When Zhu Ping'an learned that Li Shu stripped the red note that wanted to climb the bed and punished him for kneeling at the second door, he was still a little surprised by Li Shu's approach, although this practice was unexpected and reasonable.

This is the Ming Dynasty of feudal society, not the modern era of freedom, democracy and equality, in feudal society, you have to follow the laws of survival of feudal society. The maid is the lowest level of the most feudal society, and it is understandable to change the fate, climbing the bed is also one of the means, and it is a high-return investment, but high return means high risk. The stock market is risky, investment needs to be cautious, you choose to climb the bed at the same time, you have to accept the risk of climbing the bed.

I understand the reasoning, but why strip naked?!

In this kind of feudal society, is it too much to strip girls naked and punish them before kneeling in everyone. It's better to take a beating, a heavy penalty or something. Take a step back, at least leave three fig leafs, and maybe invent bra in advance.

But thinking about Li Shu's past behavior, it is not strange that she did such a thing as stripping naked and punishing kneeling.

"By the way, how much of a fig leaf is left, right?" Zhu Ping'an looked at Li Shu and said.

"It's the kind of person who is not ashamed, she has to be stripped naked to make her ashamed!" Li Shu glared at Zhu Ping'an vigorously as she spoke, and looked up and down, "What's the matter, pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?" ”

"Pity the wool" Zhu Ping'an pursed his lips, then suddenly looked at Li Shu for two seconds, learned Li Shu's movements, looked Li Shu up and down, and hooked the corners of his lips, "What's the matter, are you jealous?" ”

"Jealous?"

Li Shu seemed to be a little caught off guard when she heard this, her cheeks turned crimson, and the scroll in her slender hand trembled. But in the next second, Cherry's mouth pursed. Then he rolled his eyes heavily, and let out a lark sneer. "It's funny to giggle, who's going to eat your stinky toad's vinegar."

"Then it's over, how can I pity someone I haven't seen before!" Zhu Ping'an shrugged his shoulders and said lightly.

"Who knows what's going on in your heart." Li Shu said angrily.

Forget it, it's all in the past, and it's useless to say more.

Now that it's past noon, the girl on the red note has also been handed over to the eldest lady to dispose of, and it is useless to mention any three-point or four-point formula to Li Shu, thinking about it after the red note is handed over to the eldest lady for disposal. Although punishment is inevitable, there should be no more stripped punishment or something.

So, Zhu Ping'an didn't continue on this topic, and it was time to get up after sleeping in bed for a long time.

"I'm going to get up." Zhu Ping'an arched his hand slightly on the bed.

"Who rarely looks at you!" Li Shujiao snorted, and led the little girl with the bun out of the room.

After Zhu Ping'an watched Li Shu and the little girl with the bun go out of the room, he lifted the quilt and changed his clothes, and got out of bed to wash up. After washing, the feeling of hangover is swept away. The whole person instantly felt like he was resurrected with full blood, a long-lost spirit.

Now that the time is past noon, Zhu Ping'an feels a little hungry in his stomach after washing, and is about to go out to find something to eat. I saw that Li Shu and the little girl with the bun came to the door again, and the little girl with the bun also carried a food box in her hand.

"Uncle has eaten~~" The little girl with the bun put the food box on the table like a treasure.

"Thank you."

Zhu Ping'an thanked Li Shu and the little girl with the bun, and then opened the food box without politeness. After enjoying it, the meal was generally light. There is also a bowl of rice porridge, although it is light. But the taste is still very good.

"How's it taste?" Li Shu saw that Zhu Ping'an was eating fragrantly, couldn't help blinking her eyes, and asked with interest.

"The porridge and side dishes can be so delicious, and the level of cooking in your family has improved again."

Zhu Ping'an swept all the plates of vegetables into his abdomen, even the last green vegetables, then wiped his mouth slightly, stretched out a thumbs up, and praised today's lunch.

"You have a vision." Li Shu seemed to be in a much better mood, "My chef is unique, and others don't have this blessing." ”

After lunch, Li Shu led the little girl with the bun back to the backyard, saying that she wanted to see how her aunt disposed of the red note.

Zhu Ping'an, who was full of food and drink, sat at his desk and began to practice calligraphy after Li Shu and the little girl with the bun left. After a while, it will be the palace examination, the palace examination is different from the township examination and the general examination, after the township examination and the examination, someone will re-copy your test paper and send it for review, anyway, it will be re-copied, and the quality of your font will be meaningless. But the palace exam is different, after you answer the paper in the palace exam, you don't have to copy this program, and you directly review your original paper, so in the palace exam, your font is particularly important.

Practicing words is important in insisting, although their own words have long been from the hall into the room to the realm of the gods, but practicing words is still essential, practicing words is like sailing against the current, not advancing or retreating. There is no end to learning, and the same is true for practicing calligraphy. Zhu Ping'an insists on practicing calligraphy every day, and over time, he can always improve. When practicing calligraphy this time, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but recall the plaque of Yan Song's handwriting that he saw last time in the Crane Year Hall Pharmacy.

A traitor who is famous in history, the font is full of righteousness, which is a little incredible. Now that I think about it, people often say that words are like people, and they can only reflect the psychological state of the writer.

Legend has it that before Yan Song died, he wrote down 14 words with difficulty: "Serving the country in his life but being loyal to the red, and obeying people in his death", he threw his pen and passed away. About in Yan Song's heart, from beginning to end, he still thinks that he is a loyal minister and gentleman who is heroic and upright. Yan Song's self-righteous mentality makes his words also carry Haoran righteousness.

Thinking of this, Zhu Ping'an suddenly understood, and the three words "Crane Year Hall" appeared on the rice paper one by one, which was seven points similar to the plaque of the Crane Year Hall.

And so it was.

Zhu Ping'an looked at the font he imitated and smiled, and then continued to practice calligraphy, and wrote five times in a row the three words of the Crane Year Hall, and in the end, these three words were already nine points similar to the Crane Year Hall plaque.

The shape is like, and so is the god.

It was a surprise that I accidentally comprehended the skill of imitation.

Zhu Ping'an burned the rice paper that he practiced writing Yan Song's calligraphy this time, and then started practicing calligraphy again, this time he did not imitate Yan Song's calligraphy, but tried to integrate Yan Song's calligraphy into his own calligraphy, so that his calligraphy has flesh and blood, and after having the aura of riding the wind and waves, he carries a heroic righteousness.

splashed ink and couldn't stop, until a small servant came over and said back and forth that Zhang Siwei Zhang Gongzi and Wang Shizhen Wang Gongzi, who had found Zhu Ping'an last time, were waiting outside the door at the moment, and Zhu Ping'an stopped his pen and ink.

Thank you for coming over, after Zhu Ping'an cleaned his hands, he went out of the door, thought about it, and turned around and took the fat duck money bag in his arms and walked all the way out of the door. (To be continued......)