Fang Yiyun wore a light purple dress today, with the neckline and cuffs rolled with soft white rabbit fur. It is tied with a wide belt, decorated with a long chain of pearls and hairballs, which sets off the slender waist.

Outside, she wore a slightly darker purple brocade cotton cloak, which was also rolled with white raw edges, revealing her cold and noble temperament.

After they had met each other and sat down, Jian Ying asked straight to the point, "Miss Fang came over at this time, but what's the matter?" ”

Fang Yiyun nodded slightly, then took a manuscript from the girl standing behind her, and handed it to Jian Ying, "This is my latest new poem, please Second Young Lady Yazheng." ”

Jian Ying reached out and took it, slowly flipping through it.

Seeing that the font is beautiful and straight, it is quite skilled. The content of the poems is also not ruthless, love, and other lingering and sympathetic things, but mostly lyrical scenes, expressing the regret that women are not able to meet talents and cannot make contributions like men.

Although she can't compose poetry, she can read a lot, and she can still tell the difference between good and bad.

Fang Yiyun's poems are atmospheric, always giving people a feeling of emptiness, as if he deliberately forced himself to get rid of femininity when he put pen to paper, and wrote in heroic generosity.

She knew that it was just polite words for people to ask her to be "Yazheng", and she didn't intend to say what she thought in her heart, so out of politeness, she smiled and praised, "She is worthy of being a talented woman, and she is really brilliant, and a vulgar person like me can't write such a masterpiece." ”

"The second young lady doesn't have to be modest." Fang Yiyun's tone was clear and cold, but there was a determination and sincerity in his eyes that could not be misunderstood, "I believe that as long as the second young lady is willing to write, her literary talent will never lose to me." ”

The corners of Jian Ying's mouth twitched, and she said in her heart, where did this person see that she was literate?

She can make two limerick poems, like this kind of crepe, sad and sad things, she really doesn't love it, and she really can't come.

"Miss Fang, you are exalting me too much, I am a little better than illiterate. How dare I compare it to you? ”

"Illiterate?" Fang Yiyun's brows furrowed in confusion.

"It's Bai Ding." Jian Ying hurriedly explained, "Isn't there a sentence in the book called blind and illiterate? ”

Fang Yiyun whispered the word "illiterate" again and smiled slightly. "It's apt."

Jian Ying breathed a sigh of relief and secretly reminded herself to be careful when talking in front of this girl. didn't know which sentence was inappropriate, so she mistakenly thought it was unfathomable, and strengthened her determination to pull herself into the water.

Fang Yiyun raised her eyes to look at her. "Second Young Lady, after the Plum Garden Poetry Meeting, I plan to engrave all my manuscripts into a book.

I heard that the second young lady writes very well with a hairpin in one hand, so it's better for me to write your words, and we will jointly publish a ......"

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in publishing a book." Before she could finish speaking, Jian Ying refused.

Seeing that her expression was obviously stagnant, she also realized that her tone was too cold and hard, and hurriedly put on a kind smile, "I see that Miss Fang's words are very beautiful." There's no need to find someone else to ghostwrite.

Otherwise, it is easy to get confused, and it is impossible to distinguish who wrote the poem and which character wrote it. ”

Fang Yiyun's eyes fluctuated, "Second Young Madam, I didn't write poems and books to gain fame.

I know that I alone cannot change the world's prejudice against women. I just want to use the good name of the second young lady to win more respect for our women......"

Jian Ying wanted to yell at her, "It's about me." ”

I've seen forced marriage, forced debts, forced good to be prostitutes, and I've never seen someone forced to pretend to be B with me.

Do you really think that writing a few sour poems and writing a good word can be revolutionary? If the revolutionary leader is so good, there will be more than just Grandpa Mao's portrait on it.

"Miss Fang. You have this ambition and I admire it.

But I still say the same thing, I am just a vulgar person who wants to live a peaceful life, not so selfless. There is not so much spirit to fight for anything for everyone.

You're looking for the wrong person! ”

"With a gesture, won't the second young lady refuse?" Fang Yiyun looked at her steadily, quite unrelentingly.

Jian Ying helplessly supported her forehead, did this girl come from the chicken and duck talking about the planet, why can't she understand human words?

Because I was a little annoyed, I forgot to be careful to speak in front of her. "Miss Fang, words do have a certain influence, but some concepts have been inherited for hundreds or thousands of years and have been deeply ingrained in people's hearts.

There is no way to change it with words alone, to be precise, with the words of one or two people alone.

When your poetry collection is engraved, some people may praise you for a few words out of the mentality that things are scarce and precious, saying that you have ambition. But when this novelty is over, in their eyes, you are still a woman who should hide in the back house and teach her husband and children.

It is precisely because of this prejudice against women in the world that my actions are praised.

Just now you said that you want to use my good name, which shows that you are not a person who does not eat the fireworks of the world, is so ambitious, and arrogant.

You know very well that people must abide by the rules of this world when they live in the world, and they cannot blindly swim against the current. Only by abiding by the rules and living well can we make better use of the rules, challenge the rules, and subtly change the rules.

Otherwise, you will either be trampled to death or drowned by spit. ”

Fang Yiyun listened attentively, and humbly asked for advice while she stopped to drink water, "Then what should I do?" ”

Jian Ying was made lose her temper by her, so she had to act as her temporary husband, "If you really want to do something, be pragmatic."

I heard that in the villages around Jinan Province, many baby girls are abandoned every year because of poverty. There are also girls who are sold into slavery by their families at a very young age, and even exiled to places such as brothels.

You might as well take these girls in and raise them well. Then open a women's school, teach them to read and write, teach them skills, and guide them to learn to be self-reliant instead of relying on men.

It's better to let them jump out of the rules from an early age than to win over people like me who grew up under the rules and ate by the rules, right? ”

Fang Yiyun's eyes sparkled, "What the second young lady said is very reasonable, but what can I do to adopt those girls?" ”

"You are the daughter of the prefect, are you still worried about no way?" Jian Ying reminded her immediately, "But it's not an easy task to feed the children, you have to find a nurse to feed them, hire a daughter-in-law to buy a girl to take care of them, ask a doctor to treat them, eat and wear, where don't you spend money?"

Relying on the little fat powder money you receive from home every month is not enough.

Those gathered here today are all wealthy figures in Jinan Mansion. You can try to convince those ladies and ladies of the family to ask them to sponsor some, and everyone will gather firewood and the flame will be high! ”

"I see." Fang Yiyun stood up and said to Jian Ying deeply, "Thank you Second Young Lady for mentioning it, if this matter is done, I will definitely come to thank you."

I'll take my leave! ”

After speaking, he led the two girls out, walked a few steps, and remembered something. turned back and stretched out his hand towards Jian Ying......

- (To be continued.) )