The peonies in Baoguo Temple are extremely beautiful, and are even more beautiful than those in Beiliang Prince's Palace. Naturally, young gentlemen and young ladies are indispensable to visit them.
It happened to be fasting time at this time, and there were not many people watching the peonies, only in twos and threes.
A woman in a luxurious red dress pinched off a peony and inserted it into the hair of the maid next to her. She scratched the little girl's pretty face with her finger and said, "My Erqiao is getting more and more intolerable. I don’t know who will benefit from it in the future. If my brother sees Er Qiao like this, the custodian will be reluctant to move his legs."
The little maid, who had just grown up and had the moist aura of Jiangnan women, said shyly: "Miss, please stop teasing me, because the prince doesn't like your beauty."
The woman in red hugged Er Qiao's slender waist, feeling the turbulence in front of her, and said with a smile: "How can I look down on him? He has liked sleeping with me since he was a child. As a sister, I don't know that about him. What’s the point? Even if a man usually carries her in his arms, when it comes to bed, who doesn’t like this plump body? "
The face of the young girl suddenly turned red to the root of her neck, and her delicate skin seemed to be dripping with water. The young lady's body was much plumper than hers. She often saw the heavy scenery when she changed the young lady's clothes.
But is the man really what the lady said?
This is really embarrassing. Is it unruly for a woman to think like this?
How could the young lady know so much?
The woman in red, who was privately scolded by countless Jiangnan women as a coquettish fox, laughed again and said: "Of those celebrities and handsome faces who claim to be romantic, who wouldn't be as excited as if they had been beaten to death when they meet this charming woman? She has been married to Jiangnan for these years. , I have seen these people thoroughly."
"Every one of them swore that they had a 'sister' in their heart, but they just met the 'sister' and then forgot about the 'sister' in the blink of an eye. If you really believe these oaths, you will probably cry your heart out in the future. This woman, you have to Knowing some flirting techniques can benefit you throughout your life. Carrying it under the bed is a good thing, but when it comes to bed, you won't please your husband."
"Silly girl, in the future, when you have free time, you should also read those love stories written by Wang Chudong. Among those romantic people, who doesn't scold "Su Nv Jing" for being unsightly, and who doesn't rebuke talented men and beautiful women? How many people have read it? I’m afraid they hope it will be even more unpleasant to read!”
Er Qiao felt confused. How could she dare to read those banned books?
If someone discovers it, why should moral gentlemen break his spine?
So much so that she only heard a small part of what the young lady said next, but she kept the last words of "knowing some flirting tricks" in her mind like a ghost.
The woman in red who had killed two husbands in a row was about to say something more when a voice came from behind her: "My fair lady, a gentleman is so brave, Xu Yanhu, my infatuation can be seen from heaven and earth, and the bright moon is the witness!"
Liu Liting secretly rejoiced that this pretty widow had indeed come to Baoguo Temple to enjoy peonies again. Ever since he first saw Rentu's eldest daughter a few years ago, his heart had been moved. So what if you are a husband, so what if you don’t keep your wife’s morals? She is naturally charming, and her face can make water ooze with just a pinch, which is deeply loved by him.
Over the years, he has been very courteous when he had the opportunity, and he has never been discouraged. How can he, a veteran of flowers, not know that the more beautiful the flowers, the more thorny they are? What's more, looking at the figure of this widow, she was still a young child, which aroused his thoughts for a moment.
"What are you doing here again!" Er Qiao, who felt most sorry for his master, turned around, protected Xu Zhihu behind him, and stared coldly at this man who was quite famous in Jiangnan.
Xu Zhihu patted Er Qiao on the shoulder, telling her not to worry, and asked with a smile: "What kind of elegant words did Mr. Chengzhai bring today?"
Liu Liting was overjoyed. He felt that his sincerity would penetrate the stone, and the widow would eventually be convinced by him. He immediately took out the poem "Red Lips" and asked someone to write it with a pen, and read:
With a little understanding, the news will be communicated from now on. No need to remember each other. Treasure the Pisces Ruler.
The moon is full on the west tower, and people are in the northern part of the world. What a love. For whom the heart is broken. Still wandering around the south of the Yangtze River.
Xu Zhihu smiled charmingly and said: "Mr. Chengzhai is very talented and deeply affectionate. It's just that I am married to him and you are married to a wife. There are more than a thousand obstacles in between? Unless..."
Liu Liting said impatiently: "Unless what?"
Xu Zhihu said with a faint smile, "Unless you divorce your wife."
"Seriously?" Liu Liting took two steps forward and tried to pull the widow's fair little hand.
Whether to divorce your wife or not is a matter of discussion. After all, the pros and cons need to be weighed and cannot be decided at once.
I became the son-in-law of that man. Although he was rich and powerful, the good name he had saved for decades was gone.
But it's serious to eat the meat that reaches your mouth first. After eating, it's not up to him whether to admit it or not?
Xu Zhihu just smiled and said nothing.
Just as he was thinking about where to go to have fun with the widow, Liu Liting suddenly caught a glimpse of a very familiar figure from the corner of his eye. Who could it be if he wasn't the person next to him?
Liu Liting immediately stopped moving forward, his face changed as quickly as flipping a book, he pointed at the woman in red with a bad reputation and cursed: "You are an unruly slut, you have entangled with me many times, don't you know?" I, Liu Liting, am already married? How can I make your wish come true! Such a shameless and immoral person will end up in a pig cage sooner or later!"
The little girl Er Qiao was immediately stunned.
"Okay, it turns out it's you, an unruly slut!" The woman heard her husband's voice and hurried over from the side. Her face was twisted and she stared at Hong, who seemed to be more than ten years younger than herself. Clothed woman.
Er Qiao pointed at Liu Liting and said angrily: "You're talking nonsense. It's obviously you who is pestering the lady, why is it the lady... you, you..."
"Forget it Er Qiao, let's go back." Xu Zhihu laughed it off.
"Miss, how can we leave? They, they..." Er Qiao felt aggrieved.
Yesterday, I was full of resentment outside the gate of Baoguo Temple, and I didn't even have a good night's sleep. Now when I saw this foxy woman acting in such a disgusting manner, the woman was already furious and bullied Xu Zhihu. In front of him, he raised his palm and slapped her right cheek, yelling: "Shameless thing, seducing other men, and still thinking of leaving!"
The woman's sudden movement was unexpected. Er Qiao wanted to stop it, but it was too late. Seeing that the slap was about to fall on the young lady's face, she screamed in surprise and closed her eyes in fear.
"With this slap, your man will not live long." A soft sound sounded in the woman's ear, and then she felt a pain in her wrist, as if she had been hit with a stick.
It felt like something had fallen. The woman looked down and saw a copper coin lying at her feet.
Er Qiao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the young lady was saved from the woman's vicious hands. He hurriedly pulled Xu Zhihu and took a few steps back. Then he turned his head and looked aside. Unexpectedly, there was a man in purple clothes standing a few feet away. Young gentleman.
The young man was leaning over to look at the peonies, facing a few people, holding a folding fan in his hand, and it was vaguely visible that the painting on it was a picture of the end of spring.
"Yes, it's you!"
The woman shouted loudly, as if she thought of something again, her body began to tremble involuntarily, and she pulled her husband, who looked puzzled, back away.
Although the little blue bird lady holding the gun was powerful, it was not enough to make her so fearful. Only the word "get out" still lingered in her mind. When she fell asleep last night, she clearly saw dead bodies floating in the endless blood. Some heads were split into two halves, and some bodies were broken into two sections. They all looked miserable.
The woman hesitated again and again, whispered a few words in Liu Liting's ear, and pulled her husband away.
Er Qiao glared at the woman's back fiercely and said, "I'm taking advantage of you!"
The little girl then stepped forward and saluted: "Thank you, Master, for helping me."
Although there are many types of peonies, "Yao Huang" and "Wei Zi" are the most famous. The one in front of Jingzhou is the "Yao Huang" with only a few flowers a year old, thousand-leaf yellow flowers, and flowers as big as a bowl.
After admiring the unusual "Yao Huang" for a while, Jing Zhou smiled and said: "You're welcome, I'm just selling a favor to that little Taoist priest on Wudang Mountain. If I don't see you next time, I'll let this Taoist riding a bull make ten furnaces for me." Eight furnaces of pills.”
"Not to mention anything else, this little Taoist's ability to make alchemy is second to none in the world, but he is a little timid. He is afraid of women, swords, and even mice, but his ambition is as high as the sky. He always shouts that he will not become the world's best. First, I vow not to go down the mountain."
Er Qiao was confused when he heard this.
Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain?
What does it have to do with their master and servant?
Isn't it a joke that I won't go down the mountain until I become the best in the world?
Why is it so difficult to be the best in the world? This little Taoist priest may never be able to climb Mount Wudang in his lifetime.
As soon as the little girl raised her head, she saw the "extremely shameful" fan.
Er Qiao said "Ah", her heart was beating wildly, her face turned red, and her whole body felt feverish.
She has never seen such a picture of fragrance, even the banned books that the young lady read, it is far different from this one.
How can you draw this kind of picture?
Those clothes, clothes...
Xu Zhihu was slightly startled when he heard about the Taoist priest riding a bull in Wudang Mountain.
Although she married far away from the south of the Yangtze River, how could she ever forget the little Taoist priest on Wudang Mountain?
If you can't become the best in the world, won't you go down?
So what if you become number one in the world?
She was already gray-haired by then, so what if the little Taoist priest went down to the south of the Yangtze River to meet her?
Besides, she was already terminally ill, and with how many days to live, could she still see the bull rider going down Wudang Mountain?
Xu Zhihu smiled as if he was remembering something again. It started at the moment of meeting and ended with the exquisite snow falling.
"Hey, little Taoist priest, how old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"Little Taoist priest, this mountain is so boring, why don't you marry me? This is so interesting, giggle..."
"No, the master said I can't go down the mountain unless I become the best in the world."
"You are stupid. Your master didn't say that the best in the world is the best in martial arts, eating the most, reading the most, aren't they all first? Forget it, you are just stupid. Little Taoist priest, I want to ride a crane~"
"What are you doing riding a crane?"
"Ride a crane to the south of the Yangtze River. Not only do I want to go to the south of the Yangtze River, I also want to see the bamboo sea in Western Chu, the mountains in the far west that reach to the sky, and the lights of the capital city..."
He must be in his mid-twenties this year. Ten years have passed by in a blink of an eye. He is still young, but the truth he speaks is always significant.
"Bull rider, I may not be able to see you become the best in the world." Xu Zhihu murmured in a low voice. When he looked up again, there was no trace of the young man in purple.
"Er Qiao, let's go too." Xu Zhihu called softly.
"Ah? Miss, I, I, I mean, where is the young master?" Er Qiao woke up from a dream, rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, and indeed the purple young master was gone.
Xu Zhihu joked: "Giggle, is it possible that Er Qiao is also in love with spring? I think the young man in purple is also a very good man. In terms of appearance, he is not inferior to my younger brother. In terms of martial arts, we all saw it just now. Appearing and leaving without a trace like this is not necessarily any worse than the Xitang Sword Immortal of the Lu family. If Er Qiao likes her, I will make the decision to help you marry that handsome young man back."
"Miss, I, I didn't..." Er Qiao's voice sounded like a mosquito. She blushed more times that day than in the past few years.
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Outside Baoguo Temple
A scholar in shabby clothes was writing in front of a slate.
Clouds and mist loomed on the stone slab, and within a moment there was another figure hovering in the mist. It had the head of a camel, antlers of a snake, body of a snake, four claws on its abdomen, and a beard beside its mouth.
This scholar is so bold as to draw a dragon!
As the ink spreads, the dragon's shadow becomes clearer and clearer. The dragon is majestic, as if it is about to leap out of the stone slab.
At the end of the painting, the scholar, who seemed to have the help of a god, stopped writing and smiled at the little beggar beside him: "Old rules, I draw the dragon, you do the eye-catching."
The little beggar who was picking up coins in front of the Baoguo Temple narrowed his eyes into a crescent shape. He took the pen and tapped the dragon's head twice, saying: "Brother Chen's painting is beautiful, but after I click on it, the dragon always feels like It can’t fly out of the stone slab.”
The scholar touched the little beggar's head and said softly: "When the time comes, the dragon will naturally fly out from the stone slab."
A few months ago, he met a Confucian scholar in green clothes in Baoguo Temple. From the man's behavior and a few words, he could get a glimpse of the identity of this Confucian scholar. Although he was not as good as the famous Confucian scholar in the world, he was still similar.
How could it be that such a person could have a few words with him, a man from a humble family, without profound meaning?
Maybe that person is a noble person, and it is unknown if he, a poor scholar, can transform into a dragon.
"Really?" The little beggar added a few more strokes on the dragon's head to make the dragon look more realistic.
The scholar looked down at the little beggar and said, "When did Brother Chen deceive Tinkerbell?"
The little beggar nodded heavily and said "Yes".
After the dragon was drawn, the little beggar smiled to himself, with a bit of ink still hanging on his nose, which was really cute.
The scholar packed up his pen and ink and left with the little beggar.
The little beggar on the road was chirping and recounted the scene in front of the Patriotic Temple yesterday.
The scholar's face was filled with sorrow, and he was silently mourning. In the eyes of superiors, the lives of people from poor families are as worthless as grass.
The little beggar didn't notice the scholar's expression. He hesitated for a while and then said uncertainly: "Brother Chen, my illness seems to be cured."
The scholar took the little beggar's hand and asked, "Really?"
The little beggar nodded.
The scholar patted his forehead and thought to himself: Tinker Bell is not a doctor, how did he know about his condition?
Mostly just to comfort myself.
Seeing the scholar's sad face, the little beggar explained: "Brother Chen, you are really feeling better. When I woke up early in the morning, my chest was no longer tight and painful for some reason. Didn't I stop coughing during this journey?"
The scholar thought for a while and realized that this was indeed the case. He couldn't help but said with great joy: "Let's go sell the calligraphy first, and then find the doctor to take a look!"
