes when he looked at him, hating the eyes of iron but not steel.

Ma Liu is very depressed, how can a small owner of a noodle restaurant have eyes like a woman? Moreover, this woman is still his mother, so he had to settle the bill and leave.

Walking on the way back to the Prince's Mansion in Bad Fang Lane, the road was pitch black, and there was not even a single ghost in sight.

The stamina of "Changle" came up, Ma Liu was a little dizzy, humming bits and pieces of music in his mouth.

When I touched it, I touched it, and on the top of the eldest sister's head, a green silk was dyed like ink, as if the dark clouds covered the sky. Ouch, it's like a dark cloud covering the sky.

Second touch, touch, the eldest sister's eyebrows, the second eyebrows are bent and bent, as if the moon is less than half of it. Ouch, it seems that the moon is half less.

Ma Liu thought more and more about that girl, she also had green silk as black as ink, and eyebrows and eyes like a crescent moon.

As if knowing what he was thinking, a figure suddenly sprang out from the side of the road in the darkness and quickly approached him.

Ma Liu was still humming his little song, unaware of the people approaching him, but his stumbling steps were blocked by an umbrella, and he couldn't see the people behind the umbrella clearly, but he could smell the smell.

The taste of wine, the taste of rouge, the taste of déjà vu.

The person under the umbrella lifted the umbrella slightly, and he could vaguely see Hao's wrist shining in the dark night, and asked him gently: "Have you just drunk "Changle"?" ”

It's a girl, and her voice is as gentle as spring water.

Ma Liu raised his head in amazement, as if he didn't understand the other party's question.

"Chen Ji's 'Changle'?"

Ma Liu heard it clearly this time, he showed an almost idiotic smirk, grabbed the umbrella handle, and his hand almost touched the hand of the girl who asked him, a little cold.

He chattered, "Drink, a jar." Hiccup, the guy next to me, Hiccup, drank two jars. There are also people who drink more, and there are people who don't drink as well as me. Hiccup, anyway, today's 'Changle' is particularly delicious......"

The girl seemed to be more satisfied with his answer, and nodded. Raise your umbrella and walk past him. Going their separate ways.

Ma Liu felt something stabbing him in the back of the neck, he threw himself on the ground, yawned and closed his eyes, and fell into a quiet, sweet dream.

In the dream, the girl he liked smiled sweetly at him, caressed him, and hummed the song he didn't finish.

Three touches, touches, the eldest sister's eyes are above, two autumn waves on both sides, like grapes. Ouch, like grapes.

When he woke up the next day, Ma Liu opened his eyes happily, thinking that his dream had come true. But there was no girl, only a woman with angry eyebrows and angry eyes holding a broom to him.

"How much yellow soup did you pour last night? I can't afford to sleep until now. ”

It is his own mother, Ma Liuniang.

Ma Liu wailed, pulled the quilt and continued to sleep with his head covered, refusing to get up no matter how his mother's broom hit the quilt.

Anyway, he has thick skin and rough meat, and Ma Liuniang's beating and tickling are similar.

It's a pity that no matter how much she sleeps, the girl refuses to fall asleep.

**

Chen Chongmu was very unhappy today.

He was a staff member of the British government, and when he was waiting for the British public meeting in the afternoon, the maid who served the tea was beautiful and pretty, and gave him a flattering look, and couldn't help touching her little hand, but the British public was furious and slapped him a few times, so that he would wake up tomorrow and then talk.

It's not like this has never happened before, and even his newly married third aunt is a British duke's ink research maid, and I don't know what the British duke is doing today.

Because I was unhappy, I was very upset when I went back and saw a few women in the family fighting for the wind and jealousy, only to feel that the buzzing in my ears was like a swarm of bees flying, and even the third aunt's softness in her eyes was the blood of a demon moth.

As soon as the door slammed, Chen Chongmu went out, leaving a few women at home to solve it by themselves.

He went to Chen Kee Noodle Restaurant to eat noodles and drink wine. Silver silk noodles, Changle wine. After Chen Chongmu was full of wine and food, he felt that his arrogance soared into the sky, and he wanted to give the British public a few slaps, so that he knelt on the ground and cried and begged for mercy.

It's not that it can't be forgiven, if you give the maid who serves the tea to yourself as the fourth aunt, the previous grievances will be gone.

On the way back home, Chen Chongmu swayed.

"Ouch." Did you run into anyone?

Chen Chongmu hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, hiccup, the night is a little dark, I didn't see you clearly." "Bowing towards a void, the smell of wine is soaring, and people want to vomit.

"Yo, isn't this Mr. Chen?" The person he hit held him from the left, the smell of rouge, and the person was drunk.

"Huh? You're — Hiccup. Resisting, Chen Chongmu swallowed what had turned into his throat back into his stomach.

"Look at the memory of the gentleman, who touched my hand this afternoon? After you left, the grandfather of the country regretted something, saying that everything still depends on Mr., and specially let the slave and maid come to find you, and the slave and maid will be your person in the future, and the slave and maid will follow Mr. ”

"Heart-liver, hiccups, heart-liver. How can I, hiccup, be willing to let you fold the quilt and make the bed, naturally I will share your affection with the mandarin tent. I'll marry, hiccup, and marry you as the fourth aunt. It was easy to finish a complete sentence, and Chen Chongmu was about to get up and down while holding the people around him.

"Don't worry, we're home." The fourth aunt delicately pulled his hand away.

In the haze, I went up the steps, and "bang bang bang" knocked on the courtyard door, making a dull knocking sound.

Before the door opened, he lay down on the steps and fell asleep, apparently drunk.

The newly married fourth aunt dragged him up with all her might, her eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful and pretty as in the daytime, her big braid swept her cheeks, it hurt like a pinprick, but it hurt a little.

It's still the fourth aunt, fresh, watery, and plump like a green onion, this terrifying taste -

The night wind blew, the osmanthus oil on the fourth aunt's head swept through the end of her nose, and the wooden window in the room was babbling by the wind, like the sound of the bed being pressed by two people.

Chen Chongmu had a good night's sleep, and he was very impatient to be woken up at dawn, but thinking that after all, he was a newly married person, and he had to leave three points of affection, so he closed his eyes and pouted, "Come, let the master kiss one, and the master will get up." ”

There is a mouth imprint on his mouth, his hand around his neck, and a dumb voice and a quacked laugh, "Master, at this age, you are still so concerned about the concubine, last night, last night, the concubine was exhausted......"

was so frightened that he jumped up all of a sudden, what kind of fourth aunt was there, it was clear that it was an old wife who hadn't been in bed for three years, with an orange peel on her face, smiling like a chrysanthemum, pretending to be shy.

**

The "tea garden" does not sell tea, the tea garden sells people, girls with fragrant clothes and sideburns, and beautiful and artistic, and accompanies the princes and princes, court officials and squires to play the piano and paint, and talk about wine.

As for whether to talk about upside down Luan Feng from the poetry and songs, it depends on whether there is a lot of arrogance and whether you can afford to buy laughter and steal joy.

Among the girls in the "Tea Garden", Xu Fangzhou likes cherry blossoms the most.

Her every move is like a cherry blossom blooming a tree, and the petals and flowers can fly all over the placket at any time.

As the guard of the Marquis of Xining, Xu Fangzhou has no daughter, it is useless to have a daughter, Sakura Ge does not sell his body, the more he can't get it, the more he wants to get it, and the more he can't buy it, the more he wants to buy it.

Although Sakura Ge is a woman he can't marry, can't afford to buy, and can't keep, but his heart is full of only her.

She is the pink butterfly in Xu Fangzhou's heart, flying on his heart, flying his heart to pieces.

If only there was a story about the oil seller monopolizing the Oiran for him.

He really met him.

After eating noodles at Chen Ji Noodle Restaurant and drinking two jars of 'Changle', Xu Fangzhou was a little happy and a little fluttering.

As soon as the night breeze blew, he only felt that his steps were floating, his head was dizzy, and he wanted to vomit. Of course, you can't spit at the door of the tea garden, but fortunately, there is a back street next to it.

Xu Fangzhou ran into the alley, leaning against the courtyard wall, and the noodles and wine in his stomach were like boiling water, gushing up his throat incessantly.

Before he could spit it out, he heard a person next to him shouting to him, "Guard Xu, hold me." ”

It was actually Sakura, the beautiful Sakura, who was wiping the stains from her mouth and skirt, and apparently, she drank a lot of wine in order not to sell herself.

Even if she had just vomited, she stood there, still having a style that could not be stopped even by the night, red lips and green clothes, fierce eyes, and vivid color.

He held her, and she leaned on top of him, soft as a cat, the smell of rouge around her nose.

Xu Fangzhou woke up for three minutes, he didn't want to vomit, he was so thirsty that he wanted to find water to drink.

"I know you're good to me, in this world, only you are sincere to me, unlike them, everyone wants my body." Sakura whispered in his ear, exhaling like wine, and a stream of hot air blew into his ears and neck.

It's like a bee stinging.

The heart-wrenching voice, like a small hand, scratches the heart.

He also wanted her body, very, very much, anxious, hot, emotional.

"Rather than being bullied by them sooner or later, it is better to give it to you. Tonight, it's for you. Sakura's sigh sounded like a song, a song of madness and drunkenness.

Xu Fangzhou didn't speak, picked up her hand, put it to her lips and pecked it gently, again.

Sakura fell into his arms, and he kissed her all the way down the shoulder, and the delicate feeling of his skin was like water droplets gliding through the clotted fat, and he couldn't help but hissed lightly.

By the time they arrived at Sakura's room in the tea garden, Xu Fangzhou was already sweating profusely.

However, at dawn the next day, he woke up and slept in his own room in the Xining Marquis's Mansion.

Last night, everything with Sakura was a dream or a reality? Xu Fangzhou couldn't say clearly.