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The name is still the same, and the things are still the same!
But that doesn’t stop it from happening, this is an imaginary real world! ! !
In the 12th year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, Nanjing City.
Along the Qinhuai River, there is a lot of traffic and people.
Near noon, the door of Shixiang Courtyard where the courtesan Shishi of Yanlailou was pushed open by someone.
The boy, who was handsome but had two thick dark circles under his eyes, staggered and stepped out, holding on to the wall.
After walking twenty meters along the street, he turned a corner and reached Qinhuaihe Street. The young man looked back warily and saw that no one was following him, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Hey! A young man doesn't know how valuable gold is, but when he gets older he has trouble getting a stove pipe!"
"Jiaofangsi can't come again. Starting from tomorrow, we must quit sex and maintain health!"
Fang Jingzhi rubbed her waist, raised her pretty eyebrows, and looked up at the sun above her head.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, and the sunlight filtered through the branches at the top of the tree, casting mottled patches on his handsome face and shoulders.
Looking at the sun, it looks like it will be around ten o'clock in the future.
The sun is as hot as fire, and the sun is so warm that people can't help but feel lost for a moment.
It has been more than half a year since he traveled through time, and he is still a little uncomfortable adapting to ancient life.
Eat, drink, sleep with courtesans...
Although everything is so beautiful.
But there is always a sense of unreality.
He shook his somewhat groggy head.
I waddled to a small wonton stall along the street and sat down.
No matter how unreal it is, you still have to eat.
One pole and two small tables, this kind of snack stall is common on the streets of Nanjing.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man, who looked about thirty years old. His clothes were shabby and starched and turned white. He had a tired but happy smile on his weather-beaten old face.
Seeing a guest arriving, the man skillfully put the towel on his shoulders and stepped forward to greet him warmly.
"Young gentleman, I would like to have a bowl of wontons. Our wontons are made from sheep from the northern grassland, plus shrimp skin kelp made by the villain himself, and a few drops of old mature vinegar from Shanxi. It is fresh and tender. Delicious and stomach-warming!”
"Really? It's so delicious!"
Fang Jingzhi raised her head and stretched a little tiredly.
"That's not true. You will never find another wonton store on this street. If you eat our wontons, you will never be able to eat another one again!" the vendor boasted.
"Then let's have a bowl and let me have a taste of your craftsmanship. If you don't have braised shrimp oil, you won't be paid!" Fang Jingzhi raised her eyebrows and said with a smile.
"You keep your heart in your stomach, it won't taste good, and even a villain wouldn't dare ask for the young man's money." The vendor replied with a smile.
At this moment, a childish voice suddenly sounded from behind the man.
"Father, this brother is so handsome!"
Fang Jingzhi followed the sound and saw a seven or eight-year-old girl standing behind the man. She was holding the man's thigh, half of her face exposed, and looking at her curiously with a pair of big black eyes.
Seeing this, the vendor smiled, lowered his head and patted the little girl's head. He cupped his hands at Fang Jingzhi and said with a smile, "My dear, please forgive me. My wife has returned to her parents' home today. My little girl has no one to look after her at home. I have no choice but to leave it to my little one." If you bring someone out of the stall, I would be presumptuous to look up to you, Mr. Haihan!"
Fang Jingzhi waved her hand after hearing this, smiled at the little girl, and blinked her left eye.
"It's okay. Children's words are unbridled. What's more, I like to hear such truth."
Seeing the sugar vendor carrying a load passing by the wonton stall, he waved him to stop. Fang Jingzhi took out two cents, picked two naive candy figures from the stall, and stuffed them into the little girl's hand with a smile. inside.
"Little darling, I'm going to reward you. Big brother likes you, a good boy who likes to tell the truth!"
The man had made wontons at this moment, and he couldn't help laughing when he heard this, but when he saw the candy man in the little girl's hand, he hurriedly said: "Young man, you can't do this."
"There's nothing I can do about it. It's just two cents. Besides, I'm rewarding the little girl, not you..."
Fang Jingzhi touched the little girl's head lovingly.
The furry little head feels good to the touch.
Seeing this, the vendor stopped trying to shirk the situation. After thanking him, he turned to look at his daughter.
"Ning'er, why don't you thank Xiao Langjun quickly!"
Seeing her father's permission, the little girl timidly thanked her, then brought the candy man to her mouth with a face of joy, and took a careful lick. Her two beautiful big eyes suddenly curved into crescents.
When Fang Jingzhi saw this, she also beamed with joy. After pinching the little girl's chubby face, she lowered her head and started to deal with the wontons in the bowl.
The shiny wonton skin is as thin as paper and the fillings are delicious. When you bite into it, your mouth will be filled with juice and fragrance that will leave you with endless aftertaste.
He swallowed the wontons in the bowl in a few mouthfuls, feeling warm in his stomach. He felt that half of the life taken away by the oiran lady had finally returned to him.
While eating wontons and looking at the endless crowds of people on the street, Fang Jingzhi suddenly felt doubtful.
The Qinhuai River is a famous romantic place in Nanjing City and even in the Ming Dynasty. On weekdays, the most people gathering here are arty scholars and dignitaries who come to have fun.
Although it is noon now, it is not the busiest time yet.
But usually at this time, there are already a large number of literati and princes coming to have fun.
Although scholars despise prostitution in the daytime, they are often very honest in their bodies.
Today, for some unknown reason, although the doors of every brothel are open, they are empty and deserted. Even the bustle's call to attract guests seems feeble.
On weekdays, there are even fewer poor scholars who like to recite poems and write poems in the downstairs of various houses to attract angel investors.
What's going on? Where have all those literati and poets gone?
Have all the scumbags become moral models?
It’s impossible even to think about!
Fang Jingzhi frowned, turned to look at the vendor who was coaxing her daughter, and asked doubtfully: "Store, why is the Qinhuai River so deserted today? But what's new in the city? Everyone has gone to watch the excitement?"
"Back to Xiao Langjun, I heard that the eldest lady of the Yongchang Hou family was throwing embroidery balls to attract a bride, so many people went to join in the fun. If the villain's stall was not fixed here and he brought his daughter, otherwise they would also join in the fun. ." The vendor picked up his daughter and responded with a smile.
"Oh, that's how it is!"
Fang Jing nodded subconsciously, but then suddenly her heart moved and she raised her head sharply.
"Whose young lady did you just say toss hydrangeas to attract a bride???"
"She is the eldest lady of the Yongchang Hou family!"
At this point, the vendor suddenly changed the subject, and licked his lips unconsciously, racking his brains and searching hard for the lack of adjectives in his mind...
"This eldest lady of the Lan family is truly a beauty!"
Fang Jingzhi couldn't help but curled her lips and said, "Your vocabulary is so good. In future generations, if you weren't a top-notch little girl in the entertainment industry, I would stand on my head to wash my hair."
What is the true beauty of Gil? It should be the eight beauties of True Gil!
Take a look, although there is only one more word, the realm is completely different.
Hey, being uneducated is so terrible!
"How beautiful is that?"
"As beautiful as a fairy!" the vendor replied.
Lan Yu's daughter is as beautiful as a fairy?
A smiling face and a row of white tooth flowers appeared in Fang Jingzhi's mind involuntarily!
Why don’t I believe it!
As we all know, any famous general in the historical area who is handsome and can play will always be ghosted.
There are 51,797 historical works on Point Niang.
There is no book with Lan Yu as the protagonist.
This fully illustrates a problem - Lan Yujuebi is not handsome.
Maybe even ugly!
Genetically speaking, a daughter will most likely look like her father.
In this case, it makes sense.
Lan Yu is extremely ugly, and his daughter has probably followed him in appearance and will not be able to get married. She will cheat anyone she catches. Lan Yu will definitely do this immoral thing...
Fang Jingzhi gloated and cursed.
"Have you met the eldest lady of the Lan family?"
The owner of the wonton stall shook his head and said regretfully: "I don't have that chance. It's just hearsay. But I think the eldest lady who comes to the Marquis's house is better-looking than the oiran from Yanlailou. The villain was secretly watching One glance at the powerful courtesan, sizzling, those long legs, that face, that bear..."
Little brother, please wipe your saliva and don't lust after my young master's woman!
On behalf of Lan Yu, I would like to thank you for comparing his daughter to the oiran. He will definitely thank you if he finds out!
It has been more than half a year since he traveled through the Ming Dynasty. Although he is very curious about these celebrities in the history of the Ming Dynasty, Fang Jingzhi has no intention of making friends or clinging to them.
Although all the knowledge he learned in history class had been returned to the teacher, he knew it very well.
Not many of these fierce generals and meritorious deeds in the early Ming Dynasty survived to their graves safely!
Among them, blue jade is the most popular.
Wouldn't it be nice to live happily in the Ming Dynasty and be a leisurely and contented rich man?
If he was noticed by the emperor who liked to peel off his skin, he would definitely not die.
But the problem is that Zhu Papi is very understanding and kind, and he likes to force others.
What if he discovers my talent?
Is it so hard to think about it?
The 996 blessings are not enough. Do you have to be forced to pay a 999 salary?
Therefore, you should just live it up and sleep happily with the oiran. This is the good life that a time traveler should live!
After bidding farewell to the vendors, I was going to the drugstore to fill out two maintenance prescriptions and prepare to go home and replenish my skin.
We were able to get to the halfway point, but for some reason my feet refused to obey me.
Well, I can’t help but eat this melon from Lan Yu’s family.
Fang Jingzhi's melon-eating gene that has been flowing for five thousand years is ready to be activated.
Throwing embroidered balls to attract a bride is a grand scene that has never been seen before in two lifetimes!
A living, grown-up girl decided on her lifelong destiny by just throwing a ball. This is such a "good" idea that only a reliable person can come up with.
Let's not talk about poverty, wealth, age, age.
What if the winner is a man with a broken eyebrow, narrow eyes, a rough face, and an angry mouth?
Well, he is still a pure man after all.
But what if it’s a sweetheart?
Isn’t that disgusting!
Thinking of the fun, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and reveal a smile.
"It would be a shame not to eat this melon from the Lan family!"
