Chapter 522 The Second Test

The little girls at the door were like beckoning cats, hugging their hands together and saying auspicious words, but their small bodies blocked the door and refused to let Zhu Pingan in.

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

In other words, 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 ancestral tablets to repent.

There are three types of unfilial piety, the greatest of which is having no descendants. You can't even enter the bridal chamber, let's see what face you have to face your ancestors

Even the words of his mother Chen's preaching can be imagined.

So, no matter what you do later, at least you have to enter the bridal chamber first, and only after entering the bridal chamber can you live with your parents.

Looking at the six lucky cat girls blocking the door, Zhu Pingan shook his head and smiled slightly, then under their excited little eyes, he put his hand into his pocket again, and groped for a while.

The little girls saw that Zhu Ping'an was going to give everyone red envelopes again, and they were all excited, just like puppies with big bones waiting for their master.

Didn't disappoint them, when Zhu Pingan took it out of his pocket, a stack of red envelopes appeared in his hand again.

The six little girls were like puppies who saw the bones, blinking their shiny eyes, staring straight at the red envelope in Zhu Ping'an's hand.

"Thank you for your blessings, let me express my heart with a little meaning."

Zhu Pingan looked at the six lucky cats and nodded, then shook the red envelopes in his hand in front of everyone, and then sprinkled them 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, and each of them pouted their butts in excitement to grab the red envelopes. Just forget it.

Zhu Pingan took advantage of these girls poking their buttocks to **** the red envelopes, took two quick steps, passed through the second gate from among them, and walked into the second courtyard smoothly.

"Ah, uncle has gone in."

A little girl who snatched two red envelopes looked up and saw that her son-in-law had already entered the second courtyard, and she couldn't help but knocked her head regretfully.

"Huh? Why did you go in so quickly, Miss will definitely blame us." The other little girls also looked remorseful.

"It's all because of your greed." A little girl complained about the girl who was the first to grab the red envelope.

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

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

The festive atmosphere in the second entrance yard is even more intense. Lucky bamboo, roses, lilies, valentine grass and some colorful flowers exaggerate the festive atmosphere. Rose petals paved a path, adding a feeling of a daughter's boudoir. The rouge gouache flavor is also relatively stronger.

"Congratulations, uncle, you are auspicious."

The guards in the second courtyard should be the second-class girls of the Li family. They are two years older than the six girls just now, and they are better dressed. After Zhu Pingan walked into the second courtyard, these second-class The girl came to Zhu Ping'an in small steps, put her hands on her waist and bent her knees to say hello.

"Happy together, happy together." Zhu Ping'an clapped his hands and replied.

As usual, let's give red envelopes first, Zhu Ping'an reached out and handed out a few red envelopes to send to these second-class girls. Generally speaking, on the day of the groom's wedding, he is almost equivalent to a boy who distributes wealth, giving out red envelopes. No matter what you do, you can never go wrong with giving out red envelopes.

"Hehe. Uncle is a famous talent in Ming Dynasty, why does he always post these copper-smelling things?"

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

The second-class girls at the door giggled and shook their heads. They didn't receive any red envelopes. They had other tasks.

"Oh, what do you think?" Zhu Ping'an, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, smiled slightly, not surprised by their behavior at all.

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

A 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 is taking the No. 1 Scholar exam, so of course I have to write an article."

"I want to write poems, lyrics, and articles for my lady. After the writing is done, my lady is satisfied, and my uncle can go in to see my lady."

"Master, you have to show your talents to be the number one scholar. If you can't write well, you will be admitted to the Golden Palace, but you will not be able to enter the bridal chamber."

The rest of the girls chirped and chirped, saying that Zhu Pingan was the number one scholar of Ming Dynasty, and they wanted Zhu Pingan to write poems and articles, and then they showed them to Li Shu. If Li Shu was satisfied with the writing and writing articles, they would let them go If Zhu Ping'an goes in, if he can't write well, he won't be able to get in.

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

Writing poems and articles is not difficult for Zhu Pingan. If he can be admitted to the top prize, he is the winner of the pen, ink and essays. He has an absolute advantage in this respect. In addition, I have hundreds of years of experience ahead of them, and there are countless excellent poems and articles in Qing Dynasty and modern times.

So, Zhu Pingan has no pressure on this.

"Grandpa, here are pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and a stick of burning incense. My uncle has to finish it before the incense burns out; if the time is over, I will have to feel sorry for my uncle to live in the guest room, hehe."

"Grandpa, there is only time for a stick of incense."

"It's finished, it's okay if you're not satisfied."

Several maids chattered and led Zhu Pingan to a place next to the second door, where there was a set of tables and chairs with red happy characters on them, and a set of pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table. A red candle was burning on the table, and there were two big red lanterns beside it. Under the light of the red candle and the lantern, the table and chairs were brightly lit, and the light was very bright.

"Slaves grind ink for uncle"

A little girl even volunteered to help Zhu Pingan study ink. She rolled up her sleeves and revealed a section of her wrist. Under the candlelight, her skin looked fair and delicate, and it could be seen that it was carefully maintained.

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

Zhu Ping'an shook his head, declined the girl's kindness, sat down and fetched the inkstone, and was thinking about what to write while studying the ink.

Li Shu is no ordinary girl.

I have seen this girl's intelligence and black belly since she was a child. Ordinary poems, songs, prose and articles are probably difficult to impress this girl.

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

It is not that simple for a woman to write an article that satisfies Li Shu.

(end of this chapter)