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The Lantern Festival is approaching. A bright crescent moon hangs in the east wing, and the golden wind blows in through the window.
There was an incense burner on the table under the window. On the left side, on the rosewood stand, there was a large official kiln plate, on which were placed dozens of large, delicate yellow Buddha's hands.
On the copper lampstand beside the table, a few candles illuminated the room. On the right side, a white jade chime was hung on a lacquered stand, with a small hammer hanging next to it. The couch was a moon-shaped bed with a green gauze curtain embroidered with flowers, grass and insects. The room gave people a sense of elegance and refinement, just like its owner.
Gu Hanyan wore a peony green smoke gauze and a floor-length pink skirt with scattered daffodil flowers and green leaves. Her hair was drooping and slanted with a pearl and jade hairpin. Her skin was as delicate as fat and her figure was graceful.
This water-like woman makes people think of a poem: Blossoming with the help of water, the water becomes her bones and jade becomes her skin.
She stood behind Qin Mu, gently rubbing his temples, and said softly, "Don't take it to heart, King Qin. I also find it incredible to hear such a thing. It's normal for the ministers to have some resistance at first. King Qin just needs to explain it to them slowly."
Qin Mu leaned back in the Dongpo chair and said with a wry smile, "We have been arguing for the whole afternoon. These guys always find a lot of reasons to talk nonsense. It's just Sima An and his men, but they are so hard to convince. If we put it on the court for discussion, it will definitely be a quarrel. Never mind, I will give you a few words first."
Seeing that Qin Mu wanted to write an inscription, the two maids who came to serve him in the room hurriedly spread out paper and ground ink. Gu Hanyan asked with a smile: "I wonder what the King of Qin wants to write for me?"
The dimples on her cheeks were very cute. Qin Mu looked up and pinched her cheeks, saying with a smile, "You'll know once you see it."
After saying that, he stood up, took the largest pen from the pen holder, dipped the pen in ink, and wrote five big characters on the rice paper: Hanyan Painting and Embroidery Academy.
"What a beautiful name! Unfortunately, I'm used to writing 'agree' and 'got'... ahem, writing other words doesn't feel right."
Gu Hanyan covered her lips with her sleeves and chuckled, "What are you saying, King Qin? Your calligraphy is vigorous, cheerful and calm, strict but not rigid, and free but not beyond the rules. It is like a nobleman, full of vigor and brilliance. It is really a rare good handwriting."
Qin Mu held a pen in one hand and pinched his chin with the other, and said thoughtfully: "Hanyan, why do I feel like I have seen this compliment before?"
Gu Hanyan quickly took two steps away and denied it with a smile: "King Qin is overthinking, how could it be possible?"
"No, I must have seen it... Hey, why did you step away so far?"
"No, no, I just..." Gu Hanyan was born into a wealthy family and was not good at lying. She couldn't explain for a while. Her face was full of embarrassment.
Qin Mu put down his pen and suddenly made a great move. He stepped forward and hugged her slender waist, threatening her fiercely, "Why don't you tell the truth quickly? Where did you come from when you said that? If you dare to lie, today... no, tonight I will... "
"Ah, I say. I say..." Gu Hanyan was so embarrassed that she kept begging for mercy. Her eyes, which were filled with smoke and dew, glanced at him leisurely and said in a whisper. "That passage is... It is the comment of Tao Jiayi of the Yuan Dynasty on Cai Jing's calligraphy in "Collection of Calligraphy History"... "
"Okay, Hanyan, you dare to compare me with the treacherous prime minister Cai Jing. It's absurd, absolutely absurd. Tonight, I will make you beg for life, beg... ahem, anyway, it's..."
"King Qin!" Gu Hanyan said coquettishly, her face red as a flower in March.
"Hahaha... ... ... "
"King Qin, are you really going to let me open an embroidery workshop?" Gu Hanyan asked him. It was no wonder that she had some concerns. After all, it was unprecedented for a concubine in the harem to go out and open an embroidery workshop in public. There would inevitably be some rumors in the future. If things went wrong, her reputation would be ruined.
Qin Mu stopped laughing, carried her back to the Dongpo chair and sat her down, saying in a gentle voice: "Hanyan, don't worry. The embroidery workshop will be full of women, and no one will be able to gossip about it. I'll see what they can say about women embroidering. As for you, just take the time to teach them from time to time. There are others to manage the embroidery workshop, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Yes, I will obey the King of Qin."
Qin Mu hugged her, but his heart drifted back to China in the 1980s. At the beginning of the reform, the whole society was in a serious closed state. I believe that the resistance encountered at the beginning of the reform will definitely not be less than the resistance encountered when I want to do something now;
At that time, the ideological constraints on people were definitely no weaker than the current Zhu Xi and Cheng Xi Neo-Confucianism. Everyone held a little red book, and everyone's thoughts were in a state of fanaticism.
But it was under such circumstances that a great man stood up, drew a small circle in the south, and launched a great reform that changed China's destiny and took China into a new direction. The market position was established, social creativity was stimulated, and individual values were greatly respected. Without the drawing of that small circle, the Chinese economy would not have achieved the world-renowned achievements in just two or three decades.
Many things at the beginning of that reform are worth learning from.
As far as Qin Mu knew, almost every reform at that time first set up a model. For example, the household contract responsibility system first set up a "Xiaogang Village", and the economic reform first set up a "Shenzhen".
Perhaps I am really acting too hastily. The international situation and the sense of urgency that that great man faced at that time were definitely not any easier than they are now. It may be unrealistic for me to want to use force right from the start.
Well, let's set up a few examples first. Hanyan's embroidery workshop is one of them. It has a great influence if a concubine opens an embroidery workshop. Through this action, she can express her attitude.
Qin Mu put away his thoughts and asked with a smile: "Hanyan, did Xiangjun hand over the green landscape painting?"
Gu Hanyan smiled, and the dimples on her cheeks were revealed again. "This is a serious matter, Sister Xiangjun will naturally not say anything."
"Well, taking advantage of the festive atmosphere, I will have Han Zanzhou start a tour tomorrow. Haha, come on, tell me to ask Fu Qingzhu and Gu Yanwu to write poems immediately. If they don't hand in a few good works tomorrow, I will fine them a year's salary."
He is really a king, so domineering. Gu Hanyan smiled again and said, "King Qin, how can you be like this? If someone can't do it, you will fine him. Writing a poem is not like talking. You can't just open your mouth and say it."
"Hanyan, don't pity them. They rely on this to make a living. They can't even write a poem. When will I destroy their jobs?"
"Hehe..." Gu Hanyan gently twisted her willow-like waist and smiled at him, "When it comes to the influence of poetry, who can compare to you, King Qin? King Qin, why don't you also write a poem? This way, I won't be afraid of people laughing at my embroidery."
The beauty begged softly, her fragrance was overwhelming, and her soft buttocks rubbed against Qin Mu's thighs. He was distracted and couldn't control himself for a moment, and responded repeatedly: "Okay... no problem."
"Then King Qin's quick question."
Qin Mu first kissed her charming cheek, then hugged her to the desk, dipped his ink in thought, and wrote a crooked poem:
I heard that you live in Jiangnan.
The building is built on the willow bank.
Thousands of threads of mist and rain,
Embroider the mountains beyond the clouds.
**Pear blossoms fall,
The sound of the flute fades away in the night.
Gazing at the white wrist.
Thinking of my lover is across thousands of rivers.
Gu Hanyan recited it twice and praised it repeatedly. "Is it really okay?" Qin Mu turned her soft body over and kissed her lips gently. Gu Hanyan was kissed and could only mumble "Hmm! Hmm!" twice.
It would have been better if she didn't say "hmm". Such a light "hmm" sounded like a passionate whisper. Qin Mu pushed her against the table, stroked her slender waist with his hands, and gently unbuttoned her peony green smoke gauze and blue clouds silk dress. As her body felt cold, Gu Hanyan couldn't help but plead shyly: "King Qin, don't... don't do it here..."
"Why can't we do it here?" Qin Mu kissed her all the way down her lips, from her clear and pink collarbone to her fragrant, snow-white and smooth chest.
Gu Hanyan's breathing became rapid, her skin was as white as peach, and her whole body was so weak that she could hardly stand. She raised her white wrists high and twisted her body, her silk clothes rippling, and she unconsciously called out softly, "King Qin..."
Qin Mu reached behind her pink back and gently pulled, and her light purple bra slipped off like water, revealing a pair of jade mountains that gradually rose and formed snow-capped peaks. The jade mountains were straight and upturned, with chicken heads, and the autumn water was as white as the white jade skin, trembling and fragrant, and the top was small and full of springs, and the flower was exposed. Qin Mu held it with both hands and kissed it lightly...
“Hmm…” Gu Hanyan let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. She supported herself on the table with both hands, barely able to steady herself.
Outside the half-closed window, the spring breeze blows gently, and a little moon peeks in, shyly. The candlelight on the table flickers, and only an exquisite Western clock on the wall ticks.
After a gentle caress and teasing, Gu Hanyan's face was full of rosy clouds, her face was as beautiful as a flower, and she couldn't help but let out a moan from time to time, like the cry of a nightingale, "King Qin... Oh, don't do it here, I beg you, please go to the bed..."
"Not good." Qin Mu ignored her and gently lifted up her skirt with narcissus flowers and green leaves. He had already taken off her panties. Her slender, white and round breasts emitted a gleaming glow under the light.
"How pitiful the grass growing beside the stream... The spring tide comes with rain in the evening..." Qin Mu murmured softly. Gu Hanyan's heart trembled as she called out softly, "King Qin!" She closed her eyes in shame and dared not look at her own shameful posture anymore.
Qin Mu asked her to sit at the table, took her breasts, aimed them at the tender and wet jade stream, and thrust his waist forward gently. "Oh!" The beauty's head immediately raised high, like a swan shot by an arrow... ... ... ...
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ps: I accidentally discovered that the person in front of me is the great Potato, and his pink and tender divine chrysanthemum is opening up little by little in front of me. Do you dare to move forward again... ... move forward... .. use the legs of Ming Yang Tian Xia's chair to move forward... ... ... cough cough... .. be gentle... .. or be more stimulating, you guys decide, I'll cover my eyes... ... ... Please give me a monthly ticket! I really want a monthly ticket!
.(To be continued..)
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