Volume 1 The Empire in the Morning Chapter 99 The birth night of the two famous posts
Pushing open the red door, lifting the beaded curtain, Ning Que walked into the dimly lit quiet room. He drank two large bowls of fishtail sobering soup, took a pleasant hot bath, and sat on the extraordinary bamboo bed.
After being severely beaten by the master, most of the drunkenness that was about to burst out has already faded, and the person has become much more sober.
Looking at the woman with a perfect figure hidden in the clothes on the couch, looking at her wide and smooth forehead and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, Ning Que felt that it would be better if he was more drunk at this time, because he could vaguely guess what he was going to do next.
What will he face? Although he always thinks that the woman's harshness towards him is unreasonable, he must admit that the other party's harshness is obviously caring, so he cannot refuse at all and can only bear it with tears.
"I haven't seen you in the past few days. I thought you entered the academy and began to cultivate your character. You understood the importance of the four words "love to know and seek knowledge." I didn't expect that your knowledge has not improved much. It has increased a lot because of the drunkenness."
Everyone looked at him calmly. There was no trace of sorrow or sorrow in their simple and kind expressions. They just spoke calmly and straightforwardly. But it was this kind of ordinary conversation that put great pressure on Ning Que. He was confused and didn't know what to say.
I tried to calm myself down with a smile to relieve the embarrassment, but unexpectedly I burped and the smell was very unpleasant.
Smelling the sour smell of alcohol that filled the room, everyone frowned slightly, glared at him displeased, and then smiled lightly at themselves, thinking that their anger was unreasonable, and they couldn't let the young man in front of them take the blame for that guy back then.
? She looked at Ning Que and asked as calmly as possible: "Tell me what you have learned in the academy these days."
Ning Que took the strong tea handed over by Xiaocao and hurriedly drank two sips to calm his mind. After thanking him sincerely, he cleared his throat without haste and carefully told Jane and everyone about his life in the academy.
"It's quite diligent, but since you have no foundation in the two subjects of calligraphy and etiquette, you should spend more time on these two subjects instead of just ignoring them. You must know that after you leave the academy in the future, whether it is
Whether you serve as an official in the court or as a herdsman, these writing skills are always indispensable."
Hearing that Ning Que would enter the old library every day, Jian smiled, the crow's feet wrinkled at the corners of his eyes became deeper, and continued to ask: "Since you go to the old library every day, you must also know about the second floor?"
"Yes." Ning Que replied politely.
Everyone Jian thought for a moment, and then said seriously: "When do you think you can enter the second floor?"
Ning Que raised his sleeves to cover his mouth, suppressing his desire to burp or even vomit. He shook his head and replied: "Anyone who can enter a place like that is a genius in cultivation, and my body cannot practice cultivation at all.
I don’t dare to have any crazy thoughts about entering the second floor.”
"Can you kid have some potential? It's rare to get into such a good place as the academy, so you must cherish the opportunity to study and don't talk nonsense..."
Jane frowned and shook her head as she looked at him, sighing in disapproval. Back then, she saw with her own eyes that guy riding a donkey and looking at the ci book, and then rode all the way into the second floor in a swaggering way, but now she felt a vague feeling in her heart
Associating Ning Que with that guy, he inevitably had some thoughts of making up for his regrets, so he couldn't help but continue to persuade: ""The academy itself is a place where miracles are created, but if you yourself think that miracles can't happen, then who can
I can’t help you either.”
Ning Que didn't know that the senior who rode a little black donkey straight into Chang'an City, and eventually became famous in the world, but disappeared like duckweed in the wind and rain, naturally didn't understand why Jian and others wanted to deal with it.
A poor boy like himself paid so much attention. He knew there must be some reasons behind this attention, but he didn't care what those reasons were. He was still truly grateful for the earnest teachings of a kind woman.
Because he has always lacked this part in his life. The back seat of the bicycle in that life may have been another form of care, but he didn't like it. He had it before he was four years old in this life, but it was swallowed up by blood in the end. Because I am truly grateful.
It can even be said that he was moved, so Ning Que was more cautious and serious when answering everyone Jian's questions, and his speed was a bit slow. In Jian's eyes, this made her feel a little annoyed.
"You and I are not related to each other, and I wouldn't be too lazy to say these words to you if I didn't have a hot heart. So don't have any resistance. I want you to cherish the opportunity to study in the academy. I won't harm you."
Everyone Jian looked at him seriously and said: "I told you last time that rich young men like Chu Youxian can play, but you, a poor young man, are not qualified to play. This is even more true today. Noble ladies from Chang'an such as Miss Situ and Miss Jin can.
Play, you are still not qualified to play. They are close to you because they are just looking at you for fun and are temporarily curious about you. This kind of interest is not necessarily malicious, but it is not true respect after all. "
"If you want to be their true friend, then you must have some abilities and tolerance worthy of their respect. If you can walk onto the second floor of the academy, I believe everyone in the world is willing to be your friend."
Everyone Jian picked up the golden orchid dew on the table, took a sip to moisten his throat, then raised his head and looked at him and continued to say calmly: "It's okay to come to the building to relax in the future, but don't do it too often, and don't drink too much.
Drink, I am a nun in the romance industry, so I don’t think that hanging around a brothel is a despicable behavior, but I don’t think that either
What kind of elegant thing is this? Thirty years ago, the great poet Mr. Cao Cun slept in Hualiu Lane for the first half of his life, but who dared to disrespect him? He even married the prime minister's daughter in the end, but this is not
Because he became so famous by hanging around brothels, but ultimately it is because of his unparalleled poetry and extraordinary talent!"
"The Tang Dynasty values talents. As long as you have talent and you are a talent, then no matter you are upstairs or downstairs, inside or outside the building, a teenager from a border town or a noble from Chang'an, the empire will not bury you."
After the teaching was over, Ning Que came downstairs with his hands on his forehead and found that the party in the hall had also ended. After asking the steward in the building, he found out that Miss Situ had finally attended the class meeting. After listening to this
After receiving the news, he couldn't help but feel very lucky, thinking that his net worth of two thousand taels could be maintained for a while longer.
Just as he was about to say goodbye to Shuizhu'er and others, the maid Xiaocao, who had received orders from everyone in Jian's family, drove him to the carriage very rudely, and then ordered the driver to take the drunken boy back to Lin 47 Lane as quickly as possible.
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Sitting on the speeding carriage, Ning Que was tossed up and down, feeling ecstatic, dying, drunk, and nauseous. But for some reason, his mind was clear at this time, and he kept thinking about the serious question: "I don't hesitate to destroy myself."
Physically and mentally, I stick to the old library and want to enter the second floor of the academy, because I like it, and more importantly because I want revenge and increase my own strength. Do I need to add another reason from now on... in order to be able to dominate the brothel? "
When someone was in a state of confusion on the carriage, another guest came to Miss Shui Zhuer's courtyard. As one of the popular girls in red sleeves, in addition to regular guests like Yushi Zhang Yiqi, she
To a certain extent, she already had the right to select and even reject guests, but for this guest who entered the courtyard late at night, she just forcibly brushed the languorous look on her face, and then gathered her energy to pour him tea herself.
"Go and wash your face. A beautiful girl like you who is made of water cannot be as dirty as me."
The guest who was admitted to the hospital late at night was a tall and thin old man. He was wearing a very old Taoist robe. There were oil marks and stains on the robe here and there. There seemed to be a few grains of rice left over from an unknown meal between the seams of the robe.
It was really dirty to the extreme. The tall and thin Taoist's face was not dirty, but there were a few sparse long beards under his chin, and the eyes in his inverted triangle eyes were twinkling, and the smell of obscenity was extremely dirty.
Shui Zhuer smiled and followed the maid to freshen up her clothes.
She only knew that the identity of this guest was important. He was a distinguished guest personally acknowledged by everyone, but she did not know who the guest was or what kind of business he did. As for external things such as appearance and clothing, they had never been the focus of her or their concern.
What's more, this Taoist master has always been extremely generous when he comes out, and he calls himself the God of Baoyuan. He has only been aggressive when he came two or three times but refused to come seriously. How can a brothel girl not like this kind of customer?
The dirty and thin Taoist poured himself a glass of wine and drank slowly at the table. When he was bored, he saw a piece of paper crumpled into a ball next to the wine pot. The most ordinary account book paper on the paper was faintly exposed.
Based on the habit developed through decades of practice, he picked up the paper ball purely instinctively, and then carefully spread it out on the table.
There is a line of ink words written on the crumpled paper. The words are blurred and disconnected, and the frame is skewed and scattered. It is unpleasant to see it.
The paper said: Master Sangsang, I am drunk and will not come back to sleep today. Please remember to drink the leftover chicken soup on the pot.
Looking at these words, the tall and thin Taoist frowned tightly. However, what is surprising is that what was revealed in his frown was not disgust, but full of surprise and joy.
The tall and thin Taoist carefully savored these words that looked like they were drawn blindly with chicken feet. His eyes finally fell on the word chicken soup at the end of the sentence. His right hand, as skinny as an old tree trunk, reached into the wine glass and dipped it in. Then he put his fingers on the table.
Start copying stroke by stroke.
The wine on his fingers traced the words on the mahogany table, which was actually very different from the word "chicken soup" written by Ning Que on the note, and there seemed to be faint air currents, permeating the wine along the fingertips of the tall and thin Taoist.
It penetrated into the depths of the hard redwood, and then spread out instantly, turning into countless tiny cyclones and disappearing without a trace.
Girl Shui Zhuer, who was washing herself outside the room, seemed to sense something. She was stunned when she looked at the stars in the sky reflected in the basin in front of her. For some reason, she suddenly felt very homesick, missing the person who only existed in fantasy and never appeared.
In the warm home of her life, she missed the taste of chicken soup made by her mother, which she had never tasted before, and her eyes instantly became wet.