"I don't dare." The middle-aged man bowed slightly to the peony fairy, turned around and waved his hand at the samurai, who escorted the young man to the side of the street more than ten meters away, let go of him, and returned to the carriage.

The young man who had escaped death smirked, turned around and ran, shouting as he ran: "Sir, I have touched the feet of the peony fairy, I have touched the feet of the peony fairy!" ……”

The people around him laughed with understanding for his obsessive fanaticism.

The fat dragon standing in the crowd looked at the peony fairy who scolded the middle-aged man, and was fascinated, and muttered in his mouth: "Even being angry is so good-looking, if I can touch her feet, I will be willing to die......"

He was so fascinated that he didn't notice the look on Zhen Mingku's face beside him, a strange expression that mixed shock and disbelief.

He stared at the small black object that the pretty little girl Miaoyu bent down to pick up, and watched her hand it over to the peony fairy.

The peony fairy took it with a distressed face, wiped it clean with her sleeve, and put it back into her arms, looking at her appearance, she obviously loved this little item very much, otherwise she wouldn't even have to take it with her when she went out.

After a group of flower fairies left in a carriage, the onlookers dispersed one after another, and Luoyang Street returned to its former liveliness and busyness.

Only then did Feilong find that Zhen Mingku's hands beside him couldn't help but tremble slightly, his expression was excited, and he said very understandingly: "Brother Zhen, they have already left, and if you want to see them again, you can only wait for the next Cold Food Festival." ”

Zhen Mingku, who came back from shock and ecstasy, turned around, laughed and patted Feilong's shoulder: "Feilong, today is the happiest day since I came to Luoyang, go, I invite you to eat!" You say, whatever you want to eat, as long as it doesn't exceed fifty copper plates, I'll please! ”

"Zhang's soy milk!" The fat dragon said loudly without thinking about it, and swallowed his saliva after speaking.

Zhen Ming laughed bitterly: "Okay, just drink soy milk until you're full, by the way, how much is a bowl?" ”

"Five copper plates."

"......" Zhen Mingku's face was stunned, "So expensive?" ”

"The most beautiful tofu in Luoyang, the soybean milk of Shih Tzu grinding, is so expensive, I think it's worth it just by smelling it."

……

Feilong is right, this fragrant soy milk is worth five copper coins just by smelling it.

From afar, you can smell this peculiar bean aroma, and the aroma permeates the streets and alleys.

The aroma is very different from other soy milks, and it must be the addition of some special spice that makes this aroma so unique and unforgettable.

Zhen Mingku stopped: "Feilong, what did you just say about the name of this soy milk seller?" ”

Feilong turned his head and looked at him puzzled: "Tofu Shih Tzu Zhang, what's wrong?" ”

"She made the soy milk herself?"

"Of course, she grinded and cooked it herself, and everyone who has drunk it knows that the taste is unique, there is no semicolon, and you can't buy it anywhere else."

Zhen was bitter and thoughtful.

Fat Dragon smiled: "Let me tell you this, whether soy milk is good or not is secondary, the key is the person who sells soy milk, Luoyang City in addition to the peony fairy, just count this tofu Shih, that figure, that appearance, there is no man who is not impressed, but it is a pity that he has been married a few years ago, and he is married to a martial champion, but that martial champion is a short-lived and blessed lord, a few years ago when he led the army to the east to conquer Goryeo, she died on the battlefield, she became a widow at a young age, and now she followed her father-in-law to set up a tofu stall by the Luohe River, Selling soy milk and bean curd or something, business is very good. ”

Zhen Ming listened silently and walked forward without saying a word.

The fat dragon followed from behind and asked with a strange smile, "Brother Zhen, what's wrong?" You wouldn't have been moved to hear that she was a widow, would you? ”

"You think that people's hearts are like the flesh on your belly, and they move when you say they move!"

Zhen Ming smiled bitterly and slapped his fat belly, and the waves of flesh rolled and made a sound like a drum.

Feilong also smiled: "Brother Zhen, there is something I want to explain to you in advance, although this tofu Shih Tzu is a widow, and a delicate beauty, but you can only look, you can't touch, let alone sleep, otherwise you will be in a big disaster, you don't know, I don't know how many powerful rich sons in Luoyang City are worried about her, every day dozens of young sons go to her stall, sit for half a day, can't drive away, but I heard the fortune teller say that she is a person, born to be Kefu, Whoever marries her and goes home will not live for more than two years, and I think it is the same, whoever marries a beauty like her, how can he get it every day, it would be good to live for two years......"

Feilong has a soft spot for the word "sleep", which makes Zhen Mingku feel very helpless.

The two walked and talked, and soon came to the end of Luoyang Street, turned a corner, a big river appeared in front of them, the river surface was sparkling, the willow trees on the bank of the river were still around, along the side of the road along the embankment, there was a big banyan tree every few tens of meters, the branches and leaves of the banyan tree were luxuriant, the shade under the tree, and many traders set up stalls under the tree.

There are those who sell snacks, those who sell vegetables and wild meat, those who sell their own kudzu fabrics, and so on.

Among the many stalls, one is particularly lively, with a few small square tables under the big tree, full of people.

"That's Zhang's tofu stall." Fat Dragon pointed to the stall full of people and said.

Zhen Mingku, in fact, saw it early in the morning, and on the white cloth signboard fluttering with the river breeze in front of the stall, these huge words were written - Zhang's tofu stall, which was particularly conspicuous.

The tofu stall is made up of a mobile stove with small wheels, pots and pans, and a black iron pot on the stove, and the coal fire is blazing, and the soy milk in the pot is hot and fragrant, and can be smelled hundreds of meters away.

I vaguely saw a slender figure standing in the stove, with a white scarf around his chest, a red turban tied around his head, and long black hair tied up.

It was too far away to see her appearance clearly, but her fair and smooth skin, which could be seen at a glance, looked particularly dazzling in the sun. "Brother Zhen, let's go slowly." Feilong whispered to him in the back and advised: "After arriving at the tofu stall, don't keep staring at her, just take a look once in a while, go farther away after buying soy milk, don't talk to her, otherwise we will provoke those people, and we will not be able to eat and go around." ”

As he spoke, he winked at the stall behind the tofu stand.

Zhen Mingbitter looked at him with his eyes, and then noticed the dozen or so people sitting on the stools of the stall, wearing luxurious clothes, rich boys.

In their hands, there are those who hold folding fans in that fan, those who hold books and pretend to look there, those who stare intently at the figure of Tofu Shih Tzu, and those who take the initiative to talk to each other with their faces salivating.

Behind these young and handsome sons and brothers, there are two or four thug-like family servants, who look fierce and vicious.

Zhen Mingku suddenly understood why Feilong had specially warned him just now, if he dared to say a few more words to Zhang, or looked at her twice, a group of people would rush up to clean him up in a few moments, just like when he was queuing up to receive porridge in Hongxing Courtyard, in this era, it is also necessary to have a background of seniority to see beauties.

"Brother Zhen, I won't go, you can buy me a bowl and come over." Feilong stopped when he walked more than ten meters in front of the tofu stall, and said to Zhen Mingku with a little cringe.

Looking at his cowering appearance, it seems that he has suffered a loss at the tofu stall.

Zhen Ming laughed bitterly, this fat dragon is not stupid, but people are a little timid, they are strong when they are weak, and they are weak when they are strong.

He turned and walked over to the woman in front of the tofu stand.