Quick Wear: The Wronged One Becomes Rebellious

Gu Li gave Jiang Zhuo a vicious look, which in turn earned Jiang Zhuo an even more unbridled laugh.

Gu Li was so angry that she used brute force to pull out her hand and punched him in the chest, "Don't get too proud of yourself. Have you forgotten that you climbed over the wall to get in? Aren't you afraid of waking up Hua Ping and attracting my father?"

Jiang Zhuo held Gu Li's small fist again and pressed it against his chest, "Yeah, yeah, I was wrong."

Gu Li glanced at him, and the tremor he felt under his hand clearly showed the smile he could not suppress.

"What's so funny? Isn't what I said the truth?"

Seeing that Gu Li was indeed a little annoyed, Jiang Zhuo reluctantly stopped smiling and asked, "So what stories are you going to tell?"

In fact, Gu Li wanted to stay at home and write storybooks to earn some money. But printing had not yet been invented, and people still used bamboo slips to write.

Most culture is passed down orally.

Books and the like were all handwritten, so her fantasy of having a notebook was shattered.

You can't invent printing just to become a writer, so do you have to invent papermaking as well?

It's too much trouble. It's too much trouble.

What Gu Li hates most is trouble.

Gu Li didn't want to use other people's inventions to provide convenience for herself.

She simply skipped the step of publishing the book, and wrote the story herself and let the storyteller spread it orally. This way, she achieved her goal without disrupting the normal operation of the times.

As for the story, those who could go to the tavern to drink were mostly wealthy and idle men from the neighborhood. They would gather in groups of three or four, drink a few cups of wine, and chat.

After coming into contact with Jiang Zhuo, Gu Li decided that, for this kind of audience, the only thing she could talk about was the recent war on the border.

Thinking of this, Gu Li tilted her head and smiled friendly, "Brother Azhuo, can you tell me about your experience in the frontier?"

Jiang Zhuo's breathing stagnated.

Brother Azhuo?

Being stared at by a pair of dark eyes, Gu Li felt a little uncomfortable. It was because Jiang Zhuo's eyes were too hot and aggressive.

"Why, what happened? Are those secrets that cannot be told? Then I won't ask."

"No, you can ask." Jiang Zhuo said seriously, "but you have to pay a little price."

Gu Li:-----

The big face that was approaching so glaringly made it difficult for Gu Li to know what the specific price was.

Gu Li smiled. Facing the rough guy who always liked to stick close to her, Gu Li felt that she really wanted to add fuel to the fire for him and see how he could endure it.

She smiled gently and said, "Brother Azhuo, then Ayao will dance for you."

Without waiting for Jiang Zhuo to speak, Gu Li lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Jiang Zhuo hurriedly pulled her, "It's cold outside, cover yourself up, cover yourself up. All I need is a kiss from my sister!"

"It's not cold. I'll jump closer to the brazier." Gu Li pointed to a rabbit fur blanket next to the bed. "There's a blanket here."

"Don't get cold---"

"This is my first time dancing for you, are you sure you don't want to watch?"

Jiang Zhuo was holding Gu Li's cloak in his hand, and he stood still and dared not move after hearing that.

He wants to see it.

Gu Li stood with her back to Jiang Zhuo, a faint and graceful tune flowing from her mouth. After a moment, she bent her slender waist and took small steps, her waist dancing, and she looked back at the tall man standing beside the bed, her eyes full of spring water, her gaze shining.

Her black hair was tied loosely behind her with a hairband, which made her face look more beautiful than jade and more charming than flowers.

Jiang Zhuo's breathing became lighter, and he stared at the woman who was as lively as a night ghost without blinking.

Even before he started dancing, he felt that this dance must be uniquely beautiful.

Suddenly, the bare feet tapped twice, Gu Li stretched out her arms to the side, smiled, then leaned back and shook her shoulders. Her jade arms, as soft as water waves, danced lightly, and were passed to her fingers, which were as thin as peeled onions.

In a flash, she turned around and approached Jiang Zhuo with light steps. Jiang Zhuo's breathing tightened, and he locked his eyes with the woman who was walking towards him step by step with a very serious look. Little did he know that there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes.

He was restraining himself, fearing that he would lose control and pounce on her.

The man's eyes were too fiery. Gu Li turned around and walked like a willow swaying, flowers smiling, and dancing in the wind.

Gu Li hadn't started to sweat yet, and the short, casual dance was over quickly. Before Jiang Zhuo could come back to his senses, Gu Li quickly passed him and slid onto the bed.

In the deep winter, the thin clothes are dancing lightly, and it is indeed a bit cold.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhuo, whose soul had been bewitched, did not bother Gu Li again. Instead, he glanced at Gu Li, who was hiding in the quilt with only a pair of eyes showing. Then, he stiffened his body and walked towards the small window without saying a word.

The small window had been climbed over countless times, but this time Jiang Zhuo had to climb over it twice before he got out.

Gu Li:-----

What's going on with this guy?

Before leaving, Gu Li heard Jiang Zhuo's muffled voice outside the window: "Ayao, you must never dance like this in front of others again."

His limbs were so stiff that he could hardly walk. Jiang Zhuo's nosebleed, which he couldn't stop, was left on the window of the small pavilion.

Jiang Zhuo touched it randomly, but left his own fingerprints. More blood dripped down his nose.

Jiang Zhuo: -----

In the end, Jiang Zhuo had no choice but to tear off a piece of his clothes and put it under his nose, covering half of his face.

It's so embarrassing.

Jiang Zhuoxueci hurried back and sneaked to the new room that his mother had prepared for him and Ayao. Just like he had done in Ayao's room before, he sat on the footstool, leaned his back against the bed, closed his eyes, and raised his face, calling softly: "Ayao, Ayao----"

The bloodstains on Xiaoxuan's window were discovered by Huaping the next day. She screamed in surprise, and when Gu Li looked over, she was also confused for a moment.

Why is there blood here?

Seeing the half-bloody handprint on the window frame and the size of the handprint, Gu Li made a rough guess.

He turned his head to comfort Huaping, "Don't tell anyone about this. Let me ask my elder brother first."

Jiang Zhuo came to the young lady's room every night. How could Huaping, who was the young lady's personal servant, not know about it?

She discovered this when Jiang Zhuo first visited her at night. Jiang Zhuo was just like him, and he didn't seem to try to conceal the noise he made.

When Huaping carefully went up to the second floor with her weapon in hand to rescue the young lady, she heard the young lady's calm and composed voice in the inner room. She knew that the young lady tacitly agreed to Master Jiang's arrival.

Huaping had experienced Caiqing's betrayal, and she was even more blindly obedient to her own mistress. The mistress said that in the future, as long as she didn't hear any special hints from her, she would not need to care about what was happening upstairs.

So even though she saw the horrifying bloody handprint, she immediately shut her mouth, nodded vigorously, and then asked worriedly, "Is the young lady injured?"

What she wanted to ask was whether this blood belonged to Young Master Jiang, and what on earth had Young Master Jiang done to cause so much blood to be shed.

"I'm fine." Gu Li straightened her hair bun that was about to fall down, and asked Huaping to tie her hair up.

"Go to the front yard and see if Father has gone out. If not, ask Father to wait for me. I want to go out with Father today."

"Okay, miss."