Village Girl Struggle

Zhao Xi’s small yard is not big. In fact, in addition to the swing and the vines planted in the corner, there are just a few ordinary main rooms, a few wing rooms, and a row of small bungalows at the back, as well as in Zhao Xi’s study. But the desks, chairs, and bookcases are all ordinary utensils. At most one or two vases are placed. They are all porcelain on the market. They came out of the kiln. It seems that they are all worthless.

Jun Wang, wearing a deep purple robes, looked for the top seat and sat down, and said with a faint smile, "The layout here is clean."

It was really far from the study room of Zhao Huan that I had just seen before. It was not at all like the study room of the two brothers. Although there was a difference between the concubine and the concubine, the difference was far too much.

However, although there are no valuable utensils in this house, the porcelain is new and the jade is in a miserable color, but the furnishings are fine in the ordinary, and everything makes people feel comfortable and comfortable.

For example, Rongjun Wang Gaohong sits on a chair with a small cushion just on his back. The arc fits with his back, making it quite comfortable to sit on the back.

For another example, the bookcases on three walls are filled with a lot of books, and they are neatly arranged in different categories. There are many small wooden strips on the sides of the cabinets to indicate the classification of the rows. Scriptures are one category, poetry is one category, official history is one category, miscellaneous learning is the other category, and legendary stories of wild history are the same category. Hey, it seems that some strange books have also mixed in...

How can there be a script here?

It turns out that Zhao Zhong, the housekeeper of Zhao’s Mansion, only knows a few characters. The people under his staff are even less able to read. If you buy a book for the young master, you can just go to the bookstore in Yangping County and buy everything. , Master Zhao would never have seen it, so these things that shouldn't have appeared appeared in Zhao Xi's study. These books full of Jingshi stories also greatly enriched Jiang Ying's understanding of this world.

Zhao Xuan stood in front of the bookcase and looked at it a few times, curled his lips, and felt a little contempt in his heart.

These are just ordinary books, the paper is yellow and rough, and there is a smell of stinky ink. It looks full and there are a lot of them, but when you count it, it can’t be compared to the amount of books in your study, let alone your own. There are also a lot of unique treasures.

Of course, for Zhao Xi, the big **** baby, so much is enough.

Yun Song looked at the small wooden slats carefully, and saw that the writing above was thin and tall, with a silver hook and a silver hook, and it was cut like a dagger, and even the pen was like a gossamer. It is really a rare good word. If it were not for years of hard training, Nor can it be written.

"Good word! My cousin, who wrote this word?"

Originally, he wanted to ask who made the bookshelf, but it turned out to be more beautiful than the work done by the maidservant who had been around him for many years.

As a result, when I saw this rare good word clearly, I forgot the first question.

In fact, Jiang Ying is the only one who organizes the bookcase or the handwriting on the wooden slats.

Zhao Xi had the heart to say that he wrote it himself, but his homework is now on the table, and Gao Hong, the idler, is looking through it. That handwriting is incompatible with this handwriting anyway.

Zhao Xi grinned, "Cousin Yun, these little wooden strips were made by a few sisters maid, and I don’t know which of them was written on it. Now there is no one in the yard. When I get back, I'll go and ask!"

This is not a lie, he does the work of wood slats, but several girls in the yard have moved their hands.

Hey, every defense, I didn't expect this group of people to enter the house and let them see all of them!

Yun Song still had some regrets. He wanted to see what a clever maid was. He wrote such a good handwriting and used it as a maid for a little doll, which was really a bit shameless.

It was also the first time that Zhao Huan saw Jiang Ying’s words. He just heard Yun Song’s praise and leaned forward to look at it. He was a little stunned when he only saw the embroidery in his study. He could read and hold a pen. Although the handwriting is a little tenderer, it also reveals the beauty and grace of a woman's uniqueness. I also took a high look at her because of this, but if compared with the words on the wooden strip, even if Zhao Huan is deliberately partial to his girl, I have to admit that the two are simply incomparable, not to mention that Wang Xiu'er, who has been writing for so many years, can't compare.

Unexpectedly, there are still such characters under my brother!

Zhao Xuan recalled in detail, um, Lihong, Liqing, Limo, several big girls, they are all flat and unremarkable, and they don't seem to be literate...Could it be that hairy girl, Xiaoying?

"Couldn't that little girl write this?"

Zhao Xi hated in her heart, when did this embroidered straw bag become so smart?

But he tilted his head ignorantly, thinking for a while, "She wrote it? There were obviously many people doing things together at the time, um, ask at night."

Stepping on his short legs again, he came to the front of Rongjun Wang Gaohong, smiling brightly, and asked flatly, "Brother Xiaojun Wang, how about Xi'er's writing... how is it written?"

This group of people are all in their teens, and they just want to tease his five-year-old baby. It's so naive. Judging from his age, ten years have passed by a generation, so he can be counted as uncles!

From the bottom of her heart, Zhao Xi really wanted to call this group of people uncles!

Gao Hong turned to the last page and put the bound album in his hand on the table. Seeing that Zhao Xi looked *interesting, he softened his voice, touched Zhao Xi’s head, and said, "Little brother Zhao Xi writes very well. Okay, um, the king likes the good kids who work hard," he said, unfastening a jade pendant from his belt and putting it in Zhao Xi's hand, "Come on, take this, this is your reward."

The jade pendant is lustrous in color, full of water color, and it is cold and refreshing, and there is a pattern of a horned dragon entering the cloud on it, which is not an ordinary thing at first glance.

Zhao Xi held it in her hand and didn't speak yet. Zhao Xuan looked at it clearly. He couldn't help but stared, and scolded bitterly, "Hey brother, how can you receive such preciousness as a child's house..."

Halfway through the conversation, Yun Song stood beside him and glanced sideways at Zhao Xuan, with a clear warning in his eyes.

Zhao Xuan's heart shuddered, and he kept silent.

Zhao Xi held the jade pendant and looked at it, squinting her big eyes into a crescent moon, smiling and squinting her hands together with a pair of small fleshy palms, and bowed to Gao Hong, "Zhao Xi thanks Xiaojun Wang for his reward."

Gao Hong saw the little baby in front of him with red lips and white teeth. He acted generously and innocently*, much more pleasing than some of his younger brothers. He couldn't help but praised him and helped Zhao Xi up.

"Hehe, it's really rich and wealthy, Rongxiaojun Wang, who is just a good thing at hand, makes us people poor."

With the voice, the stone-blue clothes and shadows came from the outside, the eyes were elegant, the look was as gentle as jade, and the voice was as sweet as jade strikes. It was Pei Chong, the second son of the Pei family.

As soon as he entered the study, Pei Chong stared for a moment and saw the simple furnishings here. He knew what he knew, with a smile on his face. He walked to the side of Gao Hong and looked for a chair to sit down. He quickly noticed the slight difference here. , Squinted his eyes and looked around, and praised him, "Little Zhao Xi's study is very well cleaned."

After hearing this, Zhao Huan felt uncomfortable, and only then took these people to visit his study room. He wanted to offer a treasure, and he wanted to take out the original copy of the former Confucian scholar, but was pushed by Cousin Yun. How did he get to this little concubine’s dilapidated study room? Give him a face like this?

Zhao Xuan gloomily aimed at Zhao Xi, hum, little things, they will act like a coquettish and be cute! Well, yes, the cousin and the others are just trying to tease the children with polite words, where is this kid really clever!

Zhao Huan actually didn’t want to stay in this shabby study room, but these people didn’t mean to leave. He had to accompany him. There were only three chairs in the house, two were already occupied, and one was still there. Yunsong, standing by the bookshelf, thought to his cousin.

Zhao Huan walked to the small couch under the window and sat on it. Seeing that there was an open book on the couch, he picked it up and looked at it at will. It turned out to be the Chronicles of the Great Merchants.

Zhao Huan laughed out loud, "Second brother, how old you are, it looks like Shi Ji has come. I will tell Mr. Lu carefully, and he will definitely blame you for being too lofty."

Even Zhao Xuan himself hasn't read the official history. Although he has free time, he also uses it to read poems, otherwise he can read some small forbidden books and the like. Who has that leisurely reading of the Records of the History!

This collapsed Dashang Shiji was what Jiang Ying had seen before. Because of the hurried coming out, he didn’t have time to return to the bookshelf, but was taken by Zhao Huan to talk about it. In fact, Zhao Huan didn’t have any serious intentions, just that he was a little unbalanced in his heart. Reprimand the younger brother with a few words to make up.

Zhao Xi blinked, pursed her lips, half-dropped her head, and looked at the gentleman Pei Chong, who knew what was wrong. He gave Xiaodouding Zhao Xi a hug, and said with a smile, "The kid is curious," There are also books. This room is always available for people to read."

It is said that it is quite common for a boy of the fourteenth five-year plan to hold a five-year-old baby in his arms, but it is a sign of intimacy, but Zhao Xi feels extremely uncomfortable.

He smelled the faint mint fragrance at the end of his nose, and a warm hand was placed on his shoulders, which made his body slightly stiff, as if a strip of spiny caterpillars crawled up and down in his heart, he wished to break free and ran out of the study.

Yun Song listened to his future brother-in-law's words, and his eyes swept across the lower corner of the bookcase side. The small wooden strips over there were written legendary and wild history, and there were a neat row of books in it. The title of the book was sensational. What do you think? Chun Lou Meng, Jiao Xuemei, the history of marriage.

Yunsong smiled without saying a word. I thought that Zhao Xi was a child, this Zhao family cousin really ignored it.

Zhao Xi raised her eyes and saw Li Hong came into the room holding a tray, her eyes brightened, and she smiled, "Sister Lihong is bringing tea. I'll give the brothers tea."

The small body rushed over to pick up the tray, Li Hong dared not really let Zhao Xi touch it, only shook his head, and steadily placed the teapot, cups and a few snacks on the table.

The scent of tea was diffused in the room, and Yunsong watched Li Hong's steady and gentle movements, thinking that this is what a maid should be like.

After receiving the cup of tea, he smiled and asked, "Cousin Xi, is this this good handwriting?"

Li Hong was stunned, and when he saw the direction Yun Song was pointing, he hurriedly said, "Not written by the slave servant..."

Zhao Xi felt that she was about to confess Jiang Ying in the next sentence, and quickly followed up, "Sister Lihong, quickly pour tea for Brother Pei, Junwang, and my brother. The tea will get cold after a while."

Pei Chong was amused, "This bunch of brothers, it's hard for the Zhao family to be called Delicate."

Several people in the room laughed, but heard a bang from the courtyard, but the sound of broken porcelain, accompanied by a woman's scream.

Everyone didn't know what was going on, they got up and looked at it.

ps:

Pei Er: What do you mean, Xiaodouding?

Zhao Xi (righteously): Uncle, you will cause me to be misunderstood like this!

Pei Er (molar teeth):. . .

The King of the County

Jiang Ying (wondering ): Did I miss something?