The young woman who was ranked No. 2 in the deputy review of the Rouge Review by virtue of her talents, the young Master Wang, was second only to Xu Weixiong in the review of the deputy review, but after she wrote "Snow in the East Chamber", there was no news of her. Shen Hai is like Shen Hai, and he no longer has the momentum that made all the novels of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies in the world avoid one end. You need to know that even the empresses in the palace of Tai'an City have worshiped the first snow, and the same is true for Princess Jing'an who died in love in Xiangfan City, not to mention How many ladies are obsessed with it. Liyang Rufu will fall to the ground with a huge stone in his heart. This woman probably finally stopped using words to harm the world. Only the Wang family on the grandma mountain of Chunshen Lake knew that their young lady hadn't been thinking about grandma mountain at all in the past two years. It's a set number. In the past, whenever a lady felt unhappy, as long as the polo, cuju, and swing disappeared for a while, the swing could be as high as a two-story building, and even a bold man would be speechless when he saw it, but now it's different, reserved. Saving, sitting on the swing is always in a daze, and occasionally I am surprised that the swing is not moving, so I gently tiptoe. Several personal servant girls who share her rank and rank but love her sisters in private know the reason, and they all resent the handsome man who seduced the lady's soul away back then. They also persuaded the lady to write more poems, just writing indiscriminately. The last few words that have been derogated as "Xiaodao" and "Shiyu" are fine. I don't know how many people in the world are looking forward to it, but the lady just ignores it, especially in the winter, talking about hibernation without realizing it. When I grow old, except for going to Linhu to look far away, and then returning to the study, I only read a few pages of the book, and said a few times that I was sleepy, and the maid just grinded and handed a brush, and then found all kinds of excuses to be lazy. Or is it Wang Dongxiang who dared to boast that "before I pick up the pen, I will go to see the sages and gods, and after I pick up the pen, ghosts and gods will come to worship me in the wind, moon and day"? Fortunately, the master who has already earned a lot of money and wealth never cares about these things. Even if there are well-matched nobles who climb the mountain to propose marriage, they all decline one by one.
In the twilight of Laoshan, some people went down the mountain and others went up the mountain. The one who went down the mountain and boarded the boat was Wang Linquan, the richest man in Qingzhou who had recently withdrawn from the salt and iron trade behind the scenes of Lianghuai. His eyes filled with tears and he was extremely excited. The one who left the boat and went up the mountain was a young man with gray hair. He came to Wang Chudong's boudoir unknowingly. When a maid saw the man with clear eyes, her annoyance disappeared somehow, but it seems that he was not like this back then. Like, at that time, he was dressed in a white robe and jade belt, romantic and suave, and those red phoenix eyes gave people the impression of water, and the women in the boudoir would tremble a few times when they saw it. Now when I see him again, this maid It seems that he has changed a lot. As for what has changed, I don’t know. It’s just that the charm is less and more intimate, and the man puts his finger on her mouth to signal her not to make a sound. The steward who led the way had already told the young lady that she was still "hibernating" from exhaustion, and the steward turned back respectfully when he arrived at the gate of the courtyard. He didn't say much, but the servant girl clearly saw the awe and fear in the eyes of the steward when he secretly looked at the young man earlier, Like a mouse seeing a cat, it is like a mouse seeing a tiger. When we arrived at the warm and comfortable hall where the ground dragon was laid, there were only three servant girls in the building, and the other two also came lightly and followed the sound. They were a little surprised to see him. I ordered a pot of Chunshen Lake tea that is not rustic, and I made the tea and poured it myself, without bothering the maids. Even the first tea that often became tasteless was fragrant and clean, and I didn’t forget to pour a cup for each of them. Several young women who were all bookish were flattered, but his tea cooking technique was clumsy and immature, but even if it fell into the eyes of the three people, they didn't dare to point it out. After drinking tea, the young guest took a look at the sky, and an active maid said that he was going to wake up the lady. He asked if he could go to the room and wait. The three of them looked at each other, then smiled knowingly, and nodded in unison.
Xu Fengnian, who was resting on the Laoshan Mountain, pushed the door lightly and entered. The maid helped to cover the door, and then tiptoed back. Xu Fengnian was sitting near the window, with the afterglow shining through the window screen, unlike the grandeur of Laoshan, this woman's boudoir is very elegant and simple, on the table there are not many sundries except for the four treasures of the study. The completed "Linglong" consists of big bamboo balls and small bamboo balls, there are about eight or nine balls of different sizes. Xu Fengnian pressed his fingers on Linglong and moved it a few inches on the table without making much noise. There is a stack of small colored papers on the table, with different colors, apricot red, goose, yellow, bronze and green. On the top colored paper, there are three words written crookedly, Huai Huang Ji. Xu Fengnian didn't know that Wang Dongxiang had won the first prize in the literary world until he left Laoshan last time, but the words he wrote seemed to be very unpopular. When I saw it today, I realized that it was really an earthworm crawling through it, which is unsightly. The exquisitely pressed note is still ugly, and there are many fragmented poems, which should not be underestimated. There are not only military frontier poems with majestic atmosphere, but also words like hermits chanting bitterly, but there are very few resentful words in the boudoir. The rouge review only ranks women based on their beauty, fat, swallows and thin. Men have their own preferences. There are many objections to the top ten people on the list. Many people say that the famous prostitute Li Baishi is ranked low, and they also say that the surname Nangong I have never seen it before, how can I be qualified to be before Chen Yu. Rouge's vice-criticism is much more fair, Beiliang Princess Xu Weixiong, Chunshenhu King Chudong, and the princess's female bachelor Yan Dongwu are all of their names, so there is not much disagreement.
Xu Fengnian flipped through a colored note, and after flipping through it, the order was reversed, and flipped through it again, and the collection of Huaihuang returned to the front page. Folding more than sixty colored papers, Xu Fengnian leaned on the back of the chair and looked out the window. On the Spring God Lake, Xuanyuan Qingfeng savagely killed six martial artists who had ascended the ring in one day. He almost became the common enemy of the Jianghu. One day later, no one came to the ring. On the third day, three world-renowned martial arts masters appeared on the stage one after another, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng slapped his head to death. Such a martial arts leader is outrageous. The favorite leader of the martial arts, but Huishan Guniu Dagang is known to the world in one fell swoop. It is strange to say that the more ruthless Xuanyuan Qingfeng is, the world is not one-sided. , the old Jianghu is heartbroken, the new Jianghu is eager to try, private undercurrents are surging, they say that only such a cold-blooded woman, such a lord, the wicked can only be grinded by the wicked, only this can hope to eradicate the Zhulu Mountain, Xu Fengnian does not know what the future of the Jianghu will be like What would the older generation of romantic leaders think if they were still alive. Xu Fengnian's thoughts drifted away, and she thought of the fox fur that Shangyin Academy brought from Beiliang to the south. If she was determined, she would never keep the fox fur, but since she didn't want to be a bird in a cage, Xu Fengnian had no choice but to pretend to be magnanimous and push the boat along the way. If there is a chance to meet again in the future, I don't know if she is already an old woman. Xu Fengnian also thought of the first time he walked the rivers and lakes, he was at the bottom and looked up at the rivers and lakes. There was an unforgettable figure by the Luoshui River, but now he has long been indifferent. The second time was condescending and looking down at the rivers and lakes. Xu Fengnian turned his head and glanced at the bed. He accompanied her to ride turtles on the lake that year. Xu Fengnian had never thought about what would happen today. He really went to Beimang and survived. In the future, he will follow the steps of the hereditary succession, take charge of Beiliang, take over Xu Xiao's family property, continue to draw the land as a prison, and guard the northwest gate.
The afterglow is clear and the twilight is getting stronger.
There was a slap on the bed, and the young and charming woman slapped her face hard, her eyes were sleepy, and she sat up with shame and anger on her face. It turned out that the boudoir was covered with countless charcoal-consuming earth dragons. Although the room was as warm as spring in winter, it was also full of mosquitoes. With the capital of hibernating and overwintering, it is extremely disturbing, the woman is sleepy, and every time she has to fight with winter mosquitoes, the maid can't wake her up, it is these winter mosquitoes who have made great contributions. Wrapped in the embroidered quilt, the woman sat up, baring her teeth and claws, chasing and killing a winter mosquito that bit her endlessly, but returned in vain. Unable to bear the coldness outside the quilt, she murmured that there is still a way to escape this world. The female hero consonantly pointed at the mosquito, so I will spare your life for the time being. Then he continued to fall into bed and sleep with his head covered, probably feeling that it was really bad to be so decadent. He hid under the quilt and read aloud for a long time. Finally, he poked his head out and looked at the desk with the brightest light. , the girl who is not too small is a little dazed, Qiu Shui's long eyes are filled with some indescribable grievances, she stretches out her two fingers, and pinches her cheek hard, and it hurts for a while, and then the drowsiness and drowsiness disappears , absent-mindedly got up and dressed, during which time she retracted into the warm bed several times, and when she was too lazy to put on her boots, she landed on the ground after putting on her socks. Afterwards, he finally had the temperament of a great writer Wang Dongxiang, virtuous and graceful, his eyes are particularly aura, sitting cross-legged on a chair, holding his breath, sharpening his pen, and just writing a stroke, he was defeated by his own handwriting, feeling like It's really ugly, suddenly full of pride, sighed, and rested on one hand in boredom, ready to flip through those colored papers, when suddenly his eyes widened, there was an extra line of small characters on that page of Huai Huang Ji, except for the current year Yueri, plus the four characters of traveling here, are naturally better than Wang Chudong's.
Wang Chudong knocked open the door, and ran to the ferry at the foot of the mountain without caring about the winter fur coats necessary for going out, and the shouts of several maidservants close to him.
A pair of socks was filthy.
Wang Linquan, who loved the only daughter the most, ran down the mountain in a panic, with a distressed expression on his face.
Wang Chudong looked at the old man, and cried regretfully: "I will never sleep in late again!"
Wang Linquan grinned unreasonably, but instead of comforting her, he added insult to injury, "If you don't know how to manage a house in the future, let's see who dares to marry you home."
Wang Chudong twitched his delicate nose, wanting to cry but no tears.
She was suddenly supported under the armpit by a person behind her and turned around, her feet stepped on the back of that person's shoes, and the person smiled and said, "I dare."