This small place in May Island gathers delicacies from all over the world.
There are all kinds of noodles from Jinling and rice from Beijing.
Among them is a restaurant called "Jingcheng Snacks", which is extremely popular in the local area. After the two tied their horses in an empty place, they stopped in front of the restaurant.
The structure and decoration of the restaurant are very similar to the buildings in the capital, but they are imitations after all, and still have the special style of May Island.
Looking up, there are three brightly dressed girls dancing at the fence on the second floor. The one in the middle is wearing a pink skirt and light gauze, her white skin is faintly visible, her figure is graceful, and her dancing posture is amazing, but half of her face is covered with dark purple. The veil makes it difficult to see the face clearly.
Attract passers-by to stop.
She held a small jar in her arms, and twisted a flower branch with her other jade hand, and with a flick of the hand, the crystal liquid spilled from above.
Liang Yanbei felt a sudden coolness on his cheeks, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but Wen Chan raised his hand and reached out.
There was a warm touch on the face, and Wen Chan's fingertips were so soft that he could hardly feel it.
Liang Yanbei was stunned, looking at him in surprise.
He didn't notice it at all, he raised his hand to his mouth and licked it, smacked his lips in surprise and said, "This is wine."
Liang Yanbei moved his lips, and asked back, "Otherwise what do you think it is?"
Wen Chan didn't respond to him, and went into the restaurant first.
Because it was not time for lunch, there were not many guests in the building. Wen Chan glanced casually and saw a lame man walking across.
About thirty or so, he was holding an uncovered food box in his hand, which contained lotus-like pastries, with red tips on the flower tips, delicate and vivid.
Wen Chan's heart moved, thinking that he would also order this pastry later.
After the lame man walked past him, the food box in his hand lost his grip for some reason, and fell to the ground with a "bang!", and the lotus cake shattered into pieces.
It happened that Liang Yanbei came over and saw that he was inconvenient to move, so he took the initiative to bend down to help him pick up the food box. The lame man hurriedly thanked him, bent very low, and looked like an honest man.
Wen Chan heard the movement, looked back, and saw Liang Yanbei pat the man on the shoulder, and said to him, "Be careful."
After bidding farewell to the crippled man, Liang Yanbei walked towards Wen Chan, "Go and find a seat first, and order everything you want to eat. I'll go to the back and wash my hands."
Still thinking about the lotus cake in his heart, he responded casually and walked into the restaurant.
There is a platform several feet high in the hall, on which sits an old man with a white beard, holding a folding fan, sitting in front of a table, drinking tea.
Under the stage, there were several tables of people who were eating, discussing endlessly.
Wen Chan picked an empty seat, and just sat down when he heard a "pop!", which made his eyelids twitch. Looking for the sound, he saw the old man on the stage say slowly, "It's said that the spring was beautiful that day. , the embankment is full of green willows, Miss Wang..."
It's really strange, it's the first time I saw a storyteller in a restaurant.
Wen Chan was very curious, called a man at the next table, and asked casually, "Brother, has there always been a storyteller in this building?"
"There is no other building, only this one." The man was a sharp man, and when he heard Wen Chan's question, he immediately answered, "I'm afraid this is the first time for my little brother to come to May Island."
"It's indeed the first time."
"The accent sounds like a person from the capital?"
Can you hear this too? "I'm from the capital, that's right."
"Has the little brother met the Ninth Prince?" the man continued.
Wen Chan was very surprised when someone asked him suddenly, but he still answered truthfully, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"How lucky to say that!" The man sneered, "Unexpectedly, the little brother is in the capital, but he knows very little about the affairs of the capital."
"I am dedicated to gaining fame and fame, and I usually keep my ears off the outside world, so I feel a little ignorant and ignorant."
The man pointed to the human being who was talking on the stage, "It's a coincidence that you came here, today is talking about the deeds of the Ninth Prince?"
His deeds? What can he do
Wen Chan could see it clearly. When this man mentioned himself, his expression and words were full of disdain and contempt. He was even more puzzled, "What happened to the Ninth Prince? Can you tell me, brother?"
A young man was sitting next to the man. When he heard the conversation between the two, he suddenly became excited. He rolled up his two sleeves, turned his whole body around, and said to Wen Chan in a low voice, "the emperor has six sons under his knees, just count nine." The prince is the most incompetent, with corrupt conduct."
what? What? It's okay to be incompetent, but why is your conduct corrupt
Wen Chan thought to himself, he didn't seem to have done anything excessive, did he
He asked silently, "How do you say that?"
"During the Shangyuan Festival at the beginning of the year, it was rumored that the Ninth Prince was playing in the capital in micro-clothes, and he fell in love with a lotus lantern, but this lotus lantern can only be won if he guesses the lantern riddles correctly." The man began to talk slowly.
Wen Chan nodded slightly after hearing this, it was indeed the case, and was scolded by Zhao Pingshi for no reason at the time.
"But before the Ninth Prince went, this lotus lantern had already been spotted by a girl, and she even guessed the answer. The Ninth Prince was very unreasonable. He used his identity to snatch the lamp by force, forcing the girl to kneel. Begging for mercy, he even threatened to smash the lantern riddle stall!"
Wen Chan: "... There may be some misunderstanding in this."
"Misunderstanding?" The man looked disbelieving, "The Ninth Prince has many deeds, but not just this one. He is dissolute by nature, arrogant and domineering, and it is said that he tore off the clothes of an innocent girl in broad daylight."
"What else?!" Wen Chan exclaimed in surprise.
"That's not right! In the biggest restaurant in the capital, he and that little bully from the Zhong family forced the girl to jump off the building." The man had a full expression, as if he was there when the incident happened.
Wen Chan coughed lightly, "This...may also be a misunderstanding."
"Hey!" Wen Chan spoke for the Ninth Prince twice in a row, which aroused the man's dissatisfaction, "Where are there so many misunderstandings? So many pairs of eyes watching, how can there be misunderstandings?"
"That's right! Not long ago in May, the Ninth Prince went on a cruise by the lake and stole an embroidered handkerchief from Miss Wang, which was exposed in public! How can it be a misunderstanding this time?" The young man added fuel.
Wen Chan raised his forehead, "This is really a misunderstanding."
Talking about himself with others, he has an indescribable weirdness in his heart
He didn't expect his affairs to be completely changed by the rumors. Judging from this posture, it seems that not just one or two people think so.
Just at this moment, Liang Yanbei came back and saw Wen Chan in the crowd at a glance, went to sit beside him, picked up the tea on the table and poured himself a cup, "What are you talking about?"
When the man saw Liang Yanbei, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked Wen Chan, "Is this little brother's friend?"
Wen Chan froze for a moment, then nodded slightly.
The man was afraid that he was an upright person, so he immediately praised him, "What a handsome young man!"
After hearing this, Liang Yanbei became happy for no reason, "Thank you for the compliment."
"Brother Xiaolang's accent is somewhat similar to this little brother, and he also came from the capital?"
"good."
"The young master also knows about the Ninth Prince." The man asked Liang Yanbei the same question.
Liang Yanbei glanced at Wen Chan, and his smile deepened, "I know it."
The man who had been eating at the table suddenly smiled and said, "It's normal that these two young masters have never heard the rumors, after all, they are at the feet of the emperor, how can the emperor's heirs behave like us ordinary people? "
"Master Liang, you should know."
Wen Chan asked suspiciously, "It's not... the Master Liang from Jinling, right?"
"It's him, the one who went to the capital to take office at the beginning of the year."
Wen Chan's eyelids twitched, suddenly a bad premonition welled up in his heart, and he glanced uneasily at Liang Yanbei.
Bringing up Liang Yanbei's father at this moment of criticizing him, can something good happen
Sure enough, the man said while eating, "Master Liang acts upright and has outstanding talents and learning. However, he has only been in office for more than a month, and he has won the praise of the people, but the Ninth Prince just slandered him. Mr. Liang's way of tying his hair is wrong, which is known all over the city."
Liang Yanbei raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, his eyes shifted to Wen Chan, and he asked slowly, "Really?"
"No, no, don't talk nonsense!" Wen Chan couldn't keep calm anymore, and said seriously, "You may not believe it, but I still have to explain, what you said is all misunderstandings , the Ninth Prince is not that kind of person at all!"
"Little brother, are you joking? How can there be a lie to this obvious thing?" The man retorted stubbornly.
"I grew up in the capital since I was a child, so naturally I have heard about these things, and they are all caused by rumors." Wen Chan is very serious, "Especially about Mr. Liang, the Ninth Prince has always respected Mr. Liang, so it is impossible to say such unreasonable things. Words of courtesy."
Wen Chan was not talking nonsense, among the court officials, Liang Jun was the one he feared the most, and Liang Jun was the one he respected the most.
Liang Jun was devoted to loyalty to the country, and he fully supported Liang Yanbei to protect Wen Chan. During the national crisis, he kept working hard and running, hurting his body.
And in the previous life, after he found out that he fell in love with Liang Yanbei, every time he met Liang Jun's majestic gaze, he swallowed guiltyly and was very scared.
"You are just a scholar, and you don't know these things."
"You can't say that." Liang Yanbei chuckled, and said slowly, "Mayue Island is thousands of miles away from the capital. This story is going to be spread, and I don't know how many people have said it. It's not credible."
At the end, he also vowed to add, "I believe His Highness Ninth Prince is not that kind of person!"
Seeing that the two of them couldn't get along with them, the people at the next table turned back and started discussing on their own after saying something boring.
Wen Chan looked up at him, thinking about how to speak.
When Liang Yanbei found out his little tricks, he was inexplicably amused, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I won't tell my father."
"It's all rumors, I can explain it." Wen Chan said hastily.
"No need." Liang Yanbei smiled meaningfully, "I said I believe you."
In Wen Chan's eyes, this smile did not imply any trust.
He still wanted to talk, but Liang Yanbei called out the waiter in a loud voice and started ordering.
Wen Chan was a little annoyed, secretly thinking that there is no reason for this, someone made up such a plan to slander him, if he finds out, he must give the villain who spread rumors a lesson.
While he was still feeling sullen, the waiter in the shop brought cold food and pastries one after another, and Liang Yanbei put the plate containing the lotus cake in front of Wen Chan.
The lotus cake is served on a white porcelain plate, which looks much better than in a food box, and some green vegetables are added as a foil, exuding a delicate fragrance.
Wen Chan was instantly attracted by the pastry, put his thoughts aside, pulled out a pair of wooden chopsticks, and first picked up the red color from the lotus tip and put it into his mouth.
The sweet taste spreads in the mouth, and the aroma of lotus lingers between the teeth.
"It tastes good." Wen Chan praised sincerely.
He has eaten all kinds of delicacies in Xiliang, and this pastry is neither the most exquisite and special, nor the most delicious and expensive, so it stands to reason that it does not deserve his praise.
But Wen Chan ate very deliciously, he could pick out a plate of lotus cake with a few chopsticks.
"Xiao Er, serve another plate of this pastry."
Liang Yanbei was listening carefully to the storyteller on the stage, when he turned around and saw that the plate was empty, he called for another plate.
"Why don't you eat?" Wen Chan asked.
"The food hasn't been served yet, these pre-dinner snacks are for you." Liang Yanbei replied casually.
He looked at the several plates of snacks on the table, smiled casually, and ate a little of each plate.
I only ate half of the second plate of lotus cake, and the food came.
Liang Yanbei ordered three dishes and one soup, both meat and vegetables. When the dishes were served, he said to Wen Chan uneasy, "If there is something you don't like, don't eat it. Let's order something else."
Wen Chan glanced at the dishes on the table and found that they were all Liang Yanbei's favorite.
He and Liang Yanbei's tastes are not far from each other, not so much similarity, but rather what Liang Yanbei likes to eat, he likes to eat, this is a habit developed in previous lives.
To put it bluntly, whenever Liang Yanbei is alone at the dinner table, there is no dish he doesn't like.
He replied, "Eat it, how can you be so particular about it."
Neither of them had the habit of chatting while eating, so the table fell silent, Wen Chan concentrated on eating, and settled most of the table in a short while.
When he was 80% full, there was sudden turmoil in the street outside. The woman's scream suppressed the chaotic voice, and pierced straight into the restaurant, shrill and ear-piercing.
Surprised, Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei stopped their chopsticks at the same time.