The sun is warm, the years are peaceful, and the naughty children's reading voices are particularly loud.
Zhu Pingan sat opposite the naughty kid. As the kid read with deep hatred and bitterness, he quietly and leisurely wrote poems on the rice paper with his brush. For some reason, looking at the naughty kid's fat face with deep hatred and bitterness, his thoughts flowed particularly fast:
"I respectfully report this year's imperial examination. We all hold a pious heart today and pray to the heavens for their approval. I am ordered to offer gold and spice, and taste the flavors of the five pungent vegetables. The Jade Calendar is added, and the beginning of the four seasons is auspicious. The Big Dipper returns to the Tiger, and the stars are warm. The east wind thaws the ice, and the ponds are melting again..."
The sun outside gradually moved towards the middle of the sky, and sunlight shone in through the window. The early spring sunshine was warm, and it stretched out its warm big hands, caressing people's whole body to make them feel comfortable.
When Zhu Ping'an was writing the third Qingci, a servant came running outside and reported that the Marquis had returned and asked the boy to go to the front yard to greet him. The Marquis was the eldest master of the Marquis's house. He inherited the title of Marquis of Linhuai after the old Marquis passed away. He had been away on business some time ago and had just returned.
When the naughty kid heard the news that his father had returned, his fat face was twisted with fear. This naughty kid was not afraid of anything except his father.
But thinking that he had memorized the homework, the naughty boy's chubby face returned to normal, and even thought that his father was satisfied with the homework, so what should he ask for? Then he saw Zhu Pingan sitting opposite him, and he asked his father to kick this bumpkin out.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Zhu Ping'an curled the corners of his lips and asked with a smile as he looked at the naughty child.
"Who's afraid? Humph, I can recite it by heart. You are so stupid that you even recited the wrong words. Humph!"
The naughty kids were so arrogant that they shook their fat faces, snorted, and walked out with their thick legs. However, when they stepped over the threshold, one of them raised his face too high and didn't look at the road carefully, and almost fell flat on his face.
"Oh. Then don't make mistakes when you recite the text like I did."
Zhu Ping'an curled the corners of his lips and gave the naughty kid a kind reminder as he left.
"Humph, I won't be like a bumpkin like you!"
The naughty kid turned around and gave Zhu Ping'an a provocative shake of his fat face, then walked towards the front hall with his thick little legs striding proudly.
No one in the mansion invited him to the front yard. Zhu Ping'an did not join in the fun in the front yard. He tidied up his desk and returned to his guest room. On the way back to his guest room, Zhu Ping'an found that the mansion was much busier today than yesterday, with maids and servants coming and going. It seemed that the grandmother who went to the temple to pray for blessings had also returned.
In the midst of their busy schedule, these maids and servants saw Zhu Ping'an and rolled their eyes at him. These days, there are always a few bad stories about Zhu Ping'an in the mansion, so it would be strange if they had a good impression of Zhu Ping'an.
When Zhu Ping'an returned to the guest room, the naughty kid had already walked into the lobby.
The front hall was very lively at this time. The eldest master who was away on business came back, and the eldest grandmother and the young lady who went to the temple to pray together also came back. Several young ladies from the marquis's mansion, including Li Shu, also came to the front hall.
Li Shu greeted her uncle, aunt, and second aunt, and after a few meaningless pleasantries, she led the maid Baozi to sit aside. She raised her eyebrows and watched the whole family greet each other in a seemingly friendly manner.
The eldest master of the Marquis's Mansion has a very distinctive appearance. How should I put it? He is very fat, a bit like Li Shu's father, but much fatter than Li Shu's father. It seems that he has to breathe heavily when walking. The eldest master of the Marquis's Mansion has three strands of beard on his fat face, as if he wants to be more elegant and refined, but unfortunately he looks more like a cat than a tiger, and looks more like a potato with three whiskers.
Generally speaking, fat people are kind. However, the headmaster of the Marquisate looked rather stern, giving people a feeling that he was not approachable. He wore a square scarf on his head, a round collar shirt, and a belt around his waist.
"Gong'er is here, come and let me see you."
As soon as the naughty boy Li Yangong entered the door, a woman in the front hall called out with joy. This woman was the grandmother of the Marquis's mansion. She was over 40 years old but looked like a woman in her 30s. She combed her hair into a flat bun, and swept her hair up. The fluffy and high-curled hair gave people a sense of dignity and elegance. The collar was smeared with a dark blue color woven into silver threads, and the flying purple double rings formed a golden glow, making the whole body shine.
However, compared with the two concubines who were right next to the eldest master of the marquis's mansion and were trying to please him, the eldest lady was still outshined.
The two young and beautiful concubines accompanied the master on his official business trips to serve him...
"Mom~~" When the naughty child saw his grandmother, he ran over happily, threw himself into her arms, and started to act coquettishly.
Seeing this scene, the second concubine, who was courteous to the eldest master of the marquis's mansion, clenched the handkerchief in her hand imperceptibly.
Li Yangong was born to the second concubine, but he was taken away by the eldest grandmother as soon as he was born, raised under the name of the eldest grandmother, and registered in the family tree. This was also a secret of the Marquis's Mansion, and the eldest master had ordered it to be kept secret. The eldest grandmother took it even more seriously, and anyone who spread rumors was sold out. However, it is better to guard against the mouths of the people than to guard against the river, and there are still many people in the Marquis' Mansion who know about it.
My own biological son, but he can only call me aunt! And call that woman mother!
Every time the second aunt of the eldest house saw the grandmother and the naughty kid being affectionate, her heart would boil and she would feel like a bone stuck in her throat. But the grandmother really liked to tease the naughty kid and show her affection in front of her. She would show it in different ways, reaching new levels and heights... just like this time.
"A loving mother often spoils her child! Gong'er, come here and let your father see how you are doing with your studies."
The master of the Marquis's Mansion said this with a stern face, and then called the naughty child over to check his homework.
"Look at you, why are you yelling? Can't you keep your voice down?" The grandmother held the naughty child in her arms and whispered softly to the master of the marquis's mansion.
"What do you know as a woman? Come here, Gong'er." The master of the marquis's mansion glared at him.
Then, under the glare of the master of the Marquis' Mansion, the naughty child walked up to the master of the Marquis' Mansion with his thick little legs.
"How's your homework?" asked the eldest master of the Marquis's Mansion, looking at the naughty child.
"I've memorized them all." The naughty kid raised his fat face, full of confidence.
Hmm? It was rare to see a naughty child so confident when he asked questions about his homework. The master of the Marquisate was a little surprised, and then he felt relieved. Yan Zhou participated in the imperial examination, and Yan Gong was sensible and knew how to study. Hmm, good, good.
However, the master of the Marquis's Mansion would not show his satisfaction, so as not to let the naughty child develop a proud mentality.
"Have you memorized it all? You know the consequences of lying!" Then, the eldest master of the Marquisate glared at him and said, "Then memorize "The Longevity of the Turtle" with me."
Originally the naughty child was full of confidence, but the glare from the eldest master of the Marquis' Mansion made the child's legs go weak, especially the words "you know the consequences of lying", which scared the child so much that the scenes of his father's severe punishment in the past came to his mind again.
Then, the kid got confused and forgot the lyrics, "Turtle's Longevity", what was that...
"Yes."
At this critical moment, the master of the Marquis's Mansion shouted again.
This shout scared the kid so much that he opened his mouth reflexively:
"Although the tortoise is thin, it still has some meat. Let's make soup first, then eat the meat..."
The voice was clear, the words were distinct, the lyrics were catchy and full of rhythm. At this moment, the voice of the naughty child resounded throughout the room.
After hearing these words, the room suddenly became quiet.
A few seconds later
The suppressed roar of the eldest master of the Marquis' Mansion made the tuft of hair on the naughty child's forehead fly up.
If the eldest lady had not been quick enough to catch the naughty child in her arms, the eldest master of the marquisate would have definitely pressed the child on his legs and rubbed him.
"Why are you so angry? The child is still young." The grandmother protected the naughty child and comforted the eldest master of the marquis's mansion.
"I'm angry? What do you, a woman, know? Even though the divine turtle is skinny, it eats meat to make soup. If outsiders hear this, the whole capital will laugh at me, Li Tingzhu, for not being a good parent!" The eldest master of the marquis's mansion was furious, and smoke was spewing from his seven orifices.
"Why are you yelling? There's more than just this one piece of homework. My son will be able to memorize the next one." The grandmother protected the naughty child and found a way out for both the child and the master. Then she pinched the child's palm, signaling him to express his attitude.
"Well, the previous one doesn't count. I can do the next one." The naughty kid didn't seem very confident.
“Then you recite “Occasional Poem on Returning Home”.” The eldest master of the Marquis’ Mansion became a little less angry, but his expression was still very bad.
"Leaving home when young and returning when old"
"The accent remains unchanged, but the hair has turned grey."
Under the watchful eye of the head master of the Marquis's mansion, the naughty child recited the poem aloud, and he recited it quite fluently without any typos.
"Look, my Gong'er is reciting very well." The grandmother said to smooth things over.
"Why are you butting in? Let Gong'er continue." The eldest master of the marquis's mansion interrupted the grandmother with a glare, then turned his head and looked at the naughty child with a cold fat face and said.
What a stern face!
This frightened the kid again, and he opened his mouth reflexively again:
"Leaving home when young and returning when old"
"The accent remains unchanged, but the hair has turned grey."
“Children meet without knowing each other”
"Laughing and asking the fat guy, who are you?"
He asked the fat man who he was. Fatty, who are you? Fatty! This immediately touched the master's sore spot. The master was very fat, but he hated it most when others said he was fat.
That's great. Fatty, who are you and you're asking with such a smile!
He asked the fat man with a smile, "Who are you?" After he asked this question, the room suddenly became quiet.
A few seconds later
"I'm your fucking dad!"
The suppressed roar of the eldest master of the Marquis's mansion, the sound of slaps rubbing against each other, and the howling of a naughty child like a pig being slaughtered, resounded throughout the room.
"It's all that country bumpkin's fault." The naughty kid cried out in pain after being beaten.
"You're still making excuses!" The eldest master of the Marquis' Mansion shouted again and raised his resting hand again.
Friction, friction... ... (To be continued.)