Six or seven handsome young men were conspicuous as they passed four carriages on the street.
As the New Year approaches, more and more people are traveling, especially the women of wealthy families.
Even though there were many people on the street, the Chen family also attracted a lot of attention.
The young men bravely opened the way and supported each other. From time to time, women's chatter and laughter could be heard from the car curtains lifted by the wind, as well as gold hairpins and jade jade dazzling.
Pedestrians on the street give way.
"It's not yet the season of snow and plum blossoms. Why are the Chen family traveling?" someone asked on the roadside.
When officials travel, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by some unsighted people, their cars and horses have emblems on them.
Ordinary people don't recognize it, but wealthy people and some scoundrels who have read books, are determined to pursue wealth, or make a living by making troubles, naturally remember it by heart.
The Chen family's men were quickly recognized.
Cars and horses avoid traffic much faster on the road.
"Maybe it's for the oriole?" someone said seriously.
There was laughter all around.
It has become a well-known fact in the capital that Mr. Chen’s family has done a good job.
Wild animals like the oriole have always been used by rough people in the countryside to satisfy their craving for meat, and have never been introduced to the elegant halls. Since word spread about the good oriole made by the Chen family, restaurants in Beijing have also imitated it.
But there’s nothing unusual about eating it.
Someone who has tasted Chen's oriole pointed out that Chen's oriole has a secret recipe, which aroused everyone's curiosity.
Chen Xianggong's name also became more and more famous.
It is said that a restaurant spent thousands of dollars to buy the Chen family's secret recipe for oriole.
This joke was appropriate and interesting. Qin Langjun in the crowd also laughed and turned to look at Zhou Langjun.
"Your cousin is really interesting," he said.
Liu Lang's smiling face suddenly fell.
"You are indeed, all you care about is her. That is to say, if I hear it, let it go. If someone else hears it, what will you do?" He said with a snort.
Qin Langjun just laughed.
"Whatever should be done will be done." He said, smiling, "What a pity. In fact, you old Shaanzhou Zhou should have changed their name to Zhou Huangque, but the Chen family took the lead."
Saturday Lang frowned.
"What's the point of this?" he asked, urging his horse forward.
Qin Langjun urged his horse to catch up.
"Do you think Chen Queer's real surname is Chen?" he said, swinging the reins, "You don't eat in the morning, you don't eat in the evening, but your cousin starts eating when she comes in. Don't forget, the little fried food girl you snatched."
Little fried girl...
Fried food…
It was my lady who taught me, my lady who taught me...
It was my lady who made it..., it was my lady who earned it from seeing a doctor, my lady taught me what I said...
It's her again!
Liu Lang's face was condensed, and he tightened his grip on the riding crop, obviously he had thought of this too.
"I'm so greedy!" he said slowly.
"It's so exquisite." Qin Langjun added, "No matter where you are, you can feel at ease and content, and the wonderful pen is the finishing touch."
Saturday Lang turned to look at him.
Qin Langjun raised his eyebrows and nodded.
"Yes, she is, she is so good." He said, "You should be proud to have such a sister."
Saturday Lang turned the horse's head.
"I'm not going to enjoy the plum blossoms anymore. What's so good about dead trees and old branches? Only women like to see them. I'm going to go hunting in the mountains." He said, urging his horse away.
Bali Town, a suburb of the capital city, is where Qie Ting Temple is located. At this time, the temple is full of tourists, laughing and chatting noisily.
"...The immortal dropped the peach core, turned around and flew away. At this time, everyone noticed and shouted, stop, stop, but it was still too late..." A young man said with a smile, "From this, only
This is a temporary temple."
The women around him nodded and smiled.
"Fourth brother, what you are talking about is boring. The Qiding Temple has a monument first and then a temple. This monument also has a great history... This monument... eh?" Another young man said hurriedly, while talking, he looked at the sisters beside him.
Brother, stop talking, "Where is Mrs. Cheng?"
Everyone hurriedly looked around, and sure enough, the woman in the green cloak and hood was nowhere to be seen.
"I and Dan Niang went over there to look at the Buddha statues," one of the daughters said.
The teenagers all turned their heads to look where she was pointing.
"We will go too, we will go too," they said in unison.
Several women reached out to hold them.
"Brother Twelve, you haven't finished speaking yet." they shouted.
"There's nothing to talk about. Everyone in the capital knows it. You can just ask around and you will find out." A young man said.
These words caused a burst of boos from the women, and they burst into laughter, attracting countless glances from all around.
At this time, in the west side hall, the excitement of the courtyard was much isolated.
"Sister, come and see, the Buddha statues here are so scary." Dan Niang said happily, running forward.
Cheng Jiaoniang walked slowly behind her, followed by her maidservant beside her.
There were also four or five people in the side hall. They looked over when they heard the movement, and when they saw it was a female family member, they all looked away politely.
Beijing is civilized and the new year is about to begin. The female relatives travel a lot. In the summer, they are covered by power fences, but in winter they usually wear hoods to cover their faces.
Dan Niang was focused on looking at the Buddha statue, but Cheng Jiao Niang's eyes fell on the west wall.
Different from other rooms where the Dharma Protector stands on the side, the walls here are empty and white, with a row of pen and ink placed in the corner.
"That's for literati and wanderers to write poems for." The maid whispered.
As he spoke, there was a burst of laughter among the four or five people over there.
"Brother Qinglin has good poems."
Accompanied by the laughter of everyone, a man put down his pen and looked at the poem written on the wall again.
"Show your ugliness, show your ugliness."
Compliment and humility complement each other.
The excitement made Dan Niang turn around and saw Cheng Jiao Niang and her maid walking toward the other wall, and she hurriedly followed.
Looking closer, there are a few poems scattered on the wall.
"Sister, do you also want to compose poetry?" She went over and asked, pulling Cheng Jiaoniang's sleeve.
The people who were joking over there looked over again. Although they couldn't see the description clearly, they looked at the woman's demeanor and extraordinary clothes. She must be from a wealthy family.
Women from wealthy families were educated and literate, and some of them were proficient in poetry. For example, the second wife of the Li family in Anzhou was famous for her literary talent.
It's interesting to meet a woman who can recite poetry.
"I don't know how." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at the maid, "Read it."
The maid responded, reading the poem on the wall in a low voice from left to right.
It turned out that he was illiterate.
A few people here looked away, some of their interest was waning, which was really a pity.
So, it’s not easy to meet a talented woman.
"I recognize it too, I recognize it too." Dan Niang smiled and took over the maid's voice to read the poem.
Cheng Jiaoniang listened quietly.
"Madam, how are you?" the maid asked.
"I don't know how to compose poetry, I don't know." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"I can, I can, grandpa taught me." Danniang held her face in her hands and laughed, looking at the wall with a lot of white space.
During the Chinese New Year and when the plum blossoms in the temple are in full bloom, it is the most lively time and the time when there are the most literati. Therefore, the wall will be repainted at this time. Looking at it later in the year, this wall must have been filled with writing.
"Very good, I can write, you can write the poem, and I can write the inscription, how about that?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at the pink and white wall, she felt her heart agitated.
She has been practicing calligraphy with her hands and branches for a long time. I wonder if she might have picked up the pen and finished writing?
"Okay, okay." Dan Niang nodded happily.
He is childish and innocent, he only knows how to express his feelings directly, but he still doesn’t know what it means to be humble and hide his clumsiness.
It turned out to be to attract naughty children to play, and several people there looked at each other and laughed.
"Let's go enjoy the plum blossoms now," they said, and walked out of the back door while chatting and laughing about the poem they had just written. (To be continued)
