Chapter 21: A Glimpse
Linghu Xian, since the body of the spirit pearl awakening, the mind has become the previous life Hu Cangcang sixteen or seventeen years old state, but limited to the body of the moment is only six years old, to better hide their own can only often pretend to be a childish and helpless, naive and stupid to a little silly look. She initially felt Ouyang Zhong's frequent temptation; although she did not know the reason, she always thought it would be better to do more than less, so she cooperated with this arrogant young master to play house and act a drama.
Ouyang Zhong's daily routine is very regular. In the morning, just after dawn, they will get up to practice washing and change to go to the front hall to the mother and father to ask for a good morning. They sometimes eat breakfast with their parents. After using their courtyard, they will return to the study to start reading and writing; after lunch, there will be a rest. They will play chess, continue to read to study, and soon to the evening when they practice archery, swordplay, or Riding. Linghu Foxxian soon figured out his habits and preferences and even his temperament.
When Ouyang Zhong asked Linghu Xian to do any work, Linghu Xian never said "no." His short and dry body cleaned the leaves in the yard day after day, watered the naphthalene trees, made up Ouyang Zhong's bed, and prepared three meals a day. Before reading, he organized the ink, paper, and inkstone, grinding the ink to whatever thickness was right. The bookshelves and weapon racks were always spotless. Even if it's some menial and dirty work, such as filling the water tank in the yard and cleaning the toilet, Linghu Xian has no complaints. For many years, some of the older servants working in the Ouyang family have been heartbroken to see that this tiny girl with a thin body and young age has been treated like this by the Ouyang family's young master. Everyone is quite indignant about this matter, but who asked him to be the young master of the Ouyang family who can't be messed with the most? The older subordinates dared to be angry but dared not say anything, so they all took extra care of Linghu Xian in private.
Ouyang Zhong sometimes deliberately lost his temper to make things difficult for the enslaved people, but Linghu Xian accepted it. Anyway, to beat or scold is so, compared to the previous life on the battlefield to kill the enemy, this point of poverty and hardship is not much. But to play a sound effect, occasionally, will symbolically crouch down to beg for mercy; a raw squeeze out a few tears means a little.
Ouyang Zhong found that this Linghu Xian was a soft and complex but not oil and salt pure tool person who did not know how to hide, was scolded, would not cry, was punished, and had no emotions. Complaints asked not to say two, and even a lot of things to do more and more severely and carefully face to face, even picking the wrong place are rarely there. It is too dull!
Ouyang Zhong sometimes got bored looking at this person before him and sent Linghu Xian to the stables to feed the horses. He didn't know that for Linghu Xian, providing the horses was simply a break, and every time Linghu Xian heard that he could go to the stables to work, he was happy, and finally he could not face Ouyang Zhong's stinky face~.
While rolling the grass by the stables and cleaning the pens and courtyard, Linghu Xian can hum a little song. She loves horses, especially with Ouyang Zhong's mount. Sometimes, she could pick up some fruit and vegetable trimmings in the back kitchen, so she collected some and secretly brought them to the horses to share with everyone. After finishing her work, if she didn't have to return to serve that annoying young master right away, she would chat, spit, and even curse with the horses. This was the only time she was most at ease and able to be herself.
In the eyes of Linghu Xian, Ouyang Zhong is the one who does not know anything and is childish and stinky to the brat's life. That point of mind to rest here is a challenging task to break. As the saying goes, "to change should not change." even if Ouyang Zhong wants to know how difficult it is to test their own, Linghu Xian kernel stability is not on the set; he would instead let Ouyang Zhong feel that he is nothing! The wooden man with no emotions.
The day quickly passes; the courtyard of the begonia tree blossoms and fruits for several springs and falls. The skinny and dry Linghu Xian, who sold himself into the Ouyang family as an enslaved person, is now under the tree holding a broomstick and tilting his head back to squint through the leaves at the sun and the golden-rimmed clouds in the sky. The young girl wore a plain-colored jacket and coat without any patterns or bright colors, and because she had to work a lot, her hair was tied up in a bun and tied with the same plain-colored silk ribbon without any ornaments. But even so, we can not hide the young girl's beauty; she is a girl who has become increasingly beautiful. Once a thin figure because of years of physical work, it became much more robust, taller, and taller, and more appeared in the pavilion. Fox Fresh saw the begonia tree branches have begun to have buds to be released, spitting stamens, just like her own to the most beautiful time.
Ouyang Zhong, sixteen years old, born initially with a handsome face, now has a more three-dimensional, exquisite, erect, and athletic body, from a child metamorphosis into an attractive man. Not long ago, Ouyang Zhong was recommended for the Lantai order history, responsible for some of the court's books survey, collection of books and books of the group of custody, and so on. However, it is just hanging a post, but it is also considered to be a formal stepping into the civil service for the court service—the father, Ouyang Ming, with the official.
Father intends to let him go out more to move around and make friends with some powerful ministers of the world's sons, but also for the future of the road to pave the way. Although Ouyang Zhong is arrogant and does not like to make friends, always in the courtyard is also very dull; naturally happy to get out of that square inch of space to go around. So, he went out every day to follow a few families of similar age with the family's son on horseback riding trips occasionally for a few days. At times, he would hang out in the teahouses and restaurants, enjoying writing with young talents, dancing with swords, and reciting poems. Finally, being able to leave that annoying home, under the sky and earth, to have a good time, the young man's heart is now off the reins of the wild horse, completely forgetting that there is still a girl in the courtyard of the home called Linghu Xian.
Linghu Xian, alone in the courtyard inside, is also happy to leisure, finally not having to put on a mask face in front of young master Ouyang. Acting every day and pretending every day is also very tiring. This courtyard rarely has outsiders come in; mostly, she is to take care of the arrangements so she can finally rest now.
It's late spring and early summer again; the naphthalene trees in the courtyard have grown a little taller, and this year's flowers bloom just as brightly as in previous years. Linghu Xian from the just-cleaned weapons rack took down a short sword. She often recalled the last learning of the blade. However, she often stood aside to watch the young master, Ouyang Zhong, practice martial arts. Still, besides cleaning the weapons rack wipe, she never really took down the dance to practice a bit, only in no one's place to take the branches, bamboo sticks, and so on the drills.
Now that she finally had the opportunity to practice with a real sword, it excited Linghu Xian. She stood in the center of the courtyard with her hands behind her back, concentrating on her luck, and her sword walked like a dragon. The weight and texture of the sword in her writing are different from a small wooden stick, playing the sword to the blade in the air with a pleasant metallic sound; a move also needs to control every inch of bone and muscle to ensure that the action is not deformed. LingHu Xian's danced sword gradually went from unfamiliar to skillful, and after a few moves, they even began to be a little free and forgetful. She is sometimes like a dancing crane and sometimes like an eagle that swoops to hunt for food. When she danced, she even shallowly chanted the verse:
"Throw me a papaya, and I'll return the favor. Give me a wooden peach, and I'll give you a Qiong Yao. I'll take a wooden plum, and I'll take an agar jelly in return."
Under the sunlight, the twelve-year-old girl was so happy with a sword dance; her little face was flushed with smiles, and her eyes were sparkling with glittering light as if she could suck people in.
This scene is fantastic. I was just back from the outside, ready to change clothes, and Ouyang Zhong all saw in the eyes.
Initially, Ouyang Zhong wanted to return to the courtyard, but with a few playmates chanting poetry and playful dirty clothes. He had to go back to his room to change his clothes, but he didn't expect him to return without warning. Coupled with the fact that Linghu Xian was somewhat oblivious to his sword dance, Ouyang Zhong immediately bumped into the Linghu Xian that he had never seen before, the real Linghu Xian. Ouyang Zhong waves under the eyes; in front of him, Linghu Xian is both strange and friendly, and with her sword, poetry, and bright and colorful smile, it turns out he had been cheated by her before! He did not know what mood to face these; was he angry? Are you angry that this little girl has lied to him for so long? Is happy? Happy that the original dreamer is right in front of you today to finally know each other?
Ouyang Zhong grimly walked towards Linghu Xian, grabbed her wrist, and coldly said, "Who are you?"
This question asked Linghu Xian instead of some puzzled. This young master is also strange, caught himself moving his precious weapon without authorization, scolded and punished a meal is, what you are who I am? Who can I be? I am his servant girl, Linghu Xian, and I can't tell him that he is a fox spirit who came down to earth to practice, right? Linghu Xian once again turned into the appearance of the previous little maid, hasty to the young master kneeling to ask for leniency; forgive her this time; she will not dare in the future.
Ouyang Zhong squinted and saw her face still flushed with a few drops of sweat. Only that bright smile in the sunlight instantly disappeared, which made Ouyang Zhong's heart feel as if it had suddenly emptied a piece; it was very uncomfortable. He coldly lifted her chin to force Linghu Xian to look at himself, his other hand still grasping Linghu Xian's wrist with a death grip and refusing to let go.
"Then let me ask you, who did you learn your sword skills and poetry from?"
Linghu Xian thought, dear young master, ah, I can't tell you what I learned from my teacher in my previous life, right? So he had to blurt out, "It's stealing from you, young master."
"Me? I didn't teach you. You usually clean the courtyard, serve tea and food by my side, and lay out paper and study ink to organize the study. When did you learn? If you dare to deceive again, I will not be polite!"
"Truly, young master, I've been serving by your side for six years. I've countless times watched what you do daily and learned it by following the cat's example."
"I didn't expect you to be such a sharp-tongued little liar!" Ouyang Zhong pulled the kneeling Linghu Xian into the study and heavily slammed her to the ground. Ouyang Zhong huffed and puffed and paced for a few steps before sitting on his butt in a chair, casually picking up a volume of books and began to ask, "'Throw me a wooden peach, and I will be rewarded with a Qigong Yao' following line?"
"Bandit repayment also forever thought good also!" Linghu Xian answered.
"Shangshu for what?"
"Ancient Fuxi's king of the world also began to draw gossip to create a book of deeds to replace the knot-rope government by which the book was born. Fuxi Shennong Huangdi's book called the three."
"The sun and the moon are not drowning. Spring and autumn is its order."
"But the grass is falling, fear of the beauty of the late."
Ouyang Zhong was unbelievable; he did not have the habit of being a good teacher; of course, he never gave this girl a day of lectures. He looked at her with surprise: "When did you become literate? When did you memorize all this?"
"In the past, the young master used to read books, and I could read them as I listened and watched. Then every time I cleaned the bookshelves, as long as young master went out and I had nothing to do at home, I read them while organizing them."
"You memorized it after reading it?"
"Well, remembered it, read it once, and memorized it."
"What else did you look at?"
"Young master, I've read all the books on these bookshelves." Linghu Xian didn't want to hide it anymore, so he answered with a grave nod.
The book in Ouyang Zhong's hand fell to the ground all of a sudden, and he had the feeling of being directly knocked to the ground by a hit from a worldly expert; the whole person sat paralyzed in front of the desk, rolling his eyes and sucking in cool air.
His childhood became famous in the country; various teachers, various families of scholars, and social celebrities worshiped as a child prodigy, and countless children worshiped his idol; he has always regarded himself highly, and in this country of China and the Ming Dynasty, no one can be defeated. Although from a young age, "pr," name, Ouyang Zhong, from three years old to worshiped private school masters, read and learned words day and night, never slacked hard more than ten years of hard work and challenging reading. His study in the collection of books is more than a thousand volumes, which he also read and memorized for several years to complete. This little girl said that he has not been at home much during the past few months while cleaning and finishing reading.
He couldn't believe it wasn't as gifted as a rough maid who swept the floor and studied ink for herself. This is too shameful. Ouyang Zhong weakly picked up the teacup and took a sip, smoothing his breath and suppressing his shock, slowly biting his back teeth and saying, "Who the hell are you?"
"Aiya my young master Ouyang! You will not be so long. Did you not remember a slave called Linghu Xian?"
This time, Linghu Xian had an incredulous look on her face. Linghu Xian thought: even if you treat me as air, in this courtyard every day, we live together without seeing each other. It is not so bad that you can't remember the name of a slave girl, ah? Is Ouyang Zhong playing crazy outside, or has he become stupid?
Well, since this Linghu Xian refuses to admit, can only play with her patience, 36 plans one by one how? Ouyang Zhong's heart slander is also interesting; save me in this small courtyard to stay bored. In front of people, he is always an essential young man, learning wealthy, good son of a model look. He is not a good boy, with a stomach of bad water ghost ideas. He does not believe that this little girl does not honestly come.
Ouyang heavy is what kind of person, do a few years of personal maid, all the time in the observation of his fox fresh is not stupid to good伐, also can not know his heart that a little twisted around. But after all, the identity is different; they are a robbery too; it is best to be peaceful; more than one thing is better than less. Linghu Xian had to continue to act out the drama. Anyway, wearing a mask to live his life is also very accustomed to it.
"Young master, why are you back so early this time? Do you need a slave to prepare some meals and refreshments for you, young master?" Linghu Xian resumed her usual appearance of serving her master with a low brow.
"No need, I'm not hungry." Ouyang Zhong continued to reply without any good humor, but it was not true; he was almost full of gas and mixed with all kinds of emotions and moods; where can he still eat anything. You pretend? Continue to act to me! Must rectify this stinky girl! Ouyang Zhong was calculating in his mind.
Only to see his dark and bluish eyes turn, he immediately got up and said to Linghu Xian, "Come and help me change my clothes, then you also go and change into a boy's clothes. You go out with me." After saying this, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards a bit, shedding a wry, evil, lousy smile.
Linghu Xian looked up at him incredulously with wide eyes, "Me? Does the young master want to take me out? Nu is just a servant girl and a girl. How can I follow the eldest young master out?"
"That's why I asked you to change into men's clothes; you won't be able to tell you're a girl if you wear men's clothes. You're just a little kid. How can you have so much trouble?"
"Uh ... follow orders."
Although Linghu Xian had a brutal look on the surface, his heart had already blossomed with joy. Hiding in this ghost place for six years without stepping out of the Ouyang family's mansion, we can finally let off steam today!