Chapter Fourteen Begging for Nursing and Warming the Bed
Under Ximen Qing's instructions, the book boy carefully rolled up the three pieces of rice paper and put them in a big box in the study room with complicated emotions, pushing them together with the calligraphy of those Dasu scholars, Liuyi laymen, and Wang Jinggong. Seeing that his master was so excited
It seemed like he really took himself seriously.
"I might as well write it myself these days." Shutong'er thought secretly.
Of course, he couldn't say this out loud, so Shu Tong'er decided to keep this secret in his stomach and prepare to share it with Hua Tong'er later: "Master, it's time for dinner."
"Oh, is it already this time?" Ximen Qing suddenly looked at the almost invisible sun outside, and then realized that he had been "studying" in the study for most of the afternoon.
What a pity, Ximen Qing originally planned to go to Baihua Tower.
My chrysanthemum girl, you must wait for me!
The scholar suddenly clenched his fists, turned his head 45 degrees, and was startled by his master who sighed to the sky: "Master, what are you doing?"
Only then did Ximen Qing come to his senses and pretended to cough: "It's okay! I'm just stretching."
"The master is so handsome even though he supports me, I'm so envious of him!" The book boy flattered him enough. Although he is young, his skills are very deep.
Damn it, I don’t want to be gay! Besides, you’re only twelve or thirteen years old, tsk tsk tsk!
Soulless, what are you thinking about?
Ximen Qing's eyes swept over Shutong'er's little face, which made Shutong'er "heart-broken" and couldn't help but think: "Is Master going to hire me now?"
Fortunately, Ximen Qing did not continue, but asked thoughtfully: "Has your aunt eaten?"
Ximen Qing looked at Shutong'er and he didn't know how to let go of his hands and feet. He hesitated and replied: "Auntie... is eating in her room."
"Yeah." Ximen Qing nodded: "I understand."
Wu Yueniang really had something in her heart, and she didn't even dare to sit at the same table with her when eating.
A large table had been put down in the hall a long time ago, and it was piled with more than a dozen plates. Ximen Qing took a rough look and could basically see the raw materials, and then he sat down with peace of mind.
Well, there are two maids serving the dishes, and there is one who is responsible for picking up the dishes for himself, and there are three or five people standing next to him who are ready to come and help at any time. This posture is not much worse than that of an emperor dining.
Just, why are you eating alone?
Ximen Qing stuffed a piece of meat and chewed it, and then he remembered that Wu Yueniang hadn't come yet and had a concubine named Zhuo Diuer who died just a month ago. No wonder he had no one to eat with him.
"Well, you guys... come and have dinner with me, sir!" Ximen Qing's mouth was full, waving his ironwood chopsticks and pointing randomly: "It's not fun to eat alone."
Ximen Qing doesn't like this strange rush of eating alone while eight people watch.
Those maids looked at me and I looked at you. They were all trembling. Who dared to step forward? A maid behind who was preparing to serve food also stopped and did not dare to step forward.
Ximen Qing used to be very moody at home. One minute he was eating well, and the next minute he would take off the maid's clothes, kneel on the ground and whip her with a whip, and eat while listening to her cries!
But little did he know that the master in front of him had already been replaced.
Ximen Qing frowned and swallowed what was in his mouth: "If another one doesn't come over, I'll just point at you!"
As soon as these words came out, the maids quickly communicated with each other with their eyes, and they all took a step back, highlighting the maid who was preparing to serve the food. One of the maids reached out and pushed the maid.
Beside the table.
"Oh, come on, bring me a stool." Seeing that the maid was petite, Ximen Qing greeted her in the same tone as if she were looking at a goldfish, "Sit, sit, sit."
The maids acted without saying a word. One took the food from the maid and put it on the table. The other rolled up her sleeves and brought an embroidery stool over. The other one sat the maid down on the embroidery stool and continued.
Dishes and chopsticks were given.
The maid huddled up on the embroidery bench like a toad frightened by thunder. How could she say anything?
Why did the other maids immediately unite their goals and hand her over as soon as this maid came in? You must know that in Ximen Mansion, they are also weak people who can be slaughtered.
Ximen Qing was very surprised. He put down his chopsticks and asked softly: "What's your name? How old are you?"
Because from his memory, Ximen Qing really didn't know the name of this maid. Maybe it was because there were so many maids in the house that he never paid attention to it before.
"It's a good thing she came here, otherwise we sisters wouldn't know who would be whipped today." A maid behind whispered to another maid in a low voice.
"No, she has no backer anyway. Who can she use?" The maid replied in the same low voice.
Although these two sentences were spoken in a low voice, Ximen Qing still heard them clearly, and a lot of doubts arose in his heart.
"Sir, my name is Xue'er..." The maid could neither sit nor stand, so she lowered her head and answered. There was a sound of teeth chattering in her words, and she was obviously very frightened: "This year...
Sixteen."
Ximen Qing shook his head secretly. This maid didn't look sixteen years old, and her figure was clearly thirteen or fourteen. She must have not eaten enough when she was growing up. What a sin. On the contrary, the maid who pushed someone just now looked taller.
Fat.
With this compassion, Ximen Qing felt that something was wrong all over, because Ximen Qing had never had the word "pity" in his original memory, and he suddenly lost his appetite, and the idea of having someone to eat with him had long since disappeared.
"You go down." Ximen Qing overcame his physical discomfort and his face twitched.
Xue'er didn't know what to do for a while. The fat maid came forward and lifted Xue'er from the embroidery stool like a puppy: "Master asked you to get down. Are you deaf?"
Xueer finally came to her senses and kowtowed to Ximen Qing: "Master, the younger one has to go down first. There is still a fire waiting on the stove."
It turned out to be a little maid who made a fire...
Ximen Qing waved his hand, and Xueer ran out of the hall in relief. The fat maid snorted and stepped aside.
Ximen Qing was extremely dissatisfied with the behavior of this fat maid. After searching through his memory, he remembered that Wu Yueniang had brought this fat maid from home when she came over. She seemed to call her Dongmei. This posture clearly showed the power of fighting with others.
ah.
It is said in the book that this kind of dowry maid will be used by the master sooner or later, but it seems that even the original Ximen Qing has never seen such a thing.
What on earth is Wu Yueniang hiding from herself? The Dongmei in front of her is a good breakthrough point.
Ximen Qing looked at Dongmei with a half-smile, but saw that the fat maid seemed to have misunderstood, and she squirmed for a while, so that Ximen Qing almost didn't feel nauseated, and quickly took two mouthfuls of rice and pressed it down, even if she had finished eating.
It’s time to eat.
After all the food was put away and the hot fragrant tea was served, Ximen Qing kicked all the maids out and took a leisurely sip of tea. Looking at the almost dark sky outside, he suddenly missed his old life.
No lol, cf, at least a few episodes of American TV series or something for spiritual nourishment.
Only then did Ximen Qing realize what it means to breathe out while the sun is out. It was getting dark, so there were no entertainment options. It was normal to take a rest early.
What does it mean? Communication basically relies on roaring, public security basically relies on dogs, heating basically relies on shivering, and entertainment basically relies on...
Bah, bah, bah, I am a rich man. In addition to basically relying on shouting for communication, the rest is different from Sissi.
Ximen Qing shook his head and suddenly discovered a serious problem: where would he sleep tonight.
The study room and the bed are simple, with only the book boy and the painting boy for company, and my taste is not that strong.
Wu Yueniang, the bed is good, but the person is not good. Do you want to send it to your door to solve the problem of a complaining woman who lacks sex and life? It is not appropriate.
Baihualou, Chrysanthemum Girl? It’s probably already opened by now, so forget it.
It seems that there is only one place suitable for me to go.
Ximen Qing thought for a while, stood up, walked out of the hall, and headed to the backyard.
There is a small building in the corner of the backyard, which is where Zhuo Diur lives. There is no one there, but the bed is good, so I can at least have a good sleep.
As for the talk of ghosts and gods, Ximen Qing certainly didn't take it to heart. People of his time had long since disrespected ghosts and gods, and instead worshiped money and power.
The two maids at the door obediently took lanterns to light up their master. They were a little surprised when they saw Ximen Qing going to the small building where Zhuo Duer used to live, but it was hard to ask anything.
When he arrived outside the small building, Ximen Qing saw a very faint light inside and asked casually: "Who else lives in this small building?"
"I told you, sir, there is a maid living there. She said she wanted to keep vigil for her master." A maid replied.
Ximen Qing nodded: "Master, I will rest here today, you go back."
The two maids looked at each other, thinking that their master was missing the deceased, so they kowtowed and left.
Ximen Qing opened the door in the moonlight. There was only a small lamp lit inside, but the flame was the size of a soybean. No wonder it was so dim.
"Ah." The maid must have heard him coming in. She quickly turned on the lamp and then came over to kowtow to Ximen Qing: "Why are you here today?"
The petite body was lying on the ground, and there was a little joy in the familiar voice. Ximen Qing couldn't help but sighed and said: "Who am I asking? It turns out to be you. Get up and talk."
Xueer stood up tremblingly: "Master, no one has come to this place since my mother passed away. It has gradually become neglected, and even the supplies are gone."
"So you are Diuer's personal maid." Ximen Qing seemed to dig something out of the corner of his memory: "I want to find a safe place to sleep, so I will rest here tonight."
Xueer panicked: "Master, the bedding on this bed has not been changed, nor has it been scented..."
"It's okay." Ximen Qing looked at Xue'er tenderly, she was a loyal maid.
Xueer bit her lower lip, as if she had made up her mind, and hurried to the big bed inside: "Master, I will warm the bed for you."
Before Ximen Qing could react, Xue'er had already taken off her clothes. Under the dim light, a small fair body got into the bed, with only her head exposed: "I just ask for mercy..."
This is the legendary begging for support, can it warm the bed!!!