Useless is a scholar (3)

Xue Pan finally pried open the little maid's mouth, not with silver, let alone by any means.

Xue Pan just roared angrily in a helpless situation: "If you ignore Lao Tzu again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu slaughtered all the men in the world, and then I am the only one left, I see that you will ignore it!" Xue Pan was furious and spat flew, but he was silent for a moment, but he found that this was not right. If it is small, it is just an angry remark, but if it is said in a big way, this is the great sin of killing the king and killing the father. Xue Pan knew that he was speechless for a while, so he wanted to cover his mouth. When I turned my head to look, I saw that the little maid was full of tears, stunned in place, still holding the boiling kettle in her hand.

Xue Pan had never seen a person like this, and although he didn't wail loudly, that figure was heartbreaking.

The air seemed to be forbidden for a while, Xue Pan tilted his head to look at the little maid, and shouted softly: "Girl?"

The little maid came back to her senses, the hot copper kettle in her hand was unstable, and fell towards her feet, if the pair of beautiful feet were passed by the boiling water, I was afraid that this rather delicate little maid would end up with a disability.

Seeing this, Xue Pan didn't have time to think, and immediately pushed away the copper kettle with his hand, the copper kettle rolled to the ground, and there was a crisp sound, and the hot water was sprinkled on the ground, and a burst of heat struck.

The little maid looked at Xue Pan's arm, and the white lotus-like arm had been scalded with bean-sized bubbles.

"Have you seen enough!" the little maid was stunned and looked at Xue Pan for some reason.

"I've seen enough, why don't you help Lao Tzu bandage it!" Xue Pan shouted through gritted teeth.

The little maid hurriedly took out a brocade handkerchief from her arms, and without hesitation, pressed it directly on Xue Pan's blistered arm.

"Wow~~" A pig-killing roar spread throughout Huanxi Building.

Xue Pan looked at the clumsy little maid helping him bandage with a gloomy face, but in the end he couldn't stand it, so he tied it up indiscriminately, and immediately walked out without a glance.

It didn't take long for the little maid to see an old doctor hurrying into Xue Pan's room.

When the old doctor was gone, the little maid looked carefully into the room, but it happened to hit her strong chest.

Xue Pan pulled the little maid over and closed the door.

......

After Lu Ziang poured two or three sips of wine, his eyes were already a little confused. His nose and eyes were red, and there were sobs from time to time, but he just wouldn't speak.

Xu Changan didn't ask, and he didn't say.

Xu Changan just felt that this Chinese scholar must have a sad story, and the more sad the story, the more difficult it is to speak.

Wait until you have enough wine to say something.

Therefore, in the broken temple, one person drank with his head bored, and the other person was in a daze.

In the end, Xu Changan took the lead and couldn't hold back.

"You believe me like that?" Lu Ziang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, stared at Xu Changan and asked, "Then can I trust you?"

Xu Changan knew that what the two said was not the same thing.

What Xu Changan said about belief is why Lu Ziang didn't question why Xu Changan knew that the attacker was the Han family, and what Lu Ziang was referring to was to ask what he was going to talk about next.

"If you believe me, I will live up to you. When Xu Changan said this, he suddenly thought of the little gentleman in white in Tongzhou.

He snatched the wine jar and drank a few big sips, and Lu Ziang was stunned for a moment.

The crisp sound of the wine jar falling to the ground came, and Lu Ziang sighed deeply, and then slowly spoke: "Dare to ask the prince, have you ever heard of Yuedi?"

......

The little maid sat in the room and was uneasy, lowering her head and pulling the corners of her clothes with her hands, peeking at Xue Pan.

In fact, Xue Pan is like a white-faced child, and he looks quite handsome and pleasant, even when he is angry, he has a trace of cuteness.

Xue Pan's face darkened, and then he asked, "Can you tell me what happened?"

The little maid raised her eyebrows angrily, and only then did she want to refute, but she saw Xue Pan raise her tightly wrapped arm, and when the little maid saw it, her anger suddenly disappeared.

lowered his head, and then said slowly: "My name is Chunwang, the name chosen by Miss, she said that it is the name of a poem." As if thinking of his own young lady, Chunwang smiled on his face and fell into the memory.

......

Thousands of miles away.

Jia Runqing, who was originally a businessman in Yuedi, suffered a great change in his family, and overnight, his family was surrounded by walls.

Forced to be helpless, she could only wipe her face, hide several silver tickets close to her, and follow the refugees all the way north towards Chang'an.

On the way, she rescued a little girl and named her Chunwang.

Although the country has not been broken, the family has died......

In the mouths of everyone, they have the impression that Chang'an is a prosperous metropolis, as long as they arrive in Chang'an and the imperial city is opened, they will give them land and food, so that they can live and work in peace and contentment.

The gap between imagination and reality is often huge, not to mention the imperial city in Chang'an, and even the outer city they can't enter.

When the soldiers saw a large number of refugees flocking to Chang'an, they thought it was an enemy attack and immediately strengthened their precautions.

When the refugees saw the cold arrows on the castle tower aimed at them, their hearts were already cold, and they were disappointed in the Holy Emperor, who was like the sun in word of mouth.

Fortunately, in order not to make a big deal and alarm the Holy Emperor who was in retreat, the four major families took action, and they contacted their respective protégés in the court and China, and contacted many restaurants and brothels.

Chang'an City was eventually opened, but it was not a good day that greeted this group of people, but a nightmare.

The able-bodied street children were sold to restaurants at very low prices, with no pay but toil, while little girls were sold to brothels to serve others, and since most of the refugee children did not know how to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the result was that they were sold to widowers who had no wives at a low price.

Fortunately, Huanxilou belonged to the Han family before, and they found Jia Runqing.

When Jia Runqing combed her sideburns, dressed up a little, and stepped out, she won the Ping Kangfang with a song, and she quickly became the top brand of Huanxi Building!

Jia Runqing saw Chunwang by chance, so he asked her over and became a maid by his side.

During that time, countless people scattered their daughters, just for this beauty, Runqing smiled.

It's a pity that this beauty seems to have endless pain hidden in her heart, and no one has ever seen her smile.

Until that day...... A scholar who failed the list for the first time drank overlord wine in Huanxi Building.

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Hearing this, Xu Changan seemed to feel a little familiar.

"So she saved you, and in the end you lost her?"

This is the story of a vulgar woman and a scholar, Xu Changan has listened to books since he was a child, and he is naturally familiar with it.

Lu Ziang shook his head and nodded again, it was really incomprehensible.

Then his eyes were full of tears.

"After all, I can't stand her!"

"If I have a three-foot sword in my hand, I will kill all the rich and unkind people in the world!"

"If I have a three-foot sword in my hand, I will kill all the corrupt officials in the world!"

"If I have a three-foot sword in my hand, I will take the beautiful woman to travel far away, and I will never have to worry about the world from now on!"

Xu Changan glanced at him, took out a pot of wine from his arms again, and handed it over.

Lu Ziang only cared about drinking by himself, and slowly the wine scattered on his clothes, and he also fell into a deep sleep.