Young man, please stay

Chapter 121 Rewards
  Yangzhou people have the habit of having morning tea.

Qin Lang and his party, as outsiders, have now settled down and are in a relaxed mood for sightseeing, so they also want to try to do as the locals do.

This is also why except Zhuo Beibei, no one else has eaten in the morning.

……

"Qin Lang..."

"Hey."

Walking on the bustling Yangzhoufu Street, a group of four people divided into two groups.

One group is Su Yupan and Zhuo Beibei, and the other group is Qin Lang and Gu Jin.

Su Yupan didn't want to pay attention to a certain protégé who had a hand on her, so she chose to walk in front with Zhuo Beibei.

A certain girl followed Qin Lang side by side. She was a little happy at first, because there were many young men and women like them walking side by side on the street, and they all seemed to be lovers.

But as the morning light became brighter and brighter, Gu Jin had to pay attention to the still red fingerprint on Qin Lang's right face.

"What's wrong with the right side of your cheek?"

"Oh, this is... there are mosquitoes. I slapped myself and accidentally applied too much force."

"What about the footprints on the left side of your face?"

"The footprints... were made by Zhuo Beibei while kicking under the quilt last night..."

"..."

Gu Jin was silent when he heard the words, but there was an imperceptible look of worry in his eyes. After walking with Qin Lang for a while, he skillfully grabbed Qin Lang's sleeve while the two people in front of him were walking a little further.

"?"

"..."

Qin Lang turned his head in confusion, but the girl didn't say anything and just handed Qin Lang a black handkerchief.

"Jin'er, this is..."

"Take it."

Qin Lang took it, and then Gu Jin took out a small gourd the size of an egg from his arms, opened the stopper, and dropped a few drops of colorless and odorless liquid on the black handkerchief.

"This is the Tongxue Dew that I brought from Biluo Valley. Please wipe it off your face."

"okay!"

Qin Lang smiled and gently wiped it on both sides of his face.

In fact, with Qin Lang's physique, neither Su Yupan's palm nor Zhuo Beibei's kick could cause any substantial harm to him. It's just that the red mark is not easy to remove, so no medicine is needed at all.

But Qin Lang always valued the concern from Miss Jin, so he wiped it on both sides.

"How about it?"

"Well, it feels... very fine, very greasy, very smooth..."

"?"

No way? The texture of Tongxuelu should be similar to water?
  The girl was confused, her heart skipped a beat, but she found that it was her little hand that he had secretly held in his palm.

Swah——

Gu Jin's ears turned red and she immediately pulled them out and gave Qin Lang angrily:
  "In public! You...you are frivolous!"

After saying that, he ran to the front and became the third group of four people.

"Ugh…"

Qin Lang, who was reduced to the fourth group, could only sigh.

He also suddenly remembered that in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was not a very casual thing for men and women to hold hands in public.

I can only say that I am indeed half a "savage". I am used to being at ease in Tianshan. Some etiquette does still need a lot of getting used to.

But having said that, what Qin Lang called "delicate, greasy, and slippery" just now did not entirely refer to the girl's slender hands.

"Um…"

Qin Lang took the black handkerchief Gu Jin gave him, tugged it, pulled it, touched it, felt it carefully, and finally confirmed one thing.

This seemingly ordinary handkerchief is actually made of the same material as Miss Jin's socks that he once had the honor to touch. It is made of silk spun from the colorful moon silkworms unique to Biluo Valley. The silk cotton cloth is born with unique characteristics. Wonderful elasticity.

Qin Lang put the handkerchief on the back of his hand and stretched it hard. The originally pure black fabric had a slightly translucent feel. Qin Lang couldn't help but secretly praise this fabric for the first time in a long time. .

"Qin Lang, hurry up."

"Oh, here we come."

Zhuo Beibei was urging him in front. Qin Lang put away the handkerchief, quickened his pace, and followed a few people into a place called Wangyoulou.

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Wangyoulou is a restaurant specializing in morning tea.

It's not clear whether he is famous or not.

Anyway, this morning, Su Yupan looked out of the window and saw this family.

From that time to now, it is still crowded with guests. It is so popular that it has naturally become the first choice for several outsiders in Qinlang to experience morning tea. "Four of you, please——"

"Is there still room?"

"Yes! It's just been vacated. Please come inside——"

The waiter greeted Qin Lang warmly and invited Qin Lang and his entourage to a table on the second floor. Directly in front of them was a simple stage where actors were singing Huangmei Opera.

"Red flowers and green trees~a good husband~"

"Qingfengmingyue~Pretty girl~"

Qin Lang didn't understand the opera, but considering the current literary level of the Zhou Dynasty, the opera was really not that good.

But fortunately, the tone of this morning tea scene is relatively calm, so it doesn't matter whether you listen to it or not, it's just good as a background sound.

"Hey, you."

"?"

With one person sitting on each side of the square table, Qin Lang first reminded Zhuo Beibei opposite:
  "You've got a stomachache, so eat less later and save some for Yin Ping and Jin'er, do you hear me?"

"Ha ha."

Zhuo Beibei sneered, and instead of talking about Gu Jin, he directly asked Su Yupan:
  "Do you need me to keep this seat for you?"

"..."

Su Yupan first rolled his eyes at Qin Lang, then looked at Zhuo Beibei with slightly complicated eyes, and shook his head slightly:

"Need not."

"That's right~"

Zhuo Beibei was proud:
  "Qin Lang, you don't need it. I'll just leave some for Gu Jin later. It's time for the little girl to grow."

"..."

Although Gu Jin was called a little girl by a brat, she didn't have any objection to it because she knew that the other person was actually a big boss who had lived for hundreds of years.

But what puzzled her a little was that Her Majesty the Empress seemed to be a little too humble towards Zhuo Beibei...

After all, Tianhe Sect is one of the three sects. It would be normal for Su Yupan to show only three points of courtesy to Zhuo Beibei, but Gu Jin felt that the empress's attitude was even five points of courtesy.

In terms of status or strength, shouldn't it be like this?

Is there any story between the two of them?
  Gu Jin couldn't understand, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

In Qin Lang's eyes, such details were nothing.

"Su Yinping" was originally just a princess, and a weak princess with mediocre martial arts. It was normal for her to be more polite to Zhuo Beibei. Qin Lang didn't take it to heart, and just enjoyed someone's pretentious coolness. face.

"..."

"..."

Su Yupan felt his gaze and wanted to say, "If you look at me again, I will gouge your eyes out."

But when I thought about my current status, I felt that these words were too much, so I could only continue to pretend to be indifferent as a silent protest against his frivolous behavior in the morning.

But apart from these, what the Empress is really troubled about now is what Qin Lang said in the morning about the peace and happiness of her family and country.

Just because of these thoughts in his mind, Su Yupan was actually a little distracted all the way to now.

Even Qin Lang said that the current empress, that is, she, is actually a wise king.

But maybe it was because he was a wise king that Su Yupan wanted to do better, and because of Qin Lang's words, he wondered whether he should make some adjustments to the policy of governing the country in the future.

As I thought and thought, sadness gradually came to my eyes, until a man's voice suddenly sounded in my ears:

"Be good, stop thinking blindly."

"!"

"My words are pretty silly, so you don't need to pay too much attention to them now. Let's eat first."

"..."

Su Yupan glanced blankly and saw Qin Lang's gentle smiling face.

Looking at the table again, there are crab roe soup dumplings, shrimp roe wontons, blanched shredded noodles, meat dishes... plus a pot of the indispensable "Kui Longzhu", a table of standard Yangzhou morning tea has been served.

Su Yupan's index finger twitched as he looked at it, and finally stopped worrying about it and started to enjoy it.

Snapped…

By the way, a small wonton was also placed from the empress's bowl into Qin Lang's bowl.

"?"

"Too much, I can't finish it."

Su Yupan explained lightly, not caring whether Qin Lang believed it or not.

Anyway...just think of it as a small reward from me for seeing through my mind...

(End of this chapter)