When Young Master Zhao came out of Prime Minister Zhang's study, the sound of the second watch drum could be heard in the distance.

The time spent with idols really goes by very quickly.

Zhao Hao tightened his fur collar cloak and exhaled a long breath of white air. The bright lights in the courtyard and the cold stars in the sky were shining together. The night was really beautiful and moving.

Mr. Zhao, who had passed three levels and defeated five generals, was now relaxed and in a very happy mood. It was as if he had achieved some great victory. Naturally, everything he saw was pleasing to the eye.

But he did not leave in a hurry. He just stood in the courtyard of Zhang's mansion, quietly admiring the intoxicating night view.

After clearing a level, there is usually a reward. If he can't get it, he will stay here tonight.

Fortunately, his idol was on the same wavelength as him, so he didn't have to wait long before Zhao Hao heard a burst of hurried footsteps.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a graceful figure running towards him with that familiar fragrance.

Zhao Hao quickly opened his arms, and the girl threw herself into his arms regardless of everything.

Fortunately, there is double cushioning, so it doesn’t hurt at all and it’s very comfortable... I’m talking about the thick clothes on the two of them.

Xiao Zhuzi didn't care where they were and hugged his waist tightly, tightly, as if she wanted the distance between them to become a negative number.

Even if the Lord ordered her to do so, she would not let go.

Zhao Hao took a deep breath and greedily sniffed the beauty's scent that infatuated him.

But it was not enough. He lowered his head, and Zhang Xiaojing also raised her head with emotion. Their eyes met, and they saw burning love in each other's eyes.

At this moment, words were redundant, and the four lips slowly pressed together, tightly, like the Magdeburg hemisphere, as if they could never be separated again...

Sixiu, Maoxiu and others were hiding behind a rockery not far away. When they saw all this, they were all stunned.

"Sister is so shameless..." Yunxiu, the youngest child except for the little brother who is still breastfeeding, said angrily: "I have been waiting until now and still haven't had a chance to talk to the master, and she cuts in line again."

"Shut up." Mao Xiu and Jian Xiu glared at him at the same time. Afraid that he would make another noise and alarm the people in the yard, Jian Xiu even covered his little brother's mouth.

"What are you doing?" The eldest brother's scolding voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"We were watching the kiss...Oh no, we're worried that our sister will suffer." Mao Xiu and Jian Xiu said embarrassedly.

"Why don't you go back to sleep? You are so young and yet you are learning all this nonsense!" Jing Xiu kicked the two men and shouted, "Learn from your second brother. He doesn't even look at people!"

But Zhang Sixiu just looked up at the bright moon, and he really had no time to look at the kiss.

"Which came first, the chicken or the egg?" The second son of the Zhang family was heard mumbling to himself. It turned out that he had not yet walked out of the maze of logic.

"Idiot, the chicken must have come first!" Zhang Jingxiu kicked him in frustration. None of them are decent.

"Why did the chicken come first?" The second son of the Zhang family looked at his eldest brother in confusion.

"Because it is the oldest profession." Zhang Jingxiu rolled his eyes and said, "I'm so bored..."

“Hahahaha…” Maoxiu, worthy of being the future top scholar, actually understood it.

"Shh..." Zhang Jingxiu quickly covered his mouth and kicked and dragged his brothers away.

Because when he counted the gifts, he found that the so-called daily pens, ink, paper and inkstone of his brother-in-law were not for him to write at all, but antiques from the Song Dynasty for him to enjoy - the pen was Zhan Cheng pen, the ink was Cheng Yan ink, the inkstone was Tang Xun inkstone, and the paper was Yi'an paper.

The Song Dynasty, like the Guo Dynasty, was an era of literary revelry. Moreover, the literati of the Song Dynasty were rich and elegant, and were admired by the scholars of this dynasty... just like the intellectuals four hundred years later, who yearned for the Republic of China. They madly imitated their hobbies and pursued the cultural relics they left behind.

However, unlike the masters of the Republic of China who quarreled with each other, slept with female students, and joined low-key clubs on a daily basis, the literati of the Song Dynasty were indeed able to display true elegance.

For example, the set of pens Zhao Hao gave to his brother-in-law has eight pens in total. The pen barrels are made of eight different materials: chicken-feather bamboo, mottled bamboo, brown bamboo, carved lacquer, green lacquer, conch, ivory, and rhinoceros horn. They were made by Zhan Cheng, a famous pen-making master during the reign of Emperor Gaozong of Song. On the small pen barrel, figures, landscapes, flowers, trees, and birds are engraved according to their different colors and patterns. The carvings are extremely exquisite, and each pen has its own fine details, which are as thin as a thread and delicate and movable.

The rest of the ink, paper and inkstone were all made by masters of the Song Dynasty, and are rare. Among them, there is a mark of Huang Tingjian on the Tang Xun inkstone... The brother-in-law was so happy.

Is it still human to accept gifts but not do the work? Of course, the elder brother-in-law should give gifts to his brother-in-law, clear out the eyesores, and let him kiss boldly, kiss as much as he wants, and kiss until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble!

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Flowers are bright, the moon is dark, and the mist is light. I want to go to my lover tonight. I walk barefoot on the fragrant steps, holding my golden shoes. I see you on the south side of the painting hall, always leaning against me and trembling. It is difficult for me to come out, so I ask you to pity me as much as you want.

In the courtyard, Zhao Hao wrapped Xiao Zhuzi tightly in his arms with his cloak. The two of them were being affectionate and talking sweet words to each other, and they didn't feel cold at all.

"Xiaojing, you've lost a lot of weight..." Master Zhao used his hand as a ruler and came to a heartbreaking conclusion.

"What kind of life have I been through this year? How could I not lose weight?" Zhang Xiaojing murmured in his arms, "I even went on hunger strike several times."

"Hey, why are you so stupid? Didn't I say that we would be successful if we go to Beijing within this year?" Mr. Zhao said this now with full confidence.

"Yeah, people should have more confidence in you. It turns out you are not bragging, you actually did it..." Xiao Zhuzi's heart was so happy that it exploded.

"Maybe this is called love..." Mr. Zhao sighed deeply, he didn't know how to explain it. He spent a lot of money to open the way, cried, acted cute, and recognized a thief as his father... Oh no, those things of recognizing an idol as his father, it's really not glorious, it's better not to explain.

"Is this what you call love? That's so wonderful..." Zhang Xiaojing didn't ask any more questions. She was so happily incapable of thinking.

Over the past year, Xiao Zhuzi has been worried that Zhao Hao was talking nonsense and underestimated the difficulty of convincing his father.

Even if Zhao Hao came to her house today, she would not have any confidence at all.

In her opinion, her father was simply invincible. Even if she cried, made a fuss, or even threatened to hang herself, he would remain unmoved. How could Zhao Hao make her father nod his head?

She had thought it through. If it didn't work out, she would just elope, and then the rice would become a pot crust...

Unexpectedly, the baggage was packed, and the personal maid Qianyi who asked her for information sent her positive signals:

After noon, Qianyi told her that a monster from Kunshan appeared in Dashamao Hutong, so double guards were added in front and behind the embroidery building to prevent her from taking a single step.

After a cup of tea, Qianyi saw from the top of the wall that the unspeakable man-eating devil, led by the eldest young master, was approaching the back hall.

Then after a long wait, when it was getting dark, the despicable and shameless thief entered the warm room to have dinner with the master and his mistress.

After dinner, Zhao Hao followed the master to the study.

Then, he learned from the maid who served him meals that Master Zhao already called his wife "mother"...

After a while, the lady sent a message saying that the young lady's house arrest order had been lifted and she could go to see her brother-in-law at any time.

Finally, Qianyi reported excitedly that the master had sent the eldest son over, asking Miss to meet your ideal husband who is both rich and handsome, and unparalleled in the world!

Zhang Xiaojing felt like she was in a dream. She could hardly believe her ears. Her father, who was as solid as a rock and invincible, was defeated by Master Zhao?

There is no baby in my belly...

It was only under the urging of Qianyi, who had already assumed the role of a maid, that she hurriedly dressed herself and rushed out to meet her lover openly.

Because she was so happy, she didn't pursue the matter of Zhao Hao's random gift of poems, nor did she pester him to write a poem for her.

Today, Xiao Zhuzi doesn’t want to be a hipster.

I just want to be a little woman surrounded by love and feel the happiness with all my heart.

Hug, kiss, say some irrelevant silly words, give each star and each lamp a warm name...

I hope that lovers can finally get married, and feel what it means to be like me.

like.

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In the master bedroom of the back house, Zhang Juzheng was sitting there restlessly, constantly asking outside:

"Is the young lady back?"

"No..." The answer is always the same.

"Hey, why haven't you come back yet?" Mr. Zhang was so anxious that he turned around and around: "This is outrageous, outrageous. Don't even think about going out again in the future!"

"Master, can't you just sit still for a while?" Gu was admiring the "Spring Morning in the Han Palace". Because she couldn't appreciate the painting under the lamp, she put the scroll on another long table, which was blocked by Zhang Juzheng's swaying. "You interrupted me, and I didn't count how many palace maids there were in the painting."

"What time is it? Ah!" Zhang Juzheng pointed at the clock which showed eleven o'clock and said angrily, "How can you still sit still? Are you my biological mother?"

"My own mother didn't let my daughter go out tonight." Gu retorted, and continued to indulge in the various beauties in the Han Palace in this long scroll. Everyone was dressed in bright clothes and in different postures, doing nothing but busy at the same time. Just appreciating the story in the painting, one could watch it for a long time.

"You..." Zhang Juzheng was choked by her. He was used to being a leader, and subconsciously wanted to distinguish rewards and punishments. Since Zhao Hao performed well today, of course he had to reward him heavily. It was not until his daughter did not come back that he realized how stupid it was to use his daughter as a prize. That was simply cutting out the flesh of an old father!

Suddenly, Gu shouted excitedly: "Come and see, there is also the scene where Mao Yanshou painted a portrait of Wang Zhaojun!"

"Oh, really?" Zhang Juzheng sighed inwardly. Never mind. It doesn't matter if he comes back early or late. The cabbages will be eaten by pigs. Never mind.

He then admired Qiu Shizhou's richly colored group portrait of beauties with Gu.

As soon as he saw those charming, youthful and beautiful girls, Bu Gu's mood really improved.

Hmm. Tomorrow, let You Qi buy a few more maids from Datong...

With General Qi’s help, who isn’t still a teenager?