The winter sun is shining warmly at noon, and the cold fragrance of the chrysanthemum garden is floating. The low and dense camellia trees stretch from the middle of the mountain to the waterfront at the foot of the mountain. From the bamboo pavilion in the middle of the mountain, you can look down at the Dongda Pond that goes around the mountain, and you can see the boats passing by. They are far apart.
, I couldn’t hear the sound of oars or people, I could only see ships of all sizes being invisibly “exploited” one by one.
The word pulls people back and forth, to survive and seek success, it is human instinct, to read poetry and books diligently to gain fame is the most beneficial thing in the world. When you are born in the world, you can avoid the world, but it doesn't hurt to be detached occasionally, just like sitting in the bamboo pavilion in the middle of the mountain.
Go up there, be still and observe the movement, and you will be in a good mood, not to mention that there is the shy and beautiful Shang Danran beside you. Shang Danran's confused heart gradually calmed down, and she felt what Zhang Xuan felt. Because of this tacit understanding, this elegance and beauty
The girl smiled slightly in front of her lips, completely unaware that her little niece Shang Jinghui looked up at her and stared at her~
Zhang Xuan pointed to the huts under the pavilion and said, "It would be great if I could study and practice calligraphy here and watch the mountains and chrysanthemums in my free time."
Shang Danran said: "My eldest brother used to study and make art in this hut in the middle of the mountain. Even though he is in the city, he seems to be living in seclusion." He answered naturally, as if he had known each other for a long time, well, indeed, they had known each other for a long time.
It's been more than a month.
Zhang Xuan said: "Miss Danran was only about the same age as Xiao Jinghui at that time. Seeing that Xiao Jinghui is now
Jing Wei can imagine you at that time."
Shang Danran lowered his head and glanced at her little niece who was leaning next to her, and said with a smile: "They say little
Wei looks like me, it's really strange. Hey, Xiao Hui, why are you silent? Did the little bird fly away?"
Shang Jinghui said: "I follow my aunt's example. Sometimes I have to think quietly for a while."
Shang Danran couldn't help laughing. He glanced at Zhang Xuan, then looked down at his niece and said, "What's on your mind? Tell your aunt?"
But Shang Jinghui shook his head and said: "If I don't tell you, how can I express my thoughts? If I say it, it's not my thoughts, it's just talking."
Shang Danran suppressed his laughter, took one of his niece's little hands, held it in his palm, and said, "You can also tell me what's on your mind." Suddenly he thought of something, pursed his lips, and just gently kneaded Zhang Xuan's niece's little hand.
The eyes were not very good, but they were effective at this time. I saw that Shang Danran's face was a little red, as if his clean nose had been smeared with a light layer of rouge, and there were two hands held together, one big and one small.
The body is slender and soft, and the small flesh is soft, like jade carved from powder, and crystal clear like snow.
Zhang Xuan's heart was beating a little. "What else do you want to say, but I don't know what to say, let this moment pass slowly." But Shang Danran suddenly let out a soft cry and pointed to a boat approaching from the right bank of Dongdachi not far away.
He walked out of a small boat and said, "My second brother is here." "1j, Wei, let's go back quickly." He gave Zhang Xuan a blessing and looked down, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and he was so beautiful.
Shang Jinghui said "Oh" and waved his hand to Zhang Xuan: "Brother Zhang Xuanzi, let's go first. I won't accompany you. Will you come next time?"
Zhang Xuan smiled and said: "Of course I'm coming. I'll be here in two days. I have something else to do."
Shang Danran guessed what Zhang Xuan was referring to when he came. He blushed and his heart beat, but he was indescribably happy. He led Xiao Hui down to the bamboo pavilion, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said, "Zhang Xuanzi wants to come here."
Just read quietly and tell my second brother.
Zhang Xuan said with a smile: "It's too cold on the mountain in winter. Come next summer, the mountain will be cool and perfect for studying." She watched Shang Danran holding Xiao Jinghui, Liang Ma, and the maid Fanghua going down the mountain from the other side.
I'm afraid the mountain road won't be very easy to walk, right?
Just as she was thinking this, she saw Xiao Jinghui running back again. Her slightly bloated brocade and mink fur did not affect her agility at all. She ran to the bamboo pavilion, turned around and said to the maid Fanghua who was catching up: "Farewell Fanghua.
Come here, I'll tell brother Zhang Xuanzi, "I'll leave soon."
The maid Fanghua stood under the few remaining chrysanthemums and waited. Shang Jinghui walked into the pavilion. His innocent and cute little face was a little shy, and his little mouth was tightly pursed. Zhang Xuan bent down and asked her: What does "Xiaowei" have?
thing?"
Six-year-old Shang Jinghui raised his little face and his eyes were bright. Because his mouth was pursed tightly, he made a "bah" sound when he spoke and said: "Brother Zhang Xuanzi, Xiao Hui also wants to be like his aunt. "Same as what? It doesn't matter.
Just say it." Zhang Xuan encouraged with a smile.
Shang Jinghui said quickly: "Xiaowei also wants to marry brother Zhang Xuanzi like my aunt, okay?"
Zhang Xuan stood up straight suddenly, staggering every time, and then stabilized himself. He told himself to calm down and don't scare the children, so he asked softly: "Why do Xiaowei think so?"
Shang Jinghui observed Zhang Xuan's face and replied, "It just came to my mind just now."
Zhang Xuan smiled and shook his head and said, "That's not possible. Your aunt and I are a good match if we are similar in age."
Xiao Jinghui said stubbornly: "But I will grow up too. I will be as big as my aunt."
Even if Zhang Xuan is so wise and eloquent, he can't explain clearly to this six-year-old girl. Ethics, people's opinions about right and wrong, this eight-legged essay is too difficult to write. Shang Jinghui raised his head and saw Zhang Xuan as if
Looking very embarrassed, the little girl then said: "Brother Zhang Xuanzi, this is not very good, is it?" Zhang Xuan said: "It is not very good, you will understand if you keep clamping it for a while."
After all, he was a child, so he didn't feel particularly disappointed if he couldn't get married. He said, "Well, let's see if I will understand when I grow up. My mother is like this too. She can't answer the questions I ask her, so she just
I excused myself by saying that I will understand when I grow up."
Xiao Jinghui was so smart, Zhang Xuan said with a smile: "Your mother is right, you will naturally understand many things when you grow up.
The maid Fanghua is calling: "Miss Jingwei, the eldest lady is urging you."
Xiao Jinghui responded, "I'm coming." Ding told Zhang Xuan, "Brother Zhang Xuanzi, you are not allowed to tell anyone about me. This is my concern. I only told brother Zhang Xuanzi."
Zhang Xuan could only nod and promise: "I won't tell you, I will never tell you."
Xiao Jinghui laughed and whispered: "Secret."
Zhang Xuan said: "Well, well, it's a secret."
Shang Jinghui was relieved and jumped down from the bamboo pavilion. He took the hand of his maid Fanghua and went down the mountain.
Zhang Xuan was alone in the bamboo pavilion, shaking his head and laughing. How many people have many strange thoughts and wishes when they were young? When they grow up, they are like dreams without trace. Xiao Hui will be like this too. When she grows up, she will understand.
This is impossible. Maybe he has simply forgotten that he had such ridiculous worries back then. Shang Zhoude already knew from the steward on the shore that his younger sister Shang Danran had also come here with Xiao Hui, and he secretly laughed in his heart.
, I don’t think there is anything wrong. Since the Wanli era, the constraints of etiquette have become more and more relaxed, and the hierarchical system has gradually collapsed. The strict hierarchical regulations on clothing, residences, and cars formulated during the Hongwu period are no longer observed by the world. Rich merchants’ mansions are planned to be
Princes and princes can wear silk and satin as long as they can afford it, and domestic slaves dare to ride in sedan chairs, go on outings, and burn incense in temples.
So it doesn't matter that Shang Danran met Zhang Xuan in his Juyuan. Zhang Xuan will probably ask someone to propose marriage when he goes back today.
With this in mind, Shang Zhoude climbed up the mountain to the bamboo pavilion beside the chrysanthemum garden, but he didn't see his little sister and niece. He knew that he had left first, so he didn't mention it and only asked Zhang Xuan how the chrysanthemum garden was.
?
Zhang Xuan said: "It's quite famous, but most of it has withered. It would have been better if I came a month earlier."
Shang Zhoude laughed and said: "It's not too late. We have a long time to come. Next September, I will invite you to pick chrysanthemums under the east fence, drink wine and talk about mulberry trees. Haha." After a pause of laughter, he asked: "Does Jiezi know Qi Huzi?"
What are you doing here?"
When Zhang Xuan saw what Shang Zhoude said, he understood in his heart and said, "I don't know this."
Shang Zhoude smiled and said: "Qi Huzi has been thinking about getting married since he was eleven years old. He saw my niece Jinglan yesterday and came here to see her cousin today. He was not shy and spoke frankly.
I wanted to marry Shang Jinglan. My wife laughed and called me, but it turned out that he came first before discussing with his elders. By this time, he had already rushed back. He couldn't even wait for him to have a meal and said he wanted to go back and write a letter.
Report this to his father, haha, this Qi Huzi is quite an impatient person."
Zhang Xuan thought in his heart: "Qi Huzi is a brat and wants to marry a wife at the age of eleven. It's really funny. But as far as I know, Shang Jinglan is also his wife. When Qi Huzi was forty-four years old, he was captured by Qing troops.
In Hangzhou, there was no hope of saving the country, so he threw himself into the water and died for his country. Shang Jinglan lived a happy life. They were a pair worthy of admiration: "Qi Huzi is a mountain prodigy, and Miss Jinglan is beautiful and intelligent. They are two years apart in age. They are indeed a good match."
Shang Zhoude nodded and said: "Zhuo Jing has already gone to tell Jinglan's mother about this. There must be nothing different about us. It's just that Qi Huzi and Jinglan are too young. It's better to get engaged in two years." He thought in his heart.
What he was thinking was: "You have to decide on the marriage of little sister Dan Ran in advance. How can there be a reason for a young niece to get engaged first when a young aunt is in the house?" Suddenly asked: "Does Jiezi remember his birth date? I have one."
My friend is good at pushing the four pillars, why not ask him to help you push your fortune?"
This is not because Shang Zhoude is eager to marry his younger sister Dan Ran, but because Dan Ran is one year older than Zhang Xuan. As the saying goes in Shaoxing, "Female freshmen cannot become wives." Although in real life, many freshmen girls still become wives.
, but just like women not binding their feet, some people still taboo these things, so they have to ask someone to read the horoscopes in advance. If there are any problems, they can be deciphered in advance. The mismatch of the horoscopes can also be repaired. Zhang Xuan said: "Jia Ci said that I am Wanli.
She was born on the 19th day of June in the twenty-sixth year of the lunar month." I thought to myself: "Can I measure my destiny accurately? I have already changed my destiny against the will of heaven."
Dedao of Zhou Dynasty in Shang Dynasty said: "In the twenty-sixth year of Zili, that is the year of Shuxu, on the 19th day of the sixth lunar month, OK, I have written it down."
It was already noon, and the figures were all shrunk at their feet. Shang Zhoude and Zhang Xuan went down the mountain and took a boat back to the mansion. After lunch, a short break for tea, and some chatting, Zhang Xuan said goodbye to Shang Zhoude and took the
When the "Picture of a Girl Cuju" returned to the mountains, Shang and Zhoude still ordered carriages and healthy servants to see them off.@.