The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Zhan Jiantian cut off his words of rejection as soon as he reached his lips. He blushed and said, "Well, I'm almost done eating..."

Chu Xu drank hot tea and his face looked much better. Being in a lively environment, he gradually let down his guard.

Jiang Nanqiu secretly ordered the waiter to burn the charcoal fire more fully. The younger brother was very smart and deliberately pushed the table where Tanhuo was sitting next to Zhan Jiantian.

When Zhan Jiantian saw all this, he glanced at Chu Xu, stood up and walked upstairs.

He once heard that the landlady was ambitious and wanted to marry a scholar. He didn't believe it at first, but now he saw that the rumors were not all false.

Chu Xu finally asked the waiter in the store how many cakes he bought, ate them with hot tea, and then went upstairs with the book basket on his back.

At night, Jiang Nanqiu asked someone to bring two buckets of hot water and a pot of charcoal fire to Chu Xu.

The little book boy who opened the door looked at the enthusiastic waiter with a look of embarrassment on his face: "Second brother, we only want a bucket of hot water, and we don't want any charcoal fire."

The second brother glanced at Chu Xu in the room and said loudly: "Don't worry, this is given to you by our landlady. It's free of charge."

After hearing this, the boy became even more uneasy. He waved his hands and said, "That can't be done. We young masters often say that we don't get rewards without merit. How can we receive favors in vain?"

The second brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a sad face: "Young master, you don't know. Our landlady's late husband was also a scholar, but he died on the way to take the exam. The landlady missed the palace, so she opened this inn. . The landlady will take care of all the students who stay in this inn, so you can rest assured."

The little book boy couldn't decide to pay attention, so he had to close the door and go back to ask Chu Xu.

After a while, Chu Xu came over and opened the door. He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you very much for the kindness of the landlady, but we don't have any spare money. But I can help the inn write a few pairs. Please tell the waiter and the landlady."

If he goes to high school this time, the words he leaves behind will be of some benefit to the world, and he will be considered as not owing the favor to the landlady.

The waiter didn't expect that Chu Xu, a student, was quite decent, unlike the bookboy who was like a stupid goose. He sighed in his heart that the landlady’s vision was pretty good this time!

"What you said is very good. It's just that the landlady has gone to bed. I'll get back to her early tomorrow morning, so I can trouble you with my ink."

Jiang Nanqiu fell asleep again. The second brother had done something good, so he knocked on her door and told her about the situation in a lively manner. Jiang Nanqiu was very satisfied and rewarded her with some money: "Well, she's quite clever. Go ahead."

The wind and snow got worse in the middle of the night. Jiang Nanqiu was sleeping with Mrs. Tang in her arms, but she actually woke up from the cold.

Jiang Nanqiu's nose was so cold that she could only take one bodybuilding pill. This damn place is really not for humans!

And here is still more than a thousand kilometers away from the capital, and Chu Xu actually wants to walk there... Jiang Nanqiu thought, he is indeed the leading male in this small world.

Jiang Nanqiu didn't sleep well at night and got up later the next day. After she washed up and came downstairs, the second brother winked at her: "Madam boss, Mr. Chu has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Jiang Nanqiu was not in a hurry. She said hello to Chu Xu who was looking at the snow, then passed him and entered the counter. Li said, "What's there to eat? Get a table."

Seeing that Jiang Nanqiu hadn't had breakfast yet, Chu Xu didn't say anything, so he just kept warm.

The two waiters brought the trays over and placed the breakfasts on the table one by one. Jiang Nanqiu called Chu Xu: "Mr. Chu, come over and have a meal."

Chu Xu quickly refused: "No."

However, Jiang Nanqiu pulled him over: "Since the young master is giving away the calligraphy treasure, the slave family has nothing to repay. The young master should not despise the simple life."

At this time, there was also a merchant having breakfast. When he saw this, he whispered: "Hey, it's really romantic."

"Arrived yesterday, hooked up today."

Chu Xu's face turned red and he sat down helplessly: "Thank you so much, shopkeeper."

Zhan Jiantian watched from the side, the fire in his eyes shining. He quickly finished the pot of apricot blossom wine and called to the second brother: "Xiao Er, have another pot."

Jiang Nanqiu couldn't see anything. She looked at Chu Xu and said, "Young master said that he would go downstairs and write a couplet for me today. I wonder if I can write two more poems for the slave family?"

Chu Xu didn't know what this sentence meant, so he asked cautiously: "What poem?"

Jiang Nanqiu hesitated, his face turned red: "I saw two lines of poetry in the book, and I always wanted to copy them down, but my handwriting is really ugly, so I really couldn't."

Chu Xu heard last night that the landlady's husband was a scholar, so she thought it was a book left by her husband and wanted to copy it, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Zhan Jiantian's gaze became more and more direct, and his hostility became more and more obvious. Chu Xu finally noticed it. He looked at Zhan Jiantian and then at Jiang Nanqiu: "Boss Boss, do you know this person?"

Jiang Nanqiu nodded: "I saved him, and he wanted to repay my kindness, so he wanted to give me his life. However, I have become discouraged since my husband passed away, so I rejected him."

There was an apology on Chu Xu's face. He felt that he had asked too many questions: "I've said too much, please don't blame the boss lady."

After the meal, Chu Xu poured ink on the spot and wrote four couplets in one breath. The younger brother happily took one and posted it at the door of the inn.

Jiang Nanqiu held the rest in his hands, looked at it again and again, and couldn't put it down. Finally, he put it away: "Young Master Chu's calligraphy is like a dragon or a phoenix among people. He will definitely be in high school one day. I have to put it away carefully. Maybe one day I will go downstairs and become famous thanks to the calligraphy of the young master!"

Chu Xu did not speak, but asked: "I wonder what two poems the shopkeeper wants to write?"

Jiang Nanqiu's face was as red as rouge: "Young Master, please go wait in the room. I'll be back as soon as I go."

When Jiang Nanqiu returned to his room, he rummaged around. But where does she have any love poems left by her late husband? Saying that writing love poems is just an excuse to get closer to Chu Xu.

The system lingers around her: "Host, where is your deceased husband's poetry? He is just a boss! But if he is not dead yet, you two would be quite a match."

Jiang Nanqiu didn't have time to listen to his nonsense.

After searching for a long time, I still found nothing. She could only take out a piece of unburned black coal from the extinguished charcoal basin, write two lines of poetry crookedly on her handkerchief, and then knock on Chu Xu's door with the handkerchief in hand!