The elegant courtyard rarely comes, but now I am living in this down-and-out scholar who speaks wildly. The courtesan lady has to be sick in bed and hide in her door to thank the guests.

Lu Xiaochai was a priest, so naturally he could not live in the same room with Chen Xian, so he had to give up his boudoir, but he squeezed into the west wing with his maid Xiaoli.

Chen Xian spent two days in a life of immortality, with no worries about food and clothing, and a red sleeve added fragrance.

Lu Xiaochai is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is especially good at piano. Every day, she sits cross-legged behind the curtain in the main room and sings quietly, awakening Chen Xian in her sleep with the sound of the piano. Then, the maid Xiaoli, who is skillfully wielded, will bring exquisite meals to the two of them.

Xiaoli is also well-trained. The tea in the pot beside Chen Xian is always warm and tasty. Even whenever he just lifts up his pen, he sees that ink has been prepared in the inkstone.

Whenever he raised his pen to write, the little maid would stand aside and quietly grind the ink, while Lu Xiaochai played the piano with his hands not far away. Chen Xian sighed in his heart: If this continues, he will be completely corroded and degenerate by this kind of life as soon as he arrives in the Ming Dynasty.

On the morning of the third day, Chen Xian felt that his health was almost well, so he greeted Lu Xiaochai and his servant, put on the robe prepared by Lu Xiaochai for him, and walked out of the door under the muddy snow amid his earnest instructions...

After noon, the pavilion wearing a gray cloth short jacket rushed to the third floor of Huancai Pavilion in a hurry. He pushed open the door and said breathlessly: "Feng Niang, Chen Xian is back!"

"I'll be back so soon?" Feng Niang stood up and looked downstairs, but saw Chen Xian twisting a bunch of things hard, humming something, and was shaking towards the backyard.

"What did he twist?" Feng Niang asked in surprise.

Paotang breathed and said, "It seems to be paper. I heard from the shopkeeper of the paper shop that it was still expensive hard yellow paper."

"What did he buy hard yellow paper for?" Feng Niang frowned.

"How can I know?" Paotang scratched his head and suddenly remembered something, "But when he was buying paper in front of the county school, he even had a conflict with people."

"Tell me." The madam narrowed her slender phoenix eyes and glanced coldly at Chen Xian who seemed to be in a good mood below.

"Today, I followed him as you told me. I saw that he went to his home in Zhugan Lane first, as if he had taken some money, and then went to the county school to buy paper. When I was about to leave, a young master named Li Youqian called him."

"That's Li Youqian! The young master of Ren and Mr. Li's family." Feng Niang closed the window, sat back at the table and scolded: "This young master Li is rich and is a regular customer in our Huancai Building. She has admired Xiaochai for a long time, but you don't know! How do I teach you on weekdays! I don't have any eye-catching attitude!"

"I know I'm wrong!" Paotang was so scared by this scolding that his face turned pale. As soon as he admitted his mistake, he heard Feng Niang scolding, "Continue!"

"Mr. Li mocked Chen Xian, saying that he lost his fame but was still wandering around the county school gate. He also said that he was lucky enough to survive because of women."

"What about Chen Xian? How did he react?"

"Chen Xian... seemed to say nothing, and walked directly from Mr. Li."

"That's it?" Feng Niang was stunned.

"Then Mr. Li suddenly fell to the ground. He said that Chen Xian tripped him and shouted to report to the official. Later, a man who looked like a gentleman came out of the county school. Seeing that Mr. Li was not injured, he took Mr. Li back to the county school and the crowd dispersed."

"Ah?" Feng Niang didn't have to think about it. It must be Chen Xian who tripped Li You.

Feng Niang had already sent someone to investigate this poor scholar who captured the hearts of his masters. He was clearly a timid person before, so how could he dare to stumbling to Li You?

Is it because of losing fame and fortune? Or is it that your personality has changed drastically and changed your appearance?

The murderer who threw a man in the street was busy cutting the thick stack of hard yellow paper he bought into a rectangle of equal size.

This is a pure physical job. Although it is simple to operate, it takes a lot of effort to achieve the same size of each piece.

Fortunately, Xiaoli and Lu Xiaochai were skillful and came to help, which tripled Chen Xian's efficiency.

...

The twelfth lunar month is short, and the hour of You is about to pass, and the night falls quietly spread the earth like a gauze.

A few candlelights were lit in the house, and the fire was moving from time to time, and the three figures snuggled together under the candlelight also swayed.

Lu Xiaochai raised her head and saw that Chen Xian's eyes were red, as if she was very tired, so she spoke up and persuaded her: "Chen Lang, you are in a better health. You can't be too tired. You'd better take a break early!"

Chen Xian glanced at the remaining thin stack of hard yellow paper and said with a smile: "You and Xiaoli go to rest first, I will go to bed after finishing it!"

"Ah." Lu Xiaochai was about to refuse, but she felt a pain in her fingertips, and the fingertips were cut through, and bright red blood surged out in a blink of an eye.

Chen Xian turned his head and then grabbed her tender white lotus root without thinking, put her fingertips like new bamboo shoots into her mouth and sucked them.

"Ah!" Lu Xiaochai let out a lightning sound, feeling like a muffled thunder sounded in her mind, and she became dazed for a moment. Two red glows suddenly appeared on her cheeks, staring slightly at the almond eyes, staring blankly at Chen Xian who held his fingers in his mouth.

Seeing Lu Xiaochai's exaggerated reaction, Chen Xian remembered that this was not hundreds of years later. It was in the Ming Dynasty. His behavior was undoubtedly extremely frivolous for Lu Xiaochai.

He opened his mouth aloud, reluctantly let go of the white wrist in his hand, and watched Lu Xiaochai pull his hand back.

"Xiaochai, I am..." Chen Xian stuttered and wanted to explain, but saw Lu Xiaochai gouging his eyes with red cheeks, then glanced at Xiaoli, who was unaware of it, and stretched out his green fingers between his lips.

Chen Xian sighed softly, but still felt that the coolness of the new bamboo shoots remained between his lips and teeth, and he could still feel the smoothness of the cream just now...

The next day, as soon as the sky to the east was white, Chen Xian got up. He was dissatisfied with this ill-injured body. Now that the cold is getting better, he naturally has to start morning exercises every day.

After doing a few stretching movements in the courtyard, Chen Xian took a step and trotted out from the back door of Huancai Building.

The paotang, who was responsible for monitoring his movements, heard the noise outside, and looked at it when he looked at it. He hurriedly put on his clothes in a panic. As soon as he chased him out, there was no one there.

Chen Xian ran south along Liucuijing Lane, then went up Chunxi Bridge, crossed Chunxi Bridge and went south, passing through the most lively Taiping Lane and Qinghefang, stopping and resting all the way, and finally arrived at the foot of Ziyang Mountain.

At this moment, he no longer had the energy to climb the mountain. Seeing the snow on both sides of the narrow mountain road in front of him, Chen Xian shrugged and smiled bitterly, "Where is a different border in Jiangnan? I will raise a million troops on the West Lake and immediately follow the first peak of Wushan. Today, I am in poor health. I will prepare enough troops, food and salary for me to come, and I will meet you, the first peak of Wushan."

"Poetry is a good poem, but unfortunately the person who writes poems is not a good person." A clear voice came down from the mountain road ahead.
Chapter completed!