In-house help system

"You said you, it's late at night, don't sleep well, why go to the library tower? This time it will be fine."

While complaining, Zhan Jingyuan put the white square scarf into the water to soak it, wrung it out, folded it, and placed it on Ji Wenliang's forehead.

On that rainy night, I felt the wind and cold. At first, it wasn't too serious. Ji Wenliang didn't take it seriously, but after a few days, he suddenly rushed back like a flood that had accumulated for a long time, which made people overwhelmed.

Ji Wenliang coughed a few times, his cheeks were flushed, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I was bored at night, so I wanted to find a book to read."

It's okay not to mention it, but when Zhan Jingyuan is mentioned, she gets angry.

"It's all caused by a few broken books. You are not allowed to read any more books these days, and I will take them away from you!"

After all, he really got up and ran to the desk, gathered all the books together, and held them in his arms.

Ji Wenliang heaved anxiously, and said, "You took the book away, what should I do?"

"What are you doing? Sleeping or being in a daze is fine?"

At this time, there was a disciple named Zhan Jingyuan outside the door, as if there was something urgent, she went out with a stack of books.

As soon as she left, the room suddenly became quiet, and the sound of willow leaves helping the wind outside the room could be heard clearly.

There are no books to read, no one to talk to, and I can't sleep with my eyes closed.

Feeling bored, he casually glanced at the window and decided.

A gray pigeon is pacing leisurely on the window eaves.

A few days ago it was a dog, this time it was a bird again, when did I attract animals like this?

"Coo coo coo." He imitated a few pigeon calls.

The pigeon was indeed attracted, tilted its head, looked at Ji Wenliang with dark eyes, and then flew down on the quilt with flapping wings.

A paper tube the size of bamboo chopsticks was tied to his leg, and when he opened it, it turned out to be Xiao Jiu's letter.

If you ask him how he knows the letter is his?Because there are only two words written on it:

"Little Nine".

It's no small feat to make Ji Wenliang angry without saying a single word.

After staring at the words on the letter for a while, he suddenly turned over and got out of bed, and walked to the desk.

Spread out the letter paper, and the delicate and elegant handwriting pops out on it.

"Ji Wenliang".

Nodding in satisfaction, um, this is repaying someone in the same way.

When the ink was completely dry, I folded it up carefully, but when I rolled it halfway, it stopped again.

He took it apart and looked at it for a while, then suddenly crumpled it up and threw it aside.

He took out another piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote a few words, paused, felt that something was wrong, and kneaded it into a ball again.

After repeating it several times, I suddenly heard pecking sounds in my ears, and turned my head to see that the pigeon actually ate the snacks on the plate.

Ji Wenliang smiled, "Are you bored of waiting?"

His eyes fell back to the paper, he pondered for a moment, and wrote:

"It was cold and rainy the day before yesterday. I don't know where you are. What's the weather like?"

When the pigeon was full, I tied the letter on my lap and watched it flap its wings over the window and fly into the air, gradually turning into black spots and disappearing.

After noon, Shiliu paid a surprise visit, holding a neatly folded cloak in his hand.

"I finished washing my clothes a few days ago. I heard that the palace master is sick in bed, so I dare not take the liberty to disturb you, so I dragged it until now."

Since the last visit to the library tower, Ji Wenliang's prejudice against him has disappeared a lot. He heard from his disciples that he is kind to everyone in private, and he is handsome and gentle as jade, so he also developed a good impression.

And because of his golden feather status, he was not regarded as an ordinary disciple.

Ask him to put the cloak aside, and an elegant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's not a serious illness, it's just a cold."

A doctor knocked on the door to deliver the medicine, and Ji Wenliang told him to put it on the table.

The doctor and attendant was not very old, but he was quite courageous, he shook his head and said: "No, no, the second palace lord ordered that the disciple must leave after watching the palace lord finish drinking."

Ji Wenliang had no choice but to ask him to bring the bowl over.

Because he was ill, he was dressed casually, only wearing a white undershirt and leaning against the head of the bed, with a plain brocade quilt on his chest, and his long black hair scattered around his waist.

Holding the dark green porcelain bowl in white jade-like hands, she drank it slowly, her light-colored lips were stained with some concoction, making her look lustrous and moist, with an innocent and seductive beauty.

Being sick is so charming...

Ji Wenliang finished drinking the medicine, seeing that Shiliu didn't leave, and only looked at himself, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, remembering that he said he was coming to get the book, he asked, "Do you want to borrow the book that records the strange flowers?" Strange Tales of Different Grasses, unfortunately, my junior sister has taken away all the books I have here."

Speaking of this, I suddenly felt a little aggrieved by what I was doing as the palace lord, and I didn't even have the freedom to read books.

Sixteen concealed his presumptuous gaze, smiled wryly and said, "Now I don't have the leisure to read miscellaneous books."

What could be difficult for the future palace lord?Ji Wenliang wondered: "What's wrong? What's the problem?"

Shiliu showed hesitation, "There are indeed difficulties, but if I say it, I might make the Palace Master laugh."

"Just say it, I will never laugh."

Shiliu's elegant face showed a bit of shyness, "The assessment in the palace is coming soon, although I can participate, but after all, my qualifications are still young, and I am not familiar with the rules, so I am a little worried that I will fail the assessment."

The future palace lord seems to be omnipotent, but he is actually worried about failing the assessment!

Ji Wenliang smiled secretly in his heart, and then said: "You have not been in the palace for a long time, and you may not know much about it. Mu Yu's assessment is not difficult, and there is a prescribed bibliography, so don't worry too much."

Then dictate the specific title of the book.

Sixteen was surprised and said, "There are so many, I'm afraid I can't remember them."

"It's okay, I'll write it down for you."

Turning over and getting out of bed, Yiyi wrote down the bibliography just mentioned, and handed it to Shiliu.

Shiliu took the paper, skimmed it cautiously, and said with a frown, "There are a few books that I just heard about, but I haven't read them carefully."

"It's okay," Ji Wenliang said gently, "If you don't understand anything, just come to me."

Sixteen's eyes lit up, and he said, "Palace Master's words are serious?"

"Of course it's true."

"But I'm afraid of disturbing the palace lord's rest."

Ji Wenliang smiled softly, "I stay in the house all day and can't go out. If you come to see me and chat with me, I'm still grateful. How can you call it an interruption?"

Only then did Shiliu smile reassuringly, "Then I would like to thank the Palace Master."

In this way, the agreement was made, and Shiliu would come to ask for advice from time to time. He was good at words, and every time he finished asking questions, he could always talk about other places, or customs, or anecdotes in the world. The chat lasted for an hour. .

Zhan Jingyuan learned that he wanted to stop him, but seeing that Ji Wenliang was really bored, and it would be nice to have someone to accompany him to relieve boredom, so he let them go.

In addition, Xiao Jiu's letters also came in a steady stream. In comparison, the conversation between the two was much simpler. It was nothing more than Ji Wenliang's questions and Xiao Jiu's answers.

Ji Wenliang asked him what medicine he took today, and he replied with the name of the medicine, and asked him where he was, and he gave him the address.

On this day, Ji Wenliang received another letter from Xiao Jiu, which said "Honey Three Swords".

what is this?

He recalled the last time he asked him what he ate in a letter.

Is this honey three knives a kind of food?

"Palace Master? Palace Master?"

Ji Wenliang came back to his senses.

"Ah, although this Qingchi looks like a heat from the name, but in fact—"

"Palace Master," Sixteen interrupted helplessly, "I've already said it here."

"Have you already said it?" Ji Wenliang turned the page back, and sure enough...

Looking up at sixteen o'clock again, there was a hint of shyness in his eyes.

"Is the Palace Master tired?" Sixteen said caringly, "It's my fault. I was so focused on how to pass the assessment that I forgot that the Palace Master was recovering from a serious illness, and felt that the Palace Master was very speculative, so we talked for so long."

After all, stand up and say goodbye.

"No, no," Ji Wenliang pulled him to sit down, "I accidentally lost my mind, I don't blame you, if there is anything you don't understand, just tell me."

Sixteen Fu sat down again.

Chatting and chatting, somehow, we talked about local specialty snacks.

Ji Wenliang asked suddenly: "Have you ever heard of Misandao?"

He stays at home, where did he hear this word?Shiliu was suspicious in his heart, but his face remained calm, and he talked eloquently: "Misan Knife, I have heard of it. It is a dessert in the north. After the noodles are cooked, put them in the pan and fry them. Three knives are cut on the dough, and then coated with honey after it comes out of the pan, so it is called honey three knives.”

Ji Wenliang smiled faintly and nodded lightly, "I see."

He has been absent-minded today, wandering in the sky, and suddenly mentioned Misandao again. Sixteen's eyes darkened, and he asked tentatively: "Why did the palace master suddenly think of Misandao? Do you want to eat it? I saw that the cook in the palace made it." They are all dishes from the south of the Yangtze River, if you want to eat them, you have to find a restaurant outside the palace that specializes in northern dishes."

"No, don't bother," Ji Wenliang hurriedly waved his hands, "I just heard some disciples discussing it in private, and I think this name is new, and I'm a little curious."

Few people come to the residence of the Palace Master, where did the disciple come from?

He was evasive, obviously lying, Shiliu's face suddenly darkened, and then he immediately restrained his expression, and said with a smile: "I see."

Ji Wenliang was still immersed in his own thoughts and didn't pay attention.

When the rosy clouds filled the western sky and someone passed the dishes over, Shiliu got up to say goodbye.

"Wait a minute." Ji Wenliang stopped him from behind.

Sixteen turned around, "Is there anything else the Palace Master needs to do?"

"There's a stack of papers on the table, take it."

Shiliu walked to the table, saw that there was indeed something under the paperweight, and picked it up.

Ji Wenliang explained, "I have nothing to do these few days, so I copied down the content of the regular exam, and the exam will be in two days. I hope it will be useful to you."

Shiliu's face was moved, "This, let the palace master bother you."

"No problem, I'm idle left and right, I have nothing to do, I wish you..." Ji Wenliang paused, then continued, "I wish you all your wishes come true."

Sixteen gave a deep salute before walking out the door.

When returning to the bedroom, he passed a small path. Seeing that there was no one around, he took out the paper in his arms and looked it over from beginning to end.

With a sneer, he raised his hand, and several pieces of paper fell to the ground one after another.

After walking a few steps forward, he suddenly stopped, turned around, picked up the paper that had fallen on the grass, stared at the densely packed small letters on it for a long time, with a meaningful smile on his face.

The author has something to say:

Something will happen tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, it may or may not be updated, I will see if I can write a chapter in a while

Hahahahahahaha, there was a cute comment yesterday that made me laugh so hard, Jinjiang didn’t smoke, but I just have few comments on this article, maybe because there is nothing to discuss in the content [laugh and cry]