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A few days ago, relatives and friends were forced to visit each other and give gifts to each other. Because there are too many visitors, some people even wait outside the door before dawn in order to see Yang Yi, Yang Yi is busy socializing every day, and he is very tired.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, finally no one came to the door, Yang Yi thought he could sleep lazy, but the genius Meng Meng Liang Thirteen Niang pushed him awake.

"Official, it's time to get up"

Yang Yi opened his hazy sleepy eyes and saw that Thirteen Niang had already sat up and was gently pushing him. Dressed in new clothes, Ming'er, who was dressed up in a pretty and lovely manner, had already brought hot water and was ready to wait for him and Thirteen Niang to wash.

was penetrated by the cold air outside, which made Yang Yi feel excited, he hugged Thirteen Niang and covered her back into the quilt from the beginning.

"Lady, it's not dawn yet, it's okay today, let's sleep for a while."

"Official, who said it's okay, there are many things, the official is a family and a master, and I'll take Rui'er a few sacrifices later."

Yang Yi kissed her without waiting for her to finish, and sealed her mouth with her mouth, Thirteen Niang was so speechless by him that she stretched her fingers to his waist, but she remembered that her own officials were busy socializing from morning to night these days, and it was really tiring, so she was reluctant to twist him again.

Yang Yi originally just wanted to stop Thirteen Niang from talking, but the man's hormone secretion was already very strong in the early morning, and as soon as he hugged and kissed, he was already angry.

After Ming'er put the water on the shelf, she looked back at the situation on the bed and couldn't help but smile. Shoot your hands and feet and retreat to the outside.

Thirteen Niang was already panting at this time, and her face was full of red. She didn't want to be a fool, but she had to persuade: "Officials." Let's really get up, maybe my mother-in-law is already waiting, officials, concubines shouldn't have swept the hearts of officials, but "Zuo Biography" has a cloud: The major affairs of the country are in worship and Rong. The same is true for a family, the sacrifice is the top priority, and today it is really impossible to delay."

"Lady, a major matter of the country. This is a good saying in the worship of Zairong, but the king pays attention to sacrifice, so as to maintain the privilege of sacrifice, and use this divine privilege to declare the legitimacy of his rule and dispel the desire of others to watch the throne. Lady, official, I am in this family, are you still afraid that others will not be able to snoop on my position as the head of the family? ”

"The officials are not talking nonsense, but they don't talk about the king. Sacrificing ancestors is a matter of course."

"Lady's words are right, the problem is that I don't have ancestors to sacrifice as an official."

Thirteen Niang listened to his words, remembered Yang Yi's life experience, and was stunned for a while. sighed faintly, holding Yang Yi's face and quietly looking at it without speaking.

Yang Yi hugged her into his arms, caressed her moving body and said with a smile: "Lady doesn't have to be like this. Regardless of the origin of the hero, what if the official has no ancestors to sacrifice? All right. Let's get up. ”

Yang Yi didn't want to embarrass her, so she finally got up.

In the afternoon. The sound of firecrackers has been heard everywhere in the city of Tokyo, and it is full of festive atmosphere, Yang Yi led Yang Rui and a few people to make a sacrifice after a while, and then put wine in the corner pavilion in the backyard to enjoy the snow.

The courtyard of the Yang family is a little deeper, the palaces and pavilions are lined up one after another, and the high wall that undulates like waves, there is snow everywhere, white, but the lanterns are hung high on the corridor corridor, and the colorful silk is floating, which decorates the strong joy of the New Year.

Qing Niang is wearing a brand-new golden peony and colorful butterfly flower skirt, with white jade inlaid red coral beads and double knots on the bun, Wan Wan Tingting is as bright as the autumn moon, weak and slender as Sanchun willow, she should be requested by Yang Yi, walk a few steps in the pavilion, and then slowly chant:

Spring to Nagato spring grass green,

The red plum is broken,

Not evenly opened.

The blue cloud cage grinds the jade into dust,

LIU Xiaomeng,

Shocked by a spring.

Flower Shadow Pressure Door,

Sparse curtains pave the light moon,

Good twilight.

Lost Dongjun three times in two years,

Return also,

Spend this spring.

"Good poem, Qin'er record it quickly." Yang Yi praised again and again after listening to it, and urged the piano drill at the table to quickly record the lyrics.

Qing Niang walked to the stone table and said with a smile: "Don't you dare to work Sister Qin, let me record it, it's time to talk about Sister Qin's song." ”

After Qin Cao gave birth, he had three more points of mature charm, ruddy skin, graceful posture, skirt dragging six Xiaoxiang water, sideburns with a section of clouds in Wushan, eyebrows with joy, like a delicate peony, with a moving charm.

She smiled and said, "In front of our family's Qing Niang, I don't dare to be ugly." ”

Qin Cao is a famous prostitute in Qinglou, literary literacy is very good, in Hangzhou, she corrected an official chant Qin Shaoyou's "Man Tingfang" mistakes, the official was quite surprised, so he proposed to Qin Cao to change the whole song to rhyme;

The piano exercise responds to the sound and chants, according to the original meaning of the Qin word and arises, the new rhyme is easy to use, no traces are revealed, the beginning and the end are combined, smooth and free, and it was rumored to be a festive word at that time.

In this era, on the whole, Qinglou women are definitely the highest group of female groups with the highest Chinese literacy, generally speaking, after entering high school, the gentlemen always like to go to the Qinglou to feast, and it is inevitable to invite famous prostitutes to serve wine and talk about poetry and songs;

In the course of this day, many scholars often find that the talents they are proud of are not as high as those of the Qinglou women, and there are many people who are ashamed of it.

In the third year of Chunhua (992), when the peony flowers of the Taiping Xingguo Temple in Tokyo were in full bloom, there was a woman in the green building who was old and decrepit, and she felt nostalgic for watching the flowers, and inscribed a poem on the temple wall: I had taken advantage of the east wind to see a few rounds, and the frost opened to call the people of the city. The residual fat is still in pity, and I want to borrow Xiaochun from Mida. This poem is lyrical, and it makes the Qinglou woman's residence full of cars and horses again. It can be seen that it is necessary for the Qinglou woman to have the ability to write poems and lyrics, because only in this way can she get the favor of the scholar.

As a result, Qinglou women usually work cultural cultivation, including many people with expertise, excellent poetry and painting, piano and gymnastics are such women, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs. It's just that she has a quiet personality since she went up to Linglong Mountain. It's just that it's not obvious.

Qingniang didn't follow her, rolled up her sleeves and said, "Sister Qin'er will make a song."

Qin Cao didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and then smiled: "Qing Niang." If you want to listen to masterpieces, you are looking for the wrong person, chanting poems, and Brother Yang should be looking for you. ”

After Qin Cao finished speaking, Chunshan's eyebrows relaxed slightly, and his eyes looked at Yang Yi, and then Adella, Mu Wanling and several girls also looked at him, Yang Yi didn't seem to see everyone's eyes. He raised his glass and drank it, shaking his head and closing his eyes as if savoring the aftertaste of the wine.

Qing Niang saw that he didn't care about himself, and suddenly forgot to beg the qin to operate the poem, came over and snatched the empty cup from his hand and smiled: "Brother Yang, don't pretend, everyone is waiting for you?" ”

Yang Yi woke up in a trance, blinked his eyes a few times and said, "Waiting for me, who is waiting for me?" Is it Qing Niang? Okay, come on, come on."

"Yikes! Brother Yang, don't be bad, people are saying that everyone is waiting for you to make poems. Qing Niang was very ashamed. Twisting Xiaoman's waist lightly and getting out of his embrace, Yiyi's pretty face was already full of peach halos.

Under the call of Qing Niang, Qin Cao, Adella and others have "condemned" Yang Yi's "immoral" behavior.

"Alright, alright. I was wrong, I was wrong, we don't make poetry. I came up with a good idea, Xiao Ai, you go find some red paper. Qing Niang. ”

"What do you have to say about Brother Yang?"

"Waiter!"

Yang Yi waved his sleeves and held the pen in his hand. has the potential to swallow mountains and rivers, Qing Niang grinned, and obediently came up to help him polish the ink, just waiting to see what tricks he played.

Waiting for Xiao Ai to take the red paper, Yang Yi personally cut it into palm-sized strips, everyone looked at him strangely, Qing Niang couldn't help but ask: "Brother Yang, what do you want to write on the red paper?" ”

Yang Yi didn't speak, he was full of ink, smoothed the pen, and then lifted the pen to the nose of Qing Niangqiong, who was full of anticipation.

"Yikes! Brother Yang is necrotic. Qing Niang was so frightened that she dodged again and again, covering her face with her hands and not daring to let go.

Of course, Yang Yi didn't really point at her, but he was just scared, and seeing that the effect was remarkable, he laughed and wrote on the red paper:

Cutting poems and flowers as bones,

The mirror jade is a god.

After writing, Yang Yi smiled and said: "Qing Niang, this is the Spring Festival couplet I sent you to paste on the boudoir, Xiao Ai, after the ink is dry, take it to Qing Niang's small building and paste it." ”

Seeing such a sentence with excellent artistic conception, all the women were full of joy, especially Qing Niang, who was a little shy in her joy, Yang Yi clearly pointed out that this poem was made for her, cutting poems and flowers as bones, and taking jade as a god. The compliment is beyond words.

"Brother Yang, are you making a spring sticker?" Qing Niang asked shyly, this sentence has the meaning of diverting everyone's attention.

Yang Yi said with a smile: "I call it the Spring Festival, and from this year onwards, our family will stick the Spring Festival on Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

Nowadays, there is no Chinese New Year's Eve post Spring Festival Lian, and the folk move is the peach charm on Chinese New Year's Eve. Although the academy also has to enter the palace every spring, it is not on Chinese New Year's Eve, but on the day of spring, Yang Yi's practice can be regarded as a pioneering move.

After he finished speaking, he picked up the pen and wrote down another couplet:

The rain has cleared the stone gas of Lin Fei;

Spring will put the mountains into the heart of poetry.

After writing, he said to Qin Cao: "Qin'er, this is yours." ”

Qin Cao didn't wait for the ink to dry, and hurriedly put it away, all because Yang Yi's couplet was too much to her liking, and she was really happy.

Yang Yi picked up the pen and wrote again:

The moon is like a light out of the high ridge,

Cranes live in front of the mountain because of the plum tree.

"Adella, it's yours."

"Ah, are there slaves too?"

"Of course, everyone has a share, and there are Spring Festival couplets on every door in my family."

Qing Niang looked at it from the side, but she was a little stupid, every couplet written by Yang Yi was elegant and ethereal, and the reading was fragrant, and Qing Niang was already intoxicated for a while.

Yang Yi didn't have to think about it at all, he finished writing the Spring Festival couplets of the female boudoirs in one go, and none of them fell, and each pair was so intriguing that everyone was amazed.

Yang Yi finally wrote a couplet:

The pine and the bamboo are really good,

The bright moon and the breeze are old people.

After writing, he smiled and asked Qing Niang: "Where does Qing Niang think this couplet is suitable?" ”

Qing Niang blurted out: "It is most suitable for use in the study, well, it can also be used in the front hall." ”

"Let's use it in the study, okay, my countryman is tired, and then it's your turn to think."

The Yang family is heavy and deep, and the pavilions are cloudy, Yang Yi is not willing to take all the doors together, how can he let Qing Niang and Qin Cao and other women have some room to play;

Qing Niang's thoughts were attracted, and they didn't shirk, they began to think of couplets, especially Qing Niang was too serious, Yang Yi scraped the tip of her nose, she just wrinkled her little nose, and had no other reaction.

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Some friends are worried that Haoyuan's book will be lost, well, everyone is not worried, this book will be written anyway, Haoyuan dare not say anything else, and the character in this area can still be guaranteed. Because my body is now sick, I take medication every day, and the update is affected by some of it, and I am also anxious, but I can't help it, I hope you will bear with me, and Haoyuan also hopes to resume two more shifts a day as soon as possible! (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )