The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

The cuckoos were singing outside the window, Zhu Jiuci woke up slowly, reached out to touch his side, the couch was empty again.

Zhu Jiuci: "?"

What's wrong with Liang Zhaoge sneaking here in the middle of the night and leaving early during the day?

After the heavy rain that day, Liang Zhaoge ran to his East Court every night, but he never lived in the West Court for a day.

Zhu Jiuci sent many servants and maids to Xiyuan, and even asked Anian to move a few bird nests there, but Liang Zhaoge's phobia didn't seem to ease at all, and countless new reasons crept into his cave every day. bed.

Zhu Jiuci also gradually got used to Liang Zhaoge's timidity, and besides, he was the one who sent people into the mansion, and besides, the two seemed to be close by skin, so they must be responsible to him, right?

However, it is indeed a bit strange to sleep on the couch at night and leave early during the day.

Zhu Jiuci stretched his waist and put on his clothes, walked slowly to the tea table, took a sip of tea and suddenly realized, "Could it be that he is afraid that I will laugh at him for being timid?"

There was a faint noise in the courtyard, Zhu Jiuci looked over, but unfortunately the windows were closed and he couldn't see the outside scene.

Zhu Jiuci decided to go out and have a good talk with Liang Zhaoge, firstly don't be afraid of those gods and ghosts in the mansion, and secondly don't worry that he will laugh at him.

Zhu Jiuci is an upright little sun, how could he laugh at others because of his timidity?

Zhu Jiuci pushed open the door, and a cold light came towards him, he quickly lowered his head with the instinct of escape, took a closer look, Qu Jinghong swiftly withdrew his sword, and cupped his hands at him: "Little Lord."

Zhu Jiuci stroked his chest: "Don't dare, you came to murder this early in the morning?"

"No!" Qu Jinghong panicked, his fair cheeks were flushed, he wanted to go forward to explain anxiously but stopped in his tracks.

"Just kidding, take everything seriously." Zhu Jiuci turned around and entered the room, poured out two cups of tea, and handed them to Qu Jinghong.

"Why did you come to practice swords in my yard so early in the morning?"

Qu Jinghong held down the hilt of the sword and took the teacup with both hands, "There has been no breakthrough in swordsmanship, and my mood is not stable. I want to ask the Duke for advice."

Zhu Jiu resigned clearly: "So General Zhu let you come to my small courtyard to practice swords."

In order to make him interested in swords, the Duke really did everything he could.

"It's okay, you let go of the practice." Zhu Jiuci took the teacup from his hand, walked to the small booth in the distance and sat down.

After watching for a while, Zhu Jiuci couldn't help but praise: "Little General Qu is really good at swordsmanship."

The blush on Qu Jinghong's face had just dissipated and turned red in an instant. He said guiltily: "I just surprised the young man. I'm really sorry... I can't care about it when I practice swords. Living things want to be chopped."

Zhu Jiuci: "..."

"From this point of view, General Qu's stay in the school grounds all year round is really for the safety of the people in Beijing."

With the long sword sheathed, Qu Jinghong walked to the small pavilion and stopped five steps away from Zhu Jiuci, "It's really dangerous...I'll try my best to change it."

Zhu Jiuci waved his hand, "If you don't change, you are the pillar of the country."

Qu Jinghong closed his jaw slightly, his high ponytail wrapped around a red ribbon swung to the front, he raised the hilt of his sword and moved it to the back.

The cheeks are pink and rosy, the jawline is soft and graceful, the tip of the nose is exquisite and small, the lips are red and the teeth are white.

Zhu Jiuci put down the cup, rubbed his fingertips on the rim of the cup carefully, thinking how such a noodle guy can mediate with those people in Beijing, and he doesn't know if the matter can be done.

It has been five days, so there should be some progress.

Zhu Jiuci waved at Qu Jinghong, "Little General Qu comes into the pavilion, and I will talk to you in detail."

Qu Jinghong didn't move.

"That day, Jiang Chengzi..." No, it's still inappropriate to say it with a scratch.Zhu Jiuci stood up, and Qu Jinghong took a few steps back immediately.

Zhu Jiuci: "?"

Qu Jinghong held the sword in both hands and lowered his head: "Young master, you... your clothes..." His little face was red, even the tips of his ears were red.

Zhu Jiuci lowered his head in doubt, his clothes were half open, and the buttons were loose and almost fully opened.

Zhu Jiuci: "..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhu Jiuci hurriedly covered his neckline, blaming Ah Nian for being lazy again, and there was no grooming person this morning.

The layers of ancient costumes are so complicated that he still hasn't figured it out even after wearing them for so many days.Because there is always someone who waits and grooms in the morning, and he has never specially learned it. He just treats himself as a puppet and is dressed layer by layer. This morning, he put on a piece of clothing at random, and simply buttoned two buttons. I didn't expect it to be so sloppy.

Just in time, Ah Nian yawned and carried a big ball of rope into the yard, and was surprised to see Zhu Jiuci, "Young master, you woke up so early today!"

He pedaled forward and pushed the man towards the house.

"Little General Qu, wait a moment, the young man will come after a while to wash up."

After Zhu Jiuci simply freshened up and had breakfast, he saw Liang Zhaoge sitting in the kiosk carrying a guqin, and Qu Jinghong was dancing with a sword under a tree in the distance. The two did not interfere with each other, each forming a world.

Seeing that Qu Jinghong was excited in practice, and Liang Zhaoge was present again, Zhu Jiuci gave up the idea of ​​asking Qu Jinghong about it, walked slowly to the pavilion, and sat down beside Liang Zhaoge.

Liang Zhaoge raised his hand and brushed the strands of hair stained on Zhu Jiuci's face behind his ears, "It's the third day of practicing the piano, can you remember the fingering?"

Zhu Jiuci nodded obediently.

"Eight ways of the right hand." Liang Zhaoge said.

Zhu Jiuci glanced at him, why is there an exam just after class!

He imitated the movement of the students in the school shaking their heads and reciting Confucianism, and shook their heads and said: "Hey, pick up the corpse, Boding..."

Heads were knocked out.

Zhu Jiuci covered his head, "Zhaoge!"

Liang Zhaoge glanced at him, Zhu Jiuci faltered instantly, "Mr. Qin."

"Xiqin is not a child's play. Guqin hides ancient rhymes, and ancient rhymes contain God's will. Sit upright and do not profane."

Zhu Jiuci restrained his expression and became serious, placing his right hand on the forehead of the piano and his left hand on the strings.

Ass gets slapped.

"Zhaoge!" Zhu Jiuci jumped to his feet.

Liang Zhaoge closed his hands without changing his face, and folded his hands on his knees. Cloud sleeves covered half of his palms, exposing his red fingertips.

"Sit in a chair for three minutes."

Zhu Jiuci sat down with a dejected face, carefully only sitting in the front third of the stone chair.

Liang Zhaoge nodded.As the breeze blew into the small pavilion, the black hair on Liang Zhaoge's shoulders moved slightly. He frowned, raised his sleeve slightly to cover his lips, and quickly put it down again.

Zhu Jiuci stared at the surface of the piano obediently, not noticing his abnormality.

Zhu Jiuci is really used to being crazy on weekdays. He can go to restaurants, gambling houses, teahouses and theaters several times a day.Apart from writing, there is no one who can sit down quietly for a while.

At the beginning of practicing the piano, it was too boring, Zhu Jiuci soon started to wander, Qu Jinghong was dancing under the big tree with a sword in the corner of his vision, his feet turned, and his posture was flexible.

Zhu Jiuci was envious of him being able to run happily, but he could only sit obediently in front of the stone table, unable to move his feet by three points, and his buttocks could not fill the chair, he was almost like a stone.

Clap.

"Wow! Why is Mr. Qin still beating people!"

"You've lost your mind."

"pain!"

Liang Zhaoge glanced at the back of his hand, it was fair and clear, without any redness, he just touched it lightly.

Liang Zhaoge got up and sat opposite the stone table to block Zhu Jiuci's sight, "Let's practice."

Zhu Jiuci withdrew his eyes in resentment, said fingering in his mouth, and played the string with his right hand.

His mind was indeed a little wandering, he hadn't asked Qu Jinghong what he had entrusted to him, and he was afraid that he would withdraw his sword and leave.

Liang Zhaoge's new seat was at the lower air vent of the pavilion. He frowned slightly holding back something, and finally coughed softly after picking up his voice. The coughing sound quickly subsided and was almost unnoticeable.

Zhu Jiuci pricked up his ears alertly, raised his head with a smile and said, "Is Mr. Qin thirsty? I'll go get you some tea!"

"Young master is thirsty?"

"Yep!"

Liang Zhaoge got up with a flick of his sleeves, "Little Grandpa will practice first, Zhaoge will pour tea."

Zhu Jiuci stretched his neck to see Liang Zhaoge stepping into the door, and immediately got out of the small pavilion and ran towards the big tree.

"Little General!" Zhu Jiuci Mao whispered to Qu Jinghong from behind the big tree.

Qu Jinghong withdrew his sword and took two steps forward, "Young master?"

"Hush! Little General, is the matter that Jiang Chengzi told you that day settled?"

Qu Jinghong nodded, with thin sweat on the tip of his nose.

"I handed it over to Ah Nian this morning. I might break the sword while practicing here, so I had to hand it over to him in advance without telling others."

"That's good! Thank you very much, little general!" Zhu Jiuci hugged the tree trunk in a daze, "But this little Ah Nian is really lazy, and he hasn't given me..."

"Young master is really lazy."

With a clear voice behind him, Zhu Jiuci turned his head in panic, and someone grabbed him by the collar.

"Mr. Qin..."

"You made the little general laugh." Liang Zhaoge grabbed the collar and pulled the man off the tree trunk, leaned over and carried him away.

Qu Jinghong: "..."

Sitting in front of the guqin again, Zhu Jiuci felt a little headache.If you sit quietly like this again, you will really ascend to heaven in place.Zhu Jiuci decided to poke Liang Zhaoge's weakness. All in all, he couldn't sit still and wait for death.

"Why didn't you see Zhaoge this morning?" Humph, if you hit me on the back again, you will make your timidity known to the public today.

The brown eyes flickered, and the curly eyelashes drooped down, hiding his expression, "Young master, don't you understand?"

Zhu Jiuci tried his best to hold back his smirk, and deliberately showed a puzzled expression, "I don't understand." Humph, say it out, because Zhaoge is afraid of being called timid!

Liang Zhaoge lowered his eyes, his pale cheeks turned red unexpectedly, "Mr. Qin can't stay in the east courtyard."

One sentence blocked all Zhu Jiuci's words.

It was only then that Zhu Jiuci realized that Liang Zhaoge was Mr. Qin hired by him in the name of the Duke's mansion. The two of them were called masters and apprentices.If you stay in the east courtyard, wouldn't it be...

Zhu Jiuci immediately blushed.

"Yes, yes," Zhu Jiuci stammered, "but isn't Mr. Qin afraid? It's not a problem to stay in Dongyuan. There are many side rooms, so I'll just report to the mansion."

Liang Zhaoge stretched out his hand to pinch Zhu Jiuci's black hair, and wrapped it around his fingertips, "Ke Zhaoge lives in the main room."

Zhu Jiuci's face turned red again.

"This, this, Zhaoge is afraid of strangers, and it is understandable. I am in the main position and should take care of one or two." Zhu Jiuci was confused, and hurriedly explained the behavior of the two.

"Also! You and I are walking upright and sitting upright, why, why cover up! Zhao Ge, you left early in the morning, but it was like, like stealing..."

"Steal what?" The Duke's wife came over with tea, patted Zhu Jiuci's head and sat down beside him.

"Steal... the chicken is worth the money!"

Mrs. Duchess: "?"

Zhu Jiuci slapped the paws on the end of his hair, squinted his eyes and said to Mrs. Guo, "Mr. Qin taught me not to be lazy and not to take shortcuts, otherwise you will not be able to steal money in the future, and you will get nothing if you spend time in vain." .”

Mrs. Guo looked suspiciously at Liang Zhaoge, who nodded with a smile.

"Very good, very good. In just three days, my good boy has learned the distinction of being lazy. Mr. Qin is worthy of being everyone."

Zhu Jiuci: "..."

The author has something to say: Forgive me for the title party once

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