Chapter 91 I don’t know how ugly beauty is and how beautiful she is.
At dusk, Xin Zhuo returned to the village bathed in the golden sunset.
As soon as I entered the gate, I had a bad premonition. Six bandit subordinates and Xiao Huang stood in the yard with embarrassed expressions. More than a dozen thatched huts were in a mess, looking like they had been looted. look.
Especially his own room. The broken wardrobe, bed and the doghouse built for Xiao Huang were all in a mess.
"What's going on?" Xin Zhuo asked in surprise.
"The boss."
A group of bandit subordinates came up to us. Han Qiniang was extremely aggrieved: "Just now, a group of masked men in black came over. They were very high-level people. They first used weapons to force us, and then moved around. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but it turned our village into a mess.”
Xin Zhuo thought about it and asked, “You can take a look. Are you old?"
Cui Ying'er shook her head and said in a deep voice: "It's hard to tell, the cover is very strong, only a pair of eyes are exposed, but although these people are of high realm, they don't mean to hurt us. "
"That's right! His level is very high, he is not like an idle warrior, and his attitude is very polite. As long as he cooperates, nothing else matters," Murong Xiu also analyzed with confusion.
Xin Zhuo glanced in the direction of Qiugong Pavilion. In the afternoon, the seven white-robed students and the two wives Qin Yuliu stopped listening.
Thinking on your heels, you know it was those white-robed students who did it!
These students are arrogant and arrogant, so they must suspect that there are original versions of "Tao Te Ching" and "Sun Tzu's Art of War" in the copycat.
This kind of thing...
What a big joke, unless you break the void and find the original version.
However, this feeling of being teased is still very uncomfortable.
Seeing that several of the bandit subordinates were still uneasy, Xin Zhuo had no choice but to comfort him: "I know, they are from Qiugong Pavilion. It doesn't matter, just let them do whatever they want!"
< br>Cui Ying'er asked doubtfully: "The boss provoked people in Qiugong Pavilion?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head and smiled: "No As for some students who can't turn around, just think of it as a joy and clean up the room."
After thinking about it, he said: "During this period, you should be robbing and looting, and you should be stocking up on supplies. , I may... not stay in Qiugong Pavilion for too long. Once the time is right, I will make other considerations.”
...
The career of a concubine in Qiugong Pavilion, after the twists and turns in the first few days, gradually became calmer.
Of course, it is impossible for Xin Zhuo to explain the "Tao Te Ching" and "Sun Tzu's Art of War" in one go. He would work hard every day, one article a day, or even one article every two days, rotating them.
Even so, those students were still unable to taste the food and could not sleep at night. They studied hard and were extremely serious.
Ji Cunxiao and others also came over from time to time to listen, but they were very serious and did not cause trouble again.
The debt level of a group of students such as Bai Xuanji has slowly accumulated to around 30.
There are still 20 points left. When the time comes to harvest, it will surely be able to improve to a higher level. This trip will be considered worthwhile.
However, Qiugong Pavilion’s purpose of recruiting him has not been exposed.
November 20th, light snow.
At dusk, the sky, which had been gloomy all day, suddenly started to flutter with snowflakes, which began to melt as they fell to the ground, slowly accumulating a layer of white frost.
By the time Xin Zhuo hurried back to the village to finish his dinner, the mountains and fields were already covered in white.
This was the first time that Xin Zhuo saw the snow in another world, the same vast tracts of goose feathers, the same vast world.
In the yard, Han Jiulang and Huang Dagui held a large ball of snow, yelling and rushing towards Bai Jianxi, smashing it all over their heads and faces.
Bai Jianxi was given a mouthful of snow foam, which was so cold that he couldn’t help but squeeze his orchid fingers. He squatted down and started to pull it, then he picked up a ball and threw it back: “It’s so annoying. , beat you two turtles to death "Sun!"
As soon as he smashed it out, Han Jiulang used a 100% empty glove to pinch it with a bare blade. He was shocked: "Brother Xigou, you can't help but talk about this thing..."
Bai Jianxi was furious and shouted in a high voice: "Where did Murong die? Help me, let's work together. They are not opponents. No one understands you better than me."
"Here he comes!"
Murong Xiu, who was secretly eating pig head meat in the kitchen, rushed out, used Qinggong to jump up, picked up a ball of snow on the tiles, and fired two beautiful shots, which hit Huang Dagui and Han Jiulang in the chest. forehead.
"Yo-yo, fight!" "Fight!"
Looking at a few young people in the yard who looked like children, wearing thick cotton-padded clothes and wrapped like rice dumplings, Han Qiniang laughed happily, even a little eager to try.
Cui Ying'er pulled her up: "Qiniang, don't go. You are too strong and your level is higher than them. How can they bear it!"
"Oh. ." Han Qiniang stopped reluctantly and looked at Xin Zhuo with bright eyes, "Master, do you want to play? You are the best, can you beat me and Sister Ying'er?"
Xin Zhuo had black hair and quickly tightened the cotton coat sewn by Cui Ying'er: "Don't play, I have something to do!"
"Oh?"
Cui Ying'er's expression was unclear and her voice was lukewarm: "I'm looking for the nun again! Does the boss want to get a wife?"
"Ah, it's okay! I'm going to practice Qing Gong!"
Xin Zhuo's face turned red, when did Cui Ying'er know? He quickly took Xiao Huang out of the yard.
Han Qiniang looked at his back and asked curiously: "What is the boss doing?"
Cui Ying'er sighed softly: "The boss is just starting to fall in love, I'm afraid he will fall into it! Alas! , What future does a bandit have, let alone a nun..."
Han Qiniang blinked and seemed to understand: "The boss is really looking for a nun? This..."
After thinking about it, she rubbed her hands in embarrassment: "If the wealth doesn't flow to outsiders, why don't we get married? Forget it, the boss, it’s blocked his thoughts, he went up The words came and went, and people found it quite interesting."
"What the hell are you talking about? I don't know what you are thinking, yellow-haired girl!" Cui Ying'er was shocked. He scraped her nose, went into the house, lit a coal lamp, and continued to sew cotton shoes.
There are heavy snowflakes in the air, and the snow in the forest is very thick. Reflecting the skylight, there are white flowers, and the sight is not bad.
Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang left two rows of footprints, one large and one small, and soon arrived at a remote forest.
Facing the snowy light, I saw a beautiful figure standing in the snow in the forest from a distance. She was dressed in mink fur, with a high bun, and a phoenix-patterned silk skirt. Her figure was graceful and thought-provoking.
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but be dumbfounded as he walked closer.
Hui Ruqing completely abandoned the attire that a nun should have today, and dressed up as an aristocratic girl, with a touch of pink and white. She was so beautiful that she was beyond human, and even more beautiful in the snow.
"Have you returned to secular life?"
One sentence blurted out.
"Today's light snow solar term coincides with heavy snowfall. It's the same scene as when I was sent by Eunuch Li...Uncle Li and the others. At this time of year, I feel a little homesick, so I changed it secretly, and the master and the others didn't know."
Hui Ruqing Smiling secretly, he then asked cautiously: "Can you tell what kind of costume this is?"
Xin Zhuo looked at it carefully and shook his head: "I can't understand, it looks good!"
Hui Ruqing was inexplicably relieved.
I heard Xin Zhuo sigh with emotion: "There is a beautiful woman in the snow, her face is as beautiful as the world of mortals. Her spirit is like spring lake water, and her eyebrows are as beautiful as Chundai Mountain..."
Hui Ruqing blinked her beautiful eyes: "You are so sweet, is there anything else?" "Hui Ruqing was stunned for a while and then murmured: "Is this... a poem specially written for me?"
Xin Zhuo asked softly. He held her slender hands, which were very smooth, and stuffed them into his arms to warm them: "Of course, it's just for you! Are you cold?"
Hui Ruqing froze and forgot for a moment. He pulled out his hand and said in a daze: "Little thief, don't lie to me. Am I really that good-looking?"
Xin Zhuo pretended to be surprised and said: "You don't know?"
Hui Ruqing said blankly: "There is no bronze mirror in the nunnery, and no one has ever praised me. I was very ugly when I was a child. My nickname is Chou'er. I always thought that I was born very ordinary.”
Ugly?
Are you... still alive? Yuan Yourong and the others would feel ashamed if they found out.
(End of this chapter)