Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 26 What is the cover-up?
"It's unreasonable, my handsome young master is dressed like a beggar!"

Gongsun Ye looked at his own clothes, the dusty linen jacket, and the trousers that hurt when touching his delicate skin, his brows almost knit together.

"Can you keep your voice down, we're on the street right now." Qingyange said with a bit of scolding, rolling her eyes.

"Gong...Young girl, you don't want me to dress like this just to blend in with the local area!" Gongsun Ye tugged at the collar of his clothes with some discomfort, and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Qingyange glanced at Gongsunye faintly with her eyes, and slightly lifted her thin lips, "If you are not happy, you can go back."

"...I'm happy, I'm so happy!" Gongsun Ye forced himself to show a flattering smile when he heard Qing Yange let him go back to the boring inn.

Compared with letting him stay alone in the empty inn, he can still bear this tattered clothes.

"Miss, I didn't expect the night market in Liangzhou to be so deserted. There isn't even a single decent stall. It can't compare to the prosperity of the capital city." Qing Yuan walked aside, and her eyes looked around the deserted street. , she was quite emotional.

"Yeah, I thought there was such a luxurious inn in Liangzhou, at least the night market was not too bad, but there were no people around at all." Gongsun Ye quickly echoed.

Qingyange did not express any opinions.

Indeed, this supposedly bustling night market looks deserted. Occasionally, only one or two pedestrians can be seen, and some street vendors with small objects on the side of the road are clasping their fingers boredly.

The three of them, together with the guards who guarded them from behind, made up more than ten people and became the largest team on the street.

Finally, Qingyange saw a small noodle stall not far away.

A huge iron pot was licked and scalded by the flames, the soup inside was billowing with thick smoke, a small kerosene lamp was hung beside it, and there was a table of moderate height and floor stools in twos and threes beside it.

The stall owner over there was yawning boredly, his eyes were dull.

"Let's go, let's go eat noodles." The corner of Qing Yange's mouth curled up, and a trace of joy filled her eyes.

She used to order herself a bowl of egg noodles every time she ventured home, because it felt like home.

Naturally, the small noodle stall in front of her aroused her nostalgia.

"Ah, this stall is dilapidated, and the cooked food is not clean. I don't want to eat it, sir." Gongsun Ye's face was sad, as if the soup in front of him was not fragrant noodle soup, but Po Meng's soup.

Qingyange ignored Gongsunye's words, and directly led Qingyuan to the front of the booth, and called out kindly: "Boss, here are two bowls of pork liver noodles."

The owner of the noodle stall who was still empty suddenly heard a melodious sound like birdsong. He woke up instantly and looked up.

I saw three young people standing in front of me, among which the leading girl was the most beautiful.

A pair of eyes looking forward, light pink thin lips, bright eyes and white teeth.

Beauty is indeed a stunning beauty.

"Boss, two bowls of pork liver noodles." The beautiful woman's lips parted slightly like cherry blossom petals in March, and her clear voice sounded.

"...Okay, okay!" The owner of the noodle stall was overjoyed, and he hurriedly responded, and even warmly greeted a few people to sit down, "Girls, rest first, this side will be ready soon!"

Qing Yange sat down, took out a pair of wooden chopsticks from the iron bucket beside him, skillfully broke them into two pieces, rubbed the chopsticks intertwined, scraped off the small wooden thorns on the chopsticks, and then handed the pair of chopsticks to I bought Qing Yuan, and got myself another pair.

"Young girl, it's my job!" Gongsun Ye stood upright on the spot, looked at his empty hands, and complained loudly.

Qingyange propped her face, her expression was a bit teasing, "Didn't you say you won't eat it?"

"Even if I don't eat it, you still have to prepare it for me!"

Gongsun Ye sat down with his mouth pouting, his hands folded in front of his chest, his back was facing Qing Yange, his head was facing the sky, as arrogant as a peacock.

He was making such a fuss on purpose, trying to attract Qingyange's attention.

As a result, he sat for a few minutes but found that there was no movement behind him. He turned his face angrily, and saw that Qing Yange and Qing Yuan had already buried their heads in eating the hot pork liver noodles. Slip" sounds one after another.

Gongsun Ye: "..."

He really is a little cabbage that no one loves!
The vows and vows made when they got married back then were all fleeting!

"Boss! Bring me a bowl of pork liver noodles too!" Gongsun Ye waved his hand and said loudly.

However, the stall owner on the other side showed embarrassment, "Why don't you change, my lord?"

"Why?" Gongsun Ye stared angrily, why does the whole world seem to be against him today.

"Because the pork liver is used up..." The noodle stall owner held the rag in both hands and wiped it back and forth, his tone a little uneasy.

"It's only two bowls of pork liver noodles, why are they all used up?" Gongsun Ye stretched out his finger, pointing tremblingly at the two people who were eating happily, he questioned.

"To be honest, I don't have much business at this noodle stall these days, so I prepare one or two bowls of each ingredient." The noodle stall owner's forehead was densely packed with beads of sweat, he said honestly.

"Boss, I've been curious since just now. Liangzhou is a city with a large population. Why is the night market so deserted all the way down? Where have all these people gone?" Qing Yange raised her face, her gaze fell on On the body of the noodle stall owner.

The face of the noodle stall owner froze, and he said anxiously: "Girls, you are all foreigners, you can't discuss these things!"

"Well, we are villagers outside the city. Today we went to the city to buy daily necessities, so we simply stayed here." Qing Yange said the words she had already thought up without blushing.

The owner of the noodle stall didn't dare to continue talking, and turned to Gongsunye and asked, "Master, I still have chicken offal and glutinous rice noodles here, what kind of noodles do you want?"

"Why didn't you answer my girl's question? Is there something unspeakable?" Gongsun Ye looked at the noodle stall owner in confusion.

What's so secretive about this?
The face of the noodle stall owner was flushed, he wiped the sweat beads on his forehead casually with his hands, and then said with a bitter face: "You guys go away quickly after eating, don't embarrass the old man, there are old people and young people , some words are really unspeakable!"

Qing Yange just finished the last sip of soup, looking at the porcelain bowl that she ate so cleanly that there was no scum left, a bright smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Has Qing Yuan finished eating?"

"Yeah." Qing Yuan nodded.

Qing Yange stood up slowly, and gave Gongsun Ye a look, "Gongsun Ye pays~ let's go."

Afterwards, he led Qing Yuan away, and really didn't ask the noodle stall owner any more questions.

"Okay." Gongsun Ye subconsciously went to take out the money bag, and put a piece of broken silver on the table.

When he got up to chase Qingyange, he realized it later and complained loudly: "Qingyan Pavilion, you sinister and cunning woman, I didn't eat anything and you asked me to pay the money! Hurry up and pay back the money!" !!"

The noodle stall owner finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the people leave.

(End of this chapter)