Rise From the Humble

The little girls at the door were like lucky cats, holding their hands together and saying auspicious words, but their small bodies were blocking the door, refusing to let Zhu Ping'an in.

The formation of these girls blocking the door was clearly arranged by someone.

By the way, if I can't even enter the bridal chamber, my mother Chen will probably grab me early tomorrow morning, take me to the ancestral hall, and make me kneel in front of the neatly arranged memorial tablets of my ancestors to repent.

There are three kinds of unfilial piety, the greatest of which is to have no descendants. You can't even enter the bridal chamber. How can you face your ancestors?

I can even think of my mother Chen’s preaching words.

Therefore, no matter what you do next, you must at least enter the bridal chamber first. Only after entering the bridal chamber can you get along with your parents.

Looking at the six Lucky Cat girls blocking the door, Zhu Pingan shook his head and smiled slightly, then put his hand into his pocket again under their excited eyes, and then groped around.

When the little girls saw that Zhu Ping'an was about to give out red envelopes to everyone again, they were all excited, just like puppies waiting for their master's big bones.

They were not disappointed. When Zhu Pingan took his hand out of his pocket, a stack of red envelopes appeared in his hand again.

The six little girls were like puppies seeing bones, blinking their bright eyes and looking straight at the red envelope in Zhu Pingan's hand.

"Thank you for your blessings, and I would like to express my sincere thoughts."

Zhu Pingan looked at the six lucky cats and nodded, then waved the red envelope in his hand in front of everyone, and then sprinkled it on their heads.

It’s raining red envelopes.

The Lucky Cat girls who were all at the door saw the red envelopes falling from the sky. They all raised their little butts with excitement and went to grab the red envelopes. They had quick eyes and quick hands and scrambled to grab the red envelopes. As for the important task of blocking the door, it was already long ago. It was forgotten.

Zhu Pingan took advantage of these girls sticking out their buttocks to grab red envelopes, and took two quick steps, passed through the second door among them, and entered the second courtyard smoothly.

"Yeah, my uncle has come in."

A little girl who had grabbed two red envelopes looked up and saw that her uncle had walked into the second courtyard, and she couldn't help but knock her head regretfully.

"Ah? Why did you go in so quickly? The lady will definitely blame us." The other little girls also looked remorseful and confused.

"It's all your fault for being greedy." A little girl complained about the girl who was the first to grab the red envelope.

"You all robbed it too." The girl was not to be outdone.

Then, the six little girls could only look at Zhu Pingan's figure walking forward, regretting that they were greedy.

The joy in the second yard is even more intense. Lucky bamboo, roses, lilies, lover's grass and some colorful flowers add to the festive atmosphere. Rose petals pave a path, adding to the feeling of a daughter's home. The rouge gouache smell is also relatively stronger.

"Congratulations to my uncle, I wish you good luck."

The ones guarding the Second Entry Courtyard should be the second-class girls of the Li family. They are slightly two years older than the six girls just now and are better dressed. After Zhu Pingan walked into the Second Entrance Courtyard, these second-class girls The girl walked to Zhu Pingan in small steps, put her hands on her waist and bent her knees to say hello.

"Same joy, same joy." Zhu Ping'an replied with cupped hands.

The old rule was to give out red envelopes first. Zhu Pingan reached out and took out a few red envelopes to give to these second-class girls. Generally speaking, on the day of the wedding, the groom is almost like a boy giving away money, handing out red envelopes. No matter what he does, giving out red envelopes will never go wrong.

"Giggle. My uncle is a famous talent in Ming Dynasty. Why do you always send out these copper-smelling things?"

"That's right, my uncle is the number one scholar, why are you just sending us away with these vulgar things?"

Several second-class girls at the door giggled and shook their heads. They did not receive the red envelopes. They had other tasks.

"Oh, what do you want?" Zhu Pingan, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, smiled slightly and was not surprised at all by their behavior.

"Of course it's the pen and ink article. My uncle is the number one scholar, and his writing talent is naturally the best in the Ming Dynasty. If my uncle's pen and ink article satisfies my lady, the slaves will let my uncle in to see my lady."

The second-class girl at the front nodded vigorously after hearing Zhu Pingan's inquiry, and then said with a smile.

"That's right, that's right, my uncle has won the first prize in the exam, so of course he has to write an article."

"I have to write poems, lyrics, and articles for my young lady. Only when my young lady is satisfied can I go in and see my young lady."

"My aunt has to show off his talents as a top scholar. If he doesn't write well, he will be admitted to the Jinluan Palace, but not to the bridal chamber."

The other girls chirped in agreement, saying that Zhu Pingan was the number one scholar in the Ming Dynasty. They all asked Zhu Pingan to write poems and articles, and then they showed them to Li Shu. If the written articles satisfied Li Shu, they would let him go. Zhu Ping'an goes in. If he doesn't write well, he won't be able to get in.

Oh, it turns out that this level is Wen, Zhu Pingan smiled and nodded.

Writing poetry and articles is not difficult for Zhu Pingan. If he can pass the first prize, he will win the first prize in pen and ink articles. He has an absolute advantage in this aspect. In addition, I have hundreds of years of experience ahead of them, and there are countless excellent poems and articles from the Qing Dynasty and modern times.

Therefore, Zhu Pingan has no pressure on this.

"Uncle, here are pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and a stick of burning incense. I have to finish it before the incense burns out. If the time passes, I will have to live in the guest room, haha."

"Uncle, I only have time for one stick of incense."

"It's written, you don't have to be dissatisfied."

A few girls chattered and led Zhu Ping'an to a place beside the second door. Here there was a set of tables and chairs with red characters on them, and a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the table. There is a red candle burning on the table, and there are two big red lanterns next to it. Under the illumination of the red candle and the lanterns, the table and chairs are brightly lit.

"This slave is grinding ink for my uncle."

A little girl also volunteered to help Zhu Ping'an grind ink. She rolled up her sleeves and exposed her beautiful wrists. Under the candlelight, her skin looked very white and delicate, and it was obvious that she had carefully taken care of it.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself."

Zhu Pingan shook his head and declined the girl's kindness. He sat down and took the inkstone, studying the ink while thinking about what to write.

Li Shu is not an ordinary girl.

I have seen this girl's intelligence and scheming since she was a child. Ordinary poems, songs and articles would probably be difficult to impress this girl.

But the good news is that this girl likes me. Although I don't understand the reason, this girl seems to have liked me a long time ago. If I hadn't tasted Li Shu's cooking on the island and tasted like her chef, I probably wouldn't have discovered this secret until now. Of course, it also shows from one aspect that it is difficult to guess what Li Shu is thinking.

A woman's heart is as deep as the sea, and it is not that simple to write a piece of writing that satisfies Li Shu.