Chapter 2: The Villain as a Ghost
"Hey, Hong Yi, how come you didn't open the door after calling for so long, you had to ask me to use a kick!"
At the doorway appeared a woman wearing a goose yellow mixed color fur coat, with a fair face and eyes like pointing paint, and her age was also around fifteen or sixteen years old.
This woman dressed very expensive, speak also very nonchalant, but Hong Yi is known, her name is Ning, Houfu east "cloud Pavilion Zhai" second lady's personal maidservant.
Yun Ting Zhai is the marquis of the second house of Mrs. Fang's residence, the second house of Mrs. Fang is the flat wife of the Marquis of Wu Wen, his mother's family is a merchant, itself also donated to the government, rich and status, the status of the marquis in the middle of the house is not as good as the big house of Mrs. Zhao, but also be able to talk.
Therefore, Yun Ting Zhai's maidservants and slaves are superior.
Although Hong Yi is the young master of the Marquis, but a "lowly" dead concubine's son, no one will take him as a matter of fact, not to mention, the entire Marquis people know that Mrs. Zhao of the big house has no good feelings towards Hong Yi.
Hong Yi's monthly allowance is also the least.
Up and down the entire marquis house, there are three houses of wives, four houses of concubines, even with housekeepers, slave girls, domestic servants, guards, a total of seven to eight hundred mouths to feed, individuals have a division of labor, like a hierarchical ******.
"Do you have something?" After Hong Yi opened the door, he still sat back in his chair, picked up the book, and did not look at this maidservant.
Xiao Ning looked at the charcoal burning inside the room, because of the poor quality, there is a smell, and smoke smoked eyes, can not help but despise the warped mouth.
"Miss yesterday and the Rong Wang Fu's Yongchun County Lord played the qin against poetry, Yongchun County Lord purred a line of poetry, the result is no next line, Miss asked me to ask you, hey, are you listening?"
Seeing Hong Yi sitting back at the table, picking up the book and flipping through it, Xiao Ning said in annoyance.
"What?" Hong Yi's eyebrows furrowed, blood rushed to his face, his fists clenched slightly, taking his eyes to look at this Xiao Ning.
Xiao Ning also saw the blood surging to Hong Yi's face, both fists slightly clenched, not only did he not collect himself, instead, he raised his eyes high, revealing a look that said, "Even if you're the young master, but I'm treating you like this, what can you do to me? Come and beat me up!" The expression came.
"What poem?" After a moment of annoyance, Hong Yi took a deep breath and calmed down, his fists gently unclenched and his tone turned calm.
"It really is useless." Xiao Ning saw Hong Yi endure, and muttered in his heart, "When County Lord Yongchun was playing the zither, she said, 'My heart is already in turmoil before I play today', and then bitterly pondered the next sentence. Miss ordered me to ask you, hoping that you would correct the next sentence."
"The heart is already in turmoil before playing today?" Hong Yi pondered, "The heart is in turmoil when playing the zither, that's because you can't set your own mind, so I'll match it up with the sentence, this heart is not by anyone."
"Today has not played the heart has been messed up, this heart Yuan since not by people." Hong Yi drew out a piece of white paper and wrote a line in cursive on it with thick ink.
"What is this?"
Xiao Ning saw the words in cursive like a dragon and serpent, only read a little, literate a few words of the maidservant, where and recognize it.
"You're a servant, and you don't know the words, why do you ask so much." Hong Yi coldly said, "Send it over is."
"You ....."
Xiao Ning saw Hong Yi's gaze when he said he couldn't read, the joints of her fingers cooed twice, showing good hands, while her stern gaze looked over.
Obviously, this Xiao Ning had practiced boxing and kicking.
"This Hong Yi is clearly unarmed and weak. Yet why isn't he afraid? I practiced kung fu with Miss also practiced to a certain level of fire, in front of ordinary people have power, this Hong Yi although is a young master, but in the marquis house inside the big madam is not liked .... The most you can do to bully him is to be reprimanded..... Besides, I recently learned the grappling hand, took someone, only pain for a few days, tendons and bones will not be injured ......."
Xiao Ning's eyes showed a fierce light, walked forward two steps, pretended to pick up Hong Yi's paper, but in his heart, he was calculating that when he picked it up, he would use a clever maneuver to unload Hong Yi's hand and tell him to be in pain for a few days.
"You made a move against me, aren't you afraid of being exiled for 3,000 miles!"
Just as Xiao Ning raised his step, Hong Yi suddenly spoke, his voice harsh.
"The laws of Da Qian, assaulting a scholar with a meritorious title in his possession is but to be exiled for 3,000 li. Don't you mistake yourself!"
This sudden sound and color of Hong Yi's voice scared Xiao Ning into a shiver.
"Who's going to make a move on you, I'm taking the paper, you're the young master, how can we as subordinates dare to be angry with you." Xiao Ning took a step back, arms extended, took the paper, turned around and walked out.
"Hmph, only able to make poems and write words, with no hands, a hundred useless is a scholar."
Xiao Ning went 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?
"Hush ....."
After seeing Xiao Ning leave, Hong Yi took a long breath, "Sure enough, encountering a villain is the same as encountering a ghost, you must not be weak in qi, as soon as you are weak, he will get an inch. If you are strong, it won't dare to come near you. This Cao Tang Notebook uses ghosts as a metaphor for people, but it is a great theory."
Hong Yi sat down again and flipped out a story he had read before, scratching heavy marks with his brush.
This story is about Li Yan himself once reading late at night, encountered a ghost, the ghost showed its form and asked Li Yan if he was afraid! Li Yan immediately said in a stern voice, "No!" The ghost asked again, Li Yan's voice was louder, the ghost finally said: "As long as you say afraid, I will leave immediately, no longer haunt you." Li Yan said loudly, "Not afraid is not afraid." The ghost finally had no choice but to disappear in disgust.
Later, someone said to Li Yan, "You don't have Taoism and can't cure ghosts, so why don't you compromise and say you're afraid. What are you going to do in case the ghost really pounces on you."
Li Yan said, "It is precisely because I don't know Taoism and can't cure ghosts that I can't be afraid, and once I'm afraid, my breath will be weak and he will really pounce on me."
"A resourceful and deceitful villain, just like a ghost or monster ah."
Hong Yi reread the story, remembering the slave girl Xiao Ning that he just encountered, he felt that the villain was really like a ghost and monster, just now, if he didn't scare her, maybe the other party would really dare to do it.
"But scaring is not the king's way, I still need to practice martial arts, a scholar should be good at bow and horse shooting before he can be considered an authentic scholar. But I really don't have this condition, but think of a way to be good."
Hong Yi has long moved to practice martial arts, but really do not have the conditions.
To practice riding and shooting, a good horse is worth thousands of gold, and a good bow is also worth a hundred gold. Even if these are not wanted, practicing unarmed combat, it is even more important to hire a teacher, these are all things that Hong Yi cannot do.
There are also martial arts guards in the Marquis' residence, but who is willing to touch Hong Yi and touch the Great Lady's bad luck?
"I heard that the Great Qian Dynasty once compiled two great books during the founding of the country, one was the Martial Scripture and the other was the Taoist Scripture, which talked about practicing martial arts and cultivating immortality, spilling out millions of words. It's a pity that it became a banned book later on, if I could borrow and copy it, that would be great."
Hong Yi pondered.
