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Chapter 145 Wax to protect against cold

"Wang Wang."

Suddenly there was a fierce barking from behind the black door. A big black dog, as tall as half a man, was barking at Yang Liang through the crack in the door.

Yang Liang was startled, swayed, pretended to be drunk, waved his hands and said, "Drunk, I'm drunk."

He staggered away from the gate and headed toward the front yard.Taking the time to take a secret look at the hunchbacked old man, I found that his face was as dark as the bottom of a black pot.

Yang Liang knew that he had completely offended the other party.

Arriving at the front hall, Lu Xiuyuan was guarding the stove, his face flushed from drinking.

"Come on, brother, have a few more drinks with me."

Yang Liang had no choice but to put aside his worries for the time being and toast to a drink with Lu Xiuyuan. After a while, he became drunk and was helped back to the room by the hunchbacked old man.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Yang Liang woke up from bed and found that it was completely dark. There was an extra stove in the room, and the charcoal inside was glowing red.

Yang Liang put on his clothes and got out of bed, lit the oil lamp with the flames in the stove, and hugged the stove to dispel the chill in his body.

The cold night after the snow was even colder than usual. It was only through hard training that I could withstand the cold.

However, even though his body is already so good, why can't he drink more?

Yang Liang shook his head, guessing that this was probably a genetic problem.

He sat for a while, feeling bored, and then took out a book of poems from his bag.

After passing the provincial examination in Pingzhou, Yang Liang has understood that whether he can pass the imperial examination has nothing to do with talent.

This imperial examination relies on fate, luck, and fortune coins.

However, as a scholar, Yang Liang is still used to putting two books in his bag to show off.

He looked at it for a while, but couldn't read it, so he took out the mysterious stone sculpture from his book bag.

Putting it on the table, Yang Liang held his chin in his hands and stared at the seven dolls.

In a daze, Yang Liang seemed to see the seven dolls come to life, singing, dancing, crying or laughing at Yang Liang.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing."

Yang Liang waved his hand vigorously and realized that it was Nan Ke Yimeng. He was still sitting in front of the window, and the mysterious stone sculpture on the table was still staring at him with big eyes and small eyes.

Yang Liang shook his head and found that the oil lamp was a little dim, so he pulled out a straw from the bed and picked the wick.

Snapped.

At this time, the oil lamp suddenly burst into flames.

"Is the young master sleeping?"

Outside the house, there was a gentle knock on the door. Yang Liang turned his head, and a woman's silhouette appeared on the door.

Yang Liang straightened his robe, opened the door, and saw a woman standing outside the door, holding a teapot in her hand.

"I'm here to bring you some tea."

Yang Liangzheng felt a little thirsty and thought that this was probably Lu Xiuyuan's daughter.

"Trouble girl."

Miss Lu came in with a teapot and poured a cup of hot tea for Yang Liang. White steam came out, and Yang Liang felt much warmer.

"Master, are you reading poetry?" Miss Lu put down the teapot and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"The night is long, just read it at will."

Miss Lu showed admiration and said, "I have liked scholars since I was a child, but I have never had the opportunity to read. What poems are you reading?"

Yang Liang knew that people in this era believed that a woman's lack of talent was a virtue, and ordinary women did not have many opportunities to study and practice calligraphy.

Listening to Miss Lu's tone of voice, she actually sounded a bit pitiful.

"Some of them are written by me, and some of them are posthumous works by predecessors." Yang Liang said, "If you want to hear it, I will read it to you."

"Yeah." Miss Lu nodded and looked at Yang Liang with a pair of starry eyes.

"For example, in this song, there are two pairs of people on the bed and two pairs of shoes on the floor..." Yang Liang was talking nonsense and noticed that Miss Lu slowly frowned. He coughed lightly and said: "Look at this song again, Lu Cong It's white tonight, the moon is bright in my hometown..."

Miss Lu's brows widened, she nodded, slowly chewed on Yang Liang's words, and couldn't help but praise: "It's so beautiful, sir, you are so awesome."

Yang Liangliang thought that girls in this era had no choice but to go out of their way. Because they were not deeply involved in the world, they were simply easy to deceive.

She just read a few poems casually, and she praised herself for being so awesome.

Yang Liang read a few more songs, and Miss Lu nodded frequently and praised Yang Liang full of praise.

Suddenly, a cockcrow came from outside.

Yang Liang and Miss Lu both woke up from a dream, and before they knew it, it was already midnight.

The two looked at each other, and Miss Lu's face turned red.

She picked up the teapot and said, "It's getting late, I'll take my leave first."

For some reason, Yang Liang suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave.

"I'll come again tomorrow night to listen to the young master reading poetry." Before leaving, Miss Lu added.

Yang Liang's originally depressed heart became cheered up again.

He lay on the bed, feeling that even though it was freezing and snowy outside, his whole body was filled with heat.

It's probably because his skills have improved again.

A good night's dream.

The next morning, Yang Liang walked out of the room and saw that the snow outside had melted a lot, and he felt a little distressed.

If the snow melts too quickly, he will have to hit the road.

In the yard, he first saw the hunchbacked old man with a dark face, and then saw the smiling Lu Xiuyuan behind him.

"Master Li, how did you sleep last night?"

Yang Liang felt a little embarrassed, and suddenly didn't know how to face Lu Xiuyuan.

"Young Master Li must stay here for a few more days. I specially brought my daughter here and asked her to learn some poetry from Young Master Li." Lu Xiuyuan said with a hearty smile.

Yang Liang thought, we had met last night, and we had been chatting until midnight.

At this time, Lu Xiuyuan waved his hand in the distance and said: "Nanny, come here quickly, don't be playful anymore."

A snowball came over and landed on Lu Xiuyuan's front, scattering a cloud of snow dust.

"whee."

There was a burst of laughter like silver bells, and then a girl wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket came over with a snowball in her hand.

Lu Xiuyuan pretended to be angry and coughed dryly, and then explained from Yang Liang: "Young Master Li, this is my little girl Yuanyuan. She is naughty by nature. Please discipline her well, Master Li."

The little girl raised her face, her hair was black and thick, and her face was white and rosy, like a pink doll carved from ice and snow.

"Sir, sir..."

She looked at Yang Liang in confusion, as his face turned sallow, as if there was a piece of yellow paper stuck on it.

She pursed her lips and said, "Dad, sir, it seems that you are scared?"

"Nonsense, sir, it's probably wax that's applied to prevent the cold." Lu Xiuyuan explained.

"Mr. Lu, may I ask how many daughters you have?" Yang Liang felt like his tongue was freezing.

"Just this one daughter is enough for me. I need several more." Lu Xiuyuan looked at his daughter dotingly.

Yang Liang was like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, and asked without giving up: "So, are there any families around here?"

"To be honest with Mr. Li, there are no villages or towns within a radius of dozens of miles. Mr. Li might as well stay a few more days and let's discuss our knowledge."

"Dad, look, sir, his face is red again."

"Oh, sir, you must be radiant." Lu Xiuyuan said.

(End of this chapter)