The general's wife is sick

Sure enough, Ji Qingyun brought two books into the door, Ji Liu just got off Jia Caixia's face, and now he really doesn't want to talk about articles with his serious and studious elder brother.

Seeing his weak appearance, Ji Qingyun asked, "What's the matter, are you feeling unwell again?"

Ji Liu gave a consoling smile, "It's nothing, I'm a little tired in the morning, what's the big brother doing here?"

When Ji Qingyun returned home after school, he heard that his father had found some mothers-in-law for Ji Liu to teach him. Now that he saw him, he couldn't tell what Ji Liu was tormenting, but after a long time, they turned out to be some useless people who had disordered rules. Looking at her now Ji Liu looked exhausted, he stopped thinking about discussing the article, and his words turned around.

"Nothing, this is the book I read on weekdays. I thought you might like it, so I sent it here for you to read." Ji Qingyun decided to cut the long story short and let Ji Liu take a good rest. "I heard Zhan Peng talk about your poem, Liu My younger brother really has something in his stomach, and I have heard a lot about your poetry fight with Li Hua in the Heyuan in the past few days at the Shushu. Eldest brother only hopes that your body will be refreshed earlier, so that elder brother can see it face to face. "

Ji Qingyun and Ji Zhanpeng were in the same school but did not follow the same teacher. In the past few days, some classmates who had heard the news in the school always came to ask him about his twin brother. At first Ji Qingyun was a little confused. After Liu's poem, he was secretly startled, this kind of talent is a twin, Ji Liu is more than a pity, if it is a man, he may be able to enter the imperial examination and become an official.

"Brother was joking, then Li Hua's poems are really good."

"He has always used gorgeous words, but under the careful scrutiny, the artistic conception is lacking, and it is very empty." Ji Qingyun is not an idiot, on the contrary, he has his own unique insights into the article, and he can't follow others' words. At this moment, he pointed out the lines of Li Hua's poems disadvantages in.

Ji Liu couldn't deny it, "Modern verses and articles tend to be gorgeous. Although the rhetoric makes the article look extravagant at first glance, you can't bear to savor it carefully. Today's emperor is holy, the world is stable, and there are no large-scale wars." , the people can recuperate, and the economy has developed to this point, and the more words of praise are praised, it is normal for this kind of atmosphere to be popular."

Ji Qingyun smiled. It was the first time for him, who has always been steady, to be so happy in front of others. He liked this twin brother from the bottom of his heart, not only because of his unique appearance, but also because the two had the same view on the morals of the world, "Liu Brother is really Big Brother's bosom friend!"

"Brother Miao Zan, this is just my personal opinion, it's hard to be elegant."

At night, the wind is tight, the sky is cloudless, and the moon is shining brightly. The unmelted snow reflects the moonlight, and the surrounding area is bright.

Hearing the whistling wind outside, Ji Liuwo hugged the pillow on the bed and began to think carefully about his plan.

To marry, he is determined not to marry, no matter whether he is in Zhucheng or in the capital right now, he has never thought of marrying.It's one thing to obey my grandmother's words and be filial to her old man. It's really faster to kill him first if he gets married as a woman.

His purpose of coming to the capital this time is very clear. First, he wants to withdraw from his marriage, not only to withdraw from his marriage, but also to develop his career in the capital. He is a man, even if he is double, he can't stop his ambitions, let alone his stomach How can the advanced ideas of adding a pair of trousers be submerged in this backward ancient river? We must transform all these cultural crystallizations that have gone through thousands of years into advanced social productive forces, otherwise it will be a pity for him.

Moreover, he never sits and waits for death when things happen. Instead of waiting at home for the "very ill" Second Young Master Xiong to burp his own fart, it is better to take some action himself.

The charcoal fire outside the tent in front of the bed made a "cracking" sound, and the high-quality silver charcoal was also adulterated.

Ji Liu turned around, the mistress of the house was so narrow-minded, her method was nothing new, it was nothing more than cheating on the monthly rules, shoddy as good, and then finding something to torment him.It’s just that this method is far from the internal struggle in the deep house that the old lady said. To him, it doesn’t hurt or itch, and it can’t inspire any fighting spirit. He thought that the mistress who controls the entire Shangshu Mansion should be ruthless and scheming. People, but now I see him, but his strength is average.

Just like before drinking, you think that the glass is full of old wine, and you will feel ecstatic after taking a sip, but when you drink it in your stomach, you find that it is just a glass of warm water, which is neither cold nor hot, and you can’t help shouting A "boring".

There was a slight sound of stepping on the snow outside the window, and Ji Liu sat up from the bed. His hearing is different from that of ordinary people, and he can distinguish the subtle sounds of the surrounding environment since he was a child, so he was able to hear the people gathered outside the inn before the men. Voice.

He took out a cold dagger from under the pillow and silently held it in his heart. Just now, he thought that the mistress of the house was not cruel enough, so now he sent someone to slap him in the face?

The window was opened from the outside, and the couch that came from the outside to the inner room was on vigil. At this time, there was no movement and there was no familiar snoring sound, and he must have been knocked out, but even if he was not knocked out, according to his sleeping Such a small sound probably wouldn't wake him up, Ji Liu huddled at the end of the bed, holding a dagger and waiting for the villain.