In the fifth year of Wanli, the fifteenth emperor was pro-government. At that time, Zhang Juzheng, the first assistant university scholar of the cabinet, said: Your Majesty has been in charge of the government, and the ministers ask Your Majesty to order the attendants to collect ladies to fill the harem, choose the beautiful and seductive, and the intelligent and overwhelming people are in the middle palace.

In the sixth year of Wanli, on the fourteenth day of the first month, it began to snow when the sky was bright, and it did not stop until the sky was about to dark. The little boy who swept the snow in the palace of the king of Jinyi waved the broom in his hand, and the big red lantern had already been lit up among the pavilions and pavilions, winding to form a fire dragon.

Coming out of the warm room, Wang Ronghe couldn't help but shake a little bit although she was wrapped in fur, the girl offered warm hands, in the old lady's yard, she still walked step by step, and when she got out of the courtyard, her skirt did not move, and her pace was light and fast, and her girls also knew her temperament, and walked silently, relatively speaking, she did not feel that the pace was exaggerated.

Until he went to his yard and entered the door, the wind and snow were all shut out of the door, and he went to the heavy and heavy big haze on his body.

"Girl, the New Year hasn't passed yet." The nurse reminded in a low voice that her girl is good at everything, but she likes to sigh at a young age, and as the old saying goes, people can't always sigh, and they sigh all their blessings.

Wang Rong and Xuying responded and walked to the Arhat couch, the house has never been broken from morning to night, it has been warm, the Arhat couch has a back pillow, and people fall into it softly as soon as they lean on it. Some people came to remove the hairpin ring for her, some people came to change her into soft indoor shoes, some people brought hot tea, and some people pinched her legs. Through this matter, wearing it to this high-ranking family Jin Jiaoyugui, the enjoyment is really not bad at all.

Yes, the eldest queen of this brocade guard Wang Qianhu is the queen of Rong, and the case of everyone's ladies is the core of a modern free woman. What is the reason for the process is no longer known, anyway, Wang Rong closed her eyes when she died of illness in the previous life, and when she opened her eyes, she became a baby again in her mother's womb and was trying to go out, didn't she drink Meng Po soup? What kind of luck is this? When she is confused, she has to see the light of day, the midwife's hand is not gentle on her buttocks, and in her subconscious crying, she heard Wen Po laugh and tearfully give her cheap mother to say goodbye. "Congratulations to Madame, Mrs. Hexi, she is a beautiful daughter, Madame has got what she wanted."

Her mother died three days after giving birth to her, and she died of exhaustion, and everyone did not shy away from her when she was born, so she heard with her own eyes how this mother arranged matters in an orderly manner, how to arrange her even to get married, and how to calmly arrange for herself to die of exhaustion.

So put away all the careful thoughts, be lucky, and follow the rules to be a daughter of everyone. The memory of a lifetime will not make her life easier, the world she is in now seems to be a backward ancient time, but the complexity of the inner house and the deep courtyard of the people's hearts is not something that a simple modern person like her can handle. You can only be cautious in your words and deeds.

It's just that it seems that after pretending to be for a long time, I seem to have really become an ancient person. No wonder Grandpa Mao said that we should beware of the sugar-coated shells of capitalism, which will indeed ruin people's morale if the days of stretching out their hands and eating to open their mouths for too long.

Wang Ronghe wanted to sigh again. In a blink of an eye, I saw the nurse dusting off the big coat on the edge of the compartment, afraid that she would chatter, and swallowed back the breath that came to her mouth.

"Tomorrow and Sunday, the girl wears this red brocade pressed gold thread hundred butterflies and wears a flowered skirt, covered with a white fox short than a good one?" Worry-free asked with a hanger, Wang Ronghe nodded with a glance. The nurse took a few more looks, "When you come back without illness, let's know what the second lady will wear tomorrow." “

"The new clothes made by the three girls for the New Year are exactly the same, and the second girl's flower-wearing clothes have not been worn by her for a few days, and I think I will wear this tomorrow." Wang Ronghe said with a notebook that she was not used to the traditional Chinese characters, and she was not used to it compared to the vertical row, but fortunately, it could be automatically simplified in her brain, and she was finally familiar with it after more than ten years.

"The lantern made by the girl is a butterfly, and she is thinking that it will match this dress perfectly." Carefree said, she and the nurse worked together to hang the clothes back up. The lady's clothes are expensive, and they have to be hung up with wooden planks.

It turns out that the place where this family is in is the inner city of Desheng Gate in the Anding Square, a little far away from the lamp market, the workshop spontaneously set up a lamp market, each family makes some lanterns to hang on both sides of the street, lazy to go to the headlamp market can also be in the square to see the lights and go to eliminate all kinds of diseases. Over time, it has become a rule, in order to mobilize the enthusiasm of each family, there is also a competition, if which lamp is the lamp leader, that year has face.

Therefore, even if it is a child's play, peers are always indispensable to secretly compare, so over time, this Lantern Festival hanging lantern has become a big thing. It takes a lot of effort to ask for a trick, and everyone has to guard against it. But it is rare for two sisters like the Wang family to have to make the same lamp.

Fortunately, everyone also knows the situation in this family, and they also understand in their hearts that this one belly sometimes has to compete for the length of the time, let alone not out of the stomach.

Wang Rong and this year to make a butterfly lantern, with gold and silver silk around the yarn silk made of butterflies around the lampshade, fluttering wings, lifelike, white lampshade with a brush to draw butterflies, virtual and real, far and near, Wang Rong and himself very satisfied. In ancient times, the days were long, there was little pastime, and I unconsciously learned a lot of skills, which had to be reincarnated again, and I had to be called a handicraft emperor, and the handiwork was great.

Coming in from outside without illness, she didn't get close to Wang Rong when she was warm indoors, her face was not good-looking, and the nurse asked her, "Didn't you ask what the second lady will wear tomorrow?" ”

Wuxian shook his head, "Second Miss will wear that red brocade butterfly tomorrow." ”

The nurse thought for a moment, "What does the second lady's lantern do?" ”

"It's a butterfly." Disease-free said.

The nurse slapped her thigh, "This is really a coincidence, since the beginning of the year before the big day, what does our girl do every year, what does the second lady do, this year is so guarded, why did you still bump into it." ”

"If you hit it, you hit it." Wang Ronghe didn't care, "It's me who has a heart with the second girl, and the hero sees the same thing." ”

"My girl. That's not the case. The nurse said anxiously. No matter how coincidental it is, it does the same thing every year, but fortunately, it is a coincidence that it has to press the girl's head, which is the same as the color that the wife makes for the ladies every season, and in the end, only the second lady is different. ”

The second miss, Wang Zhixi, the second miss of Jinyiwei Wang Qianhu's mansion, is one year younger than Wang Ronghe and is the stepdaughter. Wang Ronghe's mother died three days after giving birth to her, and it will be a month, and the stepwife will enter the house, and then the melons will be ripe, which is logical.

Most of the daughters are not bad, but Wang Zhixi is too beautiful, and at a young age, she can see the color of the country and the city, and she can foresee the beautiful and incomprehensible style in the future. She is already a well-known beauty when she is young.

Wang Rong and goose egg face, almond eyes, and plump lips are also a good appearance with a natural smile, but compared to Wang Zhixi, they can only be regarded as delicate.

If you look exactly the same way again, it will only show the beauty of the second lady.

Wang Ronghe looked at the angry nurse and the two depressed girls and said with a smile, "Change the other one, don't worry, go get the materials." ”

Worry-free got up to get the materials, the nurse stopped complaining, and then became worried again, "What will the young lady wear tomorrow?" ”

"It's not that there is a light yellow silk robe that has never been put on, that's it." Wang Ronghe said that the life of only worrying about what clothes to wear and what jewelry to wear every day is really a decadent life trouble.

The candle flame was dazzling, Wang Ronghe took a piece of white silk cloth, dipped the brush in ink, and sprinkled cursive script to write a Tang Dynasty poet Su Wei's fifteenth night of the first month.

The fire tree and silver flowers are closed, and the iron lock of the star bridge is opened.

The dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes one by one.

The prostitutes are all plums, and the songs are all plums.

Jin Wu can't help the night, and the jade leak is not urging.

Wang Ronghe especially liked the sentence that the Xingqiao iron cable was opened, and she was very satisfied with the finished product after putting down the pen, she nodded, "Take the lampholder of the horse lantern." ”

"Miss, isn't it too monotonous to have only black and white?" Disease-free said.

"Then take my chapter, well, the daylily layman." Wang Ronghe said that a small seal fell at the end of the pen, and when it was opened, the black and white was red. Graceful daylily leaves dot the name.

"Very good." Wang Ronghe said. She doesn't say that she brags about her words, she loved it in her previous life, and she has studied hard in this life, and if her current words go back to her previous life, she will have to sell them for millions.

"Every year, the main purpose of the young master in the family is to guess the lady's lamp among so many lamps in the market and bring it back." The nurse put the lamp aside, "This is a better guess this year." ”

"Remind me, I've got to find a simple riddle to hang on." Wang Ronghe said. "The third brother is the first to find it every time but can't guess the riddle, and I look pitiful."