Chapter 11: You Know the Musket?
My face flushed with embarrassment, and I struggled to get up, my hair ornaments scattered on my head, and the sprigs of jasmine that I had freshly cut in the morning were crushed into broken petals. Fortunately, the bun was still tied tightly and not loose. I didn't care about the knee pain, I held Zhu Hai with both hands and stroked my hair on the right, and asked the ninth master anxiously: "How is it?" Is there any mess? ”
Fourteen was still laughing, the ninth master turned around and glared at him, hearing him smile, Fang glanced at the eunuch beside him. The eunuch understood, and muttered a few words to the ear of the leading guard, and the guard dispersed all the people around him, and simply guarded the staircase, not allowing anyone to approach. The ninth master said: "The hairpin on the forehead is crooked." ”
I thought I was helping and asked, "Okay?" ”
The Ninth Master deigned to take action in person, helped me insert the butterfly hosta again, looked up and down, left and right for a moment, and said with a smile: "That's fine." "He was wearing a civilian robe with wide cuffs, and when he brushed my brow, he gave off a faint smell of gunsmoke. Looking at his waist again, there was a long pipa sheath gun hanging from his waist.
I exclaimed, "Ninth Master can shoot?" ”
Now it was Fourteen's turn to be surprised, and asked, "You know the musket?" I still remember his grudge with a smile, I didn't bother to pay attention to him, I only talked to the ninth master, and said, "Can I take a look?" The ninth master generously untied the ribbon and handed it to me. The barrel is engraved with a gold pattern, the butt is made of tabby wood, and the trigger is made of silver. I haven't seen a real gun in modern times, and I don't want to wear it in ancient times. It's really novel, so he touched the pattern on the barrel of the gun and said with a smile: "Another day, the ninth master will shoot a gun, can you take me to play?" ”
Fourteen interjected ghostly: "Playing with guns is not a child's thing, but it can go wrong..."
I said politely, "How old are you?" ”
Fourteen didn't react, and said, "It's sixteen." I instantly gained momentum and raised my voice: "I'm seventeen years old this year, who is the child?!" "Fourteen is so big, except for the emperor, no one has ever yelled at him, his eyes are so angry that his eyes are on fire, and his whole body is trembling, but he doesn't know how to refute me, and he said for a long time: "Is this musket something you can play with if you want to?" It was the country of Anli (now England) that was transported thousands of miles to the Qing Dynasty, and the arsenal was only a few dozen, what qualifications do you have to play with guns as a slave? ”
Slaves?!
Quarrels are quarrels, and if you don't say this, you won't win, and you will be personally attacked.
I stiffened my neck and said, "I didn't let you take me to play, why are you in a hurry?" Fourteen put out his brother's shelf, glared angrily, and reprimanded: "Bold slave, kneel down for me..."
The ninth master became a peacemaker and said, "Forget it, you too, what do you have to worry about with a slave?" Besides, have you ever seen a woman play with a gun? I found it interesting. "When Fourteen told me to kneel, my brain suddenly went numb, and I suddenly remembered that my identity was not a woman in the 21st century, and the man in front of me was not a vulgar man who casually pulled a lot on the side of the road.
The guard came from outside, whispered a few words to the eunuch's ear, the eunuch nodded in response, and said to the ninth master: "Master, there is a girl named Ailian, who claims to be a slave maid in Wanyan's mansion, and wants to find her young lady and stay downstairs." ”
I listened and hurriedly said, "My location is on the opposite floor, it's time to go back." ”
The Ninth Master was puzzled and said with a smile: "Are you a young lady, or is Ailian a young lady?" I'm all confused. Fourteen snorted coldly and said, "Brother Jiu, you look at women's eyes are really bad enough, Lord Wanyan is from the royal family, how can he raise such a rough daughter?" Naturally, we are playing with different identities, and we haven't played before. "When I was a child, I went out of the palace with the prince and the third brother, and I often pretended to be a guard or haha bead, and then let others pretend to be myself.
I glanced at him, ignored him, turned around and walked away.
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