Zheng Guangzong was completely stunned, this poem was originally from the Qing Dynasty, but he didn't expect the thief lady in front of him to answer casually, and it was not much different from the original text.

The next sentence of the original text is the origin of good dreams, which is the easiest to wake up.

"My sister is so talented, I admire it so much." Zheng Guangzong couldn't help but give up.

If he hadn't crossed over, he wouldn't have been able to answer the questions fluently and export the chapters.

"The slave family followed his mother to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child, who knew that the family fell into the middle of the road, and the slave family gave up those hobbies before, and some served the minister,

Who knows that there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, that is, a catastrophe is coming. Zhao Xiaoju was full of tears and her voice was choked.

"Sister, don't be sad, Brother Zhu is actually a good person, God will bless him." Zheng Guangzong couldn't find a better word to comfort Zhao Xiaoju.

"Zheng Gongzi, a woman is this life, the slave family married Xianggong, and she will be his woman for the rest of her life." Zhao Xiaoju was originally a knowledgeable, virtuous and kind woman.

"After arriving in the house, my sister tried to talk as little as possible, there are too many people who have offended, or there are mountain thieves here, you and I have to pay more attention."

When the carriage entered the city, Zheng Guangzong whispered to Zhao Xiaoju.

"The slave has written it down." Zhao Xiaoju tearfully agreed.

"When you arrive at the Zheng family, you don't call yourself a slave, otherwise it will be easy to expose your identity." All the details that need to be paid attention to, Zheng Guangzong also told them one by one.

Young Master Zheng came back, and the Zheng family came out.

Uncle Zhao was not at home, so he went to several shops of the Zheng family to stock the goods.

Zheng Wancai said that he didn't care about the Zheng family's business, but he was actually not very relieved.

Zhao Bo just walked with his front foot, but Zheng Wancai followed out with his back foot.

Zheng Wancai was not suspicious of Uncle Zhao, but was worried that the Zheng family's business was negligent in management and went downhill.

Because of this, Zheng Guangzong returned to the Zheng family, and the Zheng family did not have anyone in charge.

Zheng Guangzong was secretly glad that if his father was at home and saw the two of them like this, wouldn't he have to ask questions again, break the casserole and ask the end.

A housekeeper stepped forward and asked cautiously: "Young master, the master is out, if you have something, you will tell the villain." ”

"Go and tell the kitchen, cook some good dishes, and bring them to Young Master Ben's bedroom in a moment." Zheng Guangzong strode through the hall and walked towards the inner house.

"Young master, are you going to get the master back?" Outsiders suddenly came to the house, and the family was also six gods and no owner.

Everyone knows that Zheng Guangzong behaves perversely and eclecticly, who would have expected him to do something out of the ordinary?

"Do you think your ears aren't quiet enough?" Zheng Guangzong laughed: "This old man is nagging all day long, he is not at home, but he is much more comfortable." ”

The family hurriedly retreated and headed for the kitchen.

The one who came back with the young master seemed to be an ordinary country man, but the young master respected him a lot, which also made the Zheng family have a lot of speculations one by one.

Speculation is speculation, and no one dares to ask it blatantly.

Zheng Guangzong took Zhao Xiaoju to the inner house, his bedroom.

In the study outside the bedroom, Xiangling was holding a brush in her hand and fell asleep on the table.

Zheng Guangzong coughed, Xiangling suddenly woke up, and hurriedly stood up: "Young master, you, you're back, and the slave doesn't know why you fell asleep?" ”

"Xiangling, how are you doing?" Zheng Guangzong was not angry, but still smiled.

"Young master, the slave maid wrote several poems according to your instructions." Xiangling hurriedly handed it to Zheng Guangzong.

Or when there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness.

"Yes, there has been great progress, come and meet Zhao Gongzi." Zheng Guangzong smiled, but opened the door and brought Zhao Xiaoju in.

Xiangling looked over and couldn't help frowning.

This person's eyebrows are also delicate, but the clothes on his body are ordinary, and it is difficult to associate him with the word son.

However, Xiangling never brushed the young master's wishes, she walked in front of Zhao Xiaoju and gave a blessing: "The slave has seen Zhao Gongzi." ”

"Sister, don't be polite, I'll return the courtesy." Zhao Xiaoju hurriedly returned the salute.

In ancient times, all those who read books were called sisters to the maids of large families to show respect.

"Zhao Gongzi, don't be polite, the slave maid will go and make tea with you and the young master." Xiangling thought that she was a subordinate after all, and it was not good to stay for a long time.

Moreover, although Zhao Gongzi in front of him was dressed ordinarily, he talked well, maybe it was really a son in distress who was taken in by the young master.

"Xiangling, you stay here to talk to Zhao Gongzi, and let Young Master Ben go to make tea in person!" Zhao Gongzi's face was calm, and he was not suspected of lying.

"Master, aren't you right?" Xiangling frowned.

"What's wrong, isn't it right for you to talk to Zhao Gongzi about poetry and songs?" Zheng Guangzong couldn't help but say and walked out of the bedroom.

Zhao Xiaoju looked at the poems and songs written by Xiangling on the table, and couldn't help but praise softly: "My sister is really talented, and I admire it in my next life." ”

"Zhao Gongzi, where is the talent of the slave maid, these poems are all taught to the slave by the young master, and some slaves and maids don't understand." Xiangling told the truth.

"It's already commendable that my sister can write so well, if my sister is a man, even if she wins fame."

Zhao Xiaoju seems to have nothing to say, Xiangling is just a maid, how much talent can she have.

However, the little girl looks elf and eccentric, which is very attractive.

Zheng Guangzong brought in the brewed tea, and actually regarded Xiangling as the host, Zhao Xiaoju as the guest, and he himself was a subordinate.

Xiangling is very patient and chats with Zhao Xiaoju, she actually knows very little, and it is also very laborious to talk about poetry and songs with Zhao Xiaoju.

Zheng Guangzong actually took out the big wooden bucket in the bedroom when he was listening to the tea and chatting, and personally carried water into it until it was almost full.

Zheng Guangzong walked out and said to Zhao Xiaoju: "Brother Zhao, the water has been prepared, you go take a bath first, change your clothes, and then drink." ”

Xiangling thought that the relationship between Zhao Gongzi and the young master was indeed extraordinary, and she hurriedly stood up: "Young master, the slave and maid will avoid it for the time being, and the young master will call the slave and maid again if there is something." ”

"Xiangling, what are you doing out there?" Zhao Gongzi looked serious.

"Young master, if the slave doesn't go out, what are you doing here?" In the bedroom, two men and one woman naturally went out as a woman, and Xiangling thought so.

"You are waiting for Zhao Gongzi to take a bath inside, and you must not shirk." Zhao Gongzi's face sank. Snorted coldly.

Xiangling was so frightened that she knelt on the ground and cried softly: "Young master, where is there anything that the slave and maid have done badly, please say it clearly, the slave and maid will definitely change." ”

"You didn't do anything wrong." Zheng Guangzong turned out to be serious.