Hearing this, Mrs. Yuhua was curious: "What is the secret?" ”

Chiba smiled mysteriously, "A scandal, Madame is interested, I'll tell Madam slowly." ”

An Jinghou Xie Daohuan was not An Jinghou when he was still a scholar in cloth clothes at that time. At that time, my daily wishes were very small, I could take care of food and clothing, and I had spare money to buy some books and pen and ink. Of course, there is another thing that he hides in his heart and never tells anyone, but it is the happiest thing he can hope for every day.

"Whoever is a woman is accustomed to it. The five chickens sang and wore their clothes. It's time to rinse up, and feel free to make up. Pick up firewood and make a fire, go to the kitchen early to ......" The beautiful sound is high across the courtyard wall, and it will ring as promised at the turn of the day every day.

Every day, he got up early under the urging of this voice, pretending to sit in the courtyard and read, but in fact he wanted to be closer to this voice, and to be closer. It was windy and rainy, never stopped, and if he couldn't hear this voice one day, he would be inexplicably anxious, wondering whether the owner of the voice was still safe and sound, whether he was sick, or angry, or whether he had moved away.

This anxiety would continue until the second and third days, and during this time he would be unthinkable, distracted, and unable to study, until the voice suddenly sounded again.

This voice has been with me for about four or five years. When I first moved in, it sounded very young. He wasn't a man who liked to mingle with his neighbors, but he had inquired about the owner of the voice.

The girl next door should be a lady, but her father went, and her stepmother couldn't tolerate her, so she simply moved to her biological mother's old house and lived by herself. On the day she moved in, she attracted all the onlookers, after all, this is a small place where few nobles have set foot, so the luxurious carriage and the veiled little girl have naturally become the object of everyone's lust.

But no one dares to bully such a girl from a family. She should have had a brother, because she always saw men come to see her and listen to her whisper to see him off. It seemed that her stepmother had also come once, and the woman's critical voice could be heard across the yard.

This girl's family had a thief, so it also alarmed the government, and the battle that day was quite spectacular. But from then on, no one dared to provoke the girl in this family anymore, because everyone understood that the background of this family was hard, and ordinary people couldn't afford to mess with it.

After that, her brother came again, saying that he wanted to hire a nursing home for her, but she refused. How could she, an unmarried girl in a boudoir, be alone under the same roof with a strange man? Her brother also seemed to notice that something was wrong, and he did not bring it up again.

She rarely goes out every day, and she reads the books according to the rules of a woman, but she complains, which is very interesting. For example, the "Female Analects" she read today -

"The five chickens are singing, and they are dressed up...... Ah Mian," she asked sullenly, "why did you say I got up so early?" ”

The maid beside her should have laughed, but quickly replied with a smile: "Miss, this slave doesn't know either." ”

"Pick up firewood and make a fire, go to the ......kitchen early," she murmured again, "I don't have to collect firewood, I have my own mother-in-law for the fire, and I have my own cook for cooking...... So what is this female discourse asking me to do so early? ”

He couldn't hold back his puff and burst out laughing. This girl may be far from the world, and her thoughts are simple and naïve; Maybe it's because I've read too many books, and some female nerds are angry. But her soft and curling voice asked these sad words, but it made him feel unsettled and unsettled.

In the early morning, the courtyard is quiet. His laughter sounded abrupt to himself, and he could hear it really when he came to the courtyard next door. There was a sudden silence over there, and after another hour, the small footsteps were sparsely walked away.

He was a little frustrated, and a little lost. On weekdays, she should still read for half an hour. blamed him for being too Meng Lang, who seemed to be a little frightened of her.

Sure enough, for the rest of the day, she didn't study again.

She's angry? He thought so when he ate.

She's angry? That's what he thought when he was studying.

She's angry? That's what he thought when he slept.

He's going crazy! If she never spoke up again.

Without her, in the courtyard, there is a deathly silence. In the middle of the night, he sat in the courtyard and did not want to sleep, when the smell of medicine wafted over him, alarming his slightly closed eyes.

He suddenly realized that she had stopped studying for the past few days, and she was actually sick? What disease, so sudden? Why has it been a few days, and it still hasn't gotten better?

There were countless question marks in his mind, but no one answered him. Staring at the not-so-low wall, he had the urge for the first time to climb over the wall and break into someone else's house. But he didn't dare to ...... He couldn't turn it over either.

The smell of boiling medicine lasted for days, and he was anxious for days. One evening, he suddenly heard the sound of the porcelain bowl being broken, followed by the hurried footsteps of the maid who was waiting for her. Before that, she was still boiling medicine for her young lady, could she say...... Is she bad?

He couldn't take care of it anymore, so he rushed out of the house and arrived in front of her house. Ignoring him, he began to knock on the door, and in the quiet night, this urgent movement startled countless lights around him.

The maid seemed to have reached the door, but did not open it, and she asked lately, "Who is it?" ”

He thought about it, if he told the truth, I was afraid that tomorrow the neighbors of these long-tongued women would say some pickled words to bury her, after all, a young lady from such a background would not be in this kind of place.

He lowered his voice, "Mr. Doctor." ”

The maid didn't say anything for a long time, maybe she was thinking that she didn't invite Lang Zhong at all? Or maybe she was wondering who knew that her young lady was sick?

But the door eventually opened. He came at the right time. Miss's illness is not getting better, and it continues to deteriorate, taking medicine doesn't work, I want to ask the doctor to take a look for myself, but it's so late at night, who will come to see a doctor? What's more, the single residence of an unmarried woman is not convenient for even Lang Zhong to come to the door for consultation.

He identified himself and went inside. The maid was already so panicked that she didn't stop him, maybe she needed someone to help with her ideas.

She was burned red and delirious. He was a little angry, "She's like this, why don't you look at the doctor?" ”

"Miss didn't let it, she said that men and women can't kiss."

"Pedantic!" He picked her up, then carried her behind him and walked out.

The little maid hurriedly said, "Where are you going to take our young lady?" ”

"Go see Lang Zhong!" He said in a bad tone: "You either shout, cry, or follow." ”

The night was as thick as fog, and her limp body leaned against her back, and the soft soft lichen hung weakly in his sight. The soft chest rubbed against his back with each of his strides, causing him to wheez.

Lang Zhong knew his father, who was his father's old acquaintance before his death, so he made an exception to the consultation. Lang Zhong said that the young lady has a big life, and if she comes later, this lesion will enter the heart and lungs.

On the way back, he has become a big hero in the mouth of the little maid, his eyes are shining when he sees him, and he keeps calling "Gongzi Xie" all the way.

On the way back, he still carried her on his back, but he noticed that her body was a little stiff. He smiled secretly, it seemed that her body was much better, and she had the leisure to pay attention to the difference between men and women.

Sending her back to the room, he was a little reluctant, but there was no reason to stay. Her face was flushed, and he didn't know if she was shy or if the fever had not subsided.

"If there's anything, call me." He stared at her, his eyes heavy, "I'm right next door." ”

She lay on the bed silent, though he wanted to hear her say to keep him.

He sneered to himself, how could it be.

On the second day, he was still on the fifth watch. She still didn't study, but the little maid said in a suppressed voice across the courtyard: "Master Xie, my young lady is much better." ”

He smiled inwardly. If there is no mistake, she must have asked her to pass it on, otherwise a little girl would not have been so troublesome.

He responded, "Got it." ”

Should he thank her for having this illness? At least they are no longer strangers separated by a wall, and in his memory, she is no longer just a voice that he has heard for so many years, she is a living woman who is alive, hot, breathing, and blushing because of him. The woman he likes.

The fairy, who could never be seen in the pavilion in the sky, once fell to the earth, and was beaten crookedly by him and hugged into his arms. It wasn't his imagination, it was real, what had happened, although he had never dared to be so extravagant before.

Her body is soft and fragrant, her breath is warm, and her body is also warm, especially the softness on her chest, which makes him toss and turn and can't sleep.

On the second night after her recovery, he had a spring dream. Everything in the dream is related to her, vivid and real. The next day, he got up late for the first time. When I opened my eyes and turned over and sat up, my pants were wet and cold.

It's embarrassing. Early in the morning, he washed his pants in the yard, and she began to study again across the wall.

It's still "The Analects of the Woman", and this time she read the festival chapter.

"Ancient virtuous women, nine martyrs and three chastities. The name is in history, and it has been passed down to the present. Future generations should learn, don't say it's difficult. First chastity. Gods and ghosts. There are women in the room, don't go out of the court. There are guests at home, Mo Lu's voice. Don't talk in whispers, don't listen to lewd voices. Coming and going at dusk, holding candles and holding lamps, going in and out in the dark, not a woman's scripture. If one line is lost, a hundred lines will be lost......"

She slowly stopped and complained, "Ah Mian, it's so tiring to be a festival woman." ”

He stopped washing his pants, couldn't help the smile on the corner of his mouth, and shook his head slightly. Sure enough, this was only said through her, not only was it not annoying, but she also felt that she was real and cute.

couldn't help but have the heart to tease her, so he spoke: "When a woman marries, her husband is her own." Fate in the past life, marriage in this life. The husband is lighter than the sky, the righteous bandit is lighter, the husband is strong and the wife is soft, and the love is due to each other. Treat each other at home and treat each other with respect. The husband has words, and listens attentively......"

He also read one of the passages in the "Analects of Women", but it was about the way of a woman's husband.