bestfiction Chapter 445 Everything Looks Dirty
Chapter 445 Everything Looks Dirty
He could only recruit his own private soldiers and train them secretly.
Bei Jingchu rubbed his brows with a slight headache.
It is time-consuming and laborious to train private soldiers from ordinary people, even hungry and poor ordinary people, to the level where they can fight against the imperial guards of the Northern and Southern Yamen.
...and it costs money.
Bei Jingchu felt a pang of pain in her heart.
Fortunately, she was just picking it up, not leaving it.
Before all the people are trained, Bei Jingchu can only hide.
Seeing that the resentment of the person opposite her was about to burst into black air, she also realized that she was ruining the mood.
He immediately corrected his attitude: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about business anymore."
Jiang Longshou clenched his hand tightly. The feeling of being indulged gave him an illusion of happiness.
The Chinese Valentine's Day is also known as the Qiqiao Festival, a festival dedicated to the Goddess of Weaving, and is naturally centered around weaving.
Girls will compete in threading a needle on this day. The more needles one can thread, the more dexterity one can gain, which is a good omen for being dexterous.
Bei Jingchu doesn't need to be dexterous, but she is out for fun tonight.
Seeing that there was a Qiqiao activity in the Rain Tower, I decided to join in the fun.
The waiter brought needle and thread for her to thread the silk. Although he didn't know that the man in front of him was the boss behind their Rain Tower, he still introduced him enthusiastically.
"Tonight is the Qixi Festival, and the shopkeeper said that if you can thread ten needles within one stick of incense, today's price will be halved."
He didn't know that Bei Jing was admitted for free when she first came to Yu Tower. He only knew that the innermost courtyard was for their most distinguished guests.
But even the most distinguished guests have to spend money, especially the more distinguished the guests are, the more money they spend.
A thin, short incense stick was brought up and lit. Bei Jingchu pulled out a thread and prepared to take a sip.
Suddenly I remembered that there was someone next to me, and she was here for a date today.
Oh, and pay attention to your image.
So I dipped the thread end into the tea, took it out and pinched it, which was almost the same as taking a sip.
Then start threading the needle.
After threading it for a while, the line bent.
Two times, no wear.
Three times, four times, five times, six times, seven times, eight times.
There is an eye right there that you just can’t get through!
Bei Jingchu stared at the pinhole intently, as if it was an enemy who deserved to be cut into pieces.
The incense stick had burned one third, but Bei Jingchu hadn't even managed to insert a needle.
She held the iron needle tightly. Jiang Longshou seemed to have discovered something and reached out to pry her hands open.
Bei Jingchu took the opportunity to release his strength.
Sure enough, the needle in her hand had been bent and deformed.
Jiang Longshou bared his teeth and hissed.
Wow, what kind of strength is this?
I'm afraid his head might be twisted off with just one punch.
The waiter stood by and dared not say a word, for fear of incurring the customer's anger.
Jiang Longshou then asked: "Can only women participate in Qiqiao? Can men also participate?"
The waiter was stunned. He had never been asked this kind of question today.
Then he nodded.
"Yes, yes."
But ordinary men would not get involved in such things. Just now, a servant made a mistake in sewing and brought it to a young man, where he was scolded.
They said things like "Do you look down on me?" and "How can a man of your stature touch the things of a knitting worker?"
The waiter was about to take it, but he stopped him: "No need to take it."
He reached out and took out the needle and thread from the basket in front of Bei Jingchu and tried to thread the needle.
It went in in two strokes.
Bei Jingchu stared at him with eyes wide open.
Under the candlelight, the young man was threading the needle with his head tilted. His appearance could truly be described as virtuous, in stark contrast to his high-spirited appearance during the day.
Maybe people with a bad heart think everything is dirty, and she really felt that this man was deliberately seducing her.