Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 708 I'm here to take the Second Princess for a walk, you guys can do whatever you want

In the northern area of ​​the palace, the unattended Hundred Flowers Garden has become overgrown with weeds and desolate. The ruins of the Chrysanthemum Viewing Tower are about to be buried by wildly growing green ivy and vines. Green leaves embellish the red walls, and the broken windows are covered with gray-white bird droppings. Every night, this place is a paradise for flies and insects. Every rainy day, fish leap and frogs sing, all of which are in their own way.

It was impossible to see the scenery of the Hundred Flowers Garden, but fortunately there was a small garden dedicated to displaying bonsai and strange stones to the north of Wutong Garden. Xu Fengnian was known as the number one playboy in Beiliang and had a wide range of hobbies. He kept a group of singing girls and built a music house called Chu Shu Di Tou. The Western Chu courtesan Yu Youwei, who could dance with a sword, was hidden by him in a room on the top floor of the music house with a silver wind chime hung at the door. The maid Huanggua was an expert in the pipa and Lu Yi was an expert in hand talk. It was obvious what kind of bonsai there was in the small garden.

Old pines welcome guests, wisterias fly crows, river maples are flaming, willows are weeping yellow, and temples are full of colorful and bizarre bonsai branches with yellow pine wood plaques on which are written some elegant words.

In front of the shed where the bonsai are placed, there is a grape trellis, covered with green leaves with purple tips. Green Ant, wearing a dark green long skirt with ruffles, sits on a swing under the trellis, holding the rope wrapped in red cloth with both hands, her calves moving forward, her embroidered shoes turning outward, over and over again, her green skirt and white shirt fluttering in the wind, and the strange fragrance attracts several colorful butterflies flying around her, making it difficult for them to land.

Chu Pingsheng was lying on a rosewood recliner at the back, holding the small white paper that Zhao Fengya had just picked off the right foot of the carrier pigeon. The recliner was shaking, and the words on the paper were shaking, making Zhao Fengya look left and right, feeling dizzy. She lost her balance when she pounded her leg with her hands, and pressed down, hitting a...

Eh? She woke up with a start and looked over curiously. She met a pair of eyes behind the note that said she was neither angry nor embarrassed. Her face flushed. She bent her legs and knelt on the blue bricks. She stretched out her white hands, shrugged her shoulders and lowered her head, biting one lip with a little panic. She glanced, glanced, and glanced again from the corner of her eyes.

"Beat me...beat me, but don't make me starve."

Chu Pingsheng touched the cane placed under the recliner, which he had used to punish Qingniao not long ago. He reached out and flicked Zhao Fengya's head. Zhao Fengya rubbed her forehead and gasped.

"Curious about what's written on it?"

Chu Pingsheng threw the note to her. Zhao Fengya took it and read it, blinked, blinked again, and continued to blink.

"Master Qilin? What does this have to do with Master Qilin?"

"Let me ask you a question. I am now a traitor colluding with the Northern Mang State Master Qilin Zhenren. If your father sends an army to attack me, what will you do?"

Zhao Fengya tilted her head and thought for a long time, then gave up.

"I'll think about it when he really sends a large army to attack you."

Chu Pingsheng almost hurt his waist because of her answer: "What kind of answer is that?"

"But I can't think of it now. If I can't think of it, I might as well not think about it. Is that wrong?"

"Don't you hate me for kidnapping you and forcing a princess to be my maid?"

"Sister Gua is right. We should distinguish between gratitude and resentment. You kidnapped me, but it is better than falling into the hands of Cao Changqing and his group of Western Chu remnants. As long as you don't punish me by starving me in the future, I won't hate you."

Chu Pingsheng felt that Huanggua had the potential to be a brothel owner and was good at persuading women to become prostitutes.

Speak of the devil, and here he comes. He was saying bad things about Huanggua in his heart. A figure flashed by the lattice window, sneezed twice, and then turned the moon door and let out a scream. He raised his hands, turned his face to the side, and crossed his legs, and fell on the blue bricks covered with fallen petals.

"Don't be anxious. Why are you in such a hurry? You must have fallen down if you were running so fast." Chu Pingsheng cleared himself of all charges with just one sentence, as if the fact that Cucumber fell down because of sneezing and was distracted had nothing to do with him.

"Sir, something terrible has happened." Huanggua quickly got up from the ground, brushed off the dust on her yellow skirt, and ran quickly to Chu Pingsheng. The green ant swinging on the swing next to her also stretched out her little feet, tapped the ground, stopped, and listened to the conversation between the two. A butterfly took the opportunity to land on the bun with a red hairpin, slowly flapped its pink and white wings, greedily enjoying the fragrance on her body.

"You asked Xu Xiao to build Tingchao Pavilion and open the secret manuals he looted from the martial arts sects to the world. Today, when I went to the street to buy flower dew, I heard some outsiders talking about how grateful they were to King Beiliang for generously opening the pavilion and giving them the opportunity to study. I asked them if they knew your name, but they only said that you were a traitor from Liyang who colluded with Beimang. Opening Tingchao Pavilion was clearly a righteous act by the young master, but it made Xu Xiao famous. It's really infuriating."

"I know."

"Master, do you know?"

Chu Pingsheng signaled Zhao Fengya to pass the note in her hand to Huanggua. The girl glanced at it and said excitedly, "Sir, are you going to let that old bastard Xu Xiao steal your reputation?"

……

A few days ago, a fire in Lingzhou City burned until nearly midnight before it was put out with the help of soldiers from the Yugu, Zhihu, Fengzi and other camps. The fire burned six blocks to the south and three blocks to the north from the most prosperous central street. Not many civilians died in the fire, but the economic losses were huge.

Whose fault is it is a good question. Cao Changqing was invited by the prince, and the maid was caught by Xu Weixiong. The fuse was that the passionate young people who were eating in Sandong Building believed that Xu Weixiong's humiliation was the humiliation of King Beiliang, and the humiliation of King Beiliang was the humiliation of Beiliang, and the humiliation of Beiliang was the green floating on their heads. A few plates of leftovers were like cucumber ants, and a few balls of saliva were spat at Lin Tanhua. The situation got out of control, and not only did they lose their lives, but nearby merchants were also implicated, and thousands of people were left homeless.

The condition of Prince Liang's palace was not much better. Tingchao Pavilion, Luotu Courtyard and Baihua Garden were all in ruins. Only Wutong Garden, the dining room, the tea house, the clothing bureau and other facilities used to ensure daily life and the servants' rooms were spared. Even a fool could see that the young master from Wutong Garden deliberately stayed behind to serve him.

Afterwards, the reconstruction work of Lingzhou City began. Li Yishan ordered five battalions of soldiers outside the city to enter the city to help in the name of Xu Xiao. For the affected merchants, the money on labor was saved, but the cost of building materials such as bricks, tiles, wood, mortar, etc. was the bulk of the cost. King Beiliang promised to share part of the cost, 20% to 30% at most, and the bulk of the cost was still paid by themselves. In addition, there was the time cost of a series of processes such as drying, decoration, and loading goods, which was really painful.

The location of Jia's Braised Beef Shop is a bit remote. That day, the distant niece of old Jia moved a water jar from a general's house into her own yard, stood on the wall in a gray skirt, and when she saw a fire, she poured a jar of water on it. The sunflowers were roasted and wilted, and her hair was singed. At least she saved old Jia's foundation and made a lot of money during the period of declining business in the city. Just like today, under the tent covered with tarpaulin in front of the counter, there were not only soldiers from the Fishing Drum Camp who were eating meat and drinking wine with their bare chests, but also the families of the damaged merchants who were sighing at the empty plates, servants from the general's mansion who were waiting for the maid to pack the braised beef, and the scholar who was drunk, holding a cup in his hand, and talked about the difficulties of King Beiliang with high spirits.

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"It's hard for the east and the west, rouge and powder are all gone, pavilions and towers are burned down, no one is harder than anyone else, the palace is hard, the army is hard, the prince and the prince are even harder. They heard and saw the torment we endured, but they couldn't speak of the pain in their hearts and couldn't shed tears, because Beiliang men must be strong all their lives, and we can't let the enemy see our weak side. The prince and the prince must set an example."

"The culprit of all this is that Lin Qing. He colluded with the remnants of Western Chu to murder the crown prince. Jing'an King Zhao Heng found out the truth and chopped off the heads of the rebels' entire family. He then vented his resentment on our Beiliang soldiers and civilians, colluded with Beimang's national teacher Qilin Zhenren, and wreaked havoc in our Lingzhou City, trampled on our Beiliang's dignity, and killed our Beiliang soldiers and civilians. His crimes are too numerous to list."

"A Beiliang man should know shame and then be brave, strive for victory, and kill this thief with his own hands. I, Liu Jiayou, swear today to abandon literature and practice martial arts. When the sword is completed, I will chop off the thief's head and take his heart and liver to sacrifice to the millions of Beiliang souls."

The scholar was thinly dressed and frail, holding a wine cup high, walking unsteadily under the tent, acting heroically and inviting people to drink. Some raised their glasses to toast him, some were afraid to see nothing, and some did not care. Old Jia, who was behind the counter, was in a dilemma as he blamed his distant niece for selling wine in such a troubled time. He didn't know whether to chase her away or not. After thinking for a while, he told his distant niece to continue packing beef for the guests, and carried a brass kettle with a long and thin mouth to pour water and offer tea to the scholar who was so righteous and sympathetic to the prince.

"See? That poor guy is sympathizing with Xu Xiao, and he is also a pillar of society who is worried about Bei Liang."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a carriage in the middle of the street. It had yellow corners and a red body, with cloud and black bird patterns on the carriage and the wheel tracks. The spokes were paved with white copper and decorated with silver threads. The window cloth was clear, which was derived from Suzhou embroidery. At this time, the bamboo mat with fish and insects painted on it in front of the carriage was unveiled, and a man in a green Confucian robe, as handsome as a jade, looked over with a smile. Behind the carriage, a pretty maid in a yellow skirt was holding a rope in her little hand. The other end of the rope was tied to the neck of a tall woman, passed through a deerskin collar, and a small slipknot was tied. Three silver bells were hung half an inch below. With every step, the bells tinkled, which was pleasant to the ears and the heart.

The maid in the yellow skirt led the tall woman to the front of the carriage, pressed her neck and kicked her knees. The woman fell to the ground, propped up her hands and knees. Chu Pingsheng lifted the hem of his Confucian robe, stepped on the woman's back and walked down the carriage. Looking at the long street, he sighed and said, "Xu Xiao's security work is not good. In other worlds, if a big shot of my level went out to stroll on the street, the whole city would be under martial law and plainclothes would be everywhere. This kind of emotionally unstable person would be arrested and detained in the dungeon as soon as he went out, not to mention making a generous speech."

Cucumber looked puzzled: "Another world?"

Chu Pingsheng smiled at her without any explanation. He turned his head to look at the pretty maid Lu Yi who walked out from the back. He held her little hand like a gentleman and also stepped on the woman's back to get off the carriage. There were a few wild flowers growing deep in the alley on the left front. The butterflies resting on the leaves flew out as if summoned, circled around her a few times, landed on her black hair, and gently flapped their yellow and white wings.

(End of this chapter)