Chapter 446 Arrival
Finally, Zhu Huaizhen brought Tu Mi and Qiu Niang to Shangjing, the capital of Northern Zhou.
The Taoyao Army, disguised themselves, dispersed, and also sneaked into Shangjing.
At this moment, it was the middle of winter and Shangjing was extremely cold.
The biting north wind made it impossible for Zhu Huaizhen to open his eyes.
Zhu Huaizhen felt very regretful. Why did she pretend to be a commoner to find out the truth?
She could be a wealthy businesswoman, but not too conspicuous.
Alas, this half-worn, jade-colored, red, green, and camel-hair three-color satin patchwork paddy field jacket is really not warm at all.
So, she blew out a breath of hot air, which felt like it was about to freeze, and then she took a lot of effort to say sullenly: "Tu Mi, after we enter the city, we will be wealthy merchants."
Zhu Huaizhen can endure any other hardships.
The only thing Zhu Huai really can't handle is the cold.
Southern Wu is as warm as spring, Southern Chu has distinct four seasons, and Southern Yan is humid and warm.
This was the first time Zhu Huaizhen had been to the north since he was a child.
Zhu Huaizhen felt that the Northern Zhou capital Shangjing was probably even more weird than the Southern Chu capital Jiangcheng.
"Your Highness, do you want to recruit a troupe of actors?" Tu Mi joked.
Tu Mi has strong internal strength and can easily withstand the cold.
However, just as he finished speaking, Zhu Huaizhen sneezed three times in a row, and his nose was running. He had to take out his Supa to clean it up. This feeling was simply terrible.
"Don't recruit for now, buy a jacket first." Zhu Huaizhen sighed helplessly.
"Your Highness, are you sure you don't want to go to the inn to eat first?" Qiu Niang said lightly.
After hearing this, Zhu Huaizhen quickly knocked his forehead.
She was really frozen silly.
She could choose a well-known inn, have a warm hot pot meal, and then go out to pick out a coat. Of course, if Zhu Huai really didn't want to go out, she could ask Tu Mi to help buy a coat. Compared to the cold, she didn't want to be picky.
"Well, let's eat first. Eating is urgent." Zhu Huaizhen nodded frequently.
Then, Tu Mi walked in front to explore the way, while Qiu Niang and Zhu Huaizhen followed side by side.
Qiu Niang was not afraid of the cold and was responsible for looking after Zhu Huaizhen.
Poor Zhu Huaizhen, he was curled up like a quail egg, alternately swimming in the deep and shallow water, still shivering from the cold.
Fortunately, hotpot shops can be found everywhere in Beijing.
A bronze tripod with melon-shaped and animal-shaped ears is a common specification in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. It is said to have been passed down from the reign of Empress Roujia of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
There are nine kinds of base ingredients, namely, mellow butter, spicy duck feet, spicy beef bones, three fresh soup, tomato spare ribs, hot and sour golden soup, pork tripe and chicken soup, sesame oil porridge, and wolfberry mushroom soup.
The ten hot pot dishes include large slices of tripe, crispy tribute vegetables, tender shrimp balls, large slices of kidney, icy goose intestines, crispy tofu, boneless chicken feet, kelp seedlings, yellow cattle throat, and spicy beef.
Zhu Huaizhen loves to eat big pieces of tripe. After he eats a few pieces, he feels warm all over and is very happy.
If a piece of opera were to be performed at this moment, she would probably squint her eyes with happiness.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
Zhu Huaizhen recalled the lines from "Peach Blossom Fan" and sighed.
It seemed like she hadn't listened to an opera for a long time. From Jinling to Shangjing, she had never had the chance.
"Your Highness, it gets dark early in the capital, so we have to check into an inn as soon as possible." Tu Mi whispered.
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