(Four)
What she wants is a kind of stability in this world, a child who returns home in the sunset, a husband who is upright and beautiful, and the company of her family.
However, this seemingly ordinary request seemed to be a fantasy for the Northern Song Dynasty, when there were factions inside and the Jin Dynasty watching outside.
It’s difficult!
Sunge sighed again.
Identity, current situation, and social background are nothing more than layers of shackles for her.
No matter what she wants to do, she can't escape these constraints.
How difficult it is to save the world.
I don’t know how those endless time-traveling women can suddenly change their identities, and with a flick of their fingers, they can save the building from falling, help the country and the country, and save the people from disaster.
She can't do it.
At least, for now, she can't do it as Wang.
If you can't save the world, you can only do your best to save people.
She is a very realistic person.
The rain is still falling. In the tea room, accompanied by Li Hao's subtle snoring, Li Qingzhao's skillful and elegant way of ordering tea is many times better than Sunge's just now. The pictures of Huayan's maids are a bit dim.
At a young age, she not only has amazing talents, but also has natural beauty. Such a woman seems to be favored by God.
But throughout the ages, most talented women have had a bumpy road to love.
Sun Ge deeply felt that if he wanted to live a successful life, the education of loving oneself and then loving others must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
"Auntie, have some tea."
Li Qingzhao looked at Sun Ge's furrowed brows and his changing expression, feeling puzzled.
Why the way A Niang looked at her was so intriguing.
Big injustice!
This is what she interpreted from A Niang's expression.
After racking his brains, Li Qingzhao couldn't figure out where she had put her mother in trouble.
Could it be...
Sunge took the tea and made no other moves. He remained silent, and Li Qingzhao became more and more uneasy.
Half scared, half guilty.
My father went to Bianliang to pursue a career as an official. All the affairs of the house, as well as human relationships, were all handled by my mother-in-law.
My mother-in-law came from a noble family, a scholarly family, and had great literary talent.
She vaguely remembered that when her mother-in-law had just married into the family as a step-mother, she had also been obsessed with romantic poetry, but after her father left home, she gritted her teeth and took on the mundane affairs of the family.
Even the teachings to her were not neglected, and he even asked a favor to spend a lot of money to find a female teacher for her from Bianliang City.
In other words, in Mingshui City, she has everything that other young ladies have, and whatever other young ladies don’t have, A Niang will try her best to satisfy her.
Therefore, she couldn't bear to have her mother-in-law look so embarrassed.
Making a quick decision, Li Qingzhao planned to confess.
"Auntie, I shouldn't drink secretly, let alone make Mrs. Zhang next door drunk."
After thinking about it, Li Qingzhao felt that this was the only thing that gave her a headache recently.
Sunge: (ì_í)
Sunge was surprised. Although she knew that Li Qingzhao's poems contained a high alcohol content, she never thought that at a young age, he secretly took the girl next door to drink. No wonder the walls of the adjacent courtyard were getting higher.
According to later statistics, half of Sister Zhao's remaining poems are related to wine.
Could it be that she is the one who really has a connection with wine?
First, he met Li Bai, who "can't get on the boat when the emperor calls him, and claims that he is a wine-drinking immortal". Later, he had the opportunity to personally educate Li Qingzhao, who "always remembers the sunset in the creek pavilion, and is so drunk that he doesn't know his way back."
"Auntie, I was wrong."
Li Qingzhao blinked his big eyes and looked at Sunge pitifully.
Sun Ge raised her eyebrows. She always felt that Sister Zhao's unfinished words were wrong, but she would dare to do so next time.
The term "drinking and composing poetry" has its origins.
Someone once said that poems and songs are not only written with ink, but also dipped in wine.
No matter whether you drink lightly, whether you are drunk, whether you are proud of the spring breeze, or whether you are down and out and poor, no words can express the literati's special liking and inseparability for wine.
She didn't know if Li Qingzhao after leaving the wine would still be the same Li Qingzhao who wrote words that smelled like wine and made people toss and turn.
"Just drinking?"
"Didn't you climb over the wall?"
Sun Ge put the tea cup aside, pretending to be serious, and asked in a cold voice.
Li Qingzhao:......
Li Qingzhao was dumbfounded, she thought she had done it secretly enough.
I don’t know when Hao’er will grow up. Then someone will take the blame for things like climbing trees and climbing walls to play with crickets.
As for drinking…
Well, Hao'er insisted on drinking, but she couldn't persuade her, so she could only share the joys and sorrows.
It's a pity that the scapegoat she longed for is still a little baby who just can't walk steadily.
The road is long and she will have to wait a long time.
It’s difficult!
Li Qingzhao intertwined his two fingers and bit his lower lip lightly, full of tangles, "Mom, if I say it was an accident, would you believe it?"
"Really? I don't believe it." Sunge asked casually and blurted out.
"Auntie, what if I don't do this again?" Li Qingzhao whispered.
Sun Ge still didn't raise his head. "Really? I don't believe it."
Two consecutive answers that were exactly the same successfully allowed Li Qingzhao to break his guard.
Well, she stopped quibbling.
When did Grandma become so perceptive? The wall she chose to climb was obviously far away from Grandma's yard. Normally, except for the old butler's dog, Huang, who would dig holes, there was not even a servant to sweep the house.
Otherwise, let Ah Huang work harder and get into a dog hole next time?
"Auntie, the mansions are obviously adjacent to each other, but if you want to get to the door, you have to go in a big circle."
At this point, Li Qingzhao paused, looked around, and lowered his voice and said, "Mrs. Zhang is very pitiful. In order to find an old nanny who left the palace at the age of 18, her mother was the most stringent in terms of food, clothing, housing, conduct, speech, and behavior." They all have to be strict, and if there is any slight discrepancy, the old lady will take care of her."
"Don't go out of town, I rarely even have the chance to talk to people."
"She could not appreciate the natural scenery of mountains, rivers and lakes in the book, nor could she dabble in the myths, history and strategies of strange monsters. She could only hold the "Inner Rules", "Nvjie", "Biography of Women" and "Nvxiaojing" day after day. .”
"My daughter is not saying these are bad, but is it really good if these are the only things left in life?"
You can't eat what you like.
Those who like to play cannot play.
Those who like to watch cannot watch it.
Even the daughter's family is a living person, not a cold frame bound by rules.
The first time she climbed over the wall was when she saw Mrs. Zhang crying alone in the corner.
To this day, she still remembers the surprise, envy, and unconscious numbness and despair in Mrs. Zhang's eyes when she looked at her.
All she could do was inject a little vitality into that numb despair.
She was thankful more than once that her father and mother-in-law were open-minded and tolerant, allowing her to see a new world and allowing her to be a relatively free version of herself.
