dmims Chapter 1294 Typhoon (2)
Chapter 1294 Typhoon (2)
Chapter 1294 Typhoon (II)
“Wahahahahahaha—”
On the afternoon of June 11, arrogant laughter rang out in the courtyard behind the Princess's Mansion. Ning Ji, holding a newspaper with pictures printed on it in his hand, smiled until his mouth was as big as a watermelon.
As the leaves of the banyan tree swayed, a picnic stall was set up in the shade of the tree. There were cold drinks, cold dishes and fruits bought from outside, and a scorching charcoal basin. Ning Ji prepared a large basin of bamboo skewers and spices, and lured Yinping and his brother over. So the barbecue was only halfway done, and of course he had to start showing off his achievements in the newspaper, which was like closing the door and beating the dog.
“Bang, bang, bang—bang, bang, bang—”
The little princess Zhou Fuyang, who had already eaten a lot, was running around and couldn't quite keep up with the rhythm. After she reacted, she hurried to the flower bed nearby, took out a small gong, waved the drumstick and started beating it, and shouted the previously agreed lines: "Invincible! Invincible! Sun Wukong - Invincible -"
Qu Longjun clapped hard.
The atmosphere was just right. The two siblings sitting on the small bench next to the collar looked like two unhappy quails. Yue Yun said, "I knew... this kid couldn't hold his fart well."
Yin Ping took the newspaper: "I don't think this is like him either."
"There are words next to it!" Ning Ji poked his head over from the newspaper and directed Yin Ping to read the article next to it, "Look, there are words next to it!"
“Wow—hahahahahaha—I’m going to be invincible—”
"Invincible! Invincible!"
The cheerful words were flying around in the yard, making people irritated. The little princess ran around with the gong in her hand, and came to Yue Yun and banged and shouted, making Yue Yun's face wrinkled into a bun: "My father is invincible in the world. Many people heard it yesterday..."
“Bang, bang, bang—bang, bang, bang—”
Yin Ping sighed and brought the little princess over, stuffing something into her mouth: "Don't always teach Her Highness nonsense."
"Who can prove that it was your father who did it? Your father himself doesn't admit it!"
"Hmph, when there are no heroes, monkeys become kings... What can you do? Will you go out into the world with this newspaper?"
"I'll bring a whole box of—"
"Hurry up and grill the meat, you bastard, or I'm leaving!"
"Alas, it's a pity that General Yue left, otherwise I could... um, have a fight with him..."
Ning Ji didn't want to go too far. He sat down and started grilling meat, shaking his head. As the spices were sprinkled, the yard was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
"Hmm, is this the taste of the Southwest..."
"Not bad... Why can't Zuo Wenhuai and the others do this?"
"Hehe, this is a secret spice... Of course, I can't tell Zuo Wenhuai, who is a traitor..."
"Oh, you even teach military training and studying things, but you're hiding this?"
"Of course. My father said that this ratio is very difficult to master! He will pass it on to my brother in the future. When... humph, when he is too old to sweep the floor in Mr. Ning's office, he will open a shop for my brother to make a comeback!"
"How did you learn that?"
"Tsk... My brother got married very early. He works in an office every day. He eats out in the city and eats with his sister-in-law when he gets home. Why does he need to cook?... I'm different. I run around on the battlefield and sometimes my mouth has no taste. I live on this food. My father had no choice but to tell me the secret recipe..."
"What do you want to eat, sister-in-law?"
"Well, I mean eating the food cooked by my sister-in-law."
"It sounds like your brother is a corrupt petty official."
"That's quite corrupt... Let me tell you, every time he goes to a place, he racks his brains to find all kinds of delicious food, and all his salary is spent on eating out... In fact, my father is the same. Whenever my brother finds delicious food outside, he has to secretly bring it back to him, otherwise he will be scolded. They say, you rebellious son, what use are you... Hahahahaha..."
After one round of grilling, the skewers were almost gone immediately. Ning Ji sat there, enjoying the smoke and fire. He was used to being in the army. If he wanted others to listen to him and show off, he had to give them benefits. At this time, he was willing to show off in the newspaper and finish a whole pot of skewers. But after a while, Yue Yun and Yin Ping disliked his slow grilling and started to do it themselves.
"If you die in a few days, you have to leave this recipe behind."
"You have to keep the newspapers I give you carefully."
"make a deal……"
"hey-hey……"
……
"...In fact, Zuo Xingzhou also learned about this spice back then..."
……
There were rustling, sizzling, and smoky sounds, interspersed with the clanging of gongs by the little princess. It was evening, and in the bustling atmosphere, Zhou Pei also came over. Hearing that it was the taste of the southwest, she sat aside and asked, "Can I try a few, too?"
She ate a few skewers and drank a small bowl of rice wine, watching Ning Ji dancing and talking about interesting things in the army or at home. When her face was slightly sweaty, she took a newspaper that Ning Ji had bought wholesale, stood up and left. Yin Ping and Yue Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
During this period, Zhao Xiaosong also ran back and forth several times.
It was a rather unbecoming thing to light a fire in the princess's house. Even when Yue Fei wanted to do it yesterday, he had to report it to her in advance. Who knew Ning Ji would make a fuss today and even brought the little princess over, training her to be a lackey who beat the gongs and drums. When the smoke from the barbecue was lingering, she had no choice but to come over and wipe Zhou Fuyang's face several times.
The little girl was smoked by the smoke and sweating from the high temperature of the barbecue, but she was not afraid at all. She beat her little gong, ate and drank, and felt happy.
This continued until the sun set. Zhou Fuyang said, "My stomach hurts." Zhao Xiaosong, who happened to run over, was startled. The little girl had eaten too much and didn't want to move anymore. Zhao Xiaosong said, "I'll go get Doctor Hu."
Ning Ji also examined the other party, and then carried the little princess, and went to the pharmacy in the mansion with Qu Longjun and Yinping. He had been injured a lot recently, and was already familiar with the pharmacy in the mansion. He went in and grabbed a few medicines, ground them into powder, and coaxed Zhou Fuyang, who "couldn't eat anymore", to eat them. On the other side, Zhao Xiaosong took the imperial physician back, but couldn't find the princess and the gang of perpetrators, and there was another commotion.
He put the little girl on the bed in the pharmacy and asked Qu Longjun to gently rub her belly. When Zhao Xiaosong came over, Zhou Fuyang was already shouting that she wanted to go to the toilet. Zhao Xiaosong was so angry: "I, I'm going to tell the princess!"
"Lululu, if you dare, hit me - I will tell the adults -"
In fact, Zhao Xiaosong is of course already an adult. She has been in charge of the affairs of the princess's mansion for two or three years. In the past, she was very strict and could always arrange the affairs of the mansion properly. But now, because she did not know Ning Ji's identity, she repeatedly complained that the other party was protected by the eldest princess, the emperor, Cheng Zhouhai and others, and she was so angry that she was about to cry.
Of course, this time the little princess’s stomach was upset by the random eating. This was a big deal, so she turned her head and went to complain again.
Zhou Pei frowned and thought for a moment: "Is Zhou Fuyang okay now?"
"She... has diarrhea now..."
"Well, that's fine." Zhou Pei was soft-hearted and sighed, "First of all, he is a regular military doctor, and the medical skills of the southwest are reliable. Secondly, he has several sisters at home. I'm afraid we don't have as much experience as he does in this kind of thing... Actually, Zhao Xiaosong, although you are older than him, you are still unmarried. If you can get married and have a child earlier, you shouldn't be so panicked..."
"Ah..." Zhao Xiaosong blinked, "The young princess... she is worth a lot of money, why... why is she talking about my marriage again..."
"Well, it just suddenly occurred to me that His Majesty has recently married a few more people..."
hum hum...
Zhao Xiaosong lowered her head and listened to the nagging. Her eyes became circled like mosquito coils and her whole body wilted. She left this place dejectedly. Not far away, a dog face suddenly appeared from behind the pillar in front of her. It was the "invincible" "Sun Wukong".
"Hey, Miss Zhao... Sister Xiaosong." The other party thought for a moment and asked, "Have you finished your complaint?"
“……”My blood pressure is rising.
"Ah, don't be angry, don't be angry... I just want to ask, Cheng Zhouhai... has Mr. Cheng come to the mansion?"
"...What do you want to do?"
"It seems like he's been avoiding me since yesterday... I have something else to talk to him about."
"No."
"Then when will he come over, Sister Xiaosong..."
"I don't know." Zhao Xiaosong lowered his head and walked quickly forward.
The monkey's silhouette followed, hopping and buzzing: "That's impossible. They all said they want to ask you about the affairs of the mansion. Don't hold a grudge. I only want to ask you about serious matters..."
The struggle in the city seemed to be gradually coming to an end, but in the princess's mansion, the factors that caused the chaotic atmosphere still existed and harassed Zhao Xiaosong for a long time under the moonlight.
Back in the courtyard, the night was gradually getting darker.
Qu Longjun had taken a bath and was wearing a soft white nightgown. She brought warm water and wiped Ning Ji's body before changing the medicine on his body. In the bright yellow light, Ning Ji briefly told him about not finding Cheng Zhouhai. Qu Longjun said, "He shouldn't really be hiding from you." After that, there wasn't much else between the two of them.
Qu Longjun changed the medicine gently and softly. They had already promised each other in their hearts and even in past conversations. Kissing, hugging and simple physical contact gradually became natural. But this night, perhaps it was because the previous barbecue and rice wine made people irritated, or perhaps it was because the windless night was too hot, a vague and uneasy ambiguity seemed to always shroud the two of them, and every physical contact seemed to tell something.
After changing the wound dressing, the two hugged each other. Under the shadow of the big banyan tree, everything around them seemed peaceful. There was no one else in the whole world. After a long time, Ning Ji said, "Will this... be bad for you..."
Qu Longjun said: "Does it hurt you..." Her voice trembled, as if she was crying.
Under the night sky, there was silence for a while, and then Qu Longjun said with tears in her eyes: "Xiaolong... I have promised you everything I have..."
On June 11, on a hot and quiet night in Fuzhou, the two gradually got used to each other. Since Ning Ji was experienced and Qu Longjun already had some knowledge, their first time was not too painful...
But Qu Longjun shed many tears.
On the same night, the emperor, who had married three women the day before, was still working overtime in the imperial study, and had not even seen the true faces of the three women.
……
The moon was half round and was gradually becoming full. The sparse starlight was blinking, waiting for time to pass midnight and slowly approached June 12th.
Ning Ji woke up when a green light appeared in the sky. He looked at Qu Longjun lying beside him and couldn't help kissing her. Qu Longjun also woke up for a moment while still in a daze.
She was not wearing any clothes, but she knew what Ning Ji was going to do in the morning, and she muttered, "Give me a pair of scissors."
Ning Ji brought her a pair of scissors, Qu Longjun placed them beside the bed, wrapped herself in a thin quilt, closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
After putting on his clothes and washing himself in the dark, Ning Ji went out of the courtyard. He walked through several corridors of the Princess's Mansion and finally saw Cheng Zhouhai, who had come to handle affairs in the morning, in the office room in front. This time, he was sitting behind the desk signing documents. When he saw him, he was calm: "Zhao Xiaosong said that you were looking for me yesterday. What's the matter?"
"When will Chen Shuangran take action?"
"..." Cheng Zhouhai was silent for a moment, until he signed the document in his hand and put it aside, then he said: "The operation in Chengbei has completely failed, Pu Xingui was executed, and according to credible channels, Chen Shuangran and Cao Jinlong have both escaped and stopped... We have won this round, why do you say that?"
"Yesterday when I went shopping, Yue Yun followed me shamelessly. He got nervous when I walked away." Ning Ji stared at him, "Fan Zhong and Tun Yun are both dead. There is no one in the city who can threaten my safety. You let Yue Yun keep a close eye on me. Are you afraid that I will ruin your business?"
"..." He opened the document again, dipped it in ink, and signed it. Cheng Zhouhai laughed, "What do you want to do?"
"I will follow your orders, but when it comes time to do it, can you please give me her life?" Then he added: "You know why."
The morning breeze rustled the leaves outside the window, making the morning seem cool and warm. Cheng Zhouhai raised his head.
“When will the typhoon come?”
"Uh...how can I..." Ning Ji frowned, "You mean..."
"She is waiting for a typhoon..."
Cheng Zhouhai pointed outside.
“…When the time comes, I’ll ask you to do something.”
Ning Ji put his legs together and saluted.
After a while, Zhou Junwu came to the princess's mansion and listened to the little princess telling him that she had pooped so much last night that she was the most poop in the world.
The emperor, who was always easy-going and free-spirited, was a little amused this time.
Zhou Pei held the porridge and sighed to him.
"Except for his appearance, no matter how I look at him, he doesn't look like Miss Xiaochan's child... Why doesn't he look steady at all?"
"Haha, I know that... It is said that he grew up learning martial arts from Madam Liu Xigua Liu, the master of Tyrant Sword. Besides, the teacher also taught him many life lessons."
"…What did you teach?"
"...I'll ask later."