"Sir..." Xiaoqiao opened the door sleepily and came in, rubbing her eyes and placing a large plate of custard cake on the table, "Your breakfast is here, the millet porridge is still being cooked, and I didn't make steamed buns today.
Only the custard cake can be eaten."
"Egg custard cake is a festive dessert here." Lu Sheng closed the window tightly and turned to look at Xiaoqiao.
We haven't seen this girl for a few months, but she has become more and more plump. Especially her small breasts, which are getting bigger and bigger. The white dress she is wearing is obviously not low-cut. It is forced to be bulging by this girl. Looking at it from above,
You can clearly see two white outlines and a deep ravine...
"Oh, the young master has a bad look!" Xiaoqiao pouted and covered her chest with her hands, "Qiao'er just realized that the clothes I brought over are all too small. She has been growing up so fast recently..."
Lu Sheng smiled. "I'll take you shopping later."
Xiaoqiao's face suddenly wrinkled.
"I still don't want it anymore. Our family is different now. My husband's medication expenses are almost not enough. There are so many places to spend money..."
Lu Sheng was stunned, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. The family had so little money that even Qiaoer was so sensible and knew how to save, but he didn't know it at all.
After Qiaoer came over, she stayed in one of the rooms in this house. She was a close girl anyway, and she would consummate the marriage sooner or later. If Lu Sheng was willing in the future, he would give her the status of a concubine, which would be regarded as a high offer.
Qiaoer's background was not good. Her father was a gambler. When he lost, he pushed his wife and children over him. As a result, he lost everything. Xiaoqiao and her mother were almost sold to a brothel, but they were killed by the kind-hearted Er Niang.
Liu Cuiyu spent money to buy it and paid off her debt.
But even so, Xiaoqiao's mother still couldn't get sick because of the previous troubles, and she died soon after. Qiaoer was left alone in Lu Mansion, and she regarded Lu family as her own home.
"I have to think of a way to make money..." Lu Sheng began to seriously treat this matter as a big deal.
He turned around and saw Qiaoer taking out another envelope from his arms.
"A messenger came just now and delivered a letter." Qiaoer put the letter on the table.
Lu Sheng walked over, picked up two pieces of custard cake with chopsticks, ate them, and picked up the letter. The place marked on the letter was the Lu family.
"It's a letter from home." He opened the envelope and looked at the paper.
The general idea was that the family had decided to move to Yanshan City, so Lu Sheng was told not to worry, as everything was going well there, and that he could prepare for the annual exam with peace of mind.
Shaking his head, Lu Sheng read the letter, put it away and put it in the desk drawer.
"Is today's medicine ready?" he asked Xiaoqiao. At the same time, he quickly ate the custard cake piled on the plate. He ate most of the more than 20 palm-sized custard cakes in just a few times.
"It's ready, just keep it in the medicine box. Young master, go and practice. Go early and come back early." Xiaoqiao said hurriedly, knowing that it would be Lu Sheng's daily practice time soon.
"kindness."
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Xiaoqiao quickly got up and opened the door. After a while, she heard the sound of her talking to someone outside the door, and then the sound of the door closing softly.
"Who is it?" Lu Sheng finished his breakfast and got up to change clothes and practice martial arts.
"It's a servant of the Song family, here to deliver the letter." Xiaoqiao handed the envelope in her hand to Lu Sheng. "Young master, please take a look."
Lu Sheng took it and saw that the envelope was personally addressed by Brother Lu, so he knew it belonged to Song Zhenguo. Among his friends, the only one with the surname Song who had a good relationship was Song Zhenguo.
Opening the envelope, the content inside was to the effect that tomorrow was the Fumigation Festival, and he would redeem Jun'er from the painting boat and invite him to celebrate with him as a witness. There was also a special note at the end that he must come.
dinner.
"Redemption?" Lu Sheng murmured. He had long seen that Jun'er had an unusual relationship with Song Zhenguo, but he didn't expect that he was truly interested and actually planned to redeem Jun'er.
However, Song Zhenguo had a good relationship with him, and since he had nothing to do, it didn't hurt to go, and there were people to treat him.
After collecting the letter, stuffing it into the drawer and locking it, Lu Sheng picked up a straight knife and planned to go out. When he returned to the room to change clothes, he walked to the bronze mirror and looked at himself.
In recent days, he has clearly felt that the power of the Black Tiger Jade Crane Skill in his body is gradually emerging. This internal skill after qualitative change is nourishing his body bit by bit, making him stronger and stronger.
Coupled with the high-heat stimulation of the Black Evil Technique, Lu Sheng now feels that his internal organs are constantly being refined out of impurities and toxins every moment.
Such changes made him sometimes feel that even if he did not practice hard kung fu, his physical endurance and strength were not necessarily worse than those who were good at hard kung fu.
He held the knife and shook it casually. Under the operation of the Black Tiger Jade Crane Technique and the Black Evil Technique, a subtle vibration and rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the air. Lu Sheng raised his right arm holding the knife, and he didn't know when it started.
It is faintly covered with a large number of black and red blood vessels and veins, which looks ferocious and twisted.
He has become a lot stronger in recent days. If he were not wearing robes, but instead wearing close-fitting clothes, people could see that his strong muscles are well-proportioned and toned. Compared with ordinary scholars, one of his arms can be as strong as others
The thinner thighs are just as thick.
"I need a good knife."
Lu Sheng raised the straight knife, and the blade's surface reflected his face at this time. But it also reflected a lot of tiny cracks and distortions.
"This knife is almost broken."
Suddenly, a small sound of footsteps came from the door, as if someone was planning to sneak into his bedroom quietly, and the rhythm of these footsteps was far different from the small ones.
"who!!"
Ouch!!!
A tiger roared.
Lu Sheng turned his head violently, his eyes widened, and as the inner energy surged from his body, a fierce and powerful evil spirit surged out. The air even filled with a deafening roar of a tiger due to the rolling surge of inner energy.
A girl at the door was so frightened that she sat down on the ground. It was Zheng Yuer.
Her face was pale and she was so frightened that she sat on the ground, her legs were weak, and she couldn't get up for a while.
"Uuuuuu...Brother Lu, you bully me..."
Zheng Yuer wanted to give Lu Sheng a surprise secretly, but she was so frightened that she burst into tears.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Zheng Yu'er kept crying. Lu Sheng had no choice but to take the initiative to help her up and comfort her a few words.
"I just saw a giant black tiger rushing towards Yu'er. I was so scared!" Zheng Yu'er's face turned pale after that.
"Don't sneak up from behind me in the future. It's very dangerous." Lu Sheng reached out and rubbed Zheng Yuer's head. "What are you doing here? Where is your brother?"
"He is still in the college. Tomorrow is the Fumigation Festival. Does Brother Lu have any plans?" Zheng Yuer immediately regained his energy, rubbed his eyes, and quickly asked in a low voice.
"I have a date with a friend for a drink."
"Ah?? It's late again!!" Zheng Yu'er suddenly shouted in disappointment. "Oh, okay, okay, I'll find the next one quickly so I don't want to be booked again... I'm leaving first, brother!" she said
As if he had an ulterior motive, he hurriedly ran out of the room again, leaving just as quickly as he came.
Xiaoqiao also ran in quickly at this time, with tears in her eyes.
"Miss Yu'er won't let me say it's her... Young Master... I..."
"Anyone coming in from now on must notify me in advance." Lu Sheng calmly ordered.
"Yes...yes..." Qiao'er was frightened by Lu Sheng's solemn tone and quickly lowered her head in agreement.
Lu Sheng glanced at her and walked out of the room with the knife.
He feels that his evil spirit has become more and more serious recently. The peaceful and stable environment seems to be not good for the practice of Heisha Kung. From time to time, he will have the urge to kill violently and wantonly. This may be the Black Evil spirit.
The sequelae of gong.
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On the second day, the streets were filled with the noisy folk song team of the Fumigation Festival, as well as acrobats, hydrangea throwers, monkey trainers, entertainers, etc.
All kinds of activities are crowded on the streets, and the closer you get to the center of the city, the more crowded and lively it becomes.
Lu Sheng read the classics and texts as usual, practiced internal energy, and practiced sword and palm practice. It was not until evening that he rushed towards the place he had agreed with Song Zhenguo.
The agreed place was under a row of willow trees by the Songbai River.
Song Zhenguo was already waiting there in advance, and with him was Chen Jiorong.
"Brother Lu, Brother Yuesheng! It's too slow, too slow!" Song Zhenguo laughed and stepped forward to pat Lu Sheng on the shoulder. "Jiao Rong and I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Ever since Wang Ziquan's incident, he had realized the true nature of many of his so-called friends, so he immediately left all the friends he had recognized before and stopped being close to them. However, there were only two people who could really be considered his friends and close friends.
One is Chen Jiorong, who is Chen Yunxi’s brother.
And the other one is Lu Sheng.
Today he wanted to redeem Jun'er's life, so he invited Lu Sheng and Chen Jiorong to bear witness for him. It was also a celebration.
Originally, he planned to come alone, but in the end, after thinking about it, as the two best friends, it would be regrettable if they didn't inform them about such a big event.
So in the end he wrote to the two of them and invited them to come.
"Today is Brother Song's special day. There is endless happiness and joy in one night. Hehehe, he even asked me and I to come over and watch eagerly. It's not authentic." Chen Jiorong pointed at Song Zhenguo and said with a smile.
"Brother Song only cares about his own happiness, how can he remember us good friends and close friends?" Lu Sheng also joked with a smile.
"Without further ado, let's go, let's go. Don't delay, get on the boat first!" Song Zhenguo smiled, "Everyone has a show tonight!"
Chen Jiorong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he took Lu Sheng with him, and the three of them rushed towards the painted boat parked not far from the river.
The painting boat floats quietly in front of the pier. There are people coming and going on the boat, and there are many guests. It is very lively.
On the side of the ship, at a window of a cabin, Jun'er was sitting in front of the window, staring at Song Zhenguo and the others with wide almond-shaped eyes.
"How could it be possible? How could it be possible!! Brother Song, you clearly promised me that you wouldn't come today!!?" Jun'er's face turned pale, her hands tightly grasped the corners of the table, and her teeth bit her lower lip without even a trace of blood.
Unconscious.
"How could this happen???" Jun'er felt a little desperate for a moment. She knew that the master's target was Brother Song Zhenguo, so she quietly reminded Brother Song in advance and told him not to come to paint the boat today, but why did he come anyway?
And you are so happy?
Jun'er felt like her whole body was going numb and she couldn't raise her strength. She wanted to rush out of the room, find Song Zhenguo, and tell him to leave quickly. But she knew she couldn't do it.
"Hehehe..."
Suddenly a shrill female laughter sounded from another part of the room.
Jun'er suddenly looked over.
On the bed in the room, a long-haired woman in a white dress sat down at some point.
This woman's black hair hung down like a waterfall, covering her entire head and face, so that no trace of her face could be seen. Her body was so slender that it could be blown over by a gust of wind.