1novels Chapter 27: Workmanship
Chapter 27: Workmanship
Xi Yazhu was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, the emperor was really out of tune.Teach, if you don't come a little tougher, it's really getting more and more outrageous.Of course, reformation will not be feasible for a while... For example, today, when Xi Yazhu asked An Junchen to help him cook a bowl of noodles, An Junchen really gave him a bowl of noodles, and asked with a smile: "Why doesn't Yazhu eat it? Is it not fragrant enough? How is it possible? I'll give it a try." So, holding a bowl in his hand, he sucked up the bowl of noodles... After he was full, Xi Yazhu slowly uttered: "How can I eat if you haven't given me chopsticks." "..." After Xi Yazhu scolded An Junchen coldly again, An Junchen became obedient and learned to ask Xi Yazhu for his ideas first, so in the next few days, the shopkeeper and the second child could see An Jun Chen sticks to Xi Yazhu's side, asking all kinds of questions, and all the questions are—— "Yazhu, is it okay if I want to eat?" "Ya Zhu, can I take off my pants when I go to the toilet?" "Yazhu, Yazhu..." Later, Xi Yazhu became impatient with his questioning, and threw his paw over: "Annoyed! You are so grown up, you have to ask me about everything, why don't you ask me if you need to eat, drink, and sleep?" "Oh, I don't need to eat, drink and sleep." "..." Xi Yazhu turned and left silently. Although tune.The teaching is still going on, and it won't be successful in a while, but An Junchen has really changed a lot, and the smile on Xi Yazhu's face has gradually increased. An Junchen felt that it was not safe for Xi Yazhu to go to the brothel to play the piano at night, so he called Xi Yazhu not to go, and asked him to do odd jobs to make money.After saying this, Xi Yazhu immediately glanced at the past and joked, "What will you do?" An Junchen was furious, and pushed him onto the bed, leaving Xi Yazhu to breathe, then Fang put his hips on his hips and laughed loudly: "Just watch, I'll let you see what a husband is." So, on the second night, Xi Yazhu saw a man wearing a gentle human skin mask, rolled up his sleeves, rushed to the street with a machete, and yelled: "Cut a pig——cut a pig—" Who wants to chop a pig—" "Mom, someone wants to kill someone—" All of a sudden, the crowd on the street rumbled away, but only half a stick of incense was left, only the sound of wind beating fallen leaves remained on the noisy street, and An Junchen was messed up in the wind. Unwilling to give up, An Junchen went back to the store, met Xi Yazhu's slightly smiling face, hugged him and kissed him fiercely, put down the machete, and rushed out again. This time, his goal was very clear. People cry! His voice is loud, that's not a cover, he must make good use of his loud voice. So, above the mourning hall, his mournful wailing resounded. "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..." As a result, he was thrown out by the head of the family with a black face. "If you cry again, my grandpa will have to go back to the underworld to cry with us." "..." An Junchen came back disheveled again, Xi Yazhu leaned lightly in front of the shop door, a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes: "Why, no one cares." "Yes!" Emperor An Junchen's arrogance arose, he snorted, pecked Xi Yazhu again, and strode out.He was strong enough to work, so he went to a blacksmith's shop and asked if he wanted someone, and when he said yes, he bared his teeth for joy, picked up a piece of iron, and threw it into the furnace... "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The blacksmith rushed to rescue the piece of iron bravely, only then did An Junchen realize that it wasn't iron, it was a piece of black wood, or a piece of wood spirit... An Junchen was driven away again. Xi Yazhu was happy again. Unwilling to give up, An Junchen became more and more courageous in his frustrations. If Xi Yazhu can find a job, so can he. Does Xi Yazhu work in the brothel? He will also go. Putting down his sleeves and stepping into the brothel where Xi Yazhu went, An Junchen said loudly, "I'm here to ask for a job." The old bustard's eyes lit up, she leaned over, pinched him here and there, touched him here and there, and said with a fist: "Okay!" So, without further ado, let him sign up to pick up customers... An Junchen was furious, and after making a fuss, he went back with a grunt. One night, he didn't find any job, and made Xi Yazhu laugh until the corners of his mouth twitched, that's all, he was worth it to make Yazhu laugh. "Hmph!" With his head held high, An Junchen shook his body, "Hmph, those ordinary people have no eyesight, I don't want them, you know... Ouch!" Plopped, tripped over the threshold, and fell on the ground land. Xi Yazhu helped him up gently, and smiled: "They don't have eyesight, they didn't see you, otherwise the store would be ruined by you." "..." Out of work, An Junchen was wilted, and moved to Xi Yazhu's side, hugging him, pouted and always wanted to kiss him, but Xi Yazhu ignored him, holding a book that An Junchen bought a few days ago Give him the storybook and read it with gusto.When An Junchen started to fiddle with his belt, he opened his hand and reminded him: "Back then, you were among the people, what did you do?" One word awakens the dreamer!An Junchen jumped up happily, hugged Xi Yazhu and kissed him hard. After talking happily to Xi Yazhu, he slipped out, and when he came back, he was holding a flower gun in his hand, and his outfit was that of a street performer! In the evening of the next day, An Junchen's street performer was staged at the entrance of the hotel - throwing flower guns. His flower guns are extraordinary, and the art he sells seems ordinary, but if you appreciate it carefully, you can really see something different. He He is very good at picking what everyone likes to perform, and every performance wins everyone's hearts, even Xi Yazhu also enjoys watching it with gusto.Tired of standing and watching, some onlookers simply entered the restaurant, ordered some small dishes, drank a sip of tea, watched and chatted, and felt indescribably comfortable. Inadvertently, the business of the restaurant improved. Later, Xi Yazhu stopped playing the piano in the brothel, and instead stayed in the restaurant to accompany An Junchen's performance. When An Junchen was exhausted and rested, he would write letters and draw pictures for the people who came to drink tea. Write small paintings and make some small money. Needless to say, with the joint efforts of this couple, the business of the hotel has improved a lot, and the shopkeeper counted the money so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. Unknowingly, time flies by, they have been here for a month, recalling it, the ground is full of happy scenes.Their money has already earned enough money to go on the road. Although Xi Yazhu has always wanted to leave, she is very reluctant. Once they embark on the journey, it is very likely that they will eventually separate. An Junchen returns to his palace, and Xi Yazhu Might choose to stay in the fief. Seeing that the money was accumulating more and more, An Junchen became more and more afraid of parting. Every day, taking advantage of Xi Yazhu's absence, he secretly hid the money. Once Xi Yazhu asked where the money went, he said he was taken away. The mouse took it away.Xi Yazhu has a penetrating mind, so she doesn't know what An Junchen is thinking, but he doesn't expose it. However, there was a day when they would leave, Xi Yazhu finally said: "We have been here for a long time, it is time to leave." An Junchen's body froze, and the copper coins he had hidden in his arms moved a bit: "We just left the palace..." "An Junchen, you are the emperor, you can't leave the capital. I'll go to the fiefdom myself, and you can go back to the palace as soon as possible." "Yazhu..." An Junchen's mouth was flattened, and he threw himself into Xi Yazhu's arms, rubbing back and forth, "Don't go, just go back with me." "It's useless to act like a baby," Xi Yazhu let go of his hand calmly, "Let's take a look at the scenery here before leaving. It's getting late, go to bed early." With that said, he rolled over on the bed, pulled the quilt over his head and fell asleep, while An Junchen kept looking at Xi Yazhu's back in a daze. There is always a day to leave, either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.He thought, leave some souvenirs for Xi Yazhu. Early the next morning, he talked to the shopkeeper and walked out.To be honest, he didn't know what souvenirs he could give Xi Yazhu. When he bought things, Xi Yazhu didn't even like the things here, and they didn't match Xi Yazhu's temperament.He walked around the city dejectedly, until he reached the outskirts of the city, and when he found something, his eyes lit up. Kite!He saw a group of children laughing and flying kites, and their innocent smiles made him laugh too. "Hurry up, pull up, it's great, it's flying into the sky!" "Hahahaha!" The children's innocent smiles imprinted in his eyes, and An Junchen's mood fluttered, as if he had returned to his childhood, playing on the grass with the big tiger next door and flying kites. Those were the rare happy moments in his life , It's just a pity that in order to fight the war that year, the Hunjun recruited child soldiers. After the tiger was recruited, he never came back.It was also at that time that he became rebellious, and together with everyone, conquered the world, and then met Xi Yazhu. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he ran back to the store, hugging Xi Yazhu happily, and then ran away. He spent a whole day in the woodshed, making kites.Xi Yazhu is a child of the royal family, he must have rarely flown a kite, he wants to use this thing to make him happy. However, when he put the kite that had been made for one day and one night in front of Xi Yazhu, Xi Yazhu's eyes lit up, and he said again, "What is this?" "Kite!" "Kite?" Zhuang Ruo pinched the thing in disgust, Xi Yazhu said lightly, "This thing is so rotten, can it fly?" "You'll know when you let it go..." "I can't fly..." ...That's a good answer, Yazhu, can you stop teasing me, can you! "However," with a raised tone, Xi Yazhu stood up and gave An Junchen a kiss on his own initiative, "I like it, thank you very much." Boom, the volcano erupted, a stream of heat rushed to the top of his head, what did Ya Zhu do, he actually gave me a fragrant kiss, is this inviting me to take off with him! Essence surged up, An Junchen grabbed Xi Yazhu, threw him on the bed, kissed her, untied his belt, and... crunch. "Oh, the kite I made—" crushed...