Red Mansion Soldiers

Chapter 85 The Last Tranquility
"Uh……"

Crested ibis woke up from the pain.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying in the arms of the master.

The right arm was also on the master's strong chest, rising and falling with the rise and fall of the master's chest.

Only now did Crested Ibis have the opportunity to look at the master's face carefully.

The master looked young, about 20 years old, although the skin may not be very good due to the wind and sun, but it can also be seen that he is intentionally taking care of it, probably his complexion is yellow and white.

She has an oval face, sharp sword eyebrows and upturned eyes. Judging from her size, she should be a pair of red phoenix eyes.

The nose is in the middle of a person, and the root of the nose is straight, reaching the middle of the person, very handsome.

There are some black beards that are beginning to stiffen on the lips and chin. The master must have started to grow beards on purpose, right?
The playful crested ibis quietly raised his right hand, fiddled with the beards on the master's chin one by one, then drew small circles on the chin, and then wanted to scratch Renzhong...

Jia Hun, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his mouth and bit the finger that was moving up.

It was discovered!

Crested Ibis trembled from the master's movements, his face turned pale, and he quickly hid his head under Jia Hun's armpit. Where are his fingers?Do you want to take it back?

dare not look at him.

Um?Let go...

Slowly raised his head, opened those peach blossom eyes, and looked up.

A pair of red phoenix eyes appeared in front of his eyes, looking at him.

So lovely…

Although her cheeks were getting redder and redder, Zhu Xi still held back her shame and couldn't bear to look away.

"Are you awake?" asked the old man.

"Master, I'm awake..." Zhu Xi smiled shyly.

"Uh..." Jia Hun stretched his body a bit, making joint noises.

Tilting his head, he looked at the crested ibis.

"how old are you?"

Crested Ibis blinked and looked in front of him...

"Master, this slave will grow up..."

"Tsk, what are you thinking, I'm talking about age..."

This…

Crested Ibis made a joke, closed his eyes, and retracted back into Jia Hun's arms.

"Master, I will be fifteen in half a month..."

The crested ibis's voice was like a mosquito, if it wasn't for the two of them on the bed right now, even Jia Hun could hardly hear it clearly.

14 years old, hiss...sin, sin!
"It's only fifteen in half a month, but I didn't notice it..." Although he felt a little guilty in his heart, Jia Hun still didn't change his face.

But this is not like 14 years old, it is more like sixteen or seventeen years old.

"What books do you like to read?"

When mentioning the book he likes, Zhu Xi raised his head again and raised his head.

"Hmm... travel notes!"

"Travel notes? Why do you see travel notes?"

"I've been living in a small house since I was three years old, and I didn't come out for the first time until three months ago. I just... wonder what the outside world is like..." Zhu Xi looked at Jia Hun with a soft face and said .

"Haven't you been out of the house for a whole ten years?" Jia Hun was a little surprised, being trapped in a room for a whole ten years was unimaginable.

For a moment, the sympathy that was left was faintly touched.

"Tell me about your past!"

"Okay, if you want to hear it, I will tell you!"

As a qualified skinny horse, the thought of unconditionally accepting the master's orders is engraved in his bones.Even if it's the thing you hate the most.

At the age of three, she was bought from her parents by her mother, and after three months of raising her, she was divided into different courtyards according to her appearance and qualifications.

The sisters who have been neighbors in the yard for ten years but have never met.

One after another, gentlemen who taught her various skills with smiles on their faces, but showed pity from time to time.

Only the sky as big as the window...

Zhu Xi was talking, Jia Hun was listening.

The more Jia Hun heard it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

In his back house, Jia Hun is still willing to present his weakest side in front of his family members. He is not made of iron, and there must be a harbor where he can completely let go of his guard.Even if they can't help him, even if they say "Thank you" to him, he will be full of strength again.

Gentleness is limited to the back house, and when he leaves the back house, he is still that hard-hearted general.

"Oh, you are so poor, it's really hard for you..." Jia Hun took Zhu Xi's arm and patted her on the back lightly, just like a mother pats a child who is about to fall asleep.

Zhu Xi's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she lay on Jia Hun's shoulder and sobbed softly.

Although she was sold to the Qinhuai River for three months, she had heard countless times from her sisters who had taken customers for several years, how annoying and hypocritical a man's sweet talk is.

But now she just wants to cry.

Without saying a word, Jia Hun kept patting her on the back lightly.

In the short 15 years of my life, I was sold here and there. If I think about it, I am really scared.

Well, I still have compassion, and I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

Soon, the crested ibis stopped crying, grabbed a corner of the thin quilt, and wiped away the tears.

"In the future, you can live at home with peace of mind. I will give you a child and raise you for a lifetime."

Hearing the promise from the imperial governor, Zhu Xi was finally relieved and smiled sincerely.

"Ok!"

Although she didn't know how big an official the governor was, she didn't have that concept.But seeing that the big shots in Jinling City complimented him respectfully, he must be a very big official!

. . . . . .

The maids who had been waiting outside the door came in and helped those who washed and changed the sheets.

After washing up, it was almost [-] o'clock, that is, around seven o'clock.It was broad daylight.

With a casual ponytail tied, Jia Hun raised the sixty-pound gun specially made for strength training.

Holding the tail of the gun with his right hand, he lifted it up purely with his wrist, and then held the gun with both hands, stabbing and shaking constantly.

What Jia Hun practiced was something similar to the Tai Chi Spear of the later generations. It slowly seemed to have no lethality, but in fact it did not have any lethality.

Mainly to practice strength, stability and various basic skills.

As for endurance, that is after half an hour of slow shooting.

Crested Ibis also washed up, put on his clothes, and walked out stepping on clogs made of silk rope, watching his master practice kung fu intently.

Is this the No. [-] general in the world mentioned in the play?Amazing!
Half an hour passed quickly, barely sweating.

Jia Hun stood in the middle of the courtyard, constantly adjusting his breathing.

Taking a deep breath, Jia Hun stepped on his horse and started to swing the big spear again, but this time, Jia Hun grabbed the middle position of the big gun for cavalry.

It seemed as if enemy cavalrymen were coming towards him one by one appeared in his mind, and Jia Hun danced the [-]-jin spear as if it was nothing, making the sound of piercing the air, scaring Zhu Xi and the maids to hide behind the pillars. He poked his head and looked into the yard.

He didn't know whether he was looking at the master's superb martial arts, or his own master's upper body covered with scars and tattoos.

Daqi's tattoo culture has been inherited from the previous generation and is loved by warriors and clans.

Due to the centuries-long confrontation with Mongolia, wars are frequent.The warriors tattooed some highly recognizable patterns on their bodies one after another to facilitate the identification of corpses.

Later, it became a symbol of highlighting one's fierceness.

After the founding of Daqi, Taizu promulgated a decree prohibiting tattoos, but in fact, even many clans did not abide by this decree.Before Lao Yizhong's rebellion, he could often see the figures of clan princes with flowery arms in various brothels.

However, tattoos are still despised by civil servants and so-called gentlemen, and even developed an unspoken rule that those with tattoos are not allowed to take the imperial examination.

This also makes tattoos the most important feature to distinguish civil and military.

Jia Hun was no exception. He followed Daliu to find the best writer in Ningxia Town, and tattooed them together for his brothers.

The brothers have several tattoos of the same mark.

At the heart position, the tattoo reads "killing a thief with a heart".

The same position on the right is "serve the country with loyalty".

The two lines of characters on Jia Hun's chest were covered by knife wounds, and only the outlines of the characters could be vaguely revealed.

He also tattooed the twelve words "going out and forgetting home for the country, forgetting death before the battle" on the back of the ear.The rest is free to play.

Jia Hun has no other positions. He thinks that the scars on his body are more honorable than the tattoos on his body. The most important purpose of these tattoos is to easily identify corpses and distinguish between civil and military.

Although he didn't think he would die in battle.

The non-stop dancing of the big gun also lasted for half an hour. After I was sweating, the movement slowly slowed down until it stopped in place.

"Okay!" Zhu Xi and the maids came out from behind the pillar, Zhu Xi also fished out a towel from the basin and wrung it dry, walked slowly to Jia Hun in small steps, and wiped his sweat for him.

"Huh, just wipe off the sweat on your head. I'll take a shower and have breakfast together later!"

Jia Hun took the towel that Zhu Xi was holding, and while wiping his sweat, he walked to the necessary bathing pool in every mansion of Jia Hun.

Seeing that Jia Hun had left the big gun on the ground, Zhu Xi squatted down curiously, grabbed the gun barrel with both hands at the same time, and tried to lift it up with all his strength.

"Good job, Aunt Zhu! Lift it up soon!"

Several maidservants who didn't think it was a big deal discovered Zhu Xi's plan, and stood in the porch to cheer her on.

Hearing their encouragement, Crested Ibis once again surged with strength, clenched its teeth, continued to exert force on its waist, and slowly raised the gun.

"Lift it up, lift it up! Aunt Zhu is doing great!" the maids cheered.

At this moment, Zhu Xi's body shook uncontrollably.The big gun is too long, and the crested ibis, which has exhausted all its strength just to lift it up, has no extra strength to control the balance, and is quickly brought down to the right by the weight of the gun head...

Pfft!

"Ouch!"

. . . . . .

Once again, I came back to the main room of the crested ibis yard.

A bucket of duck blood vermicelli soup has been sent by the kitchen.

Worried that the master would not have enough to eat, he specially made some more preparations and brought them together in a wooden barrel.

The master chef still has some skills.

The soup is thicker, and it looks like the old duck soup that has been stewed for a long time, with white radish added to remove the fishy smell.There were also chopped green onions and coriander powder in the food box. Jia Hun added chopped green onions according to his own appetite. Once the hot soup was soaked, the whole bowl of soup was full of scallions.

Duck blood, duck liver, duck intestines, and duck gizzards were purchased in advance from farmers outside the city last night, processed carefully, and finally cut into thin slices the size of two knuckles.

It is suitable for stomach-warming hot soup!

Jia Hun, who had eaten breakfast, didn't go out to do anything, enjoying the rare calm before the storm.

After taking the last mouthful of hot soup, Jia Hun took the cold towel handed over by the maid, wiped his mouth, and threw it on the table.

Then I saw the crested ibis writhing non-stop.

"Are you... maggots growing on your buttocks? Hey, why did you change into another skirt?"

Jia Hun poked his head over.

"Slave, slave... Didn't slave want to see if he could lift the master's gun, just... he didn't hold it steady, and accidentally fell..."

"Hahahaha!"

Crested Ibis rolled his eyes angrily and lowered his head, and began to attract fans.

"Master, Housekeeper Jin has come to report that Mr. Deng has chosen tomorrow morning!" A maid walked into the small courtyard and came to Jia Hun, who was lying leisurely on the rocking chair under the shade of a tree, and whispered in her ear.

"Understood, go tell Jin Cai and Jia Shifei and prepare a gift."

"Yes!" The maid promised, turned and left the small courtyard.

Seeing the little maid leave, Jia Hun picked up the story about his own expedition written by Jiaofang Secretary again.This book refers to the marching notes of many people, including myself, and it is still very real.

I watched with gusto.

The crested ibis on the side also came to Jia Hun's side again, and continued to play with Jia Hun's hair.

Survive in a rich family, the less you know, the longer you live.

As long as the master doesn't say clearly that he can listen, then try to stay as far away as possible.

As always, Jia Hun didn't tie up his hair, so Zhu Xi became interested, moved a bamboo chair to the master's back, and braided it for him.

At first, Crested Ibis was a little afraid of the master's disgust, after all, most of the braiding and loosening of hair are done by barbarians.For some people, dressing up as barbarians is more uncomfortable than killing them.

Of course, this is only the case when the knife is not on their necks.

In fact, the Han people also have the custom of braiding their hair. At least before the Han Dynasty and before, the residents of Huaxia generally had the habit of braiding their hair.

This point can be proved from the hairstyle of Terracotta Warriors and Horses.Earlier pottery figurines from various countries can also prove this point.

However, after weaving two small braids, the master took a look at them with great interest, and praised her for her craftsmanship!
As a result, the crested ibis became very excited.

Maybe it's because he's been in the Western Regions for a long time and he's used to weird hairstyles. Jia Hun doesn't pay much attention to hairstyles, as long as he doesn't shave or hurt his hair.

It is also possible that the little remaining Tuoba Xianbei blood in his body is causing trouble.

His old mother, Yuan Kuipong, counted for more than twenty generations, and she was also the clan of the Tuoba Dynasty hundreds of years ago, and a direct descendant of Qinghe Wang Yuanqian.

This is what he learned from his uncle when he visited his mother's hometown early last year.

Now, Jia Hun's natal family has also been taken to Luoyang by him to serve as the housekeeper.

About half an hour later, Zhu Xi clapped his hands in satisfaction, picked up the bronze mirror from his side, stood up and held it in front of him.

"Master, it's finished, take a look, take a look!"

"Ok?"

Jia Hun put down the notebook in his hand, raised his head and looked at the bronze mirror.

"Hey, the workmanship is not bad!"

Jia Hun took the bronze mirror and kept fiddling with the braid on his head.

Seeing the master's intoxicated appearance, Zhu Xi couldn't help covering his mouth and giggling.

"What are you laughing at? Didn't you make this up?" Jia Hun stared at Zhu Xi, his eyebrows raised exaggeratedly.

"Pfft, hehehahaha..." Seeing the master's funny eyebrows, Zhu Xi couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey! The master thinks that you, a man and woman, really don't know what is good or bad! Why don't you come and play with the master, if you serve well, you will be rewarded!"

Jia Hun spoke in a strange tone, and suddenly straightened up from the rocking chair, wrapped his arms around Zhu Xi's slender waist, and carried her into the rocking chair amidst her exclamation.

"Forgive, spare, please spare my life! Please let this slave go!" Zhu Xi also cooperated with his master to play, and blocked it symbolically, which made Jia Hun even more excited, turning over...

. . . . . .

Another half an hour later.

Crested Ibis was limp and paralyzed on the rocking chair, her horse-faced skirt had been thrown somewhere, and the short jacket on her upper body was being pressed under her body, panting heavily, her face flushed.

Jia Hun put on his knickerbockers and put on a short crew neck expressionlessly.

Like a sage.

"Go and wash your auntie. I'll go out and remember to tell the kitchen that I'll still eat here at noon." Jia Hun turned his head and gave instructions to the maids. After receiving the answer, he walked to the left side of the rocking chair and lowered his head. Come on.

"You take a break for a while, master, I said I will accompany you for a day, and I will come over for lunch at noon." Jia Hun brushed away a few strands of hair sticking to Zhu Xi's forehead, pecked her forehead, and turned around I went to the front yard.

Only the shy and flushed crested ibis was left lying on the rocking chair, tilting his head like a broken can, and closed his eyes tightly.

. . . . . .

As usual, Jia Yucun and Tan Ji came to the county mansion around ten o'clock, sat in the Yingtai Hall, and chatted casually.

"Haha, I'm late, I haven't greeted you far away!"

If you don't see him, you hear his voice.A burst of heroic laughter came into the ears of the two of them, and they got up quickly, bowing down respectfully to salute.

"For a humble job, see the governor!"

"Students refer to the general!"

"Haha, get up! We are not outsiders, do we need to repeat these useless rituals every time?" A tall figure walked into the main hall.

"General, etiquette cannot be discarded!" Jia Yucun raised his head and was indeed stunned.

"Yes, yes, brother Shi Fei said..." Tan Ji also straightened up, also shocked.

"This...General, this is..." Jia Yucun pointed at Jia Hun's hair first and said.

"Haha, how's it going, doesn't it look good?" Jia Hun shook the braids on his head triumphantly.

"General, this..."

"That's right..." Tan Ji finally said what he hadn't finished.

Both of them ignored him.

"...General, how many years has this Tuoba Xianbei been dead..."

"I know, I want you to see if my new hairstyle looks good!" Jia Hun tossed his hair again.

"pretty…"

As a scholar, a Jinshi.Jia Yucun's attitude towards this kind of barbarian attire is as cruel and vicious as if he was force-feeding pineapple pizza to Italians, and as deviant as it is.

There is no way, people are under the eaves, so they can only speak out of conscience.

"I think it's good!" After the initial shock, Tan Jinai calmed down and took another look at Jia Hun's braided hair, which was surprisingly good.

"Ahem, brother Tan, didn't you say that you have important information to report to the general?" Jia Yucun decisively ended the topic.

After this period of contact, he can be regarded as seeing that the general master is good everywhere, but he is used to pushing his nose and face. If this topic is allowed to continue, the general master can chat with Tan Ji for a day.

"Oh? Old Tan, could it be that the casino has some clues?" Interrupted by Jia Yucun, Jia Hui instantly adjusted his emotions and returned to a rational and cold state.

"It's still the governor who is wise, the humble officer is going to report this to the governor! Governor, we found it!"

　In other words, do you want to continue watching the daily life of Fenghua Xueyue, or is the main progress mixed with some daily life?
　　Recently, no one has mentioned my problems with the progress of the plot, and now I have no idea what to write...

　　If there are no comments, I will start my career in the next chapter!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)