Chapter 14: Similarity

Hongxuan has a lot of eyes, so she naturally doesn't believe it, she just thinks that Cheng Jin is talking big, but Cheng Jin is the master, she won't give her no face, so she responded with a smile, and flattered a few words without a trace before returning the book, Qingping packed up her things and accompanied Cheng Jin all the way back slowly.

Cheng Jin walked and stopped along the way, as if she couldn't get enough of the spring scenery in front of her, and even the birds that flew over and the willow tops that had just bloomed could make her look at it with interest for a while.

"It's all over the flowers, the long pavilion is lost in the distance, I still remember the first time I saw Wenlang, and I can't remember the return date......"

Not far away, there was ethereal music mixed with the girl's laughter, she stopped and listened carefully, "This is the female singers in our house rehearsing a new play?" ”

"It is the most fashionable "Pan Spring Return" now, singing the romantic affairs of Prime Minister Wen during the reign of Emperor Taizu, the most sad and moving, these women in our house sing very well."

In the early spring, hearing such a mournful and moving song, Rao is Qingping listened to it many times in the past few days, and she couldn't help but feel sad.

"Huh?" Cheng Jin was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "Prime Minister Wen? But Wen Dingnian? ”

"Exactly." Qingping nodded.

The old lady loves to listen to operas, and the troupe raised in the house sings to her every day, but Cheng Jin is stupid, where can she sit and listen to the play, and the old lady doesn't like her to make trouble, so she rarely goes to the old lady to listen to the play, and she doesn't know about this "Hope for Spring Return" that has just come out.

But Wen Xiangzhu Emperor Taizu leveled the world, An Wanmin, served as a military general as a civil official, and died in the north, he is a generation of famous ministers through the ages, and his big names, old and young, women and children all know, even if Cheng Jin is a fool, he has heard of it.

Cheng Jin's face was strange, "What kind of affair does he have?" I heard that Wen Xiang has never married in his life, and he has never had his own children, how can he have anything to do with women? ”

"Wen Xiang is the most beautiful man in the world, and his reputation has been passed down to this day, he has never married in his life, and he may not have had an affair with a woman." Qingping said seriously, the solid-eyed maid who is usually obedient to the master's life, for the first time for her idol to confront Cheng Jin, how can a handsome and graceful character like Wenxiang die alone?

Cheng Jin nodded with interest, "Then you should tell me, which women have been entangled with this Wenxiang?" ”

Cheng Jin's attitude was gentle, but Qingping reacted, she had just said nothing, and she actually contradicted her own girl, and she was about to kneel down to ask for guilt, but was pulled by Cheng Jin.

"What are you panicking about? I was confused before, so naturally I didn't know about Wenxiang's affairs, but since you told me, I will talk about it in detail. ”

Qingping bit her lip and confirmed that Cheng Jin's face was only curious, not angry, and then said softly, "The slave maid has only read two or three scripts, heard a few plays, and said different things, the fiancΓ©e who was married but died early, the girl next door who was a childhood sweetheart, the little maid who served Wenxiang since childhood, the little widow who was rescued by him, and the famous flower of the Qinglou in "Looking forward to the return of spring...... Oh, I heard that the most fashionable word out there now is a book about him and the princess of the Northern Barbarians. ”

Before Qingping finished speaking, Cheng Jin was already holding his stomach on the side, laughing so much that tears came out, "Even the little widow and the princess of the Northern Barbarians?" How unpicky should this article be? ”

"Girl!" Wen Xiang is the dream of thousands of girls, where can Cheng Jin be so arranged, and the loyal little girl is annoyed.

"Wen Xiang has been an ancient man for 50 years, and you haven't seen him, how do you know that he is as handsome as written in the book? Maybe he's like those bosses in the court, with a beard and a straight face all day long. Cheng Jin felt very curious, why these women were so obsessed with an ancient man a few decades ago, Wen Dingnian's bones were probably turned to ashes, where is there any skin, what is the meaning of what they are thinking about like this.

"Because of the champion Lang," Qingping, who has always been calm, has a rare crimson color, "People say that this champion of the Wen family is the second in literature, not only is he as good in learning, but he also looks very similar, and he is very handsome!" ”

Cheng Jin vaguely remembered that when the champion of the Wen family was parade on the street last year, their family also went to the teahouse to see him, but she was busy eating peanuts at the time and didn't pay much attention to his appearance, "Why are the two similar?" Could it be that this champion is the descendant of Wenxiang? Didn't you say that Wen Xiang never had children? ”

"After Wen Xiang passed away, his younger brother passed his young son to Wen Xiang's name, which is regarded as inheriting the incense for him, Zhuang Yuanlang is the grandson of that child, and he is the great-grandson of Wen Xiang, and the old people who have seen both of them say that Wen Zhuangyuan was born like Wen Xiang."

Cheng Jin shook his head slightly, not believing it, "Where can the great-grandson who is separated from the room be like, I think you think Zhuang Yuanlang is handsome, so you put his appearance on Wenxiang, right?" ”

When the previous dynasty had not yet fallen, Wen Dingnian was called "the first son of Dayan", such as the bright moon and the breeze, handsome and clear, such as pearls and jade, warm and dazzling, it was Zhao Hua, the senior sister who had seen a lot of beautiful men, and I had to say that Wen Dingnian was indeed the best man she had seen in her life.

It is rare for such a character to produce one in thousands of years, the junior of the Wen family is afraid that he has borrowed the light of the ancestors to add color to himself, Cheng Jin is not an ordinary Huaichun girl after all, not only did he not have any curiosity about the son of the Wen family, but he added a little disdain first.

"The slave doesn't know either, but when I look at those words, I really think that it is Gongzi Wen." Qingping, who has always been steady, seemed to be a different person when she mentioned this, and her face was so red that she was about to drip blood.

Cheng Jin thought it was funny, but he didn't know that the girls in the capital probably looked like this kind of idiot when they mentioned that champion Lang.

"You go to the bookstore and buy all these books, and read them to me, and bring back a copy of the good books sold in the bookstore." Cheng Jin said with great interest.

The best thing to sell in the bookstore is the bookbook, don't say that they are the little girls who like to read, even the old lady also likes it, I heard that the two princesses in the palace often secretly let people go to the bookstore to find these books.

"My good girl, why did you come back?" Before Cheng Jin stepped into the courtyard gate, Mama Zhao greeted her, "The old slave is still worried that you are lost in the mansion, and he is preparing to look for you!" Yu! How did you do it! Didn't I tell you a long time ago that after greeting the old lady, I would lead the girl back? Why is it delayed for so long? ”

"Mama is in a hurry to let me come back, but is there anything urgent?" Cheng Jin raised his eyelids, and his voice was a little cold.

"Isn't the old slave worried that the girl will get lost?" Mama Zhao is still a little uncomfortable with this fool putting on such a style in front of her, although she has tried her best to restrain herself, she still inevitably reveals a little arrogance.