Chapter 240 Who says men are inferior to mothers (5,000 words long chapter)

Author: Bachelor in White

Chapter 240 Who says men are inferior to mothers (5,000 words long chapter)

Ximen Bei's book is quite popular in a certain small circle.

Several of his works were even excerpted and used as textbooks in academies.

Zheng Xiu glanced at the message on the brocade box in the basket.

Um?

"Mrs. Jiang Gaoyi is actually a loyal reader of Ximen Bei, and she gave him a sapphire paperweight as a gift."

"Can I go in and wait for Mr. Ximen to return?"

Although Zheng Xiu became the prince, he did not use his power to overwhelm others.

The boy was worried when he heard this: "But the teacher goes out to collect materials, which can take as short as three to five days, or as long as a few months... I am afraid that the prince will not be able to wait for the teacher to come back."

"It's okay, I'll just go in and take a look."

Zheng Xiu took a step forward as he spoke, and the young book boy made a crying dolphin sound from his mouth: "Your Majesty, you must not do it, you must not do it, the teacher will scold him to death when he comes back!"

It seems that Ximen Bei had warned no one to enter his study, but today the person who came was the prince of the dynasty. The scholar had a low status and could not stop him, so he was in such a difficult situation.

"In that case." Zheng Xiu stopped and walked out of the door: "I will visit you another day."

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, Zheng Xiu blew a whistle, and Qing Shisan came as invited. He silently stretched out his hand and tapped the boy's neck lightly, knocking the boy down, who was helpless.

After Qing Shisan put down the book boy, he blew out a puff of smoke. The smoke instantly enveloped the courtyard, and the wisps of smoke were like hands, closing the courtyard door tightly.

"My lord, what are you doing..." Qing Shisan put down the bookboy, blew the smoke to set off the barrier, and closed the courtyard door tightly. This action was so skillful that it was heartbreaking, and he did it in one go. Then he frowned and said, "Trespassing into a private house?"

Zheng Xiu squinted his eyes and smiled: "Isn't it the king's land in the whole world?"

Qing Shisan was speechless: "But Your Majesty, your land is in Shuzhou."

"Almost, almost. Don't worry about such details."

Zheng Xiu knew Qing Shisan. This Qing Biao was a pure talker. If he really wanted to have sex, he would do it more happily than anyone else. There was a lock on the door, Zheng Xiu weighed it, and was about to let Qing Shisan

Thinking of a way, the window on the side was already unlocked from the inside, and the "other" Qing Shisan smiled and waved to the Red King: "Your Majesty, this way!"

Zheng Xiu was stunned: "My majestic King Qianchi, you want me to climb in through the window?"

"Okay! Then Qing Mou will kick the door open!" Qing Shisan said while standing outside the house and raised his legs.

Zheng Xiu immediately jumped in from the window.

After entering Ximen Bei's study, Qing Shisan had already walked around the room and opened all the windows for ventilation.

"Your Majesty, there is indeed no one inside."

"I know."

Zheng Xiu looked at the inner room, which was elegantly decorated. There were several unnamed paintings hanging on the walls and many antiques on the bookshelves. The whole study had an antique flavor, which was quite in line with Zheng Xiu's concept of "literati".

"impression.

This is what a "literati" is. The level of a literati like Mo Jiu who only knows how to copy books is too low, and he smells like a copycat. If you have a chance another day, you should order some of that kid.

Zheng Xiu thought about it and turned around, but didn't find anything strange. There was a long case in the study. There were many papers scattered on the case, some were folded into a pile. There were pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the corner of the table. Obviously, this was Ximen Bei's usual place.

A place of creation.

The pile of paper on the table is Ximen Bei's unfinished new book. The title is "Exin Juan Xiu". Zheng Xiu is trying to read it.

"E Xin Juan Xiu" tells the story of a "Xiu'e".

Xiu'e grew up in a remote mountain village.

A kind of sweet fruit is grown all over the mountains and fields in the village. The villagers can't eat it all, and many of them rot in the ground every year.

One year, a young man named "Dadi" decided to help his fellow villagers get rich by selling sweet fruits. He ran away for three years, met many people, and bought sweet fruits at a price of six cents per catty.

Xiu'e accidentally discovered that the young man Dadi had made a profit by buying sweet fruits. The sweet fruits sold by Dadi outside were sold at "seven cents" per pound. So the upright Xiu'e scolded the young man in front of the villagers and elders, saying that he was making money from the villagers.

Black money.

The villagers yelled and cursed, scolding the young people for not making money from the villagers and elders.

Dadi felt aggrieved, quit working in anger, and left the village. Seeing that no one cared about the sweet fruits all over the mountains and plains, the villagers scratched their heads. At this time, the kind-hearted Xiu'e stood up bravely and promised to find a way to

Sweet fruits were sold. After she entered the city, she discovered that something was wrong. It turned out that sweet fruits were being grown in the surrounding mountains. The purchase price of sweet fruits in the city was getting lower and lower. Seven cents was the price in the early years. Now there are

In the mountains, it even sells for only five cents a pound.

Xiu'e remembered her promise to the villagers, so she gritted her teeth and approached the local wealthy businessman. The old wealthy businessman, attracted by Xiu'e's beauty, proposed to take Xiu'e as his concubine. Xiu'e gritted her teeth and agreed. Because of Xiu'e's sacrifice, the villagers

The sweet fruit was finally sold for seven cents.

The good times did not last long, and the second year there was an overflow of sweet fruits. The rich man was not happy and thought it was a loss-making business, so he sold Xiu'e to a brothel. Xiu'e cried in tears every day in the brothel, but she worked hard to make money by accepting customers.

, I always buy the sweet fruits from the villagers at the price of seven cents.

A few years later, Young Dadi reunited with Xiu'e in a brothel. After learning Xiu'e's tragic story, he cried bitterly and the two embraced each other. Young Dadi chose to forgive her on the spot. Her troubles over the years

The wandering was just like her going out to experience things, and the two finally returned to the simple mountain village and lived a life without fighting against the world.

…

Reading time always flies by so fast.

Time passed quietly with the sound of turning pages.

"My lord, why are you crying?"

When Qing Shisan's puzzled voice sounded in his ears, Zheng Xiu came back to his senses, stared blankly at the confused Qing Pi, and said to himself: "Yeah, why the hell am I crying?"

He touched his face, it was wet and salty, if not for anything else, it was tears.

Zheng Xiu put down the pile of drafts in shock and said in surprise: "Hey, that's not right, why should I cry?!"

There was something wrong with Zheng Xiu's surprised and suspicious voice. Qing Shisan picked up the draft in confusion and read it patiently.

Qing Shisan was wiping tears while reading.

In the end, the two of them looked at each other: "Why are we crying?"

After a while, a chill came over him, and Zheng Xiu was so frightened that he took a few steps back and stared at the draft on the table warily.

Qing Shisan’s reaction was similar to Zheng Xiu’s.

It stands to reason that the stories written in the book cannot be sympathized with. It is not so much that Zheng Xiu sympathized with the stories in it, but rather... was contaminated by the plot in it.

hiss……

After calming down, Qing Shisan looked solemn, stared at the pile of drafts with murderous eyes, and said a four-word evaluation: "Extraordinary."

Zheng Xiu also nodded with lingering fear. It seemed that he could no longer read this guy's book.

Qing Shisan asked: "My lord, do you suspect that he is...?"

Zheng Xiu smiled bitterly: "Everyone looks like a candle to me now."

"My lord, you are sick."

When Qing Shisan heard this, he didn't realize that it was the prince who was being suspicious and sighed.

"It's not a bad thing to be cautious."

Qing Shisan understood and nodded vigorously: "I'll let the brothers keep an eye on it."

The matter was settled in a few words between the master and the servant.

After Zheng Xiu and Qing Shisan left, it took a while for the book boy to wake up staggeringly. When he woke up, he found that he had fallen asleep on the stone table in the yard. He was so frightened that he looked towards the study door lock.

I went there and found that the door and windows of the study were properly closed, which made me feel relieved.

Just like what Zheng Xiu said to Qing Shisan, since the "Night Lord" disappeared, he is indeed a little suspicious now, seeing that everyone looks like Zhu. But if Zheng Xiu's guess was right at the beginning, Zhu should be

I dare not approach the imperial city. It is unlikely that Ximen Bei is Zhu.

Regardless of whether Ximen Bei is a natural stranger or not, the "literary" path he follows means that the things he writes have strange lethality. He can calmly arouse the emotions of Zheng Xiu and Qing Shisan through words. This is

It's a different kind of "scary".

"It is not necessary to use a knife to kill someone."

Later, when Zheng Xiu told Feng Bei about this incident, he was quite sad and lamented: "Literati, painters, chess players, officials, doctors, some of the top nine schools look gentle and weak, but in fact they have a different kind of terrifying

Wherever you kill people, you can kill people. When you kill people, you can also kill people."

"Weak...powerless?" Feng Bei heard this and slowly asked a question: "But half of the city collapsed with one punch."

Zheng Xiu didn't answer, thinking to himself: "The same is true for painters, even more so."

Feng Bei refused: "But you destroyed half the city with one punch."

"Meow, meow, meow, meow!"

[Fool, fool, fool!]

The orange cat smiled and rolled on the ground.

Zheng Xiu reasonably suspected that the orange cat was not completely drunk that night when he and Wei Chen had dinner. He remembered Zheng Xiu calling him a silly cat, and now he was trying to get revenge on him.
To be continued...