Thousands of years waiting for a snake 1

Chapter 92

"What?" Liang Lian raised his head to look at Xu Xian when he heard Xu Xian's complaint: "What do you mean by that? All of them? Who else wants to repay you?"

"Hehe, no, no." Xu Xian smiled dryly, waved his hands quickly, and sighed inwardly for Liang Lian's sensitivity.Let him deduce something from every single word.But Xu Xian forgot that she was grinding ink now, and with a wave of his hand, the black ink on the melted ink stick in his hand shook Liang Lian's face.

"Xu Xian!!!" Liang Lian was startled for a moment, then reached out to touch his face, but the face and hands became even darker.Looking at the pitch black ink on his hand, Liang Lian almost ran away and shouted angrily.

Xu Xian wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, he was almost hurt internally.

"Get out!" Liang Lian roared.

Xu Xian hurriedly put down the ink stick in his hand, and ran out quickly.

Liang Lian sat down angrily, then stood up abruptly, shouting loudly at the door: "Come here!"

When the maid outside came in and saw the ink on Liang Lian's face, she was extremely shocked.Thinking of Xu Xian who ran out just now, he made a bold guess.But just now seeing that Xu Xian was unharmed and his shoulders trembled while still laughing, the servant girl was even more astonished.Is the young master so tolerant of this person named Xu Xian?

In the evening, Xu Xian ate by himself.While eating, Mo Ju said: "Master Xu, the young master said that he will have dinner with you tomorrow, and today he will have dinner with the master and wife."

Xu Xian snorted and didn't care.Only Mo Ju was lamenting that the young master even took the trouble to explain it. It seems that this Xu Xian is indeed very much loved by the young master.

After eating, Xu Xian washed up and went to bed early.He took out Xiaobai's scales, put them in front of his eyes and looked at them again and again, feeling that he couldn't get enough of them.

"Xiaobai, I miss you." Xu Xian murmured to the scales, and finally fell asleep holding the scales.

The next day, Xu Xian became bored.Liang Lian sent someone over early in the morning to ask her to have breakfast.After dinner, Liang Lian said, "What do you want to do today? Go out for a walk or go somewhere, I'll take you there."

"Oh, what's interesting in the capital?" Xu Xian asked with his head tilted.

"Cuju? Listening to opera? Polo?" Liang Lian asked.

Hey!As soon as Xu Xian became interested, she had never seen any of these before.

"Is there a Cuju competition? Is there a polo competition?" Xu Xian asked excitedly.

"Yes, let's go to the Cuju competition." Liang Lian said with a smile as he watched Xu Xian come.

"Okay." Xu Xian nodded.

Liang Lian took Xu Xian out of the palace, got into the carriage, and went directly to the Cuju Hall.

Along the way, Liang Lian explained to Xu Xian that Cuju is very popular in Beijing now, and Cuju competitions are held at many large banquets.And many powerful families also keep a Cuju team, and there are many artists in Beijing who rely on Cuju for a living.

The Cuju Hall will hold Cuju competitions from time to time, attracting people to watch and charge a certain amount of tickets.This can't help but remind Xu Xian of Gao Qiu in the Water Margin, the master who relied on Cuju to get to the top.In modern terms, this kind of person should be called a football star, right?

When they came to the Cuju Hall, Liang Lian, who was personally received by the steward, took Liang Lian to the height with the best view, served good tea and fresh fruit cakes, and then retreated respectfully.

Xu Xian looked at the two teams below with great interest.One team wore red clothes and the other team wore blue clothes.Ancient cuju is different from modern football, it is much more demanding and more technically tested.

(End of this chapter)