palm river mountain

Chapter 49 Why Are You Angry?
Duan Yi's small courtyard and Gu Xing's residence happened to be at both ends.After a short time, we can only part ways.

Zhilu was carrying a basket of chrysanthemum petals, peeking at Duan Yi from time to time.

She seldom saw Duan Yi angry, even when Mother Jiang treated her badly, she never drove him away in anger.

But today he obviously accepted all the bracelets, but suddenly got angry and sent them back.

"You can ask whatever you want. If you lose your eyeball, I have to bend down and pick it up for you."

Zhilu got closer and asked curiously:

"Why is the girl so angry? Although the old lady has disrespected the lady...but the girl's family is struggling, so what the old lady said is not wrong."

Duan Yi shook her head, "It's menstruation, I'm just feeling irritable."

Zhilu instantly understood, "I'll boil the angelica eggs and brown sugar water for the girl in a while! But girl, you are so angry, those beads... You have to know, money is money! A penny counts for a penny! , when the flowers are over, there will be nothing left!"

If you are not in charge, you don't know that rice is expensive.

Duan Yi is a person who does big things, so she doesn't care about these things; Zhiqiao only cares about Duan Yi, and doesn't care about others; the burden of food, clothing, housing, transportation and family support falls on her head.In the past, there was only one girl, and she could only go in and out, so she was happy and carefree.

But it's different now, a room full of people!
Not to mention far away, Duan Xian is about to get married, so she needs to add makeup.Today's birthday, tomorrow's happy event, the day after tomorrow finally got through, these nobles also want to drink and celebrate, all of which cost money.

Duan Yi saw Zhilu's heartbroken expression, finally couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"You are the only one who can play tricks and amuse me! Don't worry, she will not only send back the pink bead, but also honestly send a big gift of apology. Grandpa will go to town soon."

"After all, how can the future third concubine make enemies for her husband in a moment of enthusiasm?"

"I told you a long time ago that thick-skinned people are free and easy, and thin-skinned people want to be respectable, then they can only knock out teeth and swallow blood."

Duan Yi said, sighing softly in her heart.

She was really annoyed just now.

This world is a bit too absurd, last night she was fighting with the two princes' men to the death.

The enemy was wiped out, and the comrades were killed.Those who survived did not know whether the next upcoming war would be their return date.

But today, the enemy is engaged to her elder sister.That's all.

Duan Wenchang's life-long painstaking efforts have accumulated the position of the old lady Lu's family for generations, and she will not change her position just because of her few words.

She is not a fellow traveler, and she is not the Bodhisattva alive, so she cannot save sentient beings.What's more, people are originally seeking wealth and honor with painstaking efforts, so they don't need to cross.

But even if she showed that she had no interest, the old lady and Duan Xian were still beating her non-stop, saying "The third highness is unique", and saying "the order of the parents".

They guarded her cautiously, thinking of Duan Yi...all the women in the world as dog-skin plasters whose minds are only climbing dragons and phoenixes...

But after the world is in chaos, everything that is being fought in this room today will become a mirror, a joke that I will laugh at myself when I think about it later.

Thinking about it like this is boring.

This made her realize once again that she was no longer in the original world.

The last time she felt this way was when she was standing in a bloody, flaming inn...

Here, human life is worthless; women are swallowed alive.

They still have bright eyes, but they can no longer see the light clearly.

……

"Miss, won't you go back to the yard?" Seeing Duan Yi turning a corner and walking towards the gate again, Zhilu asked anxiously.

Duan Yi smiled at her, "I'll go to my husband's place and talk to Mr. Guan. Don't big sisters need to add makeup when they get married? I'm afraid you can't bear any of the ones in my cage."

"I'm thinking of finding some good wood and making a dressing box, so it won't lose face."

Zhilu's whole body was bright, she was grinning, her two big front teeth were exposed, like a cute rabbit.

"Girl, go quickly! When you get back, I've steamed the chrysanthemum cake."

Seeing her smile, Duan Yi couldn't help reaching out her hand to touch Zhilu's head, and then laughed too.

……

In the courtyard of Qi Langzhong, it is the same as when I came back last time, but there is no difference.

A well-wrapped coffin was placed in the yard. Mr. Guan was wearing a bunt and holding a carving knife, and carved flowers on it.The broken wood flowers fell to the ground, looking from a distance as if it had snowed.

Qi Lang was lying in a casual chair with a sheepskin cushion, holding a book with his legs crossed.

Hearing Duan Yi's footsteps, he said without raising his head, "You are so lucky, you can smell the smell of meat from such a distance, are you running here?"

Duan Yi sniffed when she heard the words, "Braised pork!"

This fragrance lingers in the nose and penetrates into the heart.People can't wait to wash themselves and put them in the pot and burn them together, so that the meat can eat a few more bites.

"Suddenly a dying rich businessman came to recognize Mr. as his son? Otherwise, where did the money come from, and invited the royal chef!"

She has eaten in restaurants large and small in Jincheng, but this is the first time she has smelled this kind of taste.

She thought, and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

As soon as he entered, he was dumbfounded.

I saw Mr. Yan sitting in front of the stove holding a burnt black torch, blowing the wind whistlingly, his cheeks were bulging, his eyes were bulging, like a bird squatting on a lotus leaf frog.

And next to the big iron pot, wise and mighty... Cui Zigeng, a black-faced little general who can catch arrows with chopsticks, is holding a spatula, frying the pork belly in the pot... The meat is fat and thin, The oil was burned out, and there was a sizzling sound.

Duan Yi took a deep breath, and closed her mouth that was opened wide in surprise, "Have you put dried plums? I love dried plums!"

When Yan Jing, who was blowing on the fire, heard the voice, he choked and coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough... I lost the bet to your master, this is a bet..."

Duan Yi chuckled, and firmly emphasized, "Remember to put dried plums and vegetables! Quickly, don't burn them."

Cui Zigeng's hands froze slightly, and he started frying skillfully again. He looked at Duan Yi's head, and found that she was not wearing a treasure gourd hairpin, so he looked away again, "Let it go, let the prunes inhale. With the aroma of meat, it tastes better than meat."

Duan Yi was overjoyed, and waved her hands, "You have a wicked mouth, but your hands are not wicked. No wonder my master wanted to follow you like a beggar back then! Aren't hot meals and vegetables more delicious than melons?"

Cui Zi made a fuss, and it was rare that he didn't talk back. He picked up the spatula, shoveled a piece of meat, and swung it directly in front of Duan Yi.

Duan Yi's eyes lit up, she stretched out her hand to pick up the meat, and stuffed it into her mouth, it made her gasp, she gave Cui Zi a thumbs up, turned around and ran out, among the prayers After shuddering twice in front of him, he ran to Mr. Guan's side again.

"I knew it, old man, you are here. After finally catching your sheep, sir, you have to squeeze hard. I wish you could carve a melon field on his coffin."

"I heard that Guanyuan is very busy recently. There is a man named Wang Zhan who wants to buy it. My grandmother asked you to borrow it?"

(End of this chapter)