When Zhu Ping'an learned that Li Shu had stripped off the red paper that wanted to climb into bed and forced him to kneel down two doors, he was still a little surprised by Li Shu's approach, although this approach was unexpected and reasonable. thing.
This is the Ming Dynasty in feudal society, not the modern era of freedom, democracy and equality. In feudal society, you have to follow the rules of survival in feudal society. A maid is at the bottom of the feudal society. If you want to change your destiny, it is understandable. Climbing into bed is also one of the methods, and it is a high-return investment, but high return means high risk. There are risks in the stock market and you need to be cautious when investing. When you choose to climb out of bed, you have to accept the risks brought about by crawling out of bed.
I understand the logic, but why do you need to strip it naked? !
In this kind of feudal society, it is too much to strip girls naked and make them kneel in front of everyone. Even a beating, a heavy fine, etc. would be better than this. To take a step back, at least keep three fig leaves, maybe even invent the bra in advance.
But thinking about Li Shu's past behavior, it's not surprising that she would do something like stripping her naked and forcing her to kneel down.
"By the way, let's keep some fig leaves, right?" Zhu Ping'an looked at Li Shu and said.
"She's the kind of person who is shameless, so she has to be stripped naked to show her shame!" Li Shu said, giving Zhu Ping'an a hard look and looking up and down, "What's the matter, are you pitying the beauty?"
"I'm so sorry..." Zhu Ping'an curled his lips, then suddenly looked at Li Shu for two seconds, imitating Li Shu's movements, looking Li Shu up and down, and raised the corners of his lips, "What's the matter, you're jealous. ?”
"Eating...jealous?"
Li Shu seemed to be caught off guard when she heard the words, her cheeks suddenly turned crimson, and the book she was holding in her slender hands trembled. But the next second, Cherry's little mouth pouted, and then she rolled her eyes heavily and let out a lark-like sneer. , "Giggle...it's so funny, who would be jealous of a stinky toad like you?"
"Then it's over. How can I show sympathy to someone I've never met before?" Zhu Ping'an shrugged. He said calmly.
"Who knows what you are thinking." Li Shu said angrily.
Forget it, it's all over, it's useless to say more.
It's past noon now, and the Hong Jian girl has been left to the eldest lady's disposal. It was useless to ask Li Shu any more three-point poses, four-point poses, etc. I thought that after the red paper was handed over to the eldest lady, although punishment was inevitable, there would be no more stripping and kneeling.
Therefore, Zhu Pingan did not continue on this topic. It's time to get up after sleeping in bed for a long time.
"Excuse me, you two, I'm going to get up." Zhu Pingan slightly arched his hands on the bed.
"Who cares about you?" Li Shu yelled and led the little maid Baozi out of the room.
After Zhu Ping'an watched Li Shu and Baozi's little maid 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 gone, and my whole body instantly felt like it was full of blood and resurrected, and I felt refreshed after a long absence.
It was now past noon. After washing, Zhu Pingan felt a little hungry in his belly and was about to go out to find some food. Then Li Shu and the little maid Baozi came to the door again, and the little maid Baozi also carried a food box in her hand.
"Uncle, it's time to eat~~" Baozi's little maid put the food box on the table as if she was offering a treasure.
"Thank you very much."
Zhu Pingan thanked Li Shu and Baozi's maid, and then he opened the food box without ceremony and started to enjoy it. The food this time 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 couldn't help blinking when she saw that Zhu Ping'an was eating well, and asked with interest.
"The porridge and side dishes are all so delicious. The level of cooks in your family has improved again."
Zhu Pingan swept all the vegetables from the plate into his belly, not even letting go of the last vegetable. Then he wiped his mouth slightly and extended a thumb. Full of praise for today’s lunch.
"You have a good sense." Li Shu seemed to be in a much better mood, "My cook is unique, and others don't have this blessing."
After lunch, Li Shu led the little maid Baozi back to the backyard, saying she wanted to see what her aunt was doing with the red note.
Zhu Ping'an, who had eaten and drank enough, left after Li Shu and the little maid Baozi left. So I sat down at the desk and started practicing calligraphy. In a few days, it will be the palace examination. The palace examination is different from the provincial examination and the general examination. After the provincial examination and the general examination, someone will re-copy your test paper and send it for review. Anyway, it will be re-copied. Your Whether the font is good or bad is meaningless. But the palace examination is different. After you answer the paper in the palace examination, there is no copying process. You will directly review your original paper. Therefore, your font is particularly important in the palace examination.
The most important thing in practicing calligraphy is persistence. Although your calligraphy has already gone from being a master to a masterful state, practicing calligraphy is still essential. Practicing calligraphy is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. There is no end to learning, and the same goes for practicing calligraphy. Zhu Pingan insists on practicing calligraphy every day. Over time, he can always improve. When practicing calligraphy this time, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but recall the handwritten plaque written by Yan Song that he saw last time at Heniantang Pharmacy. Yan Song was not good at it, but his handwriting was amazing. There is a sense of awe and righteousness in the font.
A famous traitor in the history of the Qing Dynasty, there is so much righteousness in his handwriting, which is a bit incredible. Now think about it, the words people often say are like the people they write, and they probably only reflect the mental state of the person who wrote them.
It is said that before Yan Song died, he wrote fourteen words with great difficulty: "I will serve my country with loyalty throughout my life, and I will let others talk about right and wrong when I die." Then he passed away. Probably in Yan Song's heart, he still believed that he was an upright and loyal minister and a gentleman from beginning to end. Yan Song's self-righteous mentality probably gave his words a sense of righteousness.
Thinking of this, Zhu Ping'an suddenly realized something. He started writing in thick ink, and the three characters "He Niantang" appeared on the rice paper one by one. They were seventy-nine similar to the He Niantang plaque.
Sure enough.
Zhu Ping'an smiled when he looked at the handwriting he had imitated, and then continued to practice calligraphy. He wrote the three characters "He Niantang" five times in a row. By the end, these three words were 90% similar to the "He Niantang" plaque.
Similar in appearance, similar in spirit.
It was an unexpected surprise that I realized the skill of imitation by accident.
Zhu Ping'an burned the rice paper he used to imitate Yan Song's calligraphy, and then started practicing again. This time he did not imitate Yan Song's calligraphy, but tried to incorporate the awe-inspiring righteousness of Yan Song's calligraphy into his own calligraphy, so that My calligraphy has become flesh and blood, and with the spirit of riding the wind and waves, it also carries a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness.
He couldn't stop writing and writing. It wasn't until a boy came over to report that Mr. Zhang Siwei and Mr. Wang Shizhen, who had visited Zhu Pingan last time, were waiting outside the door at the moment, Zhu Pingan stopped writing.
After thanking the visitor, Zhu Ping'an left the room after washing his hands. After thinking for a while, he turned around and put the fat duck money bag in his arms and walked out the door. (To be continued.)
