Scholar scum

The scene of the poetry meeting was very lively. As soon as he entered the gate, Li Ye dragged Wang Tingxuan in front of a group of scholars.

"Brother Li, Brother Wang, you guys are here. University scholar Su is already over there." After hearing what the scholar said, Wang Tingxuan looked over there.

University scholar Su was surrounded by a group of people, and the person who was chatting with University scholar Su was exactly Lu Bozhong.

Lu Bozhong was 17 years old, he was already a well-known young talent, Wang Tingxuan was two years older than him.

After reliving his life, Wang Tingxuan found that he still didn't like dealing with literati like Lu Bozhong.

It's too lofty, he might admire such a person, but he can't learn it, and he can't appreciate it.

Gratitude is one thing, friendship is another.

In fact, Wang Tingxuan's ability to recite poems and write lyrics has not changed much. Although he did not copy the poems of his predecessors like the previous life, the poems he made are not so brilliant.

For the purpose of making friends with Lu Bozhong, Wang Tingxuan stopped thinking after only talking to him for a few words.

It was already late when the poetry meeting ended, and it was already past noon. Wang Tingxuan packed two dishes in Fuyuan Pavilion, pushed back the invitations of Li Ye and several other scholars, and hurried home.

When paying the money, Wang Tingxuan realized that there was really not much money left in his hand.

Lin Xiu waited for more than an hour and did not see Wang Tingxuan coming back, probably...she forgot.Lin Xiu heated up the previous meal and ate it with sorghum cakes.

Young master...you lied again.

Lin Xiu felt like crying while eating.

He always believed what the young master said to him, and would not doubt it, but he would also be sad.

But the young master rarely promised him anything.

Wang Tingxuan secretly cursed himself for delaying for too long, and when he returned home, he saw Lin Xiu washing clothes in the yard.

"Sorry, I'm late." Wang Tingxuan looked at him apologetically.

"Did you eat?"

Lin Xiu stood up, tugged at her sleeves, and said uncomfortably, "Master, I've eaten."

He didn't wait for the young master to come back for dinner, wondering if the young master would be angry and blame him.

Wang Tingxuan walked over and touched Lin Xiu's soft hair naturally, "Then we will eat these two dishes at night."

"By the way, why do you have to wash so many clothes?" Wang Tingxuan wondered when he remembered.Those clothes... don't look like home ones either.

"I pick up these clothes at the laundry factory." Lin Xiu replied in a low voice.

"Let me wash it." Wang Tingxuan suddenly felt distressed. If it wasn't for his uselessness, Lin Xiu wouldn't have to take care of the housework and do these jobs to make money.

"After these clothes are washed, you don't need to pick up any more jobs. I'll find a way to make money."

"it is good."

The young master was so active, Lin Xiu's words of refusal circled around his lips, and then swallowed it back.

At worst, he will do more embroidery work during this time, and then pick up the work after a while.

Why is Lin Xiu so obedient? Wang Tingxuan felt that he might be suffering from some kind of disease. He just wanted to hold Lin Xiu in his arms and bully him.

Not yet, it will scare him, wait a little longer.

After dinner, Wang Tingxuan took a book to read, and had to take the imperial examination again, which was really worrying.

In his previous life, although Wang Tingxuan did well in the exams, he didn't like reading, and he had forgotten most of the four books and five classics he learned. It would not be difficult to study it again.

It is a matter of glory for the ancestors for scholars to obtain fame and fame and become officials.Wang Tingxuan came back to life again, and it is even more handy to be an official.

It's just that his father warned him to be a good official when he was alive, but he finally became a courtier. As the number of times he appeared in front of the emperor increased, his official became bigger and bigger, and he attracted more and more hatred.

Wang Tingxuan knew that he had no way out, and turning back would lead to an abyss, so he could only move forward. He was used by the emperor to check and balance with the faction headed by Lu Bozhong. He enjoyed the supreme glory brought by power, but he also lost more. many.

In this life, Wang Tingxuan doesn't want to be the first bird anymore.

After thinking it over, Wang Tingxuan read the book for a while, and when Lin Xiu returned to the house, he hugged Lin Xiu.

"Master?" Lin Xiu was a little nervous and her body was a little stiff.

"Hmm."

...so intimate.The young master was too close, Lin Xiu moved uncomfortably.

After Wang Tingxuan hugged Lin Xiu into his arms, he put his palm against Lin Xiu's, interlocked his five fingers, and then used his other hand to tuck Lin Xiu's hair behind his ears, and rubbed his lips against the one he had beaten before. Most of the cheeks have been removed.

Why he was beaten, Wang Tingxuan, who was resurrected for the first time, no longer remembers.

Wang Tingxuan repeatedly kissed Lin Xiu's cheek, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Lin Xiu replied subconsciously.

It was when he knocked on the door twice for the young master to eat while the young master was reciting poems, and the young master slapped him when he got impatient.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it in the future." The man wrapped his arms around his waist, his chin resting on the top of his head, his voice was extremely gentle.

"By the way, don't call me young master in the future."

Lin Xiu's heartbeat stopped for a beat, Zhang An raised his head to look at Wang Tingxuan, why didn't the young master let him call him that?

Wang Tingxuan rubbed his chin against the top of Lin Xiu's head and thought for a while, "Calling me Wenxiu? It doesn't sound too nice."

No matter how I called it, I felt dissatisfied. Wenxiu didn't sound very friendly.

Lin Xiu hesitated for a moment, and tentatively said, "I want to call your young master, is that okay?"

Young master, his own young master, Lin Xiu silently repeated these two words in his heart.

"Okay, let's call it like that." Wang Tingxuan hugged him in his arms, with a smile in his eyes, and whispered to his ear, "I still want to hear you call me Brother Amao."

Lin Xiu's earlobe was a little red, how could the young master be like this?Lin Xiu buried her head and didn't look at the young master. It's too shameful. How could he speak?

"Call out, okay?" Wang Tingxuan induced Lin Xiu, wanting to hear him call out. Lin Xiu buried her head lower, her ears were all red, and even her neck was a little red, almost turning herself into a bird. ostrich.

"Forget it..." Wang Tingxuan just opened his mouth and wanted to say forget it, let's let Lin Xiu go this time, there will be a chance in the future, don't tease people too much.

"Brother Amao."

Almost at the same time, Lin Xiu also spoke. Although the voice was a little soft, Wang Tingxuan still heard it.

Wang Tingxuan heard the voice of brother Amao as he wished, but felt even more distressed for Lin Xiu, and he regretted saying this.

Lin Xiu was so obedient as hell.

Wang Tingxuan thought about his previous life, maybe he has always liked Lin Xiu, but he has always refused to admit it.Even the husbands who married later, none of them had a personality like him.

He didn't dare to admit that he liked Lin Xiu, fearing that he would regret it after the secret in his heart was revealed.

Wang Tingxuan's eyes turned red, and he hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

Wang Tingxuan kissed Lin Xiu again, "Go to sleep."

After breakfast the next day, Wang Tingxuan thought about what he said before to find a job, so he went out after dinner.

After wandering aimlessly in the street for quite a while, Wang Tingxuan couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, he had enjoyed the wealth and splendor for most of his life, how long has it been since he stopped worrying about his livelihood?

Wang Tingxuan came to the bookstore, walked in, saw the shopkeeper sitting behind the counter, and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you need someone to help copy books here?"

Shopkeeper Sun glanced at him and said, "Copied books range from 120 to [-] characters. If you write well, you will get more money, and if you write poorly, you will get less money. Also, the price of enlightenment books is relatively high." Some. What are you going to copy?"

Wang Tingxuan thought for a while, "I will first copy two copies of "San Zi Jing" and "Hundred Surnames", and send them to you tomorrow."

The enlightenment book has few words and can be copied in a while, but the paper is a little expensive, and four copies can earn one or two hundred yuan.

However, this amount of money was far from enough. He had to save money to make clothes for Lin Xiu, and he had to prepare for the travel expenses for the exam.

After buying paper and pens, Wang Tingxuan put them in his arms, walked around the street a few times, and bought some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and half a piece of pork liver with 35 copper coins.

Although life needs to be carefully planned, Lin Xiu's body must also be taken care of, after all... nothing is as important as Lin Xiu.

Wang Tingxuan returned home before noon, and handed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and half a piece of pork liver to Lin Xiu.

"I bought the sweet-scented osmanthus cake for you, and I usually eat it as a snack. The pork liver will be cut up later, so that I can nourish your body."

Lin Xiu stood there in amazement, "Master, you don't need to buy these, I don't like to eat them, and it's too wasteful. Young master, save the books and don't buy any more."

Young master... you are too bad at living, how can you spend such money.

Wang Tingxuan sighed, "This sweet-scented osmanthus cake is very famous. Many ladies from rich families buy their dim sum. I waited in line for a long time to get there. I found a book copying job, don't you Worry. Come, try it and see if it tastes good."

As he spoke, Wang Tingxuan opened the cloth wrapping the dessert, took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and put it in front of Lin Xiu.

Lin Xiu took it and opened her mouth to take a small bite. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake melted in the mouth. Immediately, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus filled her mouth. Lin Xiu's eyes lit up. It was really delicious!

"Master, too." Lin Xiu looked at Wang Tingxuan, and held the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of him.

Lin Xiu's eyes were shining, her mouth moved slightly, her hair was simply combed with a wooden hairpin, revealing her fair and slender neck.

Wang Tingxuan's throat moved, and his eyes dimmed.

I really want to...press him on the bed and watch him cry on the bed.

"Master?" Lin Xiu was a little scared, why did the young master suddenly look at him with a terrifying look just now?

This brought back some bad memories for him.

Wang Tingxuan came back to his senses, and cursed himself for his dirty thoughts, only the second day after he came back, his mind was full of bed matters, after all, a person who has lived his whole life, why can't he hold it at every turn?

"It's okay, you can eat more." Wang Tingxuan took a bite of Lin Xiu's hand, patted his hand, and put the bought paper away.

In the afternoon, Wang Tingxuan was copying books at the table, and when Lin Xiu was done, he came and sat beside him to do embroidery work.

When Wang Tingxuan turned around and saw Lin Xiu, his eyebrows stretched unconsciously, he smiled slightly, and then turned around to continue copying the book.

After reading the book at night, Wang Tingxuan held Lin Xiu in his arms again, kissed her for a while, and slept in his arms.

In this life, he will definitely let Lin Xiu live a good life.

The author has something to say:

The poetry meeting didn't know how to write it, so I just skipped it.