Chapter 19 You are not human
Xiao Baojing suddenly closed the Analects of Confucius.
She looked around.
There were a few orange candles burning in the room, which was bright and warm, but she couldn't help but feel hairy all over her body. It was like there was something hidden in those dark corners, peeking at her quietly.
Xiao Baojing, like a ghost, quickly put "The Analects" back on the bookshelf and hurriedly hid in her red lacquer box.
Night two.
Xiao Baojing took advantage of Shang Bingjiu to sleep on the bed, and quietly took out the Analects of Confucius.
She swallowed nervously and was about to turn to the page from last night, but was surprised to find that the entire book was annotated!
The annotations are very detailed and accurate to almost every word!
Xiao Baojing opened his mouth and turned over the pages in disbelief.
The hand-printed calligraphy is full of eloquence, and there are even personal opinions in the blank space of each page!
It's like an old scholar has finished reading this book and took what he wrote seriously.
"If this is a ghost, it must be an educated ghost. Educated ghosts generally don't eat people, right?"
Xiao Baojing thought and turned to the woman's page again.
Although this old scholar is very powerful, she still doesn't like his explanation of this sentence.
She sat behind the low desk, took a brush and wrote under his annotation: "Confucius would not look down on women."
She waited for a moment and saw a line of words pop up on the book: "You are a woman. Women's hair is long but short, so I won't argue with you."
Xiao Baojing grinded his teeth.
She continued to write: "Confucius said: In the past three generations of Ming kings, they must respect their wives. The wife is also the owner of the marriage. Dare to disrespect her? The son is the wife of the bride. Dare to disrespect her? A gentleman has no right. It’s disrespectful. It can be seen that Confucius never looked down on women, so he would not say that women are difficult to get along with!”
The other party was silent for a moment and replied slowly: "Rotten wood cannot be carved."
Xiao Baojing wrote hurriedly: "You can't carve! Our family can carve the graceful ones, but you can't! You have an elm head!"
The other party was probably irritated, and a few big words suddenly jumped out from the book: "It's an insult to politeness, it's an insult to politeness, it's an insult to politeness!"
This ghost can only curse on paper, but Xiao Baojing is not afraid of him.
She closed the book with a snap and moved to the candlestick: "I'll burn you to death."
Seeing that the flames were about to come over, the Analects of Confucius suddenly shook violently, and then a young Confucian scholar came out with a "bang".
The young man has a broad face, square mouth, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He wears black and white robes and belts. He does not wear a Confucian scarf on his head. Instead, he wears a small crown made of carp lanterns, with the ends of the two fish whiskers shining brightly.
He pointed at Xiao Baojing tremblingly: "You are such a cruel girl!"
Xiao Baojing was curious: "You look young, but why do you speak so politely? Do you live in this book? Who are you?"
The young man was obviously proud: "I am a new scholar in the first year of Zhengyuan, and Ji Zhengyan is also."
"You are still a new Jinshi. You can't even understand the Analects of Confucius."
Ji Zhengyan became anxious: "You are obviously talking nonsense, misinterpreting the article, and making excuses! If you don't believe what I say, please ask someone to judge whether you and I are right or wrong!"
Xiao Baojing thought for a while and said seriously: "Then let's write down our respective translations and ask the salesman to comment on whether they are right or wrong tomorrow."
Ji Zhengyan had no objection.
The two of them finished writing the translation on paper, and Xiao Baojing tried again: "By the way, you said you were a new scholar in the first year of Zhengyuan, but now it is the twentieth year of Zhengyuan, you..."
Xiao Baojing stopped talking.
Did he become a spirit because he died?
In what year did he die?
How did he die?
He looks...
So young.
The young man lowered his head, and the small crown of the carp lantern had dim light and shadow.
The air around him suddenly became colder.
The dark wind suddenly came in!
All the orange and yellow candles in the room were blown out.
In the dim and pale moonlight, Xiao Baojing saw that Ji Zhengyan's robe belt was blown up by the wind, countless cold water stains dripped and spread from his body, the sundries in the cargo basket were shaking desperately, all the hibiscus flowers in the yard lowered their heads, and in the corner The graceful girl huddled up holding the buds on her body.
Ji Zhengyan raised his pale face and suddenly stretched out his sharp black fingers, as if he wanted to break Xiao Baojing's neck!
Xiao Baojing:...!
Did she trigger the keyword? !
She didn’t say anything!
At the critical moment, the boy who was sleeping soundly in bed sneezed lightly.
Everything was silent.
The tip of Ji Zhengyan's fingernails stopped half an inch away from Xiao Baojing.
The next moment, as if something more dangerous and terrifying was coming, Ji Zhengyan quickly retracted into his book. The hibiscus flowers in the yard were crawling on the ground. The basket of goods ran to the corner of the wall at some point, and he hugged Yaoyao shivering.
The candle wick jumped. The candles in the room were rekindled, and the bronze mirror was filled with orange and yellow warmth.
Xiao Baojing blinked.
If the notes she and Ji Zhengyan hadn't written were still on the paper, she would have thought it was just a dream.
The young man in Taoist robes and hairpin stretched and sat up: "It's so cold."
The night wind blew the low desk and blew the two pieces of paper onto the bed.
Shang Bingjiu picked it up and looked at it.
——Only women and villains are difficult to raise.
There are two kinds of annotations written on the two pieces of paper.
One word is written beautifully, another word is written crookedly.
"What."
He sneered lowly and swallowed the piece of paper with the beautiful writing into his mouth.
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He lazily got out of bed and put on his shoes, picked up the "The Analects" that had fallen on the floor, and tucked in the piece of paper with the ugly writing.
"She has many words, and she is right."
The next day.
There was probably no travel expenses, so the seller was not in a hurry to go to Beijing, so he just picked up the load and went to the mountains.
Xiao Baojing stood in front of the bookshelf with her skirt in hand. After hesitating for a long time, she finally took out the Analects of Confucius.
She asked softly: "Ji Zhengyan, are you here?"
Books are silent.
Just when Xiao Baojing thought he would not come out again, "The Analects of Confucius" was opened in her palm, and the well-dressed young Confucian scholar appeared in the room again.
Ji Zhengyan bowed in shame and saluted: "I was rude last night, please forgive me."
The carp lamp above his head is bright and warm.
Xiao Baojing waved his hand magnanimously: "It's okay, it's okay! Last night I called you a fool, and I'm not good either. You are a new Jinshi, so you must be very good. Can you teach me to read?"
She wanted to learn all the Four Books and Five Classics before arriving in Yejing.
When the time comes, I will teach the salesman how to do it, and maybe he will also be able to pass the Jinshi exam and Guangzong Yaozu.
"You are seeking to learn with an open mind, why should I not give you all my money to teach you?"
Ji Zhengyan shook his head and directed Xiao Baojing to spread out pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the short desk.
When Xiao Baojing rolled up her sleeves to write, Ji Zhengyan glanced at the red silk thread mended on her wrist: "Are you not a human being?"
Xiao Baojing:......
Why does it feel like I'm scolding her?
This world rejects spirits and ghosts. Many extreme demon-subduing masters will even beat them to death when encountering them, regardless of whether they are good or evil.
Xiao Baojing guiltily pulled up her sleeve to cover the red silk thread: "I...I am a puppet."
After a pause, she added: "Although my body is a puppet, my soul is the same as a human being! And I am already looking for a way to become a human being. When I go to Ye Jing to find the guidance of the national master, You can become an adult immediately!”
"I have a plan to make you a human being."
Xiao Baojing opened his almond-shaped eyes: "What's the plan?"
"But if you do good deeds and accumulate a lot of negative virtues, over time, you will be able to cultivate into an adult with perfect merits and virtues."
Xiao Baojing was dubious.
Yaoyao's cultivation method is not suitable for her. I wonder if Ji Zhengyan's method is suitable?
While he was thinking about it, the ringing of bells came from outside the yard.
It's the salesman who has gone home.
Ji Zhengyan immediately hid in the book.
Xiao Baojing hurriedly packed up the low case and had just put pen, ink, paper and inkstones into the drawer when the salesman pushed open the door and entered.
He leaned on the low table with his hands folded: "I'm so hungry."
Xiao Baojing looked at him sympathetically, guessing that he didn't make any money today.
Good night, good night,
(End of chapter)