The rise of the poor

Chapter 191
"Engong, continue to practice calligraphy, and I will play the flute with you."

The girl spoke delicately, sitting on the stone opposite Zhu Pingan, blinking her watery eyes at Zhu Pingan holding a brush in her hand, the spring in her eyes was about to drip water, her voice was delicate and soft as if it was about to melt same.

After sitting down, the girl made a soft sound, and stretched out her slender hand to take out a warm jade flute from the open collar. It's lower, and it's opened a lot, revealing a large area of ​​snowy skin, which makes people look in with long eyes.

Zhu Ping'an is no exception.

Heck, Mr. Zhou is looking at me.

Seeing this, the girl's watery eyes were full of autumn water. Just waiting for the girl to make persistent efforts, the gentle and modest young man heard Zhu Pingan pointing at his exposed snowy skin and made a noise. .

"Girl, you have a spider"

spider?

The girl with flooded eyes squeaked and stood up from the stone, throwing the jade flute on the ground, jumping left and right, scratching up and down, as if in a fast shot.
A few minutes later, the girl's resentful eyes fell on a young man who had started practicing calligraphy at his desk again at some point.

The girl bit her red lips slightly, walked lightly to Zhu Ping'an's side, and said charmingly: "The scenery is so beautiful, sir, don't let down such a romantic relationship? There are only me and son here, and you just want to do it." What can you do?"

"My family is not only good at playing jade flute."

The girl gave a coquettish laugh, and then rubbed against Zhu Ping'an's body like a boneless snake.

"Miss, you are joking. At this time, besides you and me, there is a world, and God knows it. In the past, it was just a matter of raising your hands, so don't take it to heart. I still need to practice calligraphy, so it's easy for you." Zhu Pingan reached out to block the girl from returning to the nest. similar body.Said with a straight face.

"Why should benefactor be like this, and the slave family doesn't want a title. The slave family, the slave family just wants the young master to be tired, so it would be nice to see the slave family once in a while."

"When you wave your brush, I grind ink; when you recite poems, I dance; when you read by the east window, I grow lotus every step of the way, and warm plums make wine."

Water dripped from the girl's eyes when she looked at Zhu Ping'an, and her face was all slender and coquettish.The voice is also soft and delicate.

"The scientific examination is coming soon, and I still need to practice calligraphy, please go ahead, girl."

Zhu Pingan got up from the stone, took two steps back, and cupped his hands.

"Benevolence." The girl grumbled.

"Girl, please."

Zhu Pingan bowed his hand again.

The girl gave Zhu Pingan a resentful look, gritted her teeth, turned and left the woods in shame and annoyance.

The scent on your body makes people lose their appetite, so why talk about it? Besides, I am still young, and it is easy to damage my body prematurely.

Zhu Pingan looked at the back of the girl leaving.Could not help but slander.

After that, I sat on the stone again and continued to silently write a policy theory that was compared and revised yesterday, while continuing to ponder and practice calligraphy.Unknowingly, time quietly flows from the tip of the pen with the clear water.

At this time, it has risen slowly, and the warm sunlight is shining on the world, and the sky and the earth are gradually lighting up. The sunlight is shining on the forest through the leaves, and the forest is gradually lighting up.

With the sunshine, Zhu Pingan put away the black wooden board, took out a volume of books from his schoolbag, leaned against the boulder and looked at it seriously again.

In a room on the other side of the Qinhuai River, a girl of seventeen or eighteen gently pushed open the door, just as she was walking quietly.

"Sister, why have you been away for so long?" The girl with a ponytail on the bed heard the door knocking in a daze, rubbed her eyes again and stood up, asking half asleep.

"Oh, sister, my sister has a stomachache, but it's gone now, my sister can continue to sleep." The girl standing at the door looked a little abnormal, and her voice was a little guilty.

But the girl on the bed was too sleepy, she didn't hear anything unusual, she nodded in a daze, and continued to lie down in bed and fell asleep.

The girl standing at the door breathed a sigh of relief, then walked lightly to the dressing table and sat down, but the next moment her slender hands were covering the corners of her lips, and her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.

It is said that opera actors are ruthless, but so what if they are affectionate? The girl in the vanity mirror slowly shed tears, which wet the carefully applied rouge.

Zhu Ping'an in the woods, leaning on a rock, enjoying the gift of sunshine, reads a book intently.

The sun is shining brightly, and I am still young. If I don’t read many books, I am living up to this good time.

Zhu Pingan was reading in the woods until he saw protest signals from his stomach, so he reluctantly put the book in his schoolbag, got up and carried the black board, and walked out of the woods with his schoolbag cross-body.

A white gauze in front of him lay quietly on the fallen leaves. It must have been left by the girl in the morning. The scene in the morning could not help coming to mind. Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly and pressed the restless little thing under him. down.Now that you are still young, when you grow up and mature, I will drag you to the battlefield. In the future, I will strike if wars break out everywhere.As for now, the national strength is not strong, and it is not the time to lightly start the war.

What's more, this kind of thing is only interesting between couples, and I am not a casual person.

Zhu Pingan shook his head and walked around the white gauze belt from one side.

The street is already crowded with people, some come out to sell breakfast for breakfast in the morning, some servants come out to buy vegetables, and some rich kids walk their dogs with birds. In short, the street is very lively.

Walking on the street, Zhu Ping'an missed Yingtian's breakfast quite a bit. Looking around, he saw a long queue at one place, which seemed to be a newly opened breakfast shop.Out of curiosity, Zhu Pingan went to the back of the queue and lined up. From time to time, he heard someone say how good the taste of this restaurant was in the queue.

The queue was very long, but the boss moved very quickly, and Zhu Ping'an was in the queue after a while.

"Sir, do you want a full set or a la carte?" asked the shop owner, "Young Master is the first time to eat steamed rice in the shop, I suggest you order a full set, it is delicious and not expensive, and it only costs eight cents."

"Then come with a full set." Zhu Ping'an was kind and generous, counting eight coins from his pocket and handing it over.Bawen is not too much, the queue is so long, it should taste good.

The boss moved so fast that people were dazzled. Egg yolks, sausages, braised pork slices, green vegetables, sour cowpea and other pickled side dishes were all covered on the rice in just a few seconds.

Zhu Pingan brought the steamed rice to the table and sat down, took a bite with a pair of chopsticks, it was fat but not greasy, and the taste really made people unable to resist eating it.

The proprietress in the store was a chubby lady in her 40s, who brought a tea bowl and poured Zhu Pingan a bowl of water.Then, some broken leaves were sprinkled into the bowl.

Zhu Pingan was about to drink water, when he saw the broken leaves floating in the bowl, he raised his head in discomfort and asked, "Why?"

"The water is very hot. I'm worried that you will burn it if you drink it in one gulp." Mrs. Pang explained with a smile, "This broken leaf is picked stevia, and it tastes sweet."

The store owner has a heart, no wonder the business of this store is booming.

(End of this chapter)