Yao Huan listened and listened, it turned out that Shiro's meaning was not to support her to live alone, but to expect her to stay closed, that is, what to do, and choose those projects that are suitable for women in the boudoir to pass the time.

Stroking the kite, ordering tea, arranging flowers, these hobbies themselves are all very good and beautiful, and Yao Huan likes them too. But if she is called a young time-traveler from modern times, who spends all day in a half-acre square house, and then waits for her husband to come back, then she must be crazy.

She likes the commercial society and the market life, which was like this in the modern city in her previous life, and this life is also like this in the ancient capital.

She went to the Forbidden Palace of the Son of Heaven, and saw that the range of activities of the people who came and went to the palace was limited to such a small world, and she couldn't help but feel more and more emotional, she could be regarded as knowing why women in the deep palace were so easy to be psychopathic.

If they are put on the street, in contact with the general public, pondering the social situation and public opinion, even if it is just to set up a stall on the royal street for a few days, maybe at least half of them will look normal.

You see, Tong Guan is not a ready-made example. A eunuch, because he went to the border of the Western Army to make a career, the whole person doesn't seem to have any cold and strange feeling.

Yes, he is an ironclad traitor in history. But his problem lies on another level, the extreme expansion of power and overconfidence in the military, which led him to deal with the relations between the Central Plains Dynasty and the two northern neighbors, mixed with his own lust for profit, and led astray with Zhao Ji, the son of heaven who favored him.

But Tong Guan is not an ignorant eunuch in the deep palace.

The effect of destroying people in a deep house is the same as that of destroying people in a deep palace.

Confined to the depths of the house, without contact with the outside world, how can the mind and insight seek the basic rhythm of progress?

Growing old and not having wisdom teeth - this kind of fate is bleak when you think about it.

And Yao Huan, no matter which dynasty or generation, doesn't want to be a woman who "only" basks the area of the courtyard in the circle of friends every day.

This sense of resistance, although in the current era, may cause confusion and doubt.

But maybe you can find a way to balance it slowly?

After all, the Two Song Dynasty was a dynasty in which the status of women was higher than that of the Han and Tang dynasties and the Ming and Qing dynasties, and even male scholars with disciples such as Zhu Xi and Ye Shi could say that "women should also be taught" and "women are virtuous, with literary wisdom and artistic ability".

Yao Huan wanted to interrupt Zeng Wei and reassure him that his life is very good now, and he is not bitter at all, look at Ba Qing of the Qin State and Zhuo Wenjun of the Han Dynasty...... But before this sentence could reach her mouth, she was extinguished by herself.

Use allusions and analogies to attach such things, you must think about it. Ba Qing and Zhuo Wenjun, one is a famous female wealthy entrepreneur in the Qin period, and the other is a businesswoman who doesn't mind selling wine, but thinking of the stories behind them, it is really not suitable to compare themselves with Zeng Wei......

She recalled the gains and losses of getting along with men in her previous life, and decided that for the relationship in front of her, she should follow the principle of governing a big country like cooking a small fresh, simmering it slowly, simmering it slowly, bit by bit, and grinding her ideas with the person she likes.

Yao Huan patiently waited for Zeng Wei to finish speaking, and muttered: "My thoughts, your thoughts, can be mellow in a moment or three." It's all over the New Year's Day, let's talk about it. ”

Zeng Wei groaned once, and responded.

He also felt that the word "again" was quite reasonable. It is rare to meet, and it is to enjoy the concubine's meaning "again".

He looked deeply into her and put her hand to his neck.

This woman's hands, which have to do so much work all day, seem to be rough again, and always cold. I've been boiling this for a while, but it's still not hot.

But the tone in which she spoke to herself today was hot and warm, without alienation and crampedness, and she already regarded herself as a person to be entrusted and negotiable. Moreover, she stared at herself so well, without evasion, that gaze was sometimes lively and playful, sometimes full of serious thoughts, and sometimes with a hint of disgust, which was really vivid and charming.

As a result, Zeng Wei's chest was filled with a soothing sweetness, and it was three points thicker.

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Jinming Pond, located outside the Shuntian Gate of Kaifeng City, was first excavated in the Later Zhou Dynasty of the Five Dynasties. Later, in order to conquer the Southern Tang Dynasty of the water town Zeguo, Chai Rong of the Later Zhou Dynasty followed the example of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty who dug the Kunming Pond in Chang'an, attracted the water of the Jinshui River, built a large lake, and trained the navy.

When the Zhao and Song dynasties were established and the Song Taizong was in the Song Dynasty, the frontier of the empire was in the north rather than in the south, and the military confrontation relied on horse warfare rather than water warfare.

Jin Mingchi's so-called water warfare drills were more of a performative nature, and were undertaken by the two naval armies of the forbidden army, Shenwei and Huyi.

Every time there is spring and Jingming, the Son of Heaven will bring hundreds of civil and military officials to the tower and hall in the center of the pond to watch the water battle drill.

The boats shuttled, the armor was dazzling, the blue waves were surging, and the shouts were thunderous, which could make the emperor happy and enhance the people's national defense pride.

Jinming Pond is nine miles and thirty steps in circumference, surrounded by the palace wall-like garden wall, and is open to the people of Kaifeng from March to April every year.

This year, there was a flood due to the Double Ninth Festival, and Kaifeng after the disaster showed a depressed and desolate appearance, so the imperial court opened the garden ban of Jinmingchi in late autumn for the first time.

Such a large piece of royal garden, with water and pavilion shadows, is beautiful in all seasons, and it is a good place for literati and tourists to flock to. And once the eunuchs arrived, the kabuki, jugglers, mules, carriages, and wine and rice merchants also followed. All of a sudden, the excitement by the pondside embankment was not as good as that of March.

Kaifeng City is not too big, East Water Gate to Shuntian Gate, along the Chongming Gate Inner Street all the way, in fact, it is only seven or eight miles away.

At the beginning of the afternoon, through the curtain of the car, Yao Huan could already see the wall of Jinming Pond Garden, which was covered with fresh snow and stretched endlessly.

However, the car did not enter the park from the place where the tourists gathered, but continued to circle from the west to the north, stopping outside the gate of a lonely moon cave.

Zeng Wei jumped out of the car first, stepped on the snow, and when he turned around, Yao Huan, who was walking out, had not yet reacted, grabbed her waist and carried her out of the carriage.

In this half-pulled and half-dragged posture, one came prepared, the other was caught off guard, and the latter let out an oop and fell into the arms of the former.

"Shiro!" Yao Huan suppressed his throat and hated him.

"What's wrong? It's not that I haven't used such martial arts. If you can lift you out of the water, you can't lift you off the wagon? ”

Zeng Wei's nose almost touched Yao Huan's soft sideburns. He knew that the heat he exhaled must be more perceptible to her than the incense on his body.

But he prefers to light the flame of love more vigorously.

"Huan'er, you look so good today! Just now in Qingjiangfang, when you came out of the room, I wanted to be close to you like this, like this. ”

Oh my God!

Lang Lang, Zeng Shilang is a dignified and talented man, how can it be like an old house on fire!

Yao Huan struggled out again, whispering to him "let go" while looking at the coachman.

The coachman is "his own man", Gao Yu.

But no matter how much he is his own person, he can't be treated as air, right......

I don't want to be high, but I really have the strength to interpret the heirs of the air faction.

He held the horsewhip, with a calm expression of "I didn't see anything", and ran quickly to the door of the moon cave, as if greeting the doorman and saying something.

Yao Huan was in Zeng Wei's arms, and he also looked at the doorway, and could see an elegant platform through the courtyard wall, without the luxury of carved beams and paintings, but like a library.

She couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of place is this?" ”

Zeng Wei let her go, still trying to tease her: "Don't be afraid, it's not a cave room." ”

Seeing that her eyebrows were frowning, afraid that she was really displeased that her words were speechless, Zeng Wei gave a playful look and said softly: "It is the place where the painters of the Hanlin Academy come to paint, and the view is really better than in the garden." Gao Yu said that the county king and the Hanlin painters came twice in the spring, and they were full of praise, so he told me that it must be very good to enjoy the snow here. ”