Chapter 5 The Donkey Girl

Author: Science and Technology Innovation Board

Chapter 5 The Donkey Girl

Daily breakfast is in the hall of the western tips. Since the window lattice is not opened in winter, the tips are slightly dim.

A white-glazed high-foot lamp was lit on the mahogany table next to it, illuminating the round table of Xiangnan Ruyi, and four dishes were placed, winter mustard, yum soup, shrimp fish, and green cakes.

Li Mian sat on the rosewood drum stool, and her chopsticks kept reaching towards the sky-green glaze algae plate with shrimp fish. This is a kind of river food produced in Suzhou Prefecture. It has fish roe when born, and it tastes particularly delicious.

The cheesus stood aside to serve, staring at the shrimp fish, and swallowing saliva with his little mouth.

She had already used breakfast and was quite sumptuous as the only first-class maid in the mansion and ate a large bowl of yam soup.

Lamb is a top-quality meat, which only wealthy families can afford. The first-class maid in the mansion can eat a bowl of yam soup in the morning, which is already a rare grace.

Seeing that she looked funny, Li Mian asked: "I can't finish eating the shrimp fish in the algae plate. It's a pity to come and help me eat a few bites. It's a pity to pour it out."

Princess Changping is different from the princesses who like extravagant people in the capital. She advocates frugality and tries to be as simple as possible in breakfast. There are only four dishes, but it cannot break the rules of the service. The unfinished meal can only be dumped.

The only difference is that the princesses of the vassal kings poured them into the bucket, and Princess Changping distributed the remaining meals in the mansion to the poor people in the Yangjiayuan.

Chi Nu shook her double-ring bun, but she still refused to do so: "I can't have dinner with my son-in-law. My son-in-law quickly finished it. The servants in the stable had already led the best horses in the mansion to the schoolyard."

The mansion is a five-entrance mansion, close to the backyard of Shichahai. On the west side of the corridor is the Xiyuan Qiyuan, which leads the pond to make the water and earth to form the mound, and on the east side is a schoolyard.

Li Mian's biggest hobbies in the past were two different, one was riding a horse and the other was shooting archery. The purpose was to calm down the tense emotions of a broker, and to get close to some high-ranking officials and businessmen.

Archery is better, and most people can afford it, but riding a horse is different. Without a rich family background, you can't afford to raise precious horses.

Li Mian couldn't sit still, so he immediately stood up from the rosewood drum stool, got up and walked out: "I heard that the best horses in the mansion are all sweat-blooded BMWs, do you take it seriously?"

The sweat-blooded BMW is the treasure horse he has always been greedy for. Since he had the honor to see him, he has always been obsessed with it and has almost become obsessed with it.

I didn't expect to have a sweat-blooded BMW one day.

The Chicun had never seen Li Mian who was leisurely and calm, and was very interested in something. He chased him in a goose yellow skirt: "Son-in-law, go slowly, wait for the slave."

I followed the corridor and chased the schoolyard all the way. The corridor of the mansion was deep and the courtyard was deep. I trotted for a long time, but I was already sweating profusely when I chased the schoolyard.

Chi Nu exclaimed white breath and looked at Li Mian riding on a black horse, and stopped cute.

Li Mian, a weak scholar, skillfully rode a black horse and galloped freely on the school ground.

The clothes were rolled up, the face was handsome, and the body was filled with inexplicable attraction.

Zhinu smiled and curled his eyes, feeling that his son-in-law was more delicious than candied fruit.

The embroidered loft and the wicker pane are closed all year round. I don’t know when a thin slit has been opened. Through this thin slit, you can clearly see the situation in the schoolyard below.

Until Li Mian rode a black horse out of the back door of the school grounds, the willow pane slowly closed.

It seems that it has not been turned on.

The cold wind blew, and Li Mian galloped along the Jinshui River. Fortunately, this section of Jinshui River was sparsely populated in the early morning, so there was no need to worry about hitting people.

The road by the river is wide, and the courtyard is a little far from the Jinshui River, but it also causes chickens to crow and dogs to bark. Some young men who get up early to practice piano stand on the pleasure boats of the cruise ships and exclaim.

The young masters of any family did not sleep in the warm bed in the middle of winter, and got up early like these miserable women.

As for the heroes of the sweat-blooded BMW, the Qinggong people couldn't see it. They were not border generals, but how could they see the difference between a good horse and a better horse? They just thought they were young masters from a wealthy family.

If it were the guqin and pipa, it would be possible to distinguish the price of silver.

As Hei Jun's horse became faster and faster, the cold wind made Li Mian unable to open his eyes and could no longer control the reins. He knew in his heart that the Fierce Horse had become more and more handsome.

Li Mian could only hold her breath and try to stick to the horse's back to block the biting cold wind. As long as she survived this force, Wumingji would obey.

"Donkey Donkey"

The sound of chanting poems appeared on the Jinshui River in the early morning, but it was not Luo Binwang's "geese, goose, goose, goose, goose," but rather the strange "donkey, donkey, donkey, donkey, donkey," but the "donkey, donkey, donkey," but the "donkey, donkey, donkey," but the "donkey, donkey, donkey," but the "donkey, donkey, donkey," and the

Never had such a weird poem, or a soft and nice voice from a woman.

A woman with a cloth dress and wooden hairpin was riding a small donkey, blocking her front, holding a steamed cake in her hand and stuttering, rushing to the area of ​​Yinding Bridge.

The little donkey walked very slowly, and from time to time he stopped, and refused to leave with a whistle and said 'ah'. The woman in the cloth skirt and wooden hairpin was in a hurry and could only use a soft and glutinous sound to keep it going.

The little donkey refused to leave, and Wumingji behind chased after him with a gust of wind, and was about to run into the little donkey.

"Get out of here!"

Li Mian shouted loudly, because the wind caused by Wumingji was too fast, it reached the woman's ears of the cloth skirt and wooden hairpin, and she couldn't hear what she was saying.

The woman with a cloth skirt and wooden hairpin held the steamed cake and looked back, instantly widening her beautiful Qiu Shui's eyes.

"ah--"

"Forehead--"

As two screams rang out at the same time, the woman with a cloth skirt and wooden hairpin fell from the little donkey, and the steamed cake in her hand flew to nowhere.

The woman with a cloth skirt and wooden hairpin sat on the ground in a daze, her butt was so painful, but she didn't care about the pain of her butt, and she covered her white and thin neck and coughed violently.

Li Mian exclaimed, and saw the divine horse of Wuming Ji. He jumped directly from the head of the woman with a cloth skirt and wooden hairpin. He admired her in her heart that she could fly several feet. He quickly stopped Wuming Ji and turned over.

Dismounted and walked back.

Wumingji lost his own person on his back, and he showed Li Mian another way to know the horse and ran back in the direction of the mansion alone.

Li Mian didn't care about it and couldn't lose it. Not to mention that there were not many horses in the capital that could catch up with Wumingji, and no one dared to steal blood. Such a divine BMW was recorded in Taipu Temple. Who dares to steal it?

If you walk on Wumingji, you will be arrested by the yamen runners that night.

When Li Mian returned to the woman with a cloth skirt and wooden hairpin, she saw that her face turned blue and covered her neck and couldn't breathe. She felt tight and knew that she was stuck in her throat.

Li Mian didn't care about the difference between men and women. She hugged the woman with cloth skirt and wooden hairpin from behind, tied her chest with both hands, and tried her best to move upwards.

"Take it—"

On the banks of the Jinshui River, which was rising with a faint mist, a sound of clothes tearing suddenly sounded.
Chapter completed!