Text Chapter 18: Poetry
Cao's eyes flashed, and he said: "Grandma really loves our third miss, look, I am reluctant to let go of the hand holding our third miss." ”
Wei Ya hurriedly took the delicate forehead guard in the maid's hand, stepped forward to hold Wen Wei's other arm affectionately, and said: "Auntie, this is what I just made for you last night, you see, last time you said that the color of the ruby and the forehead guard did not match, I asked my brother for help, and I searched all the antique shops in the capital and finally got this emerald gem, you see, how beautiful it looks like this!" ”
Wen Wei glanced at it casually, nodded, and said, "It's not bad." Immediately, before Wei Ya spoke again, she turned to Wei Man and said, "Aman ...... this year" thought about it and said, "You are two years younger than Ying'er, and you are fifteen years old this year, right?" ”
"Yes, auntie." Weiman replied.
Wei Ya couldn't help but glared at Wei Man fiercely when she saw that she had worked so hard to get such a cold reception, and at this time, Wen Wei also broke away from Wei Ya's hand, and Wei Ya could only retreat unwillingly.
Wen Wei nodded to Wei Man with a seemingly satisfied look, and then asked, "What kind of books do you usually read?" ”
"This ...... I just read some of the women's precepts and commandments. Wei Man replied thoughtfully.
Wei Man really read the "Female Training" and "Female Ring" of the Dajing Dynasty seriously, and thought that if he was questioned, he was absolutely sure that he would be able to answer the questions fluently.
Wen Wei frowned slightly, and urged dissatisfiedly: "What else? With a look of anticipation on his face, he said, "Don't girls like to read poems and lyrics nowadays?" How many have you read? ”
"Poetry? Word? Wei Man asked uncertainly.
The others also had confused expressions on their faces.
The founding emperor of the Dajing Dynasty was only born as a bandit, the founding of Dajing was not long, and he has always been martial, and the woman is also a person who flaunts virtue without talent, Chongwen has only started in the last one or two decades, and in the last one or two years, the woman with outstanding literary talent has also been praised, the most famous is Miss Dong Er of Taifu Mansion, because she studied with her brother since she was a child, and it is said that she is not even lost to her brother in school, and she is a talented woman known to everyone in the capital.
It's just that the literary education of the ladies in the Xungui family is gradually improving, but the Zhenguo Houfu does not have this meaning, the Zhenguo Houfu is based on military merits, so the cultural education of the children and grandchildren is not forced, and the ladies in the house have only studied together for two years when they were young, and the cultural level is really not very good.
"Yes, it's poetry, how many books have you read?" Wen Wei asked a little eagerly.
How many copies? How is this calculated?
Wei Man suppressed the question mark in his heart, and replied a little embarrassedly: "Back to my aunt, my niece rarely looks at those." ”
"Don't look?" Wen Wei's eyebrows instantly rose up, and he asked aggressively, "Haven't you read a single one?" ”
Wei Man was stunned by Wen Wei's expression and tone, and forgot to answer for a while.
"Auntie, the third sister doesn't touch poetry, what she likes is Buddhist scriptures, you know, the third sister used to copy a few Buddhist scriptures every month and send them to the temple for worship." Wei Xian smiled and said to Wen Wei.
"...... like this" Wen Wei also knew about this, and his face immediately showed a look of disappointment.
Wei Xian saw clearly, her eyes flashed, and she couldn't help but look at her mother-in-law Cao, and when she saw Cao's gentle chin, she smiled and said: "If you want to say that between our sisters, the best poetry is the fourth sister, I still remember that the last time the fourth sister mentioned a poem on the lotus picture, I am ashamed, although I and the fourth sister are taught by the same gentleman, but I didn't understand what the fourth sister wrote, I just think that the raindrops and lotus leaves are hazy and beautiful...... Fourth sister, quickly recite that poem to my aunt, I wanted to memorize it at that time, but my brain was too stupid to memorize it. ”