Chapter 167 Catching Drunk Immortals and Candied Haws

  In his dream, Li Shixin once again returned to the perspective of a girl.

  Chun Han gives a bath in Huaqing Pool, and hot spring water cleans the fat.

  Rao is Li Shixin’s past life and has been baptized by various action movies in Eastern and Western Europe and the United States, but he still feels agitated when he sees the concubine wearing only a light gauze dress.

  Beauty, sometimes it is not in the body, but in the temperament.

  At this time, the girl removed the hands that were measuring the fat and spoke.

   "Noble man, alright."

   "Don't you need to measure it carefully?" Looking at the girl who bowed and offered the tape back again, the nobleman in the hot spring raised his eyebrows.

  "To the noble man, my craft is based on the mind, not the shape, and the noble man's posture is already in the slave's heart."

   "Oh? Your craft sounds interesting. The palace has ordered someone to find you a place in the palace. What tools and fabrics are needed, so you can make it convenient for the female officials."

   "If you are a nobleman, the slave should go back to his own house. The tools will be easier to use."

   "The materials in the palace are all the tribute of the state capital Pan Guo. I think you don't have them in your family."

   "Noble man, the clothes are well made, and the clothes look good or not, it's not in the material."

   "What's that?"

   "Well, this is naturally the craftsmanship of the female workers. Secondly... who is watching it. Then if the person who looks at you likes you, it is a new burlap cloth. He is also delighted to see it."

  "You girl, what a clever mouth! Haha, that’s good. Then I'm waiting for your lightness and weight. I hope your hands are more clever than your mouth."

  The beauty in the warm pond smiled charmingly, and then the maid presented a large bathrobe to cover the splendid spring.

  Then, the angle of view becomes a daughter's boudoir.

  You can see the green bamboo in the distant mountains outside the boudoir, but it seems that it is not in the city of Chang'an.

  Different from other boudoirs, the room is covered with fabrics of various colors. In front of the boudoir bed, a large cutting table makes it look more like a workshop.

  A pair of plain hands picked up the scissors with the handles entangled in the red cloth, and cut the two-foot-long light yarn like flowing water.

  There is no ruler, no clothes, just a figure in the mind.

Layers of layers are obviously cut by scissors, but they are slowly piled up like natural light yarns. With a pair of dexterous hands, silver needles wearing silk threads are interspersed with hooks, and it is like creating an ink painting. A little bit of charm...

  One night passed.

  When the sun shines into the boudoir, on the hanger in front of the girl, a costume like a fairy in the heavens has appeared;

  A light cyan blouse with large sleeves like weeping willows.

  The pleated folds hang down, like the skirt of a waterfall in the mountains.

   on the shoulders, it swings gently even in a windless room, like a streamer of light clouds in the sky...

   Seeing her craft, the girl yawned greatly.

  ……

   "Zixiu, do you know what Saburo said today when I saw you in the suit made by the palace?"

   "The slave does not know..."

  "Sabur said, what kind of clothes are you wearing in this palace? I wear the green mountains and flowing waters of the south of the Yangtze River, and the smoke and clouds of weeping willows on my body."

   "Then my god...do you like it?"

   "Naturally I like it. He also specifically announced that Daoxuan came to make a second painting for the palace. After Daoxuan hooked up, he said that there are not only people in this painting, but also the meaning of landscape."

   "That's great!"

   "Cixiu, your craftsmanship is very good. But my palace cannot reward you with gold or silver."

   "Huh? Why, mother?"

  "You are too young. The elders in the family have served the Empress Wu again. Too famous, it may not be a good thing for you."

"Oh……"

  Looking at the girl’s disappointed expression, the woman who seemed to come out of the painting smiled slightly, "But this palace can grant you something, what do you want most now? I can give it to you."

  "Well, then, shall I catch a drunk fairy?" Note*

   "Why do you want this thing?"

"The slave grew up outside of Chang'an. My father and mother only asked the slaves to practice female red at home. They were not afraid of the jokes of the empress. This time the slave heard Xuan entered the palace, but it was the first time he returned to Chang'an! This is so interesting, that The street stalls catching drunk immortals are more sophisticated than the old folks in the village used to persuade them to drink! The slave wants to bring one back, so my sisters' eyes will be red!"

   "What a ghostly girl. In that case, my palace will allow you."

  ……

  Chang'an, on the street.

The owner of the    angle of view is holding an exquisite drunk-catching fairy, jumping happily.

  Compared with the papery drunken tumbler on the market, this one is so delicate. Look at the appearance, it seems to be something that Pan Di paid tribute to. The delicate walnut wood is carved into the shape of Hu Ji. At first glance, it looks naive, and the gold and silver threads and painted outlines decorated during the period are vivid.

  Just as the girl focused all of her attention on the plaything in her hand, she suddenly ran into a figure that sprang out in front of her.

   Panicked, catching the drunk fairy fell to the ground. A depression suddenly appeared on the beautiful drunk fairy's face.

  "You bastard, don't you look at people when you walk? Suddenly come out! Oh! My catching drunk god! You pay me for catching drunk god!"

  I was hit by a girl, and a slanted young man was scolded and angry: "The little lady is born with bright eyes and white teeth, why do you talk dogmatically?"

  Hahaha!

  There was a burst of laughter from the lively crowd around.

  Looking at the beloved Lunzuixian broke, and listened to the ridicule of the people around, the girl squatted on the ground with anger, and carefully picked up the cheeky Lunzuixian.

  The tears fell off.

   "Huh? Little lady, don't cry! Wasn't it pretty good just now... Don't cry, I will pay you!"

From the perspective of   , a young man with a dark face leaned over in a panic.

  "This is a reward from the nobleman in the palace, what do you pay for it?" The girl looked at the boy in coarse clothes, squatting in front of her, and waved her hand: "Go!"

Hearing this, the young man's face became stubborn, and he snatched the drunk goddess from the girl's hand: "Many man, one letter travels the world. Don't say it's a reward from a nobleman in the palace, or a fall from the palace. What can you do with his property? If someone says he will pay you, he will pay you!"

   "Faithful, ambitious!"

   "Good man!"

  The spectators around saw the juvenile's xinxing and cheered.

  The angle of view changed again.

  The sun has slanted to the west.

  Looking at the ugly red paint on her face in her hands, it would be better to catch the drunk immortal without repairing. The girl’s perspective was obscured by tears.

   "Hey, hey, don't cry!"

Opposite   , the red-painted boy numb his claws with his hands and face.

  He grinned and thought for a long time, then patted his head.

  He picked up the corner of his clothes and wanted to tear it, but hesitated when he saw the coarse cloth. Afterwards, he picked up the corner of the girl's undergarment without saying anything, and with a sneer, tore off the top layer of veil.

   Then, around the face of Lu Zuixian, he made a face towel that he didn’t know so-called.

  "This catching drunk fairy is an Orchid! Since it is Orchid, how can you not wear a veil? Here! You think this is much better!"

  Looking at the masked hunting drunk fairy, and then watching her skirt with a big opening being torn out, the girl finally broke down.

"Wow!"

  Looking at the girl who burst into tears, the boy was completely stunned...

  ……

  On the way out of town.

  The girl held the Drunken Immortal in her hand, looked at the two bunches of candied haws in her hand, and snorted heavily;

  "You are still sincere. But these two bunches of candied haws are not worth my drunk goddess. Don't think this girl will forgive you so easily!"

   "Then what do you want? My last two cents are for you to buy candied haws!"

  "In the future, I still have to enter the palace to be a female celebrity for the nobles. As long as I come to Chang'an, you have to give me candied haws!"

   "Huh?! How long will it take to finish?"

   "Well... wait until I have enough to talk about it!"

   Hearing the deadline given by the girl, and then watching her eating with syrup in her candied haws face, the boy's face was bitter.

"Ah,"

  Looking at the boy's appearance, the girl smiled: "Does it hurt? I haven't used you to pay for my skirt!"

   "No no! Isn't it just candied haws! It will be wrapped on me in the future!"

  The boy hurriedly straightened his chest and patted heavily.

   With his other hand, he quietly touched the deflated wallet.

PS: I didn’t finish writing Khan last night. Note: The tumbler was transformed from the “catching drunk immortals” in the Tang Dynasty. At that time, “catching the drunk immortals” was also called “Qiujiuhu” and “wine beard”. Kind of tools. Carve a human shape with wood or paper paste, with a thin upper part and a thick lower part. When drinking, people sit around the table, put the "catching drunk fairy" on a plate and place it in the middle of the table. The elderly start to twist with their hands to make it spin. When it stops, the fingers or face Whoever drinks alcohol, and then the drinker twirles, and so on, until he is happy.

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)