Dressing up as a man: The Revenge Girl is 14 years old

Chapter 125

Isn't jealousy a woman's patent?Why would he?

I heard that A-Xia and that woman are very good, they are like glue, and they are as good as each other.

It is also heard that A-Xia dotes on that woman very much, he will give her whatever she wants, silk, silk, gold, silver and jewels, he will give everything to choose.

There seemed to be tens of thousands of horses galloping in Pan Qingjue's heart, and he couldn't rest for a moment, and it seemed that something was biting non-stop. It wouldn't hurt his heart, but it was continuous pain, just like the drizzle in spring, Smaller but easier to get wet, from the outside to the inside, and then from the inside to the outside, no one is spared.

Pan Qingjue thought: Does Ah Xia know?I am thinking about him.And I'm not crazy.

Today, Wen Zhimo wants to treat him to a drink, so how can Pan Qingjue not go.

He hurried back to the post house, changed his military uniform, put on a white robe, a jade hairpin randomly tied up his hair, and left in a hurry.He was afraid, afraid of seeing what he shouldn't see and hearing what he shouldn't hear, and he was even more afraid that his uncontrollable jealousy would erupt at any time, which would only push Yu Xia farther and farther away from him.

At this time, the frost is approaching, and the autumn is like the thickest pen and ink in the ink painting, which has already rendered the whole world. A few faint clouds block the gleam of the moon, and the earth is immediately covered with a mysterious veil, hazy, as if Through the love of gauze paper, one end cannot see the other end, even if this end writes love on the face, it will be in vain, what cannot be seen clearly will still be unclear after all.

Wen Zhimo is very good at picking places. Although this Ruxin Tavern is not the most famous restaurant in Nanxu, and it doesn't necessarily mean how mellow the wine is or how delicious the dishes are, it is better than quiet.This place deviates from the noisy bustling market, hidden in a small alley with few passers-by, backed by a quiet river.

From the private room on the second floor, Pan Qingjuan stared at the gurgling river under the moonlight. The sparkling and colorful scenery could purify one's heart.Having said that, Pan Qingjue didn't seem to relax much, and sighed one after another, endlessly.

Wen Zhimo is like this every time, my drinkers have arrived, but his treats haven't arrived yet.Pan Qingyu smiled helplessly, and sighed again.

"Guest officer, are the food and drink served now?" Su Mo'er, the owner of Ruxin Tavern and the waiter, looked at the handsome and extraordinary guest in front of him, and asked respectfully.

"First send a jar of white wine, some delicious cold dishes, as for the hot dishes, wait until everyone has arrived." Pan Qingjue ordered.Even if Wen Zhimo came, no wonder I didn't wait for him, because he was always late.

Su Mo answered, and backed out.

"Scallions and tofu, clean and white; belly shreds in cold sauce, big enough to hold; pickled bamboo shoots in cold sauce, spring new shoots; marinated goose, plus a jar of white dry. Guest officer, are these four side dishes ready?"

After half a stick of incense, Su Mo'er came into the house with the dishes.

Pan Qingjue looked at the thin young man in front of him, and he couldn't help grinning when he heard his amusing way of reporting the names of the dishes, "I already have the first three, so how can I say that?"

Su Mo scratched her head, and said embarrassedly: "I made the guest officer laugh, this braised goose has been thinking about it for three days, but I really can't think of anything related to the goose."

Pan Qingjue poured himself a bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and murmured, "I'll trade Huang Ting for a white goose."

"Success! Luzi goose, Huang Ting for white goose, Su Moer, thank you for giving me the name."

Pan Qingyu shook his head with a smile, and waved his hand lightly, motioning for him to back down.

(End of this chapter)