Rebirth III: Sword Spirit Goldfinger

child to go. "

I said: "Okay. Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with her. It's just that I'm afraid it won't work just by persuading her. At least she has the status of Mrs. Tai, so she can't justify not appearing at Mrs. Zhen's birthday banquet. I will go later." Give her a dose of medicine, and sprinkle it into her room the night before the birthday party, so that she won't be able to get out of bed the next morning, and then she will be able to escape the catastrophe due to illness."

Jiang Feng nodded, and swiped twice more, still feeling that Mrs. Zhen was too sinful, so he couldn't help but said, "Let's go to dispense the medicine now."

According to the principle that a sword follows its master, I have no way to refuse any of Jiang Feng's requests.Besides, this time, I am also willing.Jiang Feng's temperament is also very aggressive, and he wanted to do it as soon as he said it, so he directly pulled me to abandon the boat, and flew to the shore on the Qianyuan sword blanket.

Because although Zhenjiazhuang is called Zhenjiazhuang, its scale is no different from that of a small town, and it is almost self-sufficient.We asked someone where the pharmacy in the village was, and the servant pointed us in a direction. It took us a while to find it. When we returned to Rongyue Lake after buying the medicine, it was already sunset.

There was a warm orange light glowing on the Rongyue Lake, and the snow-white Fantaolihua floated on the water like white lanterns with faint flames.We rowed back to the island in the middle of the lake, and went to pick up Ling Qinghan as promised, but we didn't expect that it happened that Mrs. Zhen sent someone to invite his little wife to dinner. He knew that Mrs. Tai was meeting Ling Qinghan at the Watching Wind Pavilion today, so he ordered The person who came to invite us invited us over, saying that he likes to be lively when he is old.

Because of Mrs. Tai, Jiang Feng had no affection for Mr. Zhen, an old cow, and didn't want to go at all. He had the word indifference written all over the faces of those who came to invite him.But Ling Qinghan agreed, and Mrs. Tai was also helping, so we couldn't refuse, so we had no choice but to bite the bullet and take a boat to the Beiyuan of Old Master Zhen.

I knew that Jiang Feng was unhappy, so he deliberately walked slowly and fell behind.I followed him and walked slowly, and when the people next to me were far away, I whispered a bad idea to him.

"When the banquet starts, I'll pretend my stomach hurts after taking two bites, and say it's an allergy. Will you carry me back?"

Jiang Feng looked down at me, lowered his voice and said, "You will be ashamed..."

I said, "I'm young, so I'm not afraid of shame."

Jiang Feng: "..."

Jiang Feng glanced at me, sighed a little, and said in a low voice: "Forget it. You like to eat the most. Let's see how the dishes are. If it doesn't suit your appetite, it's not too late to pretend."

I couldn't help covering my mouth and laughing.

Chapter 23 Guest Banquet

The current custom in Daye is to eat around the table, even when I held the annual meeting in Baiye Sin City.

But Mrs. Zhen is about [-] years old, and her behavior and habits are still in the old dynasty. The etiquette habits of the old dynasty are more conservative and reserved than today's Daye. Don't say that friends eat around the table, even husband and wife have their own sleeping halls.

Therefore, the dinner in Beiyuan is also eaten at separate tables, each with a food table.In fact, this is also beneficial, at least to avoid the embarrassment of everyone getting caught in the same chicken butt.What surprised me was that the dishes on each person's food table were slightly different.

Mrs. Zhen sat at the main seat, and the food table was full of vegetarian dishes, and the colors were very simple and elegant. From the point of view of a vulgar person like me, it can only be summed up in one sentence.Thinking about it, he was quite old, so he naturally ate some nourishing medicinal food.

This is also one of the reasons why I don't want to come here. I have become a sword spirit and I can't let go of my obsession with food, but you insist on pulling me to eat nutritious dishes. Isn't this mental abuse!

But this old Mrs. Zhen was more enlightened than I expected.

He himself is a vegetarian, but he didn't force us to eat together. Ling Qinghan was placed in the upper seat near his left. The main course was a hand-grilled mutton.I think this is because considering that their Bagua Valley is at the junction of Daye and Phaeton, Ling Qinghan's eating habits should also be influenced by Phaeton.More importantly, he was given an altar with burning knives that was incompatible with the Qingya painting style of the entire Beiyuan, and the old altar was sealed with mud, which was original.

Because Jiang Feng and I were brought by Ling Qinghan, the seats were arranged under him. The dishes Jiang Feng and I had were the same. They were a few famous dishes from eastern Fujian that were suitable for meat and vegetables. The taste was slightly sour and sweet. Just to my taste.The dim sum is served with a crystal clear bamboo shoot jelly, which is refreshing and delicious, both beautiful and fun.There is also a small plate of grilled mutton that is the same as Ling Qinghan's, probably because we are young, considering that we want to try something new and strive for heroism.

The most special one is Mrs. Xiao Tai, who is sitting next to Mrs. Zhen. The dishes on her food table are very bright, and the red dandan is shiny.I just remembered that they like spicy food in Dongting, and they like spicy food.This is exactly the opposite of the eating habits in eastern Fujian. The coastal areas of eastern Fujian have a lighter taste.Her dessert is a dish of shredded yam, and I feel that it is too sweet to be cloying, but seeing this little lady frequently moves her chopsticks, it can be seen that it suits her liking.

I thought to myself that Old Master Zhen is really a delicate and exquisite person.

There is also an old habit in the old dynasty, don't talk when you eat or sleep.

But before the meal, Mrs. Zhen kindly asked me and Jiang Feng a few questions. As usual, there were no new questions such as what is the name, where did we live, and which family did we study under.

But for such a question, neither Jiang Feng nor I can answer him casually. Jiang Feng was very indifferent and didn't bother to exchange pleasantries.I sat next to him, talking nonsense.During the whole process, only Mrs. Zhen asked me about our relationship, I paused, and when I was thinking about how to answer, Jiang Feng interrupted lightly and said, "He is my younger brother."

I talked nonsense, and then answered without thinking.

"Half father."

After finishing speaking, I wanted to give myself a slap in the face.Ling Qinghan was originally curious about the background of the two of us, so he listened very seriously, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard this sentence, he thought he heard that I was lying.Old Mrs. Zhen also smiled slightly, but I don't know if I heard it.

The dishes were gradually served, and he stopped asking us about our backgrounds, and instead asked some innocuous questions like what books we read and what we usually like to play.

He said again: "You don't have to be cautious, talk more. Jingwen married to our Zhen family to accompany an old man like me to take care of me. Our Zhen family has a little wealth, so we don't worry about wronging her for food and clothing on weekdays. The only thing is, because of her status and etiquette, there are no people of the same age around her who can talk to her and relieve her boredom. I also know that her brother Jinghai and Qinghan were very good brothers when he was still there, and he will be entrusted to him before he leaves. Let Qinghan take care of her and let her come to accompany me as an old man, Qinghan may be a little unhappy in his heart. I am afraid that people in the world are also laughing at the Zhou family, and also laughing at me as an old man who is disrespectful."

He said this, but looked at Ling Qinghan and smiled kindly.

Ling Qinghan lowered her eyes, didn't say anything, she acquiesced.

I thought to myself, it turns out that the lady's boudoir name is Jingwen.He also said, listening to this tone, this old lady Zhen is also a sensible old man, not like his eldest son who is famous for his fame, only for the four words of being romantic and happy.Could it be that there is something else hidden in this marriage between young and old?

Zhou Jingwen gently shook the Concubine Xiang fan in her hand, covering her red lips with a smile.

"Master, I'm not happy when you say that. I married into Zhen's family. Apart from eating, drinking and having fun with you every day, I just take care of my beloved herbs in Xianfangze. I'm happier than when I was in the boudoir. If this can be regarded as a grievance, then there is no one in this world who is not wronged. As for how the people of the world think, let them see, it is hard to become the superficial views of those irrelevant people, you have to stop me?"

Speaking of the last sentence, she even made a serious face on old Mrs. Zhen on purpose.

Old Mrs. Zhen laughed amusedly by her, and said, "Oh, you girl! You look at her, you all look at her. Sure enough, you have stayed with me for a long time, and how old you are to start talking She is so old-fashioned, how can she do this? It should be more lively! The clothes are all made of plain and old-fashioned materials. I asked the people below to cut a few fashionable skirts for her, and she was also pressed under the box. How nice!"

Zhou Jingwen turned her head away, covered her mouth and let out a soft snort, which was a little childish.She muttered: "If you dislike me so much, then you should divorce me and send me back to Dongting as soon as possible."

Mrs. Zhen hurriedly comforted him with kind words: "I don't dare, and I don't want to."

Zhou Jingwen said: "Then don't say those words again."

Old Mrs. Zhen hurriedly echoed: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything, I won't say anything."

Only then did Zhou Jingwen turn back, and solemnly said to Ling Qinghan: "Brother Han, I live a very good life here. I've told you hundreds of times, why don't you believe it?"

Then he sighed again.

Ling Qinghan opened his mouth, and said with a smile: "I believe it, when did I say I don't believe it. It's clearly because you don't believe me, but you blame me instead, I'm really wronged!" As he spoke, he went to open the wine jar Putting his hand on the altar and remembering that the host’s house has not yet opened the banquet, he said half-truthfully: "I think you are greedy for me to drink this altar with burning knives alone, and you deliberately talk so much to make it time for the banquet to begin." Delaying it a little further will also make the gluttons in my stomach hungrier. Mu Qingjun, you can't be so stingy."

Old Mrs. Zhen smiled and said: "You saw it. That's all, let's not talk, let's have a banquet."

Speaking of this, he picked up his chopsticks and consciously tasted a piece of vegetarian chicken in front of him—after all, he was the oldest and had the highest rank, so it was too embarrassing for him not to move his chopsticks.