If You Can't Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified Chapter 10

  Chapter 10 Youthful bearing, crouching like a tiger, rising like a dragon dance

   Near noon in autumn, the sun still can't completely fade away the scorching heat of summer.

   A gust of breeze blew through, but it could easily bring a bit of coolness.

  Sheng Zi carried the very precious box of peach blossom cakes and came to Lu Jing's courtyard with Lu Yi.

   This small courtyard in the west courtyard of Uncle Xiao's Mansion is much quieter and less shabby than the courtyards of other Lu Mansion disciples in the mansion.

   There is only a pine tree in front of the door.

   But this pine tree is different from other trees that are dying day by day, the leaves are still shiny, like a pagoda, standing there majestic.

   Sheng Zi and Lu Yi were obviously not interested in this pine tree.

  Lu Yi was actually quite critical of Sheng Zi's plan to give Lu Jing the precious and delicious peach blossom cake.

  Because this peach blossom cake was originally given to Shengzi by Mrs. Ning, she couldn't say anything.

   Just muttering in his mouth: "Peach blossom cake is so precious, wouldn't it be a pity to give it to Lu Jing..."

  Sheng Zi obviously didn't care much about Lu Yi's complaints, and instead looked towards the small courtyard.

  The gate of the small courtyard was not closed.

   Across a very long distance, through the gap in the tung tree barrier used to cover the ugly, Sheng Zi could clearly see the scene in the courtyard.

  There are many flowers and plants transplanted from somewhere in the small courtyard, and a maid is leaning over to take care of it.

  These flowers and plants are not precious, but they are well taken care of and their growth is extremely vigorous. Even in the near autumn, there are still flowers blooming, which brings a bit of warmth to the old courtyard.

   In the small courtyard, there are also stone tables and stone benches that can be seen everywhere in the west courtyard.

   "Lu Jing is practicing calligraphy?"

  Shengzi was curious when she saw Lu Jing's figure in front of the stone table.

   Lu Yi suddenly burst out laughing and said, "Before I saw my father writing, he always bathed and changed his clothes, calmed down, and his desk was spotless."

   "But this Lu Jing is so good, he actually writes while eating."

   And as Lu Yi said.

   Beside a piece of grass paper, there is also a plate of ordinary green vegetables.

   Every time Lu Jing wrote a few words, he would pass the brush to his left hand, pick up his chopsticks and take a few bites, looking very casual.

  Shengzi doesn't care about this.

   Even her father taught Shengzi to be in awe of learning.

   However, Sheng Zi came here with her own purpose, others acted, and it had nothing to do with her, so naturally she would not judge anything.

   "Lu Yi, today I have a request from you, third brother Jing, don't you anger him."

  Lu Yi was slightly stunned, a little doubt in his eyes.

  Sheng Zi has a request from Lu Jing?

  The Sheng family has amazing power in this Taixuan Beijing.

  Sheng Zi's father was the second minister of Taishu Pavilion, which played a pivotal role in the court. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is all about the wind and clouds.

   With such a splendid appearance, do you want to ask Lu Jing?

   "How can this Lu Jing help you? Sister Sheng, why don't you tell me the reason, and I'll come up with ideas for you?"

   Shengzi shook his head and said, "There are many things that can be encountered but cannot be found, and what can be found easily is not something precious."

Lu Yi seemed to understand, but the two ponytails were still swaying behind her head, she regained her senses and raised her chin: "Since that's the case, Sister Sheng might as well leave this matter to me, my words in the mansion always work. "

   "Sister Sheng just need to tell me what you want from Lu Jing. I told Lu Jing that he wouldn't dare not give it."

   When Lu Yi spoke, there was a bit of a sly look in his eyes.

   Sheng Zi frowned.

   A look of displeasure appeared on his already heroic face.

   "Lu Yi." Sheng Zi said sternly: "Yesterday, Madam Zhong took the examination of your third brother Jing, and I watched his words and deeds with extraordinary bearing and a lot of sharpness.

   I think that although he is not favored in the Lu Mansion, he is not a cowardly young man who can be humiliated at will.

   And he is your brother, you are so arrogant in front of him, I am afraid it is not right. "

  Lu Yi was obviously a little stunned when he heard Sheng Zi's solemn words.

  Sheng Zi never gave her a chance to speak again. While walking towards the small courtyard, she said to Lu Yi, "When you enter the courtyard, don't make a sound."

  Lu Yi came back to his senses, with a little dissatisfaction evident in his eyes, but he didn't want to refute Sheng Zi, so he could only follow Sheng Zi with his head down.

  The two came to the door, Lu Jing was still writing.

   That slightly faded brush, walking on the grass paper, was actually quite happy.

   "Master, there is someone at the door."

   Qingyue, who was looking down at the flowers and plants, saw Shengzi and Lu Yi.

   hurriedly patted the dust off his hands and stood up.

   At this time, it was Lu Jing's last stroke.

   He let out a long breath, put down the brush in his hand, and then looked up at the door.

  The door opened, and of course Lu Jing noticed that someone was coming at the door.

   It's just that the last line of his verse has already been written, and the cursive script of the “Grass Sage Zhang Xu”, which he cultivated in his previous life, also pays attention to one stroke, so he never stopped writing.

   "Qing Yue, make tea."

   Lu Jing called out, Qing Yue saluted the person from a distance, and went into the back room to make tea.

   "Sister Lu Yi, come in with the guests."

  Lu Jing nodded towards Lu Yi and spoke very naturally.

  Sheng Zi felt dumbfounded.

  Lu Jing's tone was calm, yet he had the majesty of an elder.

   Lu Yi did the same. She opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say for a while.

   In this Lu Mansion, Lu Yi and her third cousin have never communicated.

   Even at a playful age when he was a child, he followed other brothers and sisters to draw a line with Lu Jing. At most, he just laughed a few words when Lu Jing was bullied.

   What Lu Yi didn't expect was that Lu Jing's "sister" was so natural, and his tone was taken for granted.

   It's as if... Lu Jing's role in the mansion on weekdays is indeed a convincing elder brother.

   "This Lu Jing is so strange... Who is her sister?"

  Lu Yi pouted and was about to say something.

   Sheng Zi suddenly took a step forward and said to Lu Yi, "Lu Yi, you are the host, why don't you introduce me?"

  Lu Yi was instantly discouraged and reluctantly said, "Lu Jing, this is Sister Shengzi of Shengfu, the innermost part of Changning Street in Shili."

   "Sheng Zi?" Lu Jing's expression remained unchanged, and he invited the two girls into the room

   I was speculating in my heart.

   "So the girl in red with Lu Yi is not Nan Heyu? Did Miss Nanfu come to the mansion yesterday?"

   "What's the matter with this beautiful girl coming to me?"

   The splendid appearance at this moment has never been matched with a veil.

   She is tall and tall, her skin is as creamy, her teeth are bright and white, and a long whip with blue light is wrapped around her waist, which looks extremely pleasing to the eye.

  What is different from other young girls in their youth is that there is a sharpness in the temperament of Shengzi, and there is not the slightest weakness between the eyebrows, but a hint of heroism.

   "Huh... This word was written by Jing Gongzi?"

   When Lu Jing was thinking about it, Sheng Zi and Lu Yi had already walked to the stone table. Originally, they wanted to go over the stone table and enter the house.

   When passing by the stone table, Sheng Zi caught a glimpse of the straw paper that Lu Jing had spread on the table.

  I saw a few lines of words written on the piece of paper.

   Although the brush and ink are occasionally erratic, but if you look closely, the handwriting is like a tiger crouching, and it dances like a dragon.

  Sheng Zi doesn't know calligraphy, and feels that the brush and ink on this grass paper seems to be born with an amazing beauty.

   However, in Sheng Zi's eyes, calligraphy is secondary, and what really caught her attention was the few lines of text.

  【Those who teach me good are my thieves, and those who teach me evil are my teachers.

  When you meet a knight on the road, you must present your sword, not a talented person can offer poetry.

   Three people walk together, there must be my teacher.

   Choose what is good and follow it, and change what is bad. 】

   In just four lines of brush and ink, Sheng Zi opened her eyes wide and carefully pondered the deep meaning.

   In the blink of an eye, a few breaths of time passed.

  Sheng Zi was still muttering the phrase, "When the road meets a knight, you must present a sword, not a talented person, don't offer poetry."

   "When you meet a knight on the road, you should present your sword, and don't read poems to those who have no talent."

   These four sentences seem to be full of life philosophy, but also mixed with extremely romantic and free and easy chivalrous feelings.

   "I saw these four articles today, and it was a worthwhile trip."

  Sheng Zi's eyes were clear, and she couldn't help but feel a little remorse: "I don't know which ancient book such a wise saying came from. I only saw it today and it's my regret."

   "Lu Jing wrote these four-line articles, which also means that his mood is roughly the same.

   There is freedom and ease in reason, and there is a meaning of respecting and virtuous knights. "

   "And this handwriting is also very extraordinary..."

  Sheng Zi's thoughts were tumbling, and she saw the small plate of green vegetables placed on the table.

  The pen and paper used to practice calligraphy are also very cheap.

"I don't know how long I have used this brush, the barrel has faded and whitened, and it is slightly bent. This writing practice is not on the river silk paper of Beiluodao, not even Liuxuan paper, but the grass paper used by ordinary people for reading. "

   "And that plate of greens..."

  Sheng Zi sighed in her heart, there is nothing special about this pen and paper, and this vegetable in an ordinary family.

   But this is Jiuhu Lu Mansion, and the biological father of the boy in front of him is Lu Shenyuan, the general of the gods who was famous when he was young and was known as the first storm in Jiuhu.

   With these identities as a foil, Sheng Zi finally knew how difficult Lu Jing's situation was.

   "Miss Sheng...Miss Sheng Zi?"

   "Sister Sheng!"

   Lu Jing and Lu Yi's soft calls brought Sheng Zi back to her senses.

  Lu Jing and he remained silent.

  Lu Yi was a little puzzled.

  Sister Sheng... What happened?

   "I was lost."

  Shengzi is very natural, without the slightest embarrassment.

   She turned her head and stared into Lu Jing's eyes, and suddenly smiled: "I saw this four-line article today, and I just liked it.

   I hope to ask Master Jing for this pen and ink. It is best to ask Master to indicate the source. Sheng Zi will be rewarded in the future. "

   With a graceful posture, he asked for this piece of paper.

  Lu Jing was in trouble.

   "Indicate the source? Is there any "Zengguang Xianwen" in this world?"

  Lu Yi was speechless when he saw Lu Jing hesitated: "Lu Jing, it's just a piece of paper, you still can't bear it? If you can't bear it, I have some good river silk paper there..."

   Lu Yi's arrogant words suddenly became less and less confident, and his voice gradually became quieter.

   Because I don't know when, Lu Jing has turned his head slightly, his expression has not changed at all, just staring at Lu Yi's eyes.

   At this moment, for some reason, Lu Yi couldn't keep the arrogance, arrogance, and aggressiveness that came from a young girl.

   Her voice became smaller and smaller until she finished speaking and lowered her head.

  Lu Jing smiled and said to Sheng Zi beside him, "It's not that I can't bear a piece of grass paper... It's just the source..."

  He said this, shook his head slightly, picked up the brush next to him, and carefully dipped the ink.

   wrote on the far left…

   "From "Zengguang Xianwen"."

   (end of this chapter)

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