Shen Anyan returned to Ronghua Pavilion, thinking that if she wanted to take revenge, she must not be as mediocre as in her previous life, her guzheng was already superior in her previous life, and she was talented in poetry. ◢ With ◢ Dream ◢ small ◢.lā insufficient, I'm afraid it's the word of that hand, after all, the master mother has not invited Mr., the font is very angry, there is no style.

The fragrance of the inner room is pervasive, which makes people comfortable, Shen Anyan looked at this boudoir with memories, she hasn't been back for six years, she didn't expect to see it again, and the old things are still a little kind......

There are a lot of poems and books on the shelves, she likes to read and study before the age of seven, but then the main mother said that the girl's family does not take the top prize, why do you read so many books, women are literate, can understand the righteousness, and are virtuous, but they like to read the songbook, stir up evil hearts, and even dance and write to make no ugly things, but it is better not to be illiterate, and to keep the clumsy and safe to heal, just obey the father's family and the husband's family.

But in fact, the Great Zhou Dynasty was an enlightened dynasty, and gambling books and pouring tea fragrance was the standard of virtue and elegance. The so-called beauty should take flowers as the appearance, birds as the sound, the moon as the god, jade as the bone, ice and snow as the skin, autumn water as the posture, and poetry as the heart.

Otherwise, why would the housewife ask someone to compose poems for Shen Lingyang and then spread them to say that Shen Lingyang made them himself, so as to accumulate virtues.

I remember when I was young, many of my essays and other small poems and words were taken away by Shen Lingyang and Shen Changbi, and there was nowhere to say wrongs, the common people and royal nobles in the capital still have a good impression of Shen Lingyang and Shen Changbi, who can make good poems at the age of eight, and laid the groundwork for Shen Lingyang to be named the first beauty in the capital.

Shen Anyan needs revenge, just because she messes up the house, she can't take revenge and blood hatred. If you want to work hard to go out, you can't stay in the house for the rest of your life, but the nobles, especially the royal family, don't take human life seriously, Shen Anyan is just a concubine's daughter, and she doesn't even care about her father, how can others care?

Shen Anyan's jade fingers stopped in mid-air, and her fingertips lightly touched a jade pendant. The jade color is high-quality, moist and transparent, and the jade pendant was placed next to Shen Anyan's favorite book in the past, and the seat is actually very eye-catching. But because that book is barely read now, it was later forgotten. Seeing this jade pendant now, it evokes some of Shen Anyan's childhood memories that were forgotten in the corner, and it is pouring like a tide.

"The clouds and temples are shaking, and the warmth of the hibiscus tent is **. Because I am the fourth healthy daughter of the Shen family, I used the fourth word of these two sentences, the milk name is Yan Nuan. The girl sitting in the field said. Shen Anyan was only five years old that year, and she was still used to using her milk name.

"Young man, do you know what this means?" the boy smiled on his white face, but his eyes were full of an unknown meaning.

Shen Anyan leaned back against the grain pile, gently shook a fluffy dogtail grass in her hand, thought for a while, and said, "Hmm? Isn't it to describe a noble concubine who was born with a beautiful appearance and is loved by three thousand? Is this it?" Shen Anyan was reluctant to call Yeqiu Ni her mother at this time.

"Well, yes. Although he replied with a smile, the unknown meaning in the boy's eyes became stronger at this time. This description is clearly Yang Yuhuan, Yang Guifei is a disaster, she was hanged to death in Ma Weipo at a young age, and this housewife clearly hoped that Shen Anyan would not end well.

However, Shen Anyan didn't understand this when she was young, and it seemed that she was not bad, and she had a good life, so she didn't continue the topic, but just asked, "Yan Nuan, can you still come out in the future?"

Shen Anyan shook her head after hearing this, she lost her original bright smile, and looked a little depressed, "Dad and Mrs. won't let me come out." ”

"It's okay, then I'll go find you," the boy stood up, looking mature, and really couldn't tell that he was only seven years old. "You remember first, my name is Junmo. ”

What a ridiculous name. The light ink slanted, and there was nowhere to dispel his sorrows, forget it, he was indeed unlucky, wasn't he? The corners of Junmo's mouth hooked up a self-deprecating arc.

Shen Anyan also stood up, brushed her pink Confucian skirt, and the light yellow belt on her waist fluttered in the wind, "The green robe is heavy at first glance, and the yellow list is beginning to open the imperial ink fresh." I know! Your family hopes that you will be the top student in the exam, and your future will be bright, how nice it is. ”

Shen Anyan looked at Junmo with a smile in her watery eyes, ordinary people naturally hope that her son will be admitted to the top prize and have a bright future.

Junmo smiled, Shen Anyan misunderstood, he didn't have such a plan at home. But this sentence is quite good, and I originally wanted to tell her how I understood Junmo, but after thinking about it, I didn't want to say it.

If it's really as Yan Nuan said, what he wants, then it's good.

"By the way, Junmo, Mother Qin is looking for me, I have to go back soon. Shen Anyan dropped the grass and remembered that Mother Qin was going to start looking for herself.

This memory is that Shen Anyan went out with Qin's mother, met a boy by chance, the two chatted, had similar interests, ran to the grass, streams, fields, and played happily until the afternoon, Shen Anyan felt that Qin's mother must be looking for herself after finishing her errands.

"Well, I'll accompany you. Junmo followed, and then raised his hand and knocked on Shen Anyan's head, Shen Anyan looked back at him with big watery eyes and inexplication, full of doubts and puzzlement. Junmo also looked at her and said, "If you want to call Brother Junmo, how can you call your name directly!"

Shen Anyan nodded innocently, and then followed Junmo, and the two walked farther and farther, gradually disappearing into the place of the setting sun.

Shen Anyan stopped her thoughts, Junmo, it seems that he has never heard of such a person in his previous life, has he forgotten about himself, or has he come to look for himself and was driven away by Ye Qiu Ni?

Shen Anyan continued her childhood memories, only four or five days after that, Junmo really found herself, and then came to Shen Anyan every once in a while to play, the two of them chatted, read poetry and history, or played the piano and painted, very chatty.

Shen Anyan's Luhua Pavilion happened to be on the side of the Shen Mansion, and it was separated from the outside by a wall that was not too difficult to cross.

I remember that morning, Shen Anyan sat in her backyard reading a book, which was what Shen Anyan would do every morning.

The spring breeze is blowing, not very cold, a little warm feeling, the willow branches have put small green buds at the beginning, it looks very comfortable, adding more luster to this magnificent yard, and the whole yard is full of warm green.

At this time, a girl wearing a green gauze skirt walked in, tied into an elegant bow with water blue silk soft smoke around her waist, and a Wei Ling hairpin was gently pulled up and inserted diagonally in her ink-colored hair, her skin was as clear as jade, and her face was pink. A group of maidservants walked in behind her, Shen Changbi was very imposing, and her attendant maids were almost the same as the people in her entire backyard.

Shen Changbi saw a poem that Shen Anyan put on the stone table, picked it up, and said slowly, "Did you write this poem......?"

"Shen Changbi! How could you take the poem I wrote last time and tell your father that it was yours! That was obviously written by me!" As soon as Shen Anyan saw Shen Changbi, she remembered what happened last time, put down the poem book, stood up and questioned Shen Changbi.

I remember the last time Shen Changbi took away his poems to his father, and his father said that the penmanship was immature and it was written by a child, but the innocence and simplicity revealed the aura, and the writing was not bad, and it was a feeling that it was impossible to write it if someone wrote it on behalf of him. Shen Shenyin was a doctor from Sanpin Yushi at that time, and he made a wide range of friends, and then spread out, and Shen Changbi gained a lot of fame.

"Who said that you wrote it! It's clear that I wrote it myself! Yes, there's this one!" Shen Changbi picked up the poem on the table and yelled at Shen Anyan, "I wrote it, you have to take it away and read it, now, give it back to me!"

Shen Anyan is only five years old, and she doesn't know what worldly calculations, the last time she explained that the poem was written by herself, she was scolded by her father, and said that she tried to frame and embezzle, and her conduct was not good, so she must have read too many opera books that are usually useless.

In the previous life, I was sad and cried for a while. It is precisely because of this incident that many years later, after she wrote enough poems to Shen Lingyang and Shen Changbi, the housewife took advantage of this incident to make a fuss and told Shen Anyan that "a woman is virtuous if she is not talented", which made Shen Anyan hesitate and no longer be so keen on poetry.

The simple Shen Anyan didn't know what method to use, and she was in a hurry, so she went to grab it, and said, "I won't give it to you if I tear it up." ”

Shen Changbi saw Shen Anyan approaching, pushed it away very hard, snorted softly after Shen Anyan fell, and turned his head to leave.

Shen Anyan unexpectedly reached out and pulled Shen Changbi's hair, the pain of the hair being pulled up made Shen Changbi can't help but scream loudly, Shen Changbi quickly turned around, and fought with Shen Anyan mercilessly, leaving scratches on Shen Anyan's face and the back of her hands.

The crazy fight between the two young ladies finally made the maidservants on the side a little uneasy. Quickly joined in, Shen Changbi's personal mother-in-law rushed over in a hurry, grabbed Shen Changbi, then grabbed Shen Anyan's head, and hit the ground hard. The momentary dizziness made Shen Anyan stop her movements and lie on the ground.

"Yi Shu is a prisoner!" Shen Changbi shouted at the top of his voice after he got out, "Hit me! This little bastard who beat me can't get up!"

Fists fell on Shen Anyan's body like raindrops, and some people trampled on them with their feet. After a long time, she stopped, and Shen Anyan's face was blue and purple, and she was lying on the ground and was powerless to resist.

"Miss Ben's hands have been scratched by you!" After that, Shen Changbi still felt puzzled, lifted his foot, stepped on Shen Anyan's hand, and then tilted his body, lifted his other foot, and pressed the weight of his entire body on Shen Anyan's hand.

"Ah......" Shen Anyan screamed miserably, but she was weak.

Shen Changbi snorted and picked up the poem, "Let's go." Shen Changbi shook his hand and dragged his long skirt away.

Before leaving, Shen Anyan's maidservants were all taken by Shen Changbi to work in the big kitchen, so no one cared about Shen Anyan, no one went to ask for a doctor, and Shen Anyan just lay down.

Shen Anyan weakly felt that Shen Changbi kicked herself hard before leaving, and spat in her face, and then left angrily.

Her clothes and hair were torn messily, and it took a long time for Shen Anyan to slowly get up from the ground. Squatted down, leaned on the stone bench, buried his head between his knees, and couldn't help crying.

She was quiet, she was forced to endure, but she was not stupid, she really couldn't bear this kind of thing when she was only five years old.

The miserable cry, outside the high wall, there was a pair of eyes looking at all this, and there was not only a sad feeling in my heart.

The eyes full of hatred glanced at the direction Shen Changbi left, and the fists with both hands were terrifying, and they couldn't bear it anymore and climbed into the wall.

"Yan Nuan, are you still awake?" Junmo asked softly, for fear of shattering this person who was sitting on the ground, leaning on the stone bench, without the slightest vitality.

"Brother Junmo. Shen Anyan raised her head and looked at the person who came, very surprised, why did Junmo suddenly appear, as if she flew down from the sky to help her.

Jun Mo naturally saw everything just now, but when he turned it in, Shen Anyan must have damaged Shen Anyan's reputation...... And he will have a lot of trouble, so he can only control his hatred.