Dressed as Sun Quan's favorite concubine

Late autumn is about to pass, and the night is thick.

Zijing carefully held the pipa, and Ziran held the bird lantern to illuminate the road. The two shrank themselves against the biting cold wind at night and walked along the way.

When approaching Sun Quan's residence, Zijing suddenly tripped over a broken rock and staggered a few times, but couldn't stand still for a while.

Zijing was afraid that Buyao's pipa would be broken, so she held it tightly in her arms, Ziran held the lamp in her right hand, and it was too late to help Zijing.

"Ouch."

In the end, Zijing stumbled and wailed, she ignored the pain on her body, and hurriedly asked Ziran to move the lamp closer to check the pipa carefully.Seeing that the pipa was safe, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Ziran stretched out her hand, trying to pull Zijing up from the ground.

Zijing turned her body to the side, as if she saw something in front of her, she hugged the pipa, waved her empty hand, and replied: "My good sister, let me get up slowly first."

Zi Ran tilted her head slightly, then turned around again, and said in a moderate voice: "Sister Zijing, get up quickly. Although it was Bu Ji who sent you and me there, the watchman has already beaten the watchman just now. , the management has been strict in the past few days, it is better to go back earlier at this hour."

Zijing saw that the people who were not far away were getting closer, but she still had no intention of getting up from the ground.

She rubbed her lower back and replied, "You're right. After Zigong's accident, the steward moved up the curfew again, but last night that Liu Ji talked with the servant for a long time outside. It's really strange." tight."

After all, Zijing finally bared her teeth, and got up from the ground with the help of Ziran in pain.While pulling her, Zi Ran replied: "We are servants, so it's better not to talk about the master."

The two didn't say any more, and walked quickly to the outside of Sun Quan's hall.

Sun Fu came towards him, followed by a boy with a lantern.

Zijing and Ziran bent their knees and called out to Sun Fu to call Steward Sun. Sun Fu's face remained expressionless, and after a slight nod, he turned around and glanced at the two people's backs.

"Liu Ji?"

Sun Fu turned around and muttered, recalling Liu's name.

The Liu family's name is Liu Ru, and when the Wu family takes concubines for Sun Quan, they will definitely send someone to investigate the details first.

Liu Ru's mother's family, although the family is small, is also a clean and scholarly family in Lujiang.Liu Ru is an outsider, her mother doesn't know why, she is not seen by her husband's family very much.

When Sun Ce was still there, he captured Lujiang, and some of the local aristocratic families moved to Wujun to avoid the war.

It's just that Liu Ru moved to Wu County with her mother last year.

The autumn wind was bitter, and the fine needle holes in the deep clothes penetrated into Sun Fu's clothes one by one, but his expression did not change in any way from the chill that had penetrated into his body.

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The pipa was handed over to the servant girl and sent to the palace.

Sun Quan kept his face gloomy all night, holding his forehead from time to time, but he was still sitting in front of the case, flipping through the bamboo slips.

Bu Yao knelt on the side of the desk, looking at Sun Quan's pale face from time to time through the bright candlelight.

Holding the ink stick with her slender fingers, she grinded it slowly on the inkstone again and again, the ink gradually trickled out, and Bu Yao put down the ink stick.

She was thinking about whether to persuade Sun Quan to take a rest, her eyes glanced at the bamboo slips spread out on the desk from time to time.

Fortunately, the characters on it are Han Li, and she can still recognize some of them. It seems to be written to pay tribute to Emperor Xian of Han.

Sun Quan put down another scroll of bamboo slips in his hand, and then pinched his inner canthus with his hands, his face tired.

Bu Yao looked again at the scroll of bamboo slips that Sun Quan put down, and frowned when he saw the content written on it.

After the autumn in Jiangdong, it always rained, which not only affected the autumn harvest, but also caused floods, and the river embankment was washed away.

The content of the bamboo slips is about the poor harvest.

Sun Quan's hereditary Marquis position was awarded by the imperial court. Although the current Han Dynasty is in decline, the annual tribute that should be paid is still received.

Today Sun Quan was supposed to lie on the couch and take a good rest, but he not only went out for half a day, but also read the official documents for an hour after he came back.

He is now in a weak body, and the meal tonight does not suit his appetite, and he eats little.Even Bu Yao felt that the dishes Sun Fu brought over were vegetarian, but fortunately there were a few sporadic shredded pork in a mixed dish.

Sun Quan only picked out the shredded meat and ate it into his belly.

Sun Fu wanted to persuade him, but just after he spoke a few words, Sun Quan rolled his eyes, which made Sun Fu very wronged, and had to investigate the murderer after he retreated.

Supper is useless, the workload is still heavy, and I don't know how Sun Quan survived this day.

Bu Yao felt a little sympathetic to Sun Quan, but she didn't realize that her gaze was always on Sun Quan's face.

In the whole of Jiangdong, he can't fall if anyone falls, and the burden is on him alone.

Sun Quan had already opened his eyes, and was looking at her amusedly, when Bu Yao came back to his senses, and lowered his head.

"Can you write?" Sun Quan asked.

His voice was a little weak, and it sounded like he was deliberately gentle.

Words are something that can be written, but the written ones must be extremely ugly.

Bu Yao didn't study hard in his previous life, and he was not good at hard pen calligraphy, let alone soft pen calligraphy?

I have been practicing pipa for the past few months, and it was really a mistake.

Bu Yao shook her head and replied, "I can't do it myself."

Immediately, the corners of Sun Quan's mouth were slightly raised, and his sickly face could hardly hide his uneasy expression: "You won't know if Gu guesses."

Who won't?It's just badly written.

Then explain that she knows she can't, and ask why she laughed at her again?

Bu Yao bit her lower lip, forcing herself to suppress her resentment.

"Call Master Zheng over here." Sun Quan ordered the maidservant.

After the servant girl promised, Bu Yao was also about to retreat, but just as she was about to get up, Sun Quan said again: "You don't need to retreat."

"My lord, this is not appropriate..." Bu Yao replied in a low voice.

Sun Quan rubbed his eyebrows, but it was inappropriate to do so, because his mind was dizzy.

He pointed to the screen not far away with his finger, and said: "You can just stand there, it will be very fast."

Bu Yao stood behind the screen according to his words, through the gap of the screen, he saw a middle-aged man enter respectfully.

The servant girl set up a small case for the man, and laid out pens and paper for him. Sun Quan's voice was clear and calm, although a little weak, but still powerful.

Before Bu Yao filmed "Love Locking Wu Gong", he checked Sun Quan on Baidu.It is said that he has a way of dealing with internal affairs, but his military level is so-so.

Bu Yao didn't know how to judge a person's political level, but she knew that it was difficult to make multiple decisions in a short period of time.

Sun Quan can do this.

resourceful.

The master book simply wrote down the things Sun Quan emphasized, and the specific documents will be sorted out after going back.

After the master retreated, Bu Yao walked out from behind the screen, and Sun Quan waved to her: "Sit by the side."

Bu Yao walked over as he said, while Sun Quan moved the inkstone to the front of the desk, and started to grind the ink with the ink stick, but his hands were still trembling.

"My lord, come here as a concubine."

Bu Yao stretched out her little hand, waiting to take the ink stick, but Sun Quan didn't intend to hand it over to her.

"Gu will teach you how to write today."

Teach her to write at this time?Can his body still take it?

Since Sun Quan has this interest, then she must not lose this interest.

Bu Yao put on an expectant look, her ears and eyes were on, her beautiful eyes were bright.

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"Can you hold a pen?" Sun Quan handed her the Langhao pen.

After Bu Yao took it, she picked up the pen in a decent manner, and felt that she had imitated it quite well, but Sun Quan's face became more and more ugly.

"You can't even hold a pen, how can you teach?"

Seeing that Sun Quan's attitude became bad again, Bu Yao's hands trembled, and the tip of the brush that had just been dipped in ink dripped a black spot on the bamboo slip.

Sun Quan looked at her as if he was looking at an empty-headed idiot with a helpless look on his face.

He took the pen back from her hand, and demonstrated to her the correct pen-holding posture: "Bu Lianshi, learn a little bit, a lonely woman can't even write."

She couldn't become illiterate by Buyao, she must practice her handwriting well after returning home, and she couldn't let Sun Quan see jokes again.

Bu Yao secretly made up his mind.

Sun Quan swayed and wrote two characters on the bamboo slip, Bu Yao moved closer, but saw that the bamboo slip was written with Sun Quan's signature: Zhong Mou

When Bu Yao took the pen again, Sun Quan suddenly held her in his arms, covered her entire palm in his palm, and patiently taught her skills in her ear.

Even dipping ink has to hold her hand to dip.

Sun Quan's palm was still as cool as before, without any warmth.

When Bu Yao slowly found the feeling of holding the pen, Sun Quan pointed at the word "Zhongmou" with his finger: "Try to see if you can write these two characters."

Then Sun Quan felt that something was wrong, and asked again: "You can't even read the words?"

"Recognized..."

Bu Yao is in a hurry, although her personality in this world is weak, silly, white and sweet, but she can't be too brainless.

Sun Quan's smile deepened, he tilted his head slightly, and asked, "Then what do you mean by these two characters?"

Han Li is like a regular script crushed by a hammer, the two characters are easy to recognize, Bu Yao said, "Zhong Mou."

It was unintentional for Bu Yao to call out his name.

It has been a long time since he started his career, and no one has called him Zhongmou.

There was an unknown emotion surging in Sun Quan's heart, and he concealed it, "I can still read a few words."

After finishing speaking, he held her hand and wrote the two characters again stroke by stroke.

Bu Yao doesn't know how to appreciate calligraphy, but Sun Quan's calligraphy is already quite beautiful in her eyes.

Sooner or later, she will be able to practice handwriting well, Bu Yao thought so, but said: "My lord's handwriting is so beautiful."

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Sun Quan is really not boastful!

"The pen is strong and elegant."

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Bu Yao felt that there was something interesting, and when she was about to think of some words in her mind to brush up her favorability, Sun Quan suddenly blocked her mouth, stopped her from speaking, and lightly grabbed her wrist holding the pen with his right hand.

The strength with which he held her wrist was obviously not as strong as before, and Bu Yao could feel his arm trembling slightly.

The kiss was also much softer and gentler than usual, not as domineering as before.

The ink rubbed against the hands of the two of them, and the candles also danced.

Somewhere in Bu Yao's heart seemed to loosen a little, and it was rare to drown in it.

When Sun Quan let go of Bu Yao, he closed his eyes and held his forehead again, with a painful expression on his face.

"My lord, you just recovered, you should arrange it earlier." Bu Yao asked with concern, and felt that Sun Fu didn't give him medicine today, was it because he was afraid of rejection?

After thinking about it, she asked, "My lord, did Steward Sun not deliver medicine to you tonight?"

Sun Quan closed his eyes and shook his head, and replied, "We must quit."

Although Bu Yao didn't understand, he didn't dare to ask more.

When Sun Quan slowed down, Bu Yao helped him to the couch, and she knelt on the side of the couch, carefully undressing him, her movements obviously a lot more familiar.

"When you are alone with Gu Gu in the future, you don't need to kneel." Sun Quan said, pulling her up.

"Thank you, my lord, for your compassion."

Every time Bu Yao returns to Sun Quan, the standard sentence pattern is: concubine body + verb + lord + adjective.

Before Sun Quan listened to it, he thought it was very normal and nothing unusual.Until now, she still called him that, but it made him a little impatient.

But if she didn't call him that way, it would indeed be overstepping the rules, after all, her identity was there.

Do you want to mention her identity?

Sun Quan suddenly had such an idea in his mind, but in an instant there was another severe headache, and his thoughts stopped here.

After Sun Quan lay down on the couch, Bu Yao wanted to find a servant girl to put away his crown robe, but as soon as he turned around, Sun Quan took advantage of her unpreparedness and dragged her onto him.

Bu Yao's small body pressed against Sun Quan's body, and he couldn't hold it firmly in his hand for a moment, and the remade crown slipped to the ground.

She struggled to get up from him, but he pinned her head and couldn't move.

"My lord, your crown is still on the ground, let me pick it up for you first." Bu Yao and Sun Quan still resisted, struggled for a while, but still couldn't resist.

"Let the maid pick it up tomorrow."