my wife is queen

Chapter 5 The girl riding a donkey
The daily breakfast is in the hall of the west tip room. Since the windows are not opened in winter, the tip room is a little dark.

A white-glazed tall lamp was lit on the mahogany incense table next to it, illuminating the Xiangnan Ruyi round table, on which four dishes were placed, winter mustard, yokan, shrimp roe, and green cake.

Li Mian sat on the rosewood drum stool, his chopsticks kept reaching for the sky-green glazed algae plate with shrimp roe and fish. This is a kind of freshwater fish from Suzhou Prefecture. It has roe when it is born, and it tastes especially delicious.

The pheasant slave stood aside to serve, his eyes fixed on the shrimp and fish, and his small mouth kept swallowing.

She had already had breakfast, and as the only first-class maids in the mansion, it was quite hearty, and she ate a big bowl of yokan.

Mutton is the best meat, and only rich families can afford it. It is already a rare grace for the first-class maids in the mansion to eat a bowl of mutton soup in the morning.

Seeing her amused look, Li Mian asked: "There are too many shrimps and fishes in the algae plate, come help me to eat a few bites, it's a pity to throw them away."

Princess Changping is different from the extravagant princes and princesses in the capital. She advocates frugality, and the breakfast is as simple as possible. There are only four dishes, but it can't break the rules of service. If you can't finish the meal, you have to throw it away.

The only difference is that the feudal princes and princesses poured them directly into the slop bucket, and Princess Changping distributed the leftover meals in the mansion to the poor people in the nursing home.

The pheasant slave shook the double-ringed bun, still refusing to live and die: "The slaves can't eat at the same table with my uncle, my uncle hastened to finish eating, and the stable servants have already brought the best horses in the mansion to the school yard."

The mansion is a five-entry mansion, the backyard is close to Shichahai. The west side of the porch is the Xiyuan Qiyuan, which is filled with water and soil, and the east side is a school yard.

Li Mian had two biggest hobbies in the past, one was horse riding, and the other was archery. The purpose was to ease the tension of being a broker, and the other was to get close to some big officials and businessmen.

Archery is better, and most people can afford it, but horse riding is different, because you can't afford expensive horses if you don't have a rich family background.

Li Mian couldn't sit still anymore, and immediately stood up from the pear drum stool, got up and walked out: "I heard that the best horses in the mansion are all bloody horses, is it true?"

The bloody BMW is the treasure he has been coveting for a long time. Ever since he was lucky enough to see it, he has never forgotten it, and it has almost become an obsession.

I never thought that one day I could own a hard-earned BMW.

The pheasant slave has never seen a leisurely and calm Li Mian, who is very interested in something, and chases after him with a goose-yellow skirt: "Young master, go slowly, wait for the slave."

Chased along the corridor all the way to the school grounds, the corridors and courtyards in the mansion were deep, and after trotting for a long time, he was already sweating profusely after chasing the school grounds.

The pheasant slave exhaled white gas, looked at Li Mian who was riding on a big black horse, and was dumbfounded.

Li Mian, a frail scholar, skillfully rode a big black horse, galloping wantonly on the school grounds.

His clothes were rolled up, his face was handsome, and there was an inexplicable attraction all over his body.

The pheasant slave smiled and rolled his eyes, feeling that my uncle tastes better than candied fruit.

In the attic of the embroidery room, the wicker panes were closed all the year round, and a slit was opened at some point, through which one could clearly see the situation in the school yard below.

It wasn't until Li Mian rushed out of the back gate of the school grounds on a black steed that the wicker panes were slowly closed.

It's like it wasn't turned on.

With the cold wind blowing in his face, Li Mian galloped along the Jinshui River. Fortunately, this section of the Jinshui River was sparsely populated in the early morning, so he didn't have to worry about bumping into people.

The riverside road is wide, and the courtyard house is a little far away from the Jinshui River, but it also attracted all the cocks and dogs barking, and some Qing people who got up early and practiced the piano stood on the pleasure boat and exclaimed.

Which family's son doesn't sleep in a warm bed in the winter, like these poor women like them, get up early in the morning.

As for the steed of the blood-sweat horse, the Qing people can't see it. They are not border military generals, so how can they tell the difference between a good horse and a better horse, they just think it is a rich man.

Switching to Guqin and Pipa, it is possible to tell the price of silver.

As the speed of the black steed became faster and faster, Li Mian couldn't keep his eyes open due to the cold wind, he couldn't control the reins, and knew in his heart that the fierce horse had lost its temper.

Li Mian could only hold his breath, sticking to the horse's back as much as possible to block the biting cold wind, as long as he survived this struggle, Wu Mingji would obey.

"donkey donkey donkey"

In the early morning, there was the sound of reciting poems by the Jinshui River, but it was not the "goose goose goose" of King Luo Bin, but the strange "donkey donkey donkey".

There has never been such a weird poem, and it still has a soft and pleasant female voice.

A woman in a cloth skirt and wooden hairpin rode a little donkey, just in front of her, holding steamed cakes in her hand, sipping, and rushing to the area of ​​Yinding Bridge.

The little donkey walked very slowly, and would stop with its heel from time to time, and refused to go with two 'ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh''s.

The little donkey refused to leave, and Wu Mingji chased after him with a gust of wind, and was about to bump into the little donkey.

"Get out of the way!"

Li Mian yelled loudly, because Wu Mingji's wind was too fast, it reached the ear of the cloth skirt wooden hairpin woman and it turned into an intermittent voice, and he couldn't hear what he said.

The wooden hairpin woman in a cloth skirt held the steamed cake, looked back, and instantly widened her beautiful Qiushui eyes.

"what--"

"Forehead--"

With two exclamations at the same time, the wooden hairpin woman in a cloth skirt fell off the little donkey, and the steamed cake in her hand flew to nowhere.

The wooden hairpin woman in a cloth skirt was sitting on the ground blankly, her buttocks were in hot pain, but she couldn't care less about the pain in her buttocks, and coughed violently while clutching her white and thin neck.

Li Mian exclaimed, seeing Wu Mingji's steed, leaping directly over the head of the cloth skirted wooden hairpin woman, he admired in his heart that it is indeed a precious horse that can leap several feet, he quickly stopped Wu Mingji, and turned over Dismounted and walked back.

With no one on his back, Wu Mingji performed a show for Li Mian again, and ran back towards the mansion alone.

Li Mian didn't care about it, it couldn't be lost, not to mention that there are few horses in the capital that can catch up to Wu Mingji, and no one dares to steal sweaty and bloody horses. If you go to Wumingji, you will be taken into prison by the government officials that night.

When Li Mian returned to the side of the cloth skirt wooden hairpin woman, seeing her face turned blue, she was holding her neck and couldn't breathe, her heart tightened, knowing that her throat was stuck.

Li Mian didn't care about the difference between men and women, hugged the wooden hairpin woman in a cloth skirt from behind, wrapped her hands under her chest, and pushed upwards with all her strength.

"Thorn-"

On the banks of the Jinshui River, where a faint mist rose, suddenly there was a sound of clothes being torn.

(End of this chapter)