He raised his hand to touch her head, but after thinking about it, it felt inappropriate, so he touched it instead and gently scraped the tip of her delicate nose.
Although he has been really annoyed by this quirky little girl these past few days, she is the only person who is willing to be close to him since he came to this world.
He has always felt that there are two kinds of people in this world that he cannot let down, those who love him and those who hate him.
The little girl was stunned, her face turned red, she turned around hurriedly, grabbed the clothes and copper basin carried by the two maids accompanying her, lowered her head to avoid the man in front of her, and hurriedly got into the house.
Brother Rong'er has really changed, changed, changed, become weird, and a little annoying...
Seeing this, Zhao Rong clenched his fists and coughed lightly, smiled apologetically at the two stunned maids, and gently closed the door.
Turning around to look, Qian'er was standing in front of the washbasin in the house with her head down, busy, her back to him, her figure slender.
Zhao Rong walked towards her and said casually: "Why are you here so late today? Why don't you force me to go to morning exercises?"
Qian'er turned around, the blush on her face had faded, and she smiled lightly:
"Today is the old lady's 90th birthday. I am accompanying the young lady in the kitchen to make longevity noodles. The old lady loves the noodles made by the young lady the most."
After saying this, she handed the wooden brush with ointment on it to Zhao Rong.
"No wonder I thought it was some sort of festival when I asked how busy people were coming and going in the outer mansion these past two days."
He took the toothbrush-like thing and started washing in front of the copper basin.
"Brother Rong'er, do you want to make a bowl of longevity noodles?" Qian'er asked tentatively.
He looked back at her, saw that her expression was serious, and quickly shook his head.
Making noodles? Are you kidding me? Are you good at instant noodles? I'm good at this, Laotan pickled cabbage flavor.
"No! The gentleman is far away from the kitchen."
Seeing his refusal, Qian'er's mouth narrowed. You did this to me and my lady when we were young, and have you really forgotten who the old lady and I share the same birthday?!
Suddenly, she rolled her eyes and smiled slyly.
"Brother Rong'er~"
"uh-huh."
She quickly handed over the hot tea she was holding, and Zhao Rong took it and rinsed his mouth.
"Do you know what day it is today?"
"I don't know...it can't be your birthday, right?"
He took the hot, wrung-out handkerchief handed to him by the little girl and wiped his face.
Ah, it’s so comfortable. Is this the life of a rich kid in the evil feudal society? Why don’t I feel any guilt now? Alas, I’m still degenerate.
In fact, he refused at first. As a modern person, how could he be accustomed to this kind of luxurious life where he could reach out for clothes, open his mouth for food, and have someone take care of him when he was washing. However, under Qian'er's strong insistence, he was forced to join.
If you don’t have a habit, just develop a habit...
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that Qian'er seemed to be silent. He took off the towel from his face and took a look.
I saw Qian'er looking at me with a strange face. Is there something on my face?
"Well~ today is also Qian'er's birthday." She looked away, lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes, and said with a guilty conscience.
"Hey, what a coincidence." Zhao Rong said in surprise. "Then we have to celebrate!"
He walked back and forth and thought for a while, "How about taking you out to play today? Confucius Temple and Xishui Street are lively and full of things. Let's go have fun and eat some delicious food?"
In fact, he was going to visit the Imperial College today and pay homage to the teacher of Taixue, but these can be postponed. After all, the little girl's birthday is more important, and he had asked the teacher for a ten-day leave, and it was only half over.
Woolen cloth.
Qian'er's face was filled with joy, but then she became downcast. She waved her hands quickly, "No, no, today is the old lady's birthday. I will go to help the young lady later. There are many things to do, and..."
"Didn't Brother Rong'er say before, 'I'm sorry for my parents, it took a lot of work to give birth to me.' Qian'er's parents are not here, so her birthday can't be a lively one. Otherwise, why don't Brother Rong'er make a bowl of longevity noodles for Qian'er!"
After saying that, she glanced at Zhao Rong again.
Auntie, I really don’t know how to make noodles.
Zhao Rong looked at her helplessly, and his pitiful look was indeed unbearable.
"Qian'er, let me give you a birthday message." He suddenly raised his eyebrows.
Qian'er's eyes sparkled and she said, "Brother Rong'er wants to write lyrics for me?"
"Help me grind the ink!" Zhao Rong's eyebrows danced with excitement.
Seeing how confident he was, Qian'er suddenly became suspicious. She muttered, "Brother Rong'er is not going to write a limerick, right?"
However, the little girl still hurriedly ran to get an inkstone and ink sticks to grind the ink.
Zhao Rong returned to the bed and put on the clean Confucian shirt she had just brought. After putting it on, she found that the Confucian shirt today seemed a bit strange.
The material is still luxurious and fine, but the stitching workmanship is obviously much worse than what I wore before. Hey, why are the sleeves on both sides asymmetrical? Which third-rate tailor made this?
He was surprised for a while, but didn't take it to heart. After all, the clothes just made him feel uncomfortable, but it was difficult for outsiders to tell.
He shook his head, straightened his clothes, tied his headscarf, took out the black bird jade poem plaque and hung it on his waist. After thinking about it, he took out a white handkerchief from under the pillow and stuffed it into his arms, and then walked towards the desk.
On the other side, Qian'er has already prepared the ink and laid out the rice paper and brushes.
Zhao Rong came to the table, dipped his pen in ink, turned to look at the curious little girl next to him, smiled, and concentrated on writing.
His calligraphy skills are not only the memories inherited from his original body, but also the learning he had when he participated in the calligraphy club in college.
Although he struggled in college for four years and his grades were mediocre, calligraphy and ancient prose have always been his hobbies, and he even participated in the provincial calligraphy competition for two consecutive years.
He used running script this time. He wanted to use running script but was afraid that the little girl wouldn't be able to understand it because the history of this world was different from what he was familiar with in his previous life. Calligraphy had only developed into official script, cursive script and regular script, and there was no sign of running script even appearing.
…
Qian'er watched with wide eyes as he wrote on the rice paper in one go. This was a font she had never seen before, but she was not familiar with calligraphy, so she didn't pay much attention to it.
"Flushing neon clothes and enjoying autumn" Qian'er's jade lips opened slightly.
Is there a brand name like this? She tilted her little head.
Whether it was the Ziqi Pavilion where she stayed before or the holy place of practice where geniuses gathered in the state where she was now, she and the young lady had participated in many poetry clubs and literary societies organized by fellow seniors and sisters, and had also read many poetry collections.
After all, the Taoist thoughts of hundreds of schools of thought have spread widely in the mountains and have a huge influence. Most of the world of cultivation has been involved in this dispute between Taoism and Confucianism, and Confucianism is one of the three major schools among the hundreds of schools, not to mention the one who was
The realm of cultivation named by Confucian saints...
Therefore, Confucianism is almost a must for most monks.
Maybe it's just that I haven't seen it before. She stuck out her tongue. Soon her attention was attracted by the poem on the paper.
"Enjoy autumn. The late lotus flowers are decorated with round dewdrops. The wind is good, and several rows of new geese stick to the cold smoke. The silver springs tune the crisp pipes, and the Qiongzhu plucks the clear strings."
The girl frowned slightly and opened her jade lips slightly.
"Holding a toasting boat, and singing birthday greetings together. In a hundred years of life, it is easy to say goodbye, but there will be difficulties... It is easy to say goodbye, but there will be difficulties..."
For some reason, when she read this point, she suddenly stopped and murmured repeatedly. After a while, she took a deep breath and continued to read.
"On a quiet day, let's have a feast with our remaining guests. The starry frost makes our hair green, and the wind and dew caress our beautiful face... We cherish the happiness. Why not indulge in the beauty of the Jade Lord."
Just say one word.
She looked up at Zhao Rong, who was a head taller than her, biting her red lips, her eyes twinkling like stars.
Suddenly, the surroundings seemed a little brighter. There were obviously no windows in the house, but there was a sudden breeze, the curtains flew, and the pages of the book turned.
…
At the door of the Earl's Mansion, a tall old man who was inspecting the guests suddenly turned back and glanced inside the door.
…
On a corridor somewhere in the house, a man holding a sword, holding a foxtail in his mouth and leaning against the pillar with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.
He muttered something softly, tightened the sword in his arms, and closed his eyes again.
…
"How's it going? Do you like it?" Zhao Rong asked with a chuckle.
The girl didn't pay attention to the slender flying sword that "came to light" in the heart lake. She sniffed and said seriously: "Qian'er likes it very much."
A pearl fell from the corner of her eye, passing through the fair cheek with some baby fat, and finally stopped on the girl's pointed chin.
Zhao Rong was caught off guard. Wasn't he smiling a second ago? Why did he cry suddenly? Is this a woman? It's so scary.
"Brother Rong'er, the lady and I are leaving today."