Water Margin official

Zhang Liu knocked on the door knocker to open the door. Just a moment later, the door was opened. A woman wearing a light red cardigan opened the door and poked her head out to look around.

"Who is shouting so urgently?" The woman seemed a little impatient.

Zhang Liu smiled and said: "Mother Dong, you are still awake. Our senior officials are here and you are still waiting for them."

Mother Dong raised her head and saw Zhang Zhengdao, who was looking at her with his eyes.

The annoying expression immediately changed into an eager expression. He opened the door and said with a smile on his face: "It turns out that the official has arrived. Please sit in the room quickly. I will call Jin right away."

Sister, get up and freshen up."

Mother Dong welcomed Zhang Zhengdao into the house and locked Zhang Liu out of the room with her backhand.

Standing on the long street, Zhang Liu was not angry. He just scratched the back of his head and said to himself: "You really know how to read people's dishes."

Knowing that as long as his family's senior officials entered the Dong family's courtyard, they would not want to come out for a while, Zhang Liu laughed evilly, bumped his money bag, and headed towards another courtyard on the long street.

Go.

Let’s not mention Zhang Liu for the moment, let’s say that Zhang Zhengdao entered the house, sat in the hall on this floor, and looked around.

Mother Dong gave Zhang Zhengdao a bowl of fragrant tea and said with a smile: "Master, please rest for now. I will go upstairs to ask Sister Jin to get up and wash herself."

Zhang Zhengdao nodded and said nothing.

Mother Dong quickly went upstairs to wake up Dong Jin'er.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Zhengdao sat on a stool and looked at the decoration in the room. It didn't look like a wealthy family, but it was neatly tidied up, which made him feel comfortable.

After a while, Dong's mother came downstairs and said with a smile: "I've kept you waiting, I'll go upstairs with you."

Zhang Zhengdao was stunned for a moment, why did these words sound so familiar to him, and then he suddenly realized that Dong’s mother had missed the word "Asi", so no wonder it sounded familiar.

At this moment, Zhang Zhengdao realized that this Dong Jin'er might be the concubine he kept outside, or at worst, she was just a girl in a hookhouse, supported by him with money.

After thinking about what Wang Po said just now, I am even more convinced of this.

Zhang Zhengdao stood up and said with a smile: "I have my mother, Mr. Dong."

Mother Dong was stunned for a moment. The two officials of the Zhang family had interacted with each other many times. When did they learn to be so polite?

Zhang Zhengdao followed her upstairs, and saw that the first half of the room was filled with tables, chairs, and benches, and it was quite bright with candles in his hands.

There is a screen in the middle, and you can't see anything behind the screen. You can only hear the sound of water, obviously you are washing yourself.

Mother Dong called out: "Sister Jin, the official is here, why don't you come out and wait on me quickly?"

After saying that, he went downstairs.

Zhang Zhengdao stood in the room, waiting quietly for Sister Dong to come out.

The sound of water stopped, and a beautiful lady came out from behind the screen.

Zhang Zhengdao observed carefully and saw that Dong Jin'er was about eighteen or nineteen years old, in the prime of life. His head was covered with pearls and emeralds, and his body was covered with silk.

She is wearing a light green low-collar double-breasted silk jacket, with slits in the arms and knee length. The breasts hang naturally, without ties or buttons. The front is open, and the tube top is slightly exposed. A career line is eye-catching.

Eyes.

Look at her face again. Her skin is fair and melon-seed-faced, and she is rouged with rouge. She has two thin eyebrows that seem to have been carefully sculpted. She has a pair of beautiful eyes that look aloof, her nose is slightly wrinkled, and her lips are red.

, she is indeed a beautiful person.

Looking at her figure again, she is neither short nor long, neither fat nor thin.

Although it can't be said to be a beautiful city, it is still quite charming.

Sister Dong looked at Zhang Zhengdao staring at her stupidly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and said coldly: "My lord, please take a seat."

Zhang Zhengdao frowned. This beauty's tone seemed not to be very enthusiastic to him.

"What is going on? Let me test it out." Zhang Zhengdao thought to himself, then chuckled, bowed deeply to Sister Dong, and said: "Madam, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I miss you husband very much."
Dong Jin'er was even more disgusted, how could this dog-skin plaster be so frivolous?

It was because of Dong's mother's face and because he was generous with money every time he came here that she didn't kick him out of the house.

"The officials are joking." Sister Dong said nonchalantly, and without greeting him, minding her own business, she actually took out a book from the room and sat on a stool to read it by candlelight.

Something was wrong. When Zhang Zhengdao saw that the woman was still trying to figure it out, he took a step further, sat down next to her, and asked with a smile: "Madam, what are you reading?"

Seeing that he was getting closer, Dong Jin'er was a little dissatisfied. He sat back and said coldly: "Of course officials don't understand this, and neither do you."

Zhang Zhengdao was sure this time. Dong Jin'er was very cold and unfaithful towards him. It must be that his predecessor was a licking dog.

It's a pity that King Xiang is interested, but the goddess is ruthless.

"It's really embarrassing. Let's see how the high officials can fight for you." Zhang Zhengdao made up his mind and glanced at the title of the book. Dong Jin'er was reading Liu Yong's "Collection of Movements".

I understand instantly, it turns out that this girl likes this tone.

"Although Liu Sanbian's poems are written in a harmonious tone, they contain more words of sorrow and resentment, and words of promiscuous women. They are also better than delicate words, and are close to slang, so they are widely sung.

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As soon as Zhang Zhengdao said these words, Dong Jin'er, who was studying poetry attentively, was stunned. When did this prodigal gain literary talent?

He raised his eyes and saw Zhang Zhengdao shaking his head and saying: "Madam, writing poetry is not a difficult task."

After hearing this, Dong Jin'er felt even more contempt for this vulgar person who couldn't even read a few Chinese characters.

"Get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the officer will write a poem for you." Zhang Zhengdao said seriously.

Dong Jin'er felt contempt in his heart, but he stood up and walked around the screen to bring out his set of calligraphy.

Spreading a piece of rice paper, dipping his pen in ink, Zhang Zhengdao thought for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he thought, let’s copy this poem.

Immediately, I saw him burying his head, writing with great strokes, and a poem jumped out on the paper.

After writing more than a hundred words eloquently, Zhang Zhengdao threw the pen on the table, then smiled at Dong Jin'er and gave another salute: "Madam, farewell."

After saying that, he went downstairs with his head held high and left alone.

Dong Jin'er lowered his head and glanced at the rice paper on the table, and his disgust surfaced undisguisedly. What kind of calligraphy was written by this vulgar person? It was crooked and there were two smears, which were obviously typos.

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Picking up the rice paper, Dong Jin'er wanted to crush the paper, tear it into pieces, and then throw it away.

Just when his hands were about to tear it apart, he was stunned.

Dong Jin'er hurriedly put the paper in his hand on the table again, and read out the poem written by Zhang Zhengdao by the candlelight.

"Looking and looking, it's deserted and desolate. It's the hardest time to take a breath when it's warm and then cold. How can three cups and two light wines defeat him? The wind is coming late at night? The wild goose is passing by, just sad, but it's

We were acquaintances in the past." Thinking of this, Dong Jin'er breathed a little quickly, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

Dong Jin'er looked down again, and then chanted: "The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. They are haggard and damaged, who is worthy of picking them now? How can you be alone in the dark when you are guarding the window? The phoenix trees are also drizzled, and at dusk, they drop bit by bit.

This time, how can I say "sorrow"?"

"This time, how can there be such a thing as sorrow!" Dong Jin'er murmured to himself, and for a moment, he was stunned and stunned.