The Song Dynasty, Bianjing City.
"...May I grow wings under my wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?
It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a piece of pure land to cover up the wind.
It is better to come and go clean than to be trapped in filthy ditches.
…
Once the spring is over, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it. "
In the small study room, Li Qingzhao, who was reading "A Dream of Red Mansions" in his hands, couldn't help but burst into tears, crying for Sister Lin in the book.
The female servant Tao Qin walked in and saw the girl holding a thick book and shedding tears, crying like pear blossoms with rain, and she couldn't help but be surprised:
"What's wrong, girl? What other miscellaneous books did you read?"
Her girl is a very talented woman, and Tao Qin already knows this.
When she was in Mingshui, some of the girl's poems were sung by Goulan Washe, singing girls and musicians. Everyone in Mingshui City who often listened to music knew that there was a talented girl in the Li family.
After arriving in Bianjing, the girl was thinking about the sisters she played with in Mingshui, so she composed another song "Like a Dream". The struggle to cross the river and the struggle to cross the river particularly impressed her. She even laughed at the girl at that time, saying that this word was weird. And it sounds good.
Unfortunately, Taoqin is not very familiar with Bianjing City, so she has not taken it out to sing to others.
"Look at Sister Lin!"
Li Qingzhao wiped away his tears with a handkerchief, and said to her with red eyes: "When I finish reading, I will ask Sister Lin for permission before I show it to you... This book is so good!"
"Good-looking?"
Taoqin couldn't help repeating her words, thought about it for a moment, and said with a smile: "What are you talking about, girl? It sounds weird."
Li Qingzhao ignored her and looked down at the song "The Burial of Flowers" again and again, carefully reading the charm inside.
As the commentary in the book says, the quality of this song does not depend on whether it is classic or not, but on its rhyme and interest.
After reading "The Burial of Flowers", one can deeply feel the sorrow and sorrow in Sister Lin's heart in the book, and see her withering like a flower in the dense and dirty Rongguo Mansion.
"Rongguo Mansion?"
Li Qingzhao suddenly thought, didn't Sister Lin say last time that she was going to Rongguo Mansion to visit her grandmother?
Qin Zhong, Jia Rui, Jia Baoyu, Jia Zhen, Wang Xifeng, Xue Pan, etc., as well as the maids and women, even Mrs. Wang and Jia Mu, which one is easy to offend? How could Sister Lin cope with it...
I was worried at first, but suddenly I thought that Chu Langjun had changed what happened in history. Sister Lin went back to Rongguo Mansion with her mother this time.
The worry suddenly disappeared by half.
Watching "The Song of Burying Flowers" again, Li Qingzhao felt a little more grateful. Fortunately, with Mr. Chu around, Sister Lin would not have the same tragic fate as the Fairy Jiangzhu in the book.
"If Sister Lin is Fairy Jiangzhu, what about Mr. Chu?"
"Chu Langjun saved Sister Lin's mother, didn't he ruin Fairy Jiangzhu's wish?"
"I don't know if the records in the book are true...but thinking about it, Mr. Chu Lang is more powerful than the police fantasy fairy."
"Sister Lin got help from Mr. Chu, but where is the Song Dynasty?"
"Girl, girl!"
Li Qingzhao, who was thinking wildly, was awakened by Tao Qin's words and turned to look at her who came in again.
"The master has asked you to go."
"Daddy?"
Li Qingzhao immediately stood up, put away the Dream of Red Mansions and went out. He walked from the backyard to the study on the right side of the front yard, knocked on the door and entered.
Sitting inside was an elegant man in his fifties, who was her father, Li Gefei, a minister of rites in the Song Dynasty.
"Dad, have the potatoes and sweet potatoes been planted?!"
After entering the door, Li Qingzhao asked eagerly.
Li Gefei was drinking tea. Hearing this, he glanced at his daughter and reprimanded her gently: "You are still so frizzy at the age of getting married. Your mother said you are a boy with the body of a girl. That is absolutely true!"
He hasn’t said anything about his daughter drinking and having fun outside while writing lyrics.
Li Qingzhao smiled, sat in front of his father, and argued: "If potatoes and sweet potatoes are popularized, tens of millions more people can be fed. How can my daughter not be anxious?"
Li Gefei was noncommittal and said, "Let's plant it first, and we'll see when it's harvested."
Li Qingzhao knew that he was unconvincing. After thinking about it, he hurried out and came back with a compiled book. He breathed slightly and handed it to his father.
Li Gefei's eyebrows twitched. He really didn't know who this daughter could marry.
He opened the book and saw the pictures inside. He closed the book and raised his hand to hit her on the head with the book.
"Why did daddy hit me?"
Li Qingzhao hid quickly.
"come here!"
Li Gefei said in a deep voice: "Who taught you to draw these obscene paintings and calligraphy? It is inappropriate and nonsense!!"
Li Qingzhao smiled and made a gesture: "Dad, please read the text in the book. This is a magical book about treating diseases and saving lives. It talks about how to deliver babies to pregnant women, adjust the fetal position, disinfect and clean, etc. If it can be popularized, all women in the Song Dynasty can do it." If you benefit from it, how can you reject it as obscene?"
"...A book on midwifery?"
Li Gefei was doubtful, so he opened the book again and read it carefully.
Sure enough, between the legs of the woman with open legs, a pair of hands was holding a baby's head.
It’s a book about midwifery.
But even Li Gefei, who had children, couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when he saw this picture of giving birth.
The delivery room is never a place for men.
"Dad, this is a divine book!"
Li Qingzhao was advising from the side, and Li Gefei raised his head and looked at her: "Is this another book written by Mr. Chu who traveled to the countries in the Western Regions?"
"Of course~."
Li Gefei looked at the book and pondered for a long time, and then said: "I will copy this book again, delete these paintings first, and then show it to the people in the Imperial Medical Bureau before talking about it... You are not allowed to sign your name, and you are not allowed to tell anyone about this. This book has been copied by your hand, did you hear that?!"
"Yes, Daddy, thank you very much, Daddy. Daddy is very benevolent and righteous, and is not biased by the world..."
"go out!"
Li Gefei drove his daughter out of the study who was praising him indiscriminately. After reading the book and having a headache for a while, he picked up a pen and re-edited the "Midwife's Handbook of Delivery". The explicit words in it were deleted as much as possible while retaining the original meaning. .
How can my daughter who has not left the government sign this book?
Her mother was pretty much the same.
It just so happened that her mother was the granddaughter of the number one scholar, so it was suitable for her to be signed.
Thinking of this, Li Gefei took matters into his own hands and said in the preface that this medical book was compiled by Mr. Chu from the Western Regions. His wife Wang accidentally obtained it and edited it again.
However, his daughter's writing ability far surpassed that of his mother, and was even better than him. He really couldn't bear to change it too much and kept his daughter's elegant and beautiful writing.
…
When Li Qingzhao returned to the study, he felt that the matter was over and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. In addition, after reading "The Burial of Flowers" in "Dream of Red Mansions", he felt the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth, so he couldn't help but call Taoqin over:
"Go to the kitchen and get three or four side dishes, and two or three empty plates and cups."
"Girl, do you want to drink again?"
Taoqin saw through the girl's intentions at a glance.
Li Qingzhao's face turned slightly red, and he turned around and entered the study, saying, "How can there be funeral flowers without wine?"
"What are these words? Funeral flowers?"
Taoqin was confused and went to the kitchen muttering.
Soon after, he came back with four stacks of side dishes and was pulled down by the girl. The two of them sat down to eat and drink together. The girl took out some food from somewhere, plus a bottle of spicy and fragrant wine, which made Taoqin's face turn red. , stick out your tongue and shout spicy.
However, Li Qingzhao became happier as he drank and took out the horse-playing picture to play with the maid.
The loser drinks one drink and the winner drinks two drinks.
After four or five games, Taoqin couldn't drink any more, so she hurried away on the pretext that it was windy and rainy outside.
Li Qingzhao was drinking drunk alone in his study, reciting the song "Burial of Flowers", listening to the sound of rain and the strong wind blowing inside the door. He was worried about the flowers in the yard and felt uncomfortable at the same time.
"Chu Langjun's wine is so delicious."
"I don't know if he is now..."
Before falling drunk, Li Qingzhao had an image of Chu Langjun sitting in front of the computer smiling at her, and fell asleep lazily and drowsily.
The second day.
The weather is clearing.
Tao Qin walked into the study with a washbasin and towel, and saw the mess all over the table. The girl was lying on the table and fast asleep. At first glance, her slender figure was very beautiful and exquisite.
She is not ladylike at all!
Got drunk again!
"Girl, girl! It's time to get up!"
Taoqin put down the washbasin and pushed her. After a while, Li Qingzhao woke up and took a look outside.
"It was very windy last night, but it didn't rain very much."
Taoqin rolled up the bamboo curtains and propped up the doors and windows with wooden sticks, letting the wind from outside blow in to sober up the girl.
"It's windy and rainy...how are the crabapples in the yard doing?"
"How's it going? It's not the same as yesterday. Begonia flowers have been blooming for a month."
Taoqin replied casually.
"Idiots and idiots, how can they be the same?"
Li Qingzhao didn't wash his face, so he went out to look at the begonia flowers on the tree. He saw that the leaves were green after the wind and rain, but many of the begonia flowers on the tree had fallen, and there were a few remaining flowers on the ground.
"It's not like a brocade bag is used to collect beautiful bones, but a piece of pure land is used to cover up the romantic flow."
Li Qingzhao stood under the tree, looked at the broken flowers, recited a flower-burial chant, and called Taoqin inside the house to come out and get her a broom.
"Girl, what are you doing standing under the tree? Be careful of the rain!"
Tao Qin muttered, "I said the crabapple flowers are the same as yesterday, right? The girl even came out to see them."
She was worried that a gust of wind would blow the crabapple leaves and wet the girl.
"It's green, fat, red and thin, but where is the same?"
Li Qingzhao looked at the crabapple tree with a bit of sadness.
"Green, fat, red and thin?"
Taoqin was puzzled.
Li Qingzhao suddenly felt inspired, stretched out his delicate jade hands, touched the begonia flowers with dew and rain remaining on the branches, and sang softly:
"Last night it was rainy and windy, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine even after a deep sleep.
When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.
Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. "
Taoqin was surprised, looked at the crabapple tree again, and suddenly understood what green, fat, red and thin meant.
She is really stupid!
Taoqin also came to the tree and looked up at the flowers with the girl, and repeated:
"Last night it was rainy and windy, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine even after a deep sleep.
Try asking the person behind the curtain... girl! ! "
Tao Qin suddenly realized: "Am I a curtain roller?"
Li Qingzhao covered his mouth and smiled, and was about to speak.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew.
Withered flowers and rain fell down together, and Taoqin and she both screamed and fled.
