Chapter 1 hairpins

In the thirteenth year of Chenghe, 100,000 iron cavalry of Dachu fought against the Turks and won a complete victory, and the fire banner of the Lu family was finally planted on the land of Fanbang again.

Seeing that it was about to dawn, a young man dressed in a robe and wearing a flaming red army uniform rode a horse and ran straight to Fan Yang with the morning dew. The husband ate a mouthful of soil, shook his head, and muttered to himself: "Because of Shen Eighteen Niang's hairpin flower ceremony, this Fan Yang's realm is going to step one foot lower, look at this fiery auspicious cloud, it must be the son of the Lu family!" ”

Shen Ting walked to the entrance of the stone pai and hurriedly restrained the horse. When Shen Qin's hairpin flowered, he was fighting against his grandfather, and he couldn't come back in time, but it was the eighteenth sister's, so he caught up.

"Shen Qi is home."

When the porter heard Shen Qi's words, he was a little surprised, the people in their room hadn't come back for a long time, and they all made people forget about Eighteen Niang and Shen Qi's own brother. The door opened.

Shen Ting stood at the gate of the eighteenth mother's courtyard, but he didn't dare to take that step, saying that he was his sister, but he had never seen it. If it weren't for Shen Qin, this Fan Yang, he would never want to take a step forward.

In the family, this hairpin flower ceremony is the most important thing for the girl, which means that she spends the letter just right, and the favorite Langjun can come to the door to ask for marriage.

Shen Shibai looked at himself in the mirror, holding the most ordinary flowing cloud bun, clean and clean, which made her whiter and whiter. She has always had a good color, and her skin is as white and greasy as the mutton fat cream.

"Eighteen is tall, and he used to comb his hair in a bun, but now it is much more pleasing to the eye. Hey, this lipstick is good in color! Why are your lips white, are you afraid that your grandmother will give you a wild cauliflower? ”

Eighteen glanced at Sixteen Niang. She is the youngest daughter of the eldest house, her mother is the wife of the Shen family, and she is from the Taiyuan Wang family. Although the eighteenth mother is young and old, but it is not exempt from vulgarity, everyone knows that the flower varieties given by the elders are very mysterious, and they determine what kind of husband they can marry in the future.

What kind of flowers will grandmother give her?

"What's wrong with rape flowers, at least it means that you have married my eighteenth mother, you have plenty of food and clothing every year, and your children and grandchildren have their own talents in their wombs."

When Sixteen Niang heard this, she couldn't help laughing, "No wonder Fan Yang people say that they have sharp teeth and sharp mouths, and they should be Shen Eighteen." You little lady, you are really faceless, not ashamed, not ashamed, which young man dares to marry you? Yes! I see, it must be the king......"

Eighteen Niangqiao blushed, stood up, pulled out the Qingyue sword on the wall, and pretended to stab Sixteen.

"Eighteen Niang, the time is coming!"

Shen Eighteen pulled the sword into a flower, inserted it back into the scabbard, flicked the dust on his body, shook his sleeves, puffed up his chest, and walked towards the hairpin temple.

Sixteen patted his chest and quickly followed. The maid with a veil of different colors on her arm then rushed out and walked forward with her head down, like the shadows of the two men, without making a sound.

When they arrived near the hairpin temple, the maids stopped in unison, and the place in front of them was definitely not for people of their status to enter.

The ancestral house of the Shen family is extremely famous in the entire Fanyang, especially Shi. The Shen family has been scholarly for generations, hairpins for hundreds of years, and the collection of books is rare. It is that on the mountain and the stone, there are famous calligraphy. And the hairpin temple, in the deepest part of this courtyard, exudes a faint fragrance.

Shen Shibai knelt quietly on the hairpin platform, saying that it was a platform, but in fact it was just a stone sculpture in the shape of a raised bamboo slip, and what was engraved on it was the admonition of the woman of the Shen family.

She quietly raised her eyes, and looked around, there were some familiar faces, some elders in the clan, the ladies of the family who loved her, and those sons who were famous for her eighteen mothers, but there were two people who surprised her a little.

Her rare grandfather was standing on a small building not far away, quietly looking at her with his hands behind his back, as if he was thinking about something. Eighteen Niang has been a unique girl in the Shen family in recent years, but her grandfather is particularly unfamiliar with her, that is, sixteen, she has been guided by her grandfather in swordsmanship, although it is only a few words, but it has made Eighteen Niang envious for a long time.

The other person, speaking of which, she hadn't met him. He looked a little like her, his eyes were dark and blue, and he looked a little haggard, and he was rushed over by the dust at first glance; He has a sinister aura on his body, which is particularly prominent among the gentle and elegant sons and daughters around him, either a military master or a ranger.

The Shen family is still a martial artist, and the only one who has a lot to do with her is her legendary brother Shen Ting. Shen Shiba's eyes moved, and he only felt that his heart was swollen very much, as if something was about to overflow.

"Let's get started."

Eighteen raised her head, and the eldest aunt Wang picked up the wooden comb on the plate, combed it lightly three times on her hair, picked up the brush again, dipped it in the spring water in the basin, and sprinkled it three times, "Xuan." ”

"The eighteenth daughter of the Shen family, named Jing. The body, skin, talent, fame and fortune all come from the family, and they are willing to cultivate the good of both sexes with their own strength. Living in the noble is not cheap, living in the cold is not self-light, for my nature; Thinking of danger in peace, and standing up first in danger is my responsibility. Please! ”

"Epiphany? The flowers are thin white and yellow, which is rare, yes, it is this flower, I didn't expect that Shen Ba Niang was not given a peony, but this fleeting epiphany......"

Eighteen Niang was stunned, epiphany? Although the beauty under the moon is noble, it is the flower of regret, grandmother, why is this?

She looked up, and sure enough, she saw that her grandmother was holding a white hosta in her hand, and the hairpin head was the rare epiphany, and when the epiphany bloomed in her grandfather's yard the year before last, she also set up a night banquet and invited his best friends to enjoy the flowers together. She was pouring wine at the time, and she was lucky enough to see her.

"Although the peony is expensive, but it is appreciated by ordinary people, the epiphany is high, the wanton fragrance, the world is said that its flowering period is short, but I don't know that this epiphany blooms the most complete, an instant is eternal life, no regrets; Eighteen smart avenues are just right for this flower. ”

Old Madam Shen said, and put the hairpin on Shen Shiba's head, "Jing'er, grandfather gave you words, Shuhua." ”

"Licheng!"

If it is said that the eighteen mothers were given epiphany before, it always makes people feel surprised, but the words of this calligraphy make the atmosphere of the scene relaxed, this Shen family is famous for its scholarly fragrance.

Seeing that Wang Shiyi Lang stroked his palms and laughed: "Eighteen Niang, now my ninth sister is going to breathe a sigh of relief, she is shouting at her peony every day, you have an epiphany, and the evil wind in our Taiyuan is finally going to disperse......"

When Eighteen Niang heard this, her heart suddenly lightened, Wang Jiuniang was her close friend, she got a peony two years ago, and now she is waiting to be married in Chang'an.

After the hairpin ceremony, it is the garden party, the marriageable sons and daughters of each family chant poetry and dance swords, and discuss the avenue of the world, which is very frivolous. Eighteen Niang was about to go up to meet her brother, who she had never met, but she saw her grandfather on the small floor waving at her.

Eighteen Niang covered her eyes with her hands, the sun is a little big today.

This small building has not been used for a long time, and it exudes a heavy smell of pine oil, which makes her heart sink inexplicably, and her steps have become a little heavy.

Grandfather stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, still maintaining a suitable posture, and when he heard her coming, he slowly spoke: "Do you know why I gave you an epiphany?" ”

Eighteen Niang lowered her eyes and saluted, "Eighteen have been feeling unwell recently, and I am afraid of cold and fatigue. As she spoke, her hands trembling slightly, she pinched her palms hard.

Recently, she felt that when she danced the sword in the morning, her qi was blocked; Sleeping at night, cold hands and feet; Sixteen said that her mouth was white today, but she was not scared. She wasn't sure before, but she got the epiphany, but she made up her mind, she was afraid that she had some difficult disease.

Grandfather sighed, turned around, looked at Eighteen Niang's face, and was ruthless, "My Shen generation of women, there is no second person who can be more clever than Eighteen Niang, but unfortunately, you can't live to be eighteen years old." ”

"In the year of the Great Chu Reform, I was assassinated, and your mother repelled several people with her own strength, but in the end, she was outnumbered and blocked a knife for me. Unexpectedly, the toxicity was too great, and your mother went on the spot. You were not born at term, you were born weak, and when you were three years old, you visited a miracle doctor and got a pill, and if the disease did not recur before you got married, you broke the root, and then you are no different from ordinary people, if you are ...... It's also your life. ”

"And your brother Shen Sanlang, who became famous at a young age, he is my favorite child, but he was also ruined in that assassination."

"Who was your assassin? Forget it, if you don't say it, I understand it too. Shen Bainiang felt that her palms were hot, and she must have pinched out the blood.

Actually, she Shen Eighteen will not live to be eighteen years old.