33 Braised Pig's Trotters
◎Take her back and make her a concubine◎
Zhu Ming was waving a folding fan, with a servant following behind him, strolling along the Chunbo River.
Now, the Cuju game is over, Chen Yue is busy getting married, and no one knows where Xie Linchuan has gone.
He was alone, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling all day long, and he was tired of hanging out with Minmin and Jiaojiao.
I was so bored that I went out for a walk.
As he walked, he thought, after all, the Chinese Valentine's Day is coming soon, and he can still look forward to visiting West Lake and watching fireworks.
He was walking around when he suddenly bumped into someone. The iron-like shoulder hit him so hard that half of his arm became numb.
"You have no eyes..."
Just as he was about to swear, Zhu Ming's face lit up with joy when he saw that it was an old acquaintance.
He tapped the man's arm with his fan and exclaimed, "Liuguang, it's you, boy!"
Xie Linchuan's face was expressionless, his two handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed. Then, he kicked him in the knee:
"You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth!"
This guy never shows mercy when he kicks. Zhu Ming knelt on one knee, covering his knee and smiling apologetically:
"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"
Xie Linchuan pondered for a moment and said, "There really is something."
He pointed his slender finger at a small shop on the shore with a wine flag waving. "Go there and buy some braised pig's trotters."
"What pig's trotter?" Zhu Ming stretched his neck, as if he couldn't believe that Xie Linchuan would eat food from such a place.
"Can the food here be better than Fenglelou and Xichunlou?"
Xie Linchuan was interested in arranging things for the Xinghua Restaurant: "Take a closer look and see who's sitting there."
Zhu Ming rubbed his eyes and looked carefully:
"Princess...Princess Baoqing? Even she eats the pig's trotters here?"
He was a dandy young man who spent his days eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. He knew every new dish and wine that was served.
How could such a humble little restaurant attract Princess Baoqing to condescend to visit? It must have something extraordinary!
He hurriedly ordered the servant behind him: "Go quickly and buy more. In addition to Xie Shizi's share, we will also have some for ourselves."
After the servant had gone far away, Zhu Ming smiled evilly and said, "No wonder you didn't go over, it turns out you were afraid of Princess Baoqing."
"Bah," Xie Linchuan sneered suddenly, anger flashing in his eyes, "A little girl, I'm afraid of her?!"
Zhu Ming knew his competitive nature very well, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "You find her annoying."
Xie Linchuan snorted and stopped talking, just staring at the Xinghua Restaurant.
She was wearing a light cloud-colored short shirt and a three-pleated skirt made of hibiscus purple fine cloth, and was talking to Zhu Ming's servant.
Because of the high shoulder-tied tie, half of the snow-white arm was exposed, making her look quite capable.
Even though he was far away, he could see:
Her eyes were bright, yet gentle and moving, like deep, still waters, or a cold pond reflecting the moon—with hills and valleys within, yet not a sharp edge.
He had never seen a girl like this before.
Zhu Ming is a playboy who is very sensitive to matters between men and women.
Seeing Xie Linchuan's expression, he stroked his bald chin with his hand, a smile appearing on his face: "Liuguang, there's something wrong with you."
Xie Linchuan didn't even glance at him, and said nonchalantly: "What's wrong? Am I missing a nose or an ear?"
A pair of eyes were still lingering on Jin Zi's figure.
Zhu Ming's face turned mischievous: "You kid, you finally got it!"
He also glanced at the busy girls in the hall and said with a smile:
"What's the point of hiding here? She's just a common woman. Just take her back and make her your concubine."
He chuckled twice, his laughter lewd and evil: "When we get back home, you can look however you want, wherever you want!"
Before he could finish his words, he felt a gaze sweeping towards him, as sharp as a sword, as if to pierce him through.
Oh, the tiger is angry! He quickly shut up and looked at the woman in the purple skirt seriously again.
Well, she is quite pretty, especially her waist, which is very slender and can be held in one hand.
If he spends a few months and sends someone to train her properly, she will surely become a beauty.
After the evaluation, Zhu Ming glanced at Xie Linchuan again.
I saw that his eyebrows, which were always flying, were now pressed down, and he muttered to himself:
"Concubine?" His tone was full of consideration.
Zhu Ming, a man who loved sex, was also keen on acting as a matchmaker for others. He had helped arrange Chen Yue's concubine.
Over the years, he has been busy working for his friends, but Xie Linchuan is the only one who is as solid as a rock, and no one can get in his way or get rid of him.
At this moment, seeing that he seemed to have relaxed his tone, Zhu Ming was overjoyed and asked anxiously, "Are you going to marry Baoqing?"
"No." Xie Linchuan said concisely and firmly.
Zhu Ming stamped his foot heavily: "Well, that's it!"
"Don't listen to those pedantic sayings like, 'You can't take a concubine if you don't have a wife.' Actually, there are many ways. As long as you don't produce a illegitimate son, it doesn't matter if you have ten or eight wives."
Zhu Ming became more and more excited as he spoke, more concerned about it than his own business. He was so angry that he scratched his head and face:
"How about it, is it okay? Just give me the nod and I'll take care of it. Tomorrow, I'll make you feel like a soft jade and full of fragrance!"
At this moment, the servant bought the pig's trotters and put them in two oil-paper bags.
The aroma of pork fat, the sweetness of rock sugar, the unique fragrance of various marinades, and the burnt aroma of onions, ginger, and garlic fried in hot oil are all mixed together.
The rich and strange fragrance leaked out from the gaps in the oil paper package and went straight into people's stomachs.
But Zhu Ming was completely focused on being a matchmaker. He paid no attention to the strong aroma of the stewed food, but just stared at her, eagerly waiting for a reply.
There were a few rustling sounds as the wind blew through the locust tree, and the water drops hidden inside fell one after another. One of them landed right in the corner of Xie Linchuan's eye, and it flowed down like a tear.
Xie Linchuan waved his hand casually, but was awakened by the coldness.
He didn't take the oil-paper bag offered by the servant. Instead, he kicked Zhu Ming in the knee and cursed, "Get lost! What are you talking about? Ten or eight women! Too many women are so annoying!"
After saying that, he lowered his eyes, turned around and walked towards the Eight-Character Bridge.
However, he showed mercy when he kicked.
Zhu Ming was extremely thick-skinned. He chuckled and thought to himself: If I don't want ten or eight, then I'll just have this one. There's hope! There's hope!
He jogged all the way and followed Xie Linchuan up to the bridgehead.
Xie Linchuan stood at the ancient bluestone bridge, facing the refreshing evening breeze, gazing at the river flowing south.
After a while, he said seriously, "Don't do anything stupid. I know my limits."
Zhu Ming didn't dare to say anything, but he thought to himself:
You are a young boy who has never tasted sex, how can you know your limits? I, your brother, need to teach you a lot of ways to flatter a girl!
This was certain, and he felt relieved. He let the evening breeze blow over the bridge, then lowered his eyes to observe the bustling crowds on both sides of the Chunbo River.
Suddenly, he saw an indigo figure looking at the Xinghua Restaurant from behind the locust tree. It looked like him and Xie Linchuan just now.
Zhu Ming blinked and looked again, but the man was gone again.
He felt that the man looked familiar, and after searching his mind carefully, he couldn't remember where he was.
He turned his gaze towards Xie Linchuan and saw that he was also staring at the direction where the man disappeared, and uttered two words: "Lu Fei."
Zhu Mingqi asked, "Is it Lu Fei who played for the Flames that day?"
Xie Linchuan remained silent.
Zhu Ming continued, "That's strange. You didn't go in because you were afraid Princess Baoqing would find out. Why is he sneaking around here? Is the princess betting on you and him?"
He then explained to himself, "He's not bad. He's surnamed Lu, and he looks like a pretty boy. He's also a pretty good ball player, only a little bit worse than you."
After hearing this, Xie Linchuan sneered.
What Lu Fei, a low-ranking official, if he wasn't good at Cuju, he wouldn't even glance at him.
He was preoccupied with other things, and after parting with Zhu Ming, he had already forgotten about Lu Fei before even reaching Prince Dongping's mansion.
After returning to the mansion, he asked the maid to send the pig's trotters to Qingxin Courtyard, and then called Pinglin:
"Go check where Madam Jiang from the Xinghua Restaurant under the Eight-Character Bridge came from, who's in her family, and what her father does for a living."
Pinglin nodded and said, "Just now, the princess sent someone to send me some newly tailored clothes..."
Xie Linchuan walked over and picked up a piece of clothing from the mahogany gantry.
It was a moon-white, round-necked, wide-sleeved gown. He took one look at it and said to himself, "Alright, I'll go pay my respects to Mother."
Pinglin thought to himself: The princess is a bit nagging. The prince hates being lectured. In the past, he always ignored such things. Now, he wants to pay his respects?
Pinglin thought he had misheard and quickly scratched his ears.
Seeing Xie Linchuan striding towards Fangfei Garden, he got up and followed him.
【Author’s words】
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