The next morning, after Tao Er got up, I rubbed my eyes and rolled up the bedding and went to Taoyuan. Lian Er hugged the bedding and followed me. There are only two things that I talk about all day: how difficult it is for the second son, master, you should make people feel at ease...
Alas, pretending to be crazy and acting stupid all day long, won't there be any pressure if she pretends to be me
As soon as he entered Qiao Yuan, he saw Qiao Si practicing calligraphy, his five fingers accustomed to holding swords were awkwardly holding the pen, only to hear a snap, and another one broke...
The master shook his head and sighed, "Why don't I have someone give you a pen."
Qiao Si held the broken pen with some embarrassment, looked up at the master, and then turned to look at me. I walked over with a smile, took off his pen, hooked his chin, saw his eyes flicker with satisfaction, then turned my head and said to the master: "You two hide and play without calling I!"
The master glanced at me with a smile. "I'll take Qiao Si to practice calligraphy, will you come too?"
I shrunk my neck, thinking that it was amazing. I used to be in the mansion. Although I could only bully the two stone lions at the door in terms of martial arts, I was slightly better than Qiao Si in the thesis. Seeing him like this now With the perseverance of learning and striving for both civil and military skills, my pressure suddenly doubled. If this continues, my master, I will not be able to master both literary and martial arts, and the Li family will not even have a bottom person.
"Si'er." I threw away the broken pen, turned my head and said seriously to Qiao Si, "You don't have to force yourself to learn these things, you are fine now, really." I looked into his eyes very sincerely, and looked at him. When his eyelashes fluttered, he looked away slightly unnaturally.
"Not too much." He said, then lowered his head to pick up another pen, "I really like it."
Alas, I don't understand, why is he so obsessed with something that doesn't match his temperament at all? Like the master, I consider myself a hooligan. Although under the strong training of my master, I have flipped through all kinds of schools of thought, but basically I look at it with one eye open and one eye closed, and what I hear is that the left ear goes in and the right ear goes out. Things that hinder the growth of the rogue quality are firmly rejected by me, and the one I am proficient in is the thick black school.
In fact, Qiao Si can be considered a decathlon. The training of the secret door can be described as inhumane. Those who survived such training, such as my family’s Si’er, apart from not being able to have children, probably have nothing to trouble him . But it is clear that the cultural literacy of the master of the secret door needs to be improved. Although the disciples of the sect can know dozens of dialects of the Three Kingdoms, they have no in-depth understanding of the history and culture of the various schools of thought. The strategy theory, the crooked font, let alone my master, even I can't match it. He is proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts, but he is bent on a brush.
Alas, you and I are so sympathetic...
I think many people may have the same feeling as me: the feeling of falling is not terrible, the terrible thing is that you are the only one who falls.
In the past, there was still four children who could give me some comfort. If the four children were all trained by the master to become literati, then I would be the only one left illiterate, and I would be lonely.
I also wanted to persuade Qiao Si to be good, but I didn't expect my master to see through my small thoughts before I spoke. The master held my left hand and squeezed it gently on my palm. "Yu'er, if you're being lazy, don't you allow others to work hard?"
Trembling, I raised my head and met the master's half-smiling eyes, my knees became weak immediately, and I said with a shy smile, "Master, look at what you said, am I that kind of person?" Then I turned to Qiao Si and said: "Si'er, learn from the master carefully, and one day you will be able to take the number one exam!"
Qiao Si twitched the corner of his mouth and gave me a speechless expression.
At this time, Lian Er finally made the bed, stood at the door and said to me: "Master, the bed is made, you can rest now. The fifth son will come to take your pulse after noon, please don't wander around."
Well, I saw that the master was respectful to me in front of me, and I didn't know who called "you, you, you" to me just now outside! This Lian'er has the same virtues as her master, and she looks like the former and the latter.
The master nodded for me, Lian'er got the order and went down, the three of us were left in the room, and there was a servant waiting outside. Qiao Si has always been a loner and is not used to being waited on by others. This young man is only responsible for cleaning and cleaning.
Hearing the sound of sweeping the floor outside, I felt drowsy again. Although I slept peacefully in Tao Er's arms last night, I got up early today after all, and now I want to sleep again. I felt my jaw go cold, but it was gently pinched by the master. When I lifted it up, I blinked and looked at the master.
"I heard that you haven't slept well these few days." Fingertips passed over the eyes, warm and cool, "Have you had a nightmare again?"
I squinted my eyes and took advantage of the situation to rub twice. "I haven't even fallen asleep, how can I have a nightmare. Sigh, I don't know if it's really pretending to be evil or I am suspicious. In short, it's very weird."
The master used to say, "Silent words are strange and distracting." I told him those things would definitely be refuted by him, so I simply didn't say anything. I yawned, slumped my shoulders and said, "Master, let me make up for the feeling of returning to the cage first." Wake me up when you have lunch." Then he said to Qiao Si: "Si Er, you have to watch over me, sir, and don't run around!" Even though it was sunny, I was still a little timid in my heart, and someone was guarding me outside. I also feel more at ease.
Qiao Si still had a speechless expression, but the master sighed and said with a smile: "Joe Si and I are guarding outside, you can rest assured and sleep."
The master and Qiao Si are both idle, one is never tired of learning, the other is tireless in teaching, sometimes watching them teach the other, my master, I am depressed and watching "Golden Plum" from the sidelines, feeling that I am superfluous.
Besides, these two people are very similar. Once they focus on something, they can work without sleeping, eating or drinking for a few days. In order to handle the case, the master went through the files over the years without closing his eyes for three days and three nights, and Qiao Si also lay in ambush for three days and three nights without moving a muscle in order to assassinate someone. As for my lord, the one thing I have persisted in for the longest is probably that it is better to live than to die...
Before leaving, he glanced back resentfully, and the two had already entered the teaching state again. Sure enough, among the five young masters, Master and Qiao Si are still the two with the best relationship.
In order to adapt to my random "luckyness", all the beds in the Li Mansion are double beds. Different from Yan Yuan's gloomy medicinal fragrance, Qiao Si's room is neat and tidy, with no extra utensils. All the utensils are arranged randomly, but they constitute an excellent offensive and defensive angle without blind spots. In fact, you can see a person's character from his room. Qiao Si's room is as neat as his own, simple but not simple. The master's room is complete with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the four treasures of the study are waiting on him. He can tune the plain piano and read the golden scriptures. If he is not my own master, I can really hide as far away as possible in such an environment... Tang San's room and Qiao Si What is different is the same goal, the same is not simple, but it is composed of complex mechanisms, every step is startling, strangers should not enter. Yan Wu is known to be either poison or medicine, which is not to my liking, but Tao Er and I have the same stink. The room is full of antique calligraphy, paintings, gold, silver and treasures.
Lian Er spread out Qiao Si's bean curd quilt on the inside, and spread out my own bedding on the outside. The two pillows were connected. After looking at it for a long time, she suddenly felt sad for some reason, and didn't dare to think about it anymore. , I got into the bed, and when I closed my eyes, I started to feel sleepy. It is about the time of the past, the sun is warmly falling on the bed through the window, the sound of sweeping and sweeping comes from outside, and the sound of "brush-brush-", the master lowers his voice and guides Qiao's four strokes, which are as light and soft as a feather Scanning the apex of my heart, I thought in a daze: Sure enough, it is more comfortable to sleep during the day...
I vaguely felt that someone was standing in front of the bed and lightly pressed the corner of the quilt for me.
"Did he find it..."
"What is he trying to do... What should we do?"
"Perhaps, we should face it..."
Qiao Si likes to dry the quilt. This quilt has a faint breath of sunshine, warm and comfortable. At the beginning, I said very emotionally: Children who grow up in the dark never stop looking for light...
He was always working in the opposite direction of his old self, the master said, because he had low self-esteem and hated his past.
He has humbled himself, so shouldn't I be even more humbled to the dust
Even if he turned out to be a prodigal man, I would recognize him, not to mention that he is the young master of the secret door. Even though the existence of the secret door is a bit disgraceful, he is still young and promising, and ignorant girls will clap their hands and shout how cool, I Although she is not a girl, she also admires him for being able to survive in such an environment and live a better life than most people. Sometimes when I see him with a gloomy expression, I would also joke that he is "out of the mud but not stained, clean and clear but not demon" to comfort me. I don't know whether he is successful or not, but as I have seen before, he is still He never stopped transforming himself.
"He's just a dog of the imperial court, the most shameful one!"
A voice suddenly sounded!
Angry from my heart, I slapped him with my hands. "The person who is least qualified to say this is you!"
Even if it is, you are the ones who turned people into dogs. What right do you have to despise others with such a superior attitude! He is nobler than any of you!
"You hit me for him?"
"If you say it again, I will still beat you! Beat me to death!"
The right hand trembled violently, this man in front of me really deserves a beating, he blinded my dog eyes and thought he was a gentle and kind person! Can you insult my Qiao Yu!
Holding my breath in my heart, it was difficult to breathe, I could only gasp with my mouth wide open, Qiao Yu held my hand and said in a low voice, "Forget it."
Calculate! What counts! If my people are bullied, can I just forget about it!
"This is my business, don't meddle in it!" I turned back and yelled at him.
He looked down at me with a faint smile in his eyes.
"Yingyu... I don't care."
I am most afraid of another "pretend not to care", knowing that I am easy to soften my heart, but each one makes me feel bad!
"Qiao Yu!" I twisted the back of my hand hard, "Don't be afraid of him just because of his identity! You won't follow him from now on, follow me!"
You will be mine from now on! If people don't offend me, I won't offend others. If people offend me, I will destroy them all! I don't care about the emperor, whoever dares to touch me, is tired of his mother's work!
"Yingyu..." was lingering.
"Yingyu..." The pain pierced my heart.
"Yingyu..." Nostalgia never forgets.
"Master!!" There was a thunder!