Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 83: Wedding Dress (2)
In the past, many young women came to Kaifeng Mansion to take care of Mr. Zhan. No matter whether they were heroines or bitter masters, the key point is that they took care of Mr. Zhan professionally.

Whenever Mr. Zhan was poisoned, injured, and unconscious, the girls' eyes like autumn water were always filled with tears, their eye sockets were always red, and their green jade fingers were always twisting the corners of their clothes. How many pieces of Luo Chang were broken.Their tears always fell down without knowing when, and Gongsun Ce swore that he heard the sound of their hearts shattering several times.

A few times, Gongsun Ce ran into them burning incense and praying in the back garden: "If Master Zhan can recover as soon as possible, I wish to shorten my life by ×× years."

Look at her awareness, and then look back at Miss Duanmu, what a difference between clouds and mud.

She dared to confront Zhan's guard in front of him like this, and she didn't know how many tricks she had behind her back. Maybe she would grab Zhan Zhao's ear and ask, "Lazy cat, why aren't you awake?"

She didn't come here to take care of others, she was clearly here to entertain herself.

In comparison, Gongsun Ce felt that her appearance last night was more pleasing.Why doesn't she continue to be sentimental? Why is her self-healing ability as strong as a gecko?

Gongsun Ce is puzzled, but he can be sure of one thing: if he has a headache in the future, he will definitely not let Miss Duanmu come to take care of him, firmly!

That night, Duanmucui lived in the legendary happy and warm family.

Li Nianqing was very concerned about the VIP check-in, and led the whole family to greet him at the door.The nearly ninety-year-old lady of the Li family was trembling on crutches, holding Duanmucui's hand enthusiastically, with a mouth full of teeth, glistening saliva dripping around her wrinkled mouth like old tree bark.Duanmucui's heart skipped a beat when she saw it, and she didn't hear what she was rambling at all.

Then there was a crowd, and the whole family sat around the table and had a meal.Li Nianqing paid all his money, served chicken, duck and fish, and kept calling Duanmucui: "Miss Duanmu, you are welcome, come, come."

Duanmucui didn't want to be polite, but she was a vegetarian and couldn't eat chopsticks facing a table full of meat and oil.While hesitating, Li Nianqing's eight-year-old second son couldn't help it, and reached out to grab a pig's trotter.

Is this okay?Before the guests touched their chopsticks, Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law was furious: "You are a scumbag!"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Er Wazi jumped off the stool and ran away.Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law couldn't hold back her face, so she picked up a broom and chased after her.After a while, ghosts and wolves were howling in the yard, which made Duanmucui dumbfounded.

Li Nianqing felt that it was very disgraceful, and kept apologizing to Duanmucui: "Miss Duanmu, don't take it to heart, women have long hair but short knowledge."

Not knowing how to get through the meal, Li Nianqing and his wife took Duanmucui to the bedroom.The room was not big, but it was cleaned very well. Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law brought out a new quilt as a gift: "Miss Duanmu, this quilt is new, with new cotton, and it smells delicious."

While speaking, she set an example and took a deep breath.

After inhaling in one breath, her complexion changed abruptly, and she suddenly gritted her teeth: "The second son's prodigal daughter-in-law, dare to change my quilt!"

Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law is illiterate, with a typical farmer's temperament, and she doesn't know how to hide her ugliness in front of others, so she will be swept away like a gust of wind.When Duanmucui and Li Nianqing followed, she was sharing one end of the quilt with a woman, and they were arguing like a raging fire, scolding each other, at first they just closed the quilt, and then they got involved in the matter of Chen Zhima rotten millet, you stole it last month I used my vinegar, used more rice last month, and last month...

Duanmu Cui's head was as big as a bucket, and he could only stare blankly, suddenly he felt that fighting to the death on the battlefield was far inferior to his sister-in-law's verbal sword.

After finally calming down, Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law won the victory and returned triumphantly holding the quilt.

Duanmucui dismissed Li Nianqing and his wife on the pretext of being sleepy, and went to bed after washing up.

Who knew that in the middle of the night, the situation would change again!
It turned out that Li Nianqing deeply felt that the reception work for this day was not done well, and the family members were not strong enough. Losing someone in front of Miss Duanmu is equivalent to losing someone in front of the guards, and losing someone in front of the leader is equivalent to having no future. The more he thought about it, the more he held his breath, and scolded his daughter-in-law in the bed curtain.

Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law didn't retaliate at first, but then she couldn't hold back his rambling, and became angry: She did her best all day, cooked such a table of dishes, and was polite and considerate to Miss Duanmu, even if the queen came, she might not be able to Doing better than her, you are still not satisfied, what's the matter with picking bones?

So the war escalated, and Li Nianqing slapped his wife with a wave of his hands. How could his wife be a vegetarian?Throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed, without shoes on, rushing barefoot into the courtyard and looking up to the sky, it was just like that: "I can't live through this day..."

Li Nianqing's nose was going to be crooked, it's fine if he didn't do a good job in the reception, if he didn't let people sleep well in the middle of the night, what would he do if he woke up Miss Duanmu?

If the wife doesn't hit her for three days, she will have to go to the house to expose the roof tiles. It's against you!

So Li Nianqing also became angry. In order to avoid his husband's weakness, he went straight to the kitchen and came out with a kitchen knife.

Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law fell down in the courtyard and beat her chest and feet, but suddenly saw that the situation was not right, and then weighed the disparity between the enemy and us, and she didn't care to cry, she got up in a hurry, turned around and ran away.

This noise has already startled the people in the courtyard.The woman who was fighting for the quilt with Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law just now smiled happily.Li Nianqing's younger brother watched the excitement for a while, and came up to persuade him to make peace.Li Nianqing said harshly: "This woman, I must kill her!"

Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law burst into tears: "Miss Duanmu, you killed someone, help me."

In fact, Duanmucui has already woken up, and she can clearly hear the noises outside, even though the nights are cold in winter and the bed is warmed up, she really doesn't want to get up and take a dip in this muddy water. To watch from the sidelines again, I had to shiver and put on my clothes.

When Li Nianqing saw that the honored guests were disturbed, he became even more anxious, swiped a kitchen knife, and came to chop Huashan with his strength.

Duanmucui was startled, and hurriedly squeezed in between the two, pushing one with each hand: "Stop beating, sit down and discuss if you have anything to do."

Seeing Duanmucui approaching, Li Nianqing didn't dare to wield his sword anymore, and his arrogance dropped a lot.

On the contrary, Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law gained support and rekindled her fighting spirit. She hid behind Duanmucui and yelled at Li Nianqing: "He who has no conscience, kills a thousand knives, deserves to have a big sore!"

When Duanmucui turned her head, she was sprayed with spittle.

Li Nianqing had a stupid mouth, blushed for a moment and had a thick neck, and saw that he was about to swing a knife again.

Duanmucui suddenly became angry and shouted: "Keep arguing, keep arguing and I'll kill you!"

Before Li Nianqing could react, Duanmucui snatched the knife from him and swung it into the air.

Although he hadn't practiced kung fu for a long time after he became an immortal, fortunately his previous skills were still there. By the candlelight in the room, everyone could see clearly that the kitchen knife chopped straight into the body of the big pagoda tree in the courtyard, leaving only the handle exposed. outside.

"Now go back to sleep for me, if there is a little more noise, chop one up!"

When she said this, she paused every word, and the people in that room would fight with each other as soon as she looked at the room, and went back to the room as if fleeing.

The world is finally quiet.

However, early the next morning, she still failed to sleep until the sun was up.

In the twilight, there were always extremely low voices coming from the courtyard, wave after wave, lingering in her ears like flies.

So I put on my clothes, white underwear, white skirt, hair untied, straight down, the door opened, arms folded leaning on the door frame, expressionless, brows cold, full of demeanor, what a cool word amazing.

There was no sound in the courtyard immediately.

But I saw a wooden ladder under the big locust tree. The woman who competed with Li Nianqing's wife for the quilt last night and Li Nianqing's wife's three children were holding on to the ladder tightly.At the top of the ladder, Li Nianqing's wife is reaching for something.

"The whole family is waiting for dinner..." Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law explained timidly, "Just this knife..."

Duanmucui waved his hand, signaling the idlers to get out of the way.

Li Nianqing's wife quickly got off the ladder.

Duanmucui didn't even hold on to the railing of the ladder, but climbed up the ladder with folded arms, and stretched out her hand to hold the handle of the knife, exerting only a little force.

The knife was handed to Li Nianqing's wife in this way.

Li Nianqing's daughter-in-law took it, but she didn't dare to thank her. She muttered her lips a few times, and took the lead to withdraw, followed by a group of people.

For a moment, there was silence.

Duanmucui just stood on the ladder like this, not wanting to move.The cold morning sun shone on her through the sparse leaves, and the white skirt dragged lazily on the steps.

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "Duanmu."

Duanmucui was overjoyed, without even thinking about it, she turned around quickly and stepped forward.

So he took a ladder and smashed towards Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao was taken aback, but luckily he reacted quickly, he stepped forward quickly and grabbed her waist, dodged from the side, and kicked the ladder back to its original position.

But she completely ignored it. After standing still, she looked left and right at Zhan Zhao: "Zhan Zhao, when did you wake up?"

Zhan Zhao seemed to be a little lighter, and his complexion was still a little pale.

Just as he was about to answer her, he suddenly lowered his head, covered his mouth with his hands, and coughed a few times.

Duanmucui showed a worried look on his face, and patted him on the back: "I just woke up, why don't you rest?"

Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, and answered the irrelevant question: "Are you used to living here?"

As expected, he saw an eggplant that looked like it had been beaten by frost.

Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand and brushed her long hair behind her ears: "It's time to wash up, I'll show you the house."

"What house are you looking at?"

"You'll know when you go."

Duanmucui curled her lips, was about to go back to her room, thought for a while and then stopped: "Zhan Zhao, why is my thatched cottage gone?"

It's not that she hasn't asked Gongsun Ce, Gongsun Ce hesitated for a long time, and threw the burden to Zhan Zhao: "You ask the guard Zhan, he knows."

Now that she really asked about it, Zhan Zhao naturally dislikes discussing people's right and wrong behind their backs, even if it's about a bowl, he would not like it. He paused for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know."

Duanmucui naturally didn't believe it, she glared at Zhanzhao: "You don't know? I think you probably ate it!"

Without waiting for Zhan Zhao to answer, he snorted and went back to his room.

Zhan Zhao smiled wryly, soon he felt severe chest tightness, his throat was dry and itchy, he couldn't hold it down, and he coughed a lot, both sides of his face flushed slightly.

Hearing the sound, Duanmucui came out with her hair half tied up, stretched out her hand to support the bun, a hairpin on the bun was crumbling, and said anxiously: "Zhan Zhao, have you taken the medicine yet?"

Zhan Zhao smiled: "It doesn't matter."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to pull her closer, and carefully helped her comb the hairpin into her hair.

Duanmucui lowered her head slightly, but couldn't hold her breath, and asked repeatedly: "Is it all right, is it all right?"

"All right."

"Are you grating tightly?" She seemed not to trust Zhan Zhao's craftsmanship, shaking her head from side to side.

Zhan Zhao quickly stretched out his hand to block it, but she stopped when she touched Zhan Zhao's hand, and looked at him halfway.Qi Qi's temple hair was next to his warm palm, and a few uncombed black hairs tickled his palm, making his heart seem to itch.

"Shaking like you, no matter how tight the grate is, it won't loosen." Zhan Zhao shook his head with a smile.

"Don't move." She suddenly stretched out her palm and pressed it against Zhan Zhao's heart.

Zhan Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and the edges of his ears began to feel hot and red. He glanced around a little embarrassedly: Although the yard was empty, he was sure that the seemingly closed paper muffled with elm oil Behind the window, there are many bright eyes of three aunts and six wives.

"What are you doing?" He stood still, but couldn't help asking her.

"Can't you see that I'm chanting a spell?" She didn't lift her eyelids, "Of course I'm healing you."

Zhan Zhao was dumbfounded.

After a pause, he bit the bullet and asked again: "Isn't your magic power gone?"

"If you don't try it, how will you know it's gone!"

The co-authors took him as a test field.

After a while, she withdrew her hand and clapped her hands together: "It's much better."

Zhan Zhao is angry, this is ignoring the client's feelings too much: I haven't said anything yet, how do you know I'm better?

He intentionally lowered his face, but Duanmucui pretended not to notice, just giggling: "Didn't you mean to look at the house? Zhan Zhao, where is the house?"

So the two walked side by side along the street.

It was still early, people on the road were few and far between, but the shops selling breakfast were bustling. The lid of the steamer was opened, and the steam was about to rise. Go down to a small dimple, and it will soon return to its original state.

At the entrance of the shop, many people stretched their necks and waited. There were three of you and five of us, and they were all sold out in a short time.

Duanmucui looked thoughtfully, she walked a long way past the steamed stuffed bun shop, but she still looked back.

Zhan Zhao thought she was hungry, but she suddenly said solemnly, "Zhan Zhao, can I sell buns?"

This is the first dream of Shangxian Duanmucui after she fell into a mortal, and let me pay my respects here: she is so promising!
"Not good." Zhan Zhao shook his head.

She oh, and didn't ask what's wrong at all, because her attention was quickly attracted by other things.

An oil pan was set up at the entrance of the alley, and the oil in the pan was boiling hot. In the slightly turbid boiling oil, a few fried cakes rolled up and down. After a while, they were picked up with long wooden chopsticks. The whole body was golden and fragrant.

"Hey, Zhan Zhao." Her eyes lit up, and she subconsciously pulled the corner of Zhan Zhao's clothes.

Zhan Zhao thought she had found another entrepreneurial project, so he quickly poured cold water on her: "It's not good either."

Duanmucui looked at him pitifully: "Just eat one."

I dare say she wanted to eat, so she must have started to prepare two, and after being rejected, she would settle for the second best.

The peddler hurriedly wrapped two in oiled paper and handed them over, with black and gray streaks on his sweaty forehead: "Master Zhan's friend, if you want to eat, just take it."

Duanmucui had a bright face, took it and bit it down, looking very satisfied.

Zhan Zhao put a few pennies on the case, turned around and made fun of Duanmucui: "You have stayed in Kaifeng for a long time, haven't you eaten?"

"I was busy before." She said confidently.

It's true, in the past she was busy catching ghosts and monsters, and in the blink of an eye, she escaped in the blink of an eye. Even if she occasionally wandered around the city when she was free, she probably wouldn't notice these small businesses and peddlers.

"What else do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat." She sighed, "Now that I'm poor, I have to live frugally."

Zhan Zhao is speechless, the rich can keep their business by being frugal, and the poor can run a family by being frugal, but you are a penniless and poor girl who can’t make a sound, what are you frugal for...

Unknowingly walking to the outskirts of the city, turning into a quiet alley, Zhan Zhao pointed to the end and showed her: "There."

From a glance, it looks the most ordinary, with a small black lacquered door, blue tiles, and moss-covered flying cornices.On the courtyard wall, in a conspicuous place, there is a clump of purple flowers crowded together. I can’t tell what kind of flower it is. In short, the petals are lavender and white, and the green curved and narrow leaves tremble in the wind. shaking.

Simple and unpretentious, but strangely, walking on the uneven stone steps is like going home. The closer you get, the more timid you become, and even your voice is lowered.

A string of small copper calyx bells hung under the door lintel, with mottled patina, and she could still vaguely see the small and exquisite shape of the past. She reached out to dial curiously, and the sound of the bells was no longer clear and clear, a bit dull, but she suddenly I fell in love with it, reached out and dialed again, and then again.

"Zhan Zhao, this house looks like me." She said seriously.

"Where does it look like?" Zhan Zhao was curious.

She seemed to be questioned, and was speechless for a while.After thinking for a long time, he said: "It's like. Zhan Zhao, you like to compare women to flowers, this one is like an orchid, and that one is like a plum blossom. If you can compare it to a flower, you can also compare it to a house. I am this house."

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "Why this house? Can't it be more beautiful?"

If you really want to compare a woman to a house, it's not out of the question.There are many kinds of houses in this world, including delicate and delicate pavilions, simple houses, magnificent mansions of wealthy families, majestic fortresses outside the Great Wall...

In my heart, if I compare her to a house, it must be the most beautiful house.

"Why not this house?" She became serious, "Don't you see that the eaves, tiles, and bells all look like me? When you are walking on the street and suddenly see this house, isn't it the same as seeing me? ?”

These words are awkward and obscure, if someone else is different, they will definitely say the same thing, this eaves corner, this tile, this bell, how does it look like you?

(End of this chapter)