"This child, whom I call my pet, always gets angry on every occasion and makes you laugh." The Sheriff's wife apologized with a smile.
After receiving the reminder from her second brother, Zhuang Jing knew that the poem was quite good. Although she was a little angry, she still could distinguish right from wrong, so she thrust the butterfly pendant into Du Wan's hand and said angrily: "You can pass the test." When it comes to poetry, I am indeed not as good as you."
Zhuang Jing saw that her mother's laughter had not stopped since Hua Zhuo spoke, and her attention was all on her. She felt unhappy again, so she walked back to Zhuang Zheng, holding his hand aggrievedly, and He whispered in his ear: "She is really annoying. She pretends to be naive and wants to please her mother."
Zhuang Jing was very happy to receive the support from her second brother, and whispered: "After a while, my mother asked me to give her a gift, but I ignored her and saw what she would do."
Naturally, the ladies greeted her one after another. They only said that the talented young girl from the Du family should be asked to write a poem. Otherwise, she would not be worthy of the meeting gift given by the county governor's wife. Although the words were joking, they also contained a bit of jealousy. Hua Hua Forget about the daughter of the Du family, how come the daughter of the Du family can also get a meeting gift from the county governor's wife, while her own children are no worse than hers, but they can only play with the silver ingots given by the Fang family.
Fang's expression quietly changed, then returned to normal, but her heart was still slightly pricked. There was something in the Sheriff's wife's words. How could outsiders know what kind of temper her master was.
Zhuang Jing was a little unhappy. She didn't understand the poem and couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, so she had to secretly look at her brother who was standing beside her mother. Zhuang Zheng had no expression on his face. Everything in front of him felt boring. He was a little distracted when he suddenly saw his sister looking at him asking for help. He thought for a while and nodded.
The ladies present greeted him one after another, said a few words of laughter, and then wiped away what had just happened. There was a lot of joy and laughter in Tinglanxie, but there was no unpleasantness at all.
"That's right, that's right..." The county guard's wife burst out laughing. While laughing, she said to Fang: "Don't blame her. The child will get angry with you without saying anything. You don't even look at what I said just now." Just one sentence, does Jing'er want to embarrass them?"
Seeing that her daughter was in trouble, Mrs. Du was not unhappy at all. She just smiled and said nothing, but she looked very confident.
In the end, Zhuang Jing was still not convinced and murmured in a low voice: "The Buddha's verse was not written by the daughter of the Hua family. It was clearly written by the sister of the Du family. It is the sister of the Du family who has the wisdom."
"Pfft..." The county guard's wife laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't let you write poetry. Just show your skills."
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
As soon as her daughter acted coquettishly, the county guard's wife also softened her heart. She flicked Zhuang Jing's forehead and said, "You... It's not that I didn't give you this string of beads. It's because you don't have the wisdom to give it to you. It's a waste if I give it to you."
Du Wan thought for a while and then said: "The sound of the piano is all over the orchid, and the branches are full of green jade. Although I see butterflies dancing, it is definitely not Zhuang Zhou."
Du Wan thought for a while and then said: "The sound of the piano is all over the orchid, and the branches are full of green jade. Although I see butterflies dancing, it is definitely not Zhuang Zhou."
This poem was written in the book Du Wan gave her. It is also noted below that Du Wan excerpted many wonderful Zen verses and wrote them on a whim. Although Hua Zhuo cannot compose poems, she can still understand them. , the poem is not very good, but there is still a little bit of Zen in it. For an eight or nine-year-old girl to write such a Buddhist verse, she already deserves the name of a talented woman. At this moment, she was deliberately trying to please the county governor's wife, so naturally she didn't forget to ask Duwan, so she specially chose this song to read out.
Hua Zhuo immediately leaned over. The county guard's wife took her hand, looked at her carefully, then looked at Fang, and said: "I see that you don't look like your mother. You should be more like your father, but your temperament But he is closer to Mrs. Hua."
"That's right, that's right..." The county guard's wife burst out laughing. While laughing, she said to Fang: "Don't blame her. The child will get angry with you without saying anything. You don't even look at what I said just now." Just one sentence, does Jing'er want to embarrass them?"
Zhuang Jing was a little unhappy. She didn't understand the poem and couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, so she had to secretly look at her brother who was standing beside her mother. Zhuang Zheng had no expression on his face. Everything in front of him felt boring. He was a little distracted when he suddenly saw his sister looking at him asking for help. He thought for a while and nodded.
Zhuang Zheng squeezed her palm and whispered back: "I hate her too."
"Mom, sister didn't do it on purpose." Zhuang Zheng suddenly stepped forward, pulled Zhuang Jing, and said: "Give the beads back to the Hua family sister, and quickly apologize to mother."
Fang's expression quietly changed, then returned to normal, but her heart was still slightly pricked. There was something in the Sheriff's wife's words. How could outsiders know what kind of temper her master was.
Hua Zhuo was beside him and breathed a sigh of relief for Du Wan, but when he saw Zhuang Jing walking towards him again, he immediately waved his hands and said: "I can't write poetry, don't test me, I can't do it either."
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
Zhuang Jing pouted, with a look of reluctance.
Hua Zhuo was beside him and breathed a sigh of relief for Du Wan, but when he saw Zhuang Jing walking towards him again, he immediately waved his hands and said: "I can't write poetry, don't test me, I can't do it either."
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
"What are you talking about, madam? Miss Zhuang is so frank and cute, and her temperament couldn't be better. The fights between children are nothing. Once you make a fuss, you'll be fine again."
Hua Zhuo didn't know his mother was careless, so he smiled sweetly and replied: "Zhuo'er's eyes are like my mother's, and my chin is like my father's. In terms of temperament, he is as kind and gentle as my mother, and as upright and straightforward as my father."
"Pfft..." The county guard's wife laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't let you write poetry. Just show your skills."
"What are you talking about, madam? Miss Zhuang is so frank and cute, and her temperament couldn't be better. The fights between children are nothing. Once you make a fuss, you'll be fine again."
After hearing this, the county guard's wife showed some admiration, but said nothing. She only wanted to see how her daughter would be dealt with. She didn't speak, so the other ladies didn't dare to speak easily.
"That's right, that's right..." The county guard's wife burst out laughing. While laughing, she said to Fang: "Don't blame her. The child will get angry with you without saying anything. You don't even look at what I said just now." Just one sentence, does Jing'er want to embarrass them?"
In the end, Zhuang Jing was still not convinced and murmured in a low voice: "The Buddha's verse was not written by the daughter of the Hua family. It was clearly written by the sister of the Du family. It is the sister of the Du family who has the wisdom."
"Slap, slap, where did Miss Zhuang go wrong? It's not worth it to have to argue about right or wrong over a trivial matter..."
Zhuang Zheng squeezed her palm and whispered back: "I hate her too."
Zhuang Jing was a little unhappy. She didn't understand the poem and couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, so she had to secretly look at her brother who was standing beside her mother. Zhuang Zheng had no expression on his face. Everything in front of him felt boring. He was a little distracted when he suddenly saw his sister looking at him asking for help. He thought for a while and nodded.
"Yes, yes, ma'am, you have never seen that child of mine. When she has a bad temper, she makes people angry, hateful and reluctant to beat her and scold her. How can she be compared to Miss Zhuang who corrects her mistakes after she realizes them..."
Hua Zhuo did not have stage fright. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I can't write poetry, I can only recite poetry. I read a poem at Wan'er's place a few days ago. I liked it, so I borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha. "
Hua Zhuo immediately leaned over. The county guard's wife took her hand, looked at her carefully, then looked at Fang, and said: "I see that you don't look like your mother. You should be more like your father, but your temperament But he is closer to Mrs. Hua."
Zhuang Zheng squeezed her palm and whispered back: "I hate her too."
"Yes, yes, ma'am, you have never seen that child of mine. When she has a bad temper, she makes people angry, hateful and reluctant to beat her and scold her. How can she be compared to Miss Zhuang who corrects her mistakes after she realizes them..."
Hua Zhuo was beside him and breathed a sigh of relief for Du Wan, but when he saw Zhuang Jing walking towards him again, he immediately waved his hands and said: "I can't write poetry, don't test me, I can't do it either."
Zhuang Jing was very happy to receive the support from her second brother, and whispered: "After a while, my mother asked me to give her a gift, but I ignored her and saw what she would do."
After receiving the reminder from her second brother, Zhuang Jing knew that the poem was quite good. Although she was a little angry, she still could distinguish right from wrong, so she thrust the butterfly pendant into Du Wan's hand and said angrily: "You can pass the test." When it comes to poetry, I am indeed not as good as you."
"Yes, yes, ma'am, you have never seen that child of mine. When she has a bad temper, she makes people angry, hateful and reluctant to beat her and scold her. How can she be compared to Miss Zhuang who corrects her mistakes after she realizes them..."
"You little girl knows how to please me, come here." The county guard's wife chuckled and waved slightly to Hua Zhuo.
After hearing this, the county guard's wife showed some admiration, but said nothing. She only wanted to see how her daughter would be dealt with. She didn't speak, so the other ladies didn't dare to speak easily.
"Did Zhuo'er say something wrong?" Hua Zhuo deliberately pretended to be confused and cute.
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
Zhuang Jing pouted, with a look of reluctance.
Hua Zhuo was beside him and breathed a sigh of relief for Du Wan, but when he saw Zhuang Jing walking towards him again, he immediately waved his hands and said: "I can't write poetry, don't test me, I can't do it either."
Naturally, the ladies greeted her one after another. They only said that the talented young girl from the Du family should be asked to write a poem. Otherwise, she would not be worthy of the meeting gift given by the county governor's wife. Although the words were joking, they also contained a bit of jealousy. Hua Hua Forget about the daughter of the Du family, how come the daughter of the Du family can also get a meeting gift from the county governor's wife, while her own children are no worse than hers, but they can only play with the silver ingots given by the Fang family.
As soon as her daughter acted coquettishly, the county guard's wife also softened her heart. She flicked Zhuang Jing's forehead and said, "You... It's not that I didn't give you this string of beads. It's because you don't have the wisdom to give it to you. It's a waste if I give it to you."
Zhuang Jing pouted, with a look of reluctance.
Before she could finish her words, she saw that the county governor's wife had taken off a string of Buddhist beads from her wrist and put them on Hua Zhuo's hand. She didn't even mention the meeting gift she had prepared, and smiled at Hua Zhuo. Said: "I have always respected the Buddha. You recited a Buddha's greeting again. It is fate. The original greeting gift was not worthy of you. I wore this string of Buddhist beads before I left the pavilion. I have always regarded it as a treasure. Today I gave it to you, I hope you will cherish it."
The ladies present greeted him one after another, said a few words of laughter, and then wiped away what had just happened. There was a lot of joy and laughter in Tinglanxie, but there was no unpleasantness at all.
This poem was written in the book Du Wan gave her. It is also noted below that Du Wan excerpted many wonderful Zen verses and wrote them on a whim. Although Hua Zhuo cannot compose poems, she can still understand them. , the poem is not very good, but there is still a little bit of Zen in it. For an eight or nine-year-old girl to write such a Buddhist verse, she already deserves the name of a talented woman. At this moment, she was deliberately trying to please the county governor's wife, so naturally she didn't forget to ask Duwan, so she specially chose this song to read out.
The county governor's wife could hear this clearly, but others could not. Her expression remained unchanged and she pretended not to hear. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'll make everyone laugh, my daughter. We are really spoiled. Since the last three generations, our banker has always had a lot of boys. It was not until this generation that we had a girl like Jing'er. The family usually dotes on her, including her two brothers. , I also let her go, I don’t want to be embarrassed and thrown out today.”
"Pfft..." The county guard's wife laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't let you write poetry. Just show your skills."
Hua Zhuo was beside him and breathed a sigh of relief for Du Wan, but when he saw Zhuang Jing walking towards him again, he immediately waved his hands and said: "I can't write poetry, don't test me, I can't do it either."
"What are you talking about, madam? Miss Zhuang is so frank and cute, and her temperament couldn't be better. The fights between children are nothing. Once you make a fuss, you'll be fine again."
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
Naturally, the ladies greeted her one after another. They only said that the talented young girl from the Du family should be asked to write a poem. Otherwise, she would not be worthy of the meeting gift given by the county governor's wife. Although the words were joking, they also contained a bit of jealousy. Hua Hua Forget about the daughter of the Du family, how come the daughter of the Du family can also get a meeting gift from the county governor's wife, while her own children are no worse than hers, but they can only play with the silver ingots given by the Fang family.
Hua Zhuo didn't expect that a Buddha's greeting could have such an effect. He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He quickly stepped back respectfully, kowtowed three times to the county governor's wife, and said, "Zhuo'er must be like Mrs. Just as I love Zhuo'er, I also love this string of Buddhist beads."
Mrs. Fang looked horrified and said, "I made you ladies laugh." She felt a little regretful at this moment. She usually only doted on her daughter and did not teach her anything, but now she was in trouble.
Hua Zhuo immediately leaned over. The county guard's wife took her hand, looked at her carefully, then looked at Fang, and said: "I see that you don't look like your mother. You should be more like your father, but your temperament But he is closer to Mrs. Hua."
Hua Zhuo didn't know his mother was careless, so he smiled sweetly and replied: "Zhuo'er's eyes are like my mother's, and my chin is like my father's. In terms of temperament, he is as kind and gentle as my mother, and as upright and straightforward as my father."
"You little girl knows how to please me, come here." The county guard's wife chuckled and waved slightly to Hua Zhuo.
Naturally, the ladies greeted her one after another. They only said that the talented young girl from the Du family should be asked to write a poem. Otherwise, she would not be worthy of the meeting gift given by the county governor's wife. Although the words were joking, they also contained a bit of jealousy. Hua Hua Forget about the daughter of the Du family, how come the daughter of the Du family can also get a meeting gift from the county governor's wife, while her own children are no worse than hers, but they can only play with the silver ingots given by the Fang family.
Zhuang Jing saw that her mother's laughter had not stopped since Hua Zhuo spoke, and her attention was all on her. She felt unhappy again, so she walked back to Zhuang Zheng, holding his hand aggrievedly, and He whispered in his ear: "She is really annoying. She pretends to be naive and wants to please her mother."
"Pfft..." The county guard's wife laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't let you write poetry. Just show your skills."
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
Hua Zhuo did not have stage fright. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I can't write poetry, I can only recite poetry. I read a poem at Wan'er's place a few days ago. I liked it, so I borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha. "
After hearing this, the county guard's wife showed some admiration, but said nothing. She only wanted to see how her daughter would be dealt with. She didn't speak, so the other ladies didn't dare to speak easily.
Zhuang Jing pouted, with a look of reluctance.
"This child, whom I call my pet, always gets angry on every occasion and makes you laugh." The Sheriff's wife apologized with a smile.
Zhuang Jing was a little unhappy. She didn't understand the poem and couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, so she had to secretly look at her brother who was standing beside her mother. Zhuang Zheng had no expression on his face. Everything in front of him felt boring. He was a little distracted when he suddenly saw his sister looking at him asking for help. He thought for a while and nodded.
Hua Zhuo didn't expect that a Buddha's greeting could have such an effect. He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He quickly stepped back respectfully, kowtowed three times to the county governor's wife, and said, "Zhuo'er must be like Mrs. Just as I love Zhuo'er, I also love this string of Buddhist beads."
Zhuang Zheng squeezed her palm and whispered back: "I hate her too."
The governor's wife's face darkened and she said, "Jing'er, please stop being rude."
The county governor's wife could hear this clearly, but others could not. Her expression remained unchanged and she pretended not to hear. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'll make everyone laugh, my daughter. We are really spoiled. Since the last three generations, our banker has always had a lot of boys. It was not until this generation that we had a girl like Jing'er. The family usually dotes on her, including her two brothers. , I also let her go, I don’t want to be embarrassed and thrown out today.”
After clearing her throat, she read: "The flowers turn green in spring, and the leaves fall in autumn. Everything in the world is prajna. I want to find out my true heart."
"Mom, sister didn't do it on purpose." Zhuang Zheng suddenly stepped forward, pulled Zhuang Jing, and said: "Give the beads back to the Hua family sister, and quickly apologize to mother."
After clearing her throat, she read: "The flowers turn green in spring, and the leaves fall in autumn. Everything in the world is prajna. I want to find out my true heart."
Zhuang Zheng squeezed her palm and whispered back: "I hate her too."
As soon as this poem was read out, the county guard's wife couldn't help but straighten up and said in surprise: "Is this a Buddhist verse?"
The governor's wife's face darkened and she said, "Jing'er, please stop being rude."
Naturally, the ladies greeted her one after another. They only said that the talented young girl from the Du family should be asked to write a poem. Otherwise, she would not be worthy of the meeting gift given by the county governor's wife. Although the words were joking, they also contained a bit of jealousy. Hua Hua Forget about the daughter of the Du family, how come the daughter of the Du family can also get a meeting gift from the county governor's wife, while her own children are no worse than hers, but they can only play with the silver ingots given by the Fang family.
"You little girl knows how to please me, come here." The county guard's wife chuckled and waved slightly to Hua Zhuo.
Hua Zhuo said with a smile: "Do you still like it, Mrs. Sheriff?"
Hua Zhuo said with a smile: "Do you still like it, Mrs. Sheriff?"
"What are you talking about, madam? Miss Zhuang is so frank and cute, and her temperament couldn't be better. The fights between children are nothing. Once you make a fuss, you'll be fine again."
As soon as her daughter acted coquettishly, the county guard's wife also softened her heart. She flicked Zhuang Jing's forehead and said, "You... It's not that I didn't give you this string of beads. It's because you don't have the wisdom to give it to you. It's a waste if I give it to you."
As soon as her daughter acted coquettishly, the county guard's wife also softened her heart. She flicked Zhuang Jing's forehead and said, "You... It's not that I didn't give you this string of beads. It's because you don't have the wisdom to give it to you. It's a waste if I give it to you."
In the end, Zhuang Jing was still not convinced and murmured in a low voice: "The Buddha's verse was not written by the daughter of the Hua family. It was clearly written by the sister of the Du family. It is the sister of the Du family who has the wisdom."
This poem was written in the book Du Wan gave her. It is also noted below that Du Wan excerpted many wonderful Zen verses and wrote them on a whim. Although Hua Zhuo cannot compose poems, she can still understand them. , the poem is not very good, but there is still a little bit of Zen in it. For an eight or nine-year-old girl to write such a Buddhist verse, she already deserves the name of a talented woman. At this moment, she was deliberately trying to please the county governor's wife, so naturally she didn't forget to ask Duwan, so she specially chose this song to read out.
"Slap, slap, where did Miss Zhuang go wrong? It's not worth it to have to argue about right or wrong over a trivial matter..."
As soon as this poem was read out, the county guard's wife couldn't help but straighten up and said in surprise: "Is this a Buddhist verse?"
The county governor's wife could hear this clearly, but others could not. Her expression remained unchanged and she pretended not to hear. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'll make everyone laugh, my daughter. We are really spoiled. Since the last three generations, our banker has always had a lot of boys. It was not until this generation that we had a girl like Jing'er. The family usually dotes on her, including her two brothers. , I also let her go, I don’t want to be embarrassed and thrown out today.”
As soon as this poem was read out, the county guard's wife couldn't help but straighten up and said in surprise: "Is this a Buddhist verse?"
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
This poem was written in the book Du Wan gave her. It is also noted below that Du Wan excerpted many wonderful Zen verses and wrote them on a whim. Although Hua Zhuo cannot compose poems, she can still understand them. , the poem is not very good, but there is still a little bit of Zen in it. For an eight or nine-year-old girl to write such a Buddhist verse, she already deserves the name of a talented woman. At this moment, she was deliberately trying to please the county governor's wife, so naturally she didn't forget to ask Duwan, so she specially chose this song to read out.
After clearing her throat, she read: "The flowers turn green in spring, and the leaves fall in autumn. Everything in the world is prajna. I want to find out my true heart."
"You little girl knows how to please me, come here." The county guard's wife chuckled and waved slightly to Hua Zhuo.
This poem was written in the book Du Wan gave her. It is also noted below that Du Wan excerpted many wonderful Zen verses and wrote them on a whim. Although Hua Zhuo cannot compose poems, she can still understand them. , the poem is not very good, but there is still a little bit of Zen in it. For an eight or nine-year-old girl to write such a Buddhist verse, she already deserves the name of a talented woman. At this moment, she was deliberately trying to please the county governor's wife, so naturally she didn't forget to ask Duwan, so she specially chose this song to read out.
"Slap, slap, where did Miss Zhuang go wrong? It's not worth it to have to argue about right or wrong over a trivial matter..."
After clearing her throat, she read: "The flowers turn green in spring, and the leaves fall in autumn. Everything in the world is prajna. I want to find out my true heart."
Hua Zhuo did not have stage fright. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I can't write poetry, I can only recite poetry. I read a poem at Wan'er's place a few days ago. I liked it, so I borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha. "
The county governor's wife could hear this clearly, but others could not. Her expression remained unchanged and she pretended not to hear. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'll make everyone laugh, my daughter. We are really spoiled. Since the last three generations, our banker has always had a lot of boys. It was not until this generation that we had a girl like Jing'er. The family usually dotes on her, including her two brothers. , I also let her go, I don’t want to be embarrassed and thrown out today.”
"Mom, sister didn't do it on purpose." Zhuang Zheng suddenly stepped forward, pulled Zhuang Jing, and said: "Give the beads back to the Hua family sister, and quickly apologize to mother."
Hua Zhuo immediately leaned over. The county guard's wife took her hand, looked at her carefully, then looked at Fang, and said: "I see that you don't look like your mother. You should be more like your father, but your temperament But he is closer to Mrs. Hua."
Hua Zhuo did not have stage fright. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I can't write poetry, I can only recite poetry. I read a poem at Wan'er's place a few days ago. I liked it, so I borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha. "
"Yes, yes, ma'am, you have never seen that child of mine. When she has a bad temper, she makes people angry, hateful and reluctant to beat her and scold her. How can she be compared to Miss Zhuang who corrects her mistakes after she realizes them..."
The ladies present greeted him one after another, said a few words of laughter, and then wiped away what had just happened. There was a lot of joy and laughter in Tinglanxie, but there was no unpleasantness at all.
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
Fang's expression quietly changed, then returned to normal, but her heart was still slightly pricked. There was something in the Sheriff's wife's words. How could outsiders know what kind of temper her master was.
"Mom, sister didn't do it on purpose." Zhuang Zheng suddenly stepped forward, pulled Zhuang Jing, and said: "Give the beads back to the Hua family sister, and quickly apologize to mother."
"You little girl knows how to please me, come here." The county guard's wife chuckled and waved slightly to Hua Zhuo.
Hua Zhuo didn't know his mother was careless, so he smiled sweetly and replied: "Zhuo'er's eyes are like my mother's, and my chin is like my father's. In terms of temperament, he is as kind and gentle as my mother, and as upright and straightforward as my father."
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
Fang's expression quietly changed, then returned to normal, but her heart was still slightly pricked. There was something in the Sheriff's wife's words. How could outsiders know what kind of temper her master was.
"Yes, yes, ma'am, you have never seen that child of mine. When she has a bad temper, she makes people angry, hateful and reluctant to beat her and scold her. How can she be compared to Miss Zhuang who corrects her mistakes after she realizes them..."
Hua Zhuo didn't know his mother was careless, so he smiled sweetly and replied: "Zhuo'er's eyes are like my mother's, and my chin is like my father's. In terms of temperament, he is as kind and gentle as my mother, and as upright and straightforward as my father."
Zhuang Jing saw that her mother's laughter had not stopped since Hua Zhuo spoke, and her attention was all on her. She felt unhappy again, so she walked back to Zhuang Zheng, holding his hand aggrievedly, and He whispered in his ear: "She is really annoying. She pretends to be naive and wants to please her mother."
The governor's wife's face darkened and she said, "Jing'er, please stop being rude."
The county guard's wife burst into laughter again, and before she could speak, Fang scolded her softly: "Zhuo'er, don't talk nonsense. No one is ashamed to praise himself."
Zhuang Jing saw that her mother's laughter had not stopped since Hua Zhuo spoke, and her attention was all on her. She felt unhappy again, so she walked back to Zhuang Zheng, holding his hand aggrievedly, and He whispered in his ear: "She is really annoying. She pretends to be naive and wants to please her mother."
"Did Zhuo'er say something wrong?" Hua Zhuo deliberately pretended to be confused and cute.
"Nonsense, you are the one who can make irresponsible remarks on mother's affairs. Where have you remembered the rules I taught you in daily life?" Being humiliated by her daughter in public, the county guard's wife looked ugly.
"I'll look for an opportunity later and help you get it back." Zhuang Zheng knew her temper and was stubborn, so he whispered.
"Did Zhuo'er say something wrong?" Hua Zhuo deliberately pretended to be confused and cute.
"Slap, slap, where did Miss Zhuang go wrong? It's not worth it to have to argue about right or wrong over a trivial matter..."
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
Zhuang Jing saw that her mother's laughter had not stopped since Hua Zhuo spoke, and her attention was all on her. She felt unhappy again, so she walked back to Zhuang Zheng, holding his hand aggrievedly, and He whispered in his ear: "She is really annoying. She pretends to be naive and wants to please her mother."
Hua Zhuo immediately leaned over. The county guard's wife took her hand, looked at her carefully, then looked at Fang, and said: "I see that you don't look like your mother. You should be more like your father, but your temperament But he is closer to Mrs. Hua."
Seeing that her daughter was in trouble, Mrs. Du was not unhappy at all. She just smiled and said nothing, but she looked very confident.
After saying that, she was about to get up when Zhuang Jing suddenly rushed over, reached out and snatched the beads from her hand, and said angrily: "This string of beads is not yours..."
As soon as this poem was read out, the county guard's wife couldn't help but straighten up and said in surprise: "Is this a Buddhist verse?"
"That's right, that's right..." The county guard's wife burst out laughing. While laughing, she said to Fang: "Don't blame her. The child will get angry with you without saying anything. You don't even look at what I said just now." Just one sentence, does Jing'er want to embarrass them?"
Hua Zhuo didn't know his mother was careless, so he smiled sweetly and replied: "Zhuo'er's eyes are like my mother's, and my chin is like my father's. In terms of temperament, he is as kind and gentle as my mother, and as upright and straightforward as my father."
"Nonsense, you are the one who can make irresponsible remarks on mother's affairs. Where have you remembered the rules I taught you in daily life?" Being humiliated by her daughter in public, the county guard's wife looked ugly.
Zhuang Jing saw that her mother's laughter had not stopped since Hua Zhuo spoke, and her attention was all on her. She felt unhappy again, so she walked back to Zhuang Zheng, holding his hand aggrievedly, and He whispered in his ear: "She is really annoying. She pretends to be naive and wants to please her mother."
Hua Zhuo was beside him and breathed a sigh of relief for Du Wan, but when he saw Zhuang Jing walking towards him again, he immediately waved his hands and said: "I can't write poetry, don't test me, I can't do it either."
As soon as this poem was read out, the county guard's wife couldn't help but straighten up and said in surprise: "Is this a Buddhist verse?"
Zhuang Jing pouted, with a look of reluctance.
Zhuang Zheng squeezed her palm and whispered back: "I hate her too."
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
Hua Zhuo didn't expect that a Buddha's greeting could have such an effect. He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He quickly stepped back respectfully, kowtowed three times to the county governor's wife, and said, "Zhuo'er must be like Mrs. Just as I love Zhuo'er, I also love this string of Buddhist beads."
Before she could finish her words, she saw that the county governor's wife had taken off a string of Buddhist beads from her wrist and put them on Hua Zhuo's hand. She didn't even mention the meeting gift she had prepared, and smiled at Hua Zhuo. Said: "I have always respected the Buddha. You recited a Buddha's greeting again. It is fate. The original greeting gift was not worthy of you. I wore this string of Buddhist beads before I left the pavilion. I have always regarded it as a treasure. Today I gave it to you, I hope you will cherish it."
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
This poem was written in the book Du Wan gave her. It is also noted below that Du Wan excerpted many wonderful Zen verses and wrote them on a whim. Although Hua Zhuo cannot compose poems, she can still understand them. , the poem is not very good, but there is still a little bit of Zen in it. For an eight or nine-year-old girl to write such a Buddhist verse, she already deserves the name of a talented woman. At this moment, she was deliberately trying to please the county governor's wife, so naturally she didn't forget to ask Duwan, so she specially chose this song to read out.
The ladies present greeted him one after another, said a few words of laughter, and then wiped away what had just happened. There was a lot of joy and laughter in Tinglanxie, but there was no unpleasantness at all.
"Mom, sister didn't do it on purpose." Zhuang Zheng suddenly stepped forward, pulled Zhuang Jing, and said: "Give the beads back to the Hua family sister, and quickly apologize to mother."
Seeing that her daughter was in trouble, Mrs. Du was not unhappy at all. She just smiled and said nothing, but she looked very confident.
Zhuang Jing was very happy to receive the support from her second brother, and whispered: "After a while, my mother asked me to give her a gift, but I ignored her and saw what she would do."
Zhuang Jingliang burst into tears and said, "Mom, my daughter has begged you for this string of Buddhist beads several times, but you haven't given it to her. How can I give it to her today?"
"Pfft..." The county guard's wife laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't let you write poetry. Just show your skills."
"Nonsense, you are the one who can make irresponsible remarks on mother's affairs. Where have you remembered the rules I taught you in daily life?" Being humiliated by her daughter in public, the county guard's wife looked ugly.
Zhuang Jingliang burst into tears and said, "Mom, my daughter has begged you for this string of Buddhist beads several times, but you haven't given it to her. How can I give it to her today?"
As soon as this poem was read out, the county guard's wife couldn't help but straighten up and said in surprise: "Is this a Buddhist verse?"
Before she could finish her words, she saw that the county governor's wife had taken off a string of Buddhist beads from her wrist and put them on Hua Zhuo's hand. She didn't even mention the meeting gift she had prepared, and smiled at Hua Zhuo. Said: "I have always respected the Buddha. You recited a Buddha's greeting again. It is fate. The original greeting gift was not worthy of you. I wore this string of Buddhist beads before I left the pavilion. I have always regarded it as a treasure. Today I gave it to you, I hope you will cherish it."
Before she could finish her words, she saw that the county governor's wife had taken off a string of Buddhist beads from her wrist and put them on Hua Zhuo's hand. She didn't even mention the meeting gift she had prepared, and smiled at Hua Zhuo. Said: "I have always respected the Buddha. You recited a Buddha's greeting again. It is fate. The original greeting gift was not worthy of you. I wore this string of Buddhist beads before I left the pavilion. I have always regarded it as a treasure. Today I gave it to you, I hope you will cherish it."
Seeing that her daughter was in trouble, Mrs. Du was not unhappy at all. She just smiled and said nothing, but she looked very confident.
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
Hua Zhuo didn't expect that a Buddha's greeting could have such an effect. He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He quickly stepped back respectfully, kowtowed three times to the county governor's wife, and said, "Zhuo'er must be like Mrs. Just as I love Zhuo'er, I also love this string of Buddhist beads."
"Nonsense, you are the one who can make irresponsible remarks on mother's affairs. Where have you remembered the rules I taught you in daily life?" Being humiliated by her daughter in public, the county guard's wife looked ugly.
As soon as this poem was read out, the county guard's wife couldn't help but straighten up and said in surprise: "Is this a Buddhist verse?"
The county guard's wife burst into laughter again, and before she could speak, Fang scolded her softly: "Zhuo'er, don't talk nonsense. No one is ashamed to praise himself."
"Mom, sister didn't do it on purpose." Zhuang Zheng suddenly stepped forward, pulled Zhuang Jing, and said: "Give the beads back to the Hua family sister, and quickly apologize to mother."
Seeing that her daughter was in trouble, Mrs. Du was not unhappy at all. She just smiled and said nothing, but she looked very confident.
This poem was written in the book Du Wan gave her. It is also noted below that Du Wan excerpted many wonderful Zen verses and wrote them on a whim. Although Hua Zhuo cannot compose poems, she can still understand them. , the poem is not very good, but there is still a little bit of Zen in it. For an eight or nine-year-old girl to write such a Buddhist verse, she already deserves the name of a talented woman. At this moment, she was deliberately trying to please the county governor's wife, so naturally she didn't forget to ask Duwan, so she specially chose this song to read out.
"Did Zhuo'er say something wrong?" Hua Zhuo deliberately pretended to be confused and cute.
After saying that, she was about to get up when Zhuang Jing suddenly rushed over, reached out and snatched the beads from her hand, and said angrily: "This string of beads is not yours..."
"You little girl knows how to please me, come here." The county guard's wife chuckled and waved slightly to Hua Zhuo.
Zhuang Jing's eyes lit up, and then she reluctantly returned the beads to Hua Zhuo and said, "My mother gave it to you, and it's yours. I won't fight with you." She turned around and threw herself in front of the county guard's wife. , said softly: "Mom, Jing'er knows that she was wrong, please don't be angry with Jing'er."
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
After clearing her throat, she read: "The flowers turn green in spring, and the leaves fall in autumn. Everything in the world is prajna. I want to find out my true heart."
The governor's wife's face darkened and she said, "Jing'er, please stop being rude."
The county governor's wife could hear this clearly, but others could not. Her expression remained unchanged and she pretended not to hear. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'll make everyone laugh, my daughter. We are really spoiled. Since the last three generations, our banker has always had a lot of boys. It was not until this generation that we had a girl like Jing'er. The family usually dotes on her, including her two brothers. , I also let her go, I don’t want to be embarrassed and thrown out today.”
The county governor's wife could hear this clearly, but others could not. Her expression remained unchanged and she pretended not to hear. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'll make everyone laugh, my daughter. We are really spoiled. Since the last three generations, our banker has always had a lot of boys. It was not until this generation that we had a girl like Jing'er. The family usually dotes on her, including her two brothers. , I also let her go, I don’t want to be embarrassed and thrown out today.”
As soon as this poem was read out, the county guard's wife couldn't help but straighten up and said in surprise: "Is this a Buddhist verse?"
Zhuang Jingliang burst into tears and said, "Mom, my daughter has begged you for this string of Buddhist beads several times, but you haven't given it to her. How can I give it to her today?"
The governor's wife's face darkened and she said, "Jing'er, please stop being rude."
"Pfft..." The county guard's wife laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't let you write poetry. Just show your skills."
Zhuang Jing saw that her mother's laughter had not stopped since Hua Zhuo spoke, and her attention was all on her. She felt unhappy again, so she walked back to Zhuang Zheng, holding his hand aggrievedly, and He whispered in his ear: "She is really annoying. She pretends to be naive and wants to please her mother."
The county governor's wife could hear this clearly, but others could not. Her expression remained unchanged and she pretended not to hear. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'll make everyone laugh, my daughter. We are really spoiled. Since the last three generations, our banker has always had a lot of boys. It was not until this generation that we had a girl like Jing'er. The family usually dotes on her, including her two brothers. , I also let her go, I don’t want to be embarrassed and thrown out today.”
"Nonsense, you are the one who can make irresponsible remarks on mother's affairs. Where have you remembered the rules I taught you in daily life?" Being humiliated by her daughter in public, the county guard's wife looked ugly.
After clearing her throat, she read: "The flowers turn green in spring, and the leaves fall in autumn. Everything in the world is prajna. I want to find out my true heart."
"Yes, yes, ma'am, you have never seen that child of mine. When she has a bad temper, she makes people angry, hateful and reluctant to beat her and scold her. How can she be compared to Miss Zhuang who corrects her mistakes after she realizes them..."
After hearing this, the county guard's wife showed some admiration, but said nothing. She only wanted to see how her daughter would be dealt with. She didn't speak, so the other ladies didn't dare to speak easily.
"Nonsense, you are the one who can make irresponsible remarks on mother's affairs. Where have you remembered the rules I taught you in daily life?" Being humiliated by her daughter in public, the county guard's wife looked ugly.
Zhuang Zheng squeezed her palm and whispered back: "I hate her too."
"Mom, sister didn't do it on purpose." Zhuang Zheng suddenly stepped forward, pulled Zhuang Jing, and said: "Give the beads back to the Hua family sister, and quickly apologize to mother."
Zhuang Jing's eyes lit up, and then she reluctantly returned the beads to Hua Zhuo and said, "My mother gave it to you, and it's yours. I won't fight with you." She turned around and threw herself in front of the county guard's wife. , said softly: "Mom, Jing'er knows that she was wrong, please don't be angry with Jing'er."
The county governor's wife could hear this clearly, but others could not. Her expression remained unchanged and she pretended not to hear. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'll make everyone laugh, my daughter. We are really spoiled. Since the last three generations, our banker has always had a lot of boys. It was not until this generation that we had a girl like Jing'er. The family usually dotes on her, including her two brothers. , I also let her go, I don’t want to be embarrassed and thrown out today.”
Zhuang Jing's eyes lit up, and then she reluctantly returned the beads to Hua Zhuo and said, "My mother gave it to you, and it's yours. I won't fight with you." She turned around and threw herself in front of the county guard's wife. , said softly: "Mom, Jing'er knows that she was wrong, please don't be angry with Jing'er."
Fang's expression quietly changed, then returned to normal, but her heart was still slightly pricked. There was something in the Sheriff's wife's words. How could outsiders know what kind of temper her master was.
Zhuang Jing was very happy to receive the support from her second brother, and whispered: "After a while, my mother asked me to give her a gift, but I ignored her and saw what she would do."
After hearing this, the county guard's wife showed some admiration, but said nothing. She only wanted to see how her daughter would be dealt with. She didn't speak, so the other ladies didn't dare to speak easily.
Zhuang Jing pouted, with a look of reluctance.
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
Zhuang Jing saw that her mother's laughter had not stopped since Hua Zhuo spoke, and her attention was all on her. She felt unhappy again, so she walked back to Zhuang Zheng, holding his hand aggrievedly, and He whispered in his ear: "She is really annoying. She pretends to be naive and wants to please her mother."
Zhuang Jing's eyes lit up, and then she reluctantly returned the beads to Hua Zhuo and said, "My mother gave it to you, and it's yours. I won't fight with you." She turned around and threw herself in front of the county guard's wife. , said softly: "Mom, Jing'er knows that she was wrong, please don't be angry with Jing'er."
The county guard's wife burst into laughter again, and before she could speak, Fang scolded her softly: "Zhuo'er, don't talk nonsense. No one is ashamed to praise himself."
"I'll look for an opportunity later and help you get it back." Zhuang Zheng knew her temper and was stubborn, so he whispered.
"Pfft..." The county guard's wife laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't let you write poetry. Just show your skills."
In the end, Zhuang Jing was still not convinced and murmured in a low voice: "The Buddha's verse was not written by the daughter of the Hua family. It was clearly written by the sister of the Du family. It is the sister of the Du family who has the wisdom."
"Yes, yes, ma'am, you have never seen that child of mine. When she has a bad temper, she makes people angry, hateful and reluctant to beat her and scold her. How can she be compared to Miss Zhuang who corrects her mistakes after she realizes them..."
In the end, Zhuang Jing was still not convinced and murmured in a low voice: "The Buddha's verse was not written by the daughter of the Hua family. It was clearly written by the sister of the Du family. It is the sister of the Du family who has the wisdom."
Mrs. Fang looked horrified and said, "I made you ladies laugh." She felt a little regretful at this moment. She usually only doted on her daughter and did not teach her anything, but now she was in trouble.
Zhuang Jing was very happy to receive the support from her second brother, and whispered: "After a while, my mother asked me to give her a gift, but I ignored her and saw what she would do."
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
Zhuang Jing's eyes lit up, and then she reluctantly returned the beads to Hua Zhuo and said, "My mother gave it to you, and it's yours. I won't fight with you." She turned around and threw herself in front of the county guard's wife. , said softly: "Mom, Jing'er knows that she was wrong, please don't be angry with Jing'er."
This poem was written in the book Du Wan gave her. It is also noted below that Du Wan excerpted many wonderful Zen verses and wrote them on a whim. Although Hua Zhuo cannot compose poems, she can still understand them. , the poem is not very good, but there is still a little bit of Zen in it. For an eight or nine-year-old girl to write such a Buddhist verse, she already deserves the name of a talented woman. At this moment, she was deliberately trying to please the county governor's wife, so naturally she didn't forget to ask Duwan, so she specially chose this song to read out.
Du Wan thought for a while and then said: "The sound of the piano is all over the orchid, and the branches are full of green jade. Although I see butterflies dancing, it is definitely not Zhuang Zhou."
Hua Zhuo did not have stage fright. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I can't write poetry, I can only recite poetry. I read a poem at Wan'er's place a few days ago. I liked it, so I borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha. "
Mrs. Fang looked horrified and said, "I made you ladies laugh." She felt a little regretful at this moment. She usually only doted on her daughter and did not teach her anything, but now she was in trouble.
After saying that, she was about to get up when Zhuang Jing suddenly rushed over, reached out and snatched the beads from her hand, and said angrily: "This string of beads is not yours..."
As soon as this poem was read out, the county guard's wife couldn't help but straighten up and said in surprise: "Is this a Buddhist verse?"
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
Hua Zhuo immediately leaned over. The county guard's wife took her hand, looked at her carefully, then looked at Fang, and said: "I see that you don't look like your mother. You should be more like your father, but your temperament But he is closer to Mrs. Hua."
As soon as her daughter acted coquettishly, the county guard's wife also softened her heart. She flicked Zhuang Jing's forehead and said, "You... It's not that I didn't give you this string of beads. It's because you don't have the wisdom to give it to you. It's a waste if I give it to you."
This poem was written in the book Du Wan gave her. It is also noted below that Du Wan excerpted many wonderful Zen verses and wrote them on a whim. Although Hua Zhuo cannot compose poems, she can still understand them. , the poem is not very good, but there is still a little bit of Zen in it. For an eight or nine-year-old girl to write such a Buddhist verse, she already deserves the name of a talented woman. At this moment, she was deliberately trying to please the county governor's wife, so naturally she didn't forget to ask Duwan, so she specially chose this song to read out.
Zhuang Jingliang burst into tears and said, "Mom, my daughter has begged you for this string of Buddhist beads several times, but you haven't given it to her. How can I give it to her today?"
The county governor's wife could hear this clearly, but others could not. Her expression remained unchanged and she pretended not to hear. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'll make everyone laugh, my daughter. We are really spoiled. Since the last three generations, our banker has always had a lot of boys. It was not until this generation that we had a girl like Jing'er. The family usually dotes on her, including her two brothers. , I also let her go, I don’t want to be embarrassed and thrown out today.”
Zhuang Jing was a little unhappy. She didn't understand the poem and couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, so she had to secretly look at her brother who was standing beside her mother. Zhuang Zheng had no expression on his face. Everything in front of him felt boring. He was a little distracted when he suddenly saw his sister looking at him asking for help. He thought for a while and nodded.
In the end, Zhuang Jing was still not convinced and murmured in a low voice: "The Buddha's verse was not written by the daughter of the Hua family. It was clearly written by the sister of the Du family. It is the sister of the Du family who has the wisdom."
Hua Zhuo immediately leaned over. The county guard's wife took her hand, looked at her carefully, then looked at Fang, and said: "I see that you don't look like your mother. You should be more like your father, but your temperament But he is closer to Mrs. Hua."
As soon as her daughter acted coquettishly, the county guard's wife also softened her heart. She flicked Zhuang Jing's forehead and said, "You... It's not that I didn't give you this string of beads. It's because you don't have the wisdom to give it to you. It's a waste if I give it to you."
Hua Zhuo said with a smile: "Do you still like it, Mrs. Sheriff?"
Zhuang Zheng squeezed her palm and whispered back: "I hate her too."
"Slap, slap, where did Miss Zhuang go wrong? It's not worth it to have to argue about right or wrong over a trivial matter..."
Mrs. Fang looked horrified and said, "I made you ladies laugh." She felt a little regretful at this moment. She usually only doted on her daughter and did not teach her anything, but now she was in trouble.
The county governor's wife could hear this clearly, but others could not. Her expression remained unchanged and she pretended not to hear. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'll make everyone laugh, my daughter. We are really spoiled. Since the last three generations, our banker has always had a lot of boys. It was not until this generation that we had a girl like Jing'er. The family usually dotes on her, including her two brothers. , I also let her go, I don’t want to be embarrassed and thrown out today.”
Zhuang Jingliang burst into tears and said, "Mom, my daughter has begged you for this string of Buddhist beads several times, but you haven't given it to her. How can I give it to her today?"
"Pfft..." The county guard's wife laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't let you write poetry. Just show your skills."
"What are you talking about, madam? Miss Zhuang is so frank and cute, and her temperament couldn't be better. The fights between children are nothing. Once you make a fuss, you'll be fine again."
As soon as this poem was read out, the county guard's wife couldn't help but straighten up and said in surprise: "Is this a Buddhist verse?"
Naturally, the ladies greeted her one after another. They only said that the talented young girl from the Du family should be asked to write a poem. Otherwise, she would not be worthy of the meeting gift given by the county governor's wife. Although the words were joking, they also contained a bit of jealousy. Hua Hua Forget about the daughter of the Du family, how come the daughter of the Du family can also get a meeting gift from the county governor's wife, while her own children are no worse than hers, but they can only play with the silver ingots given by the Fang family.
Hua Zhuo didn't expect that a Buddha's greeting could have such an effect. He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He quickly stepped back respectfully, kowtowed three times to the county governor's wife, and said, "Zhuo'er must be like Mrs. Just as I love Zhuo'er, I also love this string of Buddhist beads."
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
Zhuang Zheng squeezed her palm and whispered back: "I hate her too."
Hua Zhuo immediately leaned over. The county guard's wife took her hand, looked at her carefully, then looked at Fang, and said: "I see that you don't look like your mother. You should be more like your father, but your temperament But he is closer to Mrs. Hua."
"Yes, yes, ma'am, you have never seen that child of mine. When she has a bad temper, she makes people angry, hateful and reluctant to beat her and scold her. How can she be compared to Miss Zhuang who corrects her mistakes after she realizes them..."
Mrs. Fang was a little worried. If her daughter wanted to write a poem later, she would make a fool of herself.
"Yes, yes, ma'am, you have never seen that child of mine. When she has a bad temper, she makes people angry, hateful and reluctant to beat her and scold her. How can she be compared to Miss Zhuang who corrects her mistakes after she realizes them..."
After clearing her throat, she read: "The flowers turn green in spring, and the leaves fall in autumn. Everything in the world is prajna. I want to find out my true heart."
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
"Slap, slap, where did Miss Zhuang go wrong? It's not worth it to have to argue about right or wrong over a trivial matter..."
Seeing that her daughter was in trouble, Mrs. Du was not unhappy at all. She just smiled and said nothing, but she looked very confident.
"What are you talking about, madam? Miss Zhuang is so frank and cute, and her temperament couldn't be better. The fights between children are nothing. Once you make a fuss, you'll be fine again."
Fang's expression quietly changed, then returned to normal, but her heart was still slightly pricked. There was something in the Sheriff's wife's words. How could outsiders know what kind of temper her master was.
Zhuang Jingliang burst into tears and said, "Mom, my daughter has begged you for this string of Buddhist beads several times, but you haven't given it to her. How can I give it to her today?"
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
The governor's wife's face darkened and she said, "Jing'er, please stop being rude."
Zhuang Jingliang burst into tears and said, "Mom, my daughter has begged you for this string of Buddhist beads several times, but you haven't given it to her. How can I give it to her today?"
The ladies present greeted him one after another, said a few words of laughter, and then wiped away what had just happened. There was a lot of joy and laughter in Tinglanxie, but there was no unpleasantness at all.
Zhuang Jing was very happy to receive the support from her second brother, and whispered: "After a while, my mother asked me to give her a gift, but I ignored her and saw what she would do."
"Yes, yes, ma'am, you have never seen that child of mine. When she has a bad temper, she makes people angry, hateful and reluctant to beat her and scold her. How can she be compared to Miss Zhuang who corrects her mistakes after she realizes them..."
This poem cannot be said to be very good, but it is embedded in the scene at this time. The sound of silk and bamboo in the pavilion can be heard all the time. The branches on all sides are green, as fresh and tender as jade. On the lotus platform, the dancers are as graceful as butterflies. Du Wan When I was reading by the window in the warm pavilion in the east, I saw that this butterfly was not that butterfly, and I thought in my heart that these butterflies were definitely not the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream. The butterfly in the poem coincides with the butterfly pendant in Zhuang Jing's hand. For a girl who is only two months shy of turning nine years old, it is very rare to be able to compose such a poem at this moment. .
"Slap, slap, where did Miss Zhuang go wrong? It's not worth it to have to argue about right or wrong over a trivial matter..."
Zhuang Jingliang burst into tears and said, "Mom, my daughter has begged you for this string of Buddhist beads several times, but you haven't given it to her. How can I give it to her today?"
After clearing her throat, she read: "The flowers turn green in spring, and the leaves fall in autumn. Everything in the world is prajna. I want to find out my true heart."