It was more than a month after Huang Yue entered Chengdu. After Liu Zhang heard about it, he took her to the Prefecture Mufu in the name of Liu Xun. Zhou Buyi and Xiao Furong stood by the balcony and watched.
Looking at the lively scene outside, Zhou Buyi said to Xiao Furong: "Are you dumbfounded? Has he ever been so considerate to you? If you had refused at the beginning, you would be Huang Yue below."
Xiao Furong remained silent and didn't speak. During this month, Liu Zhang was neither cold nor enthusiastic towards her. Xiao Furong didn't know what Liu Zhang was thinking, and she was really afraid. As Zhou Buyi said, when she gets old and loses her beauty, Liu Zhang will
You will despise yourself.
Zhou Busuo saw Xiao Furong pouting and looking depressed, and said with relief: "Okay, don't be depressed, I will help you, as I see it, you are determined to unify the world, and you definitely hope that your wife will be virtuous and virtuous.
De, you should develop in this direction from now on."
"Virtuous and virtuous?" Xiao Furong repeated these four words, but she felt that these four words were infinitely far away from her.
"I will teach you chess, calligraphy, painting, and needlework. You must study hard. You should also care about the adults' feelings. When you are thirsty, hand you a cup of tea. When you are tired, give him a shoulder squeeze. Man
What matters most to you is these subtle concerns and your manners. Don’t walk like a broom and eat like you’ve been hungry for twenty years..."
"Hey, am I as miserable as you say?"
"I haven't finished speaking yet. You must never wake up the master to practice sword practice early in the morning again. Don't you see that the master is unwilling? He can tolerate you for a day, and he can tolerate you for a month.
Are you going to endure it forever? One day you will annoy him. When a man annoys a woman, if he picks his nose and raises his eyebrows, you will no longer have any status at all."
"No, I can learn to do needlework, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I can never stop practicing swordsmanship."
Xiao Furong thought of her senior sister. Liu Zhang would leave Sichuan soon. She would definitely meet her senior sister then. With her senior sister's martial arts skills, it would not be difficult to kill Liu Zhang even in the military camp. Some swordsmanship could always last for a while. She wished she could kill Liu Zhang.
He spends all his time practicing swordsmanship. Even if he bothers him, he can't waste it.
Zhou Buyi looked at Xiao Furong's stubborn expression. Although he didn't know why she had to force Liu Zhang to practice swordsmanship, he also knew that she was doing it for Liu Zhang's good. Such a good girl must be seen by others if she didn't act carefree and unfeminine.
People love him. On this point, Mr. Zhou Mu is uniquely discerning.
"Why do you want to help me?" Xiao Furong asked the question she had always wanted to ask.
Zhou Buyi was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about this problem. Liu Zhang threatened him with death, and he did not agree to serve in Yizhou. However, he inexplicably taught Liu Xun to write poems and essays every day, and now he was spending a lot of time on Zhou Zhang's perseverance to help him.
Xiao Furong, this is...
"I'm full after eating." Zhou Bujie replied.
At night, in Liu Xun's room, Liu Xun was writing on the side. After Liu Zhang read the "poetry" written by Liu Xun, he drew some figures on the white paper. He felt a little tired and got up and wanted to go back to his room to sleep. Liu Xun suddenly raised his head.
Look at him.
"Is daddy leaving?"
"Daddy is tired and needs to go to bed."
Liu Xun lowered his head unhappily, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took out a pile of bamboo slips from the cabinet. He couldn't hold them with his two small hands, and many of them fell to the ground. Liu Xun put all the bamboo slips on the table and said: "
Dad, these are the poems and essays that Xun'er wrote in one month after you went to war. They were all taught to me by my brother Busuo. Can you please take a look?"
Liu Zhang looked at Liu Xun's expectant eyes and finally sat back on the chair. While looking at the bamboo slips, he said: "Xun'er, why do you write so many poems? You are not at the age to work hard yet. You should spend more time playing."
"Because Sister Yue said that as long as Xun'er writes good poems, dad will be happy and spend more time with Xun'er."
Liu Zhang was stunned. It turned out that Liu Xun worked so hard just to spend more time with him. At this moment, Liu Zhang seemed to truly feel the true love between father and son.
"Xun'er, I will definitely treat you as my own child." Liu Zhang said silently, touched Liu Xun's head, and looked at the poems carefully.
In the dead of night, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Huang Yue walked in from the outside with two bowls of soup on the plate in his hand. Huang Yue smiled and said: "My lord handles government affairs during the day and sleeps late at night. Huang Yue drank some chicken soup. Please drink some."
Liu Zhang took a bowl of chicken soup and put it in front of Liu Xun: "Xun'er, sister Yue gave you the chicken soup. Thank you sister Yue quickly."
"Thank you, sister Yue." Liu Xun said in a childish voice.
"Thank you for your hard work, girl. I will go back to the room after reading this. Girls, please go to bed early." Liu Zhang took a sip of soup, put it aside, and then looked at the bamboo slips attentively.
Huang Yue's face was slightly disappointed, and he was about to go out when he suddenly saw Xiao Furong standing at the door with two bowls of soup. Huang Yue now also knew the relationship between Xiao Furong and Liu Zhang, so he awkwardly said hello and went out.
Xiao Furong watched Huang Yue walk away, then glanced at the two bowls of soup on the table, staring at the soup she was serving in a daze.
"Why are you standing there? If you want to come in, come in." Liu Zhang said.
Xiao Furong smiled again, brought two bowls of soup to Liu Zhang and Liu Xun respectively, and said: "This is the soup that I have been boiling for two hours. You must try it...even a bite."
The last sentence was added by Xiao Furong when she saw the soup left by Huang Yue.
"You can't just take one sip of Rong'er's soup. Xun'er, you must drink it all, you know?" Liu Zhang stared at the soup in front of him and took a careful look, "Well, is this black rice porridge?"
"What's in your eyes? This is chicken soup."
Liu Zhang glanced at Huang Yue's soup, and then at the soup in front of him. He really didn't believe that it was the same type. He felt something was wrong, but there was no way out, so he had to drink from the bowl. Liu Xun looked at his father drinking, and also
After drinking together, the two father and son tasted the most brutal torture in the world at the same time.
How did Liu Zhang feel when he drank it? It was made by adding half a bowl of salt and thick lard to a burnt rice pot. Liu Xun's little face wrinkled up, but he watched his father finish drinking it.
, and endured it.
The two bowls were clean. Xiao Furong was also satisfied and came up to massage Liu Zhang's back. Xiao Furong was really good at massaging. Liu Zhang immediately felt no longer sleepy or tired. He was full of energy. He quickly read the bamboo slips and put away the drawings.
I dragged my body, which seemed to be falling apart, back to my room.
As soon as Liu Zhang and Xiao Furong left, Liu Xun hurriedly picked up the two bowls of chicken soup left by Huang Yue and drank them all in one go, feeling a little better in his stomach.
Liu Zhang put the drawing on the table. Xiao Furong picked it up and took a look. It seemed that the drawing was a weapon, like the Yin Hong gun he used, but it was different. There was a barbed hook on the tip of the gun and a barbed hook on the tail.
There was an extra ring, and Xiao Furong couldn't help but curiously asked: "What is this painting?"