Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 87: Wedding Dress (6)
"What if it really falls?"

"I know I can't fall on you."

"What if it falls?"

The two fell into an endless cycle of falling or not falling, Zhan Zhao suddenly reached out his hand, put his arm around her waist, and fell towards the eaves.

Duanmucui's brain immediately short-circuited: What is this for?Can't fight but she wants to die together?
Fortunately, the corner of the eaves was not high from the ground, so she didn't have time to think about it. As soon as this idea came up, there was a muffled sound of falling to the ground.The two fell into the wet grass, but she didn't fall because Zhan Zhao was under her body.Frankly speaking, it is soft, and she is quite comfortable on it.

Zhan Zhao's arms were still around her waist, but she fell silent.

"Hey, Zhan Zhao." Duanmucui leaned on him and patted his face, "You won't just fall to your death."

Silently.

"You're so short that you can fall to your death?" Duanmucui was puzzled, and listened to Zhan Zhao's heartbeat, which was quite powerful.

"I fell to my death." The first quack doctor in history made a diagnosis.

After a while, Zhan Zhao said slowly, "Girl, I told you that you can't fall."

"It's so dirty on the ground." Duanmucui sighed, the mud under her body was wet, maybe there was still water in some places, "Get up quickly."

"Duanmu." Zhan Zhao called her suddenly, the breath he exhaled was warm, and her ears were itchy.

"Ok?"

"I was very skinny when I was a child."

"Ah?" Duanmucui couldn't understand, "When you were young?"

"Who didn't have childhood." Zhan Zhao smiled, stretching out his hand to gently brush the hair hanging on his face aside, "At that time, I was learning art from my master, and several brothers fought with each other. It was like this once. Senior brother kicked into the water."

Duanmucui listened quietly.

"Senior brother is like you. He stopped making any noise when he entered the water. After a while, the water calmed down. I thought that brother had drowned. I was so scared that I stood by the water and cried."

Duanmucui smiled lightly.

"Later, the brother came out of the water all at once, pressed me into the water, and filled me with water. After a few days, I did the same trick again, pretending to be knocked out by the brother when I was feeding, and when he was in a daze , turned over, pushed him down and beat him half to death.

"Sometimes when I get tired from playing, I go to lie down in the grass with my brothers and sisters, like now." In the darkness, Zhan Zhao's eyes were filled with a slight smile, "Grass juice and muddy water stains on clothes can't be washed off." After going back, Master punished me to squat on horseback, and Master’s wife was helping us wash our clothes, scolding us while doing the washing, it deserved it.”

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said softly, "It's like returning to my childhood."

"What about your senior brothers?"

"do not know."

"I don't know?" Duanmucui was surprised.

"It was the first time I was learning martial arts. I was with an instructor. Many families sent their children to learn martial arts. Some practiced for a month or two, and some practiced for three to five months. The brothers changed quickly. Not long after I practiced, I went home to study. Later, I worshiped a different person as my teacher. It was a real learning art. It was very hard. The master had very few disciples, and the brothers were much older than me. No one played with me. I always I really miss the days when I was with my brothers and sisters."

"Is this a joke?"

"Ah."

"It's all your fault." Duanmu Cuiyu was not surprised and kept dying, "Can't you play with Mr. Bao and Mr. Gongsun? For example, Mr. Bao was thrown from the roof, and Mr. Bao pretended to be dead to scare you, while you were not paying attention. When I hold you down, I put you on the tiger's head and cut you clean..."

Zhan Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry at first, but finally he couldn't listen anymore, he turned over abruptly, and cut her wrist backwards: "You damn girl..."

Duanmucui was out of breath from laughing a long time ago, and originally wanted to make up Gongsun Ce, but now she laughed so hard that she couldn't utter a word.

Zhan Zhao suddenly gasped and let go of her wrist: "Duanmu, Kongming Lantern."

Duanmucui's heart trembled, and she raised her head hastily.In mid-air, the Kongming lantern made of bamboo strips and cotton gauze fluttered leisurely, heading for a high distance.

Duanmucui let out a sigh of relief: "Jing Rong is gone."

This was expected by Zhan Zhao: "Then she doesn't say goodbye to you?"

"Maybe she came to look for me before..." Duanmucui suddenly stopped talking.

At that time, she and Zhan Zhao were playing and playing, completely forgetting about the things outside of her body, Jing Rong might have been here, watching them quietly from the side, and finally did not step forward to disturb them.

Zhan Zhao also thought of this episode, and was silent for a while, then suddenly thought of something, raised his head suddenly, and almost said in unison with Duanmucui: "Zhang Wenxiang!"

At this moment, Zhang Wenxiang may be the most relaxed person in the world.

He fell asleep on his back, and then turned over. The bright red wedding dress was full of wrinkles, and a large part of the front was wet with saliva.

Caixiu stood aside wearily, Zhan Zhao stepped forward to test her breath, and gave Duanmucui a reassuring look.

Duanmucui stared at Zhang Wenxiang, and suddenly became angry, walked over a few steps, and said loudly: "Hey, Zhang Wenxiang, you just fell asleep like this?"

Zhang Wenxiang's eyelids moved, as if they were about to open them.

Duanmucui gritted her teeth: "You married Jing Rong today, what did she say to you? She has already left, and you can still sleep?"

Zhang Wenxiang frowned and turned over naturally.

Duanmucui was so angry that she couldn't speak, she stretched out her hand to pull Zhang Wenxiang's body.

"Duanmu!"

When he looked back, Zhan Zhao was leaning over and hugging Caixiu: "Let's go, send Caixiu back."

"Then he..." Duanmucui was unwilling.

"Jing Rong has already left, what else can't you let go?"

When sending Caixiu back, Zhan Zhao's movements were very light.Her family members are just ordinary people, and they can't hear the soft sound of the door and the deliberately light footsteps.

After closing the door and coming out, Duanmucui stood in front of the house waiting for him, looking up at the dark night sky, as if he was still looking for the shadow of the Kongming lantern.

"Zhan Zhao," Duanmucui didn't turn his head when he heard Zhan Zhao's footsteps, but still stubbornly looked at the sky, "Tell me, what did Jing Rong say to Zhang Wenxiang on the wedding night?"

"I knew I should have listened to a corner..." She murmured in a low voice.

"Didn't you hear it?" Zhan Zhao was surprised, "You didn't hear it when you said it so loudly?"

"Did you hear that?" Duanmucui was even more surprised, "What did you say?"

"Jing Rong said," Zhan Zhao frowned as if trying to remember, "The girl outside agreed to wait for someone to eat, but in the end she kept her in the middle of the night and didn't even give him a sip of water... ..."

Aunt Liu had already fallen asleep, and the noodles in the pot were lukewarm and had turned into lumps.

Duanmucui picked out all the shredded chicken, shredded ham, and diced meat in the bowl to Zhan Zhao: "This is for you, this is for you, and this is for you too." Then she looked at Zhan Zhao with a bowl of white noodles in clear soup, "Huh?"

"Yeah." Zhan Zhao thought he was telling him to eat quickly, thanked him with his eyes, and was about to eat, Duanmucui was in a hurry.

"Hey, I gave you all the meat, why don't you give me all the vegetarian ones?"

That's what the co-author meant, Zhan Zhao swallowed, and had to pick out the sliced ​​mushrooms and bamboo shoots in the bowl for her. After thinking about it, he felt a little unwilling: "This noodles is made of chicken soup, no matter whether it's meat or vegetables, It's all stained with meat, can you eat it?"

This question was raised very sharply, Duanmucui thought for a while, and said seriously: "I can bear it."

Then she started to drink the noodle soup with fearless patience and sacrifice, and she ate it happily. The bamboo shoots and mushrooms simmered in chicken soup tasted better.

Zhan Zhao stopped eating, and stared at her for a long time: "Since you've already eaten meat, it's an exception anyway, so it's okay to eat some more meat."

"That won't work." Duanmucui said that she was very principled.

"You've already drank chicken soup, so what's the difference between you and a meat eater?" Zhan Zhao wondered.

"Of course there is a difference." Duanmu Cui said eloquently, "It's like when I beat a person half to death or to death, do you think there is any difference?"

This is such a heinous fallacy, Zhan Zhao was moved: the team of gods is really uneven, maybe because there are so many gods like Duanmucui, people in the world think that they are only mediocre in the ranks of gods, and it is not easy to be a god. It is not so glorious, it is better to pursue wealth and honor in the world down-to-earth.

The two buried their heads in eating noodles by the faint yellow candlelight, halfway through eating, Duanmucui made another moth: "Zhan Zhao, I'm so pitiful."

"Where is the pity?" Zhan Zhao regretted after asking this sentence.

"Tangtang is a god, eating noodles here in the middle of the night, it's still cold." She put the ends of her chopsticks in her mouth, and began to look at herself, "Tangtang is a god."

"Besides, if I don't know you, I don't even have to eat noodles." Speaking of this, she suddenly felt that she should increase the interaction with Zhan Zhao, "Hey, Zhan Zhao, tell me, if I don't know you, I will What are you doing now?"

"Beg for food." Zhan Zhao answered quickly.

"How can I beg for food?" Duanmucui was dissatisfied, "How can I say that I also have a skill, I have been a general anyway."

"Then join the army?" Zhan Zhao glanced at her, "But unless you disguise yourself as a man, the army won't accept you either."

"Joining the army..." Duanmucui didn't want to start from scratch, "Even if a woman disguises herself as a man, she's still a rookie."

"You mean to be a general?" Zhan Zhao said to her, "Then you should marry into the Yang family."

"Which family is the Yang family?"

"It's the Tianbo Mansion..." Zhan Zhao was halfway through speaking, when he saw the girl's bright eyes, he immediately felt vigilant, "Anyway, you won't be able to get married."

"Why can't I get married?" Duanmucui was not convinced.

Zhan Zhao thought for a while, then slowly said: "Everyone in the Yang family has been engaged since childhood, you can only be a concubine if you kill yourself like this."

"That's not acceptable." Miss Duanmu has always been principled, "That's too embarrassing."

Zhan Zhao is speechless, it seems that being a concubine is a minor matter, and humiliation is a major matter.

"I still have a lot of kung fu, so I can do street art if I have no choice." Duanmucui began to point out his other strengths, "But acting is too hard..."

"Or selling calligraphy and paintings, playing the piano, etc..."

"You can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?" Zhan Zhao was taken aback.

"Why can't I do it anymore?" Duanmucui was a little annoyed, "I've been in Yingzhou for 2000 years, what can't I learn in 2000, even if I'm a pig..."

She stopped in time, Zhan Zhao had a hard time holding back his laughter.

But it makes sense when you think about it. Many young people who become famous are soaked in only ten or twenty years of kung fu. Even if this girl is not smart, she has a lot of time. A painter can't become a calligrapher, but she can become a document writer...

Thinking of this, Zhan Zhao immediately looked at Duanmucui with admiration.

"What did you learn when you were idle and bored?"

"That's too much." Duanmucui snapped her fingers, "I have grown flowers, weeded grass, planted rice, ground rice, weaved cloth, pasted lanterns, weaved strips, ironed, wrapped Dumplings, even played suona..."

Zhan Zhao was shocked.

God, is this a fairy?The gods in Zhan Zhao’s impression, especially the female gods, should have fluttering sleeves, long sleeves that are good at dancing, and bright eyes that are good at gazing. In their spare time, they should go to spread the rain and listen to the fairy music. inability.

Immortal Cave Mansion, that is such an elegant and mysterious place, the wind blowing is fragrant, the rain is mellow, why do you just play some dirty things there?Are you a March [-] red flag bearer who is good at labor or a flower in the market selected by the public...

Duanmucui saw Zhan Zhao's thoughts, the upper world was a besieged city, and she was too familiar with the mentality of people outside the besieged city: "Zhan Zhao, do you think that we gods just draw pictures and play the piano when we have nothing to do? That's boring, and it's annoying to talk about it for a long time, of course you have to try something new. Do you know that Taishang Laojun, Li Er who rode a green bull into Hangu Pass?"

Zhan Zhao nodded, he had learned a few words of Dao that can be said to be very Dao.

"He circled a piece of land behind the mansion. He worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. He drove his green cattle to plow the land every day. After the harvest, he went to the mill to grind rice flour and made rice cakes by himself... To be honest, his book I don't quite understand it, but the rice cakes he made taste really good." Duanmu Cui showed a bit of fascination on his face.

Zhan Zhao didn't speak, he was still immersed in the pain of reciting the "Tao Te Ching" when he was young.I remember that at that time he secretly cursed that this scholar had better not know a single word, and lived his whole life facing the loess with his back to the sky. Unexpectedly, he had already practiced it in the upper realm.

"Taibai Jinxing is even more strange. He likes to hoop bowls, that is, smashed bowls, put them together piece by piece and put glue on the gaps of the broken bowls. The craftsmanship is good, but the business is not booming." Duanmu Cuixi He laughed, "We still like to use new bowls."

Before Zhan Zhao’s eyes, there seems to be a picture scroll of the life of scholars, farmers, businessmen, roosters crowing three times, green smoke curling up, people going down the fields, fetching water, and the long-drawn-out yelling of craftsmen holding bowls...

"Is there no one who likes poetry, songs, drinking tea and playing strings?"

"There are, but less." Duanmucui frowned slightly, "That's a lot of dirt."

土？
While Zhan Zhao couldn't laugh or cry, he felt a sense of absurdity in a trance.Everyone in the world wants to become a fairy. From ancient times to the present, thousands of words have been used to describe the leisurely, comfortable, elegant and noble life of the fairy Washington. Who knows that what the fairy likes is the most ordinary life in the city.That being the case, why not just be a mortal for the rest of my life?Or is it that after becoming a fairy, you can understand the world of mortals. Although it is suffering and troubles, only then can you show the true flavor of the world?
While thinking about it, the girl next to him woke up like a dream: "Zhan Zhao, I really can be considered an all-rounder..."

Piaofei's thoughts were pulled back immediately, and Zhan Zhao smiled slightly: "All-rounder girl, if you go out to find a job tomorrow, everyone will fight for it. When I come back, you must be a busy person in Kaifeng."

Duanmucui was stunned for a moment: "When you come back? Where are you going?"

"Today, the Holy Spirit is called to go out for a few days."

Duanmucui fell silent, put the bowl in her hand on the table, paused for a long time, and then said dully: "Then you haven't come these few days?"

As soon as he settled her down, he left her to go out, Zhan Zhao also felt somewhat apologetic: "I'll be back sooner."

Duanmucui stared at the soup bowl in a daze, feeling no appetite at all: "Then your body is not well yet."

"It's okay." Zhan Zhao comforted her, "Do you think I'm fine now?"

"When are you leaving?"

"Let's go tomorrow."

Duanmucui did not speak again, but was inexplicably irritable.

"Then, is it dangerous or not?"

She also couldn't explain why she suddenly got up as a mother-in-law.

"Just a little thing."

"A small matter?" Duanmucui didn't believe it, "Is it a small matter for the emperor's order?"

Zhan Zhao didn't want to hide it from her: "The Holy Majesty lost a concubine, so he sent me to look for it."

Duanmucui was not happy: "My concubine is lost, why don't you go find it yourself? Whoever finds it will belong to him, and if she finds it, I won't give it to him!"

Zhan Zhao knew she was speaking in anger, so he just smiled and didn't answer.

After eating, it was getting late, the night was fading away, and a trace of white came out in the east.

Duanmucui sent Zhan Zhao to the door, and leaned against the door frame to see Zhan Zhao's figure hidden at the end of the alley.

He raised his head and reached out to dial the copper calyx bell hanging on the door lintel. The bell's sound was muffled at first, but finally revealed the voiceless sound of a bell.

Duanmucui was a little sleepy.

It was a long day. She remembered that at the beginning, she was still at Li Nianqing's house, and then she was brought here by Zhan Zhao, and then she was a little annoyed about who the house was prepared for, and then Caixiu appeared , and finally worked all night for Jing Rong and Zhang Wenxiang's marriage...

Things happened one after another, so much so that she had already forgotten most of the things that happened that day.

Or not to forget, just too lazy to think about it.

Now she only wants one thing, hope that Zhan Zhao's trip goes well and he can come back sooner.

(End of this chapter)