Ling Shan Jun

Chapter 6

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"What's your name?"

When Qing Nineteen was in the Peacock Mansion, he served in the Jiange, and his work was easy. Every day he cleaned the strange iron objects in the Jiange.

One day, the sons of the Peacock Mansion came up, and when they left, one of them stopped him.

Qing Nineteen recognized this face, it was Kong Shen, the second son of the Peacock Mansion.

"The slave's name is Qing Nineteen."

After getting a response, Kong Shen left.

After that, Qing Nineteen met the Second Young Master in Jiange from time to time. He held the ironware to wipe it, and Kong Shen told him from the side, where, when and how he got it.

In fact, Qing Nineteen is not very interested in this, but the second son is in a good mood, as a servant, he can't let his master lose face.

Kong Shen came frequently, and the other servants in Jiange looked at Qing Jiujiu differently.

Until one day, Qing Nineteen was stopped by Qing Si on his way to Jiange.

Qingsi is an old man from the Peacock Mansion, and Qingjiu has received a lot of care from him because he is of the same family as him, and he is regarded as a reliable elder.

Qing Si dragged Qing Nineteen to the porch, lowered his voice and asked, "What's the matter with you and Second Young Master? Nineteen, have you forgotten everything I told you?"

Qing Nineteen was wronged: "I remember, I understand my identity."

Qing Si sighed: "The gossip is almost going to the eldest son. Do you know how the gossip is spread?"

"About knowing."

It's just that he has no shame, is so ambitious, and relies on his good skin to climb the dragon and the phoenix, turn himself into the master.

He had heard these words a lot, the house slaves usually had no fun, they just liked to arrange people, these words repeated themselves, and they also applied to Qing Jiujiu.

Qing Sidao: "I am the master, you don't have to go to the Jiange from now on, go to the side yard to do sweeping first, to avoid the limelight."

Qing Jiujiu knew that he was doing it for her own good, so although she was a little annoyed, she agreed.

Before Qingsi left, he warned again: "Nineteenth, the second son is related to the young lady of the red-bellied horned pheasant's family. You are a smart child, so don't do stupid things."

Qing Nineteen spent a few days sweeping in the side courtyard, and was called by the ninth son Kong Ling to the Book Pavilion.

The one who came to pick him up was Feng Yi who was beside Kong Ling. Feng Yi took a set of uniforms for the servants of the Book Pavilion and told him to change into them.

Qing Nineteen's eyelids twitched, he didn't understand how he, a nobody, got the favor of the young masters.

He changed his clothes, followed Feng Yi across most of the Peacock Mansion, and stepped into the Book Pavilion for the first time.

The Book Pavilion is a separate courtyard, built in a grand style, with black tiles and white walls, and frightened birds hanging from the cornices. It is three stories high.

When Qing Jiujiu looked up, he saw a figure passing behind the leaky window on the third floor.

Feng took him straight up to the third floor, Kong Ling nestled in the armchair in an irregular shape, with her legs crossed on the table, condescendingly glanced at Qing Jiujiu who was kneeling on the ground: "Are you my second brother's sweetheart?"

"Head up."

Qing Jiujiu looked up tremblingly, thinking, I really couldn't wash myself off even if I jumped into the river.

Kong Ling hooked the corners of her lips, her brows brightened: "Well, it still catches my eyes."

He raised his head and shouted, "Everyone is here, what are you doing hiding?"

Kong Shen turned out from behind the bookshelf.

Except for the eldest son, the rest of the sons and daughters have to come to Shuge to study every day, and it is inevitable that Qing Shijiu will meet Kong Shen every day.

What made Qing Nineteen a little relaxed was that Kong Shen didn't do anything beyond the bounds. He just appeared in front of Qing Jiujiu who was cleaning the bookshelves on time every day, took out a book, and started talking to himself, who wrote the book, what it was about, and his own views on it.

Qing Jiujiu secretly thought: Fortunately, I am doing something, if I just do this and listen, I am afraid I will fall asleep.

One day, while he was cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard, the door on the first floor of Shuge was opened, and Kong Shen waved to him.

Qing Nineteen approached and heard him say: "Nineteen, copy a few words for me."

Qing Nineteen blushed: "I can't read."

Kong Shen was a little surprised, and then he restrained his expression and said: "It's okay, it's just copying, and the head office of Yihuhuahualao!"

Before Qing Nineteen could speak again, Kong Shen stuffed the pen into his hand, tore some blank rice paper, and finally spread out a book on the table.

Kong Shen's fingertips slid two columns along the book: "Just copy here for me, can you hold a pen?"

Qing Nineteen shook his head, and Kong Shen picked up his pen to demonstrate to him: "Look at me, just take it like this."

Qing Jiu half imitated his posture and pinched the pen holder, and was urged to write. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and write down the pen.

"Haha! What is this!"

A woman's charming smile suddenly came from very close behind her, Qing Jiujiu was startled, and the rice paper she was writing was torn away.

He doesn't even know how to hold a pen, and the characters in his pen have no sharpness, and the ups and downs are soft, because he can't control the pen finely, and the characters are extraordinarily large. After writing a character, there are several branches.

The four girls from the Peacock Mansion laughed wildly, and the rattles on their heads jingled: "Kong Shen, don't choose someone like this to help you copy books, are you deliberately trying to disgrace Mr. "

As if there was something in her words, she threw the rice paper to the maid next to her, and hugged Kong Shen intimately: "Brother, promise me something, I'll copy it for you."

Without waiting for Kong Shen to speak, she waved at Qing Nineteen without looking at her: "What are you still doing here, sweep your yard."

Qing Jiujiu saluted, turned around and ran away.

The next day, the words were inexplicably pasted on the door of the bookstore, and they were read over and over again. In the lower right corner of the rice paper, there was a small script written by a kind person.

Qing Nineteen Books.

Kong Ling tore up the paper, and threw it in the courtyard: "What did Kong Si do wrong? Bad-hearted girls will turn ugly. Doesn't she care about her own face in the mirror?"

Later, Qing Nineteen fell asleep one night, and was dragged off the bed by several people, and brought to Lord Peacock.

There were only two people seated in the hall, Lord Peacock and the Eldest Prince Kong Jing.

Qing Jiujiu knelt on the ground, her heart was cold.

"You are the one who seduced Kong Shen?" The Master Peacock on the seat opened his mouth, with a deep voice, pretending to be majestic.

Qing Nineteen's voice was like a mosquito: "I don't have one."

Master Peacock patted the teacup: "You didn't? You didn't hook him, would he fall in love with you?"

"You are a Jiange's sweeper. You are really capable. Kong Shen only went to Jiange once and was hooked by you. He was so fascinated that he transferred you to Shuge. Who taught you these crooked ways?"

Qing Nineteen took a deep breath, her voice a little hoarse: "No one taught me."

Qing Shijiu didn't know how many times he had repeated the words "I don't have one". Later, Kong Shen broke in, knelt down beside him without saying a word, grabbed his hand firmly, and told Master Peacock that he was going to withdraw from the peace agreement. Marriage in the house of the red-bellied ceras.

Master Peacock was furious, and immediately ordered someone to drag Qing Jiu out and kill him with a stick.

Kong Shen was protecting him tightly, and Mrs. Peacock was so angry that he did it himself, causing chaos in the hall.

"I'm sincere to Nineteen! I don't want anyone but him! I don't want to be married to a red-bellied horned pheasant, and I haven't met his lady, so how can I know whether her looks and temperament are compatible! Enemy!"

"You want to get married to the House of the Red-bellied Horned Pheasant, you go and marry her! Eldest brother is fine too! He didn't marry either! There are so many sons, whoever you want to marry, anyway, I don't want to marry, I only want to be nineteen!"

Qing Nineteen was protected by Kong Shen, but still suffered injuries all over his body. Kong Shen was worse than him, and couldn't even get out of bed.

Qingsi came to see him, applied medicine to his wound, and sighed, "You have to thank Second Young Master for saving your life."

Qing Jiujiu's head was stuffed in the crook of his arms, thinking: It's not because of him that I am so miserable, why should I thank him.

Kong Shen pestered him, but all the faults were on him. Rumors are full of how he seduced Kong Shen, stunned the second son, not only took him to the bookstore to meet day and night, but also openly contradicted Mr. Peacock, and wanted to resign the marriage of the red-bellied horned pheasant mansion, but he would not marry .

Everything was pressed on Qing Jiujiu's head. It was he who flattered the lord and wanted the second son to break off the engagement.

Qing Si gave him the medicine, walked back and forth in the house a few times, and said, "Nineteen, do you know Xiaochunzhuang?"

Qing Nineteen woke up.

The dream was full of things from the past, and when he woke up suddenly, he was in a daze of not knowing where he was.

It wasn't until an arm lifted him up from the bed, and his back pressed against his warm chest, that he felt the real feeling of falling to the ground.

A bowl of bitter-smelling medicine was placed in front of him, Qing Jiujiu raised his head and saw Lingshan Jun's jawline.

"No medicine."

Fang Fang woke up from a big dream, somewhat in a trance and somewhat fragile, all turned into dependence on Lingshan Jun, and unconsciously acted coquettishly.

Ling Shanjun coaxed softly: "Hey, I'm worried about you."

So Qing Jiujiu pinched his nose, honestly swallowed, and just put down the bowl, a piece of sweet cake was stuffed into his mouth.

Qing Nineteen turned around and hugged Lingshan Jun's waist, put his head against his chest, and muttered, "I almost thought I was going to die."

Lingshan Jun stroked his back: "No."

Qing Jiujiu didn't say a word, the pain just now came without warning, it was so weird that it made people feel uneasy, he couldn't help hugging Lingshan Jun even tighter.

If this is the case, those feared things will not happen.

After this day, Qing Nineteen drank an extra bowl of medicine every day.

Qing Nineteen drank it for two days and couldn't stand it anymore, so he sneaked down and poured a bigger bowl down the back of his neck when Lingshan Jun pinched his neck.

"Ma'am, don't deceive me."

Qing Nineteen was miserable: "..."

How dare.

Where are you blind, you are the golden eyes that came out of the Taishang Laojun's furnace.

Qing Nineteen opened his eyes dizzily, the sky outside the window was going to be dark.

Again.

He got up with limp hands and feet, slipped on his slippers, put on his coat and left the room.

Mr. Lingshan recently changed the dining table and chairs to a couch, and put soft cushions and pillows soaked in rosin. Just as Qing Jiu got up from the bed, she slumped on the couch again, hugging the soft pillow and staring at the steaming dishes on the low table in a daze.

The two clay dolls were skinless, so they climbed up on the couch, beat his legs and rubbed his waist.

"Good boy, so sweet."

Qing Shijiu was touched for a while, he has been very weird recently, not to mention lethargy, he also has inexplicable back pain, and even wakes up at night with cramps and pain.

He was drowsy under the service of the clay figurine, and suddenly his eyes widened.

... He had a strange idea.

Lingshan Jun came over with an empty bowl, but he grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"What's wrong?"

Qing Nineteen had a strange expression on his face, he hesitated, and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Is it convenient to tell?" Lingshan Jun lowered his voice, as if he was telling some little secret, "Then tell me secretly."

Qing Jiujiu looked sad: "You also know that I can't wake up these days, and my back is sore and my legs are cramping. I... am I going to become an old man?"

Lord Lingshan: "..."