Give you a spring

"Where are we going?" He Zhou and Heping Wei got into the carriage together, opened the curtain to talk to the coachman, and turned around to ask.

"Let's go to Yuzhai Building," Ping Wei said, "It seems that I heard people say that the dim sum there is delicious."

He Zhou raised his eyebrows, told the driver his destination and returned to him, "Don't you want to meet that storyteller?"

"Both," said Ping Wei, with eyebrows frowned, "I want to eat snacks, but also want to hear his stories."

"Why do you love food so much?" He Zhou let out a helpless smile on his lips. He touched Ping Wei's flat stomach, "I just finished lunch and wanted to eat something else. I haven't seen you get fat before."

"Isn't that good?" Ping Wei leaned against him, letting him grope at her, "I don't want to become a big fat man."

"Indeed," He Zhou hugged him, kissing and kissing again and again, "You look good now."

Ping Wei smiled in his arms, the two of them fought for a while, the carriage stopped steadily, and He Zhou lifted the curtain beside it——the words Yuzhailou appeared in front of his eyes.

"Let's go," Ping Wei got off the carriage.

"Are you two here for snacks or lunch?" Seeing a guest coming in, Xiao Er immediately greeted him and asked.

Ping Wei didn't answer, but asked, "Is your storyteller still there?"

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that it turned out that it was a special guest who came to listen to the story. He turned his body and signaled him to go to the second floor, "It's still there, but the upstairs is already full of customers."

Just as Ping Wei was about to go upstairs, he stopped when he heard the words, what do you mean?

He Zhou frowned, and Xiaoer said with a sneer, "Although the second floor is full, some guests have reserved seats and haven't come yet, you two can... add some money to buy that seat."

Ping raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then if someone wants to get a seat in this way when we are halfway seated, will we be driven away?"

"No," Xiaoer said, "as long as your price is high enough."

...It is true that if you have money, you can do anything, Ping Wei glanced at the other party helplessly, and He Zhou took out a bag of silver from his arms and threw it over.

Xiao Er caught them, weighed them, and immediately smiled, leading them to the second floor.

The second floor of Yuzhai Building is very spacious, there are about six tables, and a lot of people are scattered here and there.

Xiaoer took them to a table in the middle, "Your seat is here, facing Mr. Zhao, and he will be here in a quarter of an hour. Do you need anything to eat? I'll let the kitchen do it."

Ping Wei and He Zhou sat down, thought for a while and asked, "What kind of dim sum are you most famous for? Bring them here."

"There are about seven or eight kinds, is that okay?" Xiaoer asked.

"Yes," Ping Wei said without hesitation, if you can't finish eating, you can take it home for supper.

In this way, I can also eat delicious snacks tonight, Ping Wei is a little happy, the corners of his mouth are raised uncontrollably, when He Zhou next to him sees it, he can't help but reach out and poke his cheek, "So happy?"

"Well," Ping Wei replied, and then looked at the crowded places around him, "This Mr. Zhao is really popular, so many people came to cheer, I thought we wouldn't see him today, the last time I entered early in the morning Cheng heard him talking, why is he still talking at noon today?"

"Maybe he also got up late today, so he can't come here in time?" He Zhou thought of Pingwei's bad habit of sleeping in, and teased him.

"Shut up," Ping Wei glared at him, then asked again, "What do you think he's going to say today?"

"I don't know," He Zhou replied casually, he had no interest in it, and he didn't intend to listen to the story later, he just wanted to concentrate on watching Ping Wei.

"You..." Ping sighed with a smile, not knowing what to say about him.

During the speech, Mr. Zhao came. Everyone first applauded enthusiastically, and then sat quietly in their seats to listen to him.Pingwei had heard other people's storytelling in Yu'an before, but it was not as popular as Mr. Zhao, and there was no second floor of a teahouse dedicated to him. It was just a few stools and a table on the street, standing in front of him and giving lectures at will. That's all.

Throw a few copper coins into the bowl in front of the husband if you like it, and walk away if you don't like it, why spend money to book a seat for it.

Ping Wei was somewhat looking forward to it, thinking that he talked about Liu Qianjin being killed that day, and also about the second prince's disaster relief, wondering if he would talk about the palace secrets today.

However, he was disappointed. What Mr. Zhao told this time was a story similar to Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio - a poor boy from a mountain village once went to the mountain to collect medicine and met a beauty who looked like a fairy. He fell in love with her at first sight. He also likes him very much. The poor boy brought her back to the village. The two were planning to live happily together. Unexpectedly, a bully in the village also fell in love with the beauty. One day, while the poor boy was out, he sneaked into their room to plot against the beauty. .

However, when he opened the door, he saw a fluffy tail on the ground—it turned out that this beauty was transformed by a fox.

The bully turned pale with fright, and ran outside to tell the villagers that everyone worked together to knock down the beauty, cut off her tail, and burned her alive.

After the poor boy came back, the house was empty.

Like a lucid dream.

After Mr. Zhao finished speaking, all the audience sighed.

Some people said that the beauty is very pitiful, some felt sorry for the poor boy, and naturally some scolded the bully. Everyone talked a lot, but Mr. Zhao at the front had a calm expression, holding a cup of tea and looking at the various living beings below.

Ping Wei doesn't like this kind of story very much. Firstly, he thinks that the poor boy and the fox demon can see each other. It's a bit weird. It's not that the two sides are bad, but that the world and the background of each other are different. , even if it is love at first sight, it will not last long. Secondly, there is something wrong with the logic of the story. The bully found out that the beauty was a fox demon and was not killed by the other party. Standing up to kill, this beauty is unbelievably weak.

However, He Zhou felt that this story was very interesting. He looked at Ping Wei and seemed to have something to say.

"What's wrong?" Ping Wei asked.

He Zhou said, "I'm thinking...if I get into the story, which character will it be."

Ping Wei followed him to think for a while, "Hmm...a bully?"

He laughed out loud as he spoke.

He Zhou touched his face, "Okay, then you are a beauty, the fox demon who can fascinate all living beings."

Ping Wei smiled, "Then you want to burn me to death with others?"

"I'm not willing," He Zhou said, "I'll get rid of that poor boy and marry you, okay?"

"In case I don't follow, I like that poor boy."

He Zhou raised his eyebrows, quickly raised his eyes and glanced around, seeing that no one noticed them, he opened his mouth and bit Pingwei's ear, "What's wrong with me?"

"Itchy..." Ping pushed him away with a smile, covered his ears, and looked up at the high platform. He happened to meet Mr. Zhao's probing gaze. He quickly sat down and said to He Zhou, " Don't make trouble, the storyteller is watching."

"Just look at it," He Zhou didn't care much.

"Do you know who is behind him?" Ping asked with a smile, writing two words in his palm.

He Zhou immediately raised his eyebrows, "It's him?"

"Yes," Ping Wei looked up and smiled politely at Mr. Zhao, but the other party didn't know if he saw it, and left after telling a story.

"Do you want to ask him?" He Zhou looked at his figure and said, "Maybe he will know about the First Prince and Shi Zongxi."

"No," Ping Wei said, "If he wants to say it, it's the person behind him who signaled it. I don't think that person will want to tell us."

"That's right, you and him are not as close as you and I are," He Zhou said, wrapping his arms around Ping Wei.

Ping looked at him with a smile, "I don't know whether I should be happy or unhappy about what you said."

"Of course I'm happy," He seemed very excited, and wanted to say something "daring", but the food ordered by the waiter in front of him was served. A basket of dim sum was put on the table, including steamed crispy cheese with sugar, Steamed chestnut flour cake with sweet-scented osmanthus, acacia soup, auspicious fruit, lotus leaf soup, emerald celery shrimp dumpling and abalone bowl, all of which are exquisitely presented.

Xiao Er introduced each dim sum. He Zhou was very interested in the acacia soup, so he took a small spoonful and tasted it.

Ping Wei looked at him from the side, "How is it?"

"Sweet, it seems to have lilies in it," He Zhou didn't like the taste, frowned, and put down the spoon.

"Shall I try it?" Ping Wei leaned over, and He Zhou fed him a spoon, "Hmm...the taste seems a bit weird," Ping Wei said.

"It shouldn't be called that name," He Zhou sighed.

Ping smiled, put a shrimp dumpling into the bowl, and bit off half of it after cooling down, his eyes lit up immediately, "It's delicious!" He looked at He Zhou, "Would you like to eat it?"

"No," He Zhou doesn't love food as much as he does. He is still holding on to his lunch. He sits by the side and watches Ping Wei eat, and occasionally whispers a few words. For more than an hour, it was extremely comfortable.

Ping Wei packed away the leftover snacks and ordered more shrimp dumplings, "You can share them with Uncle Xu when you go back," he was referring to the other servants.

"Okay," He Zhou walked out of the teahouse with him carrying the big box of snacks, "Is there anywhere else to go, or should we go home now?"

"Well... I want to go shopping again, it's rare to be free," Ping Wei asked him to give the box of things to the driver, and told him to go back to the other courtyard first, and they can walk home by themselves later.

After the coachman got the order, he drove the carriage back first, while Ping Wei and He Zhou walked on the street.

"It seems that more people have entered the city in the past two days?" He Zhou sideways avoided a passerby, looked at the unusually busy surroundings, and turned to look at Ping Wei.

Ping Wei thought for a while, then asked, "What day is today?"

"The seventeenth day of the first lunar month, what's the matter?"

Ping Wei paused and met his gaze, "Five days later it will be the [-]nd day of the first lunar month, the day of the literary and imperial examinations this year! I almost don't remember..."

"Wen Kao?" He Zhou was still a little puzzled, "I remember the Martial Arts Examination was on March [-]th, how could the Palace Examination be so much earlier."

"Probably to prevent too many people from entering the city, right? The imperial examination lasts for two days, and many candidates choose to enter the city early to prepare, plus..." Ping Wei paused, and gave him a suspicious look , "Da Qi puts more emphasis on literature than martial arts, and it may be that the time for the literary exam is arranged much earlier than the martial arts exam."

He Zhou raised his eyebrows when he received his gaze, "What are you doing? Back then you forced me to go to a private school, and it's not like I didn't work hard."

Ping smiled, when he just picked up He Zhou, he hadn't gone to school, didn't know how to write, he was very cruel, he had been wandering for a few years, he knew how to fight, and he forced him to study for a few years Book, he squeezed He Zhou's arm, "You're too shy, every day when you go to bed in class, the teacher asks you to get up and recite the book, but he ignores him and talks back."

"I said I would, but he didn't believe me, so he insisted on me recite it." He Zhou also remembered the scene of studying together with Ping Wei. At that time, the private school had arranged seats for each person, but he insisted on Ping Wei. Sitting together, the classmates are afraid of him, just look at the person next to Pingwei, and the other person immediately takes the book and leaves, so He Zhou sticks to Pingwei every day, the other party is studying hard and he is sleeping seriously. He sleeps less, maybe because he sleeps too much when he was young.

"I know you have a good memory," Ping glanced at him with a smile, "Obviously you are talented but you don't need to work hard."

"I work hard," He Zhou rehabilitated himself, "I still remember all the poems and articles I learned before."

Ping raised his eyebrows slightly, and immediately said, "Then you go to the palace examination? I'll let you try it through the back door, it should be okay."

He Zhou laughed lightly, "No, what am I here for the exam, and I won't be an official in the court."

"That's right, after all, I don't seem to have taken the literary exam," Ping Wei suddenly remembered what he had been doing in the past few years, and looked at the street with people coming and going. Maybe there were several candidates on this street, and couldn't help sighing Said, "Han Chuang has studied hard for more than ten years just for the palace exam five days later, the examinees are also very hard."

"Well," He Zhou nodded, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Do you think someone will cheat in it?"

"I hope not." It's hard to say about such things, Ping Wei said softly, "I don't know who Chongdi will let this year be held."

"Will he let you do it?"

"Probably not. I have only entered the palace not long ago, and I don't know much about those things. This year, Xie Lianzheng should be here to hold the event."