Chapter 11 God's will is hard to break

The crane also aired its arms, flapped its wings, and flew up in the air, flying over the head of the bamboo like a sword light. Qingzhu didn't have time to dodge, and was scratched by the big wings, which made her dizzy. Her two eyes were Venus, leaving only the echo of the crane singing in Jiugao in the small courtyard, which lingered for a long time.

Your grandma, who really raises some kind of birds? You two really have the same personality. It's still "Yuxu Fairy". I think it's almost the same as "Red Practice Fairy"!

The moonlight on Tianjie Street is as cool as water, looking at the morning glory and the Vega from afar. Qingzhu is still savoring her words. Is there any arrangement in the dark? It is not accidental for her to come to this time and space, but destined to heaven! In that case, let it be!

At noon the next day, Qingzhu walked on the ordinary alley of the Imperial Capital Studios, thinking repeatedly in his head, "You have me, I have you, everything has its own destiny, and it is hard to go against God." What exactly does it mean? What is a fixed number and how is it difficult to violate?

Wandering aimlessly, where should you be next? Unconsciously, I came to the gate of an embroidered village. On the way, my turnover rate was still quite high, but it was mostly because of her ugly face. It seemed that it was better to cover such a strange honor first.

I bought a few clothes in Buzhuang, picked a short cloth of black cloth to wear, and put the rest in the bag. Don't show your wealth too much. Don't be afraid of thieves, but be afraid of thieves. Be sure to keep a low-key and low-key!

Wearing a bamboo hat veil of the same color and carrying large and small packages on his shoulders, Qingzhu stood in the middle of the street, looking at the bustling streets on both sides, looking at the hawkers on the side, and enjoying the prosperity of the imperial capital.

It was not until a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky that she stood on her feet in shock and suddenly found that the crowd around her had dispersed at some point. Before reflecting what was going on, the heavy rain poured down and stopped pouring. Seeing that there was a seemingly luxurious wine shop not far away, and now he was also hungry in his stomach. Qingzhu turned his head and looked at the gradually dispersed flow of people, and then pulled out his legs and ran away.

This wine shop is called "the first floor in the world", which has three floors and covers a small area. Maybe it is now at noon, just in time for dinner. Business is unusually prosperous, people coming and going, and the door is like a city and guests.

The first floor is already full of people, and each table is full of people. They are well-dressed and rich or noble. The noise of the dignitaries is so lively. The second floor is also full. Qingzhu stepped on the ancient and rustic stairs made of red poplar wood and slowly walked into the top floor. Although there are not as many people on the third floor, there are almost no empty tables. Only a guest table near the window in the corner is empty, and the exquisitely carved small window opens out. From this angle, you can take a bird's eye view of the whole sky.

"Xiao Er, two dishes, a bowl of rice." Qingzhu said loudly, and his stomach was grunting. It seemed that it was important to pay tribute to the Five viscera Temple first.

"Guest, I'm really sorry. Today's business is surprisingly good. The small shop is full of guests and there is no free table!" A little man in a cyan cloth shirt and a short man immediately answered and smiled naively.

"What did you say?" Obviously, there is an empty table, but the lobbyist is full. It's just that her clothes are simple and ordinary, and she is afraid that she can't afford to pay for meals. Look at people through the cracks in the door and flattened people. It turns out that ancient merchants are also so unethical!

"Small talk, today is full of tables and there is no room. If you are not in a hurry, just wait for a moment!"

What? Am I out of my mind, or are you blind? Qingzhu glanced at the small table near the window faintly, and the orchid pointed, "Don't I think it's bad? Isn't that a dining table, but a pit?"

I don't like these profit-seeing snobbery. Don't force me to lose my temper, or I will fight with you today!

"Hey, what did this guest officer say?" Next to him, another tall and thin man in a long gown and rat-headed man was busy talking to him. He should look like a bookkeeper who can read and write books. He had an aggressive attitude, as if he wanted to fight, "Didn't I tell you? It's full and I won't entertain you anymore. What did your boy just say!"

Do you call the dining table a pit? The guests didn't come here to eat, but became stinky!

Qingzhu looked at the accountant slightly, took out a golden ingot from his arms with his left hand, and went to shake it again. "There should be a place now!"

The gentleman's eyes didn't seem to blink. He stared at the gold in front of him and nodded like pounding garlic, as if he had seen his own father and mother. He hurriedly said, "There is a place, there is a place, there is a place, and there is no place when the distinguished guests come. Even if there is no place, I have to pour a table for you now, Xiaobao, yet Hurry up and order for this gentleman!"

"Are you old?" Am I that old? Wasn't it called "your boy" at the beginning? Why are you an elder in a short time? See, people say that money can push ghosts. I think money can push ghosts! Throughout the ages, it has been the same, that is, money comes first.

The little two looked embarrassed, grabbed the corner of the account room with his right hand, pulled it, and whispered, "Sir, there is really no idle table."

The account room looked around with a pair of sneaky eyes and asked, "Are the first and second floors also full?"

"Fully!"

A shrewd color flashed through the round little eyes. The gentleman gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and pung the carved window on the other side with his mouth, as if he had made up his mind, "Let him sit there!"

"No, no, no!" The man's face turned pale with fear. "Sir is confused. No, it's a special seat for Gong Zizheng. If he really comes later and sees the seat occupied by other guests, he can forgive us by his means!"

Oh, I think this prince is a distinguished guest. If people don't come, the table should also be left in advance.

Qingzhu pretended to be angry, pretended to take back the gold and put it in his arms, and then raised his feet. "After all, there is no land. You can really leave without me."

"Hey, hey, this guest officer stayed," the accountant hurriedly stopped it for fear that the cooked duck could not eat its mouth and hummed to the little guy like a mosquito. "He, hasn't come these days. Doesn't he still earn the money in front of him?"

"What if he comes?"

"It won't be so coincidental," the account room smiled secretly. "I'm afraid Gong Zizheng hasn't had this leisure time in recent days. I heard that he has been busy in the 'Qingyuan' of the 'Piaoxiang Building' recently!"

"Piaoxiang Building"? What a strange name, a restaurant or a brothel? "Qingyuan" is undoubtedly the latter! An auspicious cloud immediately appeared above Qingzhu's head, and such a picture was faintly visible in the white clouds - a fat-headed, fat-headed and fat-headed millet shuttled among a red and willow-green beauty.

"Sir, I think we'd better not make that idle. He will come back later. We can't eat and walk away!"

"Cut," the account room looked contemptuously, blew his beard and curled his lips and said, "He, he is not so arrogant now. Haven't you seen the old piaoxianglou's attitude towards him a lot? It's better if he doesn't come. If he comes, I will have to settle old accounts with him. Let's see if he is still angry! Go and do what are you doing? The pestle is like a dead man here. You're right. Why don't you greet the guests quickly!"

The little guy still wants to distinguish, but the idea of the accounting room has been decided, and he can't say anything more. I thought to my heart, it won't be such a coincidence. After all, I haven't visited for nearly a month. Let's take risks today!

Anyway, the account room has said something, so he simply put his heart on it, and the little guy was shocked to serve Qingzhu and sit down.

Out of the window is a noisy sky. All kinds of passers-by are running through the streets and alleys of the capital, adding a sense of busyness to the famous city. Qingzhu felt as if he was sitting in a corner of the streets of the capital Beijing, enjoying the hurried pink appearance of all kinds of characters.

In front of you is an eight-immortal table made of brand-new red pine wood, with brown-red paint, and several high-quality tea sets on the table, which are obviously different from other tables. The workmanship is exquisite, clear and transparent, and you can see the owner's noble taste and extraordinary at a glance.

It's just that there seems to be a piece on the table that hasn't been wiped clean. Qingzhu gently stroked it with his hand to remove the stains, but found that it was actually a line of less eye-catching regular script.

should be engraved with fingernails. Although it is not conspicuous, you can still see the author's flying dragon dance style and strong calligraphy: "Once the sea was difficult to make water, but Wushan is not a cloud."

These two poems are from Tang Yuanzhen's Li Si, which was written to mourn his deceased wife Wei Cong. Will the poem used to commemorate his past wife be engraved by the prince? How can a man who misses the land of tenderness at night miss his past? Maybe he didn't write it at all.

What kind of man is he? Qingzhu suddenly became interested. A handsome man in his mind was sitting at the small table by the window, drinking while missing his deceased lover. Isn't that a yellow pharmacist?

"Sung, the dishes you ordered are complete. Please use them slowly. If you have anything to do, please ask the small ones." The little man nodded and bowed, turned around and left.

"Xiaobao, don't go!"

"What else do you have to order?"

"Who is that prince?"

"Oh, this..." The little guy looked around, as if he was afraid that someone would hear it. "This... the little one is not very clear."

Qingzhu put his hand in from the edge of the package, searched for a piece of jade pendant for a long time, and stuffed it into his hand and said, "I'm just curious to ask. You can say it casually. It's okay."

When the little two saw such a precious thing, he couldn't help smiling, but when he thought of Gong Zizheng's character, he finally refused to reveal it and reluctantly handed back the jade pendant.

Compared with the accountant, Qingzhu still sympathizes with this guy, because he is not as open-eyed as the former. He is just a servant who looks up to people's noses and looks at people's faces, but at least he still has his own conscience and principles, so he no longer forces him to reward him and continues to ask questions.