"Agate meat?" Le Lin savored the name, although it is not as meaningful as "Dongpo meat", but it is better than the appropriate description. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Good!"

She agreed: "Let's call it 'agate meat'!"

"Well, good, good ......"

"Yes, good name. ”

Everyone seemed to have no intention of responding, but Le Lin didn't notice it, and immersed herself in her own propaganda plan: "I want to make a big poster, and the inscription should be written in cursive, and it would be great if I could call up the brown and red paint......

After muttering like this for a long time, she realized that there was no answer around her.

Looking back, how can there be a piece and a half of "Dongpo meat" left in the casserole?

"I haven't even tasted it yet!"

Le Lin wrinkled her nose and grumbled dissatisfiedly.

Chai Jue couldn't help but burp, poured a cup of horse fur wine, and then wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, still unfinished and slightly drunk: "Or...... You're going to cook another pot?"

"Ho!" Le Lin turned her head to stare at him when she heard the voice, glared at him with disgust, and said, "What do you think of this marquis? I'm not your cook!"

"How dare you, how dare you. Chai Jue drank another glass of wine, probably drunk, and he looked at "Le Lang" with a stupid gaze: "You are the wise and resourceful Marquis of Anguo...... Come, let's go cook another pot?" The tone actually carried a hint of coquettishness, and at the end, he gently pulled the corner of Le Lin's clothes: "Okay? It's your Royal Highness......

Le Lin didn't really complain about him, but just talked, but as soon as he lowered his head, he saw the mottled oil stains on Chai Jue's cuffs, and couldn't help but get angry: "Look at you, sloppy!"

Taken out, is a very familiar handkerchief - moon-white Suluo yarn, embroidered with two lovely mandarin ducks, the stitching is a little clumsy, but it is more childish and amiable.

"This is ......" Lelin recognized it at once: "I blew my nose for you that day......"

"Also, return me!" Hearing "blowing his nose", the blush stained Chai Jue's cheeks, and he hurriedly took back the square handkerchief. Unexpectedly, the movement was too big, and he fell forward, which caused his head to be dizzy, and he suddenly said what was in his heart: "I am reluctant to use it." ”

Le Lin's eyes widened, and she said inexplicably: "What's reluctant? It's not how beautiful the embroidery is." ”

"It's because the embroidery is ugly that I can't bear it," Chai Jue's words are a little false, but there is still a little sincerity: "This hall wants the embroidery of Mao Silk to be smooth and vivid, and there are not many people in the palace to go? ”

"What......" Le Lin was amused by his words.

Chai Jue rubbed his hot hands, covered his face, sobered up a lot, and asked, "Who embroidered it?"

"My sister's clumsiness. ”

This is not a lie, the food and drink in the Marquis of An Guo's mansion is not so delicate and extravagant? In the closet of her bedroom, there is a large stack of similar handkerchiefs.

The one in Chai Jue's hand is already considered a "superior work".

The rest of the wardrobe, some of the stitches are sparse and sometimes dense, some of the colors are a mess, some are not embroidered halfway, and many of the pinholes are unusually large, as if they have been deliberately pierced repeatedly.

No matter how poor the imagination is, when you see these handkerchiefs, you can imagine how reluctant the embroiderers are.

"Unexpected...... Sister Ling is also not good at things. Chai Jue smiled.

Turning his head, he found that "he" was looking at him distractedly, not knowing what he was pondering.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing, it's just in a daze. ”

Lelin replied humbly.

She was thinking, what kind of personality would the original "Lelin" be?

If......

The person who met and knew Chai Jue was "her", would they get along, and would they still be friends?

What kind of stories will they have?

……

The cold wind was howling.

The snow has not stopped.

The crowd in front of the Peony Pavilion drank spirits in front of the fire, intoxicated with the liquor order, and occasionally made some whimsical jokes.

How pleasant, how pleasant.

Thousands of miles away, Liaoshangjing is also a scene of ice and snow.

"Good!

At this time, the Liao monarch Yelu Zongde's cup was also horse fur wine.

Ma Qiu wine from the Song Kingdom.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, he wore a sewn red robe and a rhino jade belt.

It is not much different from the Emperor of the Song Kingdom.

The splendid hall is lit up everywhere. In the Imperial Garden, fireworks are lit non-stop, and it is magnificent and colorful.

The Liao people also celebrate the New Year.

Starting from the founding emperor of Liao, Yelu Abaoji, the emperors of the Liao dynasty were proficient in Chinese.

Yelu Abaoji worshiped Confucius, successively established the Zijian in Shangjing, set up schools in various prefectures to teach Confucianism, and built Confucius temples. Several subsequent Liao emperors respected Confucianism.

The former emperor of the Liao State, Jingzong Yeluxian, "loves to study scriptures and history, and never forgets to see the cultural relics of Jiangnan for life".

As for the first emperor Shengzong Yelu Longqing, he is even more well-read, often reads "Zhenguan Political Dignitaries", gathers thousands of volumes, and can use words, "his songs and poems are praised by the government and the opposition, and they are popular." Liao Shengzong once said: "I cultivate scriptures and historical relics, and I pass through hundreds of schools, and I am no different from China." ”

But only, under the crown and hat of Yelu Zongde's sable Qiu, the single hanging hair on the front of the left and right ears faintly retains a trace of barbarian atmosphere for this hall.

Hair is the last insistence of the Khitan.

Yelu Zongde raised his glass and drank it all, but he was not happy enough, so he pinched a gilded bowl with a diameter of four or five inches on the table into his hand, compared it to the palace people beside him, and said, "Pour it here!"

The queen Xiao on the side showed a worried look.

Finally, after Yelu Zongde poured five or six full bowls of wine, she couldn't help but persuade softly: "Your Majesty, although the wine is good, the dragon body is important, please don't be greedy for a cup." ”

- "Father, the dragon body is important. ”

The person who answered the call was the eldest son of the Xiao family, Yelujun, the great prince of Liao. This is an opportunity to show filial piety, how can he miss it?

Concubine Hui snorted lightly, causing Yelu Zongde to look over.

But seeing her raise her sleeves and cover her lips, she seemed to apologize for her faux pas, but under the light and shadow, only from the perspective of Yelu Zongde, she saw Shu Lu's smile on her face, and there was a smile that could not be hidden in her soft eyes, as well as a deliberately restrained naughty wisdom.

Yelu Zongde suddenly felt that his throat was as hot as fire.

The burning sensation burned all the way to the lower abdomen.

"Aifei, what are you laughing at?"

He asked.

"Spirits are just mortal things, and since they are dragon bodies, how can they be hurt because of them?" Shu Lu smiled lightly with his red lips, his eyes shining: "The concubine laughs at the queen's sister contradicting herself. ”

"Hah!"

With a smile and a soft voice, soft and warm, as if he was about to slip into Yelu Zongde's heart, he couldn't help grinning, and then laughed: "Hahahahaha!

Spirits hurt his body, how did he not know?

However, with such a good day, why not be presumptuous?

What annoyed him was the queen's ignorance.