Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 100 Jinyi Day Walk

The water of Taihu Lake in the early morning was extraordinarily clear. Zhu Pingan sat on the short rock in front of the boulder beside Taihu Lake. The egg pain brought by it, I scooped up a handful of lake water and washed my face, feeling refreshed and refreshed. After washing his face, he spread the black wooden board on the boulder, poured a bamboo tube of lake water into a natural groove on the boulder, took out the oxtail brush made by Father Zhu from his school bag, dipped it in the lake water, and rubbed it on the black wooden board. Write quickly.

  The rising sun in the east is gradually rising, shining warmth and light on the young man who is diligently practicing calligraphy by the Taihu Lake. After the sun gradually brightened, Zhu Pingan put away the brush, bamboo tube and black wooden board, took out a hand-copied book from his schoolbag, and read it with relish.

  In the distance, where the water and the sky meet, white sails appear, and from time to time there are fishermen's shouts of fishing.

The young man on the shore of Taihu Lake packed up his things, carried his schoolbag across his shoulders and returned the same way. When he passed by the street, he bought two portions of tofu nao and six sticks of "fried juniper sticks", er, that is fried dough sticks, which people still used to call it at that time. "Fried juniper", expressed his indignation at Qin Hui's murder of Yue Fei and his son in Fengbo Pavilion on unwarranted charges.

  Zhu Ping'an returned to the inn with fried dough sticks and tofu nao.

  Zhu Ping'an's room in the inn was relatively remote, and of course the price was relatively cheap. When he returned to the room, he heard that the room seemed quite lively.

  As soon as I opened the door, I heard a pleasantly surprised cheer:

   "Ah, my husband is back, and he brought back my favorite fried juniper."

   Nima

  Master?

what's the situation?

  What kind of trouble is this witch going to do?

   This was Zhu Pingan's first thought, but when Zhu Pingan saw the scene in the room, he was relieved, so it was.

  In the room stood three officials who were dressed similarly to yamen servants but looked gorgeous. The leading man had a waist knife hanging from his waist, which looked a bit like a Miao knife.

   Uh, isn’t this the famous Xiuchun Knife?

   Something happened?

Thinking of the seriousness of the matter again, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but stop, and then smelled a scent, and the demon girl plunged into Zhu Ping'an's arms like a bird returning to its nest, and pulled Zhu Pingan to sit on the chair with a smile. Fu took the deep-fried dough sticks and tofu nao from Zhu Ping'an's hand, as attentively as a little daughter-in-law.

   "Sir, these Jinyiwei elder brothers are here for a routine search. It is said that they are looking for some kind of assassin or something, so scary." The witch sat beside Zhu Ping'an, looking like a weak woman who was afraid, and said angrily.

   It's really Jinyiwei. They didn't wear flying fish suits like Donnie Yen and others in the TV series. Only the leader brought an Xiuchun knife, and everyone else had ordinary swords.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for our safety. There is still some breakfast here. If you don't mind, please warm yourself up." Zhu Pingan got up from the chair, bowed his hands, and then quietly put the A small ingot of silver was stuffed into the leader's hand, and he said politely.

   It's not because of a guilty conscience, but because most of the people are so sophisticated. It’s fine if these officials have better temperaments, but if they have bad temperaments, they will cause a lot of inconvenience to the owner during the search, breaking things, throwing them all over the floor, or going along with them. For better or worse, they will be more polite.

"Where are you, sir, you are being polite. The assassin who assassinated Mr. Tongzhi has not been caught yet, and we are just doing a routine inspection." The leader Jin Yiwei took the silver, and then slipped it into his sleeve, quite familiar, They also spoke more politely, "Young Master is here to rush for the exam with so many books. We will leave after the routine inspection and won't disturb your preparation for the exam."

   "Then I'm going to thank all the officials." Zhu Pingan saluted again, then retreated to his seat and stood leaning against the table.

  Jin Yiwei, the leader, led two of his men to start a search, and they were more polite. They searched a few times, but found no blood-clothed knives or other illegal things, and they were about to leave.

  Just as they were about to leave, a sharp-eyed Jin Yiwei noticed something under the bed and walked over.

   Those are the medicinal materials I bought.

  Zhu Ping'an was sweating a little on his back, but his expression remained the same, as if nothing had happened.

  The Jin Yiwei lay down on the bottom of the bed, but found nothing else, only a few paper-wrapped herbs, and took them out.

  The leader of Jin Yiwei walked over, opened a pack of medicinal materials, and opened another pack of medicinal materials, then turned his head to look at Zhu Ping'an.

At this time, I saw the demon girl blushing slightly, shy and pretty, pinching her handkerchief with a shy look, lying on Zhu Ping'an's shoulder angrily, and said shyly: "Ah, I'm so ashamed, those jade butterflies, Donkey-hide gelatin, aloe vera, pearl powder, and ginseng are all from the daughter's family to make up for her body, I, I want to win a man for my husband." Saying that, the witch shyly squeezed Zhu Ping'an's waist.

  The two packs of medicinal materials that the leader of Jin Yiwei opened happened to be bought by the witch for beauty and beauty. Jin Yiwei and the others also had a rough understanding of medicine, and saw that the medicinal materials that were opened were indeed used by women to replenish their bodies, and there were no medicinal materials for treating sword wounds and internal injuries.

  Seeing the shy appearance of the witch at this moment, and hearing her shy words, they were also relieved. Finally, holding back their laughter, several Jin Yiwei stretched out their hands and left with fists in their hands.

  He got a man in one fell swoop. He was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, and his hair probably didn't even grow. It was a bit embarrassing for him.

  A boy with no hair at all, a mature girl like a flower and a jade peach, who is a man with one stroke, no wonder the young scholar's face seemed a little pale, it turned out that he was too tired at night.

   Several guards in Jinyi held back their laughter, went downstairs and left.

  After the voices of Jin Yiwei completely disappeared, Zhu Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the chair regardless of his image, poured a cup of herbal tea, and poured it into his stomach.

  The demon girl looked Zhu Pingan up and down, covered her cherry mouth with a sneer and said:

   "Sir, look at the virtue with white face and trembling legs, is he still a man, giggling"

   Look at your sister!

Zhu Ping'an is powerless to complain, and it's not all caused by you, a witch. I have been a scholar with no strength in my two lives. I have never seen this scene. If I can be so calm and not pee my pants, it is considered my psychological quality strong. Besides, my legs didn't shake at all.

   "Hehehe, I really doubt that you are still a man." The witch sat at the table with a smile, and laughed again.

   "Do you want me to take it out and prove it to you!" Zhu Pingan glanced at the witch, and said lightly.

  The witch looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile, and dismissed Zhu Ping'an's words.

  Your sister

   I'm still just this grumpy

  Zhu Ping'an stretched his hand into his bosom.

  The witch's face changed when she saw this, she took a step back, and took out a dagger from nowhere in her hand, which was shining brightly. It seems that if Zhu Pingan commits a crime, he will kill him cleanly.

Then, I saw Zhu Pingan took out a luyin from his arms and patted it on the table, pointing to a line of words on the luyin, the corners of his mouth curled up, "see, Zhu Pingan, from Xiahe Village, Ding Nan .”

  (end of this chapter)