"This is what Master Qin Chopping over there in Yangzhou did? I heard that the Guangling Qin School is very famous! The knee piano in front of the lady in front of her is very exquisite, and I can't help but praise the little lady's family for an outing together.

Seeing that the spring color is about to be dyed by the summer breeze, the interest of visiting the garden is becoming more and more intense, not only those little officials, small yamen playing the piano and writing poems, the little ladies are also taking advantage of the peach and willow green to gather on the shore of the West Lake, order tea and sing the piano, so happy.

The lady holding the piano wears a smoke-colored peony pattern flower bandeau and trousers, and the trousers are embroidered with moire. Another dark smoke-colored horizontal gown, with printed and painted cloud crane lace piping, is so fairy.

Sitting on the bluestone on the side, and letting the Zhongni-style knee piano fall on her knees, the little lady waved her hand and said, "Where can you invite such a bed of piano?" It's just that the master saw that I had achieved something now, so he specially cut it for me to use. ”

Yayin Qingyun alpine feelings, tea flying flowers and flowing water. Under the willows, the green is slight, and the summer is coming. A group of ladies painted with tea, painting spring scenes, which became part of this long scroll.

"Isn't this the latte art in coffee today?" An Ji, who was looking at the book, couldn't help complaining, and the people who originally returned home and planned to rest after reading the stories in the book were fascinated, and from time to time they had to mix in their own feelings.

"This tea opera is really a good treasure left by the ancestors, and I don't know how it should have been a grand scene back then, so many ingenious things could be born."

If you can see with your own eyes what is written in this book, or if you really have studied Chinese history like An Ji, I am afraid that no one will not admire the wisdom of the sages for the countless things that are still novel in the past few thousand years.

"Ha ......" got up early today, and An Ji, who had just recovered from a cold, couldn't help but be sleepy, but he was still attracted by the stubborn people in this book and himself, and he couldn't bear to put the book aside and snub it.

After a lot of joy, all the little ladies were overjoyed to find the five sisters of the An family.

This overwhelming catkins can prevent friends from seeing each other, and it is indeed a letter that can't hinder each other's hearts - the fifth sister can't go out of bed because of this flying flower, but she asked Fang Yanei, who opened the words, to make up for it, and sent someone to greet her a few times.

"Sixth sister, your fifth sister accepted that Luo Qi, but when the time comes, you have to go on a blind date again, and let Fang Yanei give the golden hairpin again?"

Sixth Sister An is a rare guest, even if she comes, she is still in a hurry to go back to the shop! A few little ladies took advantage of this opportunity to joke with the sixth sister for a while......

Under the cover of the folding fan brocade, the little ladies of several families laughed together. Even the fairy-like lady who stroked the qin, couldn't escape such a vulgarity, and said to the sixth sister for a while: "It's still your master's comfortable weaving, but it's a pity that you can't buy it in the ready-to-wear store!" ”

Most of the Luo on the market today are some materials that are not crisp enough, but they are hard and not soft. Although it is fancy and tight, those who have seen good materials will naturally feel disliked.

For her friend's blatant compliment, the sixth sister just smiled and did not speak. The same is weaving, where is the superiority? Only by making a good Luo together can the people who buy Luo be the same, and those who sell Luo can benefit from it.

"That's true!" An Ji, who was looking at the book, suddenly popped out such a sentence, which frightened the father who had just come home and swept the ground diligently, and just wanted to ask the former what happened so that he screamed, but saw that his daughter was fascinated again.

The wind through the window is also reading with An Ji, don't care if it understands it or not, the left and right are reflected on the yellowed old pages with the golden sunlight, which makes people squint slightly, and they still feel that the words are deeply engraved into their eyes.