Some calamities can only be overcome by oneself, and others cannot help in any way. Zi Sandalwood wiped the corners of his eyes in a little panic, Ye Yi Ye just acted as usual, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to work, seeing that Zi Tan was still stunned, and said strangely: "What are you still stupid for?" Hurry up and call the spring flowers over, it's all over there, and I'm still watching the excitement, what a child! ”

"......" Zi Sandalwood looked at the leafhopper clothes on the adult shelf a little speechlessly, and muttered in his heart: "You yourself are only three years older than Chunhua, two years younger than me, but you pretend to be an adult everywhere!" ”

Ye Chanyi naturally didn't know Zi Sandalwood's careful thoughts, she reached out and tried the water in the bucket, it was all warm! This was not going to work, the water had to be changed, but both barrels were full of flowers, and the barrels were too big for her to lift.

At this time, the sister-in-law who sold pickled pears next to her saw that she wanted to use a bucket, and happily handed her small bucket to Ye Chanyi, who was overjoyed, took the bucket and thanked her, and ran happily to the river.

After the dragon boat race, the crowd gradually dispersed, she went down the bluestone steps by the arch bridge to the river, and the cool river breeze blew, bringing bursts of fresh breath of aquatic plants mixed with willows. At this time, the overflowing river, which had gradually returned to calm, was only Ye Sanye sitting in a small fishing boat, anxiously directing the sailors in the river to search for the heirlooms that fell into the water.

Ye Chanyi could imagine that Uncle Ye was angry, she couldn't help laughing, moved her muscles and bones, she filled a bucket of water, put it on the stone steps, and squatted down to wash her face......

It wasn't until the sewage in his hands flowed that Ye Chanyi remembered that the role he was playing now was Kunlun Nu! If Ye Peiru saw that she had washed her face, she would definitely not be able to get the remaining silver. How is this good, this ugliness has been out for a long time, but you can't give up your efforts!

I don't dare to wash the sewage on my hands, so I can only wait for the water to dry up like a fool, and then wipe it back!

Several passers-by saw her like this, all of them were first frightened, and then they hid their mouths and smiled. The leafhopper clothes are embarrassed, it is really a man who dies for money, and a bird dies for food!

Feeling almost sunburned, the leafhopper squatted down and used the water as a mirror! On the humidity on her hand, she smeared it on her face, and looked at the sunny beauty with honey-colored skin in the water, and she showed a smile! On the surface of the water like a mirror, he scattered the green silk like satin and pulled a simple bun, and the people in the water suddenly became amorous......

Back to Zheng Xiao, after the dragon boat race, Zheng Xiao was in a two-story antique shop not far from the Yishui River, sitting by the carved window on the street and looking out, looking lazy and a little careless.

This antique shop is delicately arranged and generous, the façade is painted with black lacquer, some flowers and plants are planted on both sides of the main entrance, there is a plum tree on the right, it is not a long year, but also a few plum trees, the first floor has some large pieces of jade rough stones, large plum bottle porcelain of different shapes, the wall is full of calligraphy and painting of contemporary masters, and there are some ancient bronze utensils, the second floor is the second floor, all the objects above are more delicate and precious.

At this moment, the room where Zheng Xiao was staying was specially set aside for him. The room is breezy at this time, behind the marble screen, there is a statue of the God of Wealth in the middle of the bright room, Nanmu Xiaoji, Boshan incense burner, black lacquer and gold bed silk brocade tent, mattress hidden Chinese quilt, very luxurious. Under the window, there is a pear square table, at a glance, you can know that it is the top grade, the desktop is brightly colored, and the texture is clear and beautiful.

Zheng Xiao wanders among the flowers all the year round, what kind of woman he has never seen, Huan Fei Yan Thin, Wei Zi Yao Huang, she is all those who come and do not refuse, but those Oiran Yan Jun, one by one shy answered, holding a lady shelf, in the style is not as bold as the second sister Chen in front of her, there is often a place that can't be let go, simply this woman dares anything, it is in his eyes for a while.

He has always been generous to women, and he never dared to resist what he wanted, but they were all gadgets, and he would not be stingy with money if he served well, but now he smiled and looked out of the window again, staring at a gloomy look.

Second Sister Chen looked at him at this time, usually at this time, he was about to pounce over, but at this time there was no follow-up, and she couldn't help but poke her neck out to see, and the people outside were all traders, except that there were more people and there was no difference between them and weekdays, and she was wondering, but she saw a big red and green silhouette standing on the edge of the arched bridge. Fifteen or sixteen, only one side face can be seen, and the skin is slightly dark, Second Sister Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and asked which man doesn't like tender white skin. I saw that the girl was combing her long hair as silky as black satin with her hands.

casually pulled up a bun, lifted the bucket next to her and was about to leave, who knew that the water was too full, she didn't mention it, she clumsily poured some, but still couldn't lift it, and in desperation, poured out some more, so she barely lifted it......

The two of them watched as the girl fell crookedly into the corner, and then withdrew their gaze. Second Sister Chen covered her mouth and grinned: "It's a pity that it's a little darker, otherwise it would be a beautiful embryo!" ”

"You're so white!" Zheng Xiao pinched a handful of plump white flesh to the side of his face. Second Sister Chen laughed for a while, and her green belly pocket hung with two slender and long silk threads on the delicate and slender neck, loosely revealing the two piles of white flowers in the snowdrift, with her laughter trembling, the man's pupils shrunk for a while, and his breath was a little thicker.

She was tired of it and said with a smile: "The slave's good third master, the slave family is not only white, but also very sweet, don't you believe in the master to taste it?" ”

Besides, Ye Chanyi stumbled to bring the water back, Zi Sandalwood and Chunhua took her bucket, and they both looked at her with strange expressions, Ye Chan Yi was puzzled, and reached out and touched her face: "Something dirty?" ”

Chunhua shook her head, and became shy. At this time, the front of the Wangjiang Teahouse suddenly became lively, it should be that the poetry tasting meeting is about to start, looking at the young ladies who are full of interest, Ye Chanyi can't help but think of those aristocratic girls in the dream of Red Mansions also rely on opening a poetry club to pass the time.

Ancient Shangwen has been there since then: everything is inferior, only reading is high! There is a golden house in the book, and there is a statement of Yan Ruyu in the book.

In the Dream of Red Mansions, the maid Xiangling studied poetry hard, and Daiyu and others talked about poetry, which was their pursuit and yearning for life. They call it "playing." Xiangling people are called poetry nerds, and Xiangyun people are called poetry maniacs, all of which are played out, and they are also the result of investment.

They cannot live without poetry, just as some nations cannot live without song and dance. In fact, the ancients have long had the saying of "poetic life", but in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, this kind of poetic life was particularly prominent among some literati and scholars.

Poetry can not only show their talents to everyone, but also a taste of life and pleasure, those aristocratic women in the Dream of Red Mansions pursue a way of life: calm is eternal feelings, tranquility is the unchanging attitude.