Because Zhu Yuanzhang advocated frugality, officials had the practice of not repairing government offices since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. In small county towns like Huichang, the rear offices were even more rudimentary.
But now this simple back hall has been tidied up by Li Xiangjun and her two daughters, and the flowers and trees in the backyard have been trimmed in a very interesting way. The evening breeze has blown away the day's heat, the moonlight on July 15 is as bright as frost, and crickets are singing softly under the wall.
Qin Mu couldn't help but think of two lines of poetry he had learned in his textbook: The moon in front of the window is just the same as usual, but it becomes different with the presence of plum blossoms.
If it is slightly changed to: The moon in front of the window is ordinary, but Xiangjun is different. This is in line with Qin Mu's mood at the moment.
Li Xiangjun, who was sitting on the stone bench in front, was wearing a purple short silk shirt, a pleated skirt with green grass and water mist, and a white, thin, green gauze. Her shoulders were cut into waistlines, and her muscles were as clear as blue.
She half held the pipa in her arms, and her jade fingers lightly plucked the sound. The clear and mellow music was like pearls falling on a jade plate. Qin Mu leaned comfortably on the railing of the corridor, listening to her graceful and clear singing:
The amber vase is filled with glass light.
The bright moon ripples,
The willow wind blows against the neighbor's red window,
Who is standing on the small building
The slight chill gradually penetrates the thin silk dress... ... ... ... ... ..
Watching the winding strokes of the pen and the rich fragrance of ink,
Her eyes are as graceful as ever,
Carefully outline the red lips and gently open them,
The plain-drawn beauty always looks like you,
Draw the memory and it becomes a memory again.
The misty and wet drunken rain in Jiangnan,
At dawn the lake sparkles.
I put down my knife and pen, and stand here holding the chrysanthemum.
To wait until I meet you.
The misty and wet drunken rain in Jiangnan,
The wind chimes sighed and disappeared.
I copy the spring scenery but I don't know how to pick the ending.
Like a wild goose flying through a bamboo forest, leaving its voice all over the ground.
After the song was over, Li Xiangjun couldn't help but pout and said, "Where did Qin Lang learn this tune? I've never heard it before. I think the tune is a little weird and I can't sing it well."
"No, no, no, very good, very good." Qin Mu smiled and pointed to the bright moon in the east wing and said, "Xiangjun, look, the moon is peeking at you. Why is it peeking at you? I think there is only one reason. It must be attracted by your singing. Ahem, this song should only exist in heaven. How can it be heard in the world? It must be wondering how such a song can be sung in the world..."
"Qin Lang!" Li Xiangjun cried out tenderly, her pretty face flushed as she said angrily, "Qin Lang just loves to talk nonsense, it makes me so ashamed."
“Hahaha… ... ... ” Qin Mu laughed heartily, and the coquettish look of a beauty was as intoxicating as fine wine and as beautiful as a spring dream.
Looking at the world, wouldn’t it be lonely if the vast rivers and mountains were only surrounded by the sound of iron horses, without any stunning beauty to adorn them
Looking at the history of China as a whole, the late Ming Dynasty was the period that Qin Mu regretted the most. After the Song Dynasty, the rule of the Mongols was only an extensive rule. In addition, Wang Anshi's baojia system was based on family or neighbors, which formed a relatively closed small society between each bao and each jia. Even though the national rule was destroyed by the Mongols, these family and village-style small societies were still operating effectively, protecting and inheriting the traditional Chinese culture and national essence.
Therefore, the Mongols' destructive power on Chinese culture was not very great. Although their sharp sabers killed countless Han people, they did not really break the backbone of the Han people, nor did they destroy the spiritual core of Chinese civilization.
But the Qing Dynasty was different. It carried out a double and thorough destruction of Chinese culture both physically and spiritually, turning China into a slave country. Even China lost its own clothes and the kind of open and dignified Chinese style was completely lost, and it has not been rebuilt until the 21st century.
Because of regret, Qin Mu paid most attention to the history of the late Ming Dynasty. He had read a lot of historical materials about the late Ming Dynasty in his previous life, so he knew that Zhang Xianzhong would sweep across Huguang and attack Jiangxi in August of the 16th year of Chongzhen.
In order to deal with the upcoming rebellion of Zhang Xianzhong, he had been busy preparing for war, staying in the military camp day and night to fight with the soldiers. This was the second time they met since Li Xiangjun came to Huichang. Today, he occasionally took a break to drink with the beauty and listen to the beautiful pipa music. He felt particularly enjoyable and laughed particularly heartily.
Listening to his laughter, Li Xiangjun felt her heart soften, because the confidence and clarity revealed in Qin Mu's laughter made her feel at ease;
It seems that as long as he is by my side, all the wind and rain will not blow on me. He is like a tall green pine tree, making people want to lean on him, listen to the pine waves, and sleep peacefully.
The way people get along with each other is very subtle. Sometimes there is no need for too much verbal communication. Just a glance can make two hearts stick together unknowingly.
Just like two trees, seemingly one and the same, but with their roots intertwined beneath the invisible soil.
The moonlight was elegant, sprinkled on Li Xiangjun's bun, reflecting a faint green light. That kind of beauty did not have a trace of fireworks. Qin Mu did not dare to look at it for too long. He was afraid that he could not control his eagerness. He promised to hold a ceremony first, so he said, "I have heard a lot of this little tune. I will teach you slowly when I have time."
"If Qin Lang has time to teach, I would like to learn. I'm just afraid you don't have the leisure time." Li Xiangjun raised the corners of her mouth slightly, with a playful look. She sat next to Qin Mu, filled a glass of wine and raised it up, with her hair swaying gently with a hairpin inlaid with pearls and jade.
"My hand isn't healed yet." Qin Mu spread his hands but refused to take the wine glass, just like he did in Meixianglou.
"You are a scoundrel." Li Xiangjun said lightly, and had to feed him the wine.
The two of them were very close. Qin Mu drank the wine and then smelled the faint fragrance on her body. Finally, he couldn't help but grab her frosty white wrist.
Under his burning gaze, Li Xiangjun's beautiful eyes looked forward, her heart pounded, her body felt a little soft, and her shy expression of wanting to refuse but also to accept was as ethereal and brilliant as fireworks. Her cheeks and neck were all stained with a faint peach blush.
Qin Mu pulled her gently, and she fell into his arms with a soft moan.
"Qin Lang, you..."
"Do not talk."
Qin Mu really didn't want to talk. He hugged her slender waist, feeling the warmth of her soft breasts against his chest. The heart-pounding feeling made him couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
"Qin Lang, if you...if you...since I have come thousands of miles to find you, I will no longer care about those empty formalities. If Qin Lang... "
"If what?" Qin Mu held her petite body in his arms and teased her deliberately.
She was so light and delicate, perhaps even Zhao Feiyan who could dance on the palm of her hand could not compare to her. Qin Mu felt that holding her was like holding a beautiful jade figure, and he was afraid of hurting her. However, the touch that was as soft as boneless and as gentle as a dove still made his body react uncontrollably.
"Qin Lang..." Perhaps feeling his body's reaction, Li Xiangjun melted in his arms like a stream of spring water, her slightly raised face as beautiful as a delicate flower, her eyes flowing onto his face.
Qin Mu looked at her for a moment, and finally couldn't help but kiss her beautiful lips deeply, "Hmm..." Li Xiangjun murmured softly, her jade arms tightly around his neck, responding as if in a trance, her jade fingers unconsciously moving through his hair.
Qin Mu's hands were not idle either, moving gently upwards from her slender waist. Although separated by a thin shirt, he could still feel how warm and smooth her skin was.
"Master, ah..." Just then, Qiao'er's cry came from the archway in the backyard.
Li Xiangjun hurriedly broke free from Qin Mu's arms, her pretty face was as red and hot as if it was on fire, and she was extremely shy.
Qin Mu raised his head towards the sky in silence. There was only a bright moon in the sky that looked like a round smiling face, laughing mischievously at him.
Yun Qiaoer, I will kill you! Qin Mu cried out in anger. This was the second time that he had interrupted the tenderness between him and Xiangjun.
It's not easy for me. I have to fight with those sweaty guys in the military camp all day long. I finally have time to come back and be intimate with a beauty. You you you... ... ... ... .
"What do you want from me?"
"Sir, I'm sorry, that... that... I didn't mean it."
Hearing the little maid's shy explanation, Li Xiangjun was extremely embarrassed. She could not stay there any longer, so she stood up, lifted her skirt and floated away like a light cloud.
"Come here." Qin Mu looked at the woman's receding figure and gave the order with infinite resentment.
The little girl took a long time to move in front of her, her head drooping and her hands constantly fiddling with her clothes, as if she was very uneasy, but Qin Mu clearly saw that the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
Slap! Slap! Qin Mu pulled her over and laid her across his lap, then slapped her little butt twice. "You did it on purpose. Don't think I don't know. Tell me, why did you do that?"
"Oh, eggs, eggs... rotten, rotten..."
"What eggs? Rotten?"
"You were the one who asked them to hide the eggs, and now they are ruined and crushed."
"You really started hiding eggs? You... ... ... ... hahaha... ... ..hahaha..." Looking at the little girl who had climbed up with a wet chest and was busy taking out the rotten eggs, Qin Mu pointed at her and laughed so hard that he almost choked.
The little girl took out a handful of egg yolks, pouted her little mouth like the spout of a teapot, and hummed continuously.
"Hahaha... you silly girl, you really hid the eggs... Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter..."
"Humph, it was you who asked me to hide the eggs instead. I was fine originally, but it's all your fault. I will never trust you again."
"Oh, you deliberately ruined my good deeds. I haven't settled the score with you yet, but you are complaining to me. I haven't held a trial in court for a long time, and you want to make trouble?"
"Oh, I forgot about the important matter, sir. Brother Liu is waiting outside. He said that there is important military intelligence about Jiulongzhang to report. Go quickly, sir. I'm going to change clothes." When the little girl saw that the situation was not good, she immediately ran away, just like a little white rabbit escaping from a wolf's claws.
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ps: 250,000 words, if nothing unexpected happens, it may be put on the shelves this month, but the number of collections has not increased, which is not a good phenomenon. Although the number of collections cannot fully represent the number of subscriptions, it can always reflect some situations. Hao Yuan is living in extreme poverty now, and he is really not so noble as to not care about the number of subscriptions. Dear friends, Haozi once again asks everyone, please remember to collect if you have not collected it, as a little encouragement and confidence for Haozi.
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