Chapter 98 The Birth Night of Two Famous Posts

Pushing open the red door and lifting the pearl curtain, Ning Que walked into the dimly lit quiet room. He drank two big bowls of fishtail sober soup, took a pleasant hot bath, and was heavily ravaged by the master on the dead bamboo bed. The wine that had been swelling before had long faded. Most of the time, people become much more sober.

Looking at the woman with a perfect figure hidden in the wardrobe room and her wide and smooth forehead and crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, Ning Que felt that it would be better if he was drunk at this time, because he vaguely guessed that he would be next. What will he face? Although he always thinks that the woman's severity towards him is unreasonable, he must admit that the other party's severity is obviously a bit of care, so he can't refuse at all and can only bear it with tears.

"Some days I haven't seen you, and I thought you had entered the academy and began to cultivate your character and understand the importance of the four words "good knowledge and seek knowledge". I didn't expect that my knowledge had not increased much, but my alcoholism had increased a lot."

Everyone looked at him calmly, with no heartache between their simple and kind eyebrows, but just a simple and straightforward narration. But it was this kind of ordinary conversation that put great pressure on Ning Que. He didn't know how to speak, so he forced himself to calm down and smiled and relieved his embarrassment. However, he burped his wine and smelled very unpleasant. .

Smelling the sour and rotten wine in the room, everyone in Jian frowned slightly, glared at him unhappily, and then laughed faintly, thinking that his anger was unreasonable, so he couldn't let the boy in front of him take the blame for that guy back then. ? She looked at Ning Que as calmly as possible and asked, "Tell me what I have learned in the academy these days."

Ning Que took the strong tea handed over by Xiaocao, hurriedly took two sips to calm down, and said sincerely that he cleared his throat without any rush, and seriously told everyone about his life in the academy.

"It's quite diligent, but since you have no foundation in the two subjects of calligraphy and etiquette, you should spend more time on these two subjects, rather than just throwing it out. You should know that after you leave the academy in the future, no matter whether it is Whether you are an official or a shepherd to enter the court, you are always inseparable from these skills of writing."

Listening to Ning Que entering the old bookstore every day, everyone smiled and the crow's feet at the corners of their eyes wrinkled deeper, and continued to ask, "Since you enter the old bookstore every day, I guess you know about the second floor?"

"Yes." Ning Que replied politely.

Jian thought for a moment, then said seriously: "When do you think you can enter the second floor?"

Ning Que raised his sleeves and covered his mouth, forcibly suppressed his desire to burp or even vomit, shook his head and replied: "All people who can enter that kind of place are geniuses of cultivation, and my body cannot practice at all. I don't dare to have any thoughts about entering the second floor."

"Can you have some promising prospects? It is rare to enter such a good place in the academy. You must cherish the opportunity to study and not say anything stupid about whether you are obsessed or not..."

Everyone looked at him and frowned and shook their heads, sighing that they were not fighting. Back then, she watched the guy ride a donkey and watch Ci Ben ride on the second floor, but now her heart vaguely connects Ning Que with that guy, and there are inevitably some regrets to make up for it. The thought of this, I couldn't help but continue to persuade: "The academy itself is a place to create miracles, but if you think miracles cannot happen, then no one can help you. "

Ning Que didn't know the senior who rode a little black donkey and finally made a big name in the world, but disappeared like duckweed under the storm. Naturally, he didn't understand why everyone in Jian was right. A poor boy like me has paid so much attention. He knew that there must be some reasons behind this attention, but he ignored the reasons and was still sincerely grateful for the earnest teachings of a kind woman.

Because this part is always missing in his life, the back seat of the bicycle in that lifetime may have been another form of concern, but he did not like it. He had it before he was four years old in this lifetime, but it was eventually swallowed by blood. Because sincere gratitude can even be said to be touched, Ning Que was more cautious and serious when answering Jian's questions, and his speed was slower. However, this was something that made Jian a little annoyed.

"Your child and I are not close to each other. If I weren't a hot heart, I wouldn't bother to say these things to you. So don't have any resistance. Let you cherish the opportunity to study in the academy, which is not harmful to you."

Jian everyone looked at him and said seriously: "I told you last time that a rich young man like Chu Youxian can play, but you are a poor boy but you are not qualified to play. This is even more so today. Miss Situ and Miss Jin's noble girls can do it. You are still not qualified to play. They are close to you, just watching you have fun, and are curious about you for the time being. This kind of interest is not necessarily malicious, but it is not really respect after all."

"If you want to be their true friend, then you must have some abilities and demeanor that deserve their respect. If you can walk into the second floor of the academy, I believe that everyone in the world is willing to be your friends."

Jian, everyone picked up the golden orchid dew on the table, took a sip and moistened their throats, then raised their heads and looked at him and continued to calmly say, "In the future, you can relax in the building, don't spend too much time, and you can't drink more. Drink, I was a nanny in Fengyuexing. I wouldn't think that lingering in brothels was a humble act, but I didn't think that this was a kind of elegant thing that could make people better. Thirty years ago, the great poet Cao Village Sir, I have been sleeping in the alleys of flowers and willows for the first half of my life, but who dares to disrespect him? He even married the prime minister's daughter in the end, but it is not because he has made such a great reputation in the brothel, but because he has unparalleled poetry in the world and a high affair. Extremely talented!"

"The Tang Dynasty is a talented person. As long as you have talent and you are a talent, then no matter whether you are upstairs or downstairs, inside or outside the building, a boy from the border town or a noble Chang'an, the empire will not bury you."

After the teachings were over, Ning Que covered his forehead and came downstairs, finding that the gathering in the hall had also ended. After asking the manager in the building, he realized that the classmates' gathering was finally prepared by Miss Situ. Listening to the news, he thought that his 2,000 taels of silver could be maintained for a longer period of time. He couldn't help but feel very lucky. .

Just as he was about to say goodbye to Shui Zhuer and others, Xiaocao, the maid who received the order from Jian, drove him to the carriage unceremoniously, and then instructed the coachman to send the drunken boy back to Lin47 Lane as fast as possible. .

Sitting in the fast carriage, Ning Que was so overturned that he was so up and down that he was so drunk that he was drunk and vomiting. But for some reason, his mind was clear and he kept thinking about the serious question: "I don't hesitate to destroy me." I am conservative in my body and spirit and want to enter the second floor of the academy because I like it, and because I want to take revenge and strengthen my strength. Do I have to add another reason from now on... in order to be able to cross the brothel?"

When someone was in a mess on the carriage, another guest came to Miss Shuizhuer's courtyard. As one of the most popular girls in Hongxiuzhao, in addition to regular customers like the Censor Zhang Yiqi, she has the right to select customers or even reject customers to some extent. However, for this guest who entered the courtyard late at night, she He just forcibly brushed away the depressed expression on his face, and then Qiang Zhenling went to pour tea for him personally.

"Go and wash your face. A beautiful girl like you, who is like water, can't be as dirty as me."

The guest who was admitted to the hospital late at night was a tall and thin old man wearing a very old Taoist robe. There were oil stains on the east and west sides. It seemed that there were still a few leftover rice grains for unknown meals between the cracks in the collar. It's so dirty. The tall and thin Taoist man's face was not dirty, but his sparse long beards were shining under his jaw, and his eyes were flashing in his back triangle eyes. The lewd and obscene smell was extremely dirty again.

Shui Zhu'er smiled and followed the maid to wash and dress up again.

She only knew that the identity of this guest was important, and that it was the VIP that everyone personally told, but she didn't know who the other party was and what kind of business he was doing. As for appearance and clothing, it has never been the focus of her or their concern. The truth is that this Taoist master has always been extremely generous when he came out, and he called himself the soul of protecting the soul. After two or three times, he only acted and refused to come. How could the brothel girl dislike such a guest?

The dirty and thin Taoist poured a glass of wine at the table and slowly drank it. When he was bored, he saw a piece of paper that was kneaded into a ball next to the wine pot. The most ordinary account book paper on the paper faintly penetrated inside. Based on the habit of practicing for decades in his life, he picked up the piece of paper from his instinct and spread it on the table.

There is a line of ink written on the wrinkled paper, which is difficult to detach and is connected by threads, and the frame is crooked and scattered, which makes people dislike it when you see it.

The paper reads: Young Master Sangsang, I am drunk today and I won't come back to sleep. Remember to drink the leftover chicken soup on the pot.

Looking at these words, the thin Taoist's brows frowned tightly. However, what was surprising was that his frowning and concentrating showed not the expression of disgust, but full of surprise and joy.

The tall and thin Taoist savored these words that seemed to be painted by chicken feet, and finally fell on the two words chicken soup at the end of the sentence. The thin, thin, right hand, which was as thin as an old tree, reached into a wine glass and dipped it, and then put its fingers on the table. Start copying one stroke at a time.

The wine on the finger was drawn into words on the mahogany table, which was very small in difference from the word chicken soup written on Ning Que on the note. There seemed to be a stream of air flowing through the fingertips of the tall Taoist man. It penetrated into the depths of the hard mahogany, and then dispersed instantly, turning into countless subtle cyclones that disappeared without a trace.

The girl who was dressing outside the room seemed to sense something. She was stunned when she looked at the stars in the basin in front of her. For some reason, she suddenly missed home very much, missing the one that only existed in fantasy and never appeared. In the warm home in her life, missing the taste of chicken soup made by her mother whom I had never tasted before, instantly wet her eyes.