Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Night of the Birth of the Two Famous Posts

Pushing open the red mén and lifting the bead curtain, Ning Que walked into the dimly lit quiet room. He drank two large bowls of crowtail decanting soup, took a pleasant hot bath, and was heavily ravaged by the master master on the dead bamboo chuáng, and most of the alcohol that had been sprayed before had already faded, and the person became much more sober.

Looking at the fu man on the couch with a perfect body hidden in the cloth dress, looking at her wide and smooth forehead and crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, Ning Que felt that it would be better if he was more drunk at this time, because he vaguely guessed what he would face next, although he always thought that Fu Ren's harshness towards him was unreasonable, but he had to admit that the other party's strictness was obviously a little caring, so he couldn't refuse at all, only to bear it with tears.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, thinking that you entered the academy and began to cultivate yourself, and understood the importance of the four words of good knowledge and knowledge. ”

Jane looked at him calmly, and there was no distress between her simple and kind eyebrows, just a gentle and straightforward statement. But it was this kind of ordinary conversation that caused great pressure on Ning Que, he didn't know how to speak, and forcibly calmed down with the intention of smiling to relieve his embarrassment, but unexpectedly he burped, and the taste was very unpleasant.

Smelling the smell of sour wine in the room, Jane frowned slightly, glared at him in displeasure, and then laughed at himself lightly, thinking that his anger was unreasonable, he couldn't let the young man in front of him take the blame for that guy back then, right? She looked at Ning Que and asked as calmly as possible, "Tell me what you have learned in the academy these days." ”

Ning Que took the strong tea handed over by xiǎo grass, hurriedly poured two sips to calm his mind, and sincerely thanked him before clearing his throat without urgency, and seriously told everyone Jian about his life in the academy.

"It's still diligent, but since you have no foundation in the second subject of Shuli, you should work more on these two méns, instead of breaking the jar and simply ignoring it. You must know that in the future, after you leave the academy, whether you are an official in the court or a herdsman, you will always be inseparable from these case skills. ”

Listening to Ning Que's daily entry into the old book building, Jian everyone smiled, the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes wrinkled a little deeper, and continued to ask: "Since you enter the old book building every day, you must also know about the second floor?"

"Yes. Ning Que replied politely.

Jian thought for a moment, and then said with a serious expression: "When do you think you will be able to enter the second floor?"

Ning Que raised his sleeves to cover his mouth, forcibly suppressed his desire to burp or even vomit, shook his head and replied: "But everyone who can enter that kind of place is a genius of cultivation, and my body can't practice at all, so I don't dare to have any obsession with entering the second floor." ”

"Can you be a good kid, can you have some talent? It's rare to enter such a good place as the academy, so you should cherish the opportunity to study, and don't say anything crazy about not being obsessed......

Jane looked at him frowning and shaking his head, sighing indisputably. Back then, she watched that guy ride a máo donkey and watch the dictionary ride all the way to the second floor, but now she vaguely linked Ning Que and that guy in her heart, and inevitably had some thoughts of making up for regrets, so she couldn't help but continue to persuade: "The academy itself is the place where the miracle is created, but if you yourself think that a miracle can't happen, then no one can help you." ”

Ning Que didn't know that the predecessor who rode a xiǎo black donkey straight into Chang'an City, and finally made a great name in the world, but finally disappeared like duckweed under the wind and rain, naturally he didn't understand why the Jian family paid so much attention to himself as a poor xiǎozi. He knew that there must be some reasons behind this concern, but he didn't care what those reasons were, and he was still sincerely grateful in the face of the earnest teachings of a kind man.

Because he has always lacked this piece in his life, the back seat of the bicycle in that life may be another form of care, but he doesn't like it, and he had it before he was four years old in this life, but he was finally devoured by blood. Because she was really moved, she could even be said to be moved, so Ning Que was more cautious and serious when answering Jane's questions, and her speed was inevitably a little slower, but this fell in the eyes of Jane, but it was something that made her feel a little annoyed.

"I'm not related to you, this kid, if it weren't for the heat in my heart, I wouldn't be too lazy to say these things to you, so you don't have any resistance, let you cherish the opportunity to study in the academy, it won't hurt you. ”

Jian everyone looked at him and said: "I told you last time that a rich son like Chu Youxian can play, but you are a poor and sour boy but you are not qualified to play, and today is even more so, Sister Situ Xiǎo and Sister Jin Jia Xiǎo These Chang'an noble nv can play, but you are still not qualified to play." They are close to you, just looking at you for fun, and have some curiosity about you for a while, which is not necessarily malicious, but after all, it is not really respectful. ”

"If you want to be their true friend, then you must have some abilities and bearings that deserve their respect, and if you can walk into the second floor of the college, I believe that all people in the world are willing to be your friends. ”

Jian everyone picked up the golden thread orchid huālu on the table, took a sip and moistened his throat, then raised his head to look at him and continued to say calmly: "In the future, it's okay to relax in the building, don't be too frequent, and you can't drink too much wine. Thirty years ago, the great poet Mr. Kusamura had been sleeping in Huā Willow Lane for the first half of his life, but who dared to disrespect him? He even married the prime minister's NV in the end, but this was not because of how famous he was by lingering in the Qinglou, after all, it was because his poetry was unparalleled in the world, and his belly was high!"

"Datang is a talent, as long as you are talented and you are a talent, then whether you are upstairs or downstairs, inside or outside the building, whether you are a young man in a border city or a nobleman in Chang'an, the empire will not bury you. ”

After some teaching, Ning Que covered his forehead and went downstairs, and found that the meeting in the hall had also ended. After asking the housekeeper in the building, he learned that the gathering of his classmates was finally met by Sister Situ Daxiǎo, and after listening to the news, he couldn't help but feel very lucky thinking that his net worth of two thousand taels of silver could be kept for a while longer.

Just as he was about to say goodbye to Shui Zhu'er and the others, the maid nvxiǎo Cao, who had received the order of the Jane family, drove him to the carriage very unceremoniously, and then instructed the coachman to send the drunken young man back to Linsiben Seventeen Lane as quickly as possible.

Sitting on the speeding carriage, Ning Que was bumped up and down, but for some reason, his mind was clear at this time, and he kept thinking about the Yan question: "I don't hesitate to destroy my body and stick to the old study building and want to enter the second floor of the academy, because I like it, and because I want revenge to enhance my strength, do you have to add a reason from now on...... In order to be able to dominate the Qinglou?"

When someone was thinking about Luàn like hemp in the carriage, another guest was welcomed in the Xiǎo courtyard of Miss Shui Zhu'er. As one of the most popular girls in the red-sleeved moves, in addition to regular customers like Yushi Zhang Yiqi, she already has the right to choose guests or even refuse guests on a certain Cheng dù, but for this guest who entered Xiǎo Courtyard late at night, she just forcibly brushed away the look on her face, and then Qiang Zhenjing Shen personally went to pour tea for him.

"Go wash your face, a pretty girl like you can't be as dirty as I am. ”

The guest who was admitted to the hospital late at night was a tall and thin old man, wearing an extremely old robe, the surface of the robe was stained with oil stains on the east and west, and there seemed to be a few grains of rice left over from an unknown meal in the seams, which was really dirty. The face of the thin and tall Taoist man is not dirty, but there are a few sparse long beards under the chin, and the eyes of the inverted triangle are flickering, and the smell of obscenity is extremely dirty.

Shui Zhu'er smiled, and went to re-dress with Shinv.

She only knew that the identity of this guest was important, and he was a guest of honor who Jane's family personally treated, but she didn't know who the other party was and what kind of livelihood he was doing, as for the appearance and clothing, these external things have never been the focus of her or their concern, the important thing is that this Taoist master has always been extremely generous when he came out, and he called himself the god of Baoyuan, and he only did not come to the truth after coming two or three times, how could Qinglou NV not like this kind of guest.

The dirty thin Taoist poured himself a glass of wine at the table and drank it slowly, and when he was bored, he saw a piece of paper made of rou next to the wine jug, the most ordinary account book paper on the paper, faintly revealing the handwriting inside, based on the habit cultivated by decades of practice in this life, he picked up the paper ball purely instinctively, and then spread it out on the table.

There is a line of ink characters written on the wrinkled paper, the words are unclear between the words, the lotus root is broken, and the frame is crooked and scattered, which is unpleasant.

The paper reads: Master Sangsang, I won't come back to sleep if I'm drunk today, you remember to drink the leftover soup on the pot.

Looking at these words, the thin and tall Taoist man's eyebrows furrowed tightly, but what was surprising was that what flowed between his frowning and staring was not disgust, but full of surprise and joy.

The thin and tall Taoist carefully tasted these words that seemed to be painted blindly, and finally fell on the word ji soup at the end of the sentence, and the right hand of the thin old tree trunk reached into the wine glass and dipped it, and then closed his fingers on the table, and began to copy one stroke at a time.

The wine on the fingers dragged into words on the mahogany table, which was actually very different from the word ji soup written by Ning Que on the note, and faintly there seemed to be a Taoist air current, which penetrated the wine along the fingertips of the thin and tall Taoist, and dipped into the depths of the hard mahogany, and then dispersed in an instant, turning into countless subtle cyclones and disappearing without a trace.

The girl who was dressing up outside the room seemed to sense something, and was stunned when she looked at the starry sky reflected in the basin in front of her, and suddenly felt very homesick for some reason, missing the warm home that only existed in her fantasy and never appeared in her life, and missed the taste of the ji soup made by her mother that she had never tasted, and her eyes were wet in an instant.