I am in Water Margin, I, Ximen Qing, stir-fry Pan Jinlian

In Ximen Qing's eyes, the old butler Ximen Zhong is like a family member. At this moment, he is still working hard in the medicine shop and has not returned to the mansion yet.

Ximen Qing was not in a hurry to enjoy a sumptuous dinner. He hugged Li Jiaojiao gently and walked into the mansion together. He took off his heavy fur coat and cloak, then held Li Jiaojiao's hand and strolled towards the back garden to admire the proud and proud figure. plum bossom.

Under the plum tree with dancing shadows, Ximen Qing and Li Jiaojiao whispered with deep affection.

Soon, Ximen Zhong also returned to the mansion.

During dinner, Ximen Qing discussed with Ximen Zhong, hoping that he could recruit more outstanding doctors to help the world, expand the business of the pharmacy, and at the same time win a good reputation for himself.

Ximen Zhong was steady and reliable. After receiving Ximen Qing's instructions, he began to think carefully about it after dinner.

After dinner, Li Jiaojiao's beautiful eyes were filled with affection, she lightly opened her red lips and asked Ximen Qing if he needed to rest early.

Although Ximen Qing is not a person who doesn't understand the style, he can only shake his head helplessly at this time:"My dear, I still have some things to deal with tonight, so I can't go to bed early. Go and ask the servant to make me a pot of good tea and send it to you. Come to the study. If you have nothing to do, don't disturb me. I will find you when I'm done."

After the explanation, Li Jiaojiao went to arrange the tea, while Ximen Qing walked into his room with the talismans. study room.

In Ximen Qing's study, the warm light dances on the wall through the candlelight, and the firelight of the heater reflects the busy figure of the book boy.

He gently lit the candle, lit the fire, poured water into the inkstone, and carefully ground the fine ink. When everything was ready, he followed Ximen Qing's instructions and quietly retreated to the door. Waiting outside.

Ximen Qing sat at his desk, immersed in deep thoughts and memories.

He frowned and thought silently:"Uncle He Jiu, you dirty old scoundrel, what did you say and what did you do?"

His fingers unconsciously tightened the brush on the table and began Swipe on those yellow talisman papers.

His brush strokes moved with the flow of memories. Uncle He Jiu pretended to faint at Wu Dalang's home, quietly discussed with his wife after returning home, and then went to the crematorium to steal Wu Dalang's ashes. All of this was recorded in detail by him in those On the talisman paper.

At this moment, the study door was gently pushed open, and Li Jiaojiao walked in with the maid, her eyes were gentle and concerned. Seeing that Ximen Qing was concentrating on writing, she signaled the little book boy and the maid to leave, and she stayed by his side personally, serving him tea and water carefully, taking good care of him.

Ximen Qing's mind was particularly clear. His pen tip flew across the paper, as if capturing those ethereal memories in the beating flames.

After a while, those talisman papers were filled with dense handwriting. He put down the pen in his hand, picked up the cup of hot tea, and tasted it carefully, with a satisfied and proud smile on his face.

"Officer, your handwriting is so wonderful that no one in the entire Yanggu County can be better than you! Your hard work has paid off, so let me sort it out for you."Li Jiaojiao swayed her waist and approached meekly.

Ximen Qing looked at her graceful figure, and his mind couldn't help flashing back to the moment when he first arrived. He thought to himself: Such a lovely girl, how can I, Ximen Qing, not be moved? Then immediately , he hugged Li Jiaojiao into his arms.

Her skin was actually whiter than the rice paper in Chengxintang in my study!

Ximen Qing thought about it, and immediately took out a purple brush from the pen holder, dipped it in tea, and then Swing it out, the cursive writing will fly

"Recalling the past, when the soul passed away, I looked at the peaks on the top of the fairy mountain.……"

Ximen Qing's eyes are bright, he holds a purple hair in his hand, and his strokes are very fast, showing his incomparable concentration in his stipples.

After finishing, he threw the pen away and admired his calligraphy with satisfaction.

The four great masters of the Song Dynasty,"Su Huang Mi Cai""——Su Dongpo, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, Cai Jing, these old gentlemen who are famous for their calligraphy skills, consider themselves leaders in the calligraphy world.

However, how can their four skinny old men compare to the vitality and vitality in my Ximen Qing's writings?

Haha, I, Ximen Qing, am the top"calligrapher" in the Song Dynasty!

After a night of elegance, Ximen Qing is content at home.

After Pan Jinlian endured it for two days, it finally came to the day when Wu Dalang was buried.

Early in the morning, the Huo family arranged by Uncle He Jiu came to Wu Dalang's house to prepare to carry the coffin.

Mrs. Wang came to accompany Pan Jinlian, and neighbors such as Yao Wenqing, Hu Zhengqing and Zhao Zhongming also came to see her off.

Pan Jinlian wore sackcloth and mourning, and covered her face with her sleeves along the way, pretending to cry for Wu Dalang, the breadwinner of the family.

In Lion Street, Uncle He Jiu was woken up early by his wife and asked him to pretend to go to the funeral while Wu Dalang was being cremated, and took the opportunity to steal two bones back as evidence.

Uncle He Jiu was ready and acted according to the plan.