"Hey, Hong Yi, why didn't you open the door after I called for so long? I had to kick the door!"
At the door appeared a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years of age. She was dressed in a light yellow fur coat. Her face was fair and her eyes were like lacquer.
This girl was dressed luxuriously and spoke rudely, but Hong Yi knew her name was Xiao Ning. She was the personal maidservant of the second daughter of the "Yunting House" on the east side of the manor.
The Yunting House was the residence of the second wife of the manor, Madam Fang. She was Marquis Wu Wen's concubine. Her family was a merchant and she had become an official. She had money and status. Although her status in the manor was not as high as Madam Zhao's, she still had some say.
Therefore, the maidservants of the Yunting House were all a cut above others.
Even though Hong Yi was the young master of the Marquis Fu, but he was the son of a concubine who had died. No one took him seriously. Moreover, everyone in the Marquis Fu knew that the Zhao Furen of the first household did not have a good impression of Hong Yi.
Hong Yi's monthly allowance was also the least.
In the manor, there were three wives, four concubines, housekeepers, maids, servants, and guards. There were a total of seven to eight hundred people. Everyone had their own division of labor. It was like a small court with a strict hierarchy.
"What can I do for you?" After opening the door, Hong Yi returned to his chair and picked up his book without looking at the maidservant.
Xiao Ning looked at the burning charcoal in the room. Because of the poor quality, there was a smell and smoke in the eyes. She couldn't help but curl her lips in disdain.
"Yesterday, Miss and Princess Yongchun of Prince Rong's manor played the zither and exchanged poems. Princess Yongchun recited one line of a poem but didn't continue. Miss asked me to ask you. Hey, are you listening? "
Xiao Ning said angrily when she saw Hong Yi return to the table and pick up his book to read.
"What?" Hong Yi frowned and blood rushed to his face. He clenched his fists and looked at Xiao Ning.
Xiao Ning also saw the rising blood on Hong Yi's face and the way he clenched his fists. Not only did he not restrain himself, he raised his eyes high and revealed a look that said, "Even if you are the young master, I will treat you like this. What can you do to me? Come and hit me! "emojis appeared.
"What poem?" After a moment of anger, Hong Yi took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He loosened his fists and said in a calm tone.
"Indeed, it's useless." Seeing that Hong Yi was holding back, Xiao Ning muttered in her heart, "When Princess Yongchun was playing the zither, she said, 'Before playing today, my heart is already in a mess.' Then she thought hard about the next line. Miss ordered me to ask you, hoping that you can answer the next sentence. "
"You haven't flicked the bullet today and your heart is already in a mess?" Hong Yi pondered, "When playing the zither, one's heart is in a mess. That is because one cannot control one's state of mind. I will say, 'This heart is not controlled by man'."
"Before playing today, my heart is already in a mess. This heart is not controlled by man." Hong Yi took out a piece of white paper and wrote a line of cursive script on it with thick ink.
"What is this?"
Xiao Ning saw that the words in cursive script were like flying dragons and snakes. How could the maidservant, who had only read a little and only knew a few words, recognize it?
"You are a servant, and you are illiterate. Why are you asking so many questions?" Hong Yi said coldly, "Just send it over."
"You …"
Xiao Ning saw the look in Hong Yi's eyes when he said that he was illiterate. Her knuckles cracked twice, showing that she was good at martial arts. At the same time, she looked over with a sharp gaze.
Obviously, this Xiao Ning had practiced martial arts.
"This Hong Yi is obviously a weak scholar without the strength to truss a chicken. But why isn't he afraid? I have practiced martial arts with Miss to a certain degree, and I have power in front of ordinary people. Although this Hong Yi is a young master, he is not liked by the First Madam of the Marquis's household … Bullying him will only result in a scolding … Moreover, I have recently learned the Qin Na technique. If I capture someone, they will only feel pain for a few days, but their muscles and bones will not be injured … "
Xiao Ning's eyes revealed an ominous glint. She took two steps forward and pretended to take the paper from Hong Yi. But in her heart, she was planning to use a clever technique to dislocate Hong Yi's hand and make him feel pain for a few days.
"You dare to attack me? Aren't you afraid of being exiled for three thousand li!"
Just as Xiao Ning was about to take a step, Hong Yi suddenly spoke in a stern voice.
"According to Da Qian law, beating up a scholar with scholarly honors will result in exiling for three thousand li. Don't make a mistake! "
Hong Yi's sudden stern voice scared Xiao Ning so much that her whole body trembled.
"Who wants to attack you? I am taking the paper. You are the young master. As servants, how would we dare to be angry at you?" Xiao Ning took a step back, extended her arm, took the paper, turned around, and walked out.
"Hmph, a useless scholar who only knows how to compose poems and lyrics, without the strength to truss a chicken."
Xiao Ning walked out of the room, cursing in her heart. She was indeed frightened by Hong Yi just now, but how could she admit it in her heart?
"Shh …"
After seeing Xiao Ning leave, Hong Yi let out a long sigh. "Sure enough, encountering a villain is the same as encountering a ghost. You must not be weak. If you are weak, it will take a mile. If you are strong, it will not dare to come near you. This Cottage Hall notebook uses a ghost as a metaphor for a person, but it is a great principle. "
Hong Yi sat down again and flipped through a story he had read before. He used a brush to heavily mark it.
This story was about a time when he was reading in the middle of the night and encountered a ghost. The ghost showed itself and asked Li Yan if he was afraid. Li Yan immediately became stern. "I am not afraid!" The ghost asked again, Li Yan's voice was even louder, the ghost finally said, "If you say you are afraid, I will leave immediately, I won't bother you anymore." Li Yan loudly said, "I am not afraid, I am not afraid." Finally the ghost had no choice but to disappear.
Later, someone said to Li Yan, "You don't have any Taoist magic and can't cure ghosts. Why don't you compromise and say you are afraid? If the ghost really pounced on you, what would you do? "
Li Yan said, "Precisely because I don't know Taoist magic and can't cure ghosts, I can't be afraid. If I am afraid, my breath will weaken, and he will really pounce on me."
"What a cunning villain, just like a ghost."
Hong Yi reread the story and thought of the servant Xiao Ning he had just met. He felt that the villain was really like a ghost. If he hadn't scared her just now, she might have really dared to attack.
"But scaring is not the way to go. I still need to practice martial arts. A scholar must be good at archery and archery. Only then can he be considered a true scholar. But I really don't have the qualifications. I have to think of a way. "
Hong Yi had long wanted to practice martial arts, but he really did not have the qualifications.
To practice archery, a good horse was worth a thousand taels of gold, and a good bow was also worth a hundred taels of gold. Even if he did not want these, he would need to hire a teacher to practice hand-to-hand combat. These were all things that Hong Yi could not do.
There were also powerful guards in the Marquis's mansion, but who would be willing to come into contact with Hong Yi and offend the First Madam?
"I heard that when the Da Qian Dynasty was founded, they wrote two great books. One was' Martial Scripture ', and the other was' Dao Scripture '. They talked about martial arts and cultivation. There were millions of words in them. Unfortunately, it became a forbidden book. If only I could borrow and copy it, that would be great. "
Hong Yi was deep in thought.
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