Chapter Eighty-Three: Don't Eat the Fireworks of the World

Song Mingqing looked at her: "You are young, but you have such a transparent mind." In fact, for some people, talent is just a glamorous and attractive coat, and what is wrapped in that coat may be an unbearable character. ”

Yu Qiao knew a little about Song Mingqing's affair, and when he heard this, he understood in his heart.

That person is naturally talented, but his character is bad.

That talent attracted Song Mingqing, but that character hurt her.

Then he said softly: "I always thought that there was always one person who would be cherished by another person." When that person will appear, whether he can appear or not, is arranged by God. It is important not to give up on the belief that you can wait for that person. ”

Song Mingqing sighed: "If the heart is dead, there is no way to wait." ”

Yu Qiao said: "I'm going to reason with my aunt." Most people in this world die in their beds, but no one does not go to bed because they are afraid of death. In the same way, how can we let ourselves be cut off from love for fear of being hurt? ”

Song Mingqing was dumbfounded.

Yu Qiao continued: "If you encounter a vicious dog on the road and are bitten, will you never go out and never walk again in this life?" In this world, there are not always vicious dogs everywhere. When a good person comes along, he will find, oh, the world is not so bad. ”

"If you want to give up having sunshine and rain and dew, be comfortable and happy because of an injury from that vicious dog, and give up going from a cramped place to a bright place, isn't it a mediocrity to suffer yourself?"

Song Mingqing's face became more and more cold. The dumb voice said, "I'm tired, you can go." ”

Yu Qiao looked at her and said quietly: "Looking for it, it is cold and lonely, miserable and miserable." When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry late! The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark! Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word! ”

Song Mingqing's eyes seemed to be projected into the light, turning into shining stars, and the always peaceful and cold voice was also instantly excited.

"You...... Who wrote the article you just read? ”

Yu Qiao couldn't tell that it was Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty, so he replied casually: "Qiao Er is talking nonsense." ”

"Whatever...... Nonsense......" Song Mingqing's face flushed, and he held Yu Qiao's hand: "Follow my aunt into the house, read it again, and my aunt will transcribe it." ”

Yu Qiao silently recited in his heart: Dear teacher Li Qingzhao, I can't help it, I didn't mean to plagiarize, but because I remember this poem too deeply, and I can really memorize this poem backwards, so I accidentally read it......

Besides, it's still the Tang Dynasty, and your old man hasn't been born yet, so don't talk to me......

Entering the house, Yu Qiao raised his slender jade hand to grind for Song Mingqing, and then recited the poem word by word.

Song Mingqing copied it word by word, put down the pen, looked at the dry ink on the rice paper in front of him, and sighed: "I thought that I was a talented person who read poetry and books, but I didn't want to, it was not as good as you, an idiot." ”

Yu Qiao: If you like it so much, I can recite a song song for you every day......

Song Mingqing indulged in it, and said quietly: "How many women have written many deep boudoir poems, but they are not as good as this article, so incisive and so sad." At such a young age, how can you have such a lonely loneliness that makes people sad to the bone and cold to the bottom of your heart? ”

Yu Qiao: I'm innocent digging, I haven't experienced this lonely digging that is sad to the bone and cold to the bottom of my heart......

I'm a person who wants to be happy and enjoy life every day......

Yu Qiao curtsied at her: "All women are raised in the deep boudoir, and they are naturally more lonely." This emotion can be written into poetry, but it cannot become the main color of life. ”

Song Mingqing raised his eyes to look at her, and there was so much appreciation and admiration in his eyes. Everyone in the house looked down on this woman.

In the coming day, Kyoto will be famous, but I'm afraid it will be Yuqiao.

Yu Qiao doesn't think so, she can't use the poems of the ancients to deceive the world and steal her name, she is not determined to be a talented woman, but to be a rich woman......

Yu Qiao curtsto: "Auntie is tired today, Qiao'er will come back another day to read and write with her aunt, and her aunt is fine." Qiao'er hopes that her aunt will occasionally be a sad woman, but even more so a person who is born to the sun and melts when she is warm. ”

She knew that what she did today had a lot of impact on Song Mingqing.

It is good for a woman to have talent, but she can't hold that talent, and she appreciates herself alone, and she doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.

Song Mingqing needs time to digest these words.

Coming out of the Mingqing Garden, Cui'er said: "The eldest lady is sad and happy today, happy and unhappy, I don't know if the young lady said the wrong thing and provoked her?" ”

Yu Qiao smiled: "She is such a smart woman, it's just that everyone just admires her talent, and she can hurt herself without telling her talent." ”

Cui'er naturally doesn't understand.

The corners of Watson's lips went up. Yu Qiao knew a little about Song Mingqing, but he knew everything.

Since he chose to come to the Song Mansion to hide, he naturally found out everything in the Song Mansion clearly.

It is strictly forbidden to mention the matter of Song Mingqing in the Song Mansion, so no matter how smart Yu Qiao is, he still doesn't know the details.

Perhaps, you can tell her a thing or two.

He said: "During the three years I was a beggar in Chang'an, I heard some things about the eldest lady. It is said that the man was indeed a genius......"

Yu Qiao paused and looked up at him in the moonlight.

This look made him unable to bear to lie to her in his life. There is extreme trust in his eyes, but also true love.

He continued: "I just heard that the man's name is Fanzhi, and he is now working as a secretary in the secretary's supervisor, and he is also the son-in-law of the secretary's supervisor, Lord Zeng. ”

Cui'er said in a low voice: "The people in the house don't dare to talk about the eldest lady, in fact, we also know that that person did marry someone else and lose the eldest lady." ”

These few sentences are informative enough.

Yu Qiao frowned, turned around slowly, and walked forward again, without saying a word.

Watson didn't want her to think too much about seriously injuring herself, so instead of revealing the first half, he simply said: "That matter has actually been discussed in the streets and alleys, yes, and I have heard some of it. The position of the secretary Lang should have belonged to your second uncle, but he was conspired by Fanzhi. ”

If you don't understand it, you're a fool.

That person climbed another high branch and lost Song's fame. It also replaced the official position that Song Mingtu deserved.

This injury is enough to make Song Mingqing sluggish from then on. It also spoiled the love between the brothers and sisters of the Song family.

That man, damn it!