Picturesque Rivers and Mountains in the Red Chamber

Chapter 6 1.6 Why didn’t I see your young lady?
Volume One

1.6 Why didn’t I see your young lady?
"I see that there is a desk in the room, and a strong man wears a sword, but you are interested in the imperial examination?" After such a long time, the young woman has obviously stabilized, and her tone has mostly recovered. If it weren't for the blush on her face when she spoke, she would actually It’s no different from normal.

"I don't understand the tricks of those bandanas." She shook her head with a smile. Zhou Yang's answer made the young woman's expression startled, "I just came back from Nanyang, and I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. Don't I want to let it go? These days I also thought about it and felt that martial arts would be the most suitable, but unfortunately I don’t know much about this aspect.”

"Oh?" The young woman was a little surprised, and then asked, "No wonder there is a copy of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" on the strong man's desk. I don't know much about martial arts, but I also know that it is inseparable from military books and strategies. I just saw the strong man I put my sword in the room, and I boldly raised it, it is very important, I wonder if I am honored to be able to see the skills of a strong man?"

"Huh?" Zhou Yang instinctively realized that something was wrong. The relationship between the two did not reach the point where they could exchange strength with each other, but he didn't care. On the one hand, he had to train on his own, and the young woman obviously came from a wealthy family. Can help, "Since Madam has such a taste, it would be hypocritical for me to refuse."

"So you really know how to do it?" the maid who happened to come in said in surprise, "I heard that you swordsmen all drew their swords in anger and blood spattered them five steps. I just..."

"Well, you're right, I'm really going to kill you tonight!" Zhou Yang raised the long sword and made a motion to draw the sword towards the maid. His expression was even more murderous, and the frightened maid ran directly to the young woman. Behind him, he even trembled a little.

"A strong man should not be as knowledgeable as her." The young woman smiled gently, "I heard that you all like to drink wine and dance with swords. I happened to have a jar of green bamboo leaves in the car. It was originally used to keep out the cold. Because I am not good at it, I did not open it. , just in time to cheer up the strong men!"

"Oh? Thank you madam!" Zhou Yang agreed as soon as his eyes lit up. Although he is not an alcoholic, he still likes to drink from time to time in modern times. Since arriving in the Zhou Dynasty, because he only brewed his own wine, he really couldn't swallow it. He went down to the village wine shop. It had been a while since he drank alcohol, and this time he just wanted to improve his life.

Probably because she had just been frightened once, the maid ran to the carriage obediently, took out a small porcelain jar from the locker in the carriage and came back. It looked like it should weigh two kilograms. She didn't even wait for her, but walked a few steps away. The smell of wine came.

"Good wine!" Zhou Yang took the porcelain altar in surprise, but when he wanted to open it, his heart moved, and he quietly gave up the idea, "It's such a good wine, it's a waste to drink it on an ordinary day like today, anyway, I also practice swords. You don’t need anything to add to the fun, just treat it as a thank you to Madam for the good wine!”

"That's the case, it's an eye-opener for me." The young woman didn't say anything, turned to the maid and said, "It's already dark, why don't you light the lantern?"

"Yes, grandma!" the maid responded playfully, went to the carriage, took out the fire folding book, and lit the lantern on the long pole in front of the carriage. It was only then that Zhou Yang discovered that this small lantern turned out to be The not-so-pure yellowed glass lampshade illuminated most of the yard after being lit!
Once again, Zhou Yang had doubts about the young woman's background, but Zhou Yang didn't ask any more questions. He put the wine jar on the table, drew his sword and rushed out of the room. Under the illumination of the horse lantern, the sword body flashed an intimidating cold light from time to time, and the sword moves were even more swift and sharp, constantly making sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Nearly two months of training had greatly improved his strength, and he was surprised to find that the effect of martial arts training in this world was much better than that of modern society. The simplest point is that if modern society wants to have a "sword" "Xiao", except for a few masters, everyone else was basically dubbing, but he did it two months later.

Even his strength has improved a lot. He practiced martial arts since he was a child. When he was in junior high school, "Ip Man" became a hit, and all kinds of martial arts schools started practicing Wing Chun. When he played cosplay with "Xu Shao", he was blindly superstitious about Baji. He even hired experts from the capital who were said to be "authentic family members" to teach him at a high price.

After more than two months of training, his original strength has never been tested. Now he can effortlessly lift a small stone rolling in the yard weighing more than 150 kilograms above his head, and perform more than [-] deep squats at the same time. This is If the power is placed in modern society, it is enough to kill most so-called "masters" in an instant.

"How is it? My young master is great, isn't he?" The two masters and servants were shocked and lost their composure. Qingwen, who had already cooked and came out, asked proudly, "Even the legendary martial arts champion who descended from the martial arts star can only be like this, right? The young master said that he will definitely do it in the future. I will pass the martial arts examination, and then I will be able to provide my slave with meat to eat every day!"

"Miss Qingwen, right? Does your young master have any relatives? Why didn't you see your young wife?" The young woman's expression moved, she lowered her head and asked softly, "If you have such strength to stay here to run the hotel, you will be really wronged."

"The young master just came back from Nanyang in September. After buying the tavern from my uncle, he settled in Shilipu in the north." Qingwen's answer was very straightforward, but because of her height, she did not notice the change in the young woman's expression, " With such a short time, of course there is no young lady."

"Really?" The young woman continued to ask calmly, "In the past two months, has your young master taken you into the city? There are many interesting things in this capital. It would be a pity not to go and see it; not to mention It’s the end of the year, don’t you need to make some new clothes?”

"I -" Qingwen's expression brightened, then dimmed, "I haven't been there. The young master practices martial arts and eats a lot. The money we earn in the tavern is not even enough. Naturally, we don't have any money to make clothes. But the young master said, When life gets better in the future, I will make ten or eight pieces for me every year, and then I will wear them every day!"

"Really? It's a shame for you." The young woman smiled and touched Qingwen's little head, turning her eyes to Zhou Yang who had already entered the closing phase, "But it is really your lifetime honor to follow this warrior. "

"You think so too?" Qingwen said with a smile, "People in the village are very envious of me and say I am lucky!" "That's right!" The young woman ended the conversation with a smile and turned to Zhou, who had already sheathed his sword. Yang said, "A strong man is good at martial arts. Although I don't know much about my body, with the skills of a strong man, it is not unimaginable to do martial arts."

"Let's eat first!" Zhou Yang nodded with a smile, and greeted everyone to the lobby. It is impossible to arrange four people to sit in the small living room, "It's a bit simple, I can see that you all come from rich and noble families, and today you only I can make do with it for a while.”

A platter of braised vegetables and a platter of braised pork head and pork head. Probably because of the guests, Qingwen also specially added two dishes, one is scrambled eggs with chopped green onions, and the other is stir-fried vegetables. It can barely be regarded as two meat and two vegetables, plus The same specially prepared white rice was placed on the table, a meal that could be used by ordinary people to celebrate the New Year, but the expressions of the master and servant seemed to be seeing pig food.

"You - just eat these?" Fortunately, the young woman said that her upbringing since she was a child made her know what to say and what not to say, so the maid didn't have so many scruples, "Even the lowest servants in our house are not like this. , there are actually some filthy things, how can you enter the mouth?"

"Sit down!" The young woman shouted in a low voice, asking the maid to wake up. She probably knew that the explanation was unclear, but she had no intention of explaining it, so she directly changed the topic, "I have bothered you for so long, and you haven't asked me what your name is?"

"My surname is Zhou, Zhou Yang." He smiled and didn't care about the attitude of the master and servant. He also remembered that the upper class people in ancient times did not eat animal offal. "This is Qingwen girl. You should all know it. As for the two of you, I won’t ask more about your identity. I am lucky enough to meet you today. I’m afraid no one can tell you when we will see you next time.”

The meal was not satisfying. Neither the master nor the servant could accept the braised food. They simply picked up a few eggs and vegetables with chopsticks and ate some rice to fill their stomachs. It was obvious that they didn't think much of rice either. This reminded Zhou Yang of the description of various high-grade rice in the original work of "Red Mansions".

After the meal, Qingwen packed up angrily. Seeing the maid's bewildered look, it was obvious that she had never done anything. Zhou Yang smiled without saying anything, turned around and returned to the room, continuing the journey since time travel. The first task before going to bed - endorsement, that is, the three antique books I brought back, and then getting familiar with writing traditional Chinese characters.

"Zhou Zhuangshi doesn't seem to be good at calligraphy." He felt someone come in. Before Zhou Yang turned around, he heard a gentle female voice. It was naturally the young woman who came. Because the room was too small and the desk was placed in the living room, it naturally wouldn't be too big. Awkward.

"I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and I don't know much about books. I have no problem understanding it, but my writing is much worse. From time to time, I still have the problem of missing arms and legs." Zhou Yang did not hide anything and explained with a smile, Then he wrote on the purchased straw paper in almost dog-like handwriting, "It's even a waste of pen and ink."

"Zhou Zhuangshi should learn from the basics first." He frowned and looked at it. He took another brush from the desk and wrote a "Poetry to Encourage Learning" smoothly. If the standard is placed in modern times, a "calligrapher" "The title is by no means excessive, "You don't even hold the pen correctly."

"This -" Zhou Yang touched his nose awkwardly, "If it weren't for the martial arts competition, I actually don't care too much about calligraphy. Besides, as long as I can almost write, why bother?"

"Ask if you don't know, and learn if you don't know. Is there such a thing as 'almost'?" The young woman interrupted him rudely, "Besides, martial arts examinations also require internal examinations. If the handwriting is too poor, the examiner will directly remove you from the exam. No matter how good your martial arts skills are, So what if there’s no chance?”

"Uh." The young woman's stern attitude and serious expression reminded Zhou Yang of the feeling of meeting the teacher in class a long time ago. He shook the brush casually and said with a dry smile, "You don't have to be like this."

"Put down the pen first!" The young woman's tone became more severe, and she was about to reach out and take back the brush in Zhou Yang's hand without any politeness, "People who read should respect the writing paper, how can they play with it at will?"

It's just that she didn't move fast, and Zhou Yang dodged a little bit. The outstretched slender hand didn't grab the brush, but was caught by the opponent's blocking left hand. Almost instantly, the two froze at the same time, and after looking at each other, , the young woman subconsciously avoided it.

"Please respect yourself, Mr. Zhou!" The young woman's voice suddenly lost its previous momentum, and became soft and soft, almost pleading. She pumped hard several times, but naturally she couldn't pull it back.

This gave Zhou Yang a better feeling. Although he has never found a regular girlfriend in modern society due to work and income reasons, with his excellent physical condition and well-known interpersonal relationships in the COS circle, he has never been without a bed by his side. He has been in the world of "Red Mansions" for more than two months and has been working as an ascetic. The white and tender peaches in the afternoon had already aroused many thoughts in him. Now that the opportunity was rare, he naturally started to think about it.

The left hand she was already holding slowly exerted force to pull the young woman towards her. She saw that the other woman's face was getting redder and redder, but because of her strength, she easily pulled her into her arms, and then she bent down and hugged her sideways.

"Is that okay?" At the last moment, Zhou Yang remained clear-minded. He had never been the type to ignore anything, so he left the choice to the young woman.

The young woman avoided his fiery gaze, her crimson cheeks turned slightly to one side with shame.
(End of this chapter)