"My lord, this is the best choice for today's morning literary meeting..."
Inner Court Envoy Mu Haogu’s respectful pallet said:
The so-called comment is nothing more than evaluating a master-slave ranking from the shortlisted works selected by Cao Hongyao. As the saying goes, Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second. This principle is no exception for women. And being able to get an evaluation through the origins of the back house of the palace is also something that people are eager for.
Although the prizes are hand-made small objects such as hairpins, bracelets, sachets, smoked balls, silk bags, these prizes with special inscriptions themselves represent a kind of affirmation and encouragement. Not only can it promote more women to come out to do things, or work hard to learn and self-learn to improve themselves, but it is also very beneficial to their daily situation and future career.
Even if someone is really inconvenient to show up due to traditional habits, a mother who studies hard to improve herself or masters a certain skill in the family is also a potential long-term benefit for the subtle cultivation and nurturing of the next generation. This is also the reason why Houzhai needs to organize similar activities regularly to lead the fashion and lead the corresponding learning trend.
Therefore, in addition to the traditional poetry and literary meetings during the festive season, and the four-season scenic spots and historical sites, there will also be some more professional female celebrities, cooking, tea tasting, painting and calligraphy, instrumental music and other interested learning and Practice meeting. Of course, the so-called is: everything is inferior, only high school. The most popular and sought after is naturally the recital of various poems and songs.
Although, quite a few of them still have impure motives, or they are encouraged by the elders of the father and brothers behind them, and want to get such a chance to show their faces. If you can get the rankings and have the opportunity to meet in person, that would be even better. (Zhou Huai'an has mixed feelings and feels helpless: I want to help you, but you want to sleep clothes and I will seek a wealthy future for the family.)
"This song "Xuexiang" looks good..."
Later, after Zhou Huaian checked and compared several letters one after another, he suddenly took out a poem written on Xue Tao's paper and read aloud:
"Meihua refuses to be in the spring, but is facing the sun in the deep winter.
Long Flute plays Hu Diyue far away, and Yan Chai tries on Han Palace makeup for the first time.
Although the wind is violent and addictive, the snow desires to invade and help the fragrance even more.
Ying Xiao temporarily peaches and plums, stealing the sky and harmony for the year. "
"This ah, this is Han (偓) Zuoji's second sister, where is the 13th-year-old young woman?"
Mu Haogu glanced at it and replied neatly:
"I have this kind of talent at the age of thirteen... Does the old Han family still have this kind of background?"
Zhou Huaian couldn't help but his expression became a little subtle. This is an age that just happened to be stuck on the "three-year start, highest indefinite period" line, but it has a bit of the contemporary Huajian school's literary talent and style represented by Han Wei in the future.
"This young lady's appearance and demeanor are indeed some kind of family style..."
Mu Haogu is also an immutable Taoist:
"Then I will be the leader of this time, and I will award a pair of arm rings, a set of poetry collections selected by women from the past. See you again as usual..."
When Zhou Huaian heard this, he was somewhat curious.
"I have seen Lady Qingluo"
At this time, there was the sound of ringing and jingle bells, as well as the sound of low salutes and chanting. Then I saw Li Qingluo, who was the first to follow her as a maid, wearing a homely styled pomegranate pleated skirt and curling in with a tray in her hand, and said softly and gracefully:
"Lang Jun, Nu Nu recently used Huainan recipes and new food materials to try out this five-color bait (rice cake). Please taste one or two?"
"Okay! A Luo came just right, so stay and meet the guests with me!"
Zhou Huai'an also said cheerfully: Then, he ordered a piece of cake that looked like a colorful roll from the tray, put it in his mouth and tasted it for a while, then smiled and waved at Qingluo who wanted to talk. Road:
"Let me guess what colors are in it."
"Well, there are apricot butter soup, peach kernel crisps, candied dates, roasted chestnuts..."
At this time, Mu Haogu’s soft voice came from the outside again:
"My lord. The daughter of the Han family has already come..."
"Jiyue has seen the great king... I wish I could live forever..."
After a while, as a petite and exquisite girl of her age walked into the hall, Cha Shou Tuan gave a wan blessing gift; and even the Qing Luo who was feeding beside her could not help being lighthearted. There was a soft hum.
I saw her in a red and black leno skirt, which set off the beautiful bright eyes, white teeth and beautiful snow muscle; the extraordinarily large and agile eyes, with exquisite Qiong nose cherry lips and slender lower jaw, are exceptionally beautiful. It highlights the well-behaved and supple temperament and posture, and is more like a beautiful girl who has come out of the second dimension.
And on the face of her head which is not more decorated, she only uses thin silver rings and red silk knots to split into two hip-length black satin long hair, which instantly captures Zhou Huaian’s faintness with double ponytails. Cute. And she, with a slight awe and expectation, between her long eyelashes fluttering in the eye waves, she has the faint comfort as if she has a slender hand soothing her heart.
Although I have seen a lot of different types of spring flowers and autumn moons at home, I still can’t help but feel a little ignorant and amazing; this is really the embryo of a beauty I see pity, and I don’t know what kind of special color it will turn into in the future. It. Okay, Zhou Huaian can also be sure that there is a little background with impure motives behind him, right
However, no matter how impure motives are, Zhou Huaian will not deliberately reject the aesthetic and pleasing sensory enjoyment of beautiful things. I saw him smile slightly and said meaningfully:
"Guangfeng Jiyue? It is sunny behind the snow, everything is clear, and the heart is beautiful like a bright moon; it is really like the name..."
However, Guangfeng Jiyue’s saying is best known from Song Huang Tingjian’s "Yuzhang Ji·Lianxi Poetry Preface": "Uncle Zhou Mao in the Mausoleum is of high moral character, and his heart is splendid, like Guangfeng Jiyue." Some people have used it in this era, and it still comes from the family of the Han family in Changli.
"Thank you for your comment... The little girl is not terrified..."
Han Jiyue couldn't help but thanked her cheerfully: it's just that her shy and tender appearance with low eyebrows, fists and fists holding her heart, but it seems to be very bullying and teasing, coupled with a petite and pleasant appearance, it also makes people feel a kind of oil. However, the hidden desire for protection of life.
"You deserve it... But you don't know what you learned at home?"
Zhou Huaian asked with some curiosity:
"Except for the "Nu Ze" and "Nu Xun" of the old dynasty, the King Qizheng is all miscellaneous books that do not enter the table...
Han Jiyue only summoned the courage to figure out:
"In the early years, I followed a few elder brothers in the clan, and he was contaminated with some poetry and art..."
"Just being contaminated has this kind of talent, and it is also a rare handsome in the world... Let's sit down and talk."
Zhou Huaian smiled in relief and said:
After she sat down on the corner of an embroidered pier with respect and restraint, Zhou Huaian continued:
"I have always distinguished rewards and punishments; if you have this kind of talent, you can naturally consider doing things. Age is not a problem... Are you interested in teaching others?"
"The little girl and the little girl actually didn't think about it... It's just that my brother asked me to show my face, and I want to go back to school..."
Han Jiyue said with a shy hand:
"You are also a sincere child!"
When Zhou Huaian heard these words, she felt better for her senses.
"Then do you have any plans and aspirations for the direction of studying? Maybe I can fulfill one or two..."
"Small... Little girl's heart... Wish, but there is one..."
When she heard this, she suddenly became a little shy and shy, and said intermittently:
"I often hear about Wang Shang's poems in the village. There are magnificent wishes of Jingwei Tiandi, Anbang and Ding the country; I often sigh... Now I am fortunate to be honored, and I hope that the king can appreciate the calligraphy one or two..."
"This...."
Zhou Huaian was surprised. Are you planning to ask for an autograph at this time? But it is secretly a little funny and happy to be content. After plagiarizing famous works, there are more plagiarisms, and they can also plagiarize potential wild fans. And Qing Luo, who had never spoken as the background, also smiled and passed a meaningful wink of admiration.
She has a faint feeling that the back house, which has been so immobile for the past few years, is likely to add new members again. The next moment, I saw Han Jiyue lowered her head and took out a booklet from her waistband, and handed it forward with her head down. Zhou Huaian took it and looked at it. The beautiful handwriting is all her own all these years. Poems made.
"Aluo, get my pen and ink ready for me..."
Zhou Huaian immediately ordered: After all, now with the help of the built-in auxiliary system, he has gone from the painstaking calligraphy that trembles not long after holding the brush to the expert level of writing casually in typefaces. Up. Although Fang Fangzheng's meticulous craftsmanship is unavoidable, it can also be taken as a personal characteristic.
When Qingluo took her orders and left. Zhou Huaian couldn't help but scan the whole body of this person from head to toe secretly; don't look at this petite and exquisite appearance, there is still something under the big skirt. Although I can't talk about Tong Yan Juru, but compared with her age, and considering the trend of the future, there are still considerable expectations.
"This time you put it in the heyday of Datang in the past. I'm afraid that there is no title for girls' school books or girls' middle school books..."
As soon as the word "Datang" came out, Han Jiyue's temperament changed suddenly, and the eyes that raised her head suddenly turned into a kind of mysterious dark red. It's like changing from a harmless, well-behaved little rabbit to a sharp blade full of sharpness and deterrence. I saw a slender hand on his waist, and a few more spikes appeared between the fingers.
"what..."
She saw the concubine who came in with the pen and ink, and she suddenly exclaimed with a somewhat strange and surprised complex expression; but there was not much fear and panic in the color, on the contrary there was even a trace of it. mercy. However, Han Jiyue had no time to think about it. She threw the stainless steel spikes at her without hesitation, but she bit the scattered hair backhand and copied the belt, suddenly turning into a pair of short thin blades. And then on.
The next moment, she was like a volley hitting a wall, and she was beaten fiercely by a whistling giant force in an instant, then fell off again and hit a screen fan, curtain and other household items. .
Han Jiyue, who couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, noticed that in the seemingly empty air behind the man, something transparent was slowly creeping. And the stainless steel thorns she threw out were actually set a few feet in front of the man out of thin air, and then they fell to the ground one after another.
"Monster... Enchantress..."
Han Jiyue couldn't help but feel like an ice cellar with horror to her bones. The next moment, he did not hesitate to hold the only remaining thin blade, and turned to the side like a phantom. In a blink of an eye, he walked around Zhou Huaian's side and waved his hand and stabbed again; this time he couldn't take it anymore. . Because she suddenly lost the strength to support her body, and her hands and feet were imprisoned and hung out of nowhere.
"Unexpectedly, the front and back are completely different. Is this the method of the assassin family's soul transfer (essence cultivation)? But I don't know which line you belong to?"
The man looked at her with a look that almost wanted to dissect the person, and wrote slightly in surprise:
When Han Jiyue heard this, her description remained unchanged, but her pupils suddenly contracted uncontrollably, and her heart sank like a landslide and tsunami; she tried to imitate and practice for several years, and she was in the Han family again. After living in the group for a period of time, I only sought such an opportunity, isn't it
"No matter who sent you here, I have to thank him!"
Having said that, the man with the indescribable thing wriggling behind him showed a wicked smile and said:
"Sent me a good experimental material that is not so easy to use and break... It's still a loli who turns red eyes when excited, it's amazing"
Then, a cold and slippery feeling like a snake hovering upwards, began to explore slowly in her clothes, and then continued to penetrate into the most private parts of her; careful and often repeated exploration Get up and peel off the clothes one by one.
In the next moment, Han Jiyue passed out completely in the midst of anger and shame. This is just a matter of electric light and flint. After being summoned by Zhou Huai'an, the guards in the neighborhood hurriedly stepped into the hall to clean up the mess.
—I am the dividing line —
In Xingyuan Mansion and Nanzheng City, there was already an asura field where the dead corpses were born and the blood was flowing. Especially in the squares and halls used as celebration banquets, hundreds of generals headed by the Shang clan and the Xiangdang almost drank the added wine, but in the dizzy or drunk, there was almost no resistance to it. They were killed one by one.
Therefore, even if some soldiers in the barracks are awakened and want to fight back under the leadership of the left-behind generals, but when the dragons are headless and fighting separately, they can no longer change and restore the overall situation that the dust has settled. Up. (End of this chapter)