The Romance of a Gentleman in the Sui and Tang Dynasties Chapter 9 I can't hear the son reading at night, I always feel that there is something missing in my life)
Chapter 9 I can't hear the son reading at night, I always feel that there is something missing in my life)
Chapter 9
Think about the era of great chaos that will come in a few years. A defeated dog that can run a mile or two before collapsing on the ground from exhaustion is simply not qualified to live in such a great era.
"Zhili!" Yang Qian raised his head, abdominal breathing and his soft abdominal muscles began to move.
"Young master, what are your orders?"
"Go and bring me two stone locks. Master, I want to keep fit and exercise."
Zhili almost choked on his food and stared blankly at this fighting young man, his eyes filled with tears.
He couldn't let anyone live anymore. He ate dinner so much that his eyes turned white. He wanted to just find a place to lie down and rub his belly to calm down. But the young master asked him to pick up stone locks to strengthen his body...
"Sir, it's so late. I just had a full meal. How about another day..."
"Zhili, this mentality of yours is very bad. You can't be lazy as a human being. Today's work must be done today. Go quickly..."
Facing the young master's righteous reprimand, Zhili could only express his guilt with a mournful face, and then went to get the heavy stone lock for the young master in disgrace.
Zhili panted and brought the stone lock over. Yang Qiangang enthusiastically reached out to pick up the stone lock and tried it with his hands, but his expression suddenly changed.
"Mr., you have done nothing wrong, right?"
Zhili, who was out of breath, clearly saw that the young master's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his forehead were pounding. His heart suddenly hung up, and his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.
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Yang Qian put down the stone lock with great melancholy, as if the owner of a barbecue stall had brought him a fragrant grilled fish, picked up his chopsticks and was about to devour it.
As a result, a crow flew across the sky, and a smelly, large and high-quality bird droppings fell into the deliciously delicious grilled fish plate...
That's right, this system is just like the crow's bird excrement, and it suddenly becomes a monster.
Mission release: Read "Spring and Autumn" at night, read "Zuo's Spring and Autumn" for two quarters of an hour every night, progress 0/100%. Mission reward: a treasure box.
Staring blankly at the eye-catching neon flashing fonts in the sea of consciousness, Yang Qian felt that he no longer had a headache but a pain in his waist.
System's coquettishness, he no longer hit his waist with the back of his head, but stabbed himself in the waist with a knife.
Glancing at the stone lock he had just put down, Yang Qian said feebly, "Zhili, please bring me "Zuo's Spring and Autumn Annals" for Young Master. I want to study."
"???" Hearing this, Zhili's eyes fell on the stone lock that he had worked so hard to carry, and he burst into tears. "Young master, you don't want to practice stone lock anymore?"
Looking at his confidant Shu Tong who was about to cry out of frustration, Yang Qian glanced at Shi Suo and then looked at the task requirements subconsciously.
"How is it possible? Today, sir, I will show you how a man with both civil and military skills reads the Spring and Autumn Annals at night."
Zhili sat in front of the valuable Jiaowei Qin and looked at Young Master Yang Qian with a twisted expression.
But I saw that the young master, who claimed to be both civilized and military, was moving up and down with the stone lock in his left hand, and the book "Zuo Shi Chun Qiu" in his right hand, shaking his head and reading.
It seems that the young master's illness has improved, and even the habit of reading at night has begun to recover.
But the problem is, reading and playing with stone locks at the same time, this style of painting makes Zhili feel extremely awkward, even distorted.
"In the eighth month, people were ordered to attack the barbarians. The barbarians did not complain, so there was no book.
You Fei. If you are not worried about disaster, you will not write.
In the ninth year of Hui Gong's reign, he defeated the Song army in Huang. Gong Gong was seeking success. In the ninth month, the Song people allied themselves with each other in Su, and the alliance began..."
After reading this, he didn't hear the sound of the piano for a long time. Yang Qian turned his head and saw Zhili squatting in front of the Jiaowei Qin with a dumbfounded look.
"Zhili, why are you standing there stunned?"
"I'm just happy for you, Master..."
"Happy? Then why does your expression look like a ghost? Can this be called happy?"
"Uh...little man, I am too happy. I didn't expect that you, sir, would even resume the habit of reading at night by holding a candle."
Zhili tried his best to show that he was sincerely happy for the young master, which made Yang Qian fall into an awkward silence.
What is going on in this world? Studying in the middle of the night is not normal at all. It’s not like you have to take the college entrance examination. Why?
It's a pity that no matter how much resentment Yang Qian has, he can only succumb to the system that operates to the extreme. He learns from the martial sage Guan Yu and reads "Spring and Autumn" by candlelight at night, and the total number of words is a full twenty-five.
The 60,000-word "Zuo Shi Chun Qiu".
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"... When the uncle finished, he gathered together, repaired his armor, prepared his troops, prepared his pawns, and rode them. He was about to attack Zheng, and his wife was about to start the attack. When the Duke heard about it, he said: 'That's it!'
Mingzi appointed the commander of the army with two hundred chariots to attack the capital. The capital rebelled against his uncle Duan, and Duan entered Yan. The public attacked all the Yans. In the fifth month of Xinchou, the uncle fled to join the Communist Party.
The book says: "Zheng Bo Duan Yu Yan." Duan is not a younger brother, so he does not talk about his younger brother; he is like the two kings, so he is called Ke; calling him Uncle Zheng is a mockery of the lack of education: he calls him Zheng Zhi. He runs away without saying anything, which is difficult...
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At this moment, in a house not far from Yang Qian's courtyard, two people who couldn't sleep because of their age were having a drink. Steward Chen and Uncle Song, the bragging and farting man, both raised their ears in unison.
"Brother, listen, that is..." Manager Chen pointed hesitantly in the direction of the courtyard where Yang Qian was and said in confusion.
"That's right, this should be the young master's return to the habit of reading at night." Uncle Song, the butler, raised his wine glass with a look of relief on his face, touched it lightly with Steward Chen, drank it all, and shook his head.
"No wonder why I always feel like something is missing these days. It turns out that I am missing the sound of Young Master reading at night..."
"What Xiongtai said is absolutely true. Only diligent people like the Young Master who study hard day and night can be so knowledgeable and talented."
While the two old men continued to drink, they were filled with emotion. They had no idea that Mr. Yang, who was studying at night, would be worse off than dead.
Finally, after reading for two quarters of an hour, when the words "Today's mission completed" appeared, Yang Qian, whose arms were already sore from practice, put down the stone lock in his hand like a heavy load, threw away "Zuo's Spring and Autumn", and threw away his
He threw it directly on the couch.
Ignoring Na Zhili's reminder that he had to wash up again, Mr. Yang was so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger and went straight to the night meeting with Duke Zhou...
Seeing that the young master was snoring loudly after just a few breaths, Zhili wisely stopped gibbering, covered Yang Qian with a thin quilt, and blew out the candle.
Then he closed the door and left.
After breakfast, it was rare that the weather was fine. Yang Qian led Zhili out of the mansion. Outside the mansion, there was a pastoral scene with chickens and dogs chatting, and farmers were hard at work.
Children were running and laughing in the mountains to the sound of dogs barking, or driving cattle and sheep to graze.
Occasionally, when farmers passing by saw the cold-faced and soft-hearted eldest son of the Yang family on patrol, they would quickly avoid the road and salute, without even daring to raise their eyelids.
Yang Qian originally wanted to reach out to help him, but Zhili took away all the work, and kept preaching that his young master had a cold face but a compassionate heart.
Yang Qian could only continue to maintain the image of a gentleman who stood aside and walked on the yellow mud road with a noble expression that regarded money as dirt and fame and wealth as floating clouds.