After the Moling crisis was resolved and Zhu Laoshi and his party came back, Zhu Kui originally wanted to ask more about Wu Jun's knowledge and trivial life matters, but he didn't want to talk about this kind of thing.
Zhu Laoshi was already prepared. He was going to package that little girl himself.
"Your mother always said that this girl is rustic and doesn't have the appearance of a smart girl. I think she just has a bad reputation. She looks no worse than that lady. What else can she say?
Zhu Kui was very interested in his heart. His father had never given up on letting him marry his younger sister. How to deal with it now, but these were his secret thoughts. He flattered his father with a smile on his face: "Okay, this
Dad chose the name very well."
The comfortable life in the city for many years has made the illiterate Zhu Laoshi learn some arty manners. It must be that his father saw a certain willow forest and came here accidentally.
"Okay, San'er, Liu'er will live here from now on. You guys have a good chat now. If you have something to do as a father, you can leave first."
Looking at his son and the girl, Zhu Laoshi's face was full of smile and he strode away.
Zhu Kui turned around helplessly and continued to look at the little sister who was no longer dressed as a folk girl. She was dressed in a neon dress, with a fair complexion, slender eyebrows and nose, slightly dimples on her cheeks, and bright and lively eyes.
After being forgiven by Zhu Kui for a while, the little sister lowered her head, but there was a faint hint of shyness in her pretty eyes, which was not very pretty. However, she soon became angry, tightened her pink fists, and intended to hit.
Seeing Zhu Kui coming forward, he bowed his hands generously and said, "How long have you been here, sister? I'm still used to it in this city."
Zhu Laoshi's private engagement had actually been delayed for some years, but Zhu Laoshi had always promised to marry her as his wife, and Zhang Liu's son Zhang Dazou also coveted the prosperity of Zhu Laoshi's family, so these people gave him a lot of help.
The little sister looked at the most promising man in the village with a look of affection on her face. In the past two days, she had heard that he was also very famous in the county. At this moment, she leaned her pointed chin on her chest and responded to the sound of mosquitoes: "Three men are here.
God, Uncle Zhu treats me very well."
Those intense eyes made Zhu Kui sweat on his back. His eyes were so sharp, he could often see the subtle things and see the dark things. His continuous gaze was so similar to that of Zhao Ying'er and Shu Shu'er. He was surprised in his heart.
Could it be that the little sister really likes us, and it will be even more difficult to handle now.
Seeing that Zhu Kui didn't answer for a moment, Zhang Xiaomei raised her head slightly, and saw that the other person was looking at her, thinking in a daze, her face turned red, and she frowned slightly. This young lady's quiet and reserved style in everything was all Zhu Kui's.
Honest asked people to arrange for her to learn along the way, which was actually very unaccustomed to her.
Thinking that her expression and behavior were inappropriate, she pouted, changed back to her old sister-like tone, stepped forward, knocked Zhu Kui on the head, and said loudly: "Staring at me, what are you thinking about?"
Zhu Kui came back to his senses and smiled awkwardly. He saw the little sister suddenly showed a look of astonishment and heard her say: "Yes, Uncle Zhu gave me some pieces of cloth, and I made a shirt with my own hands."
,you try."
After saying that, he turned back to the house without looking back.
Not long after, Zhang Xiaomei took out a bag, put it on the table, opened it, took out a blue brocade dress, shook it, and unfolded it. She came to Zhu Kui, looked around, and held it in her hand.
They compared Zhu Kui's clothes with each other. Soon, before Zhu Kui could speak, he took off his old clothes and unfolded his new clothes, which he was about to put on.
Zhu Kui was stunned. Ever since he was a child, he could not refuse the kindness of this little sister. Maybe it was because he couldn't bear it. Maybe there was something else involved, so now he would not refuse it. After all, it was her intention.
, let her move around him.
Stretching his hands flat and looking around, the needles and threads were neat and tidy. Zhu Kui couldn't help but admire that they were comparable to the sewing machines of later generations.
Zhang Xiaomei watched Zhu Kui looking left and right to admire her work, and felt sweet in her heart. She secretly took a look at the wicker-shaped pattern inside the wide sleeve on the left. Seeing that Zhu Kui had not noticed it, she felt shy and expectant in her heart. Soon, Zhang Xiaomei took the last step.
A circle tied into a knot on his belt...
"What are you doing?"
Another female voice came from outside the door, but it was Shu Shu'er who kicked her feet and pointed at Zhu Kui and Zhu Kui, with a look of shame and anger. Also coming with her was Zhu Kui's sister Zhu Ying.
"...."
For a moment, neither of them knew how to answer.
"Huh, I have something else to do. Sister Ying, I'm leaving first." Shu Shu'er turned to Zhu Ying and said, turned around and ran out.
"Third brother, I'll go take a look first." Zhu Ying smiled at the two of them and ran out, but that smile told Zhu Kui, don't worry, I will help you explain.
"Now we're in big trouble." Zhu Kui thought to himself. He looked at Zhang Xiaomei who had an unknown expression next to him, and said with an awkward smile: "I'm sorry, sister, Shu Shu'er is like this. A Ying will follow, it'll be fine."
After thinking about it, he decided not to think too much about the annoying matter of the love between his children. He looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and went back to his room. In fact, he had so many thoughts in his mind these past few days that he couldn't care about it for a while.
Little tempered.
In front of the hall, Zhang Xiaomei was silent for a moment, making it unclear what she was thinking. She clamped her old clothes and robe, turned her back, and with tears in her eyes, she went back to her room step by step.
Outside Zhu's house, Shu Shu'er ran out of the door like flying. When Zhu Ying rushed to the door, she was already out of pursuit. This is the difference in physical fitness between women who practice martial arts and those who do not.
"Running so fast, third brother, now you have to find a way on your own."
Zhu Ying lowered her head helplessly and was about to go back, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Zhao Ying'er walking towards her with her maid Xiao Qiu.
As soon as he saw Zhu Ying, he greeted her and said, "Sister Ying, where is your third brother? I just saw that Miss Gao ran out with an unhappy look on her face."
The tone was very happy, Zhu Ying shook her head, and without thinking too much, she told her everything just now.
"Since Brother Kui has something to do, I won't bother you." Zhao Ying'er frowned, her voice was cold, and she turned around and left with Xiao Qiu.
"Oh, I said the wrong thing again. This time, Third Brother won't make me mad." The little girl's eyes moved, "It's better to go and play with that little Acheng. I heard that he has made great achievements this time, and I must tell him.
This Yan Baihu is so vicious."
At night, Zhu Kui was lying on the bed, turning around.
"can not fall asleep."
I had to get up, get dressed, and prepare to go out for a walk to relieve my irritability.
I took the Xuanyuan Sword from the table and walked out of the room. Everyone else in the family had fallen asleep one by one. After thinking about it, I walked out of the door, closed it behind my back, and walked alone on the street.
It was dark on the street at the moment, and there was moonlight in the sky, so I couldn't see my fingers.
In the Han Dynasty, people did not have many nocturnal activities. Generally, after midnight, only some wealthy people could carry oil lamps at night.
At this time, I heard the watchman banging his clapper in the distance, once, twice, and three times.
"Boom!—Boom! Boom!"
It turns out that it's already midnight, which means it's already eleven o'clock in the evening according to current theory. After returning to the Eastern Han Dynasty for many years, I have long since changed my habit of being a night owl in my previous life. I work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Gradually I fell in love with this rhythm of life.
Unknowingly, Zhu Kui arrived at the gate of the city. There were several torches on the city tower, and some county soldiers were guarding the night shift, patrolling back and forth.
Seeing Zhu Kui coming up, he came over to say hello: "Xiao Langjun, it's so late, why are you here? Do you need a little help?"
In the battle with Baihu Village, Zhu Kui fought side by side with these county soldiers. His martial arts skills deeply impressed these people and they all admired him.
"No worries. I just have nothing to do at night. I just want to go out for a walk. You can continue patrolling."
Walking on the city wall, looking down from a high position, the entire Moling City is in sight, so deep that one feels like a sleeping dragon.
I stopped, as if I was tired from walking, and sat on the edge of the outer wall. In the dark night, there seemed to be layers of clouds and mist, and I seemed to hear the gurgling and endless flow of the Yangtze River farther away...
He touched the Xuanyuan Sword with a gentle wave of his hand, caressed it and murmured: "Xuanyuan Sword, courage, wisdom, benevolence... everything comes down to two words: the Holy Way. Who can hold the sword of the Holy Way? The Emperor is also."
"Although there is no historical evidence, I am probably the only person in the world today who knows this allusion."
"Stealing the cake and hiding it in Taizu's heart does not mean that I have the qualifications to become an emperor."
He was motionless, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, like a statue, thinking alone, with various thoughts in his mind.
Zhu Kui is not a man with great ambitions. Since he was born, he has studied and practiced martial arts. He has always wanted to improve his own life and the life of his family by relying on his future generations. He has lived a leisurely and carefree life. In the future, the world will be in chaos.
So he prepared to move his family north to Xuchang to seek refuge with Cao Cao. If he lived longer and continued to seek refuge with Sima Yi, his family would be able to survive for a hundred years.
The young man is a romantic and chivalrous man, and the old man is a rich man, and his remaining wishes are enough.
This sentence summarizes Zhu Kui's original life plan since he came to the Han Dynasty, but it seems to have changed now. Unknowingly, his heart has changed.
Suddenly, like a breeze blowing, Zhu Kui suddenly woke up, raised his sword in the sky with one hand, and snorted coldly: "Whether it is his own delusion, or Zhao Da, Wu Fan and others are nagging about what destiny has given them,
It doesn’t matter that I am a person with dragon spirit, or that God allows me to return my soul to the end of Han Dynasty and become an emperor.”
Over the past few years, Zhao Da and Wu Fan's thoughts were gradually tricked by Zhu Kui, and they were sent out by him at the beginning of the year.
"But there is a saying that others are saying, and I always say that when a man is alive, he should pursue a great career. This makes sense."
"That being the case, why don't I, Zhu Kui, go out and fight for a great cause? What else will happen to the princes, generals, and ministers? Since I came from later generations, I have the unrivaled advantage of Cao, Liu, and Sun, so I have no chance."
"Haven't I been doing this these past few days? It seems that I have already had objections subconsciously."
Zhu Kui stood on the top of the city, replaying the recent events in his mind scene by scene. Many details and coincidences were connected by him one by one. Whether it was intentional or not, it happened after all.
Yes, it exists. How about treating it as a prophecy? But it is just a decision, an idea, and a crazy idea.