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

Zhu Jiuci's hand holding the writing brush trembled slightly. He raised his head slowly, and saw under the curtain, the man pushed aside the white gauze with his fingertips, revealing a gap. Liang Zhaoge looked at him with a smile through the gap.

Zhu Jiucijuan did not expect to meet Liang Zhaoge on the streets of the capital. He thought that people from Red Square would never be able to come out for life unless they got back their deeds of sale.

"you......"

Liang Zhaoge suddenly leaned over and approached, "He sneaked out, come and see the young man."

For some reason, Zhu Jiuci's heart beat suddenly, and his face turned red.

Liang Zhaoge fiddled with the brush on the pen mountain through the curtain fence, "Young master, don't you still want to write?"

"Write, I'll write." Zhu Jiuci picked up the pen in a panic, and was about to write it when he saw that the drop of thick ink in the center of the rice paper had completely faded away, staining most of the rice paper.With embarrassment on Zhu Jiuci's face, he removed the top layer of rice paper, but the lower layer of paper was also soaked in ink.

During the day, he was very busy receiving manuscripts, and the queue had to be lined up at the corner of the street. For convenience, he wrote directly on the whole stack of rice paper, writing one piece and giving one away, and throwing away a piece of paper.

Now that he has tasted the consequences of his own laziness, Zhu Jiuci took another piece of rice paper, but it was still stained with ink. He took down five or six pieces of rice paper in a row before he could barely see the white pages.But if you look closely, there is still a little ink mark in the center.

Zhu Jiuci wanted to pick it up again, but Liang Zhaoge suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the stack of rice paper, "Just write on this piece of rice paper, my little father-in-law."

Zhu Jiuci looked at the faint ink marks in the center of the rice paper, put down the big white cloud in his hand, and went to get the little wolf hair, ready to write lower script.

After changing the writing brush, Zhu Jiuci still hasn't finished writing.How to write the two names?He suddenly remembered, wanting to write his name on both sides of the ink blot, so that the ink blot would separate the names of the two of them, far apart.

With a plan in mind, Zhu Jiuci was about to write, and the moment before the tip of the pen touched the rice paper, Liang Zhaoge said, "Write it together."

The tip of the pen turned, and the names of the two fell on the ink.

Light and shallow ink marks slightly stained the pure black names of the two people. For the writing booth, this piece is indeed useless. .

Zhu Jiuci subconsciously wanted to throw away and rewrite, but the rice paper in front of him was suddenly taken away by Liang Zhaoge.

"Thank you, little lord, Zhaoge accepted it."

When Zhu Jiuci came back to his senses, Liang Zhaoge had already gone away, and there was a piece of chalcedony on the table.

After that day, Liang Zhaoge never came to him again, and when Zhu Jiuci woke up, it was already seven days later.Zhu Jiuci didn't show courteousness for seven whole days. Isn't this just walking on the old road of the little prince in the original book?

Zhu Jiuci's heart is not good, and the sugar-coated cannonballs still have to be provided continuously.But Zhu Jiuci has never been in a relationship, and he doesn't know how to please a beautiful woman.Probably, the saying of drinking more hot water cannot be said.

Zhu Jiuci tried to send pastries from Guiyuanlou to Hongfang a few times, and sent many gold, silver and jadeite treasures there, but Liang Zhaoge's side seemed to have disappeared, and there was no sound at all.

When I was having dinner with the Duke and Mrs. Guo in the evening at the mansion, Zhu Jiuci was still struggling with the matter of giving Liang Zhaoge candy. He was so sad that he was depressed. When the Mrs. Guo saw it, he asked casually, is there any? Sweetheart?

Zhu Jiuci shook his hands in fright, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake fell to the ground.

The old man glanced over, Zhu Jiuci was so frightened that he bent over to pick up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and wiped off the dust pitifully.The old man glared at him, put down his chopsticks, snatched the dirty osmanthus cake from Zhu Jiuci's hand, put it in his mouth, and scolded him with a new piece.

The next day, Zhu Jiuci went to ask his gang of cronies again, but unfortunately he didn't get any substantive opinions.Fatty Mo is a complete bookworm with no experience. He recited more than 20 Fengyue poems for Zhu Jiuci, and told three or five allusions. It can be said that he did not help him at all.Opening the mouth is even more unreliable, chasing Zhu Jiuci to ask Liang Zhaoge's birthday horoscope.

Zhu Jiuci, who was unreliable by friends, went to the wine shop and gambling shop to learn a few Fengyue dialects, went to Liang Zhaoge with a blushing face, insisted on hugging him and did not let go, and said those words word by word, Liang Zhaoge She just looked down at him without saying a word.

After failing to make the syrup, Zhu Jiuci went back to his small stall to write poems in despair, and finally opened his mouth to point out the truth, "What you have done is icing on the cake. What you really need is to send charcoal in the snow."

The opportunity to send charcoal in the snow is hard to wait. Now that the world is prosperous and peaceful, and the law and order in Beijing is good. Except for the bully of the little father-in-law, there are usually no bullies who haunt Red Square.

Zhu Jiuci, who was distracted by this matter, was caught by his father when he was out of the stall one morning. The Duke of the country took him back to the Duke's mansion, threw down ten big knives, and threatened that if he didn't swing them a hundred times, he would kill him. Zhu Jiuci was thrown to the western suburbs to feed the wolves.

The old man must do what he says, and what he does must be fruitful. Of course, Zhu Jiuci dared not refuse to listen. He obediently practiced swords and swords in the mansion for two or three days, and he lost a lot of weight.The little father-in-law in the original book is the same as Zhu Jiuci except for his name, and other aspects such as hobbies, temperament and personality are completely different.But in the matter of practicing swords and writing, they are surprisingly consistent.I don't like swords, but I love to write and draw.

He himself has always been proud of Zhu Jiuci's pen and ink skills, but he was also extremely jealous by his own sister.He did not learn on his own, and he has been good at calligraphy since he was a child. No matter whether it is soft or hard, he can do it smoothly with the wrist raised, as if he has many years of skills in his body.It is also because of this skill that after his small coffers were emptied, the only way he could think of to make money was to write poems and set up a stall.

The opportunity to send charcoal in the snow came on the first day of March.According to gossip, a major event happened in Hongfang.

Immediately, Zhu Jiuci rushed over with a group of servants and a hundred attendants. He put on a full posture and made a lot of noise. He only pretended to be a guy and occupied half of the street.But when Zhu Jiuci arrived sweating, it was just a rat.

"Rat?" Zhu Jiuci asked in disbelief when he was blocked in front of the gate of Red Square.

"Yes, young master!" Liu Niang and the girls behind them covered their faces with scarves and held sticks in their hands, as if they were facing an enemy. People who didn't know thought that rat was some kind of monster.

"Forget it, you catch it. I'll go upstairs to see Zhao Ge'er." Zhu Jiuci walked in, but was stopped by Liu Niang.

"Don't blame me, little man, the red house really can't receive you today. If the mouse is not caught, if it jumps up and offends your precious body, even if there are ten red houses, it won't be enough to pay for it."

Liu Niang's attitude was particularly tough, and Zhu Jiuci put on airs as a young father-in-law but couldn't get in.

After two rounds, Zhu Jiuci wept and left the attendants and left, planning to buy a few packs of rat poison and come back, maybe Liu Niang would let him in, but if it didn't work, he climbed the wall again.Today, no matter what, I have to meet Liang Zhaoge, otherwise the sugar-coated cannonballs will be useless.

Seeing Zhu Jiuci leave, Liu Niang turned her head to the figure in the gate and said, "The person has been driven away, are you satisfied?"

The person inside the door didn't make a sound, turned around, and stepped up the steps to go upstairs.

Liu Niang glanced at the door, then grabbed the veil with her left hand to fan the wind, "It's a big deal, I'm so worried that I won't let people in. Don't all the hundred girls here stay in the Red Square?"

Liu Niang didn't finish rolling her eyes when she saw a hill made of cowhide parcels in front of her.

"God, what the hell?"

Zhu Jiuci emerged from the back of the hill, patted the ashes on his hands, and said with a smile: "The rat poison collected from seven streets and eight squares, no matter how sacred the rats here are, they will surely be stunned by the poison. "

Liu Niang frowned, subconsciously blocked the door, and said after a long while, "Young Lord's kindness is accepted, I'll let someone sprinkle the rat poison in. But—" Liu Niang snorted, "The medicine is three-point poisonous, and it's not good for the body. The young man is expensive, so please go back."

Zhu Jiuci was not reconciled, and spent a long time with Liu Niang, but in the end he couldn't get into the Red Square. He brings any convenience in walking.

Seeing that his courtship failed, Zhu Jiuci decided to try harder and climb the wall as soon as he climbed the wall.Zhu Jiuci turned to hide in the alley opposite the Red Square, planning to climb the wall after the people at the main entrance of the Red Square dispersed.

As the sun went down, the busy people finally dispersed.The setting sun in spring is the most gentle, lightly shining down, casting a layer of light gold on the empty streets.

Zhu Jiuci leaned against the brick wall at the entrance of the alley, boredly looking towards the second floor of the Linglong Red Square. Outside the carved wooden window he was familiar with, there was a black-faced silver-patterned oil-paper umbrella.