Yao Huan's eyes were sensitive, and he took the opportunity to give the maid rouge to pick up the bamboo basket, and approached the dogwood yarn tent.

In the half-open tent, the female official Zhang Shangyi was sitting next to her, but Li Qingzhao!

How can you not take a good look at it?

Yao Huan held the plate and carefully looked at the girl sitting on the Luohan couch.

But seeing that Li Qingzhao, who is only twelve years old this year, is not wearing a snail or double bun like a common little girl in Kaifeng City, but wearing a bag crown like Yao Huan, at first glance, it is close to the dress of the year of Jilu.

However, unlike Yao Huan's dark purple crown, Li Qingzhao's crown is goose yellow, bright and brisk, and a jade leaf golden cicada hairpin is inserted at the bottom of the crown. Outside the aqua green skirt, the pouch with a dark green tooth collar lined with a small melon seed face that has not yet grown is as white as thin porcelain.

Many descendants are curious about Li Qingzhao's appearance, but unfortunately there are no portraits circulating. However, when he really saw Li Qingzhao himself, Yao Huan suddenly understood a little more than ever before - it was born from the heart.

This exquisitely dressed girl, in fact, but looking at the appearance, it is nothing more than delicate and soft, most of the eldest ladies in the capital who are well-nourished and not affected by the sun and rain have such a well-proportioned facial features and delicate skin.

But at a young age, she naturally has a calm and calm demeanor, and the shallow calm and heroic spirit in her eyes, and the occasional fugue and self-biased ease, its complexity and vividness are not inferior to those dozens of years old male literary giants or princely nobles at the main table.

In the feudal era when the color of male power was so strong that they turned black and purple, those rare outstanding women, even considering the blessing of family background or magical fortune, must have outstanding talent and unique heart.

In Yao Huan's view, Li Qingzhao's appearance does not need to be described by words such as graceful, beautiful, bright, and graceful, because these words are not only vulgar and shallow, but also not the point.

The aura of this little girl who is about to enter the cardamom years is completely more eye-catching than her appearance.

Any adult with life experience who sees her will be convinced that she will be a keen observer, a positive empathizer, a calm and precise expressor.

At this time, the girl Li Qingzhao didn't know that ten steps away from her, there was a crossing sister who wanted to ride the wind and waves in Kaifeng City to make a fortune, and she was peeping at herself so carefully.

When she heard the proposition composition from the maid at home, she said "hmm" softly, and seemed to enter the state of conception.

Wang Xu's mansion usually serves the little history of pen and ink, and quickly spreads out the study utensils on the low table on the couch.

Li Qingzhao chose a pen, saluted Zhang Shangyi who was sitting next to him, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper.

After a short time, the word was completed and paid to the maid who came with the Li Mansion.

The little maid came to the main table with the lyrics in her hand.

Wang Xu smiled and said, "Li Xiaoshu will take a look first?" ”

Li Gefei waved his hand humbly: "Don't look at it, the stubbornness written by the child's family, all the uncles and brothers, just listen to it." ”

Wang Shu then glanced at the singer who was very fond of Yan - Cui Sleeve.

Cui Sleeves hurriedly stepped forward, took the note in the hand of the Li family's maidservant, sat down in a special position at the side of the banquet, put the note on the desk, and the jade arm was lightly relaxed, picked up the pipa, plucked it ding, tried the sound, and sang to Li Qingzhao's new words.

It turned out to be a song "Partridge Heaven"

"Dull and light, luteal and soft. The love is far away, only the fragrance remains. Why should it be light blue and dark red, it is the first class among flowers. Mei Ding is jealous, and Ju Ying is ashamed. The opening of the painting crown Mid-Autumn Festival. People can think ruthlessly, and they don't see anything back then. ”

Cui Sleeve's voice is really amazing.

At the beginning of the opening, it is delicate and soft, and the bass is as steady as Panasonic bluestone.

When singing "Mei Ding is jealous, chrysanthemum should be ashamed", the tone of the door goes up to one layer, but there is no fierce arrogance, as if the fragrance of flowers is more distinct and refreshing because of the wind.

Yao Huan was fascinated by it, and when the pipa and singing stopped, she woke up, reminisced about the lyrics, and sighed to herself that she was shallow in her previous life.

Dull and light yellow body is soft - is it the golden needle vegetable used to wrap pork today?

But hearing Yan Jidao, he had already taken the lead in applauding: "Wonderful, good words!" The old man has been wandering in the world of words for many years, and it is the first time he has heard someone write osmanthus so vividly and vividly, covering the chrysanthemum. ”

Ah, it turned out to be osmanthus, disrespectful and disrespectful.

Yao Huan took a sip of herself.

"The love is far away and only the fragrance remains, and the opening of the painting is crowned with the Mid-Autumn Festival", Li Qingzhao's little sister is not written with a crooked tooth, but it is not osmanthus.

By the way, it will soon enter the season when osmanthus is in full bloom, and I don't know what dishes and pastries the Song people have made with osmanthus.

During the Chinese Valentine's Day, I saw that the streets were selling white and fat lotus roots, but I didn't see the practice of glutinous rice roots on the food stalls. In this way, I can try to make a new dim sum to sell - osmanthus syrup glutinous rice lotus root slices......

Let's say that Yan praised Li Qingzhao a few words, just like the kind of Mai Ba in KTV who was inspired by the newcomer's fighting spirit, and also beckoned Xiao Shi of the Wang family to present a pen and paper, squinting his eyes, and writing a poem in an instant.

The singer Cui Sleeve took the note, took a closer look, and her face suddenly turned dark.

But in the end, she was a female singer in the top art troupe, she quickly regained her composure, smiled slightly, and sang lightly on the pipa.

This time, the word card is "Green Peony".

"Emerald sleeves sparse fan. Cool leaves urge geese. One night of west wind, several injuries are far away. The fine chrysanthemum branches are tender and fragrant. The moon marks are still in the courtyard. There is no limit. I hate to look forward to the late autumn. Sideburns will be changed. Remembering the end of the world, the road is still shorter than this. Try to make an appointment with Luan Paper, and pass on the good wishes of the prime. There should be new geese in Nanyun. ”

The name of Emerald Sleeve is embedded at the beginning of the word, so it's no wonder that she looks shy.

The song lyrics are sung very slowly, and it is easy to hear each word clearly.

Yao Huan even understood what the words were, and also understood most of the words, and couldn't help but secretly say, compared with the fresh song of the pioneer girl Li Qingzhao, Yan Jidao This word, when I heard it, it was a flirtatious work from the hands of the old driver.

This old gentleman, don't you want to ask the master of the horse to get the singer named Cui Sleeves?

Wang Shu is the owner of Cui Sleeves, so it's hard to say anything, so Huang Tingjian, who is the oldest among the guests, opened his mouth and smiled: "Yan Gong, your words are not right." The word card is a green peony, and the fine chrysanthemum branches in the word have a fragrance, even if it is a flower? ”

Yan Jidao defended: "As soon as Li Xiaoshu's daughter Osmanthus word comes out today, we can't write a good sentence anymore." It is the time when summer is going to autumn, this sad autumn is far away, and a lovesick work, isn't it also appropriate? Come, who will write another song, don't idle the good voice of Cui Sleeve? ”

During the banquet, although everyone can chant poems and lyrics, the older generation will inevitably be sleepy and tired after drinking wine and eating meat, and the younger generation is actually a little tired of relying on the old and selling the old, so no one immediately answered.

At this moment, Yan Dao is also getting drunk.

Drunk men, if they don't go to sleep honestly, will be especially fond of pie.

I only heard Yan mutter, "Oh, why no one cares about the old man anymore."

Suddenly, he pointed at Yao Huan and said, "Hey, that little lady who is particularly good at barbecue, you can write a word." ”

Yao Huan was taken aback and blurted out: "Yan Gong atoned for his sins, I haven't read a private school for a few days, and I don't know anything about poetry." ”

"Ho ho, good-looking female dolls love to deceive people the most, didn't you just quote the daylily poems of the Tang Dynasty Meng Jiao? Quickly, write one, and then write a lover who complains about the night and lovesickness. ”

Before Yan Jidao's words with a big tongue fell, everyone heard a "bang".

I saw Su Yu, who was sitting opposite him, put down the wine cup, got up and bowed to him, and said with a solemn face: "Rong Junior's farewell to Yan Gong for the righteous sister, the righteous sister has really been calculated, her husband is Qin Fengjun Military Academy, donated his body in the battle of Hongde City in Song Xia, and the righteous sister is a person who observes the festival for her husband, if you don't want to think about the love order, please also ask Yan Gong to understand." ”

As soon as Su Yu said this, whether it was Shen Fuzhi, who was worried about how to relieve Yao Huan, or Yao Huan, who lowered his head and was a little at a loss, they were all taken aback.

Zeng Wei was even more screwed.

Su Jiaerlang, when did you recognize Yao Huan as a righteous sister?

I can't see that this warm water nerd reacts quite quickly in order to save the beauty of the hero.