The two of them looked at each other and smiled as they watched her run out like a deer.
Mingxuan watched her walking away and sighed: "I remember the first time I met my husband, when I was four or five years old. He was as elegant as a childhood sweetheart."
He immediately embraced her and said, "Yes! It happened so quickly. We have been together for more than ten years."
After a while, he took out a delicate box and took out a bracelet with seven treasures. The seven treasures are gold, silver, glass, coral, clam, red pearl and agate. They were made by Wanyan Yong himself. He will hold the seven treasures in his hand. The ring personally brought it to the imperial concubine and said: "Tonight is a good night, and in the years to come, the lonely king will use this ring to capture your heart! Let's stay together for a lifetime."
He came close to her pink face, gently took off the phoenix crown from her black hair, cupped her cheeks, and gradually kissed her lips. Just look at the red light swaying outside the tent, and the warm light is reflected on the bodies of the boys and girls. In the wedding night, the red light shines high on the red tent, and the newlyweds in the tent are lingering, sharing this good night.
Outside the house, the red lanterns were swayed by the late cold wind. In the colonnade, Qingya leaned against the new door and staggered, leaving small footprints on the ground. She carefully looked in through the crack in the door and saw the red candles shining brightly inside the house, with the Chinese characters "囍" attached to them. There is also a bouquet of bright red plums stuck on the desk opposite. The flowers are in full bloom, as beautiful as a happy event at that time.
She listened to the sweet talk between the two in the wedding room, and became even more emotional. Then she went to the door alone, her face closed and deep in thought, and she refused to leave until the cold wind passed by and her face turned red from the cold.
In my young heart, I don’t understand the love between children, but I am filled with envy in my heart. I am envious of this beautiful scene, and I am even more envious of the deep love between the two of them.
She thought that in the future, when she was young, she would marry Ichiro-kun and spend this life together. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile to herself and stayed on the corridor for a long time.
Time is rushing, and it is another winter in the eighth year of Emperor Xizong's reign. The fire in Lijia Nuan Pavilion in Bohai is booming. The heavy snow outside the pavilion door has stopped for a while, and the dripping red plums in the courtyard are reflected in the window, adding some warmth.
Qingya, who is in her prime, practices calligraphy in the pavilion with her half-sister Qingru.
"Second Miss, the Lord orders you and Third Miss to present all the calligraphy you have learned today to him!" As the personal maid Cui He trotted over, Qing Ya raised her eyes that were focused on writing.
She wears a light blue skirt and a cape with a velvet collar. Her yellowish hair hangs lightly on the back of her head. Her two pigtails are gathered into small buns and hang down on her ears. Crystal tassels fall between her eyebrows and fall on her forehead. She wears two white flowers on her head. She has a fluffy beaded hairpin, silver wire inlaid with white pearl pendants on her ears, a slightly blessed face with red lips, and two smart eyes under her willow eyebrows.
She leaned over the table with her graceful figure, and when she heard the two warblers of Cui He, she gently placed the brush on the white porcelain pen rest, raised her head and smiled: "Okay, I got it!"
The person on the opposite table is her younger sister Qingru, who was born to the previous eldest wife Nazhan. She also has a brother Kuike who is twenty years old from the same mother.
She has the same mother as the six-year-old Li Xianke. After the death of the first lady, His Majesty personally ordered Qingya's mother, Wu Gulun, to be rehabilitated and made a fourth-rank Gongren. She also changed from a concubine to a legitimate son.
Qingru, who was wearing a lotus root pink skirt, had a more rosy complexion, fair and translucent skin, and a plumper figure. She leaned lightly on the table, with her flowery cheek pressed against the rice paper. Taking a look at her, she felt that a woman was as bright as a peach or a plum blossom. .
Seeing that Qingru was already asleep on the table, she stood up silently and ignored her.
Cuitao, the maid next to Qingru, called out: "Third Miss, wake up, the Lord has called you forward."
"Three girls, three girls!" Cuitao saw that Qingru couldn't afford it, so she tried to push her.
But this push was too much. She was very impatient when she was woken up. She squinted at Cuitao and yelled: "What are you doing? What's the matter?"
She scolded Cuitao sternly, but Cuitao was too frightened to raise her head: "Girl, the master told him to show him the calligraphy you learned today."
Qingru looked up at Qingya impatiently and complained: "It's so annoying, why do you have to watch it again? What's the use of practicing this every day? Sooner or later, you will get married."
She was used to Qingru's usual way of doing things, so she ignored him. She reached out and put all the calligraphy sheets in a pile on the table, and said: "Cuihe, there are still some calligraphy lessons learned in the morning in the embroidery building. , let me get it!"
"It's dangerous to go up and down the stairs, Cui He, please help the girl!"
"Uh-huh!"
Seeing that she didn't care at all, Qingru said, "Qingya, why did you write so much?"
She came to look at her with some indifference, then suddenly smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in her words: "Third sister made an appointment to pay homage to Duke Zhou. I don't want to bother you, so I just wrote on my own!"
Qingru sneered: "Hey, what are you pretending to be? You are mediocre in appearance. No matter how hard you try, you still have to get married. It is virtue for a woman to have no talent. What can you change?"
Although she was angry after hearing this, she held back her anger and walked out of the door.
Qingru was very dissatisfied with her behavior and murmured to herself: "Oh, you are a despicable house-filler who came from a concubine and still dares to show off in front of me."
After saying that, Qingru yawned and walked in front of the desk opposite. She took a look at her handwriting and couldn't help but praise: "She is really beautiful with her thin body. She looks mediocre. His talent is real."
He muttered again: "If you write well, what should I do?"
Qingru looked at the words for a moment, then rolled her eyes and smiled evilly: "But I don't want you to look good!"
After that, she picked up the pen and picked up ink, flipped through the pages, and then casually made a stroke with a proud face, shaking her head and saying, "Now, let's see how you explain it."
By the time Qingya brought down a stack of posts, Qingru had already sorted out the sheets and sat down in front of her desk. The two of them picked up the sheets and walked out together.
Arriving at Sa Xuan, Li Shi sat on an armchair. When he saw two young girls walking in, he slowly put down the tea cup in his hand on the tea table next to him.
Qingya walked in with some caution and presented the sheet of writing: "Dad, this is what my daughter has learned today, please take a look at it!"
Li Shi took the paper presented with a stern look on his face and looked through it carefully. A slight smile gradually appeared. He raised his head and said, "That's right. The more you write the elegant thin calligraphy, the better!"
She heard it and smiled very reluctantly. When she saw Li Shi winking and taking a closer look, she clenched the silk in her hand tightly.
Li Shi was quite harsh in his discipline on weekdays. As long as there was no mistake or flaw in what he had learned, Qingya would be punished and slapped dozens of times by Li Shi. Therefore, Qingya was always afraid deep down in her heart. .
"Qingya!"
Hearing Li Shi suddenly call her, she raised her head: "Hey! What's the matter, daddy?"
"Tell your father, what is the next sentence of 'The world sees me as a special tune'?"
She immediately smiled and said, "Dad, you sneered when I heard my big words."
Li Shi placed the pile of paper on the desk again: "Now that you know it, take a look for yourself what you wrote!"
Qingya was very confused and walked over to take a closer look at her handwriting. She saw what was written on the paper: "Everyone in the world sneered when they saw my Hengshu tune and heard Yu Taiyan's words."
After seeing it, she immediately shook her head in denial and said, "Dad, the daughter is indeed written as 'big' instead of 'too'. My daughter has always been cautious in doing things, how could she not notice this obvious mistake!"
"But it's written in black and white on this piece of paper!" Li Shi said sharply.
She glanced at Qingru quietly. At this moment, Qingru was secretly happy. She knew that it was her who was the devil, so she stopped defending and quietly endured it.
When Li Shi saw that she was silent, he said: "On weekdays, I ask you to practice calligraphy, but you just ignore it. Come here, bring me my ruler!"
The maid presented a long ruler. The bamboo ruler had been polished smooth. Li Shi took it and approached her and said, "Hand!"
Qingya spread her fingers very skillfully, and her white jade-like palms bore some red ruler marks. She gritted her teeth as she looked at her palms, ignoring the rules as they brushed against her palms that were not yet healed. She felt nothing in her heart. Volatile, insensitive.
Li Shi said while typing: "I want you to learn calligraphy well, just go in with the left ear and out with the right ear. If you get married in the future, if you are so talentless and virtuous, others will say that the daughter I taught Li Shi is a idiot!" "
She held back her tears and bowed her head after Li Shi finished beating her: "Qing Ya knows his mistake and will correct it immediately."
Li Shi pointed at her with a ruler again: "Change, you don't know this yet, so you think that your father doesn't know what you are thinking in private, so he warned you that if you have secret meetings with that person again, then you will Don't stay in my Li family anymore. A young girl who wants to enter the Yongguo Mansion in the future is so ignorant of her behavior."
She pursed her lips and clenched her fists and said, "Those words again. Ever since I was a child, if my father didn't tell me any day, why would he make plans for me? Do I have no right to choose?"
When Li Shi saw her scolding her like this, he became furious and pointed at her with a ruler: "You rebellious girl. Since ancient times, important matters like marriage have been dictated by parents and matchmakers. Where is your turn to talk privately? When you were young, your cousin treated you like You are like a pearl in the palm of your hand, and you do everything well. He has only been in Liaoyang for five or six years, but you are so ungrateful and secretly attracted to others. Your cousin is going back to the capital soon. If you don’t want to be embarrassed, just be honest. Stay in your boudoir."
"How can family affection be regarded as the meaning of children? Dad, are you confused? Can't you just let this matter go?"
"It's simply ridiculous. How powerful is our Li family? The prince is so eloquent that if he goes back on his words, are you not afraid of being beheaded?"
"My cousin is not a murderer. He will not force me to do anything, and he will not insist on this matter like my father." Qingya heard Li Shi scolding her and became even more intolerable. She shouted at Li Shi.
Qingru immediately added fuel to the fire: "Qingya, why are you talking to daddy without knowing the slightest sense of propriety!"
She said without changing her expression: "According to what you want, Third Sister, if you know what's appropriate, how about you marry me?"
"you!"
Li Shi got angry: "Don't argue in front of me. Right or wrong, you have your own destiny as a father. It's you. You have to go back and reflect on it. You are not allowed to come down from the embroidery building unless you have nothing to do."
