"Well……"
The pain woke up the crested ibis.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying in the master's arms.
His right arm was also placed on the master's strong chest, rising and falling with the rise and fall of the master's chest.
Only now did the Crested Ibis have the opportunity to look at the master's face carefully.
The old man looks young, about 20 years old. Although his skin may not be very good due to exposure to wind and sun, it can also be seen that he has taken good care of it. He probably has a yellow and white complexion.
He has an oval face, sharp sword eyebrows and upturned eyes. Judging from the size, he should have a pair of pink and phoenix eyes.
The nose is a philtrum nose, the root of the nose is straight, reaching the philtrum position, and it is extremely handsome.
There are some black beards on the lips and chin that are beginning to harden. The master must have started growing a beard on purpose, right?
The crested ibis, who was very playful, quietly raised his right hand and played with the little beard on the master's chin one by one, then drew small circles on his chin, and then wanted to scratch his chin...
Jia Hui, who had her eyes closed, suddenly opened her mouth and bit the finger that was moving upward.
Found!
The crested ibis trembled under the master's action, turned pale, and quickly hid his head under Jia Hui's armpit. Where were his fingers? Should I withdraw it or not?
Don't dare to look at him.
Um? Relented...
He slowly raised his head, opened his peach blossom eyes, and looked up.
A pair of red phoenix eyes appeared in front of his eyes, staring at him.
So lovely…
Although his cheeks were getting redder and redder, the crested ibis still endured the shame and couldn't bear to look away.
"Are you awake?" the master asked.
"Master, I'm awake..." The crested ibis smiled shyly.
"Uh..." Jia Hui stretched his body and made a sound of joints.
He tilted his head and looked at the crested ibis.
"how old are you?"
The crested ibis blinked and looked in front of him...
"Master, this slave will still grow..."
"Tsk, what are you thinking about? I'm talking about age..."
this…
Crested Ibis made a joke, closed his eyes, and retracted into Jia Hui's arms.
"Master, I will be fifteen in half a month..."
The crested ibis's voice was like that of a mosquito. If it weren't for the two of them on the bed, even Jia Hui would have almost missed it.
Fourteen years old, hiss... sin, sin!
"I'm already fifteen in half a month, but I didn't see it..." Although she felt a little guilty inside, Jia Hui still remained calm.
But it doesn't look like I'm fourteen, but rather sixteen or seventeen.
"What books do you like to read?"
When he mentioned his favorite book, the crested ibis raised his head again.
"Hmm...travel notes!"
"Travel notes? Why are you reading the travel notes?"
"I have been living in a small house since I was three years old, and I only walked out for the first time three months ago. I am just... very curious about what the outside world is like..." Crested Ibis looked at Jia Hui with a gentle look on his face and said. .
"You haven't been out for ten years?" Jia Hui was a little surprised. It was unimaginable to be trapped in a room for ten years.
For a moment, the remaining sympathy was faintly touched.
"Tell me about your past!"
"Okay, if I want to hear it, I'll tell you!"
As a qualified thin horse, the idea of unconditionally accepting the master's orders is engraved in his bones. Even the things you hate the most.
When he was three years old, his grandma bought him from his parents. After raising him for three months, he was assigned to different yards according to his appearance and aptitude.
The sisters who have been neighbors in the yard for ten years but have never met.
One after another, the gentlemen taught her various skills with smiles on their faces, but showed compassion from time to time.
The sky is only as big as a window...
The crested ibis is talking and Jia Hui is listening.
The more Jia Hui listened, the more uncomfortable he felt.
In his back house, Jia Hui is still willing to show his weakest side in front of his family. He is not an iron man, and there must be a haven where he can completely let down his guard. Even if they can't help him, even if they say "Thank you" to him, he will be full of strength again.
Gentleness is only limited to the back house. Outside the back house, he is still the same hard-hearted general.
"Oh, you're such a poor thing. It's really hard on you..." Jia Hui took the crested ibis by the arm and patted her back gently, just like a mother patting a child who is about to fall asleep.
Crested Ibis's eyes suddenly turned red, and he sobbed softly on Jia Hui's shoulder.
Although she had been sold to Qinhuai River for three months, she had heard countless times from her sisters who had been customers for several years that men's sweet words were annoying and hypocritical.
But now she just wants to cry.
Jia Hui said nothing and kept patting her back gently.
In just fifteen years of life, I was sold back and forth. It’s really scary to think about it.
Well, I actually still have compassion, I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.
Soon, the crested ibis stopped crying, pulled a corner of the thin quilt, and wiped away his tears.
"From now on, you can live at home with peace of mind. I will give you a child to take care of for the rest of your life."
After hearing the promise from the imperial governor, Crested Ibis finally relaxed and smiled sincerely.
"Um!"
Although she didn't know exactly how big an official the Grand Governor was, she had no idea. But seeing the big shots in Jinling City all complimenting him respectfully, he must be a very, very big official!
. . . . . .
The maids who had been waiting outside the door came in, helping those with washing and changing the sheets.
After washing up, it was almost midnight, around seven o'clock. It's daybreak.
With a casual ponytail, Jia Hui raised the sixty-pound gun specially made for strength training.
Holding the tail of the gun with his right hand, he lifted it up purely using his wrist strength. Then he held the gun with both hands and kept stabbing and shaking it.
Jia Hui practiced something similar to the Tai Chi gun of later generations. It gradually seemed to have no lethality, but in fact it did not have any lethality.
Mainly to practice strength, stability and various basic skills.
As for endurance, that's all after half an hour of slow gun practice.
Crested Ibis also finished washing, put on his clothes, stepped on clogs made of silk ropes, and walked out, watching his master practice attentively.
Is this the number one military commander in the world mentioned in the play? Amazing!
Half an hour passed quickly, and I barely broke out in a sweat.
Jia Hui stood in the center of the courtyard, constantly adjusting his breathing.
Taking a deep breath, Jia Hui stood up and started to dance with the spear again. Only this time, Jia Hui grabbed the middle position of the spear for the purpose of riding a spear.
In his mind, enemy cavalry seemed to be killing him one after another. The 60-pound big gun was danced by Jia Hui as if it was as light as nothing. He poked his head and looked into the courtyard.
I don't know if I am looking at the master's superb martial arts or my master's upper body covered with scars and tattoos.
Daqi's tattoo culture was inherited from previous generations and was loved by warriors and clans.
Due to the centuries-long confrontation with Mongolia, wars broke out frequently. Warriors have tattooed some highly recognizable patterns on their bodies to facilitate the identification of corpses.
Later it became a symbol to highlight one's fierceness.
After the founding of the Qi Dynasty, Taizu issued a decree prohibiting tattoos, but in fact, even many clans did not abide by this decree. Before Lao Yi Zhong's rebellion, you could often see the figures of the royal family members with exposed arms in various brothels.
However, tattoos are still looked down upon by civil servants and so-called gentlemen, and an unspoken rule has even been developed that those with tattoos are not allowed to take imperial examinations.
This also makes tattoos the most important feature that distinguishes civil and military people.
Jia Hui was no exception. Following the trend, he found the best writer in Ningxia Town and tattooed them on his brothers.
The brothers got several tattoos of the same mark.
On the heart position, the tattoo reads "Kill the Thief with a Heart."
The same position on the right is "Serve the country with all your loyalty."
The two lines of characters on Jia Hui's chest were covered by knife wounds, and only the outline of the characters could be vaguely shown.
Twelve words were tattooed behind his ears: "When you go out, you forget your home for the sake of your country; when you are in battle, you forget your death for your lord." The rest is free to play.
There is no other place for Jia Hui. He believes that the scars on the body are more glorious than the tattoos on the body. The most important purpose of having these tattoos is to easily identify the corpse and distinguish between civil and military personnel.
Although he didn't think he would die in battle.
He danced the big gun non-stop for half an hour. After he was sweating all over, his movements slowly slowed down until he stopped in place.
"Okay!" The crested ibis and the maids then walked out from behind the pillar. The crested ibis also took out a towel from the basin and wrung it out. Then he walked slowly to Jia Hui and wiped his sweat.
"Huh, just wipe the sweat off your head. I'm going to take a shower and have breakfast together later!"
Jia Hui took the towel held by Zhu Ibis, and while wiping his sweat, he walked to the bathhouse that is a must-have in every Jia Hui mansion.
When Zhu Ibis saw that Jia Hui had thrown the big gun on the ground and ignored it, he squatted down curiously, grabbed the gun barrel with both hands at the same time, and tried to lift it up with all his strength.
"Well done, Aunt Zhu! Lift it up quickly!"
Several maids who didn't take it too seriously noticed Crested Ibis's plan and stood in the porch to cheer her up.
Hearing their encouragement, the Crested Ibis once again surged with strength. He gritted his teeth, continued to exert force on his waist, and slowly raised his gun.
"Lift it up, lift it up! Well done, Aunt Zhu!" the maids cheered.
At this moment, the crested ibis' body shook uncontrollably. The big gun was too long, and the Crested Ibis had already used all his strength just to lift it. How could he have any extra strength to control the balance? He was soon pushed to the right by the weight of the gun head...
Poof!
"Ouch!"
. . . . . .
Returned to the main room of the Crested Ibis Courtyard again.
A bucket of duck blood and vermicelli soup had been delivered by the kitchen a long time ago.
I was worried that the master would not be full, so I specially made some more and prepared them in wooden tubes and brought them over.
The master chef still has some skills.
The soup is relatively rich. It looks like old duck soup that has been simmered for a long time, with white radish added to remove the fishy smell. There were also chopped green onions and minced coriander in the food box. Jia Hui added the chopped green onions according to her own appetite. After soaking in the hot soup, the whole bowl of soup was full of green onions.
Duck blood, duck liver, duck intestines and duck gizzards were purchased in advance from farmers outside the city last night, carefully prepared, and finally cut into two-knuckle-sized slices.
The hot soup that warms your stomach is a good idea!
Jia Hui didn't go out for anything after breakfast, enjoying the rare calm before the storm.
After taking the last mouthful of hot soup, Jia Hui took the cold towel handed by the maid, wiped her mouth, and threw it on the table.
Then I saw the crested ibis twisting and turning.
"Are you... having maggots on your butt? Hey, why did you change your skirt again?"
Jia Hui looked over.
"Slave, slave... I didn't want to try to see if I could lift the master's gun, but... I couldn't hold it firmly and accidentally fell..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The crested ibis rolled his eyes angrily, lowered his head and started sucking the fans away.
"Master, Butler Jin came to report that Mr. Deng will be elected tomorrow morning!" A maid walked into the small courtyard and came to Jia Hui, who was lying leisurely on a rocking chair under the shade of a tree, and said in her ear.
"I know, go tell Jin Cai and Jia Shifei and prepare a gift."
"Yes!" The maid agreed, turned and left the courtyard.
Seeing the little maid leave, Jia Hui picked up the story about his expedition written by Jiaofang Si again. This book refers to the marching notes of many people, including myself, and it is still very true.
Watching it with gusto.
The crested ibis on the side also came to Jia Hui's side again and continued to play with Jia Hui's hair.
When living in a wealthy family, the less you know, the longer you live.
As long as the master doesn't know that he can listen, then he should stay as far away as possible.
Jia Hui did not tie up her hair as usual, so the Crested Ibis got interested and moved a bamboo chair behind the master to braid his hair.
At first, the crested ibis was still a little afraid of the master's disgust. After all, braiding and loose hair were mostly done by barbarians. For some people, dressing up like barbarians is even more uncomfortable than killing them.
Of course, this is only if the knife is not held to their necks.
In fact, the Han people also had the custom of braiding their hair. At least in the Early Han Dynasty and before, residents of China still generally had the habit of braiding their hair.
This can be proved from the hairstyle of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses. Pottery figurines from various countries earlier can also prove this.
However, after braiding two bunches of pigtails, the master actually picked them up and looked at them with great interest, and even praised her for her craftsmanship!
As a result, the crested ibis' interest suddenly became high.
Maybe it's because he has been in the Western Regions for a long time and is used to seeing weird hairstyles. Jia Hui is not that particular about hairstyles, as long as he doesn't shave or damage his hair.
It's also possible that the little Tuoba Xianbei bloodline left in his body was causing trouble.
His mother, Yuan Coltsfoot, was more than twenty generations older, and she was a direct descendant of the Tuoba Dai Kingdom's clan hundreds of years ago, and a direct descendant of Prince Yuan Dan of Qinghe.
He only learned this from his uncle when he visited his mother's hometown early last year.
Now, Jia Hui's maternal family has also been brought to Luoyang by him to serve as the housekeeper.
About half an hour later, the Crested Ibis clapped his hands with satisfaction, picked up the bronze mirror from his side, stood up and held it in front of him.
"Master, I've made it up, take a look, take a look!"
"Um?"
Jia Hui put down the script in his hand and raised his head to look at the bronze mirror.
"Hey, your craftsmanship is pretty good!"
Jia Hui took the bronze mirror and kept fiddling with the pigtails on her head.
Seeing the master's intoxicated appearance, the Crested Ibis couldn't help covering his mouth and snickering.
"What are you laughing at? Didn't you make this up?" Jia Hui stared at the ibis and raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly.
"Pfft, hahahahaha..." Seeing the master's funny eyebrows, the crested ibis couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey! I think you, a young man, are really ignorant! Why don't you come and have fun with me? If you serve me well, you will be rewarded!"
Jia Hui spoke in a strange accent, suddenly stood up from the rocking chair, grabbed the crested ibis's slender waist, and hugged her into the rocking chair amidst her exclamations.
"Spare, spare my life, Your Majesty, please spare my life! Please let me go!" The crested ibis also cooperated and played with his master. He blocked it symbolically, which made Jia Hui even more excited, and he turned over...
. . . . . .
Another half an hour later.
The weak Crested Ibis slumped on the rocking chair, her horse-faced skirt was thrown somewhere, and the short coat on her upper body was pressed under her body. She was breathing heavily, and her face was covered with flushes.
Jia Hui put on her bloomers and put on a short crew neck expressionlessly.
Like a sage.
"Go and clean your aunt. I'm going out for a while. Remember to tell the kitchen that you'll still be eating here at noon." Jia Hui turned to give instructions to the maids. After receiving the reply, he walked to the left side of the rocking chair and lowered his head. Come on.
"You should take a rest for now. Master, if I say I'll stay with you for one day, I'll stay with you for the whole day. I'll come over for lunch at noon." Jia Hui pushed aside a few strands of hair stuck to the crested ibis' forehead, pecked her forehead, and turned around Went to the front yard.
The blushing crested ibis was left lying on the rocking chair, tilting its head like a broken jar and closing her eyes tightly.
. . . . . .
As usual, Jia Yucun and Tan Ji came to the Duke's Mansion at about ten o'clock, sat in the Yingtai Hall, and chatted.
"Haha, I'm late, I didn't come far enough to welcome you!"
I heard his voice before I saw him. A burst of heroic laughter reached the ears of the two of them, and they quickly stood up and bowed respectfully.
"For your humble position, please see the Grand Governor!"
"Students meet the general!"
"Haha, get up! We are not outsiders, do we need to do these useless ceremonials every time?" A tall figure walked into the main hall.
"General, the etiquette must not be discarded!" Jia Yucun raised his head and was really stunned.
"Yes, yes, Brother Shi Fei said..." Tan Ji also straightened up, also shocked.
"This... General, what are you..." Jia Yucun took the lead and pointed at Jia Hui's hair and said.
"Haha, how about it? Does it look good?" Jia Hui shook the pigtails on her head proudly.
"General, this..."
"Yes..." Tan Ji finally said what he had not finished.
Both of them ignored him.
"...General, how many years has it been since Tuoba Xianbei died..."
"I know, I don't want you to see if my new hairstyle looks good or not!" Jia Hui shook her hair again.
"looks great…"
As a scholar and a Jinshi. Jia Yucun's attitude towards this kind of barbarian dressing up is as cruel and vicious as force-feeding Italians pineapple pizza, and just as rebellious.
There is no other way. People are under the roof, so they can only speak out of conscience.
"I think it's good!" After the initial shock, Tan Jinai took another look at Jia Hui's braided hair. Surprisingly, it felt pretty good.
"Ahem, Brother Tan, didn't you say that you have important information to report to the general?" Jia Yucun decisively ended the topic.
After this period of contact, he can finally see that Jiang Zhu is good at everything, but he is always good at rubbing his nose and face. If this topic is allowed to continue, Jiang Zhu can hold Tan Ji chatting for a whole day.
"Oh? Old Tan, is it possible that there is someone at the gambling shop?" When Jia Yucun interrupted him, Jia Hui instantly adjusted his emotions and returned to a rational and cold state.
"The Grand Governor is still wise. I am humble enough to report this to the Grand Governor! Grand Governor, I found it!"
By the way, do you want to continue watching the daily life of Fenghuaxueyue, or do you want to keep the main pace mixed with daily life?
Recently, no one has complained about my problems with the progress of the plot. Now I have no idea what to write...
If you have no objections, start your career from the next chapter!
(End of chapter)
