Chapter 7: Studying Characters in Sandalwood Clouds in the Night
In Jishi Hall, a light and sweet voice came out.
"Zhang San next door is in a miserable situation. He has no food to eat."
Tan Yun held a feather duster, hummed a tune in his mouth, and happily swept the dust on the counter: "The blame for this situation is only due to laziness and playfulness."
"Tan Yun, Tan Yun, you are really becoming more and more diligent."
Tan Yun put down the feather duster, then looked at the couplet on the wall, and said quietly: "The writing of this word is so-so, but it is still eye-catching..."
"Can you understand?"
At this moment, a voice sounded from behind.
Tan Yun was startled. He turned around and saw that it was An Jing. He patted his chest and said, "Uncle, you scared me!"
"This is my proud work."
An Jing looked at the wall and said slowly.
I wish there was no suffering in the world, I would rather take medicine and live in dust.
This couplet is written in cursive script, which is rarely understandable. The old scholar who came last month didn't even recognize what character it was.
Tan Yun joined the Demon Sect since she was a child. She was taught martial arts step by step by her seniors from the Demon Sect. It was very simple for her to kill a few people. As for the words, she only knew the word "Demon Sect". How could she recognize the words in front of her?
Complex writing?
As for the maid who became the leader, she was also temporarily dispatched by the leader of the Renzong. Zhao Qingmei's personal maid was Suzaku...
No, if this little doctor knew that he was illiterate, he might laugh at me...
Tan Yun laughed twice and said with a serious face: "Uncle, my lady comes from a well-known family. She has been practicing calligraphy since she was a child. I have followed her for so many years, and knowing these words is nothing special."
"sharp!"
An Jing gave a thumbs up, but said with emotion in his heart: As expected of a famous family, even a maid is so talented, one has to sigh, "A maid as talented as you..."
"
"Uncle, the lady has already prepared the food. Let's eat quickly."
Before An Jing finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tan Yun, who was dancing happily: "Miss, you have been busy since the morning. Don't let her down."
"Really? I'm going to take a look now. I've left this bunch of candied haws for you."
An Jing was also full of expectations and walked quickly towards the back hall.
Watching An Jing leave, Tan Yun breathed a sigh of relief, "I almost ruined my reputation for the rest of my life."
.........
An Jing and Tan Yun sat at the table eagerly, and soon Zhao Qingmei brought out plates of delicious food.
The dishes include stir-fried leeks, braised pork with spring bamboo shoots, sweet and sour carp, and braised tofu.
"Madam, that's enough. Let's sit down and eat."
An Jing looked at the dishes on the table and felt a lump in his throat.
“There is also a pork ribs and winter melon soup.”
Zhao Qingmei finally served a pot of pork rib soup with freshly sprinkled chives floating on top, giving it a fragrant aroma.
"Uncle, let me pour you some wine."
Tan Yun quickly picked up the wine bottle next to him and obediently poured a small cup for An Jing.
An Jing drank the sake in the glass in one sip, and felt a sense of satisfaction.
A month ago, he was still alone. Unexpectedly, a month later, he would have such a virtuous, gentle, and beautiful wife in his family.
"Husband, please try it."
Zhao Qingmei picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in Anjing's bowl, "It has been stewed for more than an hour. It should be delicious."
“It’s delicious, melts in your mouth, fat but not greasy.”
An Jing took a bite of the braised pork and didn't expect that Zhao Qingmei's cooking would be so delicious.
Seeing An Jing's satisfied expression, Zhao Qingmei's heart was filled with happiness.
"Husband, I have something to discuss with you."
"Whatever it is, just say it."
"You are the only doctor in this medical clinic. It is always busy, and if you encounter some female patients, it will be somewhat troublesome. Why don't you let Tan Yun learn some medical skills behind you in the future, so that you can share the burden on you.
"Zhao Qingmei said slowly.
Tan Yun, who was enjoying his meal, raised his head and looked at Zhao Qingmei in confusion.
Leader, why haven't you discussed this with me before?
An Jing chuckled lightly, "Since Madam said this, it's all right. Tan Yun is smart, smart, and has a lot of blog posts. She must be a good candidate to study medicine, as long as she is willing."
"She will definitely be willing." Zhao Qingmei smiled slightly and looked at Tan Yun.
"Little...Tan Yun is willing."
Tan Yun showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and then said: "Uncle, we just got married, and you are quite busy, so why don't we talk about it in half a month."
"That's fine."
An Jing thought for a while and replied.
Zhao Qingmei nodded with satisfaction. With Tan Yun here, Anjing would be able to stay away from those warblers, and she would have an extra pair of eyes.
After they had had enough wine and food, the task of cleaning the dishes naturally fell on Tan Yun.
The waning moon hangs high, and the stars are few and far between.
"Husband~!"
Zhao Qingmei's voice is very nice, but also has a lingering sound.
Then he grabbed An Jing and got into the room.
An Jing only felt a warmth coming up and starting to burn on his body surface. Looking at such a beautiful face in his arms, how could he not understand?
........
Night, silent.
In Spring Breeze Alley.
"What's going on here? I can still drink. Come on, let's have a few more drinks."
Zhou Xianmin carried a wine jar and walked drunkenly toward his home.
This week Xianming is none other than the storyteller in the teahouse.
Literary people have been quite romantic since ancient times. He has nothing to do on weekdays. Apart from earning some money by storytelling in teahouses, he just indulges in being romantic and happy in various flower houses.
"Clang!"
Zhou Xianming kicked open the door of his courtyard and stepped into his house.
"do not move!"
Suddenly, a shining blade was placed across his neck. As long as he took one more step forward, the blade would cut off his head.
Zhou Xianming sobered up in an instant and broke into a cold sweat.
"Sir...please spare my life."
"Come in first and then talk."
Zhou Xianming swallowed his saliva and did not dare to shout loudly, so he had to walk closer to the house.
I saw a figure in black clothes inside the room, holding a bright blade in his hand, standing upright next to the table.
Although Zhou Xianming is a storyteller, he is a scholar with no power. Seeing this scene, his body has long been limp on the ground, crying: "My hero, please spare my life, my hero, I am just
A poor scholar......"
"A scholar is right."
The voice of the man in black was hoarse, dry, and very unpleasant.
"Scholar?"
Zhou Xianming was stunned for a moment, a little confused. Are you picking people to rob your house and rob your house now?
"Do you know this book?" The man in black took out a book.
"I know, this is an enlightenment book for schoolchildren in the Yan Kingdom." Zhou Xianming picked up the book on the ground and said honestly.
"Teach me." The man in black said.
"ah!?"
Zhou Xianming thought he had heard wrongly. This person actually asked him to teach the schoolboy some enlightenment books.
Is this a different kind of test?
"I said, start teaching me the simplest words above." The man in black said coldly.
"Okay, okay." Zhou Xianming said quickly: "As long as the hero doesn't kill Zhou, Zhou's seven-foot body can be controlled at will."
Afterwards, Zhou Xianming lit the candle and opened the enlightenment book.
Under the weak candlelight, Zhou Xianming began to enlighten the men in black.
"Let's start with the simplest column number. The word is 'one'."
"I see."
"The character is 'two'."
"continue."
"The character is 'three'."
"It seems that literacy is not difficult. I already know how to write 'four'."
The man in black chuckled lightly, with a bit of pride in his words.