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Do you know, what is the origin of the name of Zheqi?

When she was twelve years old, Zheqi grew into a beautiful girl in Huangdi outside Liang County, with unkempt cloth clothes and unkempt hair, and she did not hide the national color, like a clear mountain song, swaggering in the mountains and rivers of Zhaodi

At that time, her name was not yet Zhiqi

She is just a little girl in the Liangjun family, there is an elder brother on it, although the family life is not rich, but it can be regarded as a happy one, but she brought a problem from the womb, there is a very delicate skin, slightly inferior fabric touched, less than half a day, the whole body will be red and swollen, and it will not subside for a long time

A-Niang looked at her and sighed, "Our net worth, it is really unfortunate to provoke this rich and noble disease" frowned and turned her head

For this problem, she was detained at home since she was a child, rarely went out, and could only listen to her brother tell her about the mountains and moonlight outside and the scenery of the city; When she was a teenager, she had never blown the peach blossom wind by the Shangsi River in March, and when she was twelve years old, she had no way to send her to the Waihuang Zhu Mansion and be a little maid, not seeking to climb any glory and wealth, but to be able to live a normal life

Mama led her into a courtyard, and the woman curtled her knees, "...... Brought a little girl to Mrs., Mrs. looked at it, full of dissatisfaction? ”

The woman above put down the teacup in her hand and said, "That girl, come and have a look."

She took a light step as she said, stepped forward, lowered her eyebrows, and acted very well-behaved

"It's a very well-behaved child," Madame Zhu praised, "and raised her head."

She raised her head and looked at this Mrs. Zhu, who was only about thirty years old, very plump, with a beautiful face, and a splendid dress that she couldn't name the materials, which made her look more noble and luxurious, and her bearing was compelling, so that people didn't dare to look directly, and quickly lowered her head again, and saw that she had been wearing silk shoes that had been torn to expose her toes for a long time, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"This eyebrow is really good" Mrs. Zhu was stunned, "I'll stay"

"What's your name?"

"Chunni," she replied, her voice like a mosquito

"It's a cheap name," Mrs. Zhu smiled, "I'll change one for you, frowned, and thought about it, "Change one, it's called Chunzhi"

She answered, learned the etiquette taught by the grandmother in the house after entering the house, folded her hands on her sleeves, pressed her left hand with her right hand, put it above her head, and bowed, "Thank you princess for the name"

Although she is poorly clothed, she is also pampered by her parents at home, and rarely goes out, has a crystal delicate skin, and her eyebrows are also extremely jade and beautiful, Mrs. Zhu looks like it, so she takes her hand and says with a smile, "I heard that your mother in the house said that you have a problem, you can't wear cloth clothes, and if you are a little worse, you will have a rash on your body, but really?" ”

Her face turned red, and she hurriedly bowed, "Madame, don't drive me away, my problem is not serious, as long as it is skipped off, there will be no rash."

"Silly boy, what's the matter?" Mrs. Zhu laughed, and instructed the big maid next to her, Dan Hongdao, "Go to my library and get a yellow cloth and make a dress for this girl."

"Madam" Dan Hong was stunned, "This yellow cloth is worth dozens of dollars," and glanced at her

is a maid who was sold into King Zhao's mansion, and her worth is no more than ten dollars a day and night, how can she be worthy of such good material from Mrs. to her?

"Do as I say" Mrs. Zhu's face sank slightly, turned to look at Chunzhi, and smiled, "I don't lack such a thing, you are good-looking, if you wear clothes, you must be beautiful"

The yellow cloth was made into a set of skirts, and it took three days to be delivered to her by Mama Gu, who was beside her wife

She held the dress, touched the garnet red waist and the soft fabric of the tender yellow skirt, her eyes were shining like stars in the night sky, she had never seen such a soft and delicate and beautiful material since she was a child, and it was as beautiful as walking in the clouds

"Pretty?" Mama Gu smiled, "If you don't go in and change it in, let Madame take a look."

She nodded, went into the inner room to change, Gu Mama waited outside for a while, and asked impatiently, "Okay?" ”

After a long time, I saw her poke her head out from under the curtain, "I'm embarrassed to come out"

"Silly boy," Mama Gu was amused, "can you still hide for the rest of your life?" Madame gave you clothes, but she didn't want you to hide from anyone" Forced her out, looked at the skylight, and took a breath

The girl in front of her, when she was wearing coarse cloth clothes, didn't feel very much, but when she changed into a delicate dress, she was amazingly beautiful

She stood there with a sneer, green silk and black, twelve or thirteen years old above the top of the heart, is the most tender age of the girl, will grow into an ungrown, like the most tender branch of the cardamom tip pinching the yellow waist of the pomegranate red teeth delicate and obedient, the long belt in the same garnet red six yellow pleated skirt on the waist of the style, it shows a girlish style, delicate and radiant, like a pearl trickling lovely

When Mrs. Zhu saw it, she also liked it very much, "Sure enough, she is a lovely child, and from now on, she will serve in my yard."

"No"

She felt that Mrs. Zhu was very good-hearted, grateful in her heart, sincerely bowed down, and her figure was deeply supple

This year was the first year of the Han Dynasty, Xiang Yu established himself as the overlord of Western Chu in Guanzhong, named Liu Bang as the king of Han, and named Zhang Er as the king of Changshan

Mrs. Zhu has lived in her mother's house for a long time, worried about her husband and son, and is impetuous

On this day, when she was serving Mrs. Zhu to freshen up, she suddenly heard a cheer in the house, and Zhu broke the nails in his hand and ordered, "Go and see what's going on outside?" ”

Mama Gu nodded, worriedly went, and after a while, she came in again, with a look of ecstasy on her face, "Madam, I am very happy, Lang Jun has been established as the king of Changshan."

The handkerchief in Mrs. Zhu's hand fell to the ground, "Really? ”

"Nature is real"

"The sky has eyes, and it is not in vain, we are waiting to worry" Mrs. Zhu was already in tears

Zhang Er was named the king of Changshan, and Mrs. Zhu naturally had to return to Xindu, the country of Changshan, to reunite with her family, and she followed Mrs. Zhu to the Xindu Changshan Palace, and Mama Gu smiled, "Madam, oh, no, you can't call Mrs. anymore, you should call it Princess"

"Mama is just making fun of me" Princess Zhu glanced at Mama, looking angry, but her eyes were extremely happy

There were crowds of people on the corridor, "The prince of Changshan came in to see the princess."

A young man stepped into the house, rushed to Princess Zhu, and rushed to bow down, "The son is not filial, he has not been by his mother's side all these years, and his mother has suffered."

"Ao'er" Princess Zhu cried and laughed, hugged her son and said, "It's good to come back from now on, don't let our family be separated again"

After the mother and son said goodbye, they gossiped about homely things, Princess Zhu looked at her son and smiled, "Ao'er, you are not young now, follow your Ah Weng to fight outside, do you have time, which family's lady has you liked?" ”

"A-Niang," Zhang Ao raised his eyebrows and said, "When the world is in turmoil, the eldest husband should make meritorious contributions, and life and death are also matters, why should he be merciful to his children?" ”

Princess Zhu reunited with her son at the beginning, accommodating in every way, and said with a smile, "Okay, if you don't like it, I won't say it."

That night, when she entered the house to serve, Mama Gu stopped her and instructed, "When the princess was feeding, she felt that this bowl of fish soup was well cooked, and she felt sorry for the prince who had been out all these years, so let you send it to the prince."

She carried the food basket and said in amazement, "But, Mama, I just came to Changshan Palace, I don't know how to go outside the princess's place?" ”

"That's it, can you still not leave the princess's courtyard for the rest of your life?" Mama Gu said angrily, "I don't know where the son is, so I will find someone to ask at random and go."

She inquired for a long time, and finally found Zhang Ao's bookstore Zhang Ao's little maid Zhang Jing was guarding downstairs, saw her, got up and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"I am a servant in the Princess's house," she replied, "and the Princess asked me to come and bring a bowl of fish soup to the princess."

Zhang Jing's gaze swept over the food basket she was carrying, and then fell on her beautiful face, and got out of the way, "Go up"

She curled up to the study building and knocked gently on the door of the study building outside Zhang Ao's house

"Who?"

A clear male voice came from inside

"The servant is on the orders of the princess," she replied, her voice worried, "to bring fish soup to the prince."

After a while, the man in the pavilion replied, "Come in."

She pushed open the door, heard the sound of bamboo slips turning inside, lowered her head and walked into the house, removed the lid of the food basket in her hand, took out the warm fish soup cup inside, and put it on the four-legged cedar lacquer table in the house, and said in a low voice, "It's just the fish soup that the princess specially ordered to be sent, please use it."

Zhang Ao glanced at her and smiled, "Are you from the concubine's house?" ”

"No, the slave's name is Chunzhi," she replied, looking up and seeing Zhang Ao's face

That year, Zhang Ao was in his twenties, and when he was young and vigorous, his face was white and beardless, his face was like a woman, he was born extremely beautiful, and his bearing was noble

She was a little stunned for a while, thinking to herself: It turns out that the appearance of the prince is that the princess is a big beauty, no wonder the prince is also very good-looking, but I am afraid that most of the maidservants in the house are not comparable

"Spring branches," Zhang Ao curled the corners of his lips slightly, and said with a smile, "Is it the flower tree in spring?" ”

She stammered, overwhelmed

"Hehe" Zhang Ao smiled, "Still a child?" His gaze couldn't help but sweep over the girl's bright face and the subtle curves under Qiluo's clothes

She was stunned, so she had to say, "This name was given by the princess to the slave maid, and the slave maid didn't know what it meant."

"Did the mother get up?" Zhang Ao was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "That's a good name."

His handsome face and his smile were extraordinary, and she felt that she could not stand under such a smile, so she said a few words indiscriminately, and fled with a food basket

On the morning of the second day, Zhang Ao asked Princess Zhu to say goodbye, so he stayed to accompany Princess Zhu to have a morning meal

“…… It looks thinner than before" Princess Zhu looked at her son and smiled, "It's easy to settle down, but you have to make up for it."

"Mother," Zhang Ao complained, "I'm not a child."

"Yes, Ao'er is an adult" Princess Zhu smiled, turned around and instructed her, "Go to the stove and take a look, the chicken soup stewed for the prince is good"

She said "no" and walked out on her knees

"What do you think?" Princess Zhu pursed her mouth and asked meaningfully

"It's a simple and beautiful child," Zhang Ao thought thoughtfully, "I really don't know where the mother concubine came from"

Princess Zhu ate and laughed

After that, she felt that Princess Zhu seemed to be deliberately making her feel uneasy when she came and went to the place where the prince was, and asked Mama Gu, "Mama, I am the princess's maid, is this good?" ”

Mama Gu raised her eyes and looked at her delicate face,

In the past few months in the house, the little girl has become more and more delicate, with fine clothes, willow eyebrows and clever smiles, and her skin is brighter than snow, there is a kind of innocence and coquettishness unique to a girl who will grow up, and she can't help but like it, not to mention a young man like Shizi

"What's so bad?" Mama Gu said earnestly, "Do you think the princess treats you well?" ”

"Naturally," she replied sincerely, "the princess treats me like a mountain, and I want to repay the princess, but I am just a little maid, where does the princess need me to repay something?" ”

"That's it"

Mama Gu smiled faintly, "The prince is the only son of the princess, and he is the most beloved, but as long as you serve the princess well, you will repay the princess's kindness."

……

Zhang Ao asked Princess Zhu to say goodbye, came out of his mother's room, saw a maid in Tsing Yi boiling medicine under the porch, took a serious look, and found that it was the girl who gave her fish soup, so he stopped and called, "...... Haruzhi? ”

She turned around, hurriedly got up and bowed, "See the Son"

"I have something I want your help with, would you like to come with me?"

She was stunned and looked at the stove in embarrassment, "But, I'm still helping the princess make ginseng soup."

"Just find someone to help with this" Zhang Ao said, seeing Mama Gu, he raised his voice and said, "Mama will help take over the ginseng soup of the concubine, okay?" ”

Mama Gu smiled, "Naturally, it's good"

She hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand and ran out of the princess's courtyard with Zhang Ao

Zhang Ao took her back to the library where they met for the first time, "...... In my free time, I read here."

"But," she asked, bewildered, "what can a slave or maid do to help the son?" ”

Zhang Ao lowered his head and looked at the snow-like skin and fine pores on the girl's cheeks under the skylight shining in from the sill window, and couldn't help laughing

"I'll give you a new name"

"Huh?" She was very surprised, "But, this is the princess......"

Zhang Ao smiled faintly, "I'll go and talk to my mother."

This book pavilion is Zhang Ao's leisure is the place where Yan Ju, five zhang square, along the north wall there is a slip of bookshelves, a roll of bamboo slips accumulated on it, in the south is a sill window Zhang Ao looked at the window outside the thick spring and a green wolfberry tree, suddenly smiled, "Yes, it is called Zheqi"

She repeated awkwardly, "Fold ...... Willow? ”

"Yes, Origo"

He walked behind her, looked at the fresh and tender branches of the wolfberry tree outside the window, stretched his style in the spring breeze Zhang Ao's black eyes smiled, and looked at her deeply, "In the past, there were roses, and now there are broken berries, do you like that wolfberry tree?" ”

She was so forced by his gaze that she could barely lift her head, her face flushed, and she replied, "I like" the low voice, but she couldn't even hear herself

"Do you know how to read?"

"I don't recognize," she replied by biting her lip slightly, shaking her head, with deep regret in her eyes

No matter how much she is loved by her parents and loved by the princess, she is just a village girl and a slave after all, how can she have the opportunity to learn words and read books

"Shall I teach you?"

She jerked her head up, "Isn't that good?" Mingli refused, but there was a shallow expectation in his eyes, "You are the son of the world, you have to be busy with many things every day, where is the time to teach me to read?" ”

"No matter how busy you are, you can still spare this little time," Zhang Ao said with a smile

Turning to the bookcase, he pressed the silk book with a paperweight, raised his head and beckoned to her, "Come here, I'll teach you to write your name"

He took a wolf pen on the pen stand, dipped it in inkstone, and wrote the word "folding" on the silk book, with upright and elegant handwriting.

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