The Three Kingdoms: My Wife is a Great and Good Teacher

Liu Zhaoqing quickly turned to the next page.

【Gongdu】

【People Characters】

【Fifteen years old】

【武:61】

【Wisdom: 52】

【Body: 78】

【Charm: 70】

[On the seventh day of the first lunar month in the fifth year of Zhongping, he entered Qingfu and became a servant. He was able to embroider and weave, and could also understand the language of birds.]

【Heavenly gift: embroidery and weaving; understanding the language of birds】

"This seems normal...but this little girl has two gifts? And she also understands bird language??"

Liu Zhaoqing opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

After closing the book, Liu Zhaoqing was silent for a long time and gradually realized a fact.

"This is the end of the Mythical Han Dynasty, which means... there are many people whose attributes exceed 100 points..."

"But if we look at this number, then those characters of earth and sky, or Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Lu Bu, and Zhao Yun, wouldn't their military strength be over a thousand?"

Liu Zhaoqing looked at the pornographic book in his hand, and after a long silence, he sighed helplessly.

"Well, it seems that there is still a long way to go in the future."

"By the way, is it true that the stuttering little maid can speak bird language?"

Liu Zhaoqing was quite curious, but it was already late at night and it was not easy to go find them, so he decided to ask more tomorrow.

-

On the other side, Zhang Jiao hurriedly came to the kitchen.

He raised his foot and nearly tripped over the threshold, and stumbled before grabbing onto the table.

Baoer, who was fanning the earthen stove with a palm-leaf fan, was shocked when he saw this.

He quickly put down the palm-leaf fan in his hand and went forward to support Zhang Jiao.

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Zhang Jiao steadied herself, waved her hand, then looked back. When she didn't see anyone, she breathed a sigh of relief.

This look also made Baoer full of questions.

"Ma'am...what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just came to see if you have prepared the medicine." Zhang Jiao said.

There was still some blush on her face, and Baoer could tell that the lady was lying, but when she rolled her eyes, she realized that this might be a private matter between the lady and the head of the family, so she stopped asking.

"The medicine is almost ready. It's some nourishing stuff. The master of the family should recover quickly after taking it." Baoer said with a smile.

Then he picked up the palm-leaf fan that had fallen on the ground, squatted in front of the stove and continued to fan: "Madam, please sit aside for a while, it will be ready soon."

Zhang Jiao nodded, sat aside, and looked at the flames in the stove. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Did anything happen at home during the few days I was in the north?"

"No, the owner of the family is still the same as before, he goes to the Baixi Tower every day, and the theater is getting better and better. It is estimated that the profit will increase by a thousand dollars this month." Baoer said happily.

"Thank you for your hard work, baby."

"It's not that hard for me. It's all thanks to the master's orders." Baoer shook his head.

"Madam, where do you think the master of the family gets so many ideas? There are acrobatics, poems, and those magical and delicious dishes. It seems that the master of the family knows everything..."

"Qingjun is not a mediocre person. He has extraordinary talent." Zhang Jiao said.

Baoer covered her mouth and laughed secretly after hearing this.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, nothing~"

Bao Er waved her fan and changed the subject, "By the way, Madam, today at the theater, the master was writing that 'diary' again, and he also told me a very interesting story."

"story?"

"Yes, it's the story of the 'Yellow Turban Army', and there's also General Tiangong in it. The head of the family also said that General Digong is also named 'Bao'!"

"The Yellow Turbans? Are they traitors?"

"It seems to be in the story." Seeing that Zhang Jiao was interested, Baoer told Zhang Jiao the story that Liu Zhaoqing had told her.

After hearing this, Zhang Jiao felt as if she had suddenly been enlightened and was stunned for a long time.

"The blue sky is dead... the yellow sky should be established."

Could it be that Qingjun's ambition is actually like this...

Chapter 7: Jiao'er wants to exchange the blue sky for the yellow sky

Baoer also noticed at this time that Zhang Jiao seemed to have lost her soul.

"lady?"

Coming back to her senses, Zhang Jiao continued, "Did he really tell this...story?"

"Yes, Madam, do you think I have this kind of talent?" Baoer smiled shyly, "In the theater, the master always likes to use my name to create some operas. Others think they are written by me, but Madam, how can you not know that these are all the work of the master?"

"Huff~" Baoer found that the fire had gotten smaller, and immediately squatted down and fanned it.

"We need to boil this medicine for a while. It will be around 21:23-: when it is done. It is getting cold outside. Madam, please go back to your bedroom quickly. Don't catch a cold. The master of the family will be so worried."

Baoer's teasing made Zhang Jiao feel a little shy. She lowered her head slightly. Then she was about to get up and leave, but after thinking about it, she sat back down again.

Baoer, who was squatting on the ground fanning the stove, saw her like this and realized that the lady still had something to say to him.

"Bao'er, you have been with me the longest. You have been my maid since you were little and grew up with me. Five years ago, you moved to Pingyuan with me. In recent years, Qingjun has been busy with his career, and I have been taking care of him. You have to take care of all the trivial matters at home."

"Besides Qingjun, you are the person closest to me. Although we are master and servant, we are actually like sisters..."

Zhang Jiao thought for a moment and continued, "Besides, Bao'er, you are very capable and intelligent. You learn things very quickly. You can master many of the poems, lyrics, and musical instruments that Qingjun taught you after just one reading. You can also teach the opera performers in the theater very well."

"Ah... Madam, why, why are you suddenly talking about this?" Baoer, who was squatting on the ground, blushed and felt very embarrassed by the praise.

"I have always regarded Bao'er as my own sister." Zhang Jiao said, "So, if I need Bao'er's help in the future, please Bao'er will also take care of me."

"My lady, what you said is too harsh." Bao'er lowered her head. "This is what I should do. If I hadn't been taken in by you, I wouldn't have lived to this age. If you need me to do something, I will definitely do it."

"must?"

"must."

The look in Baoer's eyes made Zhang Jiao nod slightly. She placed her slender fingers on the table, tapped them twice, and then spoke.

"I went north to help my relatives a few days ago, and I saw many tragic scenes on the way. I often wondered why the common people were suffering so much when the nobles and aristocrats were still living off the fat of the land. Even if there were people with ambition and talent who were willing to support the country and help the people, like Qing Jun... many of them were regarded as untouchables because of their humble status and lack of God's gift."

Baoer didn't know how to respond. What the lady said was very profound, and she only understood some simple principles.

"Bao'er thinks that the master and his wife shouldn't just open a variety show in Pingyuan County...the master and his wife are both amazing."

"I don't have that kind of ambition." Zhang Jiao shook her head, "At least... I don't have that kind of ambition anymore."

"In my eyes, the country is not as important as our little family."

"But he is different. Qingjun has ambitions."

"But..." Bao'er pursed her lips, "The head of the family..."

"He is an ordinary person." Zhang Jiao continued.

"Yes, the head of the family knows it himself, so he has been saying that as long as we can survive in these troubled times, everything will be fine." Zhang Bao nodded.

"It's not easy to survive in such troubled times." Zhang Jiao said softly.

Then, looking at Bao Er, she continued, "However, we have been wandering for a few years, and now... maybe there will be a turning point."

"Transfer?"

"Baoer, have you ever heard the saying - 'In the year of Jiazi, the world will be blessed with good fortune'?"

Bao Er nodded: "Isn't this what the 'Jia Zi Army' said?"

Zhang Jiao shook her head: "This was made by someone else and given to the Jiazi Army."

"The man who did it called himself 'Old Immortal'."

"And when I went north this time, I met him." Zhang Jiao said, "He said I had 'destiny'."

"Ah?" Baoer opened his mouth wide.

No wonder the lady emphasized her relationship with her so carefully just now. If such words were to get out, the entire family would be killed.

"But I didn't believe it."

"Why?" Baoer asked.

“That man looks like a beggar.”

"..."

Zhang Jiao continued, "I wanted to leave, but he caught up with me and said a few more words."

"'Because I was defeated by your husband, I had the destiny but did not take it.'"

"Who is this person? How dare he slander the head of the family! Madam, won't you beat him up?" Baoer stood up immediately and stomped her feet angrily after hearing this.

"I was also ready to take action, but he said something else afterwards," said Zhang Jiao.

"'But your husband's fate is unpredictable, like falling or rising.'"

When Baoer heard this, his eyes rolled and he said, "Then the Madam must have withdrawn her hand, right? After all, this concerns the family master's...life star."

"Yes." Zhang Jiao nodded. "Although that man looks like a beggar, since it concerns Qing Jun, I will let him finish his words. But he can only say one sentence, otherwise I will arrest him and bring him to the authorities."

"His last words were 'If you want to save yourself, you must trade the blue sky for the yellow sky.'"

"'Replace the blue sky with the yellow sky'..." Bao'er recited this sentence, then was stunned, looked up and said in surprise: "The yellow sky...isn't this what the patriarch said?"

Zhang Jiao nodded again, her lips moving slightly.

"So now I think... that person might really be an immortal, or at least a master who has the gift of seeing through life."

Zhang Jiao looked at the sky outside the window and said softly, "And Qingjun is just like me. He has seen the suffering of the people, but he is troubled by reality and cannot realize his ambitions. Otherwise, he would not tell such a story and say such a heroic statement as 'The sky is dead'."

"Then what is Madam going to do?" Baoer asked. It seems that the master that Madam met is very likely to be really capable.

"I plan to go to the north again in a few days to look for that expert and bring my uncle's daughter over."

"Then……"

"Then?" Baoer looked at Zhang Jiao, waiting for her to continue.

"Qing Jun has given me a new life. If anything happens to him, I will not be able to live in this world."

Zhang Jiao slowly stood up and looked at the night sky outside the window. Facing the dark sky, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"If the heavens do not tolerate the poor people, nor do they tolerate Qingjun and me, then I can only change to this black sky..."

Baoer was shocked, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

-

On the other side, Liu Zhaoqing originally wanted to wait for his wife to return to her room before going to bed, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see anyone.

Maybe it was because starting the pornographic book consumed a lot of energy, but Liu Zhaoqing fell asleep almost as soon as he lay down on the bed.

When I woke up the next day, the bedding beside me was still somewhat warm, and my clothes were neatly prepared on the chair next to the bed.

He didn't even know when his wife would come back or when she would get up.

Liu Zhaoqing slowly stood up, supported his head, and felt that he was in good condition and no longer felt any discomfort.

Then he remembered what happened yesterday, and he remembered that he had to check today to see whether the "three Englishes" in his home had "falsified values".

After putting on his clothes, Liu Zhaoqing stepped out of the room, but after walking through a few rooms, he saw his beautiful wife in a white velvet robe looking at a yellow bird on a dead branch not far away, as if she was enjoying the scenery in the garden.

Liu Zhaoqing tiptoed forward and prepared to give her a surprise.