Chapter 28
The goddess was very moved, and then rejected him
Chapter 28 The goddess was very moved, and then rejected him
When Lin Fan returned home, he found that Qian'er had already returned.
The little girl stood guard at the gate, with a deep tiredness on her face, it seemed that she had been standing at the gate for quite a long time.
"What are you doing standing here? Why don't you go in?"
Lin Fan asked knowingly.
Qian'er stared at Lin Fan, and asked crisply:
"Where did you just go?"
"Golden Ring Lane, didn't we go together?"
Lin Fan pretended to be confused while pretending to understand.
"A man died on the side of Golden Ring Lane just now, did you know?"
Qian'er looked at Lin Fan suspiciously.
"I heard a burst of shouting, and the scene was a little chaotic, so I took the opportunity to run away."
Lin Fan made up a reason casually.
Qian'er nodded, but she didn't have any doubts about what Lin Fan said.
"The person who died was Taiwei Gao's Dalang Gao Yanei, and he would cause quite a bit of trouble."
Qian'er told Lin Fan.
"Someone from the government should come to investigate this matter soon, so you say you have been with me all the time."
"..." Lin Fan.
All along, I thought that Qian'er was a simple little girl, but now it seems that a simple person is not a fool.
But this did Lin Fan a great favor, at least he didn't have to make excuses for himself.
What Qian'er said was the best testimony of her absence.
As for Liu Chun's accusations against him.
Lin Fan wasn't worried at all, Gao Yanei didn't kill himself, even if they said they were there and hugged the queen's thigh here, Gao Qi would not really do anything to him.
Of course, the most important task now is to accompany my thighs.
Lin Fan and Qian'er walked into the courtyard.
Qian'er said to Lin Fan seriously:
"What the sage told you to do, have you already done it?"
This little girl is particularly concerned about Zhu Lian's arrangement.
Lin Fan put on a distressed expression, and said to Qian'er:
"I'm ashamed to say that I originally wanted to do the task assigned by the saint today, but who knew that there was such a mistake in the middle, and even my life was almost lost."
Qian'er also knew that Lin Fan was seriously injured, and of course it was for this reason that she felt that Gao Yanei's death had nothing to do with Lin Fan.
And she was ordered to take care of Lin Fan. Just now Lin Fan slipped away under her nose. This was her dereliction of duty. Qian'er would never allow this to happen.
So he took the initiative to assume the role of accomplice.
"The sage treats you with great kindness, and you must try your best to complete the things she has entrusted to you."
Qian'er told Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was right when he thought about it, Zhu Lian was really kind to him, and when he heard that he was seriously injured, someone actually sent him a thousand-year-old ginseng.
This kindness to me... Of course, it may also be greedy for my body.
I should still say thank you.
But how can I thank you?
Or ask the young general in white robe to come out.
After all, the young general is invincible, no matter how deep it is, he can fill it up.
Of course, Lin Fan only dared to think about this idea, Zhu Lian is not an ordinary woman, even if she really wanted to, with dozens of pairs of eyes staring at her, she couldn't help it.
Then how should I hug Zhu Lian's thigh tightly?
Under the existing material conditions...
Lin Fan had a flash of inspiration, and he already had a plan in his mind.
"Thank you Miss Qian'er for taking care of me, I'm treating you to something delicious."
Lin Fan took the opportunity to grab Qian'er's little hand.
Qian'er frowned, she didn't seem to take care of him.
But the sage let himself take care of him. If he said he didn't take care of him, would he be negligent in his duty?
In the midst of entanglement, Qian'er forgot Lin Fan's action of grabbing her little hand, and was dragged out of the door by him like this.
In the Song Dynasty, the commerce was prosperous, the nightlife was rich, and there was no curfew. It was past Xu time (about 9 o'clock in the evening), and the lights on both sides of the Bian River were still brightly lit, and hawkers were still selling along the street.
Qian'er entered the palace at a very young age, and her memory of the Bianhe Night Market was still in her childhood. Seeing this lively scene, she opened her mouth slightly, a little surprised.
The scene in front of him was one that he would never see in the deep palace for a lifetime.
The most prosperous brothel in the Song Dynasty, the Fanlou, was built on the edge of the Bian River.
The huge four-story building radiates dazzling light in the dark night, and there are many figures inside. The joyous songs and laughter are mixed with the triumphant laughter of men and the cries of women's flattery...
"This place is really prosperous!"
Looking at the lively scene in front of her, Qian'er couldn't help but praise.
"Business girls don't know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing flowers in the backyard across the river."
Lin Fan couldn't help but let out a sigh.
When later generations went to school, they didn't have a deep understanding of this poem, but at this time, facing the Jin army's oppression and the Song Dynasty's internal and external difficulties, this poem involuntarily popped up in Lin Fan's mind.
I think the great poet Du Mu should have created this poem in such a state of mind.
Qian'er stared blankly at the man beside him reciting poems, but she didn't expect this warrior to have such a talent for poetry.
Especially when she saw his slightly melancholy eyes and the compassionate tone in his words, Qian'er was stunned for a while.
Qian'er's little heart beat violently a few times, no good, it was a feeling of heartbeat, she subconsciously wanted to pull her little hand out.
Lin Fan grabbed her tightly.
"Hold on to me, there are too many people, you will get lost in a while."
Lin Fan said casually.
Qian'er heard him say this, hesitated for a while, and finally gave up the plan to pull her hand out.
There are too many people, I just don't want to get separated from him.
Qian'er comforted herself in this way.
Lin Fan bought goat milk, honey, eggs, wheat flour...
"What are you buying these things for?"
Qian'er asked curiously.
"You'll find out later."
Lin Fan made a trick on purpose.
In his previous life, his family was poor, and the goddess Lin Fan had a crush on had a birthday. He didn't have extra money to buy a cake, so Lin Fan made it himself once.
The goddess was very moved when she saw the cake made by Lin Fan, and then rejected him.
He turned around and got into the co-pilot of the BMW next to him.
Fortunately, this skill was not in vain, and it will finally come in handy.
It’s just that the conditions are limited now, and cowboys are impossible. We can only use goat’s milk instead. There are special wet nurses in the palace. If you have a chance, you can borrow some from them. Maybe the taste is better...
Please don't think too much, it is simply borrowed to make cakes, of course you can taste the taste before borrowing.
Fellow Daoists, don’t worry, the real nurses are actually young girls, not like the fifty or sixty aunts and grandmas on TV.
Everyone can eat it with confidence.Bad Smiley.jpg.
(End of this chapter)
When Lin Fan returned home, he found that Qian'er had already returned.
The little girl stood guard at the gate, with a deep tiredness on her face, it seemed that she had been standing at the gate for quite a long time.
"What are you doing standing here? Why don't you go in?"
Lin Fan asked knowingly.
Qian'er stared at Lin Fan, and asked crisply:
"Where did you just go?"
"Golden Ring Lane, didn't we go together?"
Lin Fan pretended to be confused while pretending to understand.
"A man died on the side of Golden Ring Lane just now, did you know?"
Qian'er looked at Lin Fan suspiciously.
"I heard a burst of shouting, and the scene was a little chaotic, so I took the opportunity to run away."
Lin Fan made up a reason casually.
Qian'er nodded, but she didn't have any doubts about what Lin Fan said.
"The person who died was Taiwei Gao's Dalang Gao Yanei, and he would cause quite a bit of trouble."
Qian'er told Lin Fan.
"Someone from the government should come to investigate this matter soon, so you say you have been with me all the time."
"..." Lin Fan.
All along, I thought that Qian'er was a simple little girl, but now it seems that a simple person is not a fool.
But this did Lin Fan a great favor, at least he didn't have to make excuses for himself.
What Qian'er said was the best testimony of her absence.
As for Liu Chun's accusations against him.
Lin Fan wasn't worried at all, Gao Yanei didn't kill himself, even if they said they were there and hugged the queen's thigh here, Gao Qi would not really do anything to him.
Of course, the most important task now is to accompany my thighs.
Lin Fan and Qian'er walked into the courtyard.
Qian'er said to Lin Fan seriously:
"What the sage told you to do, have you already done it?"
This little girl is particularly concerned about Zhu Lian's arrangement.
Lin Fan put on a distressed expression, and said to Qian'er:
"I'm ashamed to say that I originally wanted to do the task assigned by the saint today, but who knew that there was such a mistake in the middle, and even my life was almost lost."
Qian'er also knew that Lin Fan was seriously injured, and of course it was for this reason that she felt that Gao Yanei's death had nothing to do with Lin Fan.
And she was ordered to take care of Lin Fan. Just now Lin Fan slipped away under her nose. This was her dereliction of duty. Qian'er would never allow this to happen.
So he took the initiative to assume the role of accomplice.
"The sage treats you with great kindness, and you must try your best to complete the things she has entrusted to you."
Qian'er told Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was right when he thought about it, Zhu Lian was really kind to him, and when he heard that he was seriously injured, someone actually sent him a thousand-year-old ginseng.
This kindness to me... Of course, it may also be greedy for my body.
I should still say thank you.
But how can I thank you?
Or ask the young general in white robe to come out.
After all, the young general is invincible, no matter how deep it is, he can fill it up.
Of course, Lin Fan only dared to think about this idea, Zhu Lian is not an ordinary woman, even if she really wanted to, with dozens of pairs of eyes staring at her, she couldn't help it.
Then how should I hug Zhu Lian's thigh tightly?
Under the existing material conditions...
Lin Fan had a flash of inspiration, and he already had a plan in his mind.
"Thank you Miss Qian'er for taking care of me, I'm treating you to something delicious."
Lin Fan took the opportunity to grab Qian'er's little hand.
Qian'er frowned, she didn't seem to take care of him.
But the sage let himself take care of him. If he said he didn't take care of him, would he be negligent in his duty?
In the midst of entanglement, Qian'er forgot Lin Fan's action of grabbing her little hand, and was dragged out of the door by him like this.
In the Song Dynasty, the commerce was prosperous, the nightlife was rich, and there was no curfew. It was past Xu time (about 9 o'clock in the evening), and the lights on both sides of the Bian River were still brightly lit, and hawkers were still selling along the street.
Qian'er entered the palace at a very young age, and her memory of the Bianhe Night Market was still in her childhood. Seeing this lively scene, she opened her mouth slightly, a little surprised.
The scene in front of him was one that he would never see in the deep palace for a lifetime.
The most prosperous brothel in the Song Dynasty, the Fanlou, was built on the edge of the Bian River.
The huge four-story building radiates dazzling light in the dark night, and there are many figures inside. The joyous songs and laughter are mixed with the triumphant laughter of men and the cries of women's flattery...
"This place is really prosperous!"
Looking at the lively scene in front of her, Qian'er couldn't help but praise.
"Business girls don't know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing flowers in the backyard across the river."
Lin Fan couldn't help but let out a sigh.
When later generations went to school, they didn't have a deep understanding of this poem, but at this time, facing the Jin army's oppression and the Song Dynasty's internal and external difficulties, this poem involuntarily popped up in Lin Fan's mind.
I think the great poet Du Mu should have created this poem in such a state of mind.
Qian'er stared blankly at the man beside him reciting poems, but she didn't expect this warrior to have such a talent for poetry.
Especially when she saw his slightly melancholy eyes and the compassionate tone in his words, Qian'er was stunned for a while.
Qian'er's little heart beat violently a few times, no good, it was a feeling of heartbeat, she subconsciously wanted to pull her little hand out.
Lin Fan grabbed her tightly.
"Hold on to me, there are too many people, you will get lost in a while."
Lin Fan said casually.
Qian'er heard him say this, hesitated for a while, and finally gave up the plan to pull her hand out.
There are too many people, I just don't want to get separated from him.
Qian'er comforted herself in this way.
Lin Fan bought goat milk, honey, eggs, wheat flour...
"What are you buying these things for?"
Qian'er asked curiously.
"You'll find out later."
Lin Fan made a trick on purpose.
In his previous life, his family was poor, and the goddess Lin Fan had a crush on had a birthday. He didn't have extra money to buy a cake, so Lin Fan made it himself once.
The goddess was very moved when she saw the cake made by Lin Fan, and then rejected him.
He turned around and got into the co-pilot of the BMW next to him.
Fortunately, this skill was not in vain, and it will finally come in handy.
It’s just that the conditions are limited now, and cowboys are impossible. We can only use goat’s milk instead. There are special wet nurses in the palace. If you have a chance, you can borrow some from them. Maybe the taste is better...
Please don't think too much, it is simply borrowed to make cakes, of course you can taste the taste before borrowing.
Fellow Daoists, don’t worry, the real nurses are actually young girls, not like the fifty or sixty aunts and grandmas on TV.
Everyone can eat it with confidence.Bad Smiley.jpg.
(End of this chapter)