Chapter 86 Feeding the Horse and Chopping Firewood
"I'll kill you," Miss Du made a gesture of strangling someone, and rushed towards Meng Xinghe crazily. Her pretty face turned ferocious, and she was determined to tear Meng Xinghe's mouth apart.
No, she was serious. Although Meng Xinghe didn't have the ability to recognize people, he also knew that Miss Du was not joking with him this time. Before the girl pounced on him, Meng Xinghe had already waved his fist and blocked her. The front man said: "Don't force me to take action, otherwise, women will still fight."
"Give it back to me," Miss Du stopped a short distance in front of him and said angrily, "Who told you to touch my things?"
Meng Xinghe took a few steps back. If Miss Du really made a move, he wouldn't have the guts to fight back. Not only was the other party a weak woman, but her father was Du Ruhui. He wanted to beat his daughter, but he didn't let Du Ruhui. The whole city of Chang'an was being chased and beaten.
It was very unwise to start a fight with a woman of high status. Meng Xinghe returned the two books in his hand to the master, with a harmless smile on his face and said: "I picked it up accidentally, I haven't had a chance to read it."
Not taking Meng Xinghe's words seriously at all, the Master fiercely snatched it away, flipped through it a few times, and found the silk scarf with a man on it.
"hiss,"
In front of Meng Xinghe, without thinking, the master tore it into several strips, with an expression of anger and hatred on his face, adding an intoxicating color to her delicate and mature face, as if she was drunk The woman is white and rosy, quite charming.
I have never seen my wife being so serious. She simply doesn't allow others to infringe. At this moment, she doesn't have the tenderness of a little woman. Suddenly, her whole body has a vigorous and resolute air, and her eyes have become determined. It seems that she is no longer the intellectual person she looks like. Gentle, the first female doctor of the Tang Dynasty who was admired and infatuated by countless students.
This is probably her original character. Meng Xinghe swallowed his saliva, and in the master's eyes that could kill him, he said evasively: "Well, don't worry, it's a matter of reputation, I will definitely not tell anyone. ," Meng Xinghe said very frankly, and the expression on his face was also very frank, except that he did not raise his hand to swear, and then he curiously added: "The person in the painting is nice, tall and handsome, and he matches the wife very well. I don't know. That brother is actually able to be so loved by Master," Meng Xinghe sighed, shaking his head, as if he was very envious.
The master clenched his embroidered fist tightly, bit his thin and red lips, and met Meng Xinghe's eyes.
"Bang,,"
A "Book of Songs" flew out of Master's hand and hit Meng Xinghe directly. Fortunately, Meng Xinghe reacted quickly enough and reached out to block the "hidden weapon" issued by Master.
"Whoosh,,"
Another copy of "The Analects of Confucius" was thrown by the Master as a side weapon, but Meng Xinghe successfully deflected it.
However, just when Meng Xinghe secretly rejoiced that he had escaped two disasters, his wife, who was only a few feet away, rushed towards him uneasily. Meng Xinghe could not move his hands, and his thinly clothed arms were covered by a mouthful of snow-white teeth. The next one will suffer disaster.
Meng Xinghe, who was suffering from physical torture, did not scream out. However, this woman's mouth was really domineering, as if she wanted to pull a mouthful of flesh from her body.
"Have you bitten enough?" After a stalemate for several seconds, Meng Xinghe asked with a wry smile: "If you have bitten enough, just let go. Aunt Yun is right outside the door. You can only come in after you have bitten enough."
After taking another heavy bite on the original basis, Miss Du let go of Meng Xinghe's arm, pursed her lips, wrinkled her nose and said, "How long has it been since you changed your clothes?"
"Three days," Meng Xinghetian said shamelessly, and then quickly opened his sleeves. Fortunately, this girl is not very strong. She only has a red flame totem printed on her arm. She is not as good as the witch who practices martial arts in Mengdie. Every time The bites were all bruised and purple, and she said they were exclusive marks that only those she liked could have.
Bah, bah, bah, the master hurriedly vomited a few times, rolled his eyes and said, "No wonder it smells sour."
I have never seen someone bite someone with plausibility. Meng Xinghe stretched out his hand to push her body away. When he saw Aunt Yun's unpredictable eyes in front of the door, he immediately said with a straight face: "Have you had lunch? I looked at you and you didn't eat. , you are lucky today, you can try Aunt Yun’s special cooking skills,"
"Miss Du, let's come out to have a meal together. Don't listen to his nonsense," Meng Xinghe looked like he was inviting someone. It was more domineering than yelling at someone. Aunt Yun saved some of the situation for him and walked into the house. Miss Du brought it out.
There are four dishes and one soup on the table, a combination of meat and vegetables, delicious and delicious. Among the many students who study hard in the Imperial College, Meng Xinghe is treated better than others. Aunt Yun, a close book girl, not only helps take care of the room, but also makes breakfast All three meals, lunch and dinner, are carefully prepared. Anyone who marries her will be a blessing.
Unexpectedly, despite the presence of the master on the table, the lunch was quite quiet. However, when the master was chirping and praising Aunt Yun for the delicious food, Meng Xinghe waved his chopsticks and cooked it in a few strokes. To solve all the problems, in his heart, doing so is a kind of happy revenge.
After lunch, the master did not leave immediately. First he went to Aunt Yun's room. The two women discussed some interesting topics. They only heard happy laughter from time to time in the room, and then went to Meng Xinghe. In the room, she temporarily put aside her grudge with him and gave lectures to Meng Xinghe casually. But many times, she asked Meng Xinghe to explain it first, and then added a few key issues. Even if she finished the lecture, she didn't By two hours, the Master had finished explaining the Book of Songs, and she had no intention of teaching it again.
Faced with such a typical betrayal by the Master, Meng Xinghe endured it. However, when she next taught "The Analects", she was still worthy of her title of Master and explained it to Meng Xinghe very carefully.
"A gentleman has three precepts: when he is young, his blood energy is not yet stable, and the warning lies in appearance; when he is strong, his blood energy is strong, and he must guard against fighting; when he is old, and his blood energy has declined, he must guard against it, and he has three fears: fear of destiny. , Afraid of great people, afraid of the words of saints, a gentleman has nine thoughts: to look for wisdom, to listen for intelligence, to look for warmth, to look respectful, to speak loyally, to think respectfully, to think about doubts, to think about anger and difficulty, and to think about meaning when seeing things."
With her back to Meng Xinghe, the Master walked with her copy of "The Analects of Confucius" and said: "The three precepts, the three fears, and the nine thoughts were the questions in last year's scientific examination. The scope of the imperial examination in previous years was to examine a person's character and character. Knowledge, and today’s emperor is a person who loves the virtuous. Since the beginning of the exam in the Tang Dynasty, every college exam has chosen questions from the Analects for candidates to answer. Therefore, for this scientific exam, the Analects is the most important subject for you to review. ,"
"Really," Meng Xinghe asked with his mouth wide open. If all the questions in the scientific examination were from "The Analects", it would simply reduce the scope of the review.
"Not sure," the Master said without giving Meng Xinghe a good look: "The Four Books and Five Classics are also the focus of the scientific examination, but the scientific examination will be held in more than a month. You don't have time to review so many books, and it is impossible to make up for it. "
Meng Xinghe nodded and said, "Will Master come back tomorrow?" At this time, all the previous unpleasantness with Master was put aside. The scientific examination is a major event, so don't be careless.
After enduring it for a long time, the master held back one word: "Come,"
Meng Xinghe was secretly delighted and asked: "What about tonight?"
"Go away," without any further discussion, the master gave Meng Xinghe a blank look and asked her to come into a man's room at night. She was not so shameless.
Meng Xinghe's face suddenly darkened, and he was busy taking notes in his hands. Unknowingly, it gradually became dark outside.
Aunt Yun finished preparing dinner as usual, coughed at the door of Meng Xinghe's room, and the two people who were concentrating inside looked at each other at the same time, and then walked out to eat naturally.
The dinner table was calm as usual. After eating, Miss Du felt uncomfortable staying here. She smiled awkwardly at Aunt Yun and stood up to leave.
"Meng Xinghe, send Miss Du back." Aunt Yun, who rarely spoke, saw Meng Xinghe lying on a chair to gain weight. She glared at him and said, "Go back quickly."
Meng Xinghe stretched his body and saw that the sky was indeed a little hazy. Although this place was at the feet of the Emperor, Miss Du was considered one of the most beautiful women. If anything happened, she really couldn't get away with it, so she would act as a flower protector and follow her. Okay, by the way, I saw that the Du family was in Chang'an, so I could visit them someday, so Meng Xinghe followed Miss Du and followed.
The two of them walked less than a hundred steps and arrived in front of the Imperial College. There was Miss Du's wing inside. She rarely went home, so she lived here most of the time. Miss Du turned around and said calmly: "I'm here. ,"
Meng Xinghe looked up and saw the Museum of Science, which was not far away from the Museum of Literature and History. He smiled and said, "Then I'll go back." Grandma, you want me to send you so close. If you had known better, you wouldn't have come.
"Oh," the master replied lukewarmly, having already walked in.
Meng Xinghe wanted to leave, but he thought of what the old man who raised horses said to him in the school grounds of the Science Museum today. He was here anyway, so why not learn his favorite horse-drawing skills.
When we came to the school grounds, beside the stables dedicated to raising horses, a few dim lights cast diffuse light, illuminating a few feet around. Occasionally, the neighing of horses resounded through the empty school grounds. It's like the lonely howling wind and howling ghosts and wolves in the battlefield.
In a thatched shed next to the stable, a dark casserole was held up with three wooden sticks, and a fire was being made for cooking. An old man wearing linen clothes with a thick rope tied around his waist was sitting by the fire, as if deep in thought. , lifted up a torn linen curtain hanging outside the thatched shed, Meng Xinghe had already squeezed into the thatched shed that was less than a few feet wide, and got down cross-legged.
The situation inside the house was very bad. It could be described as a mess. There was not even a bed in sight. Only a few bundles of thatch were still on the ground, and there were a few linen coats on them. They must have been the old man's bed. As for other things, Meng Xinghe has not been discovered yet, so one can imagine how simple the old man's life is.
"You're here," the old man looked at Meng Xinghe and said calmly, then took the bowl and scooped food into the casserole, and asked kindly: "Would you like a bowl?"
"I've eaten," Meng Xinghe said with a smile. When he saw that there was only green vegetables and plain water in the old man's bowl and almost no trace of food, Meng Xinghe hated himself for wasting a few grains of food during his dinner just now.
The old man just buried his head in eating. In his eyes, let alone food, he was not willing to waste even a little bit of vegetable scraps. After finishing one bowl, he changed to a second bowl. When he started eating, he suddenly thought of something. Meng Xinghe, who was idle at the side, said: "Go out, fetch clean water from the well nearby, wash all the horses in the stable, then go to the haystack in the distance, bring a few bundles of grain and grass, and then put the firewood outside "Chop them all." Just like a general ordering his soldiers, the old man did not allow others to refuse at all.