Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

Under Ximen Qing's instructions, Shu Tong'er carefully rolled up the three pieces of rice paper and put them in the big box in the study with complicated emotions, and pushed them together with the calligraphy of those Dasu scholars, Liuyi laymen, and Wang Jinggong.Seeing his master's excited look, it seems that he really takes himself seriously.

"It's not as good as writing it myself these few times." Shu Tong'er thought to himself.

Of course this can’t be said out loud, Shu Tong’er decided to keep this secret in his stomach, and was going to share it with Hua Tong’er later: “Master, it’s time for dinner.”

"Oh, is it already this time?" Ximen Qing suddenly looked at the sun that could hardly be seen outside, and then realized that he had been "working hard" in the study for most of the afternoon.

What a pity, Ximen Qing originally planned to go to Baihualou.

My chrysanthemum girl, you must wait for me!

Shu Tong'er was startled by his master who suddenly clenched his fists and turned his back 45 degrees, sighing at the sky: "Master, what are you?"

Only then did Ximen Qing come back to his senses, and pretended to cough: "It's okay! It's just a stretch."

"Master is so handsome even with his waist up, I'm so envious!" Shu Tong'er was flattering, although he was young, he was very skilled.

Damn, I don't care about gays!Besides, you are only twelve or thirteen years old, tsk tsk tsk!

Hundan, what is I thinking?

Ximen Qing's eyes swept Shutong'er's face back and forth, making Shutong'er "in a turmoil", and couldn't help thinking: "Master, is he going to accept me?"

Fortunately, Ximen Qing didn't continue, but asked thoughtfully: "Has your aunt eaten?"

Ximen Qing saw that Shu Tong'er had lost her hands and feet, so she replied falteringly: "Ma'am... eat in your own room."

"Yeah." Ximen Qing nodded, "Got it."

This Wu Yueniang really had a ghost in her heart, and she didn't even dare to sit at the same table as herself for dinner.

A large table had already been set down in the hall, and a dozen or so plates were piled up to the full. Ximen Qing took a general look, and basically could see the raw materials, so he sat down with peace of mind.

Well, there are two maids serving the dishes, and one is in charge of picking up the dishes for himself, and there are three or five others standing beside him who plan to come up to help at any time. This posture is not much worse than the emperor's meal.

That is, why do you eat alone?

Ximen Qing stuffed a piece of meat and chewed, and then remembered that Wu Yueniang didn't come and said nothing, and there was a concubine named Zhuo Di'er who died just a month ago, no wonder no one accompanied him for dinner.

"Well, you guys... come and eat with me, Master!" Ximen Qing's mouth was full, and he waved his iron and wooden chopsticks, pointing at random: "It's boring to eat alone."

Eating alone while eight people watched, Ximen Qing didn't catch a cold at this strange rush.

Those maidservants looked at me and I looked at you, each one trembling, who would dare to step forward?A maid who was preparing to serve dishes also stopped in her tracks, not daring to go forward.

In the past, Ximen Qing was moody at home. He was eating well for one minute, and then stripped the servant girl's clothes for the next minute, knelt on the ground and whipped him, and ate while listening to the sound of crying!

But then I don't know, the master in front of me has changed.

Ximen Qing frowned, and swallowed the contents of his mouth: "If there's not another one, I'll just point at it!"

As soon as these words came out, the maids communicated with each other quickly with their eyes, Qiqi took a step back, and highlighted the maid who was about to serve food, and some maids stretched out their hands and pushed that maid to next to the table.

"Oh, come here, bring me a stool." Seeing that the maid was petite, Ximen Qing greeted Lori in the same way that she greeted a goldfish, "Sit down."

The maids took action without saying a word, one took the food from the maid and put it on the table, the other rolled up his sleeves and brought an embroidered stool over, and the other sat the maid on the embroidered stool, and The bowls and chopsticks were served.

That maid huddled up on the embroidery stool like a toad startled by thunder, how could she speak?

Why did the other maids immediately unify their target and hand her over as soon as this maid came in?You must know that they are also weak people who are at the mercy of others in Ximen's residence.

Ximen Qing looked very strange, put down his chopsticks and asked softly, "What's your name? How old are you?"

Because from memory, Ximen Qing really didn't match this maid's name, maybe it was because there were too many maids in the house, so she didn't pay attention to it before.

"Fortunately, she came here, otherwise we sisters don't know who will be whipped today." A servant girl whispered to the other servant girl in the back.

"That's not true, anyway, she has no backer, who can she use?" The maid also replied in a very low voice.

Although the voice of these two sentences was very low, Ximen Qing heard them clearly, and a lot of doubts inevitably arose in his heart.

"Returning to the master, the younger one is called Xue'er..." The maid was neither sitting nor standing, so she could only answer with her head lowered. There was a sound of teeth clinking in her words, obviously frightened: "This year... Sixteen."

Ximen Qing shook his head secretly. This maid looks 16 years old, with a figure of thirteen or fourteen. It must be because she didn't have enough food when she was growing up. It's really a crime.On the contrary, looking at the maid who pushed people just now, she looks fat.

With this feeling of compassion, Ximen Qing felt that something was wrong all over his body, because Ximen Qing had never had the word "compassion" in his original memory, and he suddenly lost his appetite, and the idea of ​​having someone to eat with him disappeared long ago.

"Go down." Ximen Qing overcame the discomfort in his body, his face twitching.

That Xue'er didn't know what to do for a while, the fat maid stepped forward and lifted Xue'er from the embroidered stool like a puppy: "Master told you to go down, are you deaf?"

Only then did Xue'er wake up, and kowtowed to Ximen Qing: "Master, the little one goes down first, the stove is still waiting for a fire."

It turned out to be a fire-burning little maid...

Ximen Qing waved her hand, Xue'er ran out of the hall in relief, the fat maid snorted, and then stepped aside.

Ximen Qing was extremely dissatisfied with the behavior of this fat maid, and searched through his memory, only then remembered that this fat maid was brought from home when Wu Yueniang passed through the door, and she seemed to be called Dongmei. ah.

It is said in the book that this kind of dowry maid will be used by the master sooner or later, but it seems that even the original Ximen Qing doesn't see such a thing at all.

What is Wu Yueniang hiding from her?Dongmei in front of him is a good breakthrough.

Ximenqing looked at Dongmei with a half-smile, but saw that the fat maid seemed to be mistaken, so she swayed for a while, which made Ximenqing almost feel sick, so she quickly took two mouthfuls of rice and pressed it down, even if she finished eating dinner.

All the food was put away, and the hot fragrant tea was brought up. Ximen Qing threw all the maids out, and took a leisurely sip of tea. Looking at the almost dark sky outside, he immediately missed his old life.

No lol, cf, at least a few episodes of American dramas or something like spiritual food.

It was only then that Ximen Qing realized what it means to go out in the sun and rest in the sun. It's getting dark, and there will be no entertainment. It is normal to rest early.

What is communication basically depends on roaring, law and order basically depends on dogs, heating basically depends on shaking, entertainment basically depends on...

Bah, bah, bah, brother is a rich man, except that the communication basically relies on shouting, but the back is still a little different from **.

Ximen Qing shook his head, and suddenly found a serious problem, that is: where did he sleep tonight.

In the study room, the beds are simple, only Shutonger and Huatonger are accompanied, and my taste is not so heavy.

Wu Yueniang, the bed is good, but the person is not good.Do you want to send yourself to the door to solve the bitter woman who lacks sexual life?inappropriate.

Baihualou, Chrysanthemum girl?It's probably already open by now, so let's forget it.

It seems that there is only one place for me to go.

Ximen Qing thought for a while, then stood up and left the hall, heading for the backyard.

There is a small building in the corner of the backyard, where Zhuo Dier lives.There is no one, but the bed is good, at least you can sleep peacefully.

As for the theory of ghosts and gods, Ximenqing certainly didn't take it to heart. People in his own era had long disrespected ghosts and gods, and instead worshiped money and power.

The two maids at the door obediently took the lanterns to illuminate their master. They were a little surprised to see Ximen Qing going to the small building where Zhuo Diuer used to live, but it was not easy to ask any questions.

When he got outside the small building, Ximen Qing saw a very faint light inside, and asked casually, "Who else lives in this small building?"

"If you go back to the master, there is also a servant girl living in it, saying that she wants to keep the spirit of her master." A servant girl replied.

Ximen Qing nodded: "Master, I will rest here today, you go back."

The two maids looked at each other, they just said that their master missed the deceased, so they kowtowed and left.

Ximen Qing followed the moonlight and pushed open the door. There was only a small lamp burning inside, but the flame was the size of a soybean, no wonder it was so dim.

"Ah." It must have been the servant girl who heard her coming in and quickly turned on the lamp before coming to kowtow to Ximen Qing: "Why are you here today, master?".

The petite body was lying on the ground, and there seemed to be a little joy in the familiar voice. Ximen Qing couldn't help but sighed and said, "I don't know who it is, so it's you. Get up and talk."

Xue'er climbed up tremblingly: "Master, since my mother passed away, no one has come to this place, and it has gradually neglected, even the supplies are gone."

"So you are Diu'er's personal maid." Ximen Qing seemed to dig something out of the corner of his memory: "I want to find a safe place to sleep, so I will rest here tonight."

Xue'er became flustered: "Master, the bedding on this bed has not been changed, nor has it been scented..."

"It's okay." Ximen Qing looked at Xue'er tenderly in front of him, this is the loyal maid.

Xue'er bit her lower lip, as if she had made up her mind, she hurried to the big bed inside: "Master, I will warm your bed for you."

Before Ximen Qing could react, Xue'er had already taken off her clothes, and under the dim light, a small white body slipped into the bed, only her head was exposed: "I just ask the master to have mercy..."

This is the legendary begging for support, can you warm the bed! ! !