Chapter 313: The Journey to the Ancient Heavenly Kingdom (IV)

The Taj Mahal Water Palace Hotel is located in Lake Pichula in Udaipur, Rajasthan, India. Udaipur is one of the ancient capitals of India. It was founded in the 16th century. There are many palaces of all sizes in the city. Although Rajasthan is regarded as a desert state in India, the city of Udaipur is full of water and the lake is beautiful and beautiful, and is known as "Venice in the desert". Because the buildings in the city are mainly white marble, it is also called "White City".

The famous travel magazine "travel+leisure" has selected it as the best tourist city in the world.

Lelang and his team planned to take wedding photos in the Taj Mahal Water Palace Hotel, so they had to rush there early in the morning because this pure white palace "floating" in the water, from sunrise to sunset, under the sunlight, the color of the palace will go from milky white to golden to light yellow to bright white, and then from bright white to light yellow, golden, light red, and finally return to a quiet milky white...

Various color conversions make people feel like they are in a dream. Because of this effect, the photos taken at every hour, every corner, and every place will have different styles and stories. At that time, you will feel like you are in a dream fairy tale.

The group took a plane at the airport. After two hours of wasting time, they finally arrived in Udaipur. After being picked up by a hotel special car, they passed through the noisy and crowded streets and arrived at the shore opposite the Taj Mahal Water Palace Hotel.

There are no bridges, no roads, only luxury dinghys to pick up and drop off.

Sitting on the yacht, I saw a clear lake water spread like a long scroll in front of me, extending towards the horizon. In the lake, countless wild ducks and water birds were flocking in three or five, cruising comfortably on the green waves, accidentally drew ripples on the mirror-like surface of the lake; some spread their wings and soared in the sky, and the loud and whirling cry added infinite vitality to the quiet Pichula Lake.

When I come here, I feel as if I am away from the hustle and bustle of the world, making my heart clear.

The Water Palace is like an independent kingdom. It was originally built by Jag Singh, son of Udai Singh, the emperor of the Mughal Dynasty. Due to the empty and ventilated surroundings and the lake water dispelling the heat, it has been the summer palace of the Mughal Dynasty for more than two hundred years. After India's independence, the royal family converted the summer palace into a hotel to increase income in order to make up for the many inconveniences caused by the loss of privilege.

This is the sorrow of every fallen royal family. The former bedroom has become the place where others play and flirt with each other. I wonder what these royal nobles are thinking.

I came to the hotel and booked a room and didn’t have time to rest. This was the most beautiful moment to take wedding photos in the morning.

Because I had already greeted the hotel in advance, the hotel did not interfere much, but just sent a butler to follow them to see what they needed so that they could be at any time.

Ashmita and the makeup artist helped Lelang and Shaoqing put on the beautiful dresses they brought in in the room, and then took them to a palace pavilion on the roof of the hotel. The photographer had already prepared everything and was waiting for the two of them.

In the morning light, the two of them hugged each other gently and looked at each other. The tenderness and affection instantly dispersed. Behind was a small pavilion. The sunlight outside the pavilion shone on the white palace pavilion, bringing out a golden color. The water birds danced lightly, flew in the sky, and flew to the lake from time to time to hunt the small fish in the lake.

Their expressions instantly killed countless photos of the photographer in an instant.

"Okay, change your position." Ashmita shouted with satisfaction.

"no, kiss, kiss." Unexpectedly, Han Yajing shouted disagreeingly.

"What's wrong?" Ashmita asked strangely.

"Kiss, let them kiss each other so that they can look good when photographed." Han Yajing said with her hands gestured to kiss her. It was obvious that she was taking revenge on Lelang's unreasonable attitude towards her yesterday.

Because of Han Yajing's strong request, Ashmita had to let Lelang and the others pose again. Shaoqing was very shy, after all, she had never kissed in front of so many people, but she had to reluctantly agree to the wedding photos. Who knew that the two of them had several positions Han Yajing was not satisfied, and walked over to show off to the two of them and said, "You have to kiss like this... This way, this way, it's good to look."

Lelang rolled his eyes when he heard this. He didn't take wedding photos for others. Is it important to look good or not? He immediately said to her in anger: "Why do you take a photo?"

"Okay..." Han Yajing was about to respond when she suddenly felt something was wrong. What did she do with her when she took a wedding dress? She glared at Lelang angrily and ran over.

Shaoqing, who was beside him, looked at it and found it funny, and gently patted the weird Lelang.

A bunch of people were taking wedding photos seriously. Saburo was very bored. He looked left and right, and suddenly he was a little anxious to pee. He looked at it with a thief, then ran to the railing beside him, took out his *** and got into the gap between the railings, and started peeing.

At this time, the housekeeper next to him saw clearly what Saburo was doing, but it was too late to stop him, so he had to pray in his heart that no one noticed it.

Below, in front of the window, a slightly vicissitudes of man stared at the window with a cup of hot coffee just made. Looking at the warm and passionate lake water like a woman, I felt that my worries seemed to have gone a lot. I couldn't help but drink coffee comfortably and admire the beautiful classical architecture and beautiful scenery by the lake.

Suddenly, a misty rain drifted from the sky. The rain drifted in the coffee and drank it in my mouth. It felt salty and salty. I thought to myself, this smell was wrong! Thinking of it, I stuck my head out of the window and looked, but I didn’t expect a stream of warm water to drip from the top to the bottom, and the water flowed from my face to my mouth, a little salty.

At this time, he didn't know what was going on. He put the coffee in his hand heavily on the table and ran up angrily. When he arrived at the top floor, he saw a lot of people patting their wedding dress. He turned his eyes and saw Saburo put away his *** and wiped his hand on his butt. The man looked at him and looked dark. I don't know if he was angry or something. He shouted to Saburo loudly: "Little brat, come here, I must fry you *** and eat it today." He spoke in Chinese, and it seemed that he was also a Chinese.

Sanlang would not listen to him. Seeing his vicious appearance, he hurriedly ran behind Lelang and hid.

Lelang heard the man's voice, and knew that Saburo had been in trouble again without looking at it. He hurriedly came forward and asked, "Friend, what's going on?"

"What's going on? This little guy put his hair on my face." The man said angrily.

The person who could understand Chinese was laughing loudly when he heard this. Lelang wanted to laugh but didn't make it funny. The victim was right in front of him. If he laughed again, the man would have to go wild immediately. He had to suppress his smile and walked over to comfort him, "The child is ignorant..."

"What's wrong with being ignorant? If you don't know what you can pee on your face?"

Lelang walked over and hugged his shoulders friendly, looking like a good friend, and persuaded him, "Forget it, I'll treat you to coffee."

"What? Just ask someone to have a coffee after peeing."

"In fact, this boy's urine is a good thing. Taoists use it to refine the immortal pill, and traditional Chinese medicine uses it as medicine. People like us drink a cup of boy's urine every day and will be free from illness and worry for the rest of their lives." Lelang said nonsense that he was cheating people to death.

"Really or not?" The man looked disbelief.

"What am I lie to you to do. By the way, I heard that the Indian toast cakes and desserts here taste good, so let's try it out." Lelang quickly changed the topic and said.

"Okay, but I'm going to change my clothes." The man nodded.

"Okay, let's see you at the open-air teahouse later."

"Well, that's it."

Shaoqing next to him saw the man leaving and pulled Saburo over, glanced at Lelang, and said unhappily: "There are a lot of words in Baizhe (there are a lot of lies)."

Lelang smiled and didn't tell the difference. He thought to himself that he had to be skilled when talking about white thief. Then he turned to Ashmita and the others and said, "Let's take a break, I'll treat you to something."

The people who took wedding photos cheered and said that Alang was a generous Chinese. You should know that consumption in a hotel is a considerable expense, which is not something that people like them can consume casually. In addition, some people didn’t eat when they came in the morning, so they were so happy.

When you hear India, you probably think of the first words Indian Asan, curry and Indian pizza.

Indian pancakes are also called "Indian pancakes" or "Indian flying pancakes". In China, Indian pancakes are made of refined flour, but in India, they are mixed with wheat peels.

Making Indian flying cakes is actually very simple. Just mix flour, egg yolk, sand sugar, salt, water, condensed milk, and butter together for about three hours to make it tendons. However, it is a bit difficult to throw. You have to throw a piece of cloth and learn for a while. Throwing the cakes directly will be a speechless ending.
Chapter completed!