I'm coming for a kiss.
It really doesn't look like what Xie Ying said, but it really is what Xie Ying said.
Cui Xie was overexcited, and he didn't know what to do for a while, so he subconsciously replied, "Okay, you grab it." After that, he was a little annoyed, thinking that what he said was too stupid and ruined the good atmosphere of confession.
He was about to come up with a few nice words, but Xie Ying pressed him into his arms and let him listen to the vigorous beating of his heart, and said equally forcefully: "Your ancestors do not allow you to be married. I can only come and force you to marry. I want you to have a man to accompany you for the rest of your life, even if you can't have children around your knees when you are old, there will always be someone to accompany you, so you won't be alone."
Cui Xie's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, the scene in his eyes seemed to be distorted by someone, the entire forest was blurred and retreated, only Xie Ying's loving face was clearly and closely displayed in front of him.
He didn't realize that this was actually the result of himself pressing Xie Ying's shoulders hard, pulling his spine apart and lengthening it, and turning his face to the other side.
The hat that he had held all the way before was also ruthlessly thrown into the grass at this time. He was so close to Xie Ying, his eyes flashed with a brilliance that was brighter than the scattered light spots swaying in the forest, and he stared at him and said: "My ancestors only told me not to have a biological child with a woman, for fear of giving birth to a child with great luck to take advantage of the good fortune in the family, and it doesn't matter if I marry a man."
After thinking for a while, he added with a smile: "You can be a suffragette at such a young age, you must be a person with great luck, and I can still get a little light with you."
Xie Ying shook his head and said, "I got your blessing. If I hadn't met you, I'd be just an ordinary household now."
Thousands of households are already unusual. Jin Yiwei has so many hereditary and hereditary households, many of them can only squat at home, can't even get a little salary, let alone a real job? Cui Xie was more proud of this than Xie Ying himself, and said with a smile, "I still borrowed your Dongfeng. Without you, I would have died as soon as I wore it."
"Huh?" The word "wear" was used strangely, Xie Ying thought he was going to say "coming out" from the capital, so she smiled at him and took off his hair net without thinking about it.
Cui Xie had just washed his hair, but without the headscarf and the hairnet bundles, it went straight down, blocking the vision on both sides. He subconsciously thought that many heroines with heavy makeup in ancient costume dramas had their hats smashed and their hair fell out, and then the surrounding group performers all inhaled, as if only to find out that she was a woman...
He couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand to twiddle his hair, and said, "What is this for? We've slept more than once. You don't know that I'm a man or a woman?"
Xie Ying pulled his hand away, said softly "Don't make trouble", then took off his hat and hair net, and picked out a long strand of hair from the back of his head, which was in line with the strand that fell on the side of his face. Hair tied together.
The knot is a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about the love.
He didn't say a word, but he had already said the most reassuring words in the world. Cui Xie also silently pulled out a strand of hair and tied it like he did. The two of them faced each other, with a strand of tightly tied hair hanging down from each cheek. They couldn't even turn their heads. to old age.
Xie Ying held a small dagger in his hand, and wanted to cut off the bundle of hair he tied. But because Cui Xie also tied a bunch, he didn't want to cut it, so he didn't even care about the bunch he tied, he held the saddle and jumped down, and while the hair was pulling so much that Cui Xie bowed his head, he hugged him down. .
He is here to rob the relatives, since he stole this beauty back, there is no reason to let him go.
He hugged Cui Xie and walked a few steps, pressed him against the thick and smooth ancient tree beside him, lifted the hem of the long gown, reached deeper with his hands, lowered his voice and pretended to be fierce: If I rob you, you will be my Xie Mou’s person from now on as a scholar! You follow me in peace, and I have treasures of gold and silver for you. After a while…”
He couldn't help laughing as he talked, lowered his head and kissed Cui Xie, and whispered, "I will prepare a decent wedding at my new home in a few days. I can't rob you for nothing, even a happy candle. I can't let you go."
Cui Xie raised his neck so that he could bite open the placket, leaving a crimson mark along the lower edge of the collar, and digging his fingers deep into his long hair. He closed his eyes and gasped for a while, and when he got used to the tyranny of the hand below, he said hoarsely: "We both wore bright red clothes that day, aren't we getting married? The red candle is not important, what matters is the person... Wait for us. When I retire and get old, I will go to the countryside to build a big mansion and live together, and then make up for a sunset red wedding…”
Xie Ying raised his head and glanced at it. At this time, it was the time when the setting sun was hiding in the mountains. The sun was invisible. There was only a red glow on the horizon, which dyed half of the forest red. He said with some pity, "Although the sunset is good today, the wedding cannot be held, so I can only compensate you a good person."
At this time, the little white horse was chasing after him, trying to push him away to rub his master, but the master patted him on the forehead and pushed him away, telling him to go out to eat grass. The chestnut-colored horse was much calmer, no matter what the people did, flicking its tail to find some green twigs not far away, occasionally raising its head to taste the leaves, but not even turning its head to the two people.
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The monks of Pingpo Temple waited until the sky was dark before waiting for Cui Xie to return, but when they returned, they said goodbye instead of staying in peace.
Those monks struggled to keep them, but Cui Xie only said that he met a friend in Jingli on the way, and asked his friend for news about his family. His luggage was still in the temple, and he didn't take much. He only packed the latest sketches of comic strips he drew in his spare time, and the monks told his family to pack up and take away the rest.
The acquaintance of Pingpo Temple was really sorry and regretful, so he personally sent him out of the temple gate, and even asked the little novice to send him down the mountain. There is someone waiting below Cui Xie to pick him up, where can he send it? He only pulled the reins and said, "I'll ride down the mountain later, I don't need this little master to send him off. I also hope that Master Guisi will recite a few sutras in front of the Buddha for my ancestors, and then I will ask my family to send money and bamboo to my family. Church's scriptures."
Qingzhutang has been open for so many years. There is no serious shop, and there is no serious opening date. Except for the New Year, it is really not easy to buy his family scriptures. Cui Zhuangyuan was willing to send the scriptures, and the acquaintances were also very happy, and replied with a smile on his face: "The Lord is so devout and revered, the Buddha will naturally know it, and the blessings of the noble family will grow day by day, and all respected relatives will have blessings."
Cui Xie sincerely thanked him, and not long after he led the horse out, he did not enter a dense forest, and went to ride on the horse of King Xie, who was robbing his relatives.
He didn't enter Beijing until the next day, and the family members brought from Qian'an were still watching and praying for blessings in major temples, but no one could debunk his rendezvous outside. He pretended to have just come back from the mountains, and when he got home, he asked his grandparents for safety, checked the homework of his younger brothers, and visited everywhere with small gifts such as safety amulets, Buddha statues, scriptures, and paintings that he had bought before entering the city in the morning. A circle of old friends.
Only some thieves have a guilty conscience and did not go to Xie's house immediately after returning.
Although the person has not gone, the heart has already flown away. In the new draft of the Jinyiwei comic strip, An Qianhu and the big and small Xu Qianhu, Yao Qianhu, and others who were pretending to be merchants should cooperate to detain the Japanese pirates. After the plot was finished, I asked Xie Zhenfu to ask for the decree, and asked a young and romantic Cui Hanlin to act as an interpreter.
This Cui Hanlin is eight feet tall and has a dignified appearance. At home, he also had a teacher-student friendship with the poet Li Bai. He is also a bold man who is good at drinking and dancing swords. But because writing poetry is really a mind-blowing thing, and the people who are really in charge of writing the manuscript are Wang Zhuangyuan, Liang Zhuangyuan, and others.
Because the new draft was drawn in the countryside of Qian'an, there was no assistant Cui Qi by his side, and he had a lot of time, so he drew a little more meticulously: the characters' eyebrows and eyes were clearly defined, and the lines of the clothes were clear, except that there were no ink lines.
After settling down at home, he went to visit Mr. Li again with the new script, and wanted to ask the teacher to help him talk to Wang Zhuangyuan and add a scene to him in the script.
Li Dongyang first flipped through the comic strip and enjoyed the thrill of watching the new chapter first. The climax of this volume came one after another, and the first time Zhongjin Yiwei fought the Japanese pirates head-on. An Qianhu dressed up as a woman for several issues and finally took off his vest!
After he was taken to the ship by the Japanese pirates, he used the excuse that he was a noble girl, and often played with fireworks at home, and asked those Japanese pirates to find fireworks to set off during the day. And the big and small Xu Qianhu, Li Qianhu, Yao Qianhu and others who followed them saw the fireworks signal, so they pretended to be businessmen and took a boat to surround the Japanese pirates' ship, and got on board in the name of business.
In order to deceive and rob them of the goods on their ships, the Japanese pirates pretended to entertain them with a banquet, and at the banquet they also invited An Qianhu to come out to enjoy the singing and dancing. Just halfway through the banquet, when the thieves were about to throw the cup and call for the arranged assassins to come out, An Qianhu suddenly attacked. And Xu and Yao Qianhu, who were dressed as silk and porcelain merchants, and the school captains they led also took off their plain clothes, revealing crimson trails and bright daggers, and they swept away the thieves in the room with a few people.
Outside the Japanese pirates, small boats were already surrounded by large ships, and the captains of Jinyiwei grabbed the edge of the boat with zip lines and rushed to jump on the boat.
Mr. Li looked in good spirits, and called out a few times. When he saw that Cui Xie was carrying private goods to be published in the pictorial, he just chuckled: "Don't you see Jin Yiwei becoming famous, and you are also envious? If this is called Jiefu, Dehui and the others have seen it, and I'm afraid they have to find a way to add themselves... Even if each person only adds a few pages, I'm afraid that your comic strip will continue in a few years."
Choi Xie's ambition is more than a few years of serialization? He also wants to be like the Marvel Universe, recruiting a lot of screenwriters and painters, constantly overturning and restarting, and printing it for a lifetime!
He leaned over to the teacher and seemed to be behaving honestly to please him: "The students are also trying to pave the way for the teacher. After a few years, the good painting Mr. was falsely accused of being in prison."
Mr. Li pointed at him to set up a small essay for the person he was working on, glanced at him, and said with a smile: "It is my disciple of Li Dongyang, I have to ask him to learn to write poetry, and the disciples of Lay Master Qinglian can only drink and dance swords. You are the ancestor of Mai Tai! This Cui Hanlin can be added, but he must be a person who is poetic and romantic... Poetry does not have to be very good, after all, there is no one in history, and he can't compete with famous people at that time."
After all, Teacher Li was willing to let his apprentice go.
He put down the picture scroll and sighed to himself: "I originally thought that you could be a sage, and the three years of studying in the Hanlin happened to be at ease with the bachelors to learn poetry and poetry. I don't want you to be the champion all of a sudden, and you don't have to study in the library. , then there is no other gentleman to teach you, you should come back and read poetry with me for a few years, and do a few years of science kung fu."
Science
Cheng Zhu Neo-Confucianism in the Song Dynasty
Isn't that the famous feudal dross? He who has received materialist education for so many years does not really want to come back to receive this idealistic backward ideological education. This kind of thing just closes your eyes for the exam, can't you just throw it away after passing the imperial examination
Li Dongyang could see the resistance in his heart, but he just thought he didn't want to write poetry, so he patted him comfortably: "Writing poetry is not as difficult as you think, read more ancient texts, see more beautiful scenery, and always be able to write A few things that can be seen by people. If you really can't make a Tang Dynasty vein, you can put down your time to study the psychology of psychology, and put it into poetry, and you can follow the way of the Song people."
Although Li Dongyang is his teacher, there are always children who are not like their fathers, and students who are not like teachers... Teacher Li also recognizes it.
He had just finished reading Cui Xie's drawing, and he was in a good mood. He didn't want to embarrass his disciples, and he was afraid that he would contaminate his own mood by writing a sour, turban-like work, so he pushed the drawing away and took a pen and paper for him. Taking notes, he sat at the table and said, "I'll tell you about a few schools of Song Xue today, and I'll talk about the words of Zhou Cheng, Zhang Shao, and five sons in the future."
After a pause, he added: "Shao Kangjie's learning is biased towards arithmetic, it is difficult and complicated, and few people have passed it on to future generations. Nowadays, those who claim to have inherited it are very shallow. You only need to know a little bit. The son is the master."
As for Zhu Zi's knowledge, it is all in the imperial examination books. Cui Xie memorized the Four Books, the Book of Songs Zhu Zi's Notes and Zhu Zi's Quotations by heart. Is there any reason why he is not familiar with the principles