Ziwei was busy, tore off another chicken leg, and gnawed on the chicken leg in large pieces, muttering dissatisfiedly while gnawing: "Eat it quickly, how delicious this chicken is, the skin is charred and the meat is tender, golden, fragrant and soft, very delicious." (Just go to the Biqu Pavilion) if it's cold, it's not delicious. ”

Ziwei opened the bow left and right, her little hands were busy, and she no longer comforted the other party, but just buried her head and ate it. Eating very happily, occasionally raising his eyebrows, it seems that he saw a few cramps on the child's face.

Ziwei hurriedly raised her head, blinked, and saw the same indifferent look as before. His ice-blue robe was spotless, and his hair was jet black, bringing out the poetic sheen of his pearly white neck under a bun. With his back straight, he sat elegantly in a chair, and his beautiful black slender eyes shone with glass light. He drank tea and tilted his head slightly, looking at the stuffed pink mouth with a quiet and serene expression, his cheeks bulging cutely and chewing.

Qingxiu's eyebrows were raised slightly, Ziwei put down the chicken leg in her hand, grabbed the chicken leg from the plate and handed it to him: "You can eat a little too, I'll eat alone, I'm sorry." ”

Childe leaned back as much as he could, and hurriedly pulled out a fan from his waist to block his oily hands: "I'm not hungry, you eat by yourself." ”

The fan touched her arm, the chicken leg was slippery and greasy, and it slipped off her hand, seeing that the chicken leg was about to fall on his body, Ziwei hurriedly reached out to grab it, and before she could grab the chicken leg, a pair of warm big hands grabbed the small hand, and a breath of oppression hit. She was startled, and little hands slipped out of his hands like loaches.

A few drops of oil dripped on his body, and the ice blue robe with good silk fabric was a little darker, Ziwei was very embarrassed, and wiped him with the sleeve of the robe: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Stain your clothes. ”

The jade pendant slipped out of the sleeves of the robe, Ziwei was wiping the sleeves of his robe, and did not notice that the jade pendant had slipped out, falling down along the shirt, and was about to fall to the ground and shatter. He didn't say anything, he held it in his hand and played with it.

Ziwei straightened her waist, wiped the greasy on her mouth with her sleeve, the sleeve was dirty, and smiled cheekily: "It's so hanging, fortunately, Childe reacted quickly, otherwise this jade pendant would have been broken, it would be a pity, Childe, thank you, now I will return to Zhao, and this jade pendant will be handed over to you for safekeeping." ”

Ziwei pulled up the dirty sleeves of her robe and told Gongzi to see: "I have oil stains all over my body, so as not to stain this jade pendant, let's give it to Gongzi for safekeeping." ”

Childe's expression changed several times, and the remnant sun outside the window swayed the last beauty. Plunged into the window and hit her body, gilded with a layer of gold. The long eyelashes are slightly upturned and curled, revealing a charming seduction.

The oily hand shook in front of his eyes, and she pulled up her throat and said, "Childe, as a token of gratitude, I invite you to drink." “

The oil hand stretched out long, ready to take down the teacup in the slender fingers, replaced it with a wine glass, a silk handkerchief was horizontal in front of her, Ziwei grinned gratefully, revealing a mouth full of small white teeth and smiled at Childe: "Childe, I am a rough person, I am not used to your elegant things, so as not to stain your good silk handkerchief." ”

After speaking, his hands were on his body, and when his little hands were wiped clean, he went to carry the wine jug and pour wine.

She rolled up her sleeves, stood up, raised her wine glass and touched it at the wine glass opposite: "Thank you Gongzi for helping repeatedly, the little woman can't repay it, a glass of thin wine to show her heart, I will do it first to show my sincerity." ”

Ziwei raised her neck and gulped, the wine flowed down the corners of her mouth to her chin, wetting her collar, and she wiped her mouth with her hand: "Happy"

She glanced at her son and asked tentatively, "Your son." ”

Childe played with the jade pendant, and didn't say anything, just silently watching her play and sing by herself, entertaining herself. The wine on the table was left to the side and no one paid attention. She raised her glass and touched the glass in front of him again: "The noble son of the private room, the folk woman is not in the eyes of the son, so the son is unwilling to have a drink with the little girl, right?" In that case, you can take the jade pendant away. ”

She raised her head and drank another glass of wine, her face was flushed, and a pair of drunken eyes looked at the silent son, feeling very boring, entertaining herself, relieving her embarrassment, humming a few words casually, and a gentle and beautiful fresh singing voice escaped from the pink lip flap.

His heart moved, his eyes kept falling on her, and he never left.

Can't see through

I don't understand.

Hazy and familiar.

The hot dish was hot in an instant, Xiao Er came up, and Ziwei stopped humming. Xiao Er found that the atmosphere in the private room was not right, so he quickly and quietly brought up the wine and food, and quickly slipped away. I don't dare to do anything anymore, and I have the idea of looking for a reward. The soles of the feet are oiled very quickly.

A little longer. A few delicious dishes were picked up steaming, Xiao Er saw a chicken bone in front of Ziwei, and a complete chicken was dragged by her, and a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes: Such a woman is vulgar, what is there to be nostalgic for? The boy is good-tempered, and he is still sitting here to match, but if he is replaced by another person, he would have thrown off his sleeves and left.

Ziwei caught the unslashing in Xiao Er's eyes, and finally shifted the target and attacked Xiao Er: "Xiao Er, did you send Du Kang wine?" ”

Xiao Er hurriedly put a pot of wine in his arms on the table, and squeezed out a smile on his face: "Yes, Childe, the little one will be filled for you." ”

After Xiao Er poured the wine to the brim, he was ready to slip away.

As soon as his leg was halfway out, his sleeve was pulled back raw, and he fell backwards back to his original position and stood up, bowed down and asked, "Childe, what else do you need?" ”

"I want to verify the authenticity of this wine, you can't go, if this wine is fake, you must get rid of all the wine and food, otherwise I will take off your deceitful sign." Ziwei tugged at his sleeve and shouted domineeringly.

Ziwei shook her drowsy head and raised the wine glass, ready to put it in her mouth, but her wrist was grabbed, and the wine glass was transferred from her hand to his, and her face turned pale.

Ziwei rushed over and snatched the wine glass in his hand, peeked out of the corner of his eye, and found that the jade pendant on the table was missing, and his heart was relieved.

Ziwei pointed to the flask and said, "I must confirm whether the Du Kang wine is real." Everyone knows that "Tanka Xing" clouds: "When you sing about wine, life is geometric." For example, the morning dew, the past day is bitter, and the sorrow should be generous, and the worry is unforgettable. How to solve the problem? Only Du Kang'. And after drinking three glasses of Du Kang wine, he will get drunk. I drank three glasses of wine, but I was not drunk, which means that this is a place to sell water and wine, so I smashed the signboard of his restaurant. ”

Xiao Er's face turned pale, and he hurriedly snatched the wine jug and hugged it in his arms: "Childe, this pot of wine is dirty, I'll go change another jug." After speaking, he didn't wait for his son to reply, and ran out.

Ziwei grabbed his sleeve and screamed: "Stop, don't run, your restaurant here used to sell fake wine, come with me to see the official." ”

Xiao Er broke free, his fingernails inadvertently swiped the back of Ziwei's hand, Ziwei became angry, and the slap of the "horn" was thrown over, and the face of a shrew was revealed: "Go, see the official." ”

Xiao Er broke free from Ziwei's entanglement, and suddenly threw himself at Childe's feet: "Childe, save me." ”

Childe's face was angry, and he shouted in a low voice: "Okay, don't make trouble anymore." ”

After speaking, he brushed his sleeves and left.

Ziwei staggered to her feet, he walked on the front foot, and she slipped through the door with her back foot.

Leaving Xiao Er touching his red face, watching all this inexplicably.

Which play is this sung?

How did he become a victim?

Chapter 156: It's Her :/

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