The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

The early morning of the twelfth lunar month can be said to be the coldest time of the day. Even the exhaled mist seems to turn into ice beads and stop in the air in an instant.

The day when Cao Yuzhang and others were executed was the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, only one day away from the Laba Festival.It stands to reason that the blood rush before this festival is a big evil, but no one jumped out to object, and some even applauded.

"My lord isn't going to the execution ground?" Wan Zixiao sat up from the bed, feeling sleepy despite being unhappy, "What are you doing here so early in the morning!"

Han Jing pressed Wan Zixiao back on the bed, pulled up the corner of the quilt and tucked it under the pillow: "It's still early, you sleep more! I'll be right here with you."

Thinking that Han Jing might have been sitting in the bedroom for a while, Wan Zixiao began to feel unnatural, turned over and rolled up the quilt tightly and ordered to chase away guests: "Go back if you have nothing to do! I don't like others when I sleep!"

Han Jing stood up in embarrassment, neither left nor stayed, dawdled for a long time and said cheekily: "Zi Xiao, look at you, what kind of temper are you having! You sleep with you, and I don't talk, how can I get in the way?" you?"

When Han Jing will be so clingy, Wan Zixiao inevitably has doubts: "My lord, what happened?"

"It's all right," Han Jing said in a vain manner, thinking to himself: Until Cao Yuzhang's handwritten letter is found, this king will never leave.

"Are you okay?" Wan Zixiao asked back, "I've never seen you like this before."

Han Jing sat back on the bed, patted Wan Zixiao's shoulder, and changed the subject: "It's Laba soon, this time I want to have a good holiday with you, just like ordinary people. Let's pick rice and beans together How about cooking Laba porridge by yourself?"

Although I don't know what kind of calculation Han Jing was planning, this proposal still hit Wan Zixiao's heart.He shrank himself back under the quilt and nodded vaguely.

The north of the city is considered the most prosperous area in Dadu, with everything needed for basic necessities, food, housing and transportation.Even if there is still blood in the air, it still cannot affect the joy and busyness of people before the festival.

The sun finally showed its face in the afternoon, and the chill was slightly suppressed.Putting on his regular clothes, Han Jing grabbed Wan Zixiao and ran all the way to the north of the city. He didn't expect that he would take the phrase "Let's pick rice and beans" seriously.

Grain stores are next to each other, and the rice buckets lined up in front of the store are full of common people. The waiter in a white kerchief stands on a high chair and shouts to solicit business. The deserted two people really couldn't get along for a while.

Once you leave the palace, who on the street will know whether you are Prince Jin or Master Wan?The white mist that he exhaled was sprayed on his face, before he could get disgusted, he was pushed forward and staggered, Wan Zixiao grabbed Han Jing's sleeve to stabilize his body.All the usual rules were left behind, Han Jing took advantage of his size and pushed left and right to open a "bloody road". After finally entering the store, he found that people were still sticking to each other, feet on feet.

Wan Zixiao straightened her clothes, and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief but was almost choked by the smell of sour sweat in the store: "Is this free for free? What are you squeezing!"

"What are you doing here if you're too crowded?! Looking for trouble!" The woman with the thick waist and fat hips in front turned around abruptly, shook the empty cloth bag in her hand and rolled her eyes.

Gao Zhan, who had been silently following behind him, suddenly flashed out, pressed the fat woman's shoulders and pulled them away.Wan Zixiao frowned, and shook her head lightly: "Don't be fussy! This eldest sister is right, there are indeed people who have nothing to do..." After finishing speaking, she still did not forget to raise her eyebrows at Han Jing.

He said he didn't want to, but the joy in his eyes when he first came out was clear, and he couldn't deceive others.Han Jing smiled: "I don't want to now? I don't know who talked about it all the way, maybe one and a half kinds of ingredients are missing."

Being grabbed by the braid, Wan Zixiao immediately turned her face away and pretended not to hear, but the moment she turned around, the corners of her mouth were unconsciously raised, as if she was tainted with everyone's joy, and she couldn't get angry with anyone if she wanted to .

"You will?" Wan Zixiao wandered back and forth, looking at the wide variety of rice and beans in front of him, his head swollen: "If I knew it, I would have brought a servant out."

Han Jing held up a small handful of rice and put it in front of him for a closer look, then rushed to Gao Zhan who was standing outside the store and said, "Do you know how to pick rice?"

Wan Zixiao couldn't help laughing out loud: "Pretentious! After watching for a long time, I thought I was an expert, but it turned out to be a pretentious..."

Elbowing Lord Wan who was about to continue his venomous tongue, Han Jing said in a low voice, "You should save me some face in front of the servant, understand?"

"Okay!" Affected by the festive atmosphere, Wan Zixiao was in a good mood, so he intentionally elongated his voice: "Master, how about we go to another shop?"

Overjoyed, Han Jing was taken aback for a moment, and laughed in the same place for a long time.Seeing that the purple-robed man was about to leave, he suddenly stopped him by the waist, and smiled at the shopkeeper who didn't know why: "Shopkeeper, my wife said we want all the rice!"

Thin is thin, and delicate is indeed delicate, but anyone with a discerning eye can tell that he is a young man.The shopkeeper, who was nearly sixty years old, stood up from behind the counter and stared at Wan Zixiao with wide eyes, completely stunned.

Wan Zixiao's expression changed instantly, she was forced to sulk, she shook off Han Jing's hand, and walked out of the store quickly.

Han Jing followed closely behind Wan Zixiao, muttering silently and not explaining to anyone: "My wife has such a temper, she is so awkward!"

I went into a few more grain stores, and spent a long time shopping around without finishing a street.Wan Zixiao lost her patience and frowned as she looked at the stack of orders in her hand.

"Don't worry about money?" Han Jing smiled heartlessly, and firmly grabbed Wan Zixiao's shoulders: "Buy with confidence, there are so many people in the palace, you can always eat it. What's more, the king has a lot of money!"

Wan Zixiao patted the "salty pig's hands" off his shoulders in disgust: "Look at the tone of this nouveau riche, the prince is changing his career to panning for gold or becoming a salt merchant."

"Then the salt merchant." Han Jing put his hand back without fear of death, and smiled lowly: "Who made you like Jiangnan. If you can't win the world in the future, it seems good to go to Peiliang and become a tyrant."

Joking and joking, the two were jostling with each other, when there was a commotion in the crowd, men and women screamed and parted ways, only to see a beggar-like man rushing towards them with a sharp knife in his hand.At the critical moment, Han Jing protects Wan Zixiao behind him.

There were still seven or eight steps away from Han Jing, and the accompanying guard Gao Zhan pressed the beggar who was about to commit murder to the ground.The disheveled beggar tried to raise his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth slanted and roared: "Han Jing, you want to pay in blood! You killed Lord Wanjin! You are still from the Wan clan! You will suffer retribution!"

Han Jing was shocked, and turned his head to meet Shangwan Zixiao's frightened eyes.