Pig feet are not human series

, but you really don't consider serving in my Hades Palace, it's much better than your withering end on the Naihe Bridge. "Yan Wang raised his pipe and took a puff.

Ziming shook his head, "No, I just wait for him for the rest of his life."

"lifetime?"

"Don't ask for the next life, just fight for the present." Zi Ming looked at Hades, who puffed out a puff of smoke, and the pale tobacco wandered around him, blocking his porcelain-white face, but there was a feeling of emptiness, as if it would disappear at any time , then unreal.

"My palace of the king of hell is short of a scholar who can read and write. His pen draws smoke and outlines life and death." Lord Yan's handsome face remained unchanged, and he looked into the distance with deep eyes. , will you come back and be a judge for me?"

"Judge?" Ziming thought for a moment and said, "If the King of Hades can really keep his word, let me do it all over again, and make up my mind that I will not disgrace the mission, and I will work for the King of Hades with peace of mind from now on."

"really?"

"a man of his words."

"Okay." Yan Wang smiled lightly and said nothing, he moved slowly, took a puff of his pipe, and suddenly turned his head to look at Ziming.

Yama's appearance was extremely beautiful, and he was three points more beautiful than the Bian Hua, Zi Ming only felt his heart skip a beat.

Before he could react, a puff of white smoke mingled with a hint of floral fragrance, leaving only one thought in Ziming's mind. It turned out that the pipe was not filled with opium, but flower rolls.

boom!He fell down.

When he woke up again, it was pitch black. He sat up from the bed, and suddenly found that the surrounding scenery was not right. This room was where he lived when he was teaching at the Li family three years ago.

He really went back to the past and started all over again.

At that time, he was still the teacher of the Li family, and he was the teacher for the youngest son of the Li family. Unfortunately, Li Lin had been pampered for a long time, and he was full of domineering air. What he looked down upon most was his son from a poor family. He deftly resolved it, and as time passed, the playboy also looked at him differently.

There is even a bit of dependence, Li's father is an official in the court, and Li's mother is a businessman in the wild, they never return day and night, the young master is lonely and afraid, and will get into his bed in the middle of the night and sleep with him.

It's just that the sleeping figure didn't agree, he kicked the quilt and kicked his face, he lost his human form after a while, his legs were spread wide, and he slept very sweetly.

Ziming touched the side of the bed, it stands to reason that the young master must have squeezed into his bed at this time, but now he is nowhere to be seen.

He was puzzled, so he got out of bed barefoot, without shoes and socks, and was about to go out, but suddenly found that the touch of his feet was not right, and he was startled without saying much.

When he came back to his senses, his heart felt warm again, the touch was soft, clearly it was the young master who was not weaned.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he fumbled to hug the young master to the bed, then went to the table to light a candle, the candle light was dim, but it was enough for him to see the young master's face clearly.

For some reason, the young master had been cold since he was a child, and he had to dream at night, in which all kinds of grievances entangled him, scaring him out of his wits.

But since sleeping with Ziming, I feel much better, and I don't have any weird dreams anymore.

The young master turned over and hugged the quilt tightly, kicking him in the process, really dumbfounded.

Ziming shook his head, went to bed after him, and grabbed the quilt by the way.

The next morning, he got up early, washed up, and left the young master lying on the bed alone to sleep late.

Soon there will be the imperial examination. He came to the capital to take part in the imperial examination. By the way, he will make friends with some wanderers in the same industry. Everyone can communicate and communicate together, which is also very beneficial in terms of knowledge.

The family was poor, and his mother was worried that he would be late, so she prepared his luggage early and urged him to leave quickly.Unexpectedly, three months early, he lost his copper coins and was penniless, so he became a teacher for Li Lin.

Simply put, the treatment in Li's residence is good, food and housing are in charge, except for a little loss at the beginning, it is smooth sailing afterwards.

Ziming hurried out with an unfinished book. He was going to participate in this year's poetry conference held by fellow wanderers to meet friends through literature.

The poetry conference was held in Zuixian Tower, and it was reserved by a young gentleman. This young gentleman is very famous, not only in terms of talent, but more importantly, he does not despise poor families.

That's why Ziming didn't want to be late. He is not the young master of a rich family, nor does he have the airs of a literati, and he has read a lot of poetry and books, so he is quite popular among the crowd.

When he arrived, there were not many people, only a few, a pair had already been placed in the middle of the Drunken Immortal Tower, and a few people gathered there to ponder.

"It's hard, it's hard, it's absolutely true."

"Isn't it? The pronunciation of this sentence is the same when you read it upright and backwards. It's hard!"

Ziming cast his eyes on the couplet in the middle, only to see that the first couplet said, "Draw the lotus and the monk's painting." '

"It is rumored that this couplet was invited by Mr. Li Zhengyuan from a mountain temple in eastern Sichuan. The elders of the temple said that Tang Bohu accidentally left this couplet. People must be today's wizards!' Unfortunately, so far no one can be right."

"Even Mr. Li Zhengyuan can't be right?"

"Isn't it? This is the eternal absolute."

The more they chatted, the more vigorous they became, and they had already told the cause and effect of the time. Ziming also understood the couplets on the painting, but unfortunately he was at a loss.

There were more and more people, and everyone noticed the couplet in the middle for the first time, and they all gathered together to try it out.

Ziming sat in the corner, thinking about it secretly.

In the Li Mansion, the young master Li Lin who just woke up yawned and urged the servant girl who was accompanying him, "Hurry up."

He seemed to think of something, "By the way, where is Cui Yu?"

He has always called Ziming by his first name, Cui Yu, whose name is Ziming.

"Young Master Cui seems to have gone to the poetry conference held by Li Zhengyuan, and he said he will make friends with literature." The servant next to him immediately leaned over to straighten the folds on his sleeves.

"What kind of poetry conference, these literati really know how to play." Young Master Li didn't take it seriously. He tidied up his appearance and was about to go out for a meal. Fu Shusheng must have never seen such a treasure before."

The servant hesitated for a moment, "Master, this is not good, what if the master..."

"Go as soon as I tell you, why are you talking so much?" Young Master Li kicked him, and Shi Ying, the dog-legged servant, ran out scrambling, and when he came to the door, he looked back at Li Lin, his face full of embarrassment.

"The young master of the Li family was furious, and threw his shoes at him after he took off his shoes, scaring Shishi into running away.

"Come back." Not long after he left, the young master of the Li family called him back again, "Get the shoes back for me."

The young master jumped up and down on the stool, looking like an old man.

Quartz ran back carefully, picked up the shoes and slowly put them back on for him, and followed his instructions to get the map of mountains and rivers of autumn water.

After the painting was brought, the young master opened it for a look, Shi Shi hurriedly squeezed over to join in the fun, "Master, did you see anything?"

The young master was half-baked, and he didn't know nine out of ten characters next to the painting, which was not as good as quartz. He became angry from embarrassment, "Go and carry a bag of rice, go around the entire Lin Mansion and come back."

"Ah!" Quartz was shocked, but he was forced to do so because of his deterrence.

As soon as he left, the young master closed the painting with a gloomy expression on his face, "You're such a slave, you can't open any pot and carry it."

He took the scroll away, stuffed it under his arm, and stopped eating, thinking only of showing off his literary talent to those sour scholars.

Those sour scholars looked down on him as an uneducated person because of their literary talents, and Li Lin was also uncomfortable with them.

He didn't wait for the quartz, he rolled the painting and left, bought a pastry on the side of the road, and threw it away before he finished eating.

Passers-by saw him and quickly backed away, fearing that he would bully men and women, but who knew that Young Master Li had very high eyesight, how could such a vulgar fan catch his eyes.

When he came to Zuixian Tower, the poetry conference of Zuixian Tower had already started. Many wanderers gathered here, and the topic of discussion was naturally the couplet written by Tang Bohu.

"Paint the painting of the lotus flower monk?" The young master of the Li family also noticed this couplet first, "Isn't this quite simple?"

As soon as he appeared, he caused a sensation. Everyone who didn't know Young Master Lin, the head of the four young masters in the capital, said that he did all kinds of evil, was arrogant and domineering, and bullied men and women. In short, he was not a good person.

"You will come." Everyone gathered together to discuss for a long time but they still couldn't figure out why, because of his idle young master Li.

"Mr. Li, don't talk nonsense. This couplet contains deep meaning. I ask Mr. Li to see it clearly before saying such things." Some people didn't want Li Lin to insult this couplet.

"What's so difficult?" Li Lin shook his head, and was about to say a few words, when Cui Yu quickly covered his mouth from the crowd and dragged him away.

Li Lin struggled a bit at first, but when he found out it was him, he calmed down in his arms and let him drag him away.

Ziming smiled awkwardly, "Don't listen to his nonsense, you go on, go on..."

After dragging him to a corner, Ziming pressed himself on top of him, "Li Lin, what are you trying to do? This is not a place for you to mess around."

Li Lin realized the intimate posture of the two, and blushed a little, "I'm not messing around, I'm here to help you cheer, besides, I can match such a broken couple."

Cui Yu stared at him for a while, then suddenly sighed, "Go back, don't mess around here, this is the place owned by Mr. Li Zhengyuan, he and your father are civil servants and military officials, and your father is not easy to offend. "

"Cut." Li Lin dismissively said, "It's just that coward who keeps talking about being a gentleman every day, and an embroidered pillow. I'm afraid of that idiot." He patted his chest and said boldly, "I, Li Lin, There are a hundred ways to beat him."

"Okay, okay, I get it." Cui Yu knew his temperament, and his heart