Confused country poison concubine

Chapter 1039 Hit the Peach Blossom Gu in the postscript (1)
Liu Xiucai tapped the bowls and chopsticks in his hand slowly, his expression was a little sleepy: "My wife came from a powerful family, I visited many years ago, but..."

He didn't say any more, just hummed: "I was kicked out."

Seeing his expression while drinking, Jiuzan couldn't help sighing: "It turns out that the local tyrants stepped down and worshiped the high. If you want to be a couple for one night, you will be kind for a hundred days. There are really bullying, ruthless people everywhere in this world."

"Exactly, she's cunning and ruthless, abandoning her husband and abandoning her husband... well, she is a ruthless daughter who is harmful." Liu Xiucai's voice sounded like she was gnashing her teeth.

Jiuzan listened to the crisp knocking sound of the bowl, his eyes were a little blurred, and he smiled wryly: "My husband died early, there are thousands of ruthless people in this world, and you and I are all miserable people."

She couldn't tell her own experience, she could only treat that person as dead.

The two of you said one sentence, and I criticized the fickle men and women in the world one sentence at a time. For a while, there seemed to be endless words, and they chatted late into the night.

It wasn't until the maid came to remind her that Jiuzan remembered that she would go to work on the embankment tomorrow as if waking up from a dream, so she prepared to get up and help Liu Xiucai to the wing to rest.

Liu Xiucai stood up slowly, as if he had drunk too much, put down his literati airs, and began to speak unscrupulously: "The Ninth Madam is planning to waste time for the people who failed you?"

Jiuzan fell silent, and smiled softly, so that people could not see what she was laughing at, and then helped the lady to turn around and leave, but when she left, Liu Xiucai's robe was hung on the sword on her waist for some reason, and the The original thin robe was torn a big hole.

On the second day, Liu Xiucai insisted on not wanting the new clothes that Jiuzan compensated for, and said that he didn't want to eat the cheap food, so he took a few ropes and tied a few bundles by himself before going out the door.

Jiuzan had no choice but to leave the pedantic gentleman behind, and personally brought the needle and thread to sew clothes for the other party.

She was originally a Miao person, and she didn't care about small details, and she said that she was not good at sewing, and the tear was too big. She was afraid that the seam would be damaged, so she asked Liu Xiucai to wear a rag and sew it on him.

After sewing for a while, she realized that this scholar is the pedantic gentleman who is most jealous of melon fields and plums, but for some reason, she didn't refuse her approach this time.

But Jiuzan is not a delicate person, so he doesn't think too much, just want to help the other party sew the clothes quickly.

It was only when she got close to the scholar that she smelled the man's pleasant smell, she felt that the person in front of her was also a man, but instead she felt a little uncomfortable, that Liu Xiucai didn't speak, and just let her stitch and stitch. to sew for him.

However, she could feel the scholar's eyes on her, with a strange focus, which made her face feel hot for no reason.

I don't know how long it took to sew, but she finally finished the last stitch, raised her head and said in relief, "Sir, it's done."

But he didn't want to raise his head, and his cheek brushed the other's lips unintentionally.

"Yeah." Liu Xiucai nodded, hummed lightly, and the breath from her lips passed over her forehead.

Jiuzan blushed instantly, stepped back immediately, and secretly raised her eyes to look at Liu Xiucai, only to see Liu Xiucai was also looking at her, with a strange burning gaze in her eyes, but it was only a moment before Liu Xiucai returned to her usual look. There was a hint of arrogance in the respect: "Thank you Madam for your concern."

Then, he turned around and left calmly.

Jiuzan stared blankly at the back of the other party leaving, slowly frowned, not knowing what to think of, then looked at the other party's thin to shriveled figure, and shook his head again.

It couldn't be that person, she was so confused.

But from that day on, Jiuzan began to dream at night, and it was not a nightmare, but I always heard someone chanting in my ear every night-Guan Guan Jujiu, in the continent of the river, my fair lady, the gentleman is so good.

In her dream, Jiuzan thought, there is a woman standing on Hezhizhou, if the water rises, she will be easily drowned?
Do Han Chinese prefer courtship in dangerous places?The Han Chinese are indeed strange existences...

Mr. Liu listened to his mother's words brought by Nian'er, and sighed for a long while—the generation gap between culture and race (Quotations from Her Majesty the Queen).

Day by day, the weather is getting colder after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and winter is coming soon.

Therefore, during the days when the snow fell, Mr. Liu spent more and more time running to the students' homes. Sometimes in the afternoon, he would have to wait till evening before stepping out of the snow with his schoolbag on his back.

Although Liu Xiucai said that the quarry is too noisy, which is not conducive to students' study.

However, since he arrives just before lunch and leaves after dinner every time, and occasionally takes away two pieces of bacon or a few jars of wine, everyone in the yard silently thinks that the pedantic scholar is not so unreasonable. Cannibal fireworks.

"What, it's obviously a poor scholar who came to play the autumn wind!" A girl counted the bacon hanging under the eaves, and couldn't help muttering a few words.

But Jiuzan, who was drying persimmon cakes, shook his head displeasedly: "Okay, Mana, Mr. Liu never accepts Shuxiu, who has a hard life, and he doesn't want to be a teacher in a wealthy family. It’s okay to take more care of them, we Miao people have always been generous to our friends, haven’t we?”

She is very satisfied with Liu Sanbian's teaching these days, and Nian'er's progress can be said to be rapid.

Mana thought about it for a while, so she forked off another piece of bacon: "That's right, it's pitiful to see him so skinny, Mr. Liu will just come and give it to him tonight."

Jiuzan also picked up a bag of persimmon cakes and bacon and wrapped them in oiled paper, and at the same time told Mana: "Mr. didn't come to eat at noon today, and I will eat more in the evening. You tell the kitchen to prepare two more dishes from our hometown— — Bamboo rice and wild pork fried with garlic.”

"Okay." Mana nodded.

A gust of cool wind blew, and Jiuzan couldn't help shivering: "Ha Qiu."

Mana immediately pulled her into the room, and at the same time complained in a low voice: "When can we go back to Miaojiang? It's too cold here for the Han people. I don't like snow at all."

But Jiuzan seemed to think of something: "By the way, prepare a set of quilts for Mr. Liu. I heard that there is only a charcoal basin in his room, and the quilts are very thin."

Mana heard the words, and said: "That's right, how poor is that scholar? I saw him wearing two or three sets of ragged jackets, which are very thin. In such a cold day, I don't see him getting a cold." pneumonia."

(End of this chapter)