The more you wear your sister

Chapter 26 Tall, rich, handsome, and soft girls are not my type

Liu Jinqing chuckled and begged for mercy: "Brother Yu is not afraid of pickling and hard work. Mencius said, 'Seeing his life, he can't bear to see him die, and hearing his voice, he can't bear to eat his meat, so a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen'. Brother Yu just thinks It is really unbearable to see chickens and sheep being slaughtered in the kitchen, and the blood and flesh are lying all over the place."

"Don't be so sour. If you want to eat it, someone will kill it. If you didn't see how it died, it has nothing to do with you?"

"Brother Yu would not think of deceiving himself or others like this, but he is worried that if he sees this kind of scene too much, he will not know how to respect life." Liu Jinqing said seriously.

I'm convinced. Although Liu Jinqing is not a monk or a layman, he is a Buddhist with a bodhisattva heart. He is not at all like his legendary political evergreen father who is resourceful and resourceful.

I used to think that since Wang Bazhi's son is also Wang Bazhi, and the general's son is also a general, the old fox's son must be a little fox.But after getting along for a period of time, I was surprised to find that although Liu Jinqing was flexible and clever, proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and full of talents, but his mind was very simple and kind. Fang Fangzheng is sharp and angular, not at all like Yang Jue and Xie Jin and his like who have been round and round in the political arena all year round.

According to what Yang Jue said, Liu Jinqing must have been ordered by the princelings to get close to me. I thought so at first, but later on I felt more and more that Liu Jinqing was either not sent on purpose at all, or she had completely taken care of her. The mission of the princeling and his father has been forgotten, and his "friendship" is just a simple friendship, and there is no intention of spying or wooing.Moreover, this person doesn't care about politics at all, and he doesn't care much about studying and being an official. He is clearly a second-generation ancestor who is not doing his job properly, and "wasted" all his extraordinary talents on piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and dancing.

He showed me the rich life of the second generation of Luoyang officials and literary youths. From time to time, he would invite three or five friends who are also arty, bring kabuki, find a beautiful place, recite poems, draw pictures and enjoy the scenery. He talked about some romantic topics, and he would take me to many high-end entertainment venues that are not open to the public, and eat a lot of food that the rich may not be able to eat.He also likes to bring a jar of good wine to me for a meal when he has nothing to do, give me a pot of peonies when he comes, and take a pot of orchids with him when he leaves, and he doesn't treat himself as an outsider at all.

However, I still like his temper, and I feel that he is as kind as the top student buddies.

He and Chu Feng are two completely different people, but when I see him, I often think of Chu Feng who is far away at the border.I would think, if Chu Feng hadn't suffered such an accident back then, and he was also the eldest son of the prime minister's family, would he have become like Liu Jinqing, with a good family education, well-read poetry, kind-hearted, gentle and amiable?

I silently imagined the elegant and gentle "Pianpian gentleman" Chu Feng who dared not kill a chicken, and I couldn't help getting goose bumps.

When I was still in the border town, Chu Feng once took me out hunting.He is very accurate with arrows, and every time he goes hunting, he can bring back a few foxes, rabbits, etc. He can shoot the antelopes on the grassland as fast as they fly, and once shot down the vultures in the sky with one arrow. .

In the evening when we returned with a full load, he set up a fire, skillfully skinned and cut the prey, and roasted it for me himself.He is very good at roasting meat. Every time I roast it, it is either burnt or raw, but he can turn the barbecue in a circle until it is burnt and fragrant, and then use a knife to cut the outermost layer of cooked meat into mine. In the bowl, go back and continue to bake.Each piece of meat he cuts is about the same size and thickness, and it can be eaten with sauce.

Just remembering the mouth-watering smell makes my mouth water.

For a long time, I deliberately didn't think about him, but now, from the smell of barbecue, I thought of the person who grilled meat for me. Once the faucet of missing was turned on, I couldn't stop it anymore.

I can't help thinking about the way he smiled, the way he was silent, the way he galloped and shot, and the way he protected me in the chaos... When I was by his side, although I experienced all kinds of ups and downs, there was always something in my heart. A place where I can find stability, but now that my status is high, my family is rich, my life is comfortable, and my future seems to be stable, but I feel that I am like a kite with a broken string, in vain.

How long will it take to forget him, why do I feel that I miss him more and more?

The smell of fresh lard wafted away, attracting a group of onlookers. Even the cooks of Prince Ning's Mansion heard the news, and they all sneaked over to help me and learn from me.

For the time being, I put away my messy thoughts, picked up the oil residue with the fence and mixed it with salt. Got two eggs and a plate of tofu.

They were all home-cooked dishes that they knew how to cook before, and I dare not say they were very delicious. At least the unique cooking method shocked the chefs of the palace.They frantically snatched most of the remaining cans of lard, and after only a few days, they developed a stir-fried dish that was much more delicious than mine. A month later, stir-fried dishes became popular in all major restaurants and restaurants in Luoyang, and the price of pork fat increased several times.

Unexpectedly, I became a pioneer of the times in this way.

Later, my influence in the capital grew, and I often led the trend of the times without realizing it, and seemed to have a tendency to approach the popular idol star.More and more people are paying attention to my every move, imitating what I do, thinking that it is a high-end and high-end "heavenly man" lifestyle.Even the fact that I don't grow a beard has quietly become popular among some young men. This unhealthy trend of not growing a beard has disappeared for a long time since the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

In the next few years, just in terms of "eating", I "invented" hot pot, fried dough sticks, candied haws, poached eggs, pizza, egg tarts, pancakes, siu mai, pot stickers, glutinous rice balls, steamed buns, etc. It's all something later, let's not mention it for now.

Liu Jinqing originally came to give me a painting this time. He painted a landscape painting last time. I praised him a few words, and he said that he would go back and frame it and give it to me. In the end, he used this excuse to spend lunch with me. After dinner, I didn't go home until it was almost dark.

When I sent him off and came back, I heard Honglian and Luyin going about their daily gossip while packing their things.

Their gossip has remained the same for thousands of years, such as "I heard that the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family is unruly, is it true?" How to spend it", "I don't know whose lady the Master Immortal will marry in the future", "Master Immortal should marry a fairy" and other topics.

Because when I was invisible, I would occasionally walk into the house and see some ladies who couldn’t be seen through normal channels—don’t think about it, I didn’t peek at them bathing and changing clothes, at least I didn’t peek on purpose.Therefore, it can basically be concluded that the vast majority of women in this era are similar to the two of them—only learning to play the piano and embroidery in the boudoir embroidery building, with little knowledge and insight, and no independent opinions. No talent is virtue", drifting with the flow under the constraints of the framework of three obediences and four virtues.

In such a big environment, they themselves have fundamentally accepted the position of "men's accessories", and only think about how to dress themselves up more beautifully, docilely, and suit men's tastes, and improve themselves as "accessories" products Value in order to sell yourself to a good family.

Although this kind of woman looks gentle, elegant and pleasing to the eye, to me, she is not as good as Xie Fangling.As expected, I still like a woman like my queen, who is gentle and elegant on the surface, but is independent, strong and domineering on the inside, and can hold up half the sky.

In ancient times, especially after the Tang Dynasty, there might not be one such woman in 1.It made me deeply suspect that if I continued to stay in such an environment for a long time, my sexuality would really be bad.

If I bend and don’t come back, then it’s all the fault of this era, it’s all the fault of time travel, it’s all the fault of God Nu Wa, it’s all the fault of Chu Feng... Who told him to start this first of.

I touched the fox fur ball hanging on my belt, and felt that my nose was a little sour, and it seemed that something was about to burst out of my heart, and no matter how I tried to bury it, it would be futile.

Just when my mind was tangled, I suddenly caught sight of a black figure from the most inconspicuous corner, climbed over the wall and landed in my yard.

I was stunned for a moment, looking at the last light of the sky, I just felt that the figure of that person was so similar to Chu Feng, could it be that I had reached the point where I was too worried and hallucinated, and everyone looked like him?

I was so shocked that I didn't know whether to shout "catch the assassin" or "catch the thief". I wiped my eyes and looked again, only to see that person calmly stood up and patted the dirt on his body. His figure and appearance were not Chu Feng. Who could it be?

"You, you, you, you!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me and smiled: "It's me."

Hearing this voice, I couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed over to hug him.