Chapter 48: A mole on the ear can lead to longevity
Since Jingxuan had already had breakfast, they did not go to buy sugar cakes first.
Under the excited gaze of the little princess, Chu Mo took people to the teahouse.
Although it is at the border, it has everything you need and the teahouses are always crowded and bustling.
Everyone in the city knew Chu Mo. When the boss saw him coming, he immediately arranged a great seat for him and served him tea and food.
Chu Mo said: "Thank you, boss."
The boss waved his hand and said, "General, you are so polite. Please eat. If it is not enough, ask the servant to add more."
"Okay, thank you."
The boss smiled and turned away.
As the end of the month approaches and the weather gets colder, hot tea becomes Jing Xuan's favorite.
The tea in this shop is unexpectedly good. After taking a sip, my eyes lit up and I drank the whole cup in gulps.
Chu Mo poured her another cup and said with a smile, "How can you drink tea like this?"
Jing Xuan certainly knew that tea was a commodity, but it depended on the situation. For example, it was not possible now because she was very thirsty.
Seeing that she liked it, Chu Mo also took a sip of tea, his heart moved, and a helpless look appeared between his brows: "The boss is really..."
Jing Xuan knew his helplessness. As soon as she tasted it, she knew that this was a famous tea.
Famous teas are naturally not sold on a large scale in teahouses, so this is specially prepared for Chu Mo.
"The boss is so nice." Jing Yu said with a smile.
"like?"
Jing Yu nodded: "I like it."
"I'll have someone find it and buy it for you to drink." Chu Mo chuckled: "What else do you like?"
“Not yet.”
"If you want anything, tell me."
Jing Xuan responded.
The two chatted for a while, and then the storyteller came.
The teahouse is a two-story corridor-style atrium building. Visitors on the second and first floors can clearly see the atrium, and Jing Xuan and Chu Mo are on the second floor.
The storyteller was in the atrium on the first floor. He was wearing a moon-white robe and sitting behind a table, with a folding fan in one hand and a wake-up stick in the other. There was also tea on the table.
Soon, the storyteller cleared his throat, held a folding fan in his hand, and knocked heavily on the table. After everyone's attention was gathered, he began: "I'm on stage to tell a story and greet everyone. I bow to all the listeners. There are so many old men and old women, many elderly people who are knowledgeable and sensible, and many old sages in the industry. I don't know how to do books, plays, and I'm not good at pronouncing names. My throat is not very good, and my voice is not high. Please don't talk. If there is noise, it will be difficult to hear. I'll greet you and you can listen to the story with peace of mind. Everyone, young and old, can hear it. Please listen carefully. If there are any shortcomings in my storytelling, you are welcome to criticize me. When I finish the story, I will go buy wine and sell peanuts."
Generally, storytellers will give a long opening speech. I always find Jing Yu very interesting every time I listen to her, and what follows becomes even more interesting.
The storyteller was telling the story with great excitement. Every word he spoke was so vivid and lifelike that it seemed as if the story was happening right before his eyes.
Sometimes he shook his head, sometimes he shouted, sometimes he laughed and cursed, and sometimes he cried and complained. The audience was in great interest and burst into applause from time to time.
Suddenly—“Bang!”
As soon as the wake-up stick was hit, everyone knew that the key had come and immediately pricked up their ears.
"Just at this moment, Lao Zhang came running over with an iron rod, shouting, 'You're looking for death!' Immediately, the group of people scattered like birds and beasts, running around with their tails between their legs, shouting for their parents..."
As he spoke, he stood up and imitated the action of running away, which made the audience laugh for a long time.
Jing Xuan laughed so hard that tears came out of the corners of her eyes and her stomach hurt.
Chu Mo raised his lips and raised his hand to add tea to Jing Yu: "Be careful, don't choke."
"Hahahaha... so funny, even more interesting than the storytellers in the capital, hahaha." Jing Yu was so happy that she didn't control her words.
Chu Mo's mouth twitched, and he pretended that he didn't hear anything because his ears were blocked.
Listening to books is really interesting. After listening to it, Jing Yu was still not satisfied. Thinking about the scene just now, she wanted to laugh again.
Seeing that she was about to laugh again, Chu Mo quickly asked, "Are you hungry?"
For the little princess, nothing is more important than her stomach. Her eyes lit up immediately: "I'm hungry~"
His voice was a little hoarse from laughing for so long, but his tone was still soft.
Chu Mo took her to buy the sugar cakes she had been craving for, and then went to the wonton shop that Xiao Fu mentioned.
"Xiao Fu said that the food in that restaurant is delicious!" Jing Yu pulled Chu Mo and said anxiously, "Hurry up, hurry up."
Chu Mo responded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."
They were now on North Street, and soon they reached their destination.
Just as Xiao Fu said, the proprietress was very friendly and enthusiastic. When she saw Chu Mo, she smiled and narrowed her eyes: "The general is here? This is..."
Jing Yu said obediently: "Hello, sister. My name is Chu Yu, and I am the general's cousin."
"Hey, I've heard of your name." The lady boss smiled happily when she was called "Sister". "Sit down, sister. Sister will make you the most delicious wontons!"
"Okay, thank you, sister."
Chu Mo watched from the side and found it interesting.
In the past, he had thought about Jing Xuan's character through Jing Ce's words, and because he had secretly observed her, he had a relatively good understanding of the little princess.
But now, as I spend more and more time with the little princess, I realize that he actually doesn't understand me.
The little princess is like an expensive treasure, priceless, mysterious and noble. I want to explore more about her, but there seems to be no end.
She is both naughty and well-behaved, both stupid and quite smart, ignorant of the world but also well-versed in human nature.
Very...attractive.
Very... likable.
"My dear."
After calling it once, the name seemed easier to say.
More importantly, the little princess would be very happy when he called her like that.
Sure enough, Jing Xuan's eyes sparkled as she came up to him and asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Chu Xiaomo?"
Worried that outsiders would know that the general had such a lovely name, Jing Xuan lowered her voice so low that it sounded like she was whispering sweet nothings to her lover.
She didn't realize that Chu Mo's ears were slightly red.
Jing Yu's eyes moved, and she whispered "Huh?"
Chu Mo paused and was about to speak.
The next moment, a cool and soft touch fell on the earlobe and gently pinched it.
Chu Mo's ears felt numb as he felt a sensation he had never experienced before. He quickly dodged and looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"You..." Jing Yu blinked innocently, as if the villain who pinched her ear just now was not her, "There is a mole on your ear."
"A mole on the earlobe means longevity!" She tilted her head and smiled: "Chu Xiaomo, you can live to be a hundred years old."
Chu Mo laughed: "Do you believe this?"
"I don't believe it." Jing Yu shook her head honestly, her voice soft and clear: "But I think you can live a long life and there will be no danger."
Chu Mo was stunned.
The amber eyes were clear and pure, able to see through everything at a glance, allowing him to clearly see the fear and worry in them.
So... the little princess has always been worried.
Worried about the coming war, and...his safety.
Not only why, Chu Mo wanted to laugh, he even wanted to laugh out loud.
But what he actually did was to hold Jing Xuan's cold little hand under the table. The little princess's hand was very small, and his hand could easily cover it.
Jing Xuan's cheeks flushed, she felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to pull out.
"Be good, don't move, your hands are cold." Chu Mo said in a low voice.
His hands were very warm, and he transferred the warmth to Jing Xuan's hands, comforting them carefully.
"My dear, I believe you."
Jing Yu was stunned, and she shook off her embarrassment and looked up at him.
The handsome young man smiled at her with his peach blossom eyes, his eyes were shining and gentle: "I believe that a mole on the ear can prolong life."
"So, I can live to be a hundred years old without any danger."
"Trust me."
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