Rise From the Humble

The Tao Te Ching is a masterpiece written by the pre-Qin scholars before hundreds of schools of thought separated. It is divided into two classics, the Tao Jing and the De Jing, with a total of more than 5,000 words. For such a masterpiece of Taoism, Zhu Ping'an was already familiar with it, and writing it silently was as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water.

When Zhu Ping'an silently wrote in the "Tao Jing" "Know the male, guard the female, it is the stream of the world. It is the stream of the world, and the virtue will never leave, and it will return to the baby." Li Shu in the bathroom also finished bathing, like snow jade I got out of the bathtub.

After half an hour, Zhu Pingan wrote more than 2,100 words, and finally calmed down his hot blood. The first second Li Shu walked into the study, he announced that his efforts had failed again, and he returned to the study overnight. Before liberation, my mouth was dry and my blood was even hotter than before.

Li Shu had just finished taking a shower and walked into the study with the moist scent of rose petals. She was wrapped in a white Chinese-style double-breasted bathrobe, and her wet hair was draped over her shoulders. Her hair was still dripping with water, soaking through the bathrobe. A large piece, close to Li Shu's white and tender skin, was hazy, making it even more attractive.

Li Shu tied her bathrobe with a bow that was about to fly. The bow was vivid, as if it were really a butterfly. It seemed that the bow would fly away and the bathrobe would slip off in the next second.

With slender feet and lotus steps, she walked lightly into the study.

Hearing the sound, Zhu Pingan held a writing brush and looked up at the door, just in time to see Li Shu in a bathrobe walking into the study. The most beautiful thing is a beauty out of the bath. The blood that he had worked hard to calm down became hot again. Zhu Pingan couldn't help but feel dry in his mouth and hot blood.

This fiery little goblin is really going to kill you.

Zhu Pingan's Adam's apple rose and fell, and an uncontrollable swallowing sound sounded in the study, which was very eye-catching.

Li Shu's eyes became brighter. She pushed her long black hair to the back of her neck with her slender hands. She looked at Zhu Pingan with a smile and said, "My husband is still practicing calligraphy. It's so hard. It's hot today and my husband has been tired for another day. Let’s drink a cup of hot tea to moisten your throat first. In the summer weather, Tieguanyin is the most suitable. It can relieve the heat and reduce the internal heat.”

Li Shu's inadvertent action of lifting her hair caught Zhu Pingan's eyes, captivated Zhu Pingan's rationality, and triggered the fuse that exploded Zhu Pingan's blood, instantly making Zhu Pingan's stable circulation blood boil and agitate.

As soon as Li Shu finished speaking, the little maid Baozi walked in holding a cup of hot tea.

Li Shu took the hot tea from the little maid Baozi's hand. Holding the hot tea in her slender hand, she walked to the desk with graceful steps. She placed the teacup in front of Zhu Pingan with graceful movements. Her lips parted slightly and she said softly: "My husband is sweating all over, his face is red, and he is very hot. Please drink some tea to moisten your throat."

Don’t you know why I’m sweating and my face is red? !

Zhu Pingan looked at Li Shu speechlessly.

At this time, Li Shu just leaned over and put down the tea cup. The bathrobe was already loose, but now it was even looser. When Zhu Ping'an saw it, there was more sweat on his forehead, and his face became redder. The rice paper under his hand was covered with a large smear. Ink ball.

Zhu Ping'an could swear to God that he didn't peek intentionally, it was purely unintentional.

"Husband, my husband's ink is smeared." Seeing this, Li Shu curved her beautiful eyes in a beautiful arc, lightly opened her red lips, called her husband twice in a sweet voice, and pointed at the rice paper to remind Zhu Ping'an.

"Ahem, I thought about today's confession and got distracted..."

Zhu Ping'an hurriedly withdrew his gaze, his old face turned red, he coughed twice, and made up an excuse, saying that his self-proclaimed determination was no match for the unconscious move of Li Shu, a goblin.

"Husband, you have been tired for a long day today. It is inevitable that you are not energetic. Let's have a cup of tea and rest for a while." Li Shu seemed to be unaware of Zhu Pingan's prying eyes, thinking that Zhu Pingan had inked the rice paper because of fatigue.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhu Ping'an took advantage of the slope to dismount, covered up his embarrassment, picked up the teacup, and drank from the cow.

"How can you waste tea like this? This is the Anxi tribute tea that was hard to come by, but you chewed the peonies." Li Shujiao was furious.

"I drank it all, and it was ruined there." Zhu Pingan wiped his mouth.

"Although you drank it all, you also wasted this cup of good tea. Don't you know how to taste tea three times? The first is the color, the second is the fragrance, and the third is the taste. Only after three sips can you know the taste, and only after three sips can you be tempted. . If you drink it all in one gulp, you are not chewing peonies and wasting natural resources." Li Shu rolled her eyes at Zhu Ping'an and said angrily.

"One sip is for drinking, two sips are for drinking, and three sips are for tasting. You let me drink tea, but you didn't let me taste tea." Zhu Pingan put down the tea cup and explained with a smile.

"Glib tongue." Li Shu rolled her eyes, irritated.

"Uncle, it's not just tea. This tea is the dew that the young lady took us to collect in a jade bottle when we were on the road this morning. It's enough to make half a pot of tea." The little maid of Baozi helped her young lady speak and added with a little pout. .

dew?

Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an clicked his tongue. He was really particular. He had never drank tea cooked with dew, and he really should have tasted more of it just now.

In ancient times, there was no heavy pollution, no smog, the air was much cleaner, and the dew was also clean. Especially the aristocratic families had experience in collecting dew, and would avoid the low grass dew that occupied the dust. The dew collected was all of the best quality. honeydew. However, collecting dew in this way is really time-consuming and labor-intensive. Only wealthy families have the capital to collect dew to make tea.

"Hua'er, he's a common man. Why are you talking to him so much? Go and get another cup of tea. If he dares to waste it again, I will never give him tea again." Li Shu pouted her mouth and smiled. Laughing, he ordered the little maid Baozi to pour tea, and glanced at Zhu Ping'an with his big watery eyes, half threatening and half playful.

Zhu Ping'an smiled silently and did not refute. Indeed, compared to Li Shu and other pampered ladies from aristocratic families, he, a boy from a poor family in the countryside, was indeed a commoner.