After drinking, Yu Kun's childlike innocence was greatly enhanced. After Xiaocui laid out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he sat down pretendingly. He started writing like a dragon and a phoenix with his pen. It was a song by Nalan Ruorong called "Huanxi Sha: Residual Blood".
The screen is painted coldly with condensing light, plum blossoms have fallen and the flute has been played for three times, and the moon is dimly lit when there is no one around.
After drinking, Yu Kun wrote Xiaozhuan in semi-cursive script, but he moved the pen freely and smoothly, which made Li Pingting stay at the table for a while. In her impression, a policeman, even if he could write, was nothing.
He could write 1357 and simply remember something. She didn't expect that he actually knew calligraphy, which shocked her!
What shocked her even more were the three sentences written by her future husband: The clear light of the residual blood reflected on the cold screen, it was already the third watch, but the flute sound of "Plum Blossoms Fall" still lingered in her ears, in that lonely place.
Where we are, the moonlight is hazy.
She lost her parents and relatives, and hid in Tibet, floating around like duckweed. She was once as talented and beautiful as Yi An, but her end was so miserable that she was worse off than dead. She spent many sleepless nights crying alone in sadness.
Could it be that, Yu Lang, you are the one who understands the slave family's heart?
Yu Kun, who was drunk, naturally had no idea that he was so shocking to Li Pingting at this moment. He continued Huanxisha's words: I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what happened to you, and I burst into tears. I recalled my life with the sound of heartbreak.
Li Pingting read, chewed, and reminisced: I am a sad passer-by in the world. I know why you burst into tears. In the louder voice, she recalled her bumpy past. Every word she said was her life experience.
, Li Pingting couldn't bear it anymore, the tears in her eyes gurgled down her cheeks, and the tears flowed into a river.
Yu Lang, are you my soulmate? Did God send you to save me? After all the hardships, God wants to throw people into the bottom of the valley and suffer all the hardships in the world before sending gods down to earth to save themselves? Li Ping
Ting's thoughts entered a state of restlessness. During this period of time, she suffered all kinds of torture in the world. She had no love in life. If there was not Xiaocui who was like a sister who made her worry, she might have been freed long ago.
Got it!
When Xiaocui saw the young lady crying and laughing for a while, she seemed to be a little stunned. She quickly stepped forward to persuade the young lady. After more than a quarter of an hour, Li Pingting gradually calmed down her thoughts. She said to Xiao Cui: "Your family
My uncle is far superior to me in both calligraphy and poetry. From now on, you must learn to read and write, otherwise you will not be disliked by my uncle!"
"Miss, please don't coax me. The master said, 'In the entire county, anyone who is more knowledgeable than the miss has not yet been born in her mother's womb!' I believe what the master said!"
"That's a joke of your master. He loves the house and the bird, so he naturally feels that his daughter is the most knowledgeable. In fact, not to mention the folk masters, there are a few people in the county government who were born as Jinshi, and they are very knowledgeable. The county magistrate Wu Bing,
I heard that he was ranked ninth in the imperial examinations that year, so he is naturally proficient in poetry, poetry, and poetry."
When Yu Kun was in school, he saw this drinking book at his desk. He flipped through it and was able to recite this poem. Unexpectedly, it came in handy today. He was afraid that if he continued here, his secret would be revealed, so he claimed that he
After getting drunk, he went back to his room to rest. "Xiao Cui, wait for your uncle to go back to his room and rest!"
"Miss, I have a lot of money, so you should send my uncle over!" Xiaocui saw that the young lady had a uncle in her heart, and she was creating opportunities for the two of them to get close. Yu Kun was holding an oil lamp in front, and his body was swaying deeply.
Taking each step step by step, Li Pingting quickly stepped forward to support him.
Since Yu Kun was a child, due to his family background, no girl had ever looked at him. When he came into close contact with Li Pingting, the faint fragrance of her daughter lingered in his breath. After drinking, Yu Kun was
He was a little impulsive. But Yu Kun knew that once he offended the beauty, the tall image he had just established in her heart would collapse.
Entering the room, Yu Kun sat firmly on the bench. Li Pingting helped Yu Kun tidy up the bedding, said good night and prepared to leave. "Miss Li, please stay. You can't sleep after drinking, and chat with me for a while!"
Yu Kun got up from bed and gave the bench to Li Pingting to sit on. Yu Kun understood that by keeping the distance, Li Pingting would feel safe. If Li Pingting was allowed to sit next to him on the bed, she would definitely have concerns.
of.
After drinking, Yu Kun started talking, slightly changing the story of modern Yu Kun and ancient Yu Kun into one, and told it vividly for more than a quarter of an hour. Li Pingting really liked hearing about Yu Kun's past, but she also
I'm worried that maid Xiaocui will have random thoughts.
So he stood up and said: "Brother Yu, your life is so exciting. I really want to know how you write poems so superbly. It's been dark all night. You have a good rest. You have to work tomorrow. I will have a lot of time to listen in the future.
Dear brother, good night!"
Yu Kun suddenly realized that he and Li Pingting had not consummated their marriage yet. The man and woman had been in the same room for too long, which inevitably made Xiao Cui think too much. Yu Kun admired Li Pingting's self-love even more. Their master and servant had just arrived at his home.
At that time, Yu Kun had an attitude of not wanting to provoke anyone. He had a natural feeling of repulsion towards the children of modern and ancient wealthy families.
Through this period of contact with Li Pingting, Yu Kun discovered that Li Pingting did not have the domineering behavior of a rich family. Not only did she not have bad habits, but she had a temperament, elegance, indifference and a love as golden as her heart. This profound
It deeply comforted Yu Kun's scarred heart, and he fell deeply in love with her.
Yu Kun fell asleep with a smile, and Li Pingting and Xiao Cui were even more excited when they returned to the boudoir. Yu Kun shocked the two of them tonight. Although they suppressed their excitement and whispered,
The voice will become louder unconsciously.
"Xiao Cui, I went to see your uncle off just now, but he insisted on leaving me to say a few words, so I came back a little late!"
"Miss, you don't need to explain to me. It's okay for you to sleep in my uncle's room tonight. You are already his wife!"
"Xiao Cui, if you talk nonsense again, I will ignore you!"
"Miss, I am telling the truth. My uncle is so kind to you! Miss, are the poems my uncle wrote really good? Are you trying to make my uncle happy?"
"It's really good. My uncle's knowledge is not only better than mine. I feel that in the entire county, or in the entire country, there are very few people who are more knowledgeable than your uncle. Your uncle is called Zangzhuo. Among the policemen,
, they are all a group of rough guys, he must look like them in order to hang out among the police!"
"Is there any other way to say this? Miss, you know a lot of things. You and my uncle are really a very good match, and Miss is very lucky. Following Miss, I can be considered a lucky person!"
"Xiao Cui, in a year or two, I will ask your uncle to choose a decent and well-off police officer to introduce you to one, so you don't have to follow me as a maid all the time!"
"Miss, I won't leave you, I will stay with you forever!"
Chapter completed!