Chen Ke also took out gifts for Zhao Zongji's wife and children. They were all priceless gems and pearls, but he treated them like small stones and gave them in a box.
"Hey, hey, it seems that you have made a fortune." Zhao Zongji chuckled and said, "You are so generous."
"Just take it, these things are not valuable in Nanyang." Chen Ke lied with his eyes wide open. Even if they were not valuable, they would be valuable if they were brought to Bianjing: "I will use them as glass eggs for my nieces and nephews to play with."
"I'll be disrespectful." Zhao Zongji said with a smile: "By the way, God of Wealth, don't you have a share with my sister?"
"Yes..." Chen Ke sighed softly: "I know what happened to her..."
"Alas." Zhao Zongji also sighed. The summer before last year, not long after Chen Ke left Beijing, the Beihai County Prince made the decision and betrothed the young princess to the eldest grandson of Qian Weiyan, the son of the late Wu Yue King. They were a good match. The two parties agreed to settle the agreement last year.
They got married when they were young, but who knew that last winter, the young master of the Qian family would suffer from an emergency and die.
Although there are no famous Neo-Confucianism teachers now, it is not necessary to marry and get married with a memorial tablet, but it is inevitable that there are rumors and rumors, such as saying that the little princess is "Ke Fu". After hearing this, the little princess feels better? She is a lively girl who loves to wander around.
, and it has become impossible to get out of the door, and can no longer take two steps.
"Xian'er is a strong girl. I believe she will be able to get out of the gloom." Chen Ke picked up a small rosewood box and said, "I hope this can give her a little strength."
"I think she would rather you give it to her yourself." Zhao Zongji sighed: "You can help enlighten me when you have time. Your words are more effective than any of us."
"Yeah." Chen Ke nodded: "I understand... After sending Zhao Zongji away, Chen Ke returned to the cross-yard where he lived. The Chen family is not what it used to be. They no longer live in the cramped old house in the south of the city. Chen
Ke paid for it, and the Cao family came forward and bought a large house with a garden in Jinliangqiao at a bargain price from Cao Ping.
In this way, not only Chen Xiliang and his wife have their own main courtyard, but the four brothers Chen Ke also have their own independent courtyard.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard the rustling sound of sweeping the floor. He thought it was the maids working, but when he took a closer look, he saw that the person wearing a green and white narrow-sleeved skirt and holding a big broom was not Du Qingshuang.
?
Du Qingshuang swept the floor very seriously, as if she didn't hear his footsteps, but how bright were Chen Ke's moves? It was obvious at a glance that the little lady's back trembled first, and then her whole body became stiff.
Chen Ke was also bad. He just stood there and admired Du Qingshuang's infinitely beautiful back curve. Women's clothing in the Song Dynasty was not as bold and open as the Tang Dynasty in terms of color and style. But it was like the Ming and Qing Dynasty. It wanted to cover up all the female characteristics.
Different from the reactionary women's clothing that emerged in the Song Dynasty, women's clothing in the Song Dynasty was still used to show female charm. It was just that the way of display catered to the taste of scholars.
What is the taste of a scholar? To put it bluntly, it is pretentious, so that you cannot see it at first glance, but have to taste it carefully. For example, this well-tailored skirt looks ordinary and satisfactory, but if you look at the back, you will find it
It perfectly outlines the graceful curves of women from shoulders to waist to hips, making people think about it. Of course, for blacksmithing, you need to be strong, and no matter how good the clothes are, you need to be in good shape to be able to wear them effectively.
Du Qingshuang was still sweeping the floor, sweeping away the non-existent dust. She swept very slowly, as if the broom weighed a thousand kilograms. Because she was hunched over, the back of her skirt left the ground, revealing the beautiful two-color pair under her feet.
The embroidered shoes have a pointed toe, similar to the high heels worn by women in later generations, but without a heel.
The book Chen Ke read in his previous life said that female footbinding began in the Five Dynasties and flourished in the Southern Song Dynasty. It was already popular among aristocratic women in the Northern Song Dynasty, and it was the fashion leader of this era, the brothel woman, who led this trend.
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Du Qingshuang was sold into a brothel when she was a child, so she naturally had her feet bound, but without her reminder, Chen Ke would not have been able to connect those slender, straight feet with the three-inch golden lotus of later generations. Later he became the head of the Fengyue class, a foot reader.
After countless attempts, he realized that foot binding in the Song Dynasty was different from the perverted method of later generations.
Women in the Song Dynasty only wrapped their feet with silk to make them 'slim' before putting on shoes, but not 'bent'. Only in this way would they look good when wearing pointed embroidered shoes. To put it bluntly, their aesthetics were different from those of women a thousand years later.
, there is no difference, but the embroidered shoes of this era have no binding force on the shape of the feet. If they are not wrapped tightly first, not only will the shoes be out of shape, but the feet will also easily grow into cattail fans.
Hundreds of years later, those uneducated people wanted to restore the clothes of the Song Dynasty after the cultural gap caused by the Mongols. Then they looked through ancient books and found that women in the Song Dynasty had their feet bound. But the ancient books did not explain how to bind their feet, so they were blind.
As a result, the women's feet were wrapped into rice dumplings since they were young, creating creepy beauties with "hunchback hoofs".
Moreover, women in the Song Dynasty did not have their feet bound when they were young. They only had their feet bound when they grew up and loved beauty. Otherwise, why would there be no China after Yashan? It is terrible to have no culture...
From Chen Ke's point of view, the foot binding of the Song Dynasty also had an impact on the feet, but the impact was far less than that of high heels. In his previous life, he could accept women wearing high heels to torture themselves, so there is no reason not to accept the foot binding of the Song Dynasty in this life... He felt that he was a thief
His eyes were roaming up and down his body. Du Qingshuang's face was red, her ears were red, her whole body was weak, she hugged the broom tightly, and after a while, she started to tremble slightly.
Seeing that he had gone too far, Chen Ke coughed quickly, strode in and said, "Qingshuang, where are you going, maid? Why are you sweeping the yard?"
Du Qingshuang still turned her back to Chen Ke and said in a voice like a mosquito: "I let them go, I have to learn how to do it."
"What are you doing?" Chen Ke turned to her and saw that Xiao Nizi's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Which song is this singing?"
"No, it's nothing. I was blinded by the wind and sand." Du Qingshuang wiped the corners of her eyes, stuffed the broom behind her, lowered her head and said, "When you come back, I'll get you some water to wash your face."
"Oh." Chen Ke nodded and followed her into the house.
As soon as he entered, Du Qingshuang hurriedly took off his robe, stood on tiptoes and took off his turban, and then leaned down to prepare the boots for him to put on when he went out.
"No matter what, you have to let me sit down first." Chen Ke said with a wry smile. He has never tried to take off his boots while standing up.
"Oh..." Du Qingshuang was at a loss for words.
Chen Ke sat on the official hat chair behind him and pulled Du Qingshuang up. He held her hands and said, "Qingshuang, what's wrong with you? Who told you what?"
"No, no one said anything to me..." Du Qingshuang said in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "I heard what others said."
"Who?" Chen Ke frowned.
"Those sisters who have been concubines." Du Qingshuang whispered: "They said that to be a concubine, you have to have the consciousness of being a concubine, you have to be diligent, you have to be able to do anything, you have to be restrained, you can't treat yourself as a master... otherwise...
"
"Otherwise what?"
"I will be like them." Du Qingshuang bit her lower lip tightly, tears streaming down her face: "I will be kicked out of the house by my wife..."
"Hey..." Chen Ke said, dumbfounded: "This is all such a mess."
"This is a lesson of blood and tears." Du Qingshuang whispered.
"That's nonsense." Chen Ke smiled bitterly and said, "That's right. The ones you took in were all kicked out by their wives. But the vast majority of them live peacefully, why don't you ask them?"
"I can't see you like that..."
"That's it." Chen Ke smiled and held her in his arms and said: "Don't listen to their nonsense. If you marry me, you will only enjoy endless blessings and no hardships. It will be the same when my little sister comes in in the future. You are
Sister, you are not a master or a servant, so you don’t have to be burdened."
"I'm just afraid..." Leaning in his warm arms, Du Qingshuang sobbed harder: "I'm afraid that my wife will not like me because of my cold and lonely temperament. I'm afraid that I won't be able to do anything and will be kicked out of the house by my wife.
Go." He started crying and said: "I'm not afraid of being kicked out and embarrassed, but I'm afraid I'll never see you again, wuwu..."
"Silly child, it's impossible." Chen Ke hugged her tightly and comforted her softly: "So you have been reluctant to come in because you are worried about this? In fact, I originally wanted to rely on you and didn't want to come in.
It’s nice to live outside, and we’ve also lived a life of having a home outside of home.”
"Fuck you, you can't do anything right with just three sentences." Du Qingshuang actually felt aggrieved. She was not aggrieved because of being a concubine. It was because of her attitude towards Chen Ke... As soon as they met, she carried him home without saying a word, and then
There is no more to follow. Who else would not feel aggrieved? All she needs is a few gentle words to warm her heart.
This woman with a cold appearance is not as assertive as Qimei'er. Since she obeyed him, she naturally accepted it...
"What I said is true, I really want to rely on you. But now is a special period, and I have very powerful enemies," Chen Ke said softly: "In the future, our hatred will become deeper and deeper.
I really don’t feel at ease, so I’m going to stay at home for a while and wait until the weather calms down, then I can do whatever I want, okay?”
Chen Ke's words were so effective. Du Qingshuang's heart suddenly cleared. She curled up in his arms like a kitten and whispered: "I don't want to be alone. I will be where you are, unless you
Don’t want me anymore…”
"Hahaha..." Chen Ke laughed happily and said, "I love this evil old society to death!"
"Old society?" Du Qingshuang asked confused: "What do you mean?"
"I'm talking nonsense when I'm happy." Chen Ke said with a smile: "Qingshuang, let's go do something we love. I've been missing you so much these past two years..."
"Didn't Qimei'er feed you enough?" Du Qingshuang said with a sly smile.
"How did you know?" Chen Ke was surprised.
Du Qingshuang stood up from his arms and chuckled: "As soon as I get close to your arms, I can smell her unique fragrance."
"So powerful?" Chen Ke picked up his clothes and sniffed hard, and found that he really wanted to. He laughed and scolded: "This woman, why is she so fragrant when she has nothing to do?" He said with a smile: "But we are innocent, at least till now.
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