Chapter 1983: The Ancient Little Widow in Rebirth 32

Chapter 1983: The Ancient Little Widow in Rebirth 32

Shu Ange stopped He's words with a smile, and then beat his shoulders with his fists and said, "He concubine came to the general's mansion, what's your reason?"

She yawned and asked questions, obviously chasing guests.

Aunt He looked embarrassed and looked at Zhou Zhu with aggrieved expression: "General, my concubine came here this time to ask you to arrange a place for my nephew, He Shiji. This child, Shiji, passed the exam at a young age. A scholar, smart, polite, and transparent, he plans to grind his temper in the southwest before participating in the exam."

Zhou Zhouzhu was very fond of literati, and when he heard that He Shiji was a scholar, he immediately became cherished for his talents: "It's about this, it doesn't matter, let him be under the outer courtyard column, and he can give some pointers to restore them in his spare time. knowledge."

After speaking, he turned his face and asked Song Shi: "What do you think of the lady?"

"But with your husband's arrangement, if he is really talented, he can set an example for everyone."

When Shu Ange heard the name, he immediately thought of Cheng Liner.

Her biggest enemy "ex-husband" in her previous life came to Southwest, and she didn't know how she would get revenge.

If Cheng Liner dared to hit her, don't blame her for being rude.

"My father and mother are really good people. From my daughter's point of view, they know who they are, but they don't know their hearts. Let that son He live in the outer courtyard first. If he has bad behavior, he can just drive him away."

Shu Ange's words were very rude, and Mrs He blushed and turned white, and she defended: "My nephew is a scholar, and he will never do anything wrong."

This matter was settled, and Shu Ange didn't worry too much.

Compared with He Shi and this unattractive stranger, Shu Ange is most concerned about how to get into the army openly.

It was impossible to follow Daddy's route, so she could only think of other ideas.

After leaving the flower hall, Shu Ange quietly changed into a servant's clothes, dressed up in front of the mirror, and went to the front yard.

When Ding Mao and the others came to study the tactics of war, Shu Ange disguised as a servant and slipped into the lecture hall.

The first time she slipped into the lecture hall, Ding Mao sat in the front row and listened attentively until she was near the end.

She came back just now, and found that Ding Maoren was sitting at the back, looking out from time to time.

The sergeant was on the stage talking about how to cross the river to fight, and the students below listened with bright eyes, as if they were the soldiers who took a surprise attack on a pontoon bridge in the middle of the night.

Ding Mao moved out half of the bench and quietly hooked his fingers at Shu Ange.

She hunched over her waist, ran to Ding Mao's side, and sat down next to the bench.

The familiar aroma crept into his nose, and Ding Mao's ears were slightly red, trying to restrain himself from the urge to peek at the people around him.

"Wei State dispatched more than 200,000 soldiers and horses from the imperial court and the prefectures. Wu General Zhu Yi has only more than 30,000 soldiers, but he has to defend Anfeng. Seeing that the Wu army is retreating, General Zhu has come up with a surprise attack!"

Military allusions about marching and fighting are as fascinating as storytelling.

Even Shu Ange, the old oilman, listened with relish.

When Lin Chongguang was distracted and lazy, he saw that there was a little servant in the lecture hall. He thought that he was temporarily taken over by General Zhou as a soldier under his age, and he didn't take it seriously.

He didn't associate the smart and handsome servant in front of him with the quirky and beautiful Shu Ange.

After listening to the class, the teenagers gathered together and exchanged their experiences with enthusiasm. They took the sand table they made and tried to simulate the situation that they might encounter on the battlefield.

In the past, Ding Mao would definitely participate enthusiastically.

With Shu Ange by his side today, he was always restless and had trouble concentrating.

"Come with me."

Shu Ange tugged at Dingmao's sleeve and motioned for the other party to go out with him.

He nodded and walked towards the door. Lin Chongguang and Ding Mao had a good relationship. Seeing him leave suddenly, he couldn't help asking, "Ding Mao, are you leaving so soon?"

"I have something to do. Let's go out first, and you can practice slowly."

"Okay, let's go to the horse race tomorrow, I must beat you this time."

The friendship of the young man is always accompanied by a **** collision.

After leaving the lecture hall, Shu Ange took Ding Mao to a hidden shadow wall after turning around.

If it is summer, the roses bloom here and it is very beautiful and dazzling.

Although the winter is sluggish, the view from the shadowy hole is not bad.

"for you."

Shu Ange took out a handwritten military book from his sleeve, and his big round eyes were full of smiles.

"You copied the military book for me again... An Le, you are so kind to me."

Ding Mao's heart was infinitely moved, he took the military book with the scent of ink, and rubbed the graceful font on the paper.

"What kind of friendship is there between us, it's just a military book. Daddy specially praised you in front of my mother and me, saying that you have made rapid progress. Not only did you learn martial arts well, but you also made rapid progress in reading and literacy."

Ding Mao carefully took the book of war into his arms, scratched his head and said, "I'm not as smart as you, and my studies are average."

"You are already very powerful. You have to learn so much. Dad said that you will become a hero when you go to the battlefield in the future."

Shu Ange gave Ding Mao a thumbs up, and he nodded heavily: "I will work hard to become a hero in the future, and make achievements like Uncle Zhou."

The two said a few words, and then Shu Ange brought the topic to He Shiji: "In two days, a scholar named He Shiji will move in from the outer court. He is Cheng Liner's cousin, and this person is not simple. You have to be more careful."

Ding Mao had other thoughts about Shu Ange, so he was about to take her words as the imperial edict. Hearing the words, he immediately asked, "Has he ever sinned against you?"

"You, you, you are being over-hearted again. I haven't seen him before, so I can't talk about guilt. I just think that Aunt He is too conscientious, and her nephew probably won't be a fuel-efficient lamp."

"I'll keep an eye out. If he does anything unusual, I'll tell you in time."

After Ding Mao finished speaking, seeing that Shu Ange was about to leave, he hesitated again and again, and finally struggled to take out a hosta tightly wrapped in red cloth from his arms.

"Yes, yes, Anle... The last time I went to the street, I saw a hairpin that suits you very well. I bought it specially for you."

When Ding Mao spoke, there seemed to be countless gongs and drums beating in his ears, and he didn't dare to glance at Shu Ange, for fear that she would reject him.

With trembling hands, he handed the red cloth bag to Shu Ange.

"Handpin? Thank you."

Seeing Ding Mao's nervousness, Shu Ange didn't want to tease him, so he took over the tight red cloth bag.

Ding Mao hoped that she would open it in front of her, but she was afraid that she would open it in front of her.

"Very beautiful hairpin, how do you know I like plum blossoms?"

Shu Ange held the hairpin and gestured at the temple, Ding Mao blushed even more: "If you like it, the hairpin is not expensive, the quality of jade is not very good, when I get rich, I will buy you a more expensive one. "

It's not expensive, but this hairpin cost a dozen taels of silver to buy.

Just in Ding Mao's heart, Shu Ange deserves to wear a hairpin made of a thousand taels of gold.