Mr. Wei pushed open the door of the room and found the bed in the dark. After taking off his clothes and shoes and socks, Mr. Wei lay down on the bed and prepared to rest.

Usually, Mr. Wei only wears clothes and goes to bed to rest when he is drunk.

With the sound of snoring in the house, Mr. Wei fell asleep.

After a soft rub... The darkness in the room was pierced by a flash of fire.

I saw a figure sitting on a small stool next to the wine table with his back to the bed where Mr. Wei was sleeping, and a black oil lamp was placed in the middle of the wine table.

The flame on the oil lamp danced because it had just been lit, and the flickering candle flame shook the photocopies of the people in front of the table.

Mr. Wei seemed to be awakened by the sudden light, and tilted his body to look at the man, who was a scholar.

It turned out that when Han Qiufen sent Mr. Wei back just now, the scholar was standing in a hidden place on the top of the house and watching.

As soon as Han Qiufen left, he went into the house, and saw that Mr. Wei had rested after returning to the house, and it was unlikely that Han Qiufen would return, so he came out to light the fire and take the light.

Mr. Wei didn't expect the scholar to appear here, which made Mr. Wei's brows twitch.

After discovering that the visitor was a scholar, Mr. Wei raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyes twice. Sleepy-eyed said, "What are you doing here?"

The scholar turned around with a grin, raised a thick eyebrow and looked Mr. Xia Wei up and down, as if watching an interesting performance.

Mr. Wei was a little embarrassed by the scholar, so he lay down the body he had just propped up, and in order not to see the candlelight, he deliberately turned around, turned his back to the scholar, and continued to sleep.

Zi said: I didn't teach you to flatter the powerful. The night was long, and the scholar was not in a hurry, but just said to himself.

"I've only been reading for two days, and I haven't been able to comprehend the surface of the wisdom of the gods, and I'm a layman. Mr. Wei didn't turn around, covered the quilt, and said facing the wall.

"You are not a layman, but for ordinary people, the purpose of reading is to get rich and rich, in the final analysis, they will not really change, and the Confucian holy words cannot suppress their ugliness in the face of desire. ”

The scholar didn't wait for Mr. Wei to speak, and then continued: "Since the day I was studying, I have understood that the sons of saints do not last forever, and they still need to rely on themselves to practice. ”

"If they read the book, it means that they have the opportunity to become sages, then I will not be wronged and lead the way for the future sons, fortunately. Hey, hey, hey... But let's talk about you, you are so talented, don't you want to take a fame test?" Mr. Wei still didn't turn around, but his mouth didn't stop.

"Forget it, I'm already innocent, but I don't want to be tempered again, and ah, who said that I can't give myself an official position. The scholar kept his words, and he put on a dignified face. I waited for Mr. Wei to ask him.

Mr. Wei's body shook, but fortunately he quickly stabilized, but there was a kind of helplessness in his voice: "Then dare to ask the honorable driver, where is the official residence?"

"This official! is a secret imperial history!" the scholar slapped the table, stood up sharply, and whispered.

"Your voice is not small, Lord Yushi is much more powerful than the county master, you boldly say! Don't be afraid!" Mr. Wei listened, raised his body suddenly, flipped the direction again, turned his face to the scholar, and said with a smile.

"You think I don't want to...... Han Qiufen's martial arts were taught by you?" the scholar changed the topic.

Mr. Wei seemed to have known that the scholar would ask this, and said unhurriedly: "Most of his martial arts are taught by the knights of the rivers and lakes who have come to the Land Temple to rest over the years, and some people have taken him to the beginning, and they have left before they have something to do, some have come back, and some have never seen him again." ”

"His martial arts skills are good..."The scholar watched Mr. Wei's reaction as he spoke, and he couldn't help touching his wrist, looking like he wanted to say something.

Mr. Wei seemed to see the scholar's thoughts, so he spoke again: "He is an orphan, so when he was young, except for learning to read and learn Ming etiquette with me, most of the time was practiced, except for eating and sleeping, he never rested. Looking at the reactions of those Jianghu guests, it seems that his talent and roots are good, so after so many years, the number of times he has practiced has decreased a lot, and now I don't know how high his martial arts are, let alone what martial arts he knows. ”

The scholar looked a little disappointed, and muttered as he walked towards Mr. Wei's bed: "Okay, let's rest!"

Mr. Wei looked at the scholar who was walking towards him, and said with confusion and a little urgency: "You want to sleep here? This is my home." Hey!hey!hey... Don't go to my couch! No, where did you sleep the other day?"

The scholar pushed away Mr. Wei's hands that blocked him, sat down on the bed, began to take off his shoes and socks, and then took off his side and replied to Mr. Wei: I slept on the street on the first night, sat at your house for the second night, and went to the lake on the outskirts of the county during the day..."

"Found a boat?" Mr. Wei couldn't help but interject.

The scholar nodded and continued: "I slept in the Land Temple last night, but unfortunately Han Qiu Equinox only has one bed, and there are many idle people at night, which is uncomfortable. And tonight outside the cold wind hunting, there are also errand patrols, you won't drive me away, right?"

"I have a wooden box under my bed, and there is a set of bedding in it, which is for the autumnal equinox. You use it first, go to the table and sleep. Mr. Wei found that the scholar seemed to be determined to live with him, and he couldn't stop him, so he hurriedly changed his tone.

The scholar pursed his lips after hearing this, and as if he regretfully took out the futon and lay it on the wooden table, but his two eyebrows, which kept shaking, seemed to reveal his true feelings in his heart.

"By the way, remember to tell the autumn equinox tomorrow, during this time, everyone who comes to the Land Temple must pay attention to it, and it is indispensable to guard against people. Mr. Wei said to the scholar with his neck in his hand, as if he wanted to keep his voice down and make sure that the scholar could hear clearly.

The scholar placed the oil lamp on the table on the ground, turned his back to Mr. Wei and began to take care of the bed. The quilt on the scholar's hand feels dry and warm to the touch, and at a glance, you can see that the quilt is often washed and dried.

After listening to Mr. Wei's words again, the scholar looked at the quilt in his hand, tilted his head, smiled, and was about to turn around and make fun of Mr. Wei.

When the scholar turned around, he happened to see Mr. Wei's slightly embarrassed appearance at this time.

The scholar turned his head and swallowed the joking words back into his stomach, speeding up the way he was tidying up the bed.

"Okay, it just so happens that I'm going to get the bookcase tomorrow, and I'm in a hurry, and I don't have any belongings. The scholar laid out the futon, got into the futon, blew out the candle he had placed on the ground, and in a short time began to snore.

Mr. Wei did not speak again.

"This is to be permanent!" After thinking about the scholar's preface and afterwords, Mr. Wei found that he had fallen into the trap... But this afterthought could not be spoken.

"Secretly, the Imperial History? Thinking of this, Mr. Wei also went to Mengzhuang Zhou.