"It's all the time, why hasn't the scholar come back yet? Could it be that he can't stay in the palace?"

"Impossible, there's already news of the stay, so let's wait. ”

On the side of the spacious stone road, two palace maids are close together, one holds a lantern, the other rubs his palms and breathes, the cold wind blows wantonly, the cold is outrageous, this damn weather, everyone is resting by the stove, but they are still on duty, just because of the words of the girl: The adults have not come back yet, you two go to the intersection to greet you, and it is not a joke to fall down in winter.

In this way, the two palace maids were arranged to stand at the intersection.

I heard that her family background is not good, her father lost her mother and was lonely, when she was nine years old, she relied on a relative to climb to Rongyu to study literature, the tuition fee is not to pay, take the monthly money to pay, the name said: work-study, now seventeen years old, out of the teacher, but began to take charge of the bachelor's house, the housekeeper listens to her, the little girl listens to her, even they have to listen to her, everyone respectfully calls her 'girl', which means half a miss.

However, the Qing boudoir girl is not the master of the real brand, all the qiē she enjoys is because of the master, because of her good fate, because of the shit luck, on the same level, this mentality is gradually distorted, everyone is respectful on the surface, but there are a lot of complaints in private, especially today let the palace maid suffer from the cold, she sat in the house to warm her hands, this contradiction was raised again: "Girl, girl, she is the girl of the family? If it weren't for her, how could we be frozen here?" would have gone back to rest a long time ago!"

"Isn't it? I warm my hands in the house, but I cause us to freeze here, and I don't look at what our identity is, I want to care about the adults themselves, what kind of ability is it to let others freeze?

The two of you and I said a word, scolding and scolding in their mouths, as if they hadn't noticed that Qing Boudoir had been standing here for a long time, and when they reacted, the two of them were startled, and they spoke softly, and their heads were as low as dodges: "Auntie...... Mother......"

Zheng Qingbou's face was calm: "Haven't you come back yet?" casually asked, the two palace maids nodded one after another, Zheng Qingbou smiled lightly: "In that case, leave it to me here, the beds of the two sisters have just been filled with items by me, and they shouldn't be able to sleep, or you can sleep in the firewood room tonight, where to warm your hands and feet, and you can temporarily make a fire when it's cold, which is most suitable for people who are afraid of cold." ”

The two looked at each other, very embarrassed: "The girl spares her life......"

"When you are on an errand, you have to be like an errand, who let you make up people randomly? I am a small person today, but it is not so easy for me to send adults tomorrow. ”

Qing Boudoir coldly reprimanded them for two sentences, thinking about it or letting them go back, public to public, private to private, tomorrow they have to get up early, and if they have affection, they can't delay their sleep, as soon as the two palace maids heard that they let them rest, they immediately stuffed the lantern for her and ran.

The night is getting deeper, the ground is slowly covered with a layer of silver-white frost crystals, and then the flowers and grass are infected, the boudoir stands by the flower platform and waits, the cold wind sweeps through, the cold is outrageous, she endures the pain of her feet, perseverance and motionless, others say that she has a good life, and she has taken shit luck, who sees her real dedication? From studying to the present, she has carried too much pain, in addition to the family aspect, there is also the master's aspect, and she can't complain about it for a day and a night.

Hey, the past is unbearable, so it's okay not to mention it, by the way, why hasn't Master come back yet?

Master has always been punctual, what the hell is wrong today? Something will happen in the palace again, thinking about it, my heart can't help but tighten.

Wait, wait, I don't know how long she waited, she suddenly heard someone talking not far away, and then she saw Fu Tai with a lantern and walking slowly with Rongyu.

"Master!" she smiled playfully.

Rong Yu glanced at her coldly and said sternly: "On such a cold day, why are you standing in the wind?

"In the house!"

Rong Yu propped up the corner of the cloak, covered her shoulders and said: "Making a cloak for you is also an ornament, I knew that you didn't care so much, I shouldn't have wasted so many rabbit skins in the first place." While reproaching, he took her into the house, the room was warm, I don't know who set up a charcoal basin, Rong Yu took off his cloak and sat on the Zi carving chair to warm his hands.

Qing Boudoir brought a bowl of lotus seed porridge from the dining room and handed it to Rong Yu, Rong Yu ate a few bites, looked at her and said: "Over the years, Master has been running back and forth, and it is difficult for the bachelor's mansion to take care of for you. ”

After so many years of teaching, the disciples have nothing to reciprocate, they can only do what they can, and in the end they are nothing. This is not polite, nothing is in vain, the apprentice is also, when he first apprenticed he said that he would teach with all his heart, but she had to pay labor, she agreed, originally thought that she would wait quietly until the day of the teacher, who knew that at the age of fifteen, the master suddenly encountered a family change, far away in Luoyang's parents, younger siblings, Domestic servant, the whole family of more than 80 people were all killed, he hurried back, and then came back with a great change in personality, in addition to teaching without intention, treating people is even more cold, she took a lot of effort to redeem him, for her, he is her relative.

Rong Yu finished eating the porridge and asked as usual, "How many books have you read from the books you handed you last time?"

"I ......" Qing Boudoir snorted, cold sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, oh no, why don't you open which pot and which pot? The stack of books was wet when supervising the dining room, and asked who did it, but no one dared to admit it, and she didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so she put the book on the stone bench in the yard to dry, who knew that she couldn't find it after only half a day of drying, and finally found a pile of waste paper in the dog hole, she picked up the small pieces of paper scattered on the soles of her feet, and distinguished, isn't this her book? Wangcai actually gnawed her book to pieces, damn it, why does this dog still eat books? When I thought about it, it dawned on me that the book had been branded with bone broth.

Rong Yu seemed to see the flaw, and frowned: "You didn't see it?"

Qing Boudoir didn't know where to start, and she didn't dare to say that the book was gnawed by Wangcai, so she said vaguely: "The disciple read it, but when he looked at it, he lost the book, and he wanted to tell the master, but he was afraid that the master would be annoying, so he kept it secret, and I swore I didn't mean it." As soon as the words came out, Rong Yu's expression gradually turned cold, and Qing Yu couldn't witness the disappointment of the master, so she added: "Although I haven't read the book, my sword has grown a lot! Master, can I show you the practice?"

"No need, let you go out tomorrow to borrow books, you can't borrow them, come back and kneel down!" "Ahh "Otherwise?" "Okay, the disciple will do it." ”

The next day, Qing Boudoir went to Wanshuge to make up books, made up five books, and one less copy of "Military Strategy", asked the curator, the curator was not very clear, asked other people, others did not know, Qing Boudoir thought, it's over, can't make up for it, with her understanding of the master, this will nail the board and kneel, what should I do? Looking for knee pads?

Qing boudoir wandering on the path, walked to the east gate, saw a lot of people sitting under the big banyan tree, it turned out to be a group of noble sons listening to the old man tell the story, the old man's mouth was like a river, and the voice and color of the words were painted, which provoked the people below to applaud and applaud, and the boudoir was interested in it and joined in.

The old man said a lot, he said how Sun Wukong was powerful, making trouble in the heavenly palace to steal pills, how Lao Tzu was wise and brave, splitting the mountain and descending the green ox, and how Liu Bei was brave and good at fighting, so as to dominate the world, maybe the story is bizarre and twisty, and it is completely different from what is described in the book.

The old man took tea and moistened his throat, as if he didn't hear her talking, and his apprentice's mouth seemed to be very fast: "Girl, you are in the wrong place, here you will review and teach, and you will not accept female disciples!"

"What's wrong with women? Can't women learn to comment on books?"

The little apprentice said: "Since ancient times, women have been virtuous in teaching their husbands and children, and being diligent and thrifty, but after learning to comment, they have not become a flamboyant mother-in-law?"

Qing Boudoir was really speechless, and was about to theorize, when someone next to him said, 'Think twice, she is the female disciple of Gu Daxue', the apprentice heard it, and immediately asked the old man for advice, and the old man did not object, so Qing Boudoir stayed. The old man continued to tell the story: "Since someone wants to listen to the stories of life, the old man will tell a piece of history, and the name is "Wang Qi Stealing Pearls". The words fell, and the people below applauded, and the old man patted the wood: "It is said that there is a Liuguo country in the west of Yushan, where it is surrounded by mountains and seas, and pearls and shrimp are abundant for generations, and XXXXX ...... a day."

While listening, Qing Boudoir touched the young man next to her: "Hey, who is that old man? Why have you never seen it?"

"He is a relative of the curator, Mr. Zhi, who was specially invited by the county lord two days ago. ”

"Oh. The old man's forehead was very wide, his eyes bulged when he spoke, and his mouth was like a river.

Qing Boudoir also sighed for a while, thinking to herself, this King Lu is too scummy, he actually treats Wang Qi like this, he should really be cut with a thousand knives.

The scene fell into a state of depression, but the old man was triumphant, and suddenly his pen turned: "After Wang Qi died, his soul ascended to the sky, and when he saw the Jade Emperor, the Jade Emperor felt deeply unfair, and secretly acted in secret, so there was the 'Battle of Nandu' a hundred years ago, and the Liguo carelessly destroyed the Liuguo." ”

Everyone applauded, the old man squinted at everyone, and asked seriously: "Do you know why Liuguo can't always beat Liguo?" The people below shook their heads, and Qing Boudoir was also curious, but the old man said: "That's because they love pearls like their lives, and they don't know how to make trade-offs. ”

The people below burst into laughter, saying that the old man was too damaged.

Qing Boudoir was indifferent, in fact, she had no concept of the Ryuk Kingdom, only knew that it had been destroyed a hundred years ago, and as for dragging jewels in the war, it was the first time she had heard of such a rare thing, so she couldn't help laughing.

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So outrageous, so weird, Qing Boudoir actually listened to the eight big jokes, look at the sun, it's amazing, it's already noon, at this time the master is about to start the court, Qing Boudoir got up and left, after returning home, the master is not there, Qing Boudoir is thinking about the story of the old man, a joy, pick up the pen on the rice paper and draw it, after a while, a pair of live "Wang Qi Stealing Pearls" came out, Qing Boudoir was satisfied with the painting, and put on some paint, was focusing, Rong Yu's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "What are you doing?"

"Draw!"

Rong Yu shook off the drawing paper, and saw a strange man wearing a hat and a big beard painted on the paper, the strange man was holding a big knife, his face was fierce, as if Guan Gong was alive, and he couldn't help frowning: "Who is this?"

"A military general. ”

Rongyu picked the tone: "Guan Gong?"

Qing Boudoir was speechless, and the whole person was not good: "How can Master say that he is Guan Gong? He is the great hero of the Lu Kingdom, Wang Qi." ”

After speaking, Rong Yu's face suddenly darkened: "Let you go to find the book, you actually go to listen to such a meaningless story, you are my Rongyu's disciple, what about the book?" Take it out and I'll check it." ”

"One book is missing. Qing Boudoir timidly handed over the scroll and let the master flip through the pages one by one, but Rong Yu said, "Isn't it all here?

"There's also a military strategy, Master, have you forgotten?"

"It's okay, it was when the master was also the military advisor of Suiyang before, and I felt it on the way, you just take a look at it, there's no need to write it all down!" Rong Yu's words were flat, just like discussing the weather, Qing Yu suddenly woke up, it turned out to be the master's ink treasure, no wonder the book cover is different, but unfortunately she is dull, and she can't read it after turning many pages. Rong Yu probably guessed that she couldn't stand it, and said: "There are some strategies you can not memorize, but you must not be ignorant, don't say anything else, you must always recognize the southeast and northwest of this outing, otherwise you say that you are my Rongyu's apprentice, and I also have no face, how can my Rongyu's apprentice be a layman?"

Qing Boudoir thought about it, but the end of that book was too miserable, Silai was simply insulting to the teacher, and couldn't help but bow his head: "I'm sorry, Master, the disciple will definitely study hard in the future and never embarrass the Master." ”

"Uh-huh. By the way, there is something I want to tell you!" Rong Yu was close at hand, his eyebrows and eyes were very good-looking, and he handed out a booklet from his green sleeves: "The triennial folk customs conference is about to start, Master has something to do tomorrow, you take this booklet to find Yu Xiaoyou Yu, and you can do it by the way!"

Qing Boudoir took the booklet nervously and did not dare to slack off.

Rong Yu was no longer surprised: "Remember, if you don't understand, ask more, don't make assertions, and supervise for the sake of the teacher!" ”

Qing Boudoir was timid: "Master, is this year's Folklore Conference still in Meiyuan?" Rong Yu said 'um', Qing Boudoir was a little flustered: "Why don't you change places?" Rong Yu asked rhetorically: "Why change places?"

"Two noble concubines died in that place, haunted ......"

Folklore Conference once every three years, the last two sessions seem to be frequent, the last session, that is, six years ago, the palace and the princess martyred, three years ago, the princess of Zhaoguo died of martyrdom, both princesses left a large number of pen books, the first princess wrote about the fall from grace, miscarriage and infinite loneliness, the second princess wrote about self-pity, loneliness and homesickness, the two princesses seem to be lonely and died, after the princess died, the doorkeeper said that the inside is often haunted, and strange things always have to be staged every three or five times.

Rong Yu's face was cold, and he said disdainfully: "People die like a lamp, and the oil of this lamp is dry, how can you order it? Where have you read all your books?

Qing Boudoir lowered her head, not daring to say any more.