If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

At noon in near autumn, the sun still cannot completely fade away the heat of summer.

A gust of wind blows, but it can easily bring a bit of coolness.

Sheng Zi carried the very precious box of peach blossom cakes, and came to Lu Jing's small courtyard with Lu Yi.

This small courtyard located in the west courtyard of Uncle Xiao's Mansion was much quieter and more shabby than the courtyards of other children of the Lu Mansion in the mansion.

There is only one pine tree at the door.

But this pine tree is different from other trees that are dying day by day, its leaves are still shiny, like a pagoda, standing there majestically.

Sheng Zi and Lu Yi were obviously not interested in this pine tree.

Lu Yi actually had some complaints about Sheng Zi's plan to give Lu Jing the precious and delicious Peach Blossom Cake.

Since the peach blossom cake was originally given to Sheng Zi by Mrs. Ning, she couldn't say anything.

But he was still muttering: "Peach Blossom Cake is so precious, wouldn't it be a pity to give it to Lu Jing..."

Sheng Zi obviously didn't care much about Lu Yi's complaints, but looked towards the small courtyard.

The courtyard gate was not closed.

From a very long distance, through the gap of the tung tree screen used to hide the ugliness, Sheng Zi can clearly see the scene in the courtyard.

There are many flowers and plants transplanted from unknown places in the small courtyard, and a maid is bending over to take care of them.

These flowers and plants are not expensive, but they are well cared for and are growing vigorously. Even in the near autumn, there are still flowers in full bloom, bringing a bit of warmth to the old courtyard.

In the small courtyard, there are also stone tables and benches that can be seen everywhere in the west courtyard.

"Lu Jing is practicing calligraphy?"

Sheng Zi was curious when she saw Lu Jing's figure in front of the stone table.

Lu Yi who was at the side suddenly chuckled, and said, "I see Father always takes a bath and changes clothes before writing, calms down, and the desk is spotless."

"But this Lu Jing is lucky, he actually writes while eating."

And as Lu Yi said.

Next to a piece of straw paper, there is also a plate of ordinary green vegetables.

Every time Lu Jing wrote a few words, he would pass the brush to his left hand, pick up chopsticks and take a few bites, looking very casual.

Sheng Zi didn't care about these.

Even her father taught Sheng Zi to be in awe of learning.

However, Sheng Zi came here for her own purpose, and what other people do has nothing to do with her, so naturally she will not judge anything.

"Lu Yi, I have a request for you, Brother Jing, today. You must be so big or small that you have offended him."

Lu Yi was slightly taken aback, with some doubts in his eyes.

Does Sheng Zi want something from Lu Jing?

The Sheng family has astonishing power in this Taixuanjing.

Sheng Zi's father is the Second Assistant Minister of the Taishu Pavilion, which is very important in the court, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is powerful and powerful.

With such a majestic lintel, what can I ask of Lu Jing?

"What can this Lu Jing do for you? Sister Sheng, why don't you tell me the reason, and I'll come up with a solution for you?"

Sheng Zi shook her head and said, "Many things are hard to come by, and things that can be easily found are not precious."

Lu Yi half-understood, with the two ponytails still dangling behind her head, she came back to her senses and raised her chin: "In this case, Sister Sheng might as well leave this matter to me, I always speak in the mansion. "

"Sister Sheng only needs to tell me what you want from Lu Jing. I told Lu Jing that he dared not refuse."

When Lu Yi spoke, there was still a bit of sly look in his eyes.

Sheng Zi frowned.

There was displeasure on his already heroic face.

"Lu Yi." Sheng Zi said solemnly, "Yesterday, Mrs. Zhong took an examination of your third brother Jing, and I saw his words and deeds, with extraordinary bearing and a lot of sharpness.

I think that although he is not favored in the Lu family, he is not a cowardly young man who can be humiliated at will.

Besides, he is your elder brother, so it's probably inappropriate for you to be so domineering in front of him. "

Lu Yi was obviously a little dazed when he heard Sheng Zi's solemn words.

Sheng Zi never gave her another chance to speak, and while walking towards the small courtyard, she said to Lu Yi, "You're in the courtyard, don't make a sound."

Lu Yi came back to her senses, with obvious dissatisfaction in her eyes, but she didn't want to refute Sheng Zi, so she could only follow behind Sheng Zi dejectedly.

When the two came to the door, Lu Jing was still immersed in writing.

The slightly faded writing brush was walking on the straw paper, and it was quite pleasant.

"Master, there are people at the door."

Qing Yue, who was lowering her head to handle the flowers and plants, saw Sheng Zi and Lu Yi.

He quickly wiped the dust off his hands and stood up.

At this time, it was Lu Jing's last stroke.

He let out a long breath, put down the brush in his hand, and then looked up to the door.

The door opened, and of course Lu Jing noticed that someone was coming at the door.

It's just that his last line of verse has already been written, and the cursive script of the "Crass Saint Zhang Xu" he cultivated in his previous life also pays attention to the continuous writing, so he never stops writing.

"Qingyue, make tea."

Lu Jing called out, Qingyue bowed to the visitor from a distance, then went into the back room to make tea.

"Sister Lu Yi, bring the guests in."

Lu Jing nodded towards Lu Yi, and spoke very naturally.

Sheng Zi suddenly felt dumb.

In addition to Lu Jing's calm tone, there was a hint of the majesty of an elder.

The same was true for Lu Yi, she opened her mouth, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

In this Lu residence, Lu Yi and her third cousin have never communicated.

Even at the age of being playful when he was young, he followed other brothers and sisters and drew a boundary with Lu Jing. At most, he just laughed a few words when Lu Jing was being bullied.

But what Lu Yi didn't expect was that Lu Jing's "sister" was so natural, and there was a sense of course in his tone.

It's as if... Lu Jing's role in the mansion is indeed a convincing elder brother on weekdays.

"This Lu Jing is so strange... who is her sister?"

Lu Yi curled her lips and was about to say something.

Sheng Zi suddenly took a step forward, and said to Lu Yi, "Lu Yi, you are the host, why don't you introduce yourself?"

Lu Yi was immediately discouraged, and reluctantly said: "Lu Jing, this is Sister Shengzi from the Sheng Mansion on the innermost side of Shili Changning Street."

"Sheng Zi?" Lu Jing's expression remained unchanged, and he invited the two girls into the room

But I was guessing in my heart.

"It turns out that the red-clothed girl who is with Lu Yi is not Nan Heyu? On that day, did Miss Nanfu come to the mansion yesterday?"

"This Shengzi girl came to find me, what's the matter?"

The grand posture at this moment has never been matched with a light veil.

She is tall and slender, with creamy skin, bright white teeth, and a long whip with blue light wrapped around her waist, she looks extremely pleasing to the eye.

What is different from other young girls is that Shengzi's temperament actually reveals a sharpness, and there is not the slightest weakness between her brows, but a trace of heroism.

"Huh... is this word written by Mr. Jing?"

While Lu Jing was thinking about it, Sheng Zi and Lu Yi had already walked to the stone table. Originally, they wanted to cross the stone table and enter the room.

It's just that when passing the stone table, Sheng Zi caught a glimpse of the straw paper that Lu Jing spread on the table out of the corner of her eye.

I saw a few lines of words written on the straw paper.

Although the pen and ink are occasionally erratic, but if you look carefully, the handwriting crouches like a tiger and rises like a dragon dancing.

Sheng Zi didn't know calligraphy, but felt that the brush and ink on the straw paper seemed to be born with an astonishing beauty.

However, in Sheng Zi's eyes, this calligraphy is second to none. What really caught her attention was actually those few lines of writing.

【Those who say what I like are my thieves, those who say what I am evil are my teachers.

If you meet a knight on the road, you must present a sword, but if you are not talented, don't present a poem.

If three people go together, there must be my teacher.

Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones. 】

Four short lines of pen and ink made Sheng Zi's eyes widen, trying to figure out the deep meaning in it.

In the blink of an eye, a few breaths of time passed.

Sheng Zi was still muttering that sentence, "When you meet a knight on the road, you must present a sword. If you are not a talented person, don't present a poem."

"When you meet a knight on the road, you should offer your sword, and don't read poems to those who have no talent."

These four sentences seem to be full of philosophy of life, but also mixed with extremely romantic and free-spirited chivalrous feelings.

Ling Ben is good at martial arts, and I like his naturally free and easy posture.

"Seeing these four articles today, it's a worthwhile trip."

Sheng Zi's eyes were clear, and she couldn't help feeling a little regretful in her heart: "I don't know which classic book such a wise saying comes from. It's my regret that I didn't see it until today."

"Lu Jing's writing of these four lines also means that his state of mind is roughly the same.

There is a sense of freedom and ease in reason, and it also means respecting virtuous knights. "

"And this handwriting is also extremely extraordinary..."

While Sheng Zi was thinking, she saw the plate of green vegetables placed on the table.

The pens and paper used to practice calligraphy are also very cheap.

"I don't know how long this brush has been used. The barrel of the brush has faded and turned white, and it is slightly bent. The paper used for calligraphy practice is not even the river silk paper of Beiluo Road, nor even Liuxuan paper. It is just straw paper that ordinary people use for reading. "

"And that plate of vegetables..."

Sheng Zi sighed inwardly, there is nothing special about the pen and paper and the vegetables in an ordinary house.

But this is Jiuhu Lu Mansion, and the biological father of the young man in front of him is Lu Shenyuan, the divine general Lu Shenyuan who became famous when he was young and was known as the first storm in Jiuhu.

Under the background of these identities, Sheng Zi finally knew how difficult Lu Jing's situation was.

"Miss Sheng...Miss Sheng Zi?"

"Sister Sheng!"

Lu Jing and Lu Yi's whispers brought Sheng Zi back to her senses.

Lu Jing and him remained calm.

Lu Yi was a little puzzled.

Sister Sheng... what's the matter?

"I lost my mind."

Sheng Zi was very natural, without any embarrassment.

She turned her head to stare into Lu Jing's eyes, and said with a sudden smile, "I just liked these four-line articles today.

I hope I can ask Mr. Jing for this brush and ink. It is best to ask Mr. Jing to indicate the source. Sheng Zi will be rewarded in the future. "

Sheng Zi was generous and generous, asking for this piece of straw paper.

Lu Jing made a mistake.

"Indicate the source? Is there "Zeng Guang Xian Wen" in this world?"

Seeing Lu Jing hesitate, Lu Yi was speechless: "Lu Jing, it's just a piece of paper, why don't you want to part with it? If you don't, I have some very good river silk paper..."

Lu Yi's originally high-spirited words suddenly became more and more emboldened, and his voice gradually became quieter.

Because at some point, Lu Jing had tilted his head slightly, his expression unchanged, just looking into Lu Yi's eyes.

At this moment, for some reason, Lu Yi couldn't keep the arrogance, arrogance, and aggressiveness that came from an immature girl.

Her voice became smaller and smaller, until she finished speaking and lowered her head.

Lu Jing smiled, and said to Sheng Zi beside him, "It's not because I can't bear to part with a piece of straw... It's just the source..."

When he said this, he shook his head slightly, picked up the brush next to him, and carefully dipped in the ink.

On the far left writes...

"From Zeng Guang Xian Wen."