Chapter 99 Last Night Little Taohong
Whenever the demon girl makes noise on the bed and cannot be quiet, Zhu Pingan will throw out a brain teaser, so that the demon girl cannot be heard for the rest of the day He laughed loudly and seemed to feel bad about his whole body.
Why can't I answer any of the questions? But every time the boy tells me the answer, I feel like I'm enlightened. Several questions in a row made me doubt my life.
The enchantress was leaning on the bed, looking at the young man who was writing furiously under the afterglow of the setting sun, and had an indescribable feeling.
As the sun set, Zhu Pingan finally wrote a policy essay and a four-book eight-part essay. He dried the ink and placed it on the corner of the table. Together, I will spend the evening doing a comparative study, studying the strengths of the Eight-Part Number One Scholar in the Qing Dynasty, and carefully observing my own shortcomings, in order to improve my writing ability. With my current level, it is probably no problem to pass the boy's examination, but if I want to pass the provincial examination, it may still be a little difficult, so I have to continue to work hard to improve.
In the evening, Zhu Ping'an left the room and brought back some stir-fried vegetables and cakes. After returning to the room, he divided the stir-fried vegetables and cakes into two portions, one for himself and the other for the enchantress.
"Why is there no wine?" The girl looked at the food that Zhu Pingan handed over, curled her lips, and used chopsticks to flip through the stir-fried vegetables, but found no meat. Her lips curled even more, and she looked up Zhu Ping'an said sadly, "How come a piece of meat No, you treat patients like this?”
“It’s good to take some. Those medicines of yours almost emptied my wallet.” Zhu Pingan glanced at her and replied lightly. He lowered his head and continued to eat his food with relish.
A female thief still thinks of herself as everyone’s lady because she doesn’t like this or that.
Zhu Pingan ate all the three cakes while cooking with gusto. The girl ate for a long time, but still had one cake and most of the vegetables left.
The cakes and vegetables were all bought with his own money. In line with the principle of not wasting, Zhu Pingan took the leftover cake from the demon girl and ate it in one bite. Finally, he burped, poured another cup of hot tea, blew it along the rim of the cup and drank it.
"Keke, you can really eat, you are a pig, right?" The girl held her chin and looked at Zhu Pingan with a smile.
"I dare not compete with you for the same zodiac sign." Zhu Pingan replied lightly.
Ignoring the girl's subsequent reaction, Zhu Pingan put the dishes on the table back into the food box and carried them to the lobby. When he came back, Zhu Pingan brought back another quilt.
The girl blushed slightly when she saw this. Although she had traveled around the world for many years, this was the first time she slept in the same room as a man. Even though the man was still a young man with no hair, he still let the girl Some ears are red.
"You, you go to sleep on the ground." The girl said and sat down on the bed first.
“Otherwise, what do you think I’m doing with the bedding!”
Zhu Ping’an didn’t even look at the girl grabbing the bed, and just laid the bedding on the wooden floor. Fortunately, this was the second time. The building has a wooden floor, otherwise I would definitely not be able to bear the humidity in early spring.
After laying out the bedding, Zhu Pingan sat at the desk by the window, lit the oil lamp, picked up the wick with a needle, and placed it on the corner of the table. Then, he laid out a policy essay and an eight-part essay written by himself on the table. He also picked up a copy of the eight-part essay written by the number one scholar in the Qing Dynasty and studied it with interest in front of the oil lamp.
After comparing and studying for a while, I circled around my own strategies and the Four Books and Eight Sections, wrote and drew, and kept my insights for future use.
The girl on the bed was sleeping with her clothes on. She would open her eyes from time to time and glance at the young man who was reading at night. The hand hidden in the cup was holding a dagger tightly
She was still a little weak, and because she had just drank the medicine , and fell asleep not long after.
Waiting until she was alerted by the sound of rustling clothes, the girl on the bed opened her dark eyes vigilantly. She thought someone was trying to cause trouble while she was sleeping. She held the dagger tightly in her hand, ready to wait. He secretly blamed himself for being blinded by the young man's politeness and diligence in spreading the floor and reading at night, so he couldn't clearly see someone's sanctimonious virtues.
What caught the girl's eyes was that Zhu Ping'an, who was neatly dressed, was putting on a cross-body schoolbag. He methodically stuffed the books on the desk and a simple writing brush into the schoolbag, still holding it between his arms. He was holding a worn-out black wooden board. From the look on his face, it seemed that he had done this kind of thing countless times.
It seemed like dawn had just broken outside the window. Through the window, you could still see the splash-like sky with a few sparse remaining stars.
"Why are you going?" The girl's voice was hoarse as she had just awakened, becoming more and more seductive.
"Morning exercise." Zhu Ping'an didn't even raise his head, and concentrated on checking his schoolbag to make sure nothing was left behind before replying.
This man didn't even look back. He was really a piece of wood and made me nervous all night long.
The girl watched Zhu Pingan disappear into the room with his schoolbag slung across his body and a black wooden board under his arm. She curled her lips at the closed door, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
In the early morning of spring, the temperature is still slightly cold. The sky in the east has just turned white, and the air is full of the smell of morning light. Everything is pure and refreshing, like a light ink painting. In the ink painting, it is filled with Smell the good morning fragrance.
Not far after leaving the inn, Zhu Ping'an saw three or five people supporting each other and stumbling from a distance. People from far away could smell the pungent smell of alcohol.
Nima, I asked why there is a smell on the street, it turns out it is the smell of wine! Zhu Pingan's face was dark.
“Last night Xiao Cuihong had such a slim waist.”
“It’s good to sing and live well.”
A few drunkards were walking like crabs with their mouths full of He muttered some heart-wrenching words.
When the three or five people came closer, Zhu Pingan was slightly surprised to find that he actually knew these people. The one walking with crab steps was his uncle Zhu Shouren. The puddle of meat on the other side, which was almost piled on the ground, was his uncle. The fat friend seemed to be drunk and unconscious at the moment. The other three were also students from his hometown, and they were all staggering and drunk at the moment.
"Good morning, uncle, good morning to all my uncles." Zhu Ping'an bowed his hands.
"Hey, isn't this a pig? Where are you going?" Uncle Zhu Shouren asked vaguely with his tongue hanging out.
Another countryman who was traveling with me didn’t wait for Zhu Ping’an’s answer, so he smiled and said, “I know, um, haha, I saw Ping’an Lang going out the night before yesterday. When I got up, I went outside to look for some While eating, I saw Ping An Lang eating delicious food at a stall. Hehe, Ping An Lang was probably greedy again. "
"Haha." The other drunkards laughed when they heard this.
The pungent smell of wine, mixed with low-quality rouge and gouache, was so unpleasant that Zhu Pingan couldn't help but take two steps back.
"Brother An, you are so shy, haha."
A few drunkards staggered around Zhu Pingan with crab steps, laughing and heading towards the inn. go.
Zhu Ping'an looked at their staggering figures with a look of sorrow on his face, not worth it for his family. (End of this chapter)