A Weird Theater That Started In London

"The weird theater from London (!

Chen Shi.

The Drum of Xiaoxiao stopped for an hour, and the streets were already crowded with people and it was very lively.

Lu Li took the black mane horse and walked on the road of compacted loess, slowly looking around, the rows of locust trees, elms, and the deep house compound separated by one family.

Sogdians, big cannibals, Kunlun slaves...

"Langjun, it's not too lively right now. At night, the full-length people will walk out of their homes. Last year, at the Lantern Festival last year, some people were crowded with their feet hanging in the air and walked dozens of steps before stopping."

After leaving the prostitute, the girl Qianrui was a lot more lively, and she kept talking.

However, there are only these three days in a year where you can play and experience night culture without restriction. How can you be unhappy?

"Chang'an has a population of more than one million, and it's not crowded to be abnormal."

With that, Lu Li thought of the scene of traveling to scenic spots during the National Day Golden Week in his previous life. By tonight, those were all turned into pediatrics.

"Hubing, hot Hubing, the last two cages, let's take a look."

The yelling echoed in my ears.

As Lu Li followed the prestige, a high-nosed and deep-eyed Human master was making sesame seeds not far in front, and most of his body was enveloped by the white air floating in the steamer.

And the caller is probably his grandfather, with a high nose and deep eyes, wearing a pointed hat to solicit visitors on the side of the road, and speaking Chinese as fluent as Chao Heng.

Realizing that someone was looking at him, the old man waved his hand quickly: "This gentleman is here to have a taste. The authentic flax cakes are delicious and crispy."

"Lady, do you want to try it?"

Lu Li really smelled the scent, and he was going to buy two to relieve his gluttons—like Duke, he also had the grand goal of eating Chang'an City.

And Girl Qianrui shook her head and said softly: "It's too tired, Nunu will find a place to drink the Fufu soup later."

"Okay." Lu Li didn't entangle, "You wait for me here, forget it, ride on horseback."

There is a flow of people right now, and if the girl Qianrui is topped by an unpredictable person, she will be in trouble, so Lu Li supported her on the back of the black mane horse.

After drinking so much of his own blood, the strength of this product has skyrocketed. If it were placed in the Three Kingdoms world, it would at least be able to kill Yellow Turban general Pei Yuanshao alone.

Oooooo...

Amid the weird cry, Lu Li ran to the pie stall and lined up. The freshly baked sesame biscuits were golden and crisp, especially the sesame, all of which were full of grains, and they seemed to have an appetite.

"Huh~"

"It's so fragrant."

The few diners in the front had already gotten the steamed mutton cakes, no matter how hot they were, they went to the next station and swallowed them, their mouths filled with oil.

It's a pity that after Lu Li, only one of the two big steamed cakes was left. The old man felt uncomfortable and bowed before saying: "I'm really sorry, this cake will be given to Lang Jun."

In fact, Lu Li didn't care, whether it was a piece of cake or two cakes, he couldn't fill his stomach, he just had a taste.

Therefore, after receiving the oil-paper-wrapped sesame cake from the old man, Lu Li took out a Kaiyuan Tongbao and placed it on the chopping board.

Anyway, there is no shortage of money, there is no need to eat for nothing, not to mention that it is not easy for a small business.

"Langjun stayed, and the mint leaves dried at home, after eating cakes and chewing two sticks, can relieve the greasiness, don't dislike it."

A folded pack of dried mint leaves was stuffed into Lu Li's arms, and the old Hu man showed a simple smile, and at the same time greeted his son to close the stall and go home.

Simple and kind.

"Two, Shangyuan Ankang."

"The little old man also wishes the guests good health."

Amidst the laughter, Lu Li turned around and walked back, holding a bag of mint leaves.

Girl Qianrui saw that he was in a good mood at a glance, and a smile appeared on her face: "Langjun, the slave has changed his mind."

"Take it." Lu Li tore off half of it boldly.

Upon seeing this, the black-maned horse neighed unwillingly, and wanted to taste it.

"Langjun..."

"Nothing, my mount is special, I can drink and eat meat."

At first Qian Rui thought that Lu Li was joking, until she witnessed the black mane horse swallowing a small half of the cake into her belly.

"Let's go, don't talk about seeing the Chang'an flowers as much as possible today, but also to visit the East City."

"The slave accompanies the Lord."

"Are there any places to recommend?"

"Lang Jun is not from Chang'an? There are Baqiao Fengxue, Qujiang, and Zhongnan Mountain in the distance, and Xingqing Palace and Leyouyuan near by. It can be said that there are sceneries everywhere."

In fact, the most famous is Pingkangfang. The Kyoto hakama often visits this place, and the Dijinshi often visits it with the name of red paper, so it is called the "Merry Sauzawa" land.

There are not only little ladies who can sing and dance, but also Baotang Temple, Yanghua Temple, and the largest polo field in Chang'an City, occupying one-eighth of the area, right next to the residence of Princess Changning.

Of course, along the way, what impressed Lu Li the most were those Chang'an Rangers. Well, with a long sword hanging from his waist, they were dressed up in a fancy way, like a slutty wanderer, staring at the girl Qianrui who was disguised as a man. Whistle a few times from time to time.

It's because they weren't too drifty, otherwise Lu Li taught them how to behave with one hand and wouldn't be held accountable by the government afterwards.

Third-rank Dali Qing has confidence in anyone to talk to.

"Langjun, the east and west cities have not yet opened. Have you thought about where to go next?"

"No hurry, let's fill up your stomach first."

I glanced over the roadside, and a stall selling morning food came into view: a frying pan, a soup pot, a pot of clear soup, and four tables. The most coincident thing was that a few diners had just left together and made room.

"Fu Yuanzi, slaves love to eat."

There was no Lantern Festival made of glutinous rice in the Tang Dynasty. Eating Floating Yuanzi on the Spring Festival was the right answer. Naturally, Lu Li would not refuse this special delicacy and agreed with a smile.

When he arrived at the stall, a guy greeted and wiped the table and asked: "What do the guests want to eat? We have lamb soup, lamb in water basin, floating yuanzi, fire moth, silk cage."

"Floating Yuanzi, two copies." Qian Rui smiled like a flower.

Before Lu Li could speak, she said again, "Huo Mo'er also needs two copies."

It was the first time that the guy saw such a charming young lady. He was stunned for a long time before he noticed that he was out of state and hurriedly agreed, "What kind of stuffing do you want?"

"Southern dates."

When the words fell, a pair of clear eyes fell on Lu Li, "Where is Lang Jun?"

"Same."

In this way, Lu Lilai's first breakfast in Datang has already been set: a small half of Hubing, Fuyuanzi, and Huoer.

Among them, Fuyuanzi is the most delicious and most like Lantern Festival. Five nuts, dried fruits, bacon, and fresh vegetables ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ can all be used as fillings, wrapped in dough, and put in a pot of water to cook and set. Fry them three or five times with the finest flax.

The surface is golden and crispy, the filling is sweet and hot, and a scent comes out.

"It's fun here, I don't think about Shu." Lu Li, who was six minutes full, asked for a bowl of lamb and couldn't help feeling.

What is life?

There is no hell-level exam, no intrigue, no competition with others, eating, drinking, playing, and having fun, where you want to go, and what you want to buy.

On the side, Qian Rui thought he was complaining about his busy schedule on weekdays, and smiled warmly and relieved.

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