When Zhu Ping'an learned that Li Shu had people strip Hong Jian, who wanted to climb onto the bed, of her clothes and made her kneel at the second gate as punishment, he was still somewhat surprised by Li Shu's behavior, although this behavior was unexpected but reasonable.
This is the feudal Ming Dynasty, not the modern society of freedom, democracy and equality. In the feudal society, you have to follow the survival rules of the feudal society. Maids are the lowest class in the feudal society. It is understandable that they want to change their fate. Climbing into bed is one of the means, and it is a high-return investment, but high returns mean high risks. The stock market is risky, and investment should be cautious. When you choose to climb into bed, you have to accept the risks brought by climbing into bed.
I understand the reason, but why do you have to strip naked?!
In this feudal society, stripping girls naked and making them kneel in front of everyone is a bit too much. Even a beating or a heavy fine would be better than this. At least leave some fig leaves to cover your body. Maybe the bra was invented earlier.
But thinking about Li Shu's past behavior, it's not surprising that she would do something like stripping and forcing people to kneel.
"By the way, can you at least leave some fig leaf?" Zhu Ping'an said to Li Shu.
"She has no shame. She needs to be stripped naked to make her feel ashamed!" Li Shu said as she glared at Zhu Ping'an and looked him up and down. "What's wrong? Are you being gentle with women?"
"What the hell..." Zhu Pingan curled his lips, then suddenly looked at Li Shu for two seconds, imitating Li Shu's movements, looking Li Shu up and down, and asked with a curled lip corner, "What's the matter, are you jealous?"
"Jealous?"
Li Shu seemed a little caught off guard when she heard this. Her cheeks turned red and the book in her delicate hands trembled. But in the next second, her cherry lips pouted, and then she rolled her eyes and laughed like a lark, "Haha... It's so funny. Who would be jealous of a stinky toad like you?"
"That's it, how can I be kind to someone I've never met?" Zhu Pingan shrugged and said calmly.
"Who knows what you are thinking?" Li Shu said angrily.
Forget it, it’s all over, there’s no point in saying more.
It was already past noon, and the girl Hong Jian had been handed over to the Madam. It was useless for me to suggest bikinis or bikinis to Li Shu. I thought that after Hong Jian was handed over to the Madam, although she would be punished, she would not be stripped naked and forced to kneel.
So Zhu Pingan didn't continue talking about this topic. After sleeping in bed for a long time, it was time to get up.
"Please both of you step aside. I need to get up." Zhu Ping'an bowed slightly on the bed.
"Who wants to see you!" Li Shu said coquettishly, and led the little maid out of the room.
After Zhu Pingan watched Li Shu and the maid Baozi leave the room, he lifted the quilt, changed his clothes, and got out of bed to wash up. After washing up, the feeling of hangover was swept away, and the whole person instantly felt full of blood and revived, with a long-lost spirit.
It was already past noon, and after washing up, Zhu Ping'an felt a little hungry, and was about to go out to find something to eat when he saw Li Shu and the maid Baozi coming to the door again, with Baozi holding a food box in her hand.
"Master, it's time to eat~~" The little maid Baozi put the food box on the table like presenting a treasure.
"Thank you very much."
Zhu Ping'an bowed to thank Li Shu and Baozi, the little maid, then opened the food box without hesitation and started to enjoy it. The meal was generally light, and there was also a bowl of rice porridge. Although it was light, it still tasted very good.
"How does it taste?" Li Shu blinked her eyes and asked with interest as she saw Zhu Ping'an eating with relish.
"Even the porridge and side dishes are so delicious. The cooking skills of your family have improved again."
Zhu Pingan ate all the vegetables on the plate, not even leaving out the last one, then wiped his mouth slightly and gave a thumbs up, praising today's lunch.
"You have good taste." Li Shu seemed to be in a much better mood. "My family's chef is unique. Others don't have this blessing."
After lunch, Li Shu took the little maid Baozi back to the backyard, saying that she wanted to see how her aunt dealt with the red paper.
After eating and drinking, Zhu Pingan sat at his desk and began to practice calligraphy after Li Shu and Baozi, the maid, left. The palace examination would be held in a few days. The palace examination was different from the provincial examination and the metropolitan examination. After the provincial examination and the metropolitan examination, someone would rewrite your test paper and send it for review. Since it would be rewritten anyway, it didn't matter whether your handwriting was good or not. But the palace examination was different. After you finished answering the paper, there was no copying process. Your original paper would be reviewed directly. Therefore, your handwriting was particularly important in the palace examination.
The key to calligraphy practice is persistence. Although my calligraphy has long gone from the realm of being a master to a superb one, calligraphy practice is still indispensable. Calligraphy practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't make progress, you will fall behind. Learning never ends, and the same is true for calligraphy practice. Zhu Ping'an insists on practicing calligraphy every day, and with the accumulation of time, he can always make progress. When practicing calligraphy this time, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but recall the plaque written by Yan Song that he saw in Heniantang Pharmacy last time. Yan Song was not a good person, but his handwriting was amazing. He was graceful and vigorous, and even his handwriting showed a sense of righteousness.
It is a bit unbelievable that a famous traitor in history could have a righteous character in his handwriting. Now think about it, the saying that handwriting reflects the writer can only reflect the psychological state of the writer.
It is said that before his death, Yan Song wrote down the fourteen characters "I have been loyal to my country all my life, and I will let others judge right and wrong after my death" with great difficulty, and then threw down his pen and died. Perhaps in Yan Song's heart, he still believed that he was a loyal minister and gentleman with lofty integrity from beginning to end. Yan Song's self-righteous mentality probably made his calligraphy also carry lofty integrity.
Thinking of this, Zhu Ping'an suddenly realized something. He put his brush into writing with thick ink, and the three words "Heniantang" appeared one by one on the rice paper. It was surprisingly 70% similar to the plaque of Heniantang.
It is true.
Zhu Ping'an smiled as he looked at the handwriting he had imitated, and then continued practicing calligraphy. He wrote the three words "Heniantang" five times in a row. In the end, these three words were already 90% similar to the Heniantang plaque.
Similar in appearance and spirit.
I unexpectedly mastered the skill of imitation writing by accident, which was a pleasant surprise.
Zhu Ping'an burned the rice paper on which he practiced imitating Yan Song's calligraphy, and then started practicing calligraphy again. This time he did not imitate Yan Song's calligraphy, but tried to integrate the righteousness in Yan Song's calligraphy into his own calligraphy, giving his calligraphy flesh and blood, and the spirit of riding the wind and waves, as well as carrying a sense of righteousness.
He kept writing without stopping until a servant came to report that Master Zhang Siwei and Master Wang Shizhen, who had visited Zhu Ping'an last time, were now waiting outside the door. Only then did Zhu Ping'an stop writing.
After thanking the visitor, Zhu Ping'an washed his hands and left the room. After thinking for a while, he turned back, put the Fat Duck purse in his arms, and walked out the door. (To be continued.)