The Black Sheep

The two met in Suzhou, Zhao Ziheng dressed up like a dude, and acted like dude, except that she had a hearty personality and was beaten into a pig head by her. It was really rare to be brothers and sisters with her.

Bai Shishi once asked him about the situation in his family. He also said that "relying on the shelter of his ancestors to do some idle work", he came from Kyoto again, and he was able to spend his leisure time when his parents were doing business.

Speaking of them, they are real friends, they eat, drink, and watch girls together, except that they don't involve serious matters.

Zhao Ziheng looked unreliable, his eyes were dodging, hesitating: "My cousin is...just an official."

Bai Seventeen: "How many officials?"

The status of the Cao Gang is low. Every year, Bai Shiqi escorts Caoliang to the north, and he has to deal with officials of all sizes along the pass. Even a Nine-Rank Sesame Officer, can also eat and demand in front of her. She has long understood the suffering of the people.

Zhao Ziheng: "...It's tacky when it comes to grades!" The prince is a super grade. I wonder if it will scare the lawless Bai Shiqi when he speaks it out?

Bai Shiqi kicked him: "Just pretend, right? Your cousin looks like an old-fashioned man. He really doesn't look like a man who will be fond of his boss. He also looks serious about the country and the people. Isn’t he bad? Too high?"

In her mind, Zhao Wujiu would not be able to go to the camp and could not get promoted all the year round, but worked hard and sternly: "It's okay, anyway, even a rank six or seven officer is much better than my white body."

The class barriers are severe, and the status of officials and her who beg grain on the canal boats are very different.

The old-fashioned worry about the country and the people next door: "..."

Zhao Ziheng smiled with a guilty conscience: "...It's almost the same." The prince's boss is the current saint, father and king, cousin... it seems that you don't need to use the energy of drilling camp to cheer up with your father?

The long-experienced Bai Shiqi laughed and scolded, "You should change it!" Kyoto officials walked all over, and a brick can be smashed and there can be several fourth-rank officials. Zhao Ziheng has committed a bragging problem, and she has to pursue Zhao seriously. Doesn't the blameless grade mean that it has slapped his face and embarrassed his brothers.

She stopped looking for the bottom line, and brought up the disembarkation, and tempted Zhao Ziheng: "The next town is very lively. You can eat, drink and have fun. Do you stay on the boat and take a stroll or disembark to play?"

Zhao Ziheng didn't even have to think about it: "We can't get off the boat and leave the cousin on the boat, right?"

Zhao Wujiu would definitely not agree with him running around!

Bai Shiqi patted his chest and promised: "This matter is on my body."

After Zhao Ziheng walked for two more days, Shu Changfeng searched Bai Shiqi several times on the boat, but could not find her hiding place. The boat finally stopped in a prosperous town and prepared to supply melons, fruits, vegetables and vegetables. .

As the boat docked on the dock, Bai Shiqi rushed out and went to see Zhao Wujiu in person next door. He smiled enthusiastically: "Cousin is bored, right? Let's get off the boat and walk around." He started pushing the wheelchair.

Shu Changfeng hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Young Master Bai, my master is not ready to disembark."

Bai Shiqi could not care about the three-seven-seven-one, and left with a wheelchair, and he condemned Shu Changfeng: "What do you know? It is easy for a person to be in a claustrophobic environment all day, and it is easy to have problems in your heart! You are not only subordinates, but not substitutes. The master solves problems and solves problems, trying to amuse him, and even preventing him from going out is really incompetent! If you are worried about safety, call everyone to protect along the way!"

Zhao Wujiu had never encountered a talent who talked to himself in front of him, and even decided to take charge of him without asking for opinions. To his surprise, he forgot to refute her, and he was pushed out of the cabin.

The sun was rising outside, and there was a busy scene on the pier. When Bai Shiqi pushed him off the ship, he winked at Uncle Guan and told him: "Buy more vegetables, fruits, and meat. Don't delay! "

Uncle Guan replied respectfully: "You have fun with the young master, these things are covered by me."

Bai Shiqi pushed Zhao Wujiu's wheelchair out of the boat and joined Zhao Ziheng who had already jumped to the dock.

Zhao Ziheng saw her pushing Zhao Wujiu off the boat. The latter looked serious and seemed very displeased. Shu Changfeng chased him aggressively with a bunch of emergency guards, as if he was about to fight, thinking of Bai Shiqiu. He could not help but squeeze a sweat for Bai Shiqi and waved his hand far away: "Seventeen, here and here."

Bai Shiqi pushed the wheelchair, he yelled loudly, and the people on the dock immediately turned around to look at him. When he saw Zhao Wujiu sitting in the wheelchair, he couldn't stop staring at him as if he were curious.

After Zhao Wujiu lost consciousness in his legs, he had long considered that there would be such a day, he would be very simple, and sometimes he would be suspicious. He felt that the eyes of the servants who were waiting for him were not right, and those who quietly bowed their heads to deliver food and water. The palace folks seem to keep their eyes on his legs every time.

As proud as he was, like a man on his side, in the end even the palace people who were waiting close to him were driven away, and the guards who stayed to take care of them were the guards brought by the army, and they were more at ease.

He sat stiffly in a wheelchair. If it wasn't for his poor dignity, he might have been angry in public. He restrained and squeezed out only two words: "Go back."

Zhao Ziheng just walked in front of them. Unsurprisingly, he heard these two words. He was so frightened that Shengsheng retracted one foot again, pretending to be deaf and dumb, and decided not to make a head rafter, so as not to turn his head and be Shu Changfeng again. Give a meal.

Bai Shiqi approached Zhao Wujiu's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Where is my cousin going back? Back to the boat or to his home in Kyoto? Should I hide in the room for a lifetime?"

The heat she exhaled hit Zhao Wujiu's ears, and for a moment he was almost suspicious that she was about to touch his ears. The people who walked with the blade all year round had a weird creepy, indescribable strangeness.

The anger that he was provoked by Bai Shiqi's arrogance has dissipated a lot, and he felt choked, and he was pushed away by Bai Shiqi without saying a word.

A group of guards heard that Shu Changfeng summoned their staff and said that Bai Shiqi was about to push the prince out to go shopping. Their eyes almost went out of their eyes. They chased him and prepared to follow the order, but found that Bai Shiqi was close to the master talking. The owner didn't seem to show any signs of anger. He even allowed Bai Shiqi to push him away, all at a loss, turning his eyes to Shu Changfeng for help.

Shu Changfeng: I still want to know what to do?

Since the master lost consciousness in his legs, he was seldom willing to take a step at the door of the room. If he were not going to visit a famous doctor in Jiangnan, he would never go out at all.

The group of people was far behind Zhao Wujiu, spreading out, visiting the surrounding environment while paying attention to protect the safety of their owner.

Zhao Ziheng knows the great responsibility and puts away his playfulness, but Bai Shiqi didn’t know what to do. He pushed Zhou Wang to play very happily. He also asked him sincerely when he encountered various snacks on the street: "Cousin wants Don't try it?" Before he refused, he had already stuffed a steaming sesame sesame cake in his hand.

Poor King Zhou, who had been raised in the palace since he was a child, has been taken care of by the army, but he was always taken care of. He is a very self-disciplined person. Has he ever experienced this kind of mischief of eating while walking?

Bai Shiqina knows how expensive the royal family is. He took a bite of the burnt and crispy sesame biscuits with juicy meat inside, and sighed contentedly: "It's a pity that Lao Hu can't make pie."

Lao Hu was the cook she brought on board from Suzhou. She cooked authentic Su dishes, which is very different from the Northland food. When it comes to roasting lamb, he is far behind the cooks in Beijing.

Zhao Ziheng was full of fragrant food and praised his good brother: "Seventeen, if you want to talk about delicious food, you have to find you."

"Both each other." Bai Shiqi didn't dare to be alone in the name of the dude. He looked down and saw Zhao Wujiu holding the sesame cake wrapped in oil paper in his hands. He seemed incomprehensible, and he was immediately happy: "Cousin, try it. Look, the meat filling in Wu's sesame cake was specially prepared, and it doesn't taste like this in other places." Rudely grabbed the oil paper bag in his hand and handed the sesame cake to his mouth.

The scent of butter cakes rushed into the nostrils, and the light Su-style dishes on board for a few days made Zhao Wujiu, who was used to heavy mouthfuls, faint the birds from his mouth. He involuntarily took a bite and looked up suddenly, as if eating. The beasts in the mountains habitually maintain their vigilance.

He originally thought that other people would not only be surprised by how weird he is now, with disabled legs, and even eat bread in the street. He didn't expect to catch only two or three people's curious eyes and swept them away. Most passers-by didn't seem to notice him. behavior.

The imperial education is strict and the etiquette is unimaginable. Zhao Wujiu has been a meticulous temperament since he was a child. Except for the prince, he can be called a model among the princes. If you can't write a single word, you can rewrite it over and over again. It takes a hundred or eighty times of practice.

What Yu Bai said that the most common things are out of place when he is here. Unless the battlefield is a matter of life and death, he will abandon the etiquette learned from his childhood in the palace, as long as he returns to the world and takes off the layer. The ceremonial shell comes on top of itself.

Five steps away, Shu Changfeng saw Wang Zhou sitting in a wheelchair eating sesame cakes on the street, and felt sad for no reason - how did his master ever get to this point?

Seeing Zhao Wujiu took a bite, Bai Shiqi put the sesame cake back into his hand, pushing the wheelchair forward with one hand and biting his own sesame cake with the other hand. He bought some gadgets from the street stall. It was not easy to carry in, so he piled his brains in Zhao Wujiu's arms.

Zhao Wujiu: The rude brat!

He bit the biscuits, and he had to admit that the meat biscuits were delicious, and he had a piece of cake in a few bites.

"What did you do to buy these children's toys?" Zhao Wujiu looked back at the Hubing stall...had already walked out for some distance.

"This is a gift for a bunch of children." Bai Shiqizhi naturally followed his gaze and guessed his intention: "Don't eat more biscuits, or you can eat enough at one time. Next time you pass by here. One more piece of fun is missing."

Zhao Wujiu: What novel theory is this?

The author has something to say:...This is yesterday's update.

There are still red envelopes in the comments of this chapter for more than ten words. I will reissue the previous ones tonight if I have time. There are still many things to do today, and I have to make up more.