That little fly

Emperor Jiayou looked at the pictures of smiling ladies with flowers on the wall, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "Jinhe, I told you about that little flying sky, hehe, I finally kicked the iron plate today, you I didn't see it, just now in Danfeng Pavilion, Zhao'er made that little one docile with a few words... They only met so many times when they were children, I really didn't expect it to be so many years, The relationship can still be so good, tell me, is this fate... No, it should be called one thing descending one thing."

The lady in the painting is dignified and gentle, with a smile that never disappears all year round, so beautiful and gentle.This is Mrs. Fuqu, Ji Zhao's mother. Although they can't be called "young couples and old companions", Emperor Jiayou always used to go to Fuqu Palace to chat with this intelligent and gentle woman when he had something to worry about. nagging.After the death of Mrs. Fu Que, this habit has not changed.

It has been seven years since Shui Qingqian grew up in the imperial capital, and it can be said that Emperor Jiayou brought him up personally.And this group of sons and grandchildren are so close to the water, no one has established a deep friendship with Shui Qingqian.They couldn't even handle a ten-year-old Xiaodoubao. What about the low-key and terrifying Ningrenhou Mansion?No matter why the friendship between Ji Zhao and Shui Qingqian is so deep, he is currently the only one who has managed to get in touch with Ning Renhou, and when Shui Qingqian is in trouble, he can still make him obedient, alas, such a rare skill.

East Twelfth Street,

Shui Qingqian looked at the thatched noodle stall in front of him, and had the urge to grind his teeth: "This is what you said, the best restaurant in the entire imperial capital?"

Shui Qingqian originally wanted to blackmail Ji Zhao to take him to the flower boat to listen to the actors singing a little song, but as soon as the claim was made, Ji Zhao's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and Shui Qingqian was so stunned that Shui Qingqian did not dare to continue grinding.Then Ji Zhao said to invite him to dinner, Shui Qingqian thought he would go to Tianxianglou, although in their identities, a Tianxianglou Ten Complete Banquet is nothing special, but at least, it looked like a serious apology, and it turned out...

Have you fed like this?

Are you sincere?

Ji Zhao pulled Shui Qingqian, who was full of displeasure, and walked over to the empty table, "This is it. Shopkeeper, two bowls of duck blood vermicelli, and two more duck fat."

"Okay. Guest officer, sit down, Erya, serve tea." The waiter was a man in his twenties, and there was a little girl choosing vegetables. This is a family workshop-style snack bar.

Shui Qingqian looked around, the shop was facing the corner of the street, the wooden signboard looked weather-beaten, the wooden tables and chairs were worn red and shiny, but they were all wiped clean.Is this stall a time-honored shop?It is not time to order meals, but there are still two or three tables of diners under the hut. Shui Qingqian looks at the others. It seems that they are all a bowl of soup powder and a side of sesame seed cakes. It turns out to be a signature snack.

"Do you eat here often?"

"Of course not." Ji Zhao looked at this place with nostalgia, "I haven't been back for five years. Before that, I had a period of experience in other places, and there was also Qiangang." You can't do whatever you want anytime, anywhere.

"It's hard for you to find here."

"When I was young, my mother brought me here once." Ji Zhao missed it very much, and it was rare for him to have the opportunity to leave the palace at that time. I have to thank my grandfather."

Shui Qingqian didn't know what to say.Seeing the steaming vermicelli in casserole and the crispy dish, I didn't have much appetite at first, but suddenly I felt hungry.Ji Zhao pushed the plate over, "The duck fat should be cooked while it's still hot. It won't taste good when it cools. The duck blood vermicelli has just been rolled, so be careful not to burn your mouth."

The water is clear and shallow, put it on fire, put it in the mouth, feel the teeth touch lightly, layers of meringue will fall into the mouth, and it will melt in the mouth, very, very fragrant, nodding with satisfaction, "Well, delicious. So after that time, do you always come here to eat with your empress?"

"Only that one time." Ji Zhao also took a bite of the fire, and his mouth was full of the sweetness of the sesame pastry, just like in memory. "Later, my mother became ill and never took me out again." Later, Mrs. Fuqu passed away.

"Brother Zhao..." Shui Qingqian took his hand.

"It's been a long time." Ji Zhao smiled nonchalantly, and patted Shui Qingqian's chubby paw with his backhand.

That's what I said, but Ji Zhao should have been very young at that time.

I took a spoonful of duck blood vermicelli soup with clear water and tasted it, and it tasted strong.Therefore, this is the best restaurant in the imperial capital, bar none.

The afternoon tea was a special one, and they didn't pay attention to the food. They chatted while eating, Ji Zhao, a local snake, and Shui Qingqian, an outsider, gossip about all kinds of new things that happened in the imperial capital over the years.

"Xie Shanhu is really promising." Ji Zhao sighed. When he was a child, Xie Ming was a bully who specialized in fighting and causing trouble. Ji Zhao really didn't expect him to become the second Shao Mingchuan. Is there any allusion to the nickname? It sounds domineering."

"Where is it?" Shui Qingqian complained, "'Thousand people cut' you know? A famous teacher produces a high-level apprentice, Xie Ming got the true biography of Master Yan, so I called him 'Hundred people cut', and then I don't know how to spread it outside, It was passed on and passed on to become 'Hundred Wars'." Last year Xie Ming passed the examination of the Jinwu Guard and gained a great reputation, so he was naturally given the honorific title of Young Master.

Shui Qingqian thinks the nickname Xie Ming is quite reliable.The one who is unreliable is Yuan Mu, just because there is a lovesickness 'Mu' in his name, he was dubbed by a good person inexplicably by the nickname 'Mr. Lovesickness'.Speaking of Yuan Mu, this deserves a big exaggeration. "He took the first place in Enke last year, and it is not in vain that the officials specially opened a subject for him."

"Talking nonsense." Ji Zhao shook his head. The selection of an official is a major national event, and of course he would not set up a special course for anyone. It can only be said that Yuan Mu happened to show his face in advance.Otherwise, he should stand out in the next year's Chunwei Grand Competition.

"That's why I said that fate is destined. It's because one year in advance, Yuan Mu got married with 'Mr. Qing Xiao' in Lusong Academy. Well, after hearing that the two of them sang a song "Li Hen Tian" in harmony , and now they are in love and killing each other in the academy every day, and the two of them are fighting so darkly that the sun and the moon are dark."

Ji Zhao: What kind of words are they using?

Young Master Qingxiao is also one of the Four Great Young Masters of the Imperial Capital, and was the number one scholar in the last Chunwei Grand Competition.It's not unusual for a champion to come out every four years. It's just that this Qingxiao son from a poor family is the champion of high school at the age of 23. Being young means handsome, plus he is talented. Not knowing the taste of meat, he became the leader of Lusong Academy without hesitation. As soon as Yuan Mu entered the academy, he directly challenged this person's status.Yuan Mu came from a noble family, while Young Master Qing Xiao is a representative of a poor family, so it's not surprising that they got married.

Ji Zhao quietly listened to Shui Qingqian counting all kinds of gossip about various people one by one. Some people he knew and some he was not familiar with, but no matter good or bad, Shui Qingqian's few sentences can always outline a full-bodied person, Even Ji Zhao was silently amazed by Shui Qingqian's accuracy in seeing people.

The imperial capital is the center of power and money, where the richest dandies in the world gather, so there is the "Six Young Masters of the Imperial Capital"; the imperial capital is also the center of civilization and art, where the world's heroes gather, so there is the "Four Sons of the Imperial Capital" '.But no matter good or bad, they are the leading representatives of this generation, and they are the influential figures of this era.In the future, there may be more children who will become what people call "some young man" or "some son", and pass down such or that kind of wonderful stories.But Ji Zhao knew that no matter how radiant these people were, no one could take away the light that belonged to the person in front of him.The water is clear and shallow, and will never be arranged into the small group of "some young man" or "some son" and become one of so-and-so.He is who he is, unique. 'Gongzi', the title used to describe the young masters of all wealthy families, has become specific because of him: the son is clear and shallow.

Chatted happily, and relived the sweet childhood memories between his lips and teeth. Ji Zhao was in a particularly good mood. After taking a few mouthfuls of duck blood vermicelli soup, Ji Zhao stopped suddenly. He looked at the fire and then at the water. The lump of hair beside Qingqian, which was fighting with the duck fat, couldn't help but ask, "Luzi, what kind of animal is Yuanbao?"

"I don't know, I haven't checked. It doesn't look like its mother at all, right?" Shui Qingqian shrugged, "But I think it's a little pig, there's no doubt about it."

Ji Zhao stretched out his hand to touch the Yuanbao, and felt that his finger poked it in, and it got stuck softly, and he couldn't feel the bone when he pinched it. "Can it eat a whole fire? How big is it?"

Underestimated, right?People's Yuanbao eats fire faster than water Qingqian, Qingqian still has half of it in his hand, Yuanbao has almost eaten up a piece of duck fat fire, and concentrates on it, completely ignoring Ji Zhao's harassing big hands, and stuffed his head into his mouth. Rise.

"What is this?" Shui Qingqian surrendered to Yuanbao's endless hunger a long time ago, "One day I went to the kitchen to get some snacks, and it slipped in after me. With the effort of my paddle, someone gnawed half a cucumber .”

Ji Zhao poked Yuan Bao, but Yuan Bao ignored him. He was not satisfied with stuffing a piece of duck fat into his stomach, and now he was making trouble with half of Shui Qingqian's hand. After eating something, he sighed, "How come you don't have a personal servant by your side?"

"Is it necessary?" Shui Qingqian felt that it was weird that everyone was struggling for him since childhood.Houses with clean and shallow water are tidied up, clothes are ironed, gardeners are in the yard, cooks are in the kitchen, shopping, cleaning, sewing... each perform their duties.There are about a hundred servants in Ning Renhou's mansion, who take care of the whole house and take care of their family of four, isn't that enough?You have to pick seven or eight people to come out and hang around you all day, watching your every move with a few pairs of eyes all the time, just to do something that you can serve tea and play fans with little effort. Do you think this is interesting?

Shui Qingqian felt that the highest state of so-called serving should be in a place where he can't see, where all daily life is tidied up, and his private space is always kept sacred and inviolable.Shui Qingqian just wanted to say that he couldn't get used to their lifestyle, but Ji Zhao put down his spoon and seemed to have finished eating, then Xiao Shu from the next table bounced over like rubber, holding a hot towel in his hand , Ji Zhao took the towel and wiped his hands, Xiao Shu had already rinsed the cup, poured the tea, and handed it to his mouth.There was no need to touch his hands. Ji Zhao took Xiao Shu's hand, bowed his head and took a sip of tea, rinsed his mouth, and spit it into the empty cup held by Xiao Shu's other hand. After doing this twice, after rinsing his mouth, he wiped his hands clean Now, the hot towel is also cold, and at the same time as throwing it to Xiaoshu, Ji Zhao's hand waved slightly, as if to say: 'Forget it, go out, let's make up for it. '

Shui Qingqian held up two greasy kitten paws, dumbstruck.His "Privacy of Life and the Dialectical Relationship between Personal Servants" choked in his throat, and he didn't say a word.

However, if the water is clear and shallow, don't laugh at fifty steps.

Xiaoshu's eyelids twitched as he watched His Royal Highness Qin Wang, the first-class king, take care of a certain little one without pretending: he wiped his hands with a towel, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and then served him with his own hands, drank tea and rinsed his mouth, and watched it. The golden retriever mouse is full and scurrying around...