The days are like running water, and another five or six days have passed in a flash.
Qing Nineteen woke up to the sound of rain, rolled to the side of the bed, looked around, and saw Mr. Lingshan sitting on the couch by the window, not knowing what he was doing at his desk.
He didn't go out today.
Qing Nineteen's eyes lit up slightly, she got out of bed and was about to run to the window.
Ling Shanjun seemed to have eyes behind his back: "Put on your shoes."
Qing Nineteen had no choice but to go back and put on her shoes, and bounced up and down to Lingshan Jun's side.
"What are u doing?"
There are two books spread out in front of Ling Shanjun, one is full of small print, and the other is blank. He was writing on a blank book.
Qing Shijiu couldn't read, so he only thought that Lord Lingshan was good at everything, even though he was blind, he couldn't write well. Qing Shijiu once tried to write, but when faced with other people's handwriting, he also wrote very uglyly, and was used as a joke for a long time. After that, he never touched pen and ink again.
Without raising his head, Ling Shanjun moistened his pen and said, "The books in the box are flooded, I will copy a copy. Madam, do you want to help me?"
Qing Nineteen rubbed his nose and said with difficulty, "I... can't read."
He is good at cooking, laundering clothes and farming. Only rich people can learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
When Qing Nineteen thought about it, she raised her heart: I'm careless, as the son of the Peacock Mansion, how could Kong Ling be illiterate.
He was annoyed and panicked: Did he lose his mind after a few days of good life? It's only been a few days, and it's about to be exposed.
Qing Nineteen pursed her lips with an ugly expression, thinking about how round it should be.
"That's it." Ling Shanjun opened his mouth, Qing Jiujiu's heart tightened, and he heard him continue, "I know a lot of words, I can teach my wife, what do you think?"
Huh
Qing Nineteen blinked blankly, it was different from what he thought.
Lord Lingshan didn't even have any doubts, and even said he wanted to teach him how to read.
Qing Nineteen was overwhelmed with unexpected joy: "Okay... okay."
Mr. Lingshan is an activist, tore a few sheets of rice paper, wrote a few big characters, and handed it to Qing Jiujiu together with the pen and paper.
"Start with the most commonly used ones. Don't be afraid of waste paper. You write a word ten times, read it while writing, and continue writing if you can't remember it. I will take the school test after dinner every day." Lingshan Jun held the pen and stroked Written on the paper, the ink is wet and dries quickly. He looked serious, and continued, "Madam, pay attention to the way I hold the pen."
Qing Jiujiu imitated by holding a new pen, Lingshan Jun put down the pen, stretched out his hand to hold Qing Jiujiu's hand, and groped his fingertips from the pen holder to his five fingers.
The dry and warm touch slid across the back of the finger, Qing Jiujiu trembled slightly, Lingshan Jun seemed to notice it, smiled on his face, gently opened his fingers with his hand, and adjusted his pen holding posture: "This is the way .”
…
Under Ling Shanjun's earnest teaching, Qing Nineteen improved at the speed of knowing a few new characters every day.
Before going to bed, the two of them leaned on the bed and read a book. Qing Shijiu was not very literate, so Lingshan Jun touched the words on the book with one hand and read to him.
Qing Nineteen was used to the fact that Lord Lingshan was no different from ordinary people, so he rubbed his hands on the words on the page of the book out of curiosity, rubbing his hand with the fragrance of ink.
"how?"
Qing Nineteen was very close to him, so she lowered her voice subconsciously: "I thought the character was raised, and I could feel the shape of the character."
Lord Lingshan smiled lightly.
Qing Nineteen became sleepy when he heard it, half of his face was buried in the soft pillow, and the fragrance of grass and trees from Lingshan Jun's body filled his breath.
In a daze, he suddenly said, "Yeying..."
What Ling Shanjun read is a travelogue, the author doesn’t know who is sacred, he has traveled through the three realms and six realms, and compiled this book. At this moment, we are talking about the scene in the world.
According to the travel notes, there is a reed shoal between the human world and the ghost world. After death, the soul passes by the reed shoal, and it will turn into a night firefly.
Ling Shanjun pressed Qing Jiujiu's ear and asked him: "Want to go and see?"
Qing Nineteen was so sleepy that his brain was a mess, he let out a "hum", and was patted on the back by Lingshan Jun to completely lull him to sleep.
The rain lasted for several days, and the two clay dolls wore green leaves as bamboo hats and played wild outside.
The next day after the rain stopped, the sun hardened the soil, and Lingshan Jun dug a jar of wine from under the tree.
Ling Shanjun said that the wine was strong, so he only gave Qing Shijiu half a cup. He tasted it, the fruit was sweet and pungent, and he didn't enjoy it all in one sip, so he cheekily begged Lingshan Jun to take another half cup.
Lord Lingshan didn't answer, but poured himself a drink.
Qing Nineteen begged for a long time, staring at Lord Lingshan eagerly. He was wearing a wide-sleeved robe today, and when he toasted, the cuffs slid to his elbows, revealing a smooth and graceful forearm, with raised wrist bones, slender fingers, and the movement of tilting his head to drink was very coquettish.
Qing Nineteen was fascinated by the beauty, but he didn't realize that his tone was getting softer and softer. To Lingshan Jun's ears, it was acting like a baby.
Lord Lingshan suddenly smiled.
Qing Nineteen didn't know what he was laughing at: "Can... can I?"
Ling Shanjun put down his wine glass: "Just half a glass?"
Qing Nineteen: "Yes!"
"What is Madam planning to exchange with me for half a glass of wine?" Lingshan Jun asked softly with a calm expression.
Need something to change? Qing Nineteen thought about it, and found that there was nothing to exchange. All he brought was a change of clothes and the bottle of Yixing Pill.
Qing Nineteen's mind suddenly popped up a word he had just learned: to live under the fence.
Lord Lingshan didn't know his weird thoughts, and didn't expect him to answer the conversation, so he lowered his voice and said, "I have something I want to ask Madam, can Madam allow it?"
Qing Jiujiu didn't know that he had something here that Lord Lingshan wanted, so he asked curiously, "What?"
Ling Shanjun waved at him with a smile, and Qing Jiujiu went to listen. After hearing those few words, he was completely stunned.
Ling Shanjun asked close to his ear, "Madam, can you allow me?"
Qing Nineteen was so frightened that he almost bounced up, but was hugged by Ling Shanjun, so he could only blush and lean into his arms stiffly.
Lingshan Jun still didn't let him go, and the wet breath scratched the tips of his ears one after another: "We are a decent couple who have drank Hebei wine, and are blessed by the emperor and empress. We have been married for so long, it's just a matter of not having a bridal chamber, I know Madame is shy, but doesn't Madam even give her a kiss?"
Qing Nineteen: "..."
Terrible.
Lord Lingshan lowered his head: "What?"
Qing Jiujiu moved his mouth, but finally, he didn't say anything, just stared at him for a while, and leaned over to kiss Lingshan Jun's face as if he was at home.
He tried to get away with it in vain: "Half a glass of..." wine.
The last word was not uttered, but was blocked by Ling Shanjun's lips.
Qing Nineteen was surrounded by Lingshan Monarch, with his head resting on his arm, his ears against his chest, his lips and tongue were caught, and the fragrance of grass and trees was everywhere.
"..."
Qing Jiujiu thought in a daze, it was even worse.
I don't know how long it took Lingshan Jun to let go of Qing Nineteen, and when he came back to his senses, he felt Lingshan Jun's thumb pressing on his lower lip.
"A smell of wine."
Don't you too
Qing Jiujiu blushed and crawled away from Ling Shanjun's arms with all hands and feet.
Lord Lingshan kept his promise and poured him half a glass of wine. Qing Jiujiu glanced at it sadly, and had no desire/desire to drink anymore.
at night.
After Qing Jiu took a bath, she curled up on the couch by the window.
Sleep here tonight.
He closed his eyes, stretched his legs for a while, switched sides for a while, and ran back to the bed dejectedly after a long while.
Lord Ling Shan smiled helplessly when he heard the movement outside through the screen.
…
Habits are a terrible thing.
Since that day, Mr. Lingshan has held down Qing Nineteen Qin from time to time with the excuse of "cooking Madam's favorite dish, I want to reward."
At first, Qing Nineteen would still be ashamed and angry, and would go hand in hand with each other, but later the number of times became more, and he tasted the fun, so he followed the trend.
Can stretch and bend Qing Nineteen.
This day the two were intimate on the couch, Qing Nineteen was covered by Ling Shanjun, her black hair flowed all over the bed, and the sunlight fell into the window, which was a bit glaring.
What day is it
Qing Nineteen closed his eyes.
Can not remember.
…
Qing Shijiu has developed the habit of taking a nap, and every time he wakes up, he feels lost in not knowing where he is.
He rubbed his face to drive away his emotions, took out the jade bottle left by Kong Ling from his Qiankun bag, and poured all the Yixing Pills into his palm.
Qing Nineteen twisted one and swallowed it, and after using this one, there were only six left.
I forgot to hear who said that happy days are always short.
He was in a daze until he heard Lord Lingshan's voice, and then hurriedly hid the little jade bottle into the Qiankun bag.
Lingshan Jun entered the door and put down his bamboo hat, and smiled at Qing Jiujiu: "Madam, change into clothes and take you out to play."
Qing Nineteen opened her eyes wide: "Where are you going?"
"Take you to the reed marshes to see the night fireflies."