The Fascinating Beauty Gets Cannon Fodder Characters [Quick Transmigration]

After Bai Zang dried his hair and sat down on the chair in a decent manner, Duan Jin opened a page of the Thousand Characters at random and pointed out a few words for Bai Zang to read.

Hearing that Bai Zang read it out accurately, Duan Jin raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where did you learn it?" Based on Bai Zang's experience, he probably had no chance to read and write.

Bai Zang replied: "When I was a servant at Wang Yuanwai's place before, Yuanwai invited Mr. to enlighten his children. I happened to hear it a few times."

Duan Jin nodded, not caring whether it was a coincidence or not, took out a piece of rice paper and spread it on the table, and said, "Write those words and show me."

Baizang paused, reached for the brush on the inkstone, dipped it in ink and began to write.

Bai Zang's wrist is hanging, and the pen is held by the index finger, thumb and middle finger. It looks like that, but the point of force is wrong, and the position of holding the pen is too high.

The written characters are uneven, crooked and crooked, which are even uglier than those of Duan Jin's little cousin who has just learned calligraphy.

Bai Zang also knew that his handwriting was ugly.

There is a piece of paper under the book in his hand, which is a random note written by Duan Jin.The exposed corner just happens to say "Yingying Yishui", which is delicate and elegant, very chic.

Bai Zang looked at Duan Jin's handwriting, and then looked at the distorted "Ying" written by himself. The hand holding the pen unconsciously squeezed tighter and tighter, and his fingertips were pressed into white. His eyes were gloomy and gloomy.

The difference between him and the young master is bigger than this word. Even his parents don't know whose bastard it is, so why should he miss the young master?

He grew up in the mud, twisted and vicious, a monster grown in the dark.

Once he saw the light, he thought he could crawl out of the shadows, disguise himself, and stay by the young master's side for the rest of his life.

In the past few days, it really gave him this illusion, as if he stayed by the young master's side and made him happy, so he could really get closer to the young master.

But a monster is a monster, no matter how well disguised it is, it is still a monster.

Be it the young master's elder brother, that Lin Zhong, or the son Kang Ping who feeds the young master, even the young master's other personal servant has clean hands and lives under the sun.

And what about him?

He poisoned his adoptive mother from the age of six; he pushed the king's son into the water at the age of ten, and he is still a speechless fool until now;

And Wang Yuanwai's business was cut off by his competitors, and it was also his arrangement that he never recovered from the slump.

No one deserves to be by the young master's side more than him.

He has never done anything bad except kill anyone.And it's not that he doesn't dare to kill people, it's just that he feels better about letting those people suffer alive than dying.

No matter how well he pretended in front of the young master, he was still that twisted monster with hatred and darkness engraved in his bones.

He had never regretted doing this before, anyway, he was living in the dark, and he was already covered in mud.

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was not a single spot on his body that was clean, and there was no single spot on his body that was qualified to touch the clean and beautiful young master.

A monster that lives in the mud never deserves to touch the clouds in the sky.

But the thought of wanting him to leave Duan Jin just popped up, and it tortured him so much that his limbs and bones seemed to be cut with a sharp knife, screaming and leaving him behind, dragging him into the mud, and letting him be covered in blood. If you are full of the same silt as you, you are entitled to stay by his side forever.

Bai Zang suppressed the distorted thoughts in his heart, like boiled oil, calm on the surface, but violently rolling underneath, and even the ink dripping from the tip of the pen did not respond to the paper.

"Your hand is too high, come down a little bit." Duan Jin held Baizang's hand and pressed his hand down, "Also, instead of using the middle finger to touch the pen, it is the ring finger to touch the pen. Hold the middle finger like this on."

Duan Jin played with Baizang's fingers one by one, teaching him the correct pen-holding posture.

"Don't use too much strength to hold the pen, just hold it steady. You don't use your fingers to control the pen, but your wrist. You have to start practicing with large characters. Your hands, wrists, and arms can't touch the table. I will take you to write. You feel it."

Under the candlelight, Duan Jin's hands seemed to glow with a layer of fluorescence, the fingers were slightly cool, the pads were soft, and the fingers were slender and slender like onion segments. Compared with Baizang's big rough hands with distinct bones, Duan Jin's hands were as beautiful as jade carvings from.

Bai Zang's hand was held by Duan Jin, and his back was leaning against Duan Jin's thin chest. His breath was filled with the light fragrance of Duan Jin's body, and even the soft breath could be felt on the tips of his ears.

The heart trapped in the mud was suddenly pulled up, the beating sound was deafening, Baizang froze, not daring to move, and let Duan Jin hold his hand to write.

A running script character "Ying" falls on the paper.

Duan Jin looked at it dissatisfied, and said to himself: "Writing with others is not as good as writing in one go. Your hands are too stiff, and several places are not connected."

Seeing that Baizang's body was still stiff and motionless, his expression changed from cloudy to dazed, he took the book and patted Baizang's head hard.

Only then did Bai Zang regain his senses.

Duan Jin said: "From now on, I will come over to practice calligraphy every day after dinner. Alright, let's go here first, go down, practice ten horizontal lines after you go back, and bring them here for me to check tomorrow."

Baizang's eyes twitched, and the dark red color welled up in his eyes, "I... can I still come tomorrow?"

Duan Jin frowned, Baizang's mind wandered a lot today.He didn't like repeating a sentence twice, so he nodded perfunctorily and waved Bai Zang out.

Bai Zang returned to his room and woke up like a dream. In the dark room, his red eyes were full of excitement and anticipation.

The young master allowed him to continue to follow him, and even touched him on his own initiative.

If he can always pretend to be himself, without revealing half of his dark and distorted true face, will he be able to stay by Duan Jin's side forever?

Duan Jin can teach Bai Zang in reading, but he can't help him in martial arts and riding and shooting.

It is too unrealistic to specially ask Mr. Wu to come to the Duke's mansion to teach a young servant, so Duan Jin came up with the idea of ​​learning martial arts with the son of the country.

This afternoon was Dr. Zhang's class. Duan Jin stole a box of tea from his brother's room to give to Dr. Zhang. He successfully took the afternoon off and took Bai Zang to the martial arts field.

Xiao Xuan'ang and Duan Chen, who were teaching martial arts students, belonged to the same generation. They often came to the Duke's mansion during the New Years and holidays to make friends. When they saw Duan Jin coming, they greeted with a smile, "Hello, Young Master Duan."

Duan Jin exchanged a few words with him, and then said: "Coach Xiao, I recently got a new servant, and I want to ask you and other coaches to teach him some martial arts riding and shooting, so that he can also serve as a bodyguard."

Great Xia respected literature and restrained martial arts. The literary students of Guozixue must be the sons of officials and nobles, while the martial arts students were merchants and poor peasants. Anyone who came was not rejected. There were many students under each coach, so it would not take much trouble to teach one more.

Xiao Xuanang looked Baizang up and down, and praised: "Yes, the figure and physique are excellent." Then he asked Baizang to take a bow and take him to the shooting range.

Now that he had asked for leave, Duan Jin didn't want to go back to class. He asked someone to put a rocking chair under the tree next to the martial arts stage, and lay on it lazily, squinting his peach blossom eyes while basking in the sun while watching Bai Zang practice bow aiming.

Baizang is worthy of being the protagonist Gong, Xiao Xuanang only demonstrated once, and Baizang's posture of drawing the bow is standard and straight.

Duan Jin felt bored after watching it for a while, closed her eyes and dozed off leisurely.

The wind gently blows the black hair scattered on the chair. The early spring sun is white, and Duan Jin's hands are as white as jade from the face to the neck to the side of the body. shadow.

Maybe it's because of a good mood, the corners of her lips are slightly raised, and the delicate lips seem to be tempting to touch.

Lin Zhong originally just wanted to take a look and leave, but after taking a look, he couldn't move his eyes away.

He stood not far from the tree, his eyes fixed on Duan Jin.

She was looking forward to Duan Jin waking up and looking at him with peach blossom eyes with a smile on her face, but also afraid of Duan Jin's cold and disgusted eyes when she saw him.

He hasn't spoken to Duan Jin for a long time.

"It's blocking my light." The boy on the rocking chair said suddenly, without opening his eyes, his voice was calm, and he was just reminding the person standing next to him to change his position.

Hearing the young man's crisp and melodious voice, Lin Zhong's heart skipped a beat, numb and crisp, and hurriedly followed the young man to change his position.

Duan Jin originally thought that this dear friend would leave by himself after the meeting, but he didn't expect him to stand by the side all the time.

Although he didn't move or make a sound, Duan Jin couldn't ignore the overly hot gaze, which made him sleepy but couldn't fall asleep. He half-opened his eyes, but didn't see who it was, and complained: "Don't look at me." .”

The soft, waxy and sleepy voice seemed to be coquettish, and the half-drooped peach eyes seemed to contain spring water.

Lin Zhong's breathing was stagnant, and he couldn't move his eyes. His heart, which had been suffering for many days, was suddenly fed a candy. He didn't dare to chew or lick it, for fear that the candy would melt too quickly and disappear before it tasted enough sweetness. He disappeared, and left him in the dark and depressed.

But how long the candy Duan Jin can keep is never under the control of others.

After Duan Jin saw that Lin Zhong was standing beside the chair, her peach blossom eyes quickly cooled down, no different from looking at a stranger.

Bitterness appeared at the root of Lin Zhong's tongue, and his heart ached again, and the pain became more and more painful.

But it is such eyes that Lin Zhong cherishes especially.

——Duan Jin has not seen him for a long time.

Before Duan Jin could speak, Lin Zhong said in a low voice, "I was looking for Coach Xiao, and I didn't follow you."

Duan Jin gave Lin Zhong a strange look, how could it be possible to follow him, he has been lying here for less than half an hour.

Bai Zang is shooting with a bow under the guidance of Xiao Xuanang.As the protagonist Gong in this world, Bai Zang has to be said to be talented, but in half an hour, Bai Zang has grown from a rookie who has never touched a bow and arrow, to being able to hit the target with two or three arrows out of ten.

Bai Zang's arrow hit the third ring. Although it didn't hit the bull's-eye, it was still an excellent result for a person new to bows and arrows.

Xiao Xuanang has never seen such a talented person in so many years, even if he has military exploits at a young age, Bai Fei, the only second general in the Great Xia, does not have this talent.

"Good boy, that's really good. How about I go talk to Young Master Duan and ask him to let you go out of the house. You can learn from me for a year, and it won't be a problem to pass the martial arts exam."

Bai Zang pursed his lips, "Thank you, Teacher Xiao, but protecting the young master and being loyal to the young master is the purpose of my martial arts."

Xiao Xuanang nodded, and praised: "You are a loyal servant, practice hard, and it is your blessing to be by Young Master Duan's side."

Bai Zang was deeply convinced.

"I've been practicing for a while, let's go, I'll drink some water during the break. I'll also drop by to report the teaching progress to Young Master Duan."

Bai Zang followed Xiao Xuanang to the place where Duan Jin was resting, bypassing the stage, his mood of being faintly joyful quickly turned bad.

That Lin Zhong stuck to the young master again, and the young master changed his attitude of ignoring him before, and was actually talking to him.

Bai Zang's face turned cold, he passed Xiao Xuan'ang, strode up to Duan Jin, and said in a deep voice, "Young master..."

Duan Jin glanced at Bai Zang with a gloomy expression, and Xiao Xuanang who was behind him with a dazed expression, thinking that Bai Zang and Xiao Xuanang were having trouble, frowned and scolded: "Forgot the rules I taught you? Go and apologize to Coach Xiao. "

Seeing that Duan Jin's attention was all on him, and he didn't mention Lin Zhong next to him, and Lin Zhong was still in a daze, apparently not recovering from Duan Jin, Bai Zang felt relieved, turned around and respectfully greeted him. Xiao Xuanang cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, Coach Xiao."

Xiao Xuanang waved his hand and asked Bai to hide. He has always been tolerant of talented young people, "Small things, small things. Young master Duan, you are really talented, you can hit the target after only half an hour of practice. With this talent, I'm afraid I can become a first-class player in the future."

Duan Jin nodded.

"Are you short of guards? There are two guards in my house who retreated from the darts. One is very good at swordsmanship, and the other is very good at piercing Yang. I will send them to your house at night." Lin Zhong said softly beside him.

Before Duan Jin opened his mouth to refuse, Bai Zang snatched the words: "No need, I'm enough for the young master."

"Shut up." Duan Jin frowned, even if he and Lin Zhong were at odds, it was not his turn to help him make up his mind.

What's more, Xiao Xuanang was still on the sidelines, and the boy yelled at an official Guozixue lecturer, and Bai Zang's disrespect was due to his master's lax discipline.

Duan Jin looked at Bai Zang seriously, Tao Hua's eyes were full of dissatisfaction and coldness.

"Go to the housekeeper to receive the punishment, and then be confined in the room for three days. When will you learn the rules, and when will you return to me?"