The little dragon reacted after a while and then said: “Ah… I was a little anxious just now. I smelled something delicious.”
Jiang Wuyi took out the clothes he bought yesterday and threw them on him: “How dignified!”
Charles hugged the clothes, his temper aroused by Jiang Wuyi’s fierce tone: “What are you talking about? I don’t know how to wear it!”
Jiang Wuyi breathed out and could only help him get dressed. He said as patiently as possible: “You are not allowed to meet people like this again.”
The little dragon said confidently: “I’m wearing pants!”
Jiang Wuyi almost laughed angrily: “You still want to stop wearing pants?”
“I don’t have any…”
After he packed up the little dragon and carried him out, Jing Yu had already placed the lunch box on the stone table. He saw that Charles’ face was a little hot again, but it was the first time he saw the little dragon wearing a normal robe. The golden-red satin lining made the child even more dazzling. It was obviously the same color at first glance, but it didn’t seem out of place at all. He couldn’t take his eyes off him.
Before he could look any further, Jiang Wuyi stood between the two of them and pulled the little dragon to sit down.
Jing Yu finally came to his senses and pushed the crab roe bun over.
“Try this. This is the specialty of Yixiangju. You have to queue up early every day to buy it.”
Charles secretly glanced at Jiang Wuyi, and directly reached out to take the bun. His element was fire, so he was not afraid of being burned. He took a bite and tasted the juice inside, which made him instantly happy.
“It’s so delicious!”
Seeing that he liked it, Jing Yu smiled happily. Jiang Wuyi glanced at him and suddenly felt that the thing in front of him was worse than Bai Shui.
Only the little milk dragon enjoyed breakfast.
After eating Jing Yu’s two meals in a row, the little milk dragon has already decided that they were friends. Good friends naturally want to share, so he happily said to Jing Yu: “Jing Yu, I learned an instrument yesterday, do you want to listen?”
Jing Yu was flattered: “Of course I do.”
Jiang Wu originally wanted to drive Jing Yu back directly, but upon hearing this, he was strangely silent for a moment and did not speak again.
Jing Yu happily followed the little dragon to get the musical instrument. Jiang Wuyi looked at him deeply and said, “I’ll go out for a walk.”
After saying that, he walked out without looking back, but he didn’t go far. He just stood at the door of the yard, put his hands in his sleeves, and waited quietly. Sure enough, within a moment, Jing Yu rushed out of the yard face pale.
Seeing Jiang Wuyi standing at the door, he said feebly: “He…he…”
The attendant, who was also waiting at the door, was shocked and rushed forward to support Jing Yu.
“Your Majesty, what’s wrong with you? Your Majesty, are you okay? What’s wrong with you? I’ll take you to a doctor!”
Jing Yu waved his hands weakly and calmed down for a long time before saying a complete sentence.
“What he learned…is the suona…?”
The author has something to say: Zaizai: Did I play badly?
Suona (the boss lights up a cigarette): What’s wrong with Suona? Who are you looking down on?
Ever since the little dragon learned the suona, the deafening sound of playing was often heard from Duke Huai’s palace. He was full of breath, and the sound he played was much louder than ordinary people. This sound went straight to the heavens, immediately making many people who were originally curious and the servants who came to serve him retreat.
However, Charles himself did not find it unpleasant.
Perhaps this is the blind spot of learning. Some people learn cooking and think it is pretty good, but others shy away from it. Other people learn singing, but their audience wants nothing more than to run far away, yet they think it is the sound of nature.
It was the same when it came to the little dragon. He carried a small trumpet tied with red silk and walked around all day long. He felt deeply that he was already a well-deserved suona master!
Fortunately, after only a few days of such high-intensity practice, his interest faded away. Otherwise, even Duke Huai would have complained to Jiang Wuyi and asked him to confiscate the small trumpet.
A few days before the wedding banquet, the little dragon became fascinated by the exquisite cakes made of flower petals.
This cake was a specialty dessert of Lucheng. Because of the fiery red color of the flower juice, people would feel that it is happy and prosperous, so it was often used at New Year’s wedding banquets. There were many ingredients added to this cake, so it is called ‘Xizai’, which means good things happen one after another.
The little dragon fell in love with the Xizai when he tasted it for the first time. He found Chen Jingjing, the maid who received him when he first arrived, with a basket and volunteered to pick flower petals the next day.
Jiang Wuyi watched him jumping up and down all day long. He was glad that the little dragon didn’t try to escape again, but he also found it difficult to understand such comfort.
The little dragon was clearly at a disadvantage, but he asked him for money now without any courtesy, as if he was the master instead of the follower.
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When the little dragon had finished playing and came back with a box of pastries, he saw Jiang Wuyi playing chess with himself in the room, playing both sides of the board.
Charles looked at it curiously for a while. Not only did he not see anything interesting, but he felt dizzy. Jiang Wuyi saw him blinking and seeming bored, so he suggested, “Will you join me?”
The little dragon became interested: “How do you play this?”
Jiang Wuyi curled his lips: “I’ll teach you.”
Jiang Wuyi taught for nearly two hours, but the final result of the game ended with the little dragon messing up the chessboard.
“Jiang Yan, this isn’t fun, change it!”
Jiang Wuyi looked at the messed-up chessboard and patiently stretched out his hand to take back the black and white chess pieces: “What do you want to play?”
