Chapter 26 The first clues of Yichun Elegant Gathering 3
"We have a small sparrow here, but it has all the internal organs, including flower arrangements, lighting incense burners, making tea and wine, writing and painting, as well as some molasses, flowers and fruits, salty and sour drinks, etc."
"Look, there are people gathered next to the flower arrangement. This autumn gathering is even better than the spring one. It has a different flavor. My family... this is the first time. If the princess hadn't come back, we wouldn't have done it!"
Qiu Shisanniang bit her hairpin in her mouth and raised her hands to hold her hair in front of the bronze mirror. She often said that she was an old lady. In late spring, when she looked at herself in the bronze mirror, she would feel sentimental and scolded her every day.
When Yichunju welcomes guests, she is not allowed to rest for a moment, which is why she is so tired and loses her color.
"Is this young lady also from Kyoto? How could she be buried in such a beautiful woman? I, the Thirteenth Mother, claim to have read many people, but I have never met this young lady."
The Thirteenth Niang turned around, her gauze skirt swaying, her long eyebrows and thin eyes, as dark as new. She looked straight at Su Tiying, who was holding a sugar melon next to Chu Shou.
Su Tiying took a sip of the sugar melon, turned stiffly to Chu Shou's side, gently pulled her hanging sleeves, pursed her lips and said in a muffled voice: "Ask me...Ask me..."
Chu Shou was lying on the balcony railing, looking at the night lake outside in a trance. He smiled softly, turned his head and said, "She is Su Tiying, the second young lady of the Su family."
After hearing this, Qiu Shisanniang tilted her head and thought for a while, then suddenly realized: "Oh~ I remembered it."
After that, she stood up and sat next to Su Tiying, took her hand and patted her, with concerned eyes and sincere words: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. From now on, if you follow the princess, you will eat well and drink spicy food, you will definitely grow white and fat."
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Su Tiying was smiling, but her heart was in turmoil. Is she really that miserable? The Su family didn't cover their mouths hard enough. They all said that family ugliness should not be publicized. Why was her misery "famous in Kyoto"... He took a bite of a piece of candy.
Melon, I bit it angrily, God is unfair...
After hearing this, Chu Shou looked at the night light outside, chatted his big teeth and kept having fun, smiled with crooked eyes, stood up, put his arms around her shoulders, patted Thirteen Niang's chest and said: "The truth is that I cured her brain.
Before things get better, I have to take responsibility!"
Thirteenth Niang suddenly realized it again. She looked at Su Tiying, who was holding the Tang Guaer and was not very smart. She nodded in affirmation and said, "That's right. Didn't you seal the box and not diagnose it? Why are you still so abrupt?"
Chu Shou waved his hand and said: "It's not too abrupt, it's mysterious and mysterious..."
Chu Shou and Su Tiying smiled and exchanged glances. They had quite a lot of secrets.
There was a hint of complaint in Thirteenth Niang's tone just now. It was inevitable that everyone in the world knew that Doctor Miaochun had two disciples, one was King Zhongshan and the other was Princess Liuchuan. They all said that King Zhongshan was the master of the master's true biography, but Princess Liuchuan was not.
Half-assed and out of place...
People in the world don't know, but she knows very well that five years ago, the old lady of the Zheng family, the oldest in Kyoto, was indeed lost in her hands, but this was Chu Shou's bad luck.
The old lady's life was not enough. She was lying on the bed and could only see the air coming out but not the air coming in. She was about to die. The family dragged the whole family to the door of the General's Mansion, begging her to give it to the old lady.
Diagnosis and treatment.
What was said at the beginning was good, a dead horse should be treated as a living horse doctor, life and death are determined by fate and wealth, but in the end the old lady couldn't hold on and finally drove away to the west. Fortunately for the Zheng family, all the blame was on Chu Shou.
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However, due to Chu Shou's high status, he often did not dare to criticize her openly, but secretly he often said bad things about her to others, blaming Chu Shou for the old lady's departure to the west.
, because people's words are scary, so Chu Shou was asked to speak out, saying that he would seal the case and not treat the patient from now on.
Now the second daughter of the Su family is involved again. Everyone knows the unruly methods of Mrs.
There is a lot of rumors about Kyoto Castle.
Who would have known that Miss Su Er was not screwed up by her second roommate early on...
Thirteenth Niang thought like this and saw Su Tiying eating sweet melons so deliciously that she couldn't help but feel moved. Everyone in Kyoto knew that the second Miss Su was in a miserable situation. She didn't mean to blame her, she just sighed that Chu Shou
This temperament has really changed!
"That's right..." Su Tiying nodded while chewing some sugar melons, and said to herself as if she was resigned to her fate: "If it wasn't so miserable, it wouldn't be her."
Maybe the real Su Tiying had already left in grief...
Seeing Su Tiying's eyes looking lonely and frustrated, Thirteenth Niang leaned forward and pointed to the sparkling lake, and quickly changed the subject and said: "Second Miss, have you visited the Yaji just now? The flower boat waiting for Miss Qingshuang finally docked here.
By the lake, after the song is played, the gathering can begin, and it will become more lively later!"
Su Tiying turned around and lay down on the balcony railing with Chu Shou. She looked in the direction pointed by Thirteen Niang. She saw a flower boat behind the dim lights and faint mist. There seemed to be a beauty swaying and dancing on the bow. It was very graceful.
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As if she had found a treasure, Thirteen Niang introduced her heart to the two people beside her: "This is the new Qingshuang I told you about. She has a unique appearance and is not bad at playing the guqin."
It's really wonderful. The most important thing is that you are in your prime years and you are very young..."
Thirteenth Niang was complaining, but she really liked Qingshuang. When she mentioned her, her eyes were full of pride and love.
Su Tiying watched the flower boat approaching. She climbed on the railing and turned to Ah Shui Sanqian, who was standing on tiptoe and curiously outside, and asked: "Ah Shui, Sanqian, let's go down and take a look, okay? There's a beauty down there right now. Let's go down now."
Can I watch from the front row, please?"
Ah Shui pursed her lips and smiled brightly, she became excited and excited, her face was filled with impatient anticipation, and even Sanqian nodded slightly, agreeing with Su Tiying's idea.
It's not surprising that they haven't seen the world, but the name of Qingshuang girl is now known to everyone in Kyoto City. Rumors in the market say that her beauty is as beautiful as a fish and a goose, and she is not only popular among lay guests.
In pursuit of her, even some literati were willing to fall under her pomegranate skirt. Many people spent a lot of money on her just to win the beauty's smile.
What's more amazing than others is the sound of her piano, which makes people sad, happy and intoxicated. I heard that a young man spent a lot of money to help her find a peerless piano - go around the beam and see a beautiful woman paired with a beautiful piano, which is truly the best in the world.
The first pleasure.
Chu Shou straightened up, frowned, pretended to puff up his face and said, "Why don't you call me Princess?"
Su Tiying stood up, crossed over Chu Shou, reached out and grabbed the palm-sized lantern on the other side that glowed with fluorescent yellow light. She chuckled and said, "You can feel sad here. Let me use the lantern."
After that, they went out together with the lantern.
This lantern is an important prop for Chu Shou tonight. Before going out, several people agreed on the roles. Chu Shou chose a particularly unpopular character in the Hundred Demons Book, which is about Xiaozhu and Yingying who appear in almost every chapter of Forest Spirits.
The fire is like fire when gathered, and like stars when dispersed.
However, at this kind of elegant gathering, there will naturally be people who want to be in the limelight. The young ladies and gentlemen from Kyoto City are full of tricks, and it will never be her turn.
She then quietly and automatically classified herself into the ranks of literati. They only had to come to the gathering with a lot of ink. As for choosing the characters in the book to dress up, she left it to those who wanted to.
If someone asked her to join the ranks of reciting poems and composing poems, she could refuse by wearing a green dress and a small lantern. How wonderful!
"I remember that girl Yin Yan was the most popular in Kyoto five years ago..." Chu Shou looked at the approaching flower boat, and the beautiful figure on the bow gradually became apparent. Just as Su Tiying said, she was really sad and lying on her back.
I didn't want to get up on the railing. Seeing this grand scene, all the past memories came to mind.
Thirteenth Niang sneered and leaned against the railing. The breeze picked up her broken hair. She raised her hand and pushed it behind her ears. She smiled softly, full of stories, "She, those were all old Huang Li's stories many years ago."
Now, I can't live a good life in Kyoto, but I want to follow others to the south of the Yangtze River..."
As she spoke, her eyes turned slightly red, her brows lowered, and she continued: "It's enough to go down to the south of the Yangtze River to be a bride. I'm rushing to be a concubine. I can't stop you!"
There was regret in Thirteenth Niang's tone of voice as she hated the iron. Women only have a few years of age, especially those in their profession. No matter how well they play the piano or how loud they play the pipa, if their youth is gone, they will lose everything.
Back then, Yin Yan was overshadowed by the budding Qing husbandman. From then on, there were very few guests who wanted her to play music and warm wine with her, and there were only a few...
"I told her to stay well in Kyoto, even if she can't find a good family, it doesn't matter. My Thirteenth Mother is not the kind of heartless and unrighteous person, so she refused to listen and followed the man after just a few words.
Jiangnan..."
Thirteenth Niang raised her hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes, raised her chin high, waved the fan in her hand, fanned again and again, sniffed and said: "I haven't contacted her since she ran away with that man. She
Whether her choice is good or bad, she has to bear with me!"
Chu Shou raised his hand to touch a white porcelain wine bottle and handed it to Thirteenth Niang. He raised his eyes to look at the bright moon on the branch and let out a long sigh, "There are too many difficulties in this world. I just have to work hard to live.
But the past cannot be traced back. Spring passes and autumn comes, the moon rises and sets. I am afraid that only one word of love can make people so sad..."
Thirteenth Niang raised her eyes, and her tears rolled down. She leaned against the railing, raised her head and drank the sake. The wind climbed up the tall building and surrounded her. Every time she thought of her old friend, she couldn't help but wet her clothes on a moonlit night, which made people feel resentful and resentful.
Hate, how can there be such a thing as sorrow?
"Princess Princess!"
"Miss! Look!"
Awakened by the crisp calls of Su Tiying and the others, Chu Shou clung to the railing and leaned over to look, seeing that the flower boat had already swam to the front of the building.
Colorful ropes are held on the roof of the building and stretched all the way to the shore. Bright yellow lanterns are hung at the four corners of the attic, quietly breaking the night and illuminating the longing figures of the people on the shore.
At this time, the shore was already crowded with people, men and women holding lanterns, smiling eyes, leaning forward on tiptoes just to catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman in Kyoto.
Girls who have just begun to love each other are holding lotus lanterns in their hands and gathered around the shore. They wrote small notes, folded them, stuffed them into the most reliable petals, and put them into the lake along the direction of the water flow, with their cheeks
Crimson is like the color reflected on the petals of lanterns. Your smile can be exchanged for spring breeze, your eyes can be exchanged for stars in the sky. One is for health, the other is for marriage. It is for a white head, for being in the same boat, for being in your heart, for the people on the bridge.
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As he said this, there was a commotion on the shore. It turned out to be the flower boat passing through the bridge.
The lake surface reflected the sky and the candlelight was allowed to be stirred by the breeze, gently making waves and then smoothing them out, like a girl who was eager to hide her heartbeat and then shyly concealed it, quietly hiding it in the bottom of her heart, and then overflowing in her eyes.
The bow of the boat shattered the sparkling waves on the lake, showing wrinkles like silk, but it quickly hugged the hull and submerged into the water.
There are many small lights hanging on the flower boat, like crushed stardust. The flower boat is not big, with a boatman at the stern, a cold beauty at the bow, and a painter in white in the middle.
Chu Shou was a little drunk from drinking, with slightly red cheeks, and looked at her infatuatedly. She was indeed the most beautiful woman in Kyoto. Just sitting there, making people unable to take their eyes away.
Everyone had flower petals conjured up from nowhere in their hands. People on both sides of the bank were holding a small basket with fresh rose petals in it. Seeing that the hull of the ship was fully exposed, they all sprinkled the petals on the flower ship.
For a moment, the lake surface was filled with waves, and the wind stirred in it, rolling the petals and carrying the faint fragrance of roses into the arms of everyone present.
The crowd cheered and shouted:
"Miss Qingshuang! Look here!"
"Miss Qingshuang! Play a song!"
Chu Shou looked far away and saw that there was no harp on the boat. He was afraid that tonight he would only be able to see the beautiful face and not hear the sound of the harp.
The painter in the boat looked up for a while. His slender hand was still holding the brush, his brows were furrowed, his beautiful eyes lingered on the beauty and the painting, his expression was serious, as if he was describing the beauty's figure, but he was not at all.
Influenced by the voices around me.
The flower boat looked closer and closer, and stopped under the attic. Chu Shou was attracted by the painter's dress. She frowned and tried to remember, and an idea suddenly occurred to her. This was the man Zhao Zhen introduced to her that day in Ganlinzhou.
The Ming Qi Crown Prince from Zhongnan, who is Luo...
He was dressed in white clothes with white feathers on them, his eyes were filled with peach blossoms, and his eyebrows were a little red, like red plums in the white snow. His black hair hung down behind his back without a crown, but he just brought the broken hair to the back of his head.
Holding it with a black pointed hairpin, it is casual and decent.
Perhaps noticing Chu Shou's gaze, Luo Qi suddenly stopped the tip of his pen, put his right hand on his knees, slowly raised his head, and met Chu Shou's gaze.
His eyes were heavy and he frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand. When Chu Shou saw this, he immediately shifted his gaze, his drooping hands supported his drunken face without any trace, his eyes drifted into the distance, and he almost whistled...
"Crown Prince? Crown Prince?" Qingshuang called Luo Qi in a low voice, smiled slightly, and reminded her with a sweet voice: "Your Highness, Crown Prince? Time is running out? Please continue writing."
Luo Qi came back to his senses, lowered his head and smiled slightly, and continued to pick up the pen. After a pause, the originally smooth lines suddenly changed direction. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if there was some joy in his heart. Each stroke became more and more brisk.