Are you satisfied with your probing?
When he heard these words from Sun Langzhong's mouth, he looked at Zhang Shi with a stunned face, also not knowing whether it was her idea or Sun Langzhong's idea.
He's a science student, and he'll be tested on chemistry, physics, and math, which isn't a big deal. But if you ask him to recite poetry or write an essay, it's like asking a group of old men to climb a tower - it's a real challenge. I reckon all he can manage is to squeeze out something like "Ah, damn it, that's beautiful".
How much ink is in his belly, isn't she clear yet? But she still has a hateful look that relies solely on her father.
Fortunately, his phone was full of Tang poems and Song lyrics. Imitating one was not a difficult task, but Sun Lang's next request made him struggle.
"Old man Sun said: 'I also know that you are quick-witted and have many plans, so this topic is really too simple for you. Therefore, I made a special restriction - write an article of more than 30,000 words, either narrative or argumentative, as you like. The only requirement is that the meaning must be elegant. My daughter will evaluate the article, if it's not qualified, then I'm sorry, please marry someone else who is better. My daughter is first-class in both appearance and talent, and a rustic village husband like you is not worthy of her.'"
Zhen Ming's bitter words made him glance sideways at Zhang Shi, only to find that she looked like a little girl who had done something wrong, her face flushed with panic, not daring to meet his gaze. Needless to say, even if this topic wasn't her idea, she must have been involved in creating it.
She was born into a family of scholars, and from a young age, she was already famous in Luoyang as a child prodigy. Even Emperor Wen praised her as the embodiment of the spirit of all women under heaven and personally gave her the name "E", he could write articles and poems, but in her eyes, they were no different from the nonsense spoken by a three-year-old child.
"Uncle Sun, can I have a few words with you in private?"
"What can't be said face-to-face? If you're trying to deceive my daughter with sweet talk and lower your standards for personal gain, then this test is one you've failed."
Zhen Mingshu said: "How dare I, it's just that it's been over a month since I've seen my goose, and I miss her so much, I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with her."
"I'll give you half an hour."
Sun Langzhong stood up with a smile, taking Xing'er and Huan'er out of the room, leaving him and Zhang Shi in the room.
Zhang Qiong lowered her head and sat there without saying a word, her pretty face flushing red.
Zhen Ming painfully walked to her side, knelt down on one knee, grasped her hand in his, looked up at her exquisite and beautiful face, and his heart inexplicably started racing wildly. He couldn't help but lean forward and gently kissed her fragrant lips once.
Zhang's body trembled slightly, his hands pressed against his chest, and he breathed rapidly.
He suppressed the urge to hold her in his arms and asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"
"En." Zhang nodded.
"Is the cell phone I gave you still there?"
Zhang heard this and suddenly felt a little tense, looking at him in confusion. She remembered that he had told her before that this mobile phone could send him back home, and once he went back home, he might never come back again.
"Lend it to me for now and I'll return it to you in a few days."
Are you going home?
Seeing her nervous appearance, Zhenming couldn't help but laugh and said: "With you here, I'm already happy and don't want to leave, how can I bear to go back?"
Zhang's face turned red and he finally let out a breath of relief, just as he was about to take out the phone from his waist, but his body suddenly shook and stiffened.
A hand, unknown when it had slipped in, had stealthily entered her robe and slid along her smooth abdomen, avoiding the wound, and climbed up to her warm, fragrant, and delicate jade-like body.
She trembled all over, grasped his hand tightly, and a look of surprise and shyness appeared on her face.
Zhen Ming's bitter feelings were replaced by the gentle and soft touch on his palm, as he pretended to search for something with a puzzled expression: "Huh, strange, where did you hide it? I remember that women like to hide things here."
Zhang didn't know that he would take the opportunity to retaliate against her with this kind of test, especially when he said "you women" with a tone that implied disdain for women. She bit her red lips and stared at him with beautiful eyes full of shame and anger.
Zhen Ming sighed and carefully searched for a while, "Hidden so well..."
"Are you satisfied?" she asked softly, her eyes rippling like water, her face growing rosier and more captivating by the second.
A bitter fate, a sweet surprise in her heart, she didn't expect that she still had such an unspeakably wonderful side, and laughed: "Wife, you really hold on tight."
Zhang had gotten used to his shameless address of her as "wife", couldn't help but giggle, and with a red face asked: "What is HOLDing on?"
"It means being very pretentious."
Zhang finally gave in and learned from Xing'er's example, grabbing his ear and scolding: "You rascal, how long do you want to bully me?"
Zhen Ming smiled wryly and said, "You come up with this kind of question to make things difficult for me, I don't have any complaints. Now I'm just asking you to return a little bit of interest, but you're not happy about it. What if we get married in the future? I'll be bullying you a hundred times, a thousand times more than this every day. How will you handle it then?"
Zhang's face turned red and she said in a low voice: "We are not married yet, are we?"
"Can I bully you as much as I want after we get married?" Zhen Ming asked with a bitter smile, her face covered in sweat. Zhang didn't respond, but his hand remained tightly wrapped around her ear, refusing to let go. He took advantage of the situation and fondled her for a while, only releasing her when her face was flushed with embarrassment. As he turned to leave, he pulled out his phone from her waist and walked out the door with a satisfied smile.
Looking at him, he seemed to be strolling leisurely in a quiet courtyard, without any signs of difficulty, as if nothing under the sky could stop him. How detestable! Originally, she had planned to lower the difficulty for him appropriately, but now it seems that this scoundrel is not worth her consideration.
……
In just a few days, Zhen Mingshu sent her a stack of manuscripts and said it was an article.
On it were scribbled three hairy characters in a crooked and slanting manner, like the marks of a dog's teeth: "The Dream of the Red Chamber".
Zhang's eyes widened as she gazed at the handwriting, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing. This was her first time seeing such messy calligraphy, which looked even more childish than a three-year-old's scribbles. She didn't hold out much hope, casually flipping through a few pages and scanning a few lines. But as soon as she started reading, she became completely absorbed in the ugly manuscript, unable to tear herself away.
Time flew by until Xing'er walked into the room and called her to eat dinner, only then did she realize that it had unknowingly become late.
The next morning, she had Xing'er bring a letter to Zhen Mingshu.
"Scoundrel, hurry up and write out what's behind!"
Zhenming was bitter as he looked at the beautiful and elegant regular script written by Zhang's own hand on the letter paper, which was worlds apart from those scribbled characters he had written before. Just this good handwriting alone did not disappoint her reputation as a goddess-like child prodigy.