The Shan family's carriage is as gorgeous as a royal family. In the scorching summer, there are a lot of ice cubes inside the carriage. As soon as Wen Chan got in, he immediately felt the coolness blowing on his face.
There is a layer of summer mat on the soft bed, which is neither hard nor cold, and it is very enjoyable.
Wen Chan has been tossing from yesterday to now, and he didn't sleep well at night. After sitting on the soft couch for a while, he fell into a deep sleep amid the rocking of the carriage.
I don't know how long he slept, but in a trance, he smelled a fragrance.
Maybe it was because he was too hungry, Wen Chan immediately opened his eyes when he smelled the faint smell of rice. Sunlight came in through the shutters. The carriage had been parked for a long time, but no one came to wake him up.
For a moment, his heart felt a little empty. He opened the curtain and looked out, only to see a few horses tied around the carriage, but no one was there.
The sound of children laughing came from behind. Wen Chan got out of the carriage with his clothes on, and saw a noodle restaurant. There were four tables and chairs in front of the noodle restaurant, and three children were sitting on one of them, eating noodles.
Wen Chan felt that this noodle restaurant looked familiar, opened his big eyes and scanned around, and found that they had returned to Bafang City, and this noodle restaurant was located at the very edge of Bafang City, which was hardly in the city. .
At the beginning, Wen Chan was driving a horse, galloping eastward from the small road in front of the noodle shop, and then met the wicked man lying on the old black cow...
He walked slowly to one of the tables and chairs and sat down, the smell of the rice became stronger, his stomach was rolling wildly, his eyes couldn't help but stick to the face of one of the children, and he gulped down a big mouthful of saliva.
Noticing his gaze, the child subconsciously wrapped his arms around the bowl and fished it into his arms.
I'm so hungry... Wen Chan rubbed his stomach, but he didn't have a single coin on his body. Ah Fu and Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting didn't know where to go. There was only half a steamed bun left in his sleeve that he didn't finish eating yesterday. After a night, it had already hardened. Wen Chan Stare at the noodle bowl and let the saliva overflow.
Or eat it, it's important to fill your stomach. Wen Chan himself persuaded himself, although it was a little hard, but it was still a steamed bun anyway, it was better than nothing.
He reached into the sleeve with his hand and took out the half of the hard steamed bun. The originally yellowed skin was faintly blackened. He squeezed it vigorously and made three irrecoverable fingerprints. Wen Chan looked around at the steamed buns, finding it hard to put his mouth down.
As soon as the eyes are closed and the heart is horizontal, it is swallowed into the stomach. Wen Chan secretly gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide. Just as he was about to take a big bite, the steamed bun in his hand was suddenly snatched away.
Wen Chan's first thought was: Is there any humanity in grabbing such a blackened steamed bun? !
Opening his eyes angrily, it turned out to be Liang Yanbei.
Following Wen Chan's example, he squeezed the steamed buns, and looked at Wen Chan in surprise, "Young Master Wen, can you eat this stuff?"
Wen Chan suddenly became angry, and said unhappily, "Otherwise, do we do this? Starve to death?"
Liang Yanbei was amused by his appearance, and raised the bowl in the other hand, "I just asked the boss to cook the noodles, and I was about to call you, but you woke up first."
The noodles were neither thick nor thin, with a few pieces of meat and radish and vegetables spread on top. The soup exuded an attractive aroma and was steaming hot. Wen Chan lost all emotions after just one glance. He stood up and held the noodle bowl with both hands.
Liang Yanbei hid his hand back, "Go inside and eat, it's too hot outside." He turned around first, and before walking into the noodle shop, he threw the steamed buns in his hand far away.
Wen Chan, who was only thinking about eating noodles, hurriedly followed, and when he entered the room, he saw Liang Yanbei put the noodles on the table, and even took out a pair of chopsticks and put them on the bowl.
Wen Chan didn't want to talk nonsense, he just walked over to pick it up, picked up a chopstick, took two mouthfuls, and filled his mouth in a hurry, without burning his mouth at all.
Liang Yanbei didn't leave after giving the noodles. He sat down opposite him, rested his chin and watched him eat, and smiled while watching, "Eat slowly, no one will grab you."
In fact, Wen Chan has been eating slowly enough, although he is very hungry, but his self-cultivation is still there, and he did not gobble it up under such circumstances, which is considered good, but in the eyes of Liang Yanbei, this is not the same as usual. The prudent Ninth Highness is far behind.
In a blink of an eye, more than half a bowl of noodles has been settled.
When the food was delicious, Xie Zhaoxue came in from the door suddenly, and saw Wen Chan eating noodles at a glance, and asked Liang Yanbei, who was facing the door with his back, "Liang Yanbei, do you still have noodles?"
He could tell that it was Xie Zhaoxue's voice, and he didn't turn his head back, "Go to the shop owner and ask for it, ten cents a bowl."
"It's so expensive, even more expensive than the ones in the capital." Xie Zhaoxue muttered in a low voice, and turned to find the shop owner.
The person next to him said, "Master Xie, I want a bowl too, thank you."
This voice belonged to a girl, but it was neither coquettish nor coquettish, gentle and polite, and ordinary people would find it pleasing to the ear, but to Wen Chan's ears, it was like a thunderbolt that knocked his breath out.
He looked up suddenly, and saw a slender figure at the door, wearing a green bamboo and white gauze dress with ruffled leaves, snow-colored jade hairpin earrings, dark hair tied lightly with a light-colored ribbon, black eyebrows and red lips, eyes like water, Ten fingers are slender, it is the woman Wen Chan hated in his previous life in his dreams - Situ Zhoulan.
A mouthful of noodles choked in his throat, Wen Chan coughed reflexively, his face turned into a liver color, and the sound of coughing was heartbreaking. Liang Yanbei was taken aback and hurriedly poured water for him.
Xie Zhaoxue was about to agree to Situ Zhoulan, but when she heard the movement from Wen Chan, she looked around and saw Wen Chan rushing out in front of him with her mouth covered, she couldn't help being surprised.
Wen Chan coughed and coughed, his stomach was overwhelmed, and he felt that the noodles he had just eaten wanted to come out, so he ran out without thinking about other things. Seeing this, Liang Yanbei also brought a glass of water and followed him out.
As expected, he vomited up the food he just ate. Wen Chan squatted under the tree, as if he was about to vomit out his stomach. When he stopped, his face was full of tears.
When he was dizzy, he closed his eyes slightly to relax, but he didn't want to just close his eyes, and the scene from twenty years ago appeared in his mind.
The young and handsome Liang Yanbei was wearing a bright red wedding dress and a groom's hat, with a spring smile on his face, leading the bride in her wedding dress into the hall step by step in front of Wen Chan .
Xi Po's voice was high, and the guests laughed and laughed. Liang Yanbei and his bride, under Wen Chan's unblinking gaze, performed three prostrations to get married.
The smile on Wen Chan's face seemed to be numb, his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched until they trembled, his heart ached like a prick, but there was still an impeccable smile on his face, and his congratulations were calm and breezy.
After many years, as long as he thinks of that scene, Wen Chan can't bear it, he always feels like someone is standing on his heart and digging with a shovel.
The bride who was congratulated and praised by thousands of people, and the girl held in the palm of Liang Yanbei's hands, was Situ Zhoulan and later Liang Shaojing's own mother.
In fact, Wen Chan sometimes felt that his mind was very small. He could love Liang Yanbei for decades, and he could love Liang Shaojing as himself, but he still couldn't like Situ Lan, even to the point of loathing him.
He knew very well that Liang Yanbei and Situ Lan were childhood sweethearts and grew up together in Jinling. Her vitality in Liang Yanbei participated in Wen Chan's life and occupied a position that Wen Chan could not replace.
The jealousy and disgust that had been suppressed by Wen Chan frenziedly tore his nerves, and he slumped on the ground, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
At this moment, Liang Yanbei came over, knelt down in front of him, and asked softly, "His Royal Highness, are you all right, do you want to drink some water?"
When Wen Chan heard this familiar voice, he knew it was Liang Yanbei, and a ray of hatred suddenly arose in his heart. He stretched out his hand and pushed hard, and shouted uncontrollably, "Go away! Don't come near me!"
Liang Yanbei was caught off guard and pushed back to sit on the ground. The teacup in his hand fell off and scattered into the grass. hate me?"
Wen Chan's eyes were red, and he replied angrily, "Otherwise, what do you want from me? Do you like you?"
What is the use? In the end, he still married a stunning daughter-in-law and gave birth to a promising son. He was soft and fragrant every day, and his father was kind and his son was filial.
Facing the cold and huge imperial palace, facing a group of harem concubines he didn't love, he was the only one who endured loneliness.
Liang Yanbei was silent for a moment, and said quietly, "You may not believe it, but I dreamed of you before I went to the capital."
Surprised, Wen Chan raised his eyes to look at him.
But he still said calmly, "I know it sounds absurd, you are in the deep palace of the capital, and I grew up in Jinling, so it is impossible for me to meet you, but I did dream about you."
"In the dream, you and I were friends. We were so close that we drank a pot of wine, slept together on the same couch, and even went to war together... On the night of the New Year's banquet, you were wearing eunuch clothes. I recognized you from a distance away. You, that's why I took the liberty to stop you, but you are very resistant to me."
"Probably because of that dream, I always want to be friends with you, although I don't know why you hate me..."
Wen Chan recalled the cold winter night a few months ago, Liang Yanbei took his hand and asked inexplicably, "Did we meet somewhere?"
At that time, he was still flustered because of the rebirth encounter, so he didn't pay attention.
The dream may seem inconceivable to Liang Yanbei, but Wen Chan knew that he had dreamed about the events of his previous life, and these were most likely influenced by Wen Chan's rebirth.
In the previous life, the relationship between Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei was indeed so good. At that time, he and Liang Yanbei called him brother and brother, and they only wore the same pair of pants. He didn't have many worries later.
Wen Chan glanced at his slightly lowered eyebrows and eyes, his hardened heart was so soft that it was a mess, no amount of anger dissipated in an instant, his heart became sad, and he slumped his shoulders and said, "I'm sorry."
Yes! How innocent Liang Yanbei is in this life, he doesn't know anything, how unfair it is to treat him indifferently. He came to make friends with him with a warm heart, but was repeatedly rejected. Even if he didn't say anything, he was still very wronged in his heart.
After hearing Wen Chan's words, Liang Yanbei still didn't react at all, sitting motionless with lowered eyes, Wen Chan slowly reached out, grabbed his clothes corner, and said again, "Liang Yanbei, I'm sorry."
It was only then that Liang Yanbei looked up at him in surprise, obviously he didn't expect the honorable Ninth Prince to apologize in a low voice after he pretended to be wronged, he asked, "You don't hate me anymore?"
Wen Chan shook his head and wanted to say how could I hate you? But he endured it and didn't say anything.
He is such a person, even if he hates anyone in the world of mortals and everything in the world of Vientiane, it is impossible for him to hate Liang Yanbei at all.
Because Liang Yanbei was the only pillar that stood up to the sky and the only warm light in the world he once frightened and scattered.
Liang Yanbei saw that Wen Chan's long and dense eyelashes were still stained with some crystal drops of water, his black eyes were watery, and his dejected look was inexplicably cute.
His eyes rolled for a moment, and then quickly disappeared. He pretended to be stern, but his tone softened a lot, "You vomited what you just ate, now go back and eat another bowl?"
Wen Chan suddenly thought of Situ Zhoulan, his body stiffened suddenly, and he wanted to refuse.
Liang Yanbei, who had already seen that something was wrong, said before he refused, "Behind the noodle shop is the hotel, you go to the room and wait, I will bring the noodles over, and you can rest after eating. We have to go to the inner island in the afternoon."
Wen Chan could accept this proposal, he nodded slightly, then started to get up from the ground, patting the dust on his body symbolically with both hands.
Liang Yanbei picked up the cup and took Wen Chan to the homestay behind the noodle shop. There were only five rooms on the first floor. Although they looked simple, they were clean and simple. Three of them had closed doors and two were open.
The two were walking towards the empty room, when the door of the next room was suddenly opened, and the girl in pink stepped out with half a foot, and was stunned when she saw the two.
"Your Highness Ninth Prince, you really came from the capital. They all said it just now, but I still don't believe it!" This girl is exactly Qiao Yanci. Three points into the beauty.
In terms of beauty, Qiao Yan's Ci is a bit more beautiful than Situ Zhoulan, but one of them is lively and lively, the other is cold and polite, each has its own merits.
Wen Chan was no longer surprised by this, even if his father popped up to ask now: "My son, why are you here?" He could calmly answer it.
He originally thought that he was the only one who traveled thousands of miles to come to Wuyue Island, but he didn't want acquaintances to come out one after another, giving him the illusion that he was still in the capital.
Liang Yanbei seemed to have met Qiao Yanci before, and asked politely after seeing her, "Miss Qiao, we are going to the inner island in the afternoon, do you want to come with us?"
"Naturally we want to be together, there are so many people." Qiao Yanci spoke to Liang Yanbei, her face seemed to be lit up, her eyes sparkled, and anyone with a discerning eye could see her affection at once.
Wen Chan was that discerning person, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, and he looked at Qiao Yanci with frustration.
Liang Yanbei thought he was a little impatient, so he quickly ended the conversation, "Then Miss Qiao, tidy up first, and I will let someone inform you when we leave in the afternoon."
Without waiting for the girl to respond, he took Wen Chan into the empty room beside him.
After he settled Wen Chan first, he asked the shop owner for a bowl of noodles.
Zhong Wenjin was slurping noodles. When he saw Liang Yanbeiduan passing by, he glanced at him inadvertently, got angry, and slapped his chopsticks, "What's the matter? Why is there so much meat in his bowl, while mine only has a few yuan!"
Liang Yanbei looked back at him strangely, "Don't you know how to add copper?"
Zhong Wenjin was choked by these words, he didn't have half a copper coin all over his body, and Xie Zhaoxue paid for the noodles, so why would he have the nerve to ask Xie Zhaoxue for copper coins to add meat to the noodles now
He sneaked a glance at Xie Zhaoxue who was sitting opposite, raised his temper a few times but still didn't say it, and finally he decided: If you don't eat a few pieces of meat, you can't die! Have backbone!
Xie Zhaoxue couldn't help but find it funny when she saw him tossing around for a while, then picked up chopsticks to eat noodles lazily.
Yesterday the group of them arrived in Bafang City and planned to rest for one night before setting off, but they happened to meet a girl from the Qiao family. He was arrested and worked as a coolie, begging them to save people.
When Xie Zhaoxue heard it, it was worth it! Zhong Wenjin didn't wait in the capital, so he even eloped to May Island with Qiao Yanci, and fell into the hands of bandits to work as a coolie. The route mentioned by Qiao Yanci led to the bandit den.
When he went there, Zhong Wenjin, who was like a ball of mud, was surrounded by a group of bandits. He shouted and waved a big knife in the middle. The bandit's blade almost stabbed him several times. I have never bumped into each other, but now I am fighting under the blade of a group of desperadoes.
While his thoughts were still lingering, his sword edge was drawn out, and Zhong Wenjin was rescued in an instant.
After a few days of hard work, Zhong Wenjin became noticeably thinner, but his temper was much more restrained. If he was in the capital, there would be nothing he wanted to eat but could not eat, but now he would wrong himself for a few pieces of meat.
Xie Zhaoxue took out a few copper coins and slapped them on the table, "Why do you make it like this, you can eat it if you want!"
Zhong Wenjin was overjoyed when he saw the copper plate, his eyes almost lit up, he grabbed the copper plate and the noodle bowl and ran to the noodle shop owner without even saying thank you.
Xie Zhaoxue didn't care either. Looking at his cheerful back, the corner of her mouth curved into a casual smile.
It's really strange that the precious young master of the Zhong family is happy with a few copper coins now.