I can't help but turn into a stubborn national treasure and come to serve you with a washbasin. When I was young, everything was too ignorant.
Young Master Liu was carrying a basin of water and a white towel on his shoulders. He licked his face like a dog and kneeled down to Qi Yun who had just gotten up. "Master Qi Liang, you are always up. Can I cross this line?"
Can I send you the toiletries?"
Liu Mingzhi looked like a giant panda with two dark circles under his eyes, plus a purple scar at the corner of his mouth, showing an indescribable joy.
Looking at Qi Yun who was dawdling, Liu Mingzhi's hands were already a little numb after holding the basin for a long time. Liu Mingzhi secretly felt cruel in his heart: "You black boy from Africa, I don't care whether you came from Alexander's expedition or Magellan.
Columbus sailed here and dared to hit me. When I leave the academy, I will immediately bring someone to let you know why the flowers are so red. I will beat you so that three souls will leave the body and seven souls will ascend to heaven."
After squeezing his sore panda eyes a few times, Liu Mingzhi looked complainingly at Liu Song, who was standing aside beyond recognition, with a signal in his eyes.
You're an ineffective thing that can't even defeat a black boy. What's the use of raising you?
Liu Song touched the bruise at the corner of his mouth, looked at his young master with an aggrieved look, and said with a bitter look, "It's not that we don't work hard, it's that the enemy is too cunning, that's not right, but that the enemy is too powerful."
Touching the wound with a wink, Liu Song took another deep breath and said to himself: "Damn, this black guy is so damn cruel, he only hits people in the face. It's a pity that the young master has such a handsome appearance.
But everyone depends on this for a living."
Qi Yun put on her shoes and moved her hands and feet up and down. It felt good. This was a habit she had developed over the years. Then she looked at Liu Mingzhi, who was respectful and resigned, with a smile but not a smile: "Brother Liu, let your name be known to Jinling City."
The young master from the rich family came to bring me tea and water. I won’t feel wronged by the busy people who are waiting before and after."
Liu Mingzhi jumped up and said: "No, of course not. Brother Qi Liang is wise, martial, and extraordinary. At first glance, he looks like a dragon or phoenix among men. Although Brother Qi's reputation is not outstanding now, I believe that one day Qi Liang will
The name of the Brotherhood spreads all over the world and is respected by thousands of people. When word gets out that I, Liu Mingzhi, have served you, Brother Qi, it is my honor, Liu Mingzhi. I am touched by Brother Qi's glorious image. I, Liu Mingzhi, feel like a spring breeze. How can I feel wronged?
reason."
"The surnamed Qi, even if you beat me, you still dare to humiliate me like this. Just wait, I am now being teased by shrimps in the shallows of Longyou, and bullied by dogs when a tiger falls in Pingyang. When I can regain my strength,
This is when blood debts are paid with blood.”
Qi Yun looked narrowly at Liu Mingzhi, who dared to be angry but dared not speak: "Brother Liu, you are not planning to endure the humiliation of your younger brother because you are not as good as others now, and you can avenge this arrow in the future, right?
"
The wooden basin in Liu Mingzhi's hand shook and the water rippled, and he thought to himself: "Young master, I hid it so deeply. How could he see it? Could it be that I missed something?"
"Don't dare, don't dare. Haha, didn't the saint say that a gentleman's revenge will last ten years, no, no, no?"
Liu Mingzhi can't stop, he just can't come up with a reason.
"Ten years is nothing? Brother Liu actually said that!"
"No, not in ten years, not in a hundred years, not in my whole life. Liu Song, the young master is very generous, what should I say?"
"There is no limit to a husband."
"Yes, Wudu is not a husband. I, Liu Mingzhi, guarantee that I am absolutely convinced by my personality and will never dare to mention revenge."
Qi Yun put her hand into the basin, picked up two handfuls of water to wash herself, and took a sip of mouthwash: "Brother Liu, you have agreed to serve me for a month, but you and I are strangers, and you are serving me like this.
I can't bear it, you and I live in the same room, and I feel uneasy. Let's do this. I'm not an unreasonable person. I promise you something. I can pretend that what happened yesterday never happened, and treat Brother Liu sincerely.
"
Liu Mingzhi shuddered when he looked at Qi Yun's passionate eyes, and a chilling picture appeared in front of his eyes.
"Brother Qi, as the saying goes, a man would rather be bent than bent. He who is straight one day will remain straight all his life. I, Liu Mingzhi, have a small life, and death is not a pity. But if you want me, Liu Mingzhi, to submit to you just to survive.
Long Yang is so good, you are just wishful thinking."
Liu Mingzhi reprimanded Qi Yun righteously. Qi Yun's face turned darker, her fists clenched and crackled, and she stared at Liu Mingzhi fiercely.
"What are you going to do? I'm warning you not to mess around. God has given you the Poseidon Needle, but you use it as a stirrup. You are not afraid of thunder."
"Ah, flax falls, please spare my life."
Liu Mingzhi covered his bleeding nose: "Brother Qi, didn't you just ask me to write a poem? It's just a trivial matter. What's the big deal? Do you care?"
Qi Yun pointed to a landscape painting on the wall next to her desk with a dark face: "Compose a poem with this painting. If you talk nonsense again, I will make you unable to get out of bed for ten and a half days."
Liu Mingzhi trembled, curled up and looked at the landscape painting: "Is this painting a poem?"
Qi Yun nodded calmly and said nothing.
Liu Mingzhi turned to look at Liu Song, who was cowering at the side. Liu Song quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at his young master.
Liu Mingzhi began to scratch his ears and cheeks, his heart felt like it was jumping up and down, and he muttered: "Painting, landscape painting and poetry."
"What will happen if I don't do well?" Liu Mingzhi looked at the black boy in front of him carefully.
Qi Yun said calmly: "There is no absolute best in poetry writing. If you compose a poem in a hurry, even if it is of low quality, it is understandable and no problem."
"It's the best, it's the best. Liu Mingzhi felt relieved when Hei Xiaozi said this."
Liu Mingzhi, who was staring at the landscape painting, began to wander. After finishing the six steps, Liu Mingzhi suddenly had an idea: "Yes."
Qi Yun's eyes flashed and she stared at Liu Mingzhi with an unreadable expression.
Liu Mingzhi picked up the tea on the table and took a sip to moisten his throat: "This painting is really beautiful, it has both mountains and water. This painting is really good, it also has birds and insects."
Liu Mingzhi breathed a complete sigh of relief and looked at Qi Yun with a look of asking for credit: "Brother Qi, this is a crude work made in a hurry. Please give me some advice."
After listening to Liu Mingzhi's poems, Qi Yun felt her blood surge and her whole body felt as uncomfortable as a hundred claws scratching her heart.
"This painting is really beautiful. It contains both mountains and water. What's the difference between a goose in the sky and a river on the ground?"
Qi Yun subconsciously glanced at the two pieces of rice paper and one piece of straw paper on Liu Mingzhi's desk and said in her heart: "Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can miss the feeling of hometown. Only the mirror in front of the door
Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. Is this really a poem written by one person? Is this dude plagiarizing the works of his predecessors and buying poems from other talented people, or is this person hiding his clumsiness? "
Qi Yunxiu gently grabbed the wooden basin on the washstand with her hand. The wooden basin broke apart and water stains spread all over the floor: "Is this the poem you wrote?"
Liu Mingzhi took a few steps back hastily: "Brother Qi, you said that poetry can be divided into high-grade, medium-grade, and low-grade. It's understandable that I couldn't write a good poem in a hurry."
Qi Yun grabbed the sawdust and looked at the flustered Liu Mingzhi gloomily: "Poems are divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower, but what you wrote is also called poetry."
"The linen fell, Brother Qi, please have mercy. I racked my brains and could only come up with such a poem."
"Wait a minute, I have something to say." Liu Song interrupted Qi Yun's prelude to take action.
"What are you talking about? Say it quickly."
Liu Song came to Qi Yun's side and whispered in a low voice: "Master Qi, you don't know something. My young master cannot produce good works unless he is drunk."
Qi Yun looked at Liu Song in surprise: "Seriously?"
Liu Song nodded calmly.
"Little bastard, what are you plotting with Brother Qi? I am your young master. You cannot accept a thief as your father and collude with outsiders."
Qi Yun looked at the frightened Liu Mingzhi calmly: "Come down the mountain and have a drink, I'll treat you."