Chapter 7 Devil Training

"Oh, get up, get up quickly... You lazy pig, the rooster is crowing..." Zhou Xiaoqing had a voice in her ear in a daze.

"What are you doing? I'm not a hen. It's none of my business!" Zhou Xiaoqing almost roared a little. The sleep time in the morning is an incomparable enjoyment for her, which is more free than immortals. This lion roar really worked. After Zhou Xiaoqing slept quietly for a few seconds, the chattering voice like a Tang monk began to remember again. Zhou Xiaoqing covered her ears, but she refused to get up anyway.

I suddenly felt that my face was wet, and the heat kept spraying on my face. Suddenly opened his eyes, a naughty puppy was smiling proudly at himself and stretched out his tongue to prepare to do it again.

"Dou Ding!!! ..." Zhou Xiaoqing was speechless and took a look. Sure enough, the living ancestor Xiaoxuan sat next to the bed.

I wiped my face with my hand. Huh, it was sticky. I quickly got out of bed and washed my face with water.

"Hey, stinky boy, how did you get in? Don't you know that a girl's boudoir is not allowed to enter without permission? Why are you playing tricks on me? Why don't you let me sleep? How can I offend you..." After washing her face, Zhou Xiaoqing's spirit suddenly came up, and her temper swelled. She was already a little angry when she was about to get up. Xiaoxuan hit the muzzle of the gun.

"I came in from there," the boy looked like a scoundrel and looked at the half-open window. "I don't have a room here that I can't enter. I called you to get up. I also told you to put Douding if you didn't get up, and you didn't say no..." The more angry Zhou Xiaoqing was, the happier he became.

"You still argue! Get out!" With that, he pushed Xiaoxuan out of the door.

"I'm wrong. I'm really wrong. If I don't do this in the future, who will you kick me out and play with..." Xiaoxuan saw that Zhou Xiaoqing was really angry and began to please him. Although Xiaoxuan is naughty, once he pitifully asks for help, he is really reluctant to bombard him out. Lian Feng's Eastern Europe can't stand up, not to mention such a kind Zhou Xiaoqing.

"Well, let's spare you for a while. Next time I do it again, I won't be polite." Now Zhou Xiaoqing can't lose her temper at all, but she still pretends to be angry. I walked to the window and opened the half-open window completely, and a fresh after the rain came to my nose. It's not dawn yet. I don't know what you can play when you shout me up.

"You, you will know later. Everyone will wake up soon. If you sleep for a long time, it's strange that Aunt Feng doesn't scold you..." Xiaoxuan, who sat by the bed and touched Douding's long ears, said righteously.

"Really, I forgot for a moment that I slept too deeply last night. Anyway, thank you for reminding me." Aunt Feng definitely didn't buy herself to let her sleep. He quickly drove Xiaoxuan down from ** and then made the bed. Seeing that there was nothing to pick up in the room, Zhou Xiaoqing found a chair and sat down. Looking around, you may get some useful information from his mouth.

"Xiaoxuan, what's the name of our place?" Zhou Xiaoqing pretended to ask inadvertently.

"What? You don't even know where you are. You are so strange. I heard from Aunt Feng that you are a local? Xiaoxuan replied puzzledly.

"Oh, hehe, nothing... I just asked casually..." As soon as she spoke, Zhou Xiaoqing turned her face elsewhere, afraid that Xiaoxuan would see her embarrassed appearance to death, and silently scolded her problems.

"It's so funny, and it's so funny to talk!" Xiaoxuan didn't care about Zhou Xiaoqing's words. Fun? Zhou Xiaoqing's brain is full of black lines. What's the fun?

"You walk like Ah Hui, and your smile is more like..." Xiaoxuan continued.

"Ahui, someone who is very close to you? So she should be good-looking..." Zhou Xiaoqing smiled and drew an eight-character figure on her chin.

"Ahui was the duck I raised before, and was later bitten to death by Douding." Xiaoxuan was very serious when he said this and did not mean to cancel Zhou Xiaoqing, but such a calm narrative made Zhou Xiaoqing even more crazy. With anger, his hands had been clenched into fists and squeezed these words from between his teeth.

"I, already, Jing, not, be, called, duck, son, very, many years!" If killing is not worth the life, now Zhou Xiaoqing wants to go and strangle this little enemy.

When she was in elementary school, Zhou Xiaoqing's legs were a little foreign, and she would fall to both sides when she walked, which attracted a lot of jokes from her classmates. Later, accompanied by her father, Zhou Xiaoqing went to the community to walk after school every day and broke her legs. I thought that this unbearable past would not be mentioned, but I didn't expect that this unlucky child would not mention it!

"I think Chen's mother and the others are coming too. Let's go first." Xiaoxuan didn't look at Zhou Xiaoqing's face, which had suddenly changed. He left this sentence and ran out. Zhou Xiaoqing was suddenly sad. Xiaoxuan didn't know that these words had left an indelible wound in her young heart.

Not long after Xiaoxuan left, Chen's mother entered the house. Girl, you got up quite early. Get ready and go to see your teacher after dinner.

Zhou Xiaoqing answered "Okay" obediently and followed Chen's mother to the yard. Four other girls are sitting on the big table in the yard, waiting for breakfast. Zhou Xiaoqing looked at them and smiled, which was a greeting. When their mothers were there, most of the girls did not speak. They would lose their words. They all understood this truth.

Zhang's mother came with a woman in her early thirties, holding a large food box in her hand. When I opened the box, I smelled the smell of rice. It is mung bean porridge. The mung beans are very rotten, the rice grains are also very thick, and there are several plates of brightly colored kimchi. It's really appetizing to eat these every morning. Zhou Xiaoqing is not used to eating something greasy, and although today's breakfast is not expensive, it can be seen that it is carefully prepared.

Zhou Xiaoqing, who was extremely hungry, started and didn't eat well for many days. As soon as I took a sip of porridge, the bowl in my hand was taken away. Zhou Xiaoqing's eyes still followed that trajectory. I haven't had a few bites yet, looking at Zhang's mother pitifully.

"This girl has rules for eating. She can't stare at the food in the bowl as soon as she comes to the table. When holding chopsticks, gently pull the sleeve of your right hand with your left hand to avoid touching the plate on the table. The bowl should not grow too big or make a sound when it is delivered to the mouth. Remember, the girl in the first building is not a beggar on the street, and it is a loss of identity to do so..." Zhang's mother demonstrated in person and stared at Zhou Xiaoqing, as if these words were specially told to her. I can't help but slander. If you are hungry for so many days, you won't be able to see where to eat, and you still think I'm going down! If you think so, you won't say so.

"Yes, Mom Zhang, I know. Be sure to pay attention when eating in the future. But I'm very hungry, that porridge..."

"Oh, mother Zhang, today is the first time I let them eat first. I'm sure I haven't had enough to eat at the dentist." Chen's mother took the bowl in Zhang's hand and handed it to Zhou Xiaoqing, "Eat it. Remember Zhang's mother's words..."

After dinner, Zhou Xiaoqing was going to add another bowl, but the aunt brought by her mother put away the food box. It turned out that in order not to let the girls overeat, Yipin Building could not maintain its graceful figure, and the food was limited. Zhou Xiaoqing, who is suffering, is only three minutes full.

Zhang's mother took the five girls to another courtyard. This place is really beautiful, with rockery, small lakes, and many competing flowers blooming. However, Zhou Xiaoqing is not in the heart to watch it, and she is still in the early stage of hypoglycemia.

"This is the gentleman who teaches you piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Qin Fuzi, who is famous in Beijing." Zhang's mother respectfully introduced that it seemed that this person must be a highly respected person.

"See you, Qin Fuzi~" The girls all bowed and blessed themselves.

Qin Fuzi looks like a lot of white beards. According to Zhou Xiaoqing's experience, this kind of person must be a rich person, and he also has a strange temper. It seems to be handled carefully.

Qinfuzi asked each of them to hold a pen and paper and write a few words for her to see, and the crowd fell on the table to write. After reading it, Qin Fuzi shook his head repeatedly and widened his eyes when he saw what Zhou Xiaoqing wrote. It was not like a word, but it was like a crawling insect on the ground. The old gentleman was not angry. After all, he just tested the level, but he didn't expect the level to be so low. Then he asked some questions about the rhythm and chess array. These are all problems that Zhou Xiaoqing doesn't understand. Listening to the old man's explanation, Zhou Xiaoqing only felt that her head was big and she couldn't wait to escape immediately. And the other four people listened very seriously.

It seems that it is not easy for famous prostitutes in ancient times. Anyway, they don't plan to live for a long time, and they still have to leave. Zhou Xiaoqing did not listen to the master.

"Are you paying attention to my teaching?" The table in front of him was knocked by the ruler, which pulled Zhou Xiaoqing's soul back.

"Beijing teachers pay attention to literature, and there are scholars everywhere in our Nanzhao. I am teaching the current popular poetry and songs. If you don't study hard, how can you share the topic with the elegant guests?"

These words scared Zhou Xiaoqing into a cold sweat. The old man would not teach her a lesson with a ruler, and his eyes immediately turned around. Then he began to talk nonsense.

"The little woman thinks that the master speaks in a timely manner, but the quality of poetry is in the artistic conception it conveys, and the lake and mountains in front of her can cultivate human sentiment. Poetry cares between mountains and rivers. I combine it with what the master said to experience the connotation and meaning of poetry."

Qin Fuzi was shocked by the sharp-mouthed girl in front of him. Looking at the words she wrote, I knew that she had not read the book, but the straightforwardness of her mouth was also reasonable. Then tell me, what did you feel when you stared at that place?

"I'm admiring the flowers and the butterflies on it, so I think of a poem." Now Zhou Xiaoqing is not afraid at all, and many poems written by famous artists really flashed in her mind. Fortunately, I was forced to recite a lot by the teacher in primary school.

"Oh? Tell me about it." Qin Fuzi deliberately wanted to know how capable this little girl was.

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column of Si Hua Nian, Zhuang Shengxiao dream of butterflies, Wang Emperor Chunxin entrusts cuckoo, the sea and moon pearls have tears, and the blue field day warm jade smoke. This situation can be recalled, but it was already lost at that time."

After listening to this, my chin was about to fall down. I was so shocked that I couldn't say a word for a long time. Who...who made this poem?

Li Shangyin, but Zhou Xiaoqing still said with a straight face, "Have you heard of it elsewhere?"

"Genius, what a genius!!! ..." The Master fell to the ground as soon as he finished speaking.