Chapter 118: Like Willows, Like Smoke and Like Wind
Through a few green leaves, one could vaguely see a small courtyard paved with lattice bricks. A few jasmine plants blocked the original appearance of the attic. A standard round stone table in the courtyard could be seen with a textured wooden table.
Excellent Guqin.
Because a pair of small hands were trying to pluck the strings, occasionally there would be a clear and clear sound like a spring. It was just a single note, not connected into a tune, scattered but still pleasant to the ear.
Those slender jade fingers are as pink as bamboo shoots, and the way they wave the strings is a little unfamiliar. One look at it shows that they will learn it soon. The other hand is rolling up a book of ancient music scores, and it seems that they are looking attentively. Unfortunately, the appearance is different.
It was blocked by a leaf.
"Mrs. Liu, your daughter can't see its appearance from a distance. Can you take a closer look?"
"Mrs. Xia, let me talk to my daughter about this before we discuss it."
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Two days ago, the little lotus showed its sharp horns, but a dragonfly had already stood on it.
Two days later, the lotus leaves touching the sky were infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun were unusually red.
The hot summer is coming in a blink of an eye, and the world seems to have changed in two days. Every day when the sun rises over the mountains, a heat wave hits, making the people of Yangzhou wish they could wear better clothes. The young master held a folding fan in his hand.
The fan is no longer just a decoration. It never stops from morning to night. There is no wind. It only takes a moment to dry a person under the scorching sun.
Xia Shang felt dizzy and hot on the bumpy carriage to Liuzhuang. Several personal handkerchiefs used in Jiangnan were wiped with sweat. It is still difficult for modern people who are accustomed to air conditioning to adapt to the pure natural summer in ancient times.
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Xia Shang couldn't help it, so he opened the curtain and stuck his head out. Even though the sun was shining brightly, it was better than the stuffy heat in the carriage.
Behind the car, Jiang Nan was sitting in another car, also looking out. When he saw Xia Shang, he winked at Xia Shang happily, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him was secretly flirting with her.
Today's Liuzhuang Poetry Festival caused an uproar in all counties in Yangzhou.
Not only was Princess Jiaqian convened, but the key point was that there were too many literary greats participating. Those people are all characters that are rarely seen in ordinary times. They are all famous and learned all over the world. If anyone can be related to one of them
That’s incredible. What’s more, the poetry club is gathered together today?
Secondly, not only literati and Confucian scholars participated, but also many officials and celebrities, including the Yong Wang and the prefect.
With such a strong star lineup, there are countless young talents who have heard about it, and young ladies from various families are also filing in.
Liuzhuang, who had always refused to attend classes, also gave the princess enough face this time. All comers were welcome, as long as they had some reputation and some status, they all entered Liuzhuang to attend the party.
Therefore, the scale of this poetry gathering is unprecedented. At least since the founding of Dahua, Yangzhou has never held such a large gathering of literati.
Fortunately, the Liuzhuang Houshan Tea Factory is spacious and can accommodate thousands of people. There are also hundreds of tea girls working as temporary workers, arranging the scene for the poetry meeting.
The sun has not yet risen today, and many admirers have come to Liuzhuang. They originally wanted to indulge in the landscape and show off their culture, but they didn't expect Liuzhuang to be like a fairyland on earth, exquisite and extraordinary. As soon as they entered it, they were attracted by the many scenery.
, where do you still have the energy to talk about things with irrelevant people?
There are more and more guests, but the relatively quiet area of Liuzhuang is still undisturbed.
A woman in a yellow dress and wide skirt held up the hem of her skirt and took small steps to Miss Liu's boudoir. She knocked on the door: "Sister Ruyan, come out and take a look. There are many talented people here! Your young master from Yangzhou is so good-looking.
It’s much prettier than the one in Beijing. Let’s take a look first, maybe you’ll like it.”
After a moment of pause, a melodious voice came from the room, simple and clean: "No."
"Oh, why don't you come out and take a look! If you're in a bad mood, you have to take a walk. How can you get better from being bored in the house all day?"
"No." It's just two words.
The woman in yellow clothes outside the house frowned: "Then open the door and I can come in and talk to you, okay?"
After saying that, slight footsteps came from the boudoir.
After a while, the door opened.
A girl in a green dress and plain white belt appeared. The sunlight shining directly into her eyes made the girl's eyes widen slightly. She had an innately weak posture, like a mimosa, which made people dare not touch her lightly.
Her pretty goose-egg face is as smooth as jade, but she is a bit whiter and tenderer. Her languid posture is full of pity, and her small nose is like milk dripping on her face. Every little bit of embellishment is just right. Then there are the delicate and charming red phoenix eyes.
, a pair of small eyes always with a trace of water mist, shining brightly in the sun, shining like tears. Two thin eyebrows as indifferent as smoke clouds, as if they were born, lightly painted
, it seems to hide all the landscape scenery above and below Liuzhuang.
Not to mention her frail face, her body was also as weak as water. Standing in front of the door with her small hands holding the corners of the door, it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her down. Coupled with her glum expression, it added to her demeanor that made people feel pity for her.
Liu Ruyan, who lives up to her name, is like Liu Ruyan and like the wind, and the smoke and clouds in the mountains and fields are all different. Only her unintentional and weak posture, no matter what kind of expression, will always hang on her face, like a piece of jewelry that is easily damaged.
It's a work of art that makes people reluctant to touch it.
When Miss Huangshan saw the people in the room, she couldn't help but lower her voice, and gently smoothed her hair above and some scattered cheap hair, and sighed again:
"Sister, you wrote the popular "Dream of Red Mansions" in Yangzhou, right?"
Liu Ruyan frowned slightly, her face trembling, as if the clouds reflected in the water were rippled by the wind.
"Sister, why do you say this?"
"Hey! With such a graceful posture like my sister, in a daze, I thought it was Sister Lin who jumped out of the book. I still remember Baoyu said that Sister Lin has two eyebrows that look like a frown but not a frown, and a pair of eyebrows that look like happiness but not joy.
Eyes filled with emotion. The expression is full of sorrow, and the disease is all over the body. There are a few tears, and the breath is slight. When you are quiet, it is like a beautiful flower shining on the water, and where you move, it is like a weak willow supporting the wind. The heart has one more hole than the stem, and the disease is like
Xizi wins by three points. Let’s take a look, isn’t it the sister you are talking about, Ruyan?”
Liu Ruyan smiled sweetly: "Sister made fun of me."
"No, no, no, even if Sister Lin jumps out of the book, she is not as quiet and elegant as Sister Ruyan. By then, Baoyu is afraid that she will say that she looks familiar to Sister Ruyan, and what's the matter with Sister Lin?"
After hearing this, Liu Ruyan's pretty face turned red and she felt a little more confident. She lowered her head and grabbed the girl in yellow shirt and entered the house.
After closing the door, the girl in yellow shirt asked: "How is my sister doing today? Wasn't she fine the past few days? Why is she suddenly frowning?"
"This... I'm ashamed to tell my sister about this."
"Hey! If my sister doesn't tell me, does that mean she doesn't regard her as a friend?"
"That's not the case, it's just..."
"What else is there? That's it."
Liu Ruyan sat at the table, playing with a wine glass with her little hands and lost in thought. After a long time, she sighed softly: "Mother is going to marry me to an unrelated person. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to chat with my sister in the future."