The elegant courtyard was rarely visited on weekdays, but now that this down-and-out scholar with wild words was inhabited, Miss Oiran had to call herself sick in bed and closed her door.

Lu Xiaochai is a Qing man, so it is naturally impossible to share a room with Chen Xian, so he had to give up the boudoir, but he and the maid Xiaoli squeezed into the west wing room to sleep together.

Worry-free food and clothing, red sleeves add fragrance, this kind of fairy-like life, Chen Xian spent two days steadily.

Lu Xiaochai is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially good at the piano, she is in the main room behind the curtain of the knees cross-legged on the piano, chanting and singing, the sleeping Chen Xian with the sound of the piano to wake up, and then the neat maid Xiaoli will bring exquisite meals to the two.

Xiao Liang is also well-trained, the tea in the pot next to Chen Xian is always warm and palatable, and even whenever he just lifts the pen, he sees that the ink is already prepared in the inkstone.

Every time he raised his pen to write, the little maid stood aside and studied the ink quietly, while Lu Xiaochai stroked the piano not far away, Chen Xian sighed in his heart: If it goes on like this, he will be completely corrupted and degraded by this kind of life when he arrives in the Ming Dynasty.

On the morning of the third day, Chen Xian felt that his health was almost better, so he said hello to Lu Xiaochai's master and servant, put on the robe prepared for him by Lu Xiaochai, and walked out of the door under Yin Yin's instructions......

After noon, the running hall wearing a gray cloth jacket rushed to the third floor of the Huancai Pavilion in a hurry, he pushed open the door, and said breathlessly: "Feng Niang, Chen Xian is back!" ”

"Coming back so soon?" Feng Niang stood up and looked downstairs, but saw Chen Xian struggling to twist a bunch of things, humming something in his mouth, and staggering towards the backyard.

"What did he screw?" Feng Niang asked in surprise.

Runtang gasped and said, "It seems to be paper, I heard the shopkeeper of the paper shop say that it is still expensive hard yellow paper." ”

"What does he buy hard yellow paper for?" Feng Niang frowned.

"How do you know if it's small!" Rantang scratched his head, and suddenly remembered something: "But when he was buying paper in front of the county school, he still had a conflict with someone." ”

"Tell me." The bustard mother squinted her slender phoenix eyes and glanced coldly at Chen Xian, who seemed to be in a good mood below.

"Today, the little one followed him according to your instructions, and saw that he went to his home in Zhugan Lane first, as if he had taken some silver, and then went to the county school to buy paper, and when he was about to leave, a Li Gongzi named Li Youqian stopped him."

"That's Li Youqian! The son of Ren and Li Yuanwai's family. Feng Niang closed the window, sat back at the table and scolded: "This Li Gongzi has a lot of money, and he is a regular customer of our Huancai Building, and he has admired Xiaochai for a long time, but you don't know!" How do I teach you on weekdays! I don't have any eyesight! ”

"The little one knows it's wrong!" Ran Tang's face turned pale from being frightened by this scolding, and as soon as he admitted his mistake, he heard Feng Niang scold: "Keep talking!" ”

"Li Gongzi ridiculed Chen Xian, saying that he lost his fame but was still hanging out at the gate of the county school, and said that he was able to survive because of women."

"What about Chen Xian? How do you react? ”

Chen Xian ...... didn't seem to say anything, and walked directly in front of Li Gongzi. ”

"That's it?" Feng Niang was stunned.

Then Li Gongzi suddenly fell to the ground, he said that Chen Xian tripped him, and shouted to report to the official. Later, a gentleman-like person came out of the county school, and when he saw that Li Gongzi was not injured, he took Li Gongzi back to the county school, and the crowd dispersed. ”

"Huh?" Feng Niang didn't have to think about it, it must have been Chen Xian who tripped Li Youqian.

For this poor scholar who captured the hearts of his top brands, Feng Niang had already sent someone to investigate, before he was clearly a submissive person, where did he dare to stumble on Li Youqian.

Now is it because of the loss of fame that the jar is broken? Or has the personality changed dramatically and changed its appearance?

The assailant, who threw a dog on the street, was busy cutting the thick stack of hard yellow paper he bought into a rectangle of equal size.

It's a purely manual job, and it's easy to operate, but it takes a lot of effort to make each one the same size.

Fortunately, Xiaoli and Lu Xiaochai were ingenious and came over to help, which increased Chen Xian's efficiency by three times.

……

The wax moon is short, and when it is about to pass, the night will quietly cover the earth like a light veil.

There were a few candles lit in the room, and the light of the fire flickered from time to time, and the three figures snuggled together under the candlelight also swayed.

Lu Xiaochai raised his head and saw that Chen Xian's eyes were red, as if he was not tired, so he opened his mouth and persuaded lightly: "Chen Lang, your body is just better, you can't be too tired, let's rest early!" ”

Chen Xian glanced at the remaining thin stack of hard yellow paper, and said with a smile: "You and Xiaoli go to rest first, and I'll sleep when I'm done!" ”

"Yikes." Lu Xiaochai was about to refuse, but he only felt a pain in his fingertips, and his fingertips were cut, and bright red blood gushed out in a blink of an eye.

Chen Xian looked sideways, and immediately grabbed her soft lotus like a lotus root without thinking, put the fingertips like new bamboo shoots in his mouth and sucked it.

"Ahh Lu Xiaochai sighed softly, only to feel that there seemed to be a muffled thunder in his head, and he was in a trance for a while, there were suddenly two more red flowers on his cheeks, his apricot eyes stared slightly, and he looked at Chen Xian who held his fingers in his mouth in a daze.

When Chen Xian saw Lu Xiaochai's exaggerated reaction, he remembered that this was not hundreds of years later, this was the Ming Dynasty, and his behavior was undoubtedly frivolous for Lu Xiaochai.

He opened his mouth suddenly, reluctantly let go of the wrist in his hand, and watched Lu Xiaochai pull his hand back.

"Xiao Hai, I'm ......" Chen Xian stumbled and wanted to explain, but saw Lu Xiaochai blushing and glancing at himself, and then glanced at Xiao Li, who was unaware of the aside, and stretched out his white fingers between his lips.

Chen Xian exhaled softly, but he still felt that there seemed to be the coolness of the new bamboo shoots between his lips and teeth, and his palms could still taste the creamy smoothness of Shicai......

The next day, as soon as the eastern sky was white, Chen Xian got up, he had long been dissatisfied with this weak body, and now that the cold has improved, he naturally has to start his daily morning exercise.

After doing a few stretching movements in the courtyard, Chen Xian took a step and trotted out from the back door of the Huancai Building.

The running hall who was in charge of monitoring his movements, heard the noise outside, and the probe saw that it was him, hurriedly put on his clothes in a panic, and just chased out the door, but there was still a figure somewhere.

Chen Xian ran a short distance south along Liucuijing Lane, then got on the Chunxi Bridge, crossed the Chunxi Bridge all the way to the south, passed through the most lively Taiping Lane and Qinghefang, stopped all the way, and finally arrived at the foot of Ziyang Mountain.

At this moment, he no longer had the physical strength to climb the mountain, looking at the snow on both sides of the narrow mountain road in front of him, Chen Xian shrugged his shoulders and laughed at himself with a wry smile: "Thousands of miles of cars and books are the same, how can there be other frontiers in the south of the Yangtze River?" Raise millions of troops on the West Lake, the first peak of Wushan Mountain. Today, my health is not good, and I will prepare enough food and salary for soldiers and horses in the coming day, and I will meet you, the first peak of Wu Mountain. ”

"Poetry is good poetry, but it's a pity that the person who writes poetry is not a good person." A clear voice came from the mountain path ahead.