novelAbuy Chapter 84 Sheep intestines are unusable.
Chapter 84 Sheep intestines are unusable.
Chapter 84 Sheep intestines are unusable.
After listening to Yang Zhengdao's ideas and requirements for the hot spring bathhouse, Li Yuanjia promised to provide the drawings in three days.
Yang Zhengdao didn't linger and returned to Xingdaofang.
Before even entering the door, I could hear two little girls chatting, accompanied by the laughter of Ah Wu, Ah Liu, and a few other girls.
"Young Lady, when I marry your master, you will have to call me 'Madam,' understand?"
"Impossible! You're so young, the master will definitely not marry you."
"Where am I small? I—I will grow up!"
Yang Zhengdao's heart tightened.
Of the two childish voices, one is Xi Youniang, and judging from her voice, her illness is almost cured.
The other voice, however, is clearly due to two reasons.
Has Samurai Go arrived?
He tossed the reins to Tan Feng and strode into the courtyard.
Ernan was sitting on Aba's shoulders, wearing a light blue ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) that revealed her two small legs, which were swaying in the air.
She crossed her arms, pouted, and looked down at Xi Youniang.
Xi Youniang looked up at her face, which had regained its color, and pouted her little mouth.
The two were clearly in a standoff.
To Yang Zhengdao's surprise, Aba let Eryin sit on his shoulders on their first meeting.
Looking at the arrogant Eryin, Yang Zhengdao's temples throbbed.
These two reasons are also bold and unruly, but the samurai don't care?
Who's responsible if someone falls and gets hurt?
He quickly ordered, "Aba, put Ernan down right now!"
"Oh!" Aba steadied Ernan with one large hand and slowly squatted down.
"Yang Zhengdao!" Ernan's face lit up with joy. As soon as Aba squatted down, she grabbed Aba's messy red hair and let it slide down.
As soon as she landed, she ran over and threw herself into Yang Zhengdao's arms.
Upon seeing Yang Zhengdao, A-Wu hurriedly explained, "Brother, this young lady came alone, saying she was from the Wu family. A-Mai has already gone to the Duke of Ying's mansion."
Ah Liu covered his mouth and laughed, "Big Brother, we never expected that our eldest daughter-in-law would be such a lovely person."
Looking at Ernan nestled in his arms, Yang Zhengdao longed to pull her up and spank her like Wu Shihuo.
"Why did you come here? Aren't you afraid of getting lost?"
Ernan raised her head and winked at Yang Zhengdao: "The carriage stopped for a while at the entrance of Xingdaofang, so I sneaked off."
"Fangmen? How did you find your way here!?" Yang Zhengdao was startled. It wasn't a short distance from Fangmen to his residence, and his residence wasn't considered a high-class residence in Xingdaofang.
Ernan giggled, "I told Wuhou that I came to your house as a guest with my father, but I went out to play by myself and got lost!"
Yang Zhengdao let out a sigh of relief: "Let's go, I'll take you home. But my family doesn't have a carriage!"
"So, are you going to take me on a horse ride?"
The word "horse sex" instantly popped into Yang Zhengdao's mind.
He quickly composed himself, forgetting that utterly shameless thought—it was too much to bear.
Seeing that Ernan was clinging to his waist and wouldn't let go, Yang Zhengdao had no choice but to pick her up.
Er Nan wrapped her arms around Yang Zhengdao's neck and proudly raised her chin at Xi Youniang, making Xi Youniang stomp her feet in anger.
Once outside, Eryin, riding a horse and sitting in Yang Zhengdao's lap, was overjoyed.
She nestled against Yang Zhengdao's chest again, and said sweetly, "From now on, I'll call you Adao! That's what Aba calls you."
Yang Zhengdao felt that his forehead must be covered with black lines.
It's one thing for a little girl to call him Yang Zhengdao, but now she has to call him Adao!
Not knowing how to respond, he changed the subject: "Why was Aba willing to let you sit on his shoulders?"
Ernan chuckled again: "He didn't know what ants eat, so I told him!"
What do ants eat?
"Malt candy!"
Okay, what a waste of money! Maltose is so expensive!
Er Nan suddenly stopped laughing and said softly, "A Dao, I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Are we going to Lizhou?"
"Hmm! Can you take me there tomorrow?"
Yang Zhengdao resolutely refused: "No, I still need to go to the Martial Virtue Hall to practice martial arts!"
Ernan pouted and turned her little face to the side, looking like she wanted to coax me.
Yang Zhengdao ignored her; he had no interest in coaxing children.
Eryin pouted even more, but she quickly calmed herself down.
"Ah Dao, if you won't give me a gift, at least give me a poem, okay?"
Hearing the soft, pleading voice, Yang Zhengdao had no choice but to agree, since there were still nearly 50,000 poems left.
Eryin thought for a moment, then pressed his advantage, saying, "The title of the poem is 'Adao Sends Ernan to Lizhou!'"
"Okay!" Yang Zhengdao felt it was best to send this troublesome little devil back as soon as possible.
After pondering for a moment, he found a poem in the Complete Tang Poems and made some minor modifications to make it very fitting for the occasion.
The gates of Shu open one after another on the horizon; looking westward, we raise our cups in farewell.
Who would dare to disregard such etiquette? A daughter of a military family possesses exceptional talent.
Eryin listened to Yang Zhengdao finish reciting the poem, silently recited it in her mind, and then burst into laughter.
She nudged Yang Zhengdao's stomach with her small elbow, looking quite old-fashioned: "Adao, you flatter me."
Yang Zhengdao was both amused and exasperated, and reached out to rub the little head in his arms.
Before they even reached the gate of the town, they encountered a samurai named Huo who had come on horseback to look for someone.
Wu Shihuo bowed and apologized, "Young friend Yang, I'm sorry to have troubled you again."
Yang Zhengdao waved his hand: "You are too kind, Duke Ying. It is an honor for my humble abode that your daughter, Ernan, has come to visit us."
Faced with Yang Zhengdao's teasing, Wu Shihu could only laugh dryly and then glare at Ernan.
Eryin quickly shrank his neck.
Then the warrior grabbed Ernan, placed her across the horse, and slapped her twice on the buttocks.
When Ernan saw Yang Zhengdao smiling, her face immediately turned red.
She scolded playfully, "Can't you do it at home? Yang Zhengdao is watching!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Shihu blushed again, bowed to Yang Zhengdao, and rode away.
Yang Zhengdao could only shake his head and smile wryly at Eryin, who was still a mischievous child.
After returning home, I had dinner.
Yang Zhengdao then went to his study and began to conceive the final volume of "The Spring Screen".
The moon rises above the branches, and the night is deep and still.
Just as he was about to start writing, there was another soft creaking of the window, and Su Hongyi slipped into the room.
She was still dressed in a tight-fitting night outfit, still exuding the allure of a uniform.
Yang Zhengdao composed himself and began to write.
Now, Cui Qing, indulging in unrestrained pleasure and moral depravity, caused the death of his wife and the early demise of his legitimate son, yet he still insisted on reveling with his three cousins every night.
Little did they know that lust is a sharp knife that cuts to the bone; when consumed by lust, one eventually runs out of oil and the lamp dies. Cui Qingnian died at the young age of thirty-three on the bed of passion.
After Cui Qing's death, the vast family fortune vanished like an iceberg collapsing, turning into flowing water in an instant.
First, let's talk about Lu Jinlian. She gave birth to a son and a daughter for Cui Qing, but both of them were weak and sickly and died young.
It was a cruel twist of fate that Cui Qinggang died and then ran into Wu Song, the second son of the Wu family, who had just returned from hunting tigers.
While living in the Wu family, Lu Jinlian was insatiable and frequently seduced her husband's younger brother, Wu Song.
Wu Song pretended to want to marry her, and Lu Jinlian thought it was a stroke of good luck and happily went to his door.
Upon entering, he saw Wu Dalang's memorial tablet and realized it was a trap. Wu Song then stabbed him with a white knife and pulled out a red one, ripping open his chest and offering it as a sacrifice to his brother.
As for Zheng Ping'er, she gave birth to two sons for Cui Qing. One of them suffered from frequent epileptic seizures and coughs, while the other had a heart condition.
Therefore, Zheng Ping'er became a vegetarian and abstained from lust, and devoted herself to Buddhism every day. Unexpectedly, she became acquainted with the lewd monk Bianji.
Zheng Ping'er saw that both her sons were afflicted with chronic illnesses that had persisted for years, and that they both looked destined for a short life.
She lost her temper and became infatuated with him, her relationship with him becoming ambiguous and unclear.
Just then, Cui Qing passed away, and Zheng Ping'er took advantage of this turn of events to steal some valuables and elope with the lewd monk.
Then there's Wang Chunmei, who, after being taken by Cui Qing, conceived day and night, but her belly remained empty, which led to Cui Qing's disdain for her.
Having tasted the marrow, she knew its flavor. How could Wang Chunmei still be willing to stay alone in an empty room? She saw that there was a member of the Cui family named Zhou Bu'er, who had dark skin but was strong, so she seduced him.
She had a one-night stand and unexpectedly became pregnant. After ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to a son, who also had dark skin.
Cui Qingchu had not paid attention at first, but as the child grew up, his appearance did not resemble his at all. Just as he was beginning to suspect something and wanted to ask, he unexpectedly died.
From then on, Wang Chunmei had no more scruples and secretly had an affair with Zhou Bu'er after Cui Qing's funeral. The black boy also became a heir for the Cui family.
At midnight, Yang Zhengdao finally put down his pen.
He appropriated the classic scene of "the fragrance of lip rouge at midnight while guarding the lonely spirit" from the classic novel and placed it at the end of the third volume, pushing the absurdity of the tragedy to its climax.
As the saying goes, if you want to look good, wear mourning clothes.
The allure of the phrase "widow" perfectly illustrates the extreme conflict between selfish desires and ethics.
Yang Zhengdao couldn't help but shake his head with a bitter smile. This was the true decline of morality and the true distortion of human nature.
After a moment of reflection, he picked up his pen again and used two poems entitled "Like a Dream" to conclude this condensed version of the timeless masterpiece.
Poetry:
Spring's beauty fades, its fragrance as rich as wine, yet the warmth of Jade Mountain cannot suffice. Before the mirror, I loosen my red dress, and a single crabapple blossom bursts into crimson. Head bowed, head bowed, I smile and ask, "Is this place truly joyful?"
Another poem says:
In my drunken stupor, I sought countless fragrances; before the tent, I lavishly spent countless nights. White snow piled high like mutton fat; green silk and red gauze draped in the twilight. Look away, look away, for the fallen flowers have vanished without a trace.
Thus, the question and answer, "Is this place joyful?" and "Where have the fallen flowers gone?", subtly conveyed a cautionary message and passed the Empress Zhangsun's scrutiny.
Tonight, Su Hongyi appeared unusually quiet, but the expression on her face was far more interesting than when she was copying the first two volumes.
When she saw Lu Jinlian being killed and Wu Song, the tiger-slaying hero, getting his revenge, she felt a chill in her heart, realizing that the cycle of karma and retribution were clear.
When she saw Zheng Ping'er having an affair in front of the Buddha and eloping with Bianji with his wealth, she felt a deep sadness, thinking that there was no pure land in the world and that everything around her was filth and mud.
When she saw Wang Chunmei give birth to the black baby and conspire with Zhou Bu'er to seize the Cui family's property, she was struck by the absurdity of the world and the twists and turns of fate, and sighed with regret.
The flickering candlelight illuminated half of Su Hongyi's face, and for some reason, her eyes were red.
My heart is filled with indescribable emotions, pulling and screaming within me.
She lamented her origins, born as a shadow in a green robe, destined to be nothing more than a shadow for the rest of her life.
She doesn't know her father or mother, only her master who raised her.
Her master was Hongni, so she was also Hongni.
She was also grateful to have met Dalang, who was a ray of light that freed her from the darkness.
She remembered the bright afternoon sun when she first met Dalang, and she remembered the bright moonlight outside the window when she held Dalang that night.
She was even somewhat grateful to the prostitute from the Caiyi brothel; otherwise, she probably wouldn't have had the courage to tear open Dalang's long trousers in her entire life.
But at that moment, she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively placed her hand on her lower abdomen.
Her face drained of color instantly, her lips trembled, and her eyes were filled with panic.
At that moment, Yang Zhengdao happened to notice Su Hongyi's unusual behavior.
His brows furrowed instantly, and he grasped Su Hongyi's cold little hand tightly: "Hongyi, what's wrong?"
Su Hongyi had never felt so helpless. She bit her lower lip hard, her voice trembling, "Big Brother—I—Is I pregnant?"
this!!
Yang Zhengdao's heart tightened immediately.
Su Hongyi was clearly frightened by his words "hit the target in one fell swoop".
Although it's just a story, who can really say for sure about these things?
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he instinctively said, "It can't be that simple, can it? What a coincidence!"
He immediately realized how awful his words were.
He patted Su Hongyi's small hand, pulled her into his arms, and comforted her, "Don't overthink it. Just relax. I will take responsibility for you."
"I don't want you—uh-oh—"
At times like these, a thousand words of comfort are not as effective as a kiss. And if a kiss isn't enough, then let's have sex.
If I really get pregnant, I'll deal with whatever comes my way; I can't let myself suffer.
When a person dies and hangs upside down, there's no hope of saving them, so they should eat well and have some good food.
The moment their lips touched, Su Hongyi felt her mind go blank; all her worries and fears vanished instantly.
Next, their lips met, and she felt like she was suffocating, as if all the blood in her body was rushing to her head.
They no longer cared about the Green Robe Shadow or the Lijing Gate; even death would be worth it.
But Dalang's hand————
No!
She used the last of her strength to break free.
After taking a deep breath, she finally regained her senses, but anxiety and worry once again filled her heart.
Yang Zhengdao wiped his mouth and couldn't help but exhale a breath of stale air.
If he really wins the lottery, he can simply go and confess to Li Er; he believes Li Er won't kill him.
In the future, just like in history, he will be content to be a mascot of the Zhenguan era, a nobody in Chang'an.
His gaze swept over Su Hongyi from head to toe. Those legs, that waist, that treasure—it was worth it.
Whether he's drunk with thirteen beauties or thirty, he will be responsible for every girl.
Not one can be missing!
Su Hongyi stared at the toes through the baby.
After a long while, she secretly looked up, only to see the gaze that Da Lang was giving her, as if he could strip her naked.
Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she couldn't help but scold him playfully, "What time is it? Why are you still thinking about that!"
Yang Zhengdao chuckled, then suddenly thought of a question: "Red Robe, when did your period end?"
"Ah?" She was taken aback for a moment, but then she remembered that Dalang had won the favor of the Immortal Sun and must be well-versed in medicine, so she said shyly, "Two days before that day."
"Excellent! Excellent!" Yang Zhengdao felt relieved, but it also strengthened his resolve to go to the Western Regions.
As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. He seized this opportunity to go to the Western Regions to manage things well there, so as to leave himself a way out.
Anyway, he would never use those sheep intestines.
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