Chapter 92 I Want to Be a Thief (25)

In Qingzhou Prefecture, Wu Song went to handle official business.

Cao Jie and others followed Shi Qian to conduct an on-site investigation.

Qin Ming's house, the prefect's house, the height of the city wall, the location of the parade ground...

Everything is done in preparation for taking over the city.

"Brother, as long as you give the order, I will steal Qin Ming's family and even the ninth concubine that Murong the old thief has just taken in."

For a gentleman like Shi Qian, stealing gold is easy, and picking flowers is naturally easy too.

"Of course I believe in Brother Shi Qian's strength, but why do we need to steal that concubine? When we capture Qingzhou Prefecture one day, we can save her from the sea of ​​fire..."

Cao Jie saw that it was time for dinner, so he asked again, "Is there any restaurant in Qingzhou Prefecture that gourmets like to go to?"

"Brother, I know you like this, so I found out a long time ago that there is a tavern that specializes in seafood from the Bohai Sea, which is a specialty of Qingzhou."

"It's seafood! Very good!"

Nowadays, if you want to eat fresh seafood, you can either go to the Jiaofangsi to find prostitutes, or go to the beach to find fishermen.

Qingzhou is adjacent to the Bohai Sea, and the hairtail and yellow croaker in the Bohai Sea are so delicious that they will melt your tongue even if they are simply cooked.

The Bohai Restaurant is considered a high-end restaurant in Qingzhou, and those who come here to eat and drink are either wealthy or noble.

Cao Jie was not a man short of money, so he asked for a private room on the second floor and ordered a meal costing twelve taels of silver, and everyone started to eat and drink.

At this time, the sound of piano came from the next box, followed by a feminine voice singing.

Cao Jie pricked up his ears and listened:
"My bun is too lazy to comb in the spring, plum blossoms are falling in the courtyard in the evening breeze. Light clouds come and go, and the moon is sparse. The jade duck incense burner is idle. The red cherry tent is covered with tassels, and the rhinoceros horn is used to ward off the cold..."

Although his voice was a little hoarse and vague, Cao Jie was not very proficient in Song poetry. He only knew those that were tested in high school textbooks.

Now that I have upgraded [Concentration] to level two, I can recall some of the information that I was familiar with in my previous life with just a little thought.

With his current memory, if he goes back to middle school, his grades will definitely be ideal.

After careful consideration, I realized that I had never heard the poem I just heard before.

He put that little bit of charm aside and continued eating and drinking with his brothers.

"The big fish in the sea are indeed more delicious than those in the river..."

Ruan Xiaoqi spat out the small thorn skillfully and said with longing: "When there is a chance, let's go to the Bohai Sea to play with the waves and catch a big fish weighing ten thousand kilograms. Then my life will be worthwhile."

"With Seventh Brother's ability, this is not difficult." Shi Qian said with a smile.

"When Meng Kang builds a large ocean ship, Brother Seven will know that the Bohai Sea is just a small area, and the East China Sea is boundless."

"I really want to go and see it!"

Just as the brothers were chatting happily, the door next door opened and a magnetic middle-aged male voice sounded: "Madam, I'm busy with official business. I'm leaving now. You can go back after you finish eating!"

"Sir, when you go to Zibo, don't be so obsessed with gold and stone that you forget to eat and sleep. You should eat more." The hooking and dropping voice came again.

Cao Jie was itching.

"Work hard and eat more" is not a good word. Zhuo Wenjun wrote in her "Farewell Book": The red string is broken, the bright mirror is cracked, the morning dew is dry, the fragrance of the time has ended, the white-haired man sings, sad about the separation, work hard and eat more, don't miss me, the Jinshui River is surging, and I bid you farewell forever!

The man was well-read, so how could he not know the meaning?

They have been married for more than ten years and share similar interests. They both like calligraphy and paintings by ancient and modern celebrities, rare artifacts from three generations, and stone inscriptions. It can be said that they are each other's confidants.

However, marriage is not always smooth sailing.

He is nearly forty years old and still has no children. Since he was reinstated the year before last and became the county magistrate of Laizhou, the couple has been living apart.

Now that he has taken a concubine, the relationship between husband and wife is like there is a mountain between them, and they can never go back to the way they were before.

Cao Jie looked through the window at the carriage parked in front of the restaurant. He saw her among the thick shade of trees. Her figure was graceful, like a willow swaying in the wind, but full of dignified and graceful charm.

The carriage rattled away. She stared at it for a long time, and finally turned back into the store.

Cao Jie tilted his neck slightly to look, and saw that she was wearing a shiny black peony bun with a golden hairpin inserted in it. She walked gracefully, but the hairpin did not move, just like flowing water.

Just this silhouette looming in the shade of the trees, like a classical painting of a beauty, exuding a unique charm formed by the accumulation of years. "Brother?"

"elder brother……"

"Ah...oh...drink...drink..."

Cao Jie took a half sip of wine and blinked.

Even though he had seen countless beauties in his previous life, from different eras, different countries, and with various styles, none of them was as beautiful as the charm of this stunning glimpse of her back.

That is the charm of a lady from an oriental family.

Xiao Jinlian was born a maid, and Yan Poxi was born an artist.

Where is that kind of temperament?

At this time, the sound of piano was heard again from next door, followed by the faint and melodious voice that began to sing.

Cao Jie pricked up his ears and almost knocked over the wine bowl at hand. The first sentence was "Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was strong."

'Mr. Yi An?'

"It's over, it's over..."

"How can I drink or eat like this?"

"Am I really going to be a thief?!"

Then, “Deep sleep cannot dispel the remaining alcohol”, it seems as if a beautiful woman suddenly wakes up, her eyes half-closed, her lips slightly open, she is surprised to hear the storm last night, her heart is uneasy…

"I asked the curtain-roller, and he said the crabapple tree remains the same." Although she felt a little relieved, she still couldn't let it go. When she got up after finishing her makeup, she was heartbroken and burst into tears. She stamped her feet and cursed the heavens for being cruel and the wind and rain for being merciless...

"Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin!"

Shi Qian pushed Cao Jie's arm, interrupting his fantasy, and asked, "Brother, do you want me to go and find out?"

"Prying about what?"

Cao Jie shook his head and whispered, "She is a married woman. I... I will write a poem and you ask the waiter to give it to that woman. I... I am making friends with her through poetry... pen pals! Yes, pen pals!"

"Make friends through literature! We know this..."

What to write?

When Shi Qian brought paper and ink, Cao Jie finally made up his mind and took out a quill pen he always carried with him.

I picked up my pen and wrote: searching, desolate, sad and miserable...

The waiter quickly handed the letter to the next room.

Soon, the woman next door said, "Which talented person is here?"

"Yuncheng Cao Jie, may I ask if the person opposite is Yi An Jushi?"

"Do you recognize me?"

"I have long admired my name."

"Sir, this poem is truly exquisite. I would like to invite you to drink a glass of wine."

"It's my wish, but I don't dare to ask for my ear."

Cao Jie was overjoyed, thinking that he had finally met the "most talented woman of all time."

When the brothers saw that their elder brother went to the next room without even turning back, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

In the next box, Madam Li was sitting on a chair with several maids standing beside her. Her fair face was a little red from drinking strong wine.

She looked to be only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with delicate features and flawless complexion.

In fact, she is already in her early thirties.

But after years of precipitation, she has a beauty different from that of delicate flowers, just like a ripe peach, which makes people unable to stop.

(End of this chapter)