Babeile couldn't guess what she was thinking, and she didn't intend to guess.
They were too deep-minded, so she had better not waste her poor brain cells on this without overestimating her capabilities.
The first month has passed, and Zhu Rui still hasn't seen any movement from Ba Beile.
Whether Liang Concubine's birthday party will be held or not is because she forgot to ask Liang Concubine's birthday when she was born, and now she is too embarrassed to ask others.
The days without hope made Zhu Rui feel a little uncomfortable.
On this day, Babeile took the bamboo basket and went out, stopping at the entrance of a courtyard.
"This is my villa in the suburbs of Beijing.
I come here to rest sometimes."
Ba Beile said to Zhu Rui as he entered the courtyard.
Zhu Rui followed Ba Beile in.
He didn't know why Ba Beile brought him here.
After sitting down in the front hall, a few boys came in carrying a bunch of things, but they didn't pay much attention to the bamboo baskets.
After the things were put away, the capable-looking old woman who had just welcomed them in came forward and said: "Sir, this is what the slaves honor you.
If it is too thin, it is not respectful."
Babeile waved his hand casually and said: "Why bother everyone, I'm just here for some peace and quiet, let them rest on their own."
Everyone said yes and left, but the old woman did not leave and said: "What do you want to eat today?
I will prepare it for you."
Babele smiled lightly and said: "Stay the same as before, cook more bowls of noodles and mix some vinegar and spicy pepper in it."
Then he turned to the bamboo basket and said, "The Sichuan Qiong Angelica stewed fish head made by Wu Ma is very delicious."
Zhu Rui nodded.
Wu Ma's face turned into a flower with a smile, and she thought to herself, although this girl is not as pretty as Miss Yun, she can still ask me to bring her here.
Regardless of other things, but seeing the joy in my heart that I haven't seen for a long time, this girl He is the benefactor of Hefu.
Wu Ma said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I just like to eat.
I'll prepare it now."
Then she bowed and left.
"Sit down."
Ba Beile said.
Zhu Rui found the chair closest to him and sat down, saying, "I'm just here to eat."
"That's true, but not entirely."
Ba Beile casually took the teacup on the table and looked at it, then stood up and said, "Let's go, let's take you to see somewhere else."
Zhu Rui said "Hmm" and followed him out of the front hall.
Babeile took the bamboo basket to the gate of a closed courtyard, pushed the door open and entered.
As soon as he entered, Zhu Rui was shocked by the boundless sea of flowers.
This is really a sea of fragrant snow.
As far as the eye can see, there are plum blossoms blooming lively, sometimes red, sometimes white, sometimes pink, and there are countless colors of plum blossoms here.
Piece after piece, deep and shallow, ups and downs.
I thought this was just a small courtyard.
If Ba Beile hadn't brought him to the backyard, Zhu Rui would never have thought that there was a special charm hidden here.
"Do you like it?"
Babeile's voice sounded faintly.
Nodding, Zhu Rui was still intoxicated in the illusion of this sea of flowers and refused to wake up for a long time.
Ba Beile gently took her hand and walked forward.
Zhu Rui did not struggle and let him walk into the depths of the plum forest.
The winding path leads to a quiet place, and at the end of that section of the path is a low table carved with square stones, surrounded by several square stone piers.
He asked Zhu Rui to sit for a while, but Ba Beile wandered off somewhere.
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When he came back, he had a small jar of wine and two wine glasses in his hand.
Seeing that Ba Beile was about to open the seal on the jar, Zhu Ji hurriedly said: "Come here, slave."
Then he opened the seal and poured out a cup.
"Your cup is full, too."
Babele said when he saw Zhu Rui stop.
"Yes."
The clear juice flowed into the white porcelain wine glass, which was quite pleasant to the ears.
"Try it and see."
Babele said.
Zhu Rui took a sip, and sure enough: "It's plum blossom wine brewed with Wu Cinnabar that has just been fully opened."
Hearing this, Ba Beile raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought you looked like a Manchu woman, more like a Han woman.
Unexpectedly, you can also name this wine."
Zhu Rui secretly thought that he was getting carried away, and said hurriedly: "I just happened to taste it.
If I bring other drinks to test you, I will not know about it."
Babeile did not continue the topic and asked: "How much can you drink?"
"Three cups are enough to make this slave dizzy."
Only a fool says he can drink.
What if he gets drunk?
"I just complimented you, but it ruined my mood.
It doesn't matter, just have a drink with me."
Ba Beile shook his head.
"Would you like someone else to accompany you to drink two glasses of wine to enjoy yourself?"
Zhu Rui asked.
The contents of this glass can easily cause trouble and make mistakes.
If you can, you should not drink it.
Babeile waved his hand and already drank a glass of wine.
Seeing Babele staring at his wine cup, Zhu Rui picked it up and took a sip to express his feelings.
Ba Beile didn't persuade Zhu Rui to drink anymore, but he drank a lot himself.
Although Zhu Rui didn't know how much Babel drank, he had seen how much the Thirteenth Brother drank, and since Babel drank one drink after another without any scruples, he thought it wouldn't be any worse if he came to Babel.
Seeing that Ba Beile's face was flushed and his eyes were filled with drunkenness, Zhu Rui still didn't stop him.
If it were any other servant, he would probably have advised Babeile to drink two less drinks, but Zhu Rui had her own ideas.
Babeile was the master, and the master was happy.
As a slave, she was not willing to get into trouble, so why bother?
Even if you have good intentions, you may get scolded.
Occasionally, I would take a sip of the bamboo basket and show it to Ba Beile, but most of the time, I would look at the plum forest.
When the wind blows, there are colorful fallen flowers.
It would be great if it was not Ba Beile who was in front of me, but him.
The most beautiful novel scene was clichéd, but she liked it.
Or it could be the Thirteenth Prince dancing with a sword or playing the flute, which would be a feast for the eyes.
"What are you thinking about?"
Ba Beile's hoarse voice sounded, interrupting Zhu Rui's thoughts.
"I'm not thinking about anything, I just think that Meilin is beautiful."
Zhu Rui recovered his thoughts and said.
"How about you play a piece of music for me?"
Babeile said.
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She was playing the piano again and frowned inadvertently.
Could it be that Liang Fei and Ba Beile, mother and son, wouldn't let others do something else?
She felt depressed for no reason, and it suddenly turned into anger, which made her unable to restrain herself.
Live with your own temper.
His tone was still respectful, Zhu Rui said: "I made fun of this slave.
My former son-in-law also said that this slave is lazy and cannot play the piano well.
I'm afraid this scenery will be wasted in vain."
"I want to hear it."
Ba Beile's tone was light, but there was no doubt about it.
Zhu Rui was stunned for a moment, feeling that the tone seemed a bit stunned, a bit annoyed, a bit cold and a bit domineering, even though he was forcing him to lowest.
She suddenly felt a little clearer.
If the good concubine ordered her to play the piano that day, it was just a casual comment, then today Ba Beile mentioned it again, and how could such a coincidence happen to Brother Ninth that day?
It's just her temper. , but she is very unwilling to give in.
She can play the piano, but she plays the piano because she likes it.
If she is ordered to play by others, what is the difference between her and a singer in a teahouse?
"If I want to have a drink or two to accompany this beautiful scenery, I can do it in front of someone who is good at playing and singing.
I will go and invite you here," said the bamboo basket, holding down the fire.
"Why are you so unwilling to play and sing with me?"
Babeile said softly, then he drank a full glass of wine and put the glass down heavily.
He suddenly turned to the bamboo basket, his eyes were red and his eyes were sharp, "You have been here again and again.
And the third one refuses to play music for E Niang and me, does he think we are not worthy?"
The bamboo basket opened its head, held its neck, and said: "I don't dare, it's really because my piano skills are not good."
Do these people from the royal family like to impose their will on others?
They must follow his wishes, even to the slightest extent.
Is it even possible to resist?
She is not a doll.
"What a poor piano player."
Ba Beile was no longer his usual gentle self.
Under the influence of alcohol, his face looked a little scary.
Zhu Rui pursed his lips and glared at Ba Beile, looking at him as he looked drunk.
After thinking about it, he didn't remember much of what he said, otherwise how could he be so arrogant?
Zhu Rui thought he was unlucky, got up indiscriminately, and tried to help Ba Beile, saying : "Baye, you are drunk.
My servant will help you go back to your room to rest."
Unexpectedly, Ba Beile actually grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
The hot smell of alcohol hit Zhu Rui's neck.
He only heard Ba Beile say: "What are you doing hiding like this?
As far as I know, You can do more than that.
If you hired such a good master to teach you how to play the piano and flute, wouldn’t it be a waste if you didn’t show it off just to enter the palace?
Or maybe I’m not qualified to let you use this trick.”
Zhu Rui was completely annoyed.
She didn't know what the person in this body was thinking, but it was her who was in this body at the moment.
She couldn't swallow Babeile's humiliating words like this.
Zhu Rui shook Ba Beile's hand, but couldn't.
He struggled to stand up, but couldn't.
Ba Beile looked at the bamboo baskets tossing like this, and smiled even more proudly and dotingly.
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Zhu Rui was so angry that he calmed down and said: "Why do you make fun of my slave?
Instrumental music is just a thing that takes time and effort to learn.
Even if you know a few things, what is there to be proud of?"
, just for my own entertainment, not as a bargaining chip, nor to please anyone.
If so, it would be better not to do these things, and it would be more leisurely."
Just now, Zhu Rui was in a rage, and her originally plain face suddenly took on a look of vitality.
But at this moment, she suddenly became careless again.
Babeile felt like she was looking at a blooming peony.
Little by little, the beauty bloomed in front of her eyes.
The brilliance made her eyes hurt.
When every petal was really unfolded, she The light has subsided, but it is "the flowers are more beautiful when they are very pale".
Until this moment, people can't help but be impressed.
It is indeed the "true national beauty" famous in the capital.
The red color in Babeile's eyes was still there, but the heat gradually subsided.
He gently let go of his hand and put down the bamboo basket.
Zhu Rui rubbed his wrists and was about to raise his head to refute him again, but found that Ba Beile in front of him had returned to his previous appearance.
Only his red eyes reminded Zhu Rui that it was not a dream just now.
"Let's go, I think Wu Ma's fish head has been stewed."
Ba Beile pulled Zhu Rui's wrist, and the pain in his wrist made Zhu Rui's hand shake involuntarily.
Ba Beile pulled Zhu Rui along and walked slowly, rubbing Zhu Rui's wrist with just enough strength.
Zhu Rui had no intention of arguing with Babei Le anymore and let him rub his wrists for her while walking all the way to the front yard.
Ba Beile was right.
Wu Ma’s fish heads were really good.
In a pot of soup, Ba Beile only added one bowl, and the rest was “cleaned” by bamboo baskets.
Until she left, Zhu Rui could not help but praise her craftsmanship with Wu Ma, making Wu Ma laugh all the way.
After getting on the carriage, Zhu Rui was still unsatisfied.
She now understood why Ba Beile came here just for a meal.
With such a good fish soup waiting for her, who could resist the temptation?
"I like it very much," Babeile said, looking at the undisguised look of aftertaste on Zhu Rui's face.
"Well, Mother Wu's craftsmanship is really good.
If there is a chance, I will definitely ask her for advice."
Regarding that unhappy and somewhat inexplicable episode, Zhu Rui selectively filtered it out.
"If you want to eat it often, you don't need to learn it yourself, just let Wu Ma serve you."
Babele said.
"Sir, please take the trouble.
It's enough for me to have Wutong and Qiuling with me now.
Besides, I will return to the palace soon, so why bother Mother Wu?"
Zhu Rui declined Ba Beile's kindness.
After all, he just wanted to drink fish soup.
Zhu Rui felt a little sorry that he had to ask the elderly to come over.
When the words came to his lips, he asked Babeile to swallow them down.
In today's situation, it was really not suitable to mention this matter to her again.
Anyway, there was still time
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