In early February, it was cold and the branches and leaves were drying out. I was in a bright and tender mood. I was very determined to write two large characters to welcome spring. I spread it out and left it idle. The winter table was called red tangerine, and I ground it carefully with an inkstone. I just picked up the pen and wrote the sentence "Bamboo".
A few peach blossoms came to visit me. Ming hurriedly put down his pen and smiled to welcome him in.
After greetings, I looked up and saw a table made of huanghuali wood, carved with crabapples and inlaid with marble, covered with a layer of snow-white rice paper. The traces were not yet dry, so I smiled and said: I’m disturbing my sister’s efforts.
He walked to the desk, picked up the paper, looked at it and said critically: How dare you write with a pen?! Even if you don’t have half the strength to write, the words will clump together!
Ming was criticized at the beginning and said: I can still see people in regular script and practice it by copying scriptures. Is it possible to practice in your spare time to get some talent points to give extra points for the college entrance examination and to practice hard day and night? Is it the same as an art pursuer?
She looked at Ming Yi contemptuously without saying a word, picked up her pen and swished her pen a few times and continued to write "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet". As expected, it was fuller and rounder than Ming's words, but... Even though she couldn't write, she could still tell.
These words are worse than old.
Of course, Ming also shouted loudly and praised himself. He was quite interested in these words, so he continued to write. He had just finished writing the last word, "Shi", which was thickly dotted. She wrinkled when she saw it.
He frowned and said: Why are you here?
Ming didn't have time to praise the last stroke, so he came into the room with his pen and lifted the curtain. Yan Cao had long been accustomed to making tea without waiting for instructions. He put down his pen and turned around from behind the desk with a smile: "If you come, I will come, okay? Ming."
He quickly smoothed things over and joked to himself: Mainly, I have too many tea and snacks here, especially the host’s house.
They all spat at her.
I don’t know since when the three sisters often gathered in Mu Cangzhai. In fact, Taoran Hall is the most comfortable and luxurious, but every time you go in, you have to make fun of the "vulgar and rustic" thing, while Shanyue Residence is the most elegant and pleasant. There are piles of pens, papers and inkstones everywhere, and you will be provoked when you go in.
This "fake scholar" often breaks out a war without even saying a few words; he can only shrug it off with a clear face.
She went around the desk to look at the big characters. Although she couldn't say that the characters were bad, she still wanted to say a few words: Why don't you use swallow paper? Didn't my uncle send many for the Chinese New Year this time? Minglongshou said fearfully: Then
It’s so expensive. You don’t need it when practicing calligraphy.
He snorted coldly: Just look at the penmanship when writing. Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Pavilion" was written on ordinary paper, but it has been passed down through the ages. Is that paper?
Ming hurriedly interjected: You two are right, but my writing style is only suitable for this ordinary rice paper. If you want to come to my place to write, please bring your own paper.
She is not afraid of their quarrel, but the most important battlefield is not Mu Cangzhai. Last time, the two of them lost their temper and smashed a cloisonné enamel incense box and dropped three pastel bean-glazed Xishi cups without claiming compensation.
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Yancao came up with a tea tray, followed by a basket and box of snacks. Dan Juming quickly pulled them to sit at the table and said with a smile: "My mother made the new bean paste snacks from my old place. Let's try them."
Chang tasted a few words about the tea as usual and also criticized a few snacks, which calmed the atmosphere.
After a few words, he talked about yesterday's visitor: Mother said that Mrs. He was quite skilled in medicine and came to reminisce with me. Without saying a few words, she took my pulse, looked up, and stopped asking us to visit her.
Sven flipped the lid of the tea bowl and said with a smile: I heard that the young master of the He family who came with me also studied medicine; hey...it was a pity that he went to the hospital to practice medicine and was sentenced to only five or six grades at most.
He snorted: If you have the ability, you should never look at a doctor in your life! I ignored him and just glanced at Ming Yi with a pointed smile: But... In a family with an innocent family, people are simple.
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Ming lowered his head to drink tea and did not say anything. He did not know what was going on and changed the topic: What do you think the sixth sister will wear when I go to Guangji Temple the day after tomorrow? I want to wear the big phoenix hairpin with silk beads inlaid on my head.
It's fun to shake your head.
Ming smiled and said, "I'll just wear the pair of emerald, lotus, and silver-wrapped silk hair and face." He wrinkled his nose and said in disgust, "You're so shabby, can't you help our parents look good? If I didn't lend it to you, you would be so imposing!"
Ming didn't care. He put down his tea bowl and said: "Let's go burn incense and pray for blessings. If you wear so much gold, be careful it will dazzle the eyes of the Bodhisattva and he won't be able to hear what you are asking for! Long face? Be careful of being robbed. That's really a long face."
Got it!
He glared and said: Who dares to rob at the emperor's feet? After being bored for many days, I want to have fun and wear that gem-encrusted gold hairpin and pearl chain. The meaning of showing off is beyond words.
Oh my God, you can open a jewelry store with this body. Five Elements, spare your poor neck! Ming complained and stretched out his hand to pinch her face. Ming hurriedly hid.
Seeing the two of them laughing and joking together, he felt a little left out and said sarcastically: "In previous years, I went to burn incense every month, but this year I postponed going until today. What's the fun in it? You are still so happy."
He immediately turned back and retorted: I have always said that in the capital city, if you go to offer incense during the crowded months, you will not be able to properly take care of it. Don’t let it lead to stories! Do you think you can drive away the people in and outside the temple in Dengzhou? If you are
What should the prodigal son do if he sees it?
He chuckled and said, "Sister, you've seen too many dramas, right? There are so many rich and famous families in the month. Even if we don't look closely, they will also be on guard, so what's there to be afraid of? I'm so careful, I'm getting older after all."
Ming felt very uncomfortable after hearing this and frowned and said: Is there no prodigal son in a famous family? With such a beautiful face and beautiful face that everyone loves, it is better not to cause trouble for his father and brother. There was a hint of coldness in his voice unconsciously.
Shengsheng choked and gritted his teeth and said angrily: What do you mean, sister?!
Ming smiled and said: What do you mean?
Ming glared angrily and did not give in. He was very excited. Unfortunately, the two only looked at each other for a while. Ming turned aside and smiled softly and said, "Sister, I mean the elders are more thoughtful than us. Let's just be the juniors and be obedient."
Suizhu sat down and felt that it was not enough. She wanted to add two handfuls of firewood. Suddenly, the curtain opened and a smart and pretty little girl came in. Xiao Xie, the maid next to her, bowed respectfully to several girls and then said to Xiao Xiao: The fifth girl asked you to go.
She slapped her face in surprise and whispered: Oh, I forgot! She asked me to help her read some account books. She even looked at two of them deliberately...I'm going to leave first, sister Si Si and Liu. She said and left in a hurry.
After the person walked away, she slammed the table and said, "Look at her arrogance! She's so biased!"
Ming picked up the tea bowl and blew it gently in reply: "Aunt Lin taught four poems, lyrics, songs, and five housekeepers to set up accounts. I'll learn some female celebrities from Fang's mother. Isn't that cool?"
Seeing that Ming only felt a fist hitting the cotton, he felt suffocated in his stomach and said in a strange tone: I heard that the grandfather of the He family has become an official. There is only one eldest uncle in the family who is a magistrate in the south. I wonder if he will take care of his nephew.
Ming didn't say a word and just listened silently to her words before putting down the tea bowl and turning slightly sideways to Zuo Se: "Do you still remember Dengzhou Meiyun?"
Unexpectedly, Ming suddenly mentioned this and was startled before saying: What happened to the memory?
Ming said slowly: Mrs. Liu, the concubine of Magistrate Liu's family, is also kind and kind. Last year, she married a poor local nobleman. She didn't understand, so Ming continued to say, she is not the only one. We have known many girls in Dengzhou for so many years.
Where will the sisters and concubines marry?
Gradually he understood what she meant, her face was very ugly, her delicate eyebrows were raised into a sharp quarrel, and she continued: Speaking of it, Yunzhu, the luckiest among them, was only married to his colleague's legitimate son, and she didn't have a daughter in her family to treat Yunzhu as her own. What about the others? Jin E
Married to a middle-aged man who had experience in filling houses but had no son. Chun married an outsider in the town. The most pitiful sisters were Shun Niang and Qian Zhixian. They only cared about their own greed for money and sex and did not care about the lives of their concubine children. They just allowed themselves to be rubbed and one of them was given to the Shandong police.
I asked my concubine to marry a rich man in the countryside who was over fifty years old and fill in a house in exchange for a lot of gift money...
Thinking of those girls I once knew who were so charming and beautiful but were blown away by the wind, my heart became heavy and Shen Ming sighed softly: "You can come out to socialize in the boudoir and still have dignity, what about those concubine girls who are detained at home?"
...I have married into the Earl's Palace in recent days, and those ladies in the capital have been very honorable, but can we compare with them?
A legitimate daughter is better than a concubine in more than just her birth and upbringing. A legitimate daughter can be in an offensive or defensive position. It is possible for her to be a dragon or a phoenix, but it is different for a concubine. If she is high or low, she will live in the same circle as her legitimate sisters, seeing the same people and living the same life.
But in the end, we were so far apart from each other that we got married. This comparison creates a terrible feeling of loss.
? The voice said: We are different. My father is an official. My elder brother is young and promising. He paused and said in a low voice: Don't talk about the concubine's talent, learning, appearance, how can I lose? Isn't it because I didn't have a child in my belly? Look at it.
Even a subordinate in the Changdong Mansion would praise me and trample me. If I didn't grow up, I would be trampled into the mud. Why should I have to be inferior to others all my life?
Ming suddenly felt depressed and stood up, opened the window and said softly: I hope all my wishes will come true. - What is the difference between making progress and being restless? What if climbing high and falling heavy fails? My sister can persuade her even if she continues to be stubborn, she will also be with her.
People who are ignorant do not worship the Holy Mother.