Chapter 206 Ancient Literature (IX)
Chu Yun's face turned red immediately. When she looked up, she saw that Duan Fuqing's face was not much better.
"Put it down!"
Chu Yun was so frightened by his shout that he threw the thing in his hand away, and it fell on Duan Fuqing's shoes.
Duan Fuqing shook it off and ran out of the door, covering his face with the fan.
"I...I really don't know..."
How could Chu Yun have imagined that such a thing existed in ancient times? It felt so thick and crudely made... How could it be comfortable?
"001! Tell me, how did you recognize this as...? Are you..."
Chu Yun's suspicious voice frightened 001.
"Heaven and earth are my witnesses! I...I haven't used it!"
001 just thought it looked a bit similar, and said it casually, but he didn't expect that he actually guessed it right.
When getting on the carriage, Duan Fuqing sat in it, and Chu Yun was pushed into the corner as soon as he got in.
Chu Yun didn't care, as long as there was a cushion under his butt and he didn't have to sit in the front.
Duan Fuqing couldn't calm down for a long time. There were so many rouge and powder on the table, how could the little idiot find that one box accurately... and take it out to show him as if it was nothing.
The little fool doesn't look like he has ever suffered. His hands are so white and his body is so soft. I heard that there is a secret medicine in brothels that can make people become charming after taking it.
Could this little idiot have come from a brothel?!
Duan Fuqing was so angry about his own thoughts that he couldn't maintain the smile he always wore when he went out, and he turned his face away for the first time.
He knew that the men and women in the brothel were helpless, and the little fool was already pitiful, but he just couldn't stop his anger.
He wanted to throw the chessboard used for self-cultivation directly. The little fool sat in the corner, huddled together, probably frightened by him. He lowered his head and rubbed his fingers nervously, looking even more pitiful.
His anger subsided again.
The little idiot had a knack for making him mad as hell, but also for calming him down quickly.
The little fool was so dumb, picky about food and cried a lot. Duan Fuqing felt a little depressed when he thought about how he might have been forced by others in the brothel before. He was not angry, but heartbroken.
As long as the little idiot follows him and does his job well in the future, he will promise not to kick him out.
"Why are you sitting so far away? Come here."
Duan Fuqing patted the seat next to him.
The little fool looked at him straight with a pair of bright eyes, his face blank. It was still quite hot in the summer, his forehead was slightly sweaty, and his little face was flushed by the heat. He looked like a fresh and juicy peach in his pink clothes.
Duan Fuqing was a little thirsty, so he poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp.
At this time, the little fool hesitated and sat over slowly.
Duan Fuqing knew that his bad temper had scared him. He took out a paper bag and opened it. Inside was a jujube flower pastry made from a famous pastry shop. The aroma was particularly overbearing.
He was like a hunter, holding out bait to attract the attention of his prey.
The little idiot's eyes lit up for a moment, and then he secretly looked up at himself.
Duan Fuqing broke off a piece of jujube flower pastry, held it in his hand and handed it forward. When the little fool raised his hand to take it, he pulled it back.
"You can't eat with your hands. I'll feed you."
The fourth sister, born to the third concubine, loves to raise birds. She often shows off those ugly parrots that look like bald chickens all over the garden. The bald chickens are also smart. They will only eat if the fourth sister feeds them. When he was feeding the bald chickens, he was almost pecked.
"Hahaha... Third brother, Xiaolu doesn't like you, haha..."
The fourth sister's ridicule echoed in his ears, but Duan Fuqing smiled indifferently. What's the point of a bald chicken? The little fool is the most interesting.
Chu Yun opened his mouth and took it. He didn't feel humiliated at all to be fed. The jujube flowers were so oily and he just didn't want to get his hands on it.
Duan Fuqing would feel that he was in control of Chu Yun, while Chu Yun would feel that he was serving her.
But Duan Fuqing stopped feeding him halfway, and Chu Yun pulled his sleeve in confusion.
"I haven't eaten enough yet, I want more!"
Duan Fuqing seemed to understand what he was saying. He patted his hand to comfort him and told him not to be anxious.
Chu Yun only saw Duan Fuqing take out a scroll of calligraphy and a few blank sheets of rice paper.
Chu Yun guessed what Duan Fuqing wanted to do. He let go of his sleeves, yawned and pretended to be asleep.
"Be more alert. Learn to write today. I don't want illiterate people in the bamboo courtyard."
The little fool is used to being lazy, but it is absolutely unacceptable if he can't understand, speak, or recognize words. Does he have to keep using gestures to express himself?
Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Chu Yun accepted his fate and sat down at the small table.
Duan Fuqing first held the brush and wrote three words in a casual manner. Each stroke was highly coherent and the words were very beautiful.
"You know what this is? My name."
Duan Fuqing became patient at this time. He pointed at himself and then at the words on the paper, repeating this several times before Chu Yun finally understood.
So Chu Yun also wrote his own name and pointed at himself.
"That's my name."
Duan Fuqing naturally couldn't understand it.
Chu Yun thought about it and then lifted the curtain of the carriage window and pointed outside.
"Yun, my name is Chu Yun."
Duan Fuqing was smart and quick-witted, and he understood what Chu Yun wanted to express after a little thought.
"Tree? Do you mean your name is Tree? Or Sky?"
Duan Fuqing drew a simple tree on the paper, and Chu Yun shook his head.
Chu Yun took it and drew a cloud.
"So her name is Xiaoyun..."
Chu Yun and Duan Fuqing spent the whole morning practicing calligraphy. His back and waist ached, and even with a cushion he couldn't sit in the carriage for too long as it was still too bumpy and tiring.
He felt that these ancient people were so pitiful. Even rich people had difficulty traveling with horse-drawn carriages, so what about ordinary people?
Seeing that Chu Yun was tired, Duan Fuqing shouted "Stop, take a break". After a few times, Chu Yun learned the word "stop" and he also shouted "stop" in an awkward way.
Because they stopped and walked all the time, they didn't make it to the next inn at noon and could only eat in the wilderness.
The meal wasn't very good either, just some sesame seed cakes bought that morning and some tea. Duan Fuqing was used to traveling, so he wasn't picky. Fu Lai was even less picky.
Chu Yun was not like that. He could be picky about what he wore, but he had to be picky about what he ate. He didn't touch the sesame seed bun at all and ate all the remaining jujube flower pastry. Duan Fuqing let him eat.
"Third Young Master, this kid is so greedy that he doesn't even want to eat the sesame cake. It's quite fragrant with sesame paste in it."
Fu Lai couldn't help but start to tease. He thought that a gentle person like the Third Young Master would just say "Just eat it", but he didn't expect the Third Young Master to nod in agreement:
"I'm a little too greedy."
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