The most cattle country medical concubine

Chapter 465 Let the concubine and the prince go back to Beiyan (2)
Looking bored at the hot tea in front of him, hearing the continuous laughter around him, he always turned his head to look at her annoyed.But I saw that her concentration was already attracted by the busy traffic under the window sill.At that moment, Hei Hei's complexion relaxed, and he asked her softly, "What are you looking at?"

"There is a group of people walking on stilts below. I wonder what kind of festival this is. How come there are people walking on stilts?" Li Min looked at the bustling crowd on the street under the window sill and said emotionally.

It's so lively, it's hard for her to see such a lively night market in modern times.Maybe you can see it when holding festivals in modern villages.However, where can I find activities like this every day and night?

Every night in the capital, around this time, there is a float tour activity, especially on the first or fifteenth day of the lunar new year, the most beautiful girl who is full of flowers will sit on a sedan chair carried by ten people, wearing a veil, for tourists Smell the aroma but not the noodles.

He finally understood her words, stretched out his arms, put them on her waist, and said: "If you like, I have time to go out with you more. It's just that the last time I came out was during the day, I see you Lack of interest."

When I went out to play with him last time, I happened to meet that pair of male and female, and I lost all fun thoughts.

"At night." Li Min didn't act coquettishly, "There are many things during the day, and the prince has to be busy with business. At night, when you have nothing to do, it's not bad to sit and drink tea together."

The two of them spent very little time together.The main reason is that both of them are busy, and they have to be busy with everything.Sometimes, at the end of the day, she didn't even see him.She was often asleep when he saw her.

The stubble on her chin could not help sticking to her forehead.

"Growing a beard again?" she said in surprise.

Isn't it just scratched?Uncle is uncle.

Zhu Li stretched out his hands to hold her tightly, feeling her body was warm and warm, like a fragrant pillow, and whispered, "Can you be a man without a beard?"

makes sense.Long beard is a man's patent, otherwise it becomes sissy.At this point, he stretched out his fingers playfully and pinched his chin like itching.

When the shopkeeper personally brought in the singer Xiaosheng, the two of them separated and sat in a well-behaved manner.

Zhu Li coughed lightly, looked up at the shopkeeper: "This is—"

"The four famous dancers in the capital, the Tsing Yi who sang the Pearl of the Sea, Lan Yanfang. And his new apprentice, Huaerhong, the new star Huadan."

After being introduced by the shopkeeper, the young man brought a seven or eight-year-old boy and bowed to Zhu Li and his wife: "Caomin greets you and your wife."

I didn't expect my husband to come here for real, and it would be nice to have the opportunity to listen to ancient operas. I remember that although the old eight was annoying last time, the pipa girl who was invited was really good at singing.

The old man who played the tune for Hua Dan walked in, bowed in the same way, and then sat on a bench with an erhu on his lap, babbling and pulling up.First, the young men came to a famous Chinese opera in the garden to startle the dream.Then there is the eight-year-old boy and junior chorusing, and there is another cow-herding song. The childish voice of the boy sounds like a spring breeze blowing warmth in a cold room.

Li Min felt a little fascinated after listening to it for a long time.The young servant came through the beaded curtain to serve dishes, including Linglong Jade Dumplings, Longhuang Fried Buns, and two bowls of old-fashioned white porridge.

This life is really extravagant, and she almost mistakenly thought that she really came to ancient times to enjoy the life of a rich wife.Think of her as a doctor in modern times, and her life is nothing more than that of a thrifty wage earner.I had to save a few hundred dollars to watch a show. I bought a ticket for a remote seat at the National Center for the Performing Arts. I looked at the actors on the stage from a distance. After watching a show, I couldn’t even see the eyebrows and eyes of the actors on the stage .Where is it as close as it is now, you can call a famous actor to sing anything for yourself, just order a song.

Khan to death.It seems that the modern president does not have this privilege.

The man next to him seemed to have long been used to this kind of rich life, and it was unusual for a prince and noble to be pampered since he was a child.Thinking about the last time I met with those princes, the singing voice of the pipa singer was like the sound of nature, but only the ninth master was intoxicated by it, and the rest of the people had their own thoughts, and they might be torturing in private without knowing how many times they fought appearance.Which one really listened to the singing, maybe not.

Prosperity and wealth are closely related to power.Once the power is lost, these privileges are nothing more than a flash in the pan. When one wakes up from a dream, one will either spend time in prison or be directly put on the guillotine.

Glancing secretly at the unfathomable side face of the man beside him, he wondered if he was also thinking about whether he was dreaming when he was listening to Dreams in the Garden.

After the song was over, he said to the people below in an understatement tone, "Give me a reward."

The master gave the silver really readily, like sharpening a knife, splashing, a few taels of silver were thrown out like this.The singer hurriedly bent down to pick up the silver, held it in both hands, and knelt down to kowtow.

"Ma'am, how about eating and listening?"

He suddenly turned his head and said to her.

Li Min seemed to have just woken up from a dream, nothing in his bowl was touched.No wonder he was unhappy, he spent the money to let his child eat, but who would have thought that his child's mother would become distracted while listening to the music, and forgot to feed the child.

This man really wasn't paying attention to Qu Zi at all just now.

He took a dumpling with his chopsticks and bit it slowly one by one, and said, "My lord, what did you think of that dream in the garden just now?"

"Almost." Still those three casual words.

Pretentious, obviously did not listen.

Seeing that she finally ate a dumpling for dinner, which was a little better than the half bowl of porridge at noon, he nodded in satisfaction, not afraid to tell her the truth: "This king actually doesn't know anything about elegant things. You ask me to listen, but I can't listen to you." I understand what he sang. The most miserable thing when I was a child was to accompany my father into the palace and watch the opera with the emperor and queen mother. I don’t understand what he sings on the stage, and we don’t understand what Wu sings.”

"Isn't the prince good at martial arts?"

How come you can't even understand Wudan's play?

"Those are fake. If they are really put on the battlefield, I think they will die."

Li Min laughed so hard that he lost his mind, but looking at his depressed face, it was difficult to spray tea on his face face to face.

He is depressed enough, a rough guy who only knows how to fight and kill, and has never been used to pretending things.He even described going to the theater as the most miserable thing in the world, maybe this man is the only one in the world who can say it.

However, does he know that with his face, he is not afraid of being spit on and becoming a nympho when he is actually singing on the stage.

(End of this chapter)