The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 2: Weicheng Youth

ps: There should be only one chapter today.

Because I have a cold and people are outside again, everything is inconvenient, and the efficiency of coding is not high.

The green shell eggs are very fresh, even with the original smell of the hen's body.

After boiling the water for half an hour, a few thin lines were cracked on the green shell, and the eggshell was peeled apart along the lines, and hot air was sprayed from the white egg. The egg was scalding hot, so hot that his fingers were so hot, and his fingers were flushed red. He gently placed it on the blood lump on the back of his head. Yin Xuege's eyes suddenly widened, and he took a deep breath. His eyes darkened and he almost passed out. .

It hurts, it hurts, it really hurts.

Qing Li breathed out the air-conditioning with a 'wheeze', the hot egg made Yin Xuege almost faint from the pain, and it also made her fingers very painful. She only focused on blowing on her fingers, so she ignored the weight of her hands.

The hot egg was firmly attached to the center of the **** lump on the back of Yin Xuege's head, that piece of skin was smashed by the sap, it was the most tender wound. The excruciating pain, coupled with the indifferent strength of the green lotus, put it in the bronze mirror with begonia pattern on the dressing table, and Yin Xuege's face suddenly twisted.

Thick black eyebrows so black that they turned green were raised, like two big knives whistling and slashing.

Yin Xuege was immediately attracted by the pair of thick eyebrows on her handsome face in the light rusty mirror. He gasped, and moved his face closer to the bronze mirror, while staying away from the eggs on the hands of the lily green lotus behind him.

Looking back at Qingli who kept blowing on her fingers, Yin Xuege sighed softly.

"Even if you scald me to death, your young master, this house will not fall into your hands. It is impossible to seek wealth and life."

Qing Li threw the egg on the dressing table with a 'boom', and quickly pinched her earlobes with both hands.

She looked at Yin Xuege ignorantly and blankly, and shook her head in confusion.

"How could it be scalded to death? The young master said it himself, use hard-boiled eggs to reduce swelling, I didn't use boiling water."

"Two eggs cost me three pennies."

Qing Lu changed her tone, and quickly switched from the key question of whether her young master would be scalded to death to a very strange topic.

"I remember that at this time last year, one egg cost only one penny. At this time the year before last, three eggs cost only two pennies."

"Now two eggs cost three Wen. Master. We'd better sell half of the house, otherwise we really can't live."

Qing Li looked at her young master very seriously.

"After all, the family's expenses are getting bigger and bigger. In the past six months, young master, you have to buy two or three sets of four treasures of the study every month. It's too expensive."

"There is also the cost of soup and medicine." Yin Xuege frowned slightly. So in the mirror. Two thick black, so black that it turns green, straddling Yin Xuege's face arrogantly like two big knives. The blade almost pierced into his thick eyebrows at the temples, and they were tightly connected together.

Yin Xuege's appearance is very handsome, except for a little dark skin, he actually has the potential to be a good boy.

But the pair of thick eyebrows on his face completely insulated him from the boy. In the words of many members of the Yin family, every time they see Yin Xuege, they will notice his eyebrows at first sight, but they will ignore his handsome face.

Moreover, many members of the Yin family said that Yin Xuege's eyebrows were like two big knives. Every time he saw him, his eyebrows seemed to be slashed at the face, which made people feel chills.

There are also many, many Yin family members secretly saying that Yin Xuege with these two eyebrows has a fierce face and a hard life, so...

The words were ugly, so Yin Xuege pretended not to hear them, and at the same time didn't bother to think about them.

"There are soup and medicine fees."

Qing Li sighed, picked up the egg that had become less hot, and pressed it heavily on the back of Yin Xuege's head again.

Yin Xuege let out a muffled snort, the thin and shriveled Qingli, but with a lot of strength on her arms like reed sticks. After being pressed by her like this, he felt as if he had been hit by a stick again, and he almost passed out again.

"Young masters from other families also go to Zongxue to study, unlike our young masters who often come back covered in bruises."

The hot egg slowly rolled on the wound, maybe the meat was numb from the heat, but the wound didn't hurt very much, and even a little itchy and crispy pleasure surged up. Yin Xuege stretched out her hand, wiped the very old bronze mirror with begonia pattern, and then nodded.

The eyebrows in the mirror parted and danced slightly.

"In a few days, find a mirror sharpener and tidy him up. The person in the mirror is a bit fancy."

"Mirror grinding? Now grinding a mirror will cost you 150 coins."

Qing Li frowned.

"The price has increased, I have inquired about it."

"One hundred and fifty coins, this is one hundred eggs."

Thinking of throwing out a hundred eggs to grind the mirror, Qing Li shook her hand, and the egg pressed **** the wound.

Yin Xuege let out a muffled snort, the back of his head was in severe pain, he subconsciously rushed forward, and slammed into the dressing table hard, his nose was sore, almost no nosebleed.

Placing her head tightly against the dressing table, Yin Xuege hesitated for a while, and finally felt that between her maidservant's pride and her own life, her own life was more important. So he turned his hand around, snatched the egg from Qinglu's hand, gently placed it on his wound and rolled it slowly.

"Clumsy, can't do anything well."

Fiercely making up for the low self-esteem of her maid, Yin Xuege coughed softly.

"Before dawn, go smash the door of the bookstore in the alley, and buy another set of the Four Treasures of the Study, the Law Book, and the bookcase."

After hesitating for a while, Yin Xuege sighed softly.

"Remember, buy the cheapest one. Is the little money left by Uncle Pan and Brother Niu enough?"

Not waiting for Qing Lu to speak, Yin Xuege gently pointed to the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

"It's not enough, don't pay on credit, it's not easy for people to buy and sell with small capital."

"This mirror is spent anyway, and I don't want to spend money to polish it, so I give it to others."

"Remember. This mirror has been around for a long time, and it is considered an antique. It cannot be bought too cheaply. You have to ask someone to return some silver."

'Oh', Qing Li agreed, leaving aside the feeling of being a little depressed after being scolded by her young master for being 'clumsy', carefully picked up the bronze mirror on the dressing table, and walked out step by step.

While walking, she looked back at Yin Xuege.

It took a full quarter of an hour. Qing Li hadn't left the room yet.

Yin Xuege, whose face was pressed against the dressing table, listened to her muddy footsteps. He stretched out his hand holding the egg and hooked his fingers at her.

"Forget it, the money is not enough, let's pay on credit."

"Good!"

Qing Li yelled happily. After a few strides, he stepped back. But she walks too fast. The mirror in her hand was a bit too heavy for her shriveled and short body. She slipped and fell forward, and the mirror smashed **** the back of Yin Xuege's head.

The scabbed wound opens. A strand of blood flowed out quickly.

Yin Xuege took a long, long breath, and then screamed.

"Stupid girl, I said, you killed me, you still can't take this house."

Qing Li bowed her head, put down the bronze mirror, and then rushed out the door with a few strides. As a result, she fled in a hurry, tripped her foot on the threshold, and slapped it neatly on the ground. She groaned in pain and lay flat on the ground without moving for a long time.

Yin Xuege let out a long breath, his mood suddenly improved inexplicably, and his voice became extraordinarily gentle.

"What a stupid girl, hurry up and buy what I told you."

"Well, when you go out, wipe off the ashes on your body, don't let people misunderstand that I beat you at home all day, it's not good."

Qing Li was lying on the ground, and it took a long time before she answered in a low voice, and it took another long time before she staggered up from the ground with her hands covering her nose. She took a step forward, only caring about the heartache that might be flattened by the bridge of her nose, but her foot missed the ground, and she rolled down the steps in front of the door with a 'grumble'.

Yin Xuege slowly raised her head, slowly holding the egg and rolling it on the bleeding wound.

He shook his head again and again, muttering in a low voice.

"Stupid girl, even if you want to kill your young master, sell this house, take the money and go home to marry someone, and realize your life ideal of having a lot of children. At least before you kill your young master, Do you want to live a more stable life?"

At dawn the next day, the spring is bright and beautiful.

Wearing a well-washed jacket and carrying a book case, Yin Xuege burped and exhaled a smell of eggs, and walked out of the house in good spirits. Qing Li followed behind him, and slammed the black-lacquered courtyard door behind him.

From the crack of the door, there was Qing Li's complaint.

"How can boiled eggs be turned into egg drop soup? Impossible."

"It smells like blood. Anyway, it's my own blood, and it's not dirty. Why can't I eat it? I can't throw it away. It's too prodigal."

"I choked on eating boiled eggs, this is young master, you are too stupid, can you blame me?"

"Now you can only buy two eggs for three renminbi, can they be wasted?"

The warm sun is not very hot, but it is warm enough. Yin Xuege was covered in the sun, only to feel the whistling whistling of the green locust wind in the crack of the door, which was quickly dispelled by the sun. With a brilliant smile, he greeted the old neighbors on the street.

Squatting in the corner of the wall, carrying teapots early in the morning, and playing chess on a chessboard, the elderly smiled and nodded to Yin Xuege. Yin Xuege was born in the Yin family, but he didn't have the domineering habit of the other Yin families, and occasionally he would come forward to solve some small troubles for the old neighbors, so his popularity is not bad, and he can even be regarded as very good.

As I said earlier, apart from her slightly dark skin, Yin Xuege can even be considered handsome, with the potential of being a pretty boy. So he was full of confidence along the way, and smiled brightly at the little girls and daughters-in-law who walked out of the house with a vegetable basket.

But when he smiled, his two thick eyebrows, which were too heroic, were lifted up. The little girls and daughters-in-law saw his two eyebrows at first sight, and completely ignored his handsome face. So before they saw what Yin Xuege looked like, they shyly lowered their heads and walked away quickly with light, small steps.

"A bit sad."

Looking at the youthful and energetic girls who bowed their heads and walked away quickly, Yin Xuege sighed softly.

Qing Li has a life ideal that if one day her young master dies, she will sell the house, return to the countryside where she can't remember clearly with the money, get married, and have a lot of children. But Yin Xuege thinks. If he doesn't solve the confusion brought about by his two eyebrows, he will have no hope of achieving a similar goal in life.

"Unless it's a blind date?"

Shivering shiveringly, Yin Xuege shook her head sincerely.

"Forget it, it's better not to harm other girls."

"It's very cramped to raise a green lotus now, and I don't know where the food money for next month will be. Where can I afford a woman?"

"Why don't you really sell half of the house?"

After thinking about some of Qing Lu's suggestions seriously, Yin Xuege turned around. Look at the big fat pig in the pigsty with the eyes of a farmer. He took a deep, deep look at his ancestral house, two, three.

After looking three times, Yin Xuege turned around and strode away without looking back.

"Sell the ancestral property. This is a prodigal son. The reputation is too bad. Want to inherit Dad. Dad's Dad, Dad's Dad's Dad, and the older Dad stay legacy. There is no hope."

"At critical moments, you can't make mistakes."

It takes more than a quarter of an hour to walk along a road from the house of the Yinxue family to the sect of the Yin family.

But if you take a detour in a small alley, it will only take half a quarter of an hour to arrive.

Standing at the entrance of a familiar alley, looking at the high walls on both sides and the thick moss on the walls, Yin Xuege subconsciously touched it. After rubbing it with hot eggs, a blood lump still swelled up. the back of the head.

Turning around, he walked along the avenue towards Zongxue.

Weinan City has ten horizontal, ten vertical and twenty avenues, and each avenue has a street inspector in charge of ten legal servants who are responsible for daily security patrols. It is absolutely safe to walk on the street, and the City Fox Shemo will never dare to commit crimes on the street.

But in the alley?

"Ten taels of silver, that's 10,000 Wen copper coins. There are also three Guyuan pills, each worth twenty taels of silver."

"Unknowingly, I have lost so much money in the past half a year? Prodigal son, really."

Holding his hands in his sleeves, walking slowly on the street like Mr. Dong Hong, Yin Xuege complained to himself in a low voice. In other words, he was complaining in a low voice to himself before he passed out yesterday.

"I have to find a way to make money. But I don't know much, and I don't have resources at hand. How can I make money?"

"Perhaps, a certain guy is right, the business without capital is the fastest to get money. Come on, think about it."

A tributary of the Wei River passes through Weinan City. Walk along the main street and cross a ten-foot-long arch bridge.

There is a big locust tree at the head of the bridge, with deep roots and luxuriant branches and leaves, as thick as seven or eight people hugging each other.

When Yin Xuege walked past the big locust tree, she gently reached out and touched his rough bark.

In a place out of the sight of outsiders, a very thin stream of green air oozes from the bark, only about two inches long, and it penetrates into his palm lightly. A thin cool air rushed to the back of the head along the meridians on the arm, and the wound that was still swollen and painful suddenly felt cool and comfortable.

And when this cool air flows through the meridians on the arm, the meridians are also cool and refreshing, giving a feeling of being electrified.

If you can look inside, you can see dozens of large and small acupuncture points on the meridians glowing with a faint blue light at the same time. This layer of bleak light is fleeting, and after this green air flow passes, these acupoints are dimmed.

Nodding in satisfaction, patted the bark of the old pagoda tree vigorously, Yin Xuege muttered a few words in a low voice.

"Old locust tree, old locust tree, you don't lack this kind of anger, right? You are at least thousands of years old, what is this kind of anger? Just **** some soil and fertilizer and you will come back."

"So, if you borrow it, you won't pay it back, and you won't take it to heart, will you?"

"It doesn't matter if you keep it in mind. There are Fawei and Faye Whistle in the city. Even if you become a dryad, you will be chopped into pieces and used as firewood. So..."

With a slight movement of the palm, another thin green air flow came out, this time the green air was half a foot long, and quickly rushed into the wound on the back of the head. Yin Xuege nodded in satisfaction, he stroked his belly, and his expression darkened immediately.

It's not good if the strength is too weak.

It's just looking for some vitality to heal from this old locust tree with amazing vitality. The two eggs I just ate in the morning are actually exhausted.

"My Guyuan Pill."

Yin Xuege was troubled, whispering with a trace of resentment and even hatred. A Guyuan Pill can at least support him to absorb a hundred times the anger just now, right? Nourish the body with the vitality of the old locust tree, which is much better than simply taking Guyuan Dan.

While talking, he ran towards Zongxue quickly. He didn't take a shortcut today, so he miscalculated the time. A deep bell has already sounded in Zongxue. This is the preparation bell, and the official lecture will start soon.

The laws of Zongxue are strict. If Zongxue students dare to be late, they will be beaten severely.

That was a real beating, a beating that could crack both thighs.

"I'm short of money, so I can't be beaten, otherwise where will the money come from?"

"Zongxue only cares about beatings, but he doesn't care about healing. It's impersonal, really, it's so impersonal."

Quickly rushed into Zongxue's dark door with bronze door nails, rushed into the lecture hall with a few strides, sat down on his seat, Yin Xuege was relieved and panted heavily Take a breath.

"The bandits have robbed and murdered, and occasionally kill or bury them?"

"This proves that the teachers of Zongxue are not as good as bandits."

With a loud bang, a big hand that was as fat as a bear's paw slapped fiercely on the desk in front of Yinxuege~IndoMTL.com~ a guy who was at least a head taller than him, and his whole body was covered It was a young man with white flesh and tender flesh standing beside Yin Xuege panting, gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice.

"Young Master Xue, what's going on in your head?"

"Dare to provoke the boss of our Yin Family Shuangxiu, this is really courting death."

"Tell me, who dares to hit your head? Let's carry a bucket of dung tonight and spray it all on the gate of his house."

Yin Xuege raised her head, looked at the only Yin Feifei who was close to her in the Yin family sect, and coughed lightly.

"Fat, Shi Fan is at the door, do you want to be beaten?"

Yin Feifei's big white flesh rolled violently, and then, like a light bird, he jumped back to the seat two feet away with a big stride, and slammed his **** down hard.

When the door opened, Fan Yin Jiuchong, a lawyer from the Yin family sect, walked in slowly. (to be continued...)()