Furong opened Brother Changling's poetry exercise book again. Furong liked to read Brother Changling's poems.
"The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is open to both sides of the face. You can't see it when you enter the pool. When you hear the song, you will feel that someone is coming." When Hibiscus read this poem, she felt an extremely sweet feeling in her heart.
""Spring Palace Song": Last night the wind opened the peach trees, and the moon was high in Weiyang's front hall. Pingyang's singing and dancing brought new favors, and the spring cold outside the curtain gave me brocade robes."
""Spring Resentment in the West Palace": The night in the West Palace is quiet and the flowers are fragrant. The beaded curtains are curled up and the spring hates them forever. The clouds are slanting and the moon is visible in the depths, and the sun is hidden in the hazy colors of the trees."
""Autumn Resentment in the West Palace": The hibiscus is not as beautiful as the beauty, and the wind in the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and green. But I hate to cover the autumn fan with love, and the bright moon hangs in the sky to wait for the king."
Reading these poems, Fleur fell into deep thought. Aren’t those palace maids also very glorious? Why is there so much resentment? Yes, there are so many maids, how can an emperor cope with them? Aren’t those women who are not favored spending their youth and living as widows? Du Mu's "Ode to Afang Palace" in the Han Dynasty didn't say, "There are those who cannot be seen for thirty-six years." This is a sin.
Furong takes a look at:
""The Girl of Huan Sha": Whose family is by the Qiantang River? The daughters on the river are all better than flowers. The King of Wu was not able to come out at that time, so he openly came to Huan Sha today."
Furong slapped her thigh: "Absolute! Absolutely amazing! 'Daughters on the river are all better than flowers', Brother Changling could figure it out. Suddenly, a song "Girlfriend's Love" came into view:
"The young woman in her boudoir knows no worries, and goes up to the green building with makeup on the spring day. Suddenly she sees the color of willows on the street, and she regrets teaching her husband to look for a title."
"I regret teaching my husband to seek the title of Marquis." What does it mean? How many women in this world don’t want men to be officials? Why do you regret it? What's the meaning? Let me test Brother Chang Ling.
"Brother Changling, with your talent, you should take the imperial examination and seek fame."
"Hey, my Furong, do you also want my brother Changling to seek fame?"
"Is something wrong?"
"Of course it's right, it's just..."
"Just what?"
"only……"
"Say it quickly, it's making me anxious."
"Let's put it this way, if I were a person addicted to fame, would I be able to be with you Furong every day and enjoy happiness? If I were a person addicted to fame, would I, Wang Changling, be able to have someone like you now? A beautiful wife? Haven’t you seen that many people who seek fame do not get married until middle age? Even some people get married early, but because of their eagerness for fame, they often put aside the happiness between husband and wife. Every day Staying up late at night under the oil lamp, making your young wife suffer so much. Such a young woman is almost like being a widow. It's miserable. Besides, I, Wang Changling, can't do that kind of thing like giving up happiness in life for fame. I, Wang Changling, can't do that. Believe a little, seize the happiness in front of you, live a happy life, and go to hell with all the fame, fortune, glory and wealth!"
After listening to Brother Changling's words, Furong opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth. But Brother Changling continued to say in a gentle tone: "Fu Rong, you women may not know what it is like to seek fame, but you, Brother Changling, do. There are things you can never finish reading, and questions you can never finish, Ming Jing , Mo Yi, oral examination, classics, policy questions, poetry and poetry; many subjects, scholar, Ming Jing, Jinshi, Junshi, Ming Dharma, Ming Zi, Ming Calculation, more than fifty kinds, more than fifty kinds. Furong, you "Tell me, are you tired of seeking fame? Is it a good feeling?"
Furong felt sweet in her heart after listening to Brother Chang Ling's words. She thought, in this world, only my brother Changling can be so generous, only my brother Changling can regard fame as light as a feather, and only my brother Changling knows how to grasp happiness and live a happy life. Fleur felt proud that she could marry such a man, and a strong sense of happiness welled up in her heart.
Furong began to look through Brother Chang Ling's poems again. Suddenly, Furong thought of an interesting question and asked: "Why do you always write Qijue in your poems? Most of the poems in this book are Qijue."
"Really? It's never good to write seven? Yes, just four sentences, twenty-eight words, what can it mean? Can it elaborate and describe things? No, no."
"Brother Changling, that's not what Furong meant. Furong thinks that Brother Changling has written these Qijue very well. According to Furong, Brother Changling will definitely be a great poet famous for writing Qijue in the future."
"Really? Can Furong give your brother Changling a very famous title?"
"Well, let me think about it. I haven't heard of a very famous poet at the moment. Brother Chang Ling should...should he be called the 'King of Poetry'?"
Wang Changling shook his head: "It's not too loud."
"The Poet Emperor?"
Wang Changling hurriedly waved his hands and made a "hush" gesture in his mouth, and then said: "If you don't do it, you will lose your head. Who is the 'Emperor'? As for the Emperor, I don't dare to pretend to be the Emperor."
"So...Brother Changling, isn't your Qi Jue written very well? It's called 'Qi Jue Da Wang'... No, this 'King' doesn't sound like a poet when pronounced, but it's still called... Come on! It's called 'Qi Jue'." Brother Changling, do you see it?"
"Seven Absolute Holy Hands? Okay, great! Furong, remember, in a few decades, the name of my poem, the 'Seven Absolute Holy Hands', by me, Wang Changling, will surely resound throughout the entire Tang Dynasty!"
Today is the sixth day of September, and it has been exactly a month since Furong came to Brother Changling's house. According to custom, Furong will accompany brother Changling back to her parents' home today. The couple got up and combed their hair in front of the bronze mirror. Changling had finished combing her hair. She was watching Furong combing her black and shiny hair. Many poems related to women's hair came to her mind:
"I have a lovely girl in my family, who is very bright and fair. Her small characters are Wan Su, and her articulation comes from the Qing Dynasty. Her hair covers a wide forehead, and her ears are like jade. When the dressing table was decorated in the Ming Dynasty, there were traces of black eyebrows..."
Changling also thought of the "Poetry of a Beautiful Girl" written by Zuo Si, a famous writer in the Western Jin Dynasty:
"Miao Miao, my adopted daughter, is born like a little pearl. Her hair is beautiful and curly, and her eyes are clear and clear. She has a good aura and is smart like no other in the world. She can read a thousand words at the age of three and has a photographic memory. Her parents love her endlessly, and they speak on the palms of their hands day and night. . However, don’t indulge in his emotions and act appropriately.…”
"Brother Changling, you..." Furong knew that Brother Changling was praising her by reciting ancient poems, and her heart was as sweet as honey.
"What's wrong with me?"
"It's nothing, it's just that Fleur was thinking, now that the honeymoon is over, will the days to come still be like the honeymoon?"
"Hey, you don't want to let the honeymoon go by, right? Let me tell you, my Furong, my good sister, our days will still be honeymoons from now on. For us, our whole lives will be honeymoons, and all our lives will be honeymoons."
Furong turned around and looked up at Brother Chang Ling's face that was full of wisdom and youthful passion. She was excited inside, and her eyes were shining and fluttering.
"Okay, get ready and go to your house after breakfast. However, I have to take care of my sister Furong for the preparations."
"It's okay, just follow me."
"I want to grab your hand, and you come with me now. My tenderness has no end, and my love is unreserved. I will hold your little hand and we will grow old together. Oh... you come with me now." Oh... just follow me..."
Wang Changling sang like a child.
After breakfast, Furong is going back to her parents' house. The whole family came to say goodbye to Furong. Changling's two younger brothers, Changmao and Changsheng, and five younger sisters, Heye, Luoqun, Yanfei, Ye Cui and Ximei, all gathered around her sister-in-law. Furong looked at this large group of younger brothers and sisters. , and then remembered that my natal family also had a large group of younger brothers and sisters, I felt happy, thinking that our He family and Wang family were destined, and the two families together formed a lotus pond, or lotus pond. What makes Furong particularly happy is that Brother Changling and his younger brothers and sisters are also very smart and articulate. If the brothers and sisters from the two families were together, it would be very lively.
The elder brother and sister-in-law were about to leave, and the little sisters Ye Cui and Shy Mei were about to leave with her. Aunt Cai Lian hugged Shy Mei and coaxed, "Sister-in-law went to the street to buy sweets and dolls for my sister." She finally coaxed Shy Mei back. .
When the couple arrived at the door of the He family compound, several younger brothers and sisters stood at the door to greet them. An inexplicable feeling arose in Furong's heart. "Province relatives?" Is this "province relatives"? From the moment I was born with the sound of "Wow", the He family compound where I have lived for fifteen or sixteen years has now become my relatives' home - my natal family. From now on, when you walk into this home, you can no longer use the word "go home", but can only say "go to my parents' house". For Furong, the He Family Courtyard was so familiar that she could walk to every corner naturally with her eyes closed.
Apart from calling out "Father! Mom!", Furong didn't say anything else. She followed a group of younger brothers and sisters, entered the inner courtyard through the hanging flower door, and walked into the living room of the main room, where the couple accepted greetings and reception from the whole family. .
After a period of cordial greetings, they were nothing more than "Thank you for your hard work", "You came early", "Fu Rong, you have gained weight", "Fu Rong, you have lost weight", "Fu Rong, you look better" and so on. Then everyone started drinking tea, eating melon seeds and peanuts, and eating one or two fruits. Then, the adults walked away one after another and went to do whatever they were supposed to do, leaving a bunch of little brothers and sisters playing around.
The strange thing is that these little brothers and sisters are particularly affectionate towards the newly married brother-in-law. From time to time they call him "brother-in-law" when nothing happens, and some even pat him with their little hands.
Furong suddenly remembered that today was Xun's holiday, and her two younger brothers Shuihua and Bihuan did not go to school, so she said to everyone: "Today we are learning poetry from my brother-in-law. Did you know? Your brother-in-law is a great poet. His Qi Jue poems It’s so good, it’s called the ‘Seven Ultimate Hands’. Do you like it?”
"I like it!" everyone responded in unison. Wang Changling secretly smiled in her heart: You Furong, you just made the high hat yesterday, and you asked me to wear it today. It’s okay, it’s also good to let the children learn some poetry.
The children immediately took action and walked to their respective rooms like a gust of wind. They brought notebooks and pens and ink, found stools in the living room and sat down around the round table, and the brother-in-law's poetry class began.
When it came to the offer, Wang Changling couldn't refuse, so he had to take the book of poetry exercises handed over by Furong, opened it, and started class seriously.
"Now we start to study the first poem, the title is, "Lotus Plucking Song", I will recite it first: The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is spread out on both sides of the face. You can't see it when you enter the pool, but you can only feel someone when you hear the song. Come."
After reading the poem, Changling began to solve the problem: "Let's talk about a few key words first. The first word is lotus leaf. Lotus is a kind of plant. It has many other names: hibiscus, water fungus, lotus root... "
Suddenly the children all started laughing, and Changling asked, "What are you laughing at?"
The children laughed even harder. Changling understood, but he deliberately asked Fourth Sister Hanlian: "Fourth Sister, tell me, what are you laughing at?"
"Brother-in-law, the words they laughed at you said included the names of the eldest sister, and the names of the third sister and me."
"Oh, it's true, how come it's such a coincidence?" Wang Changling pretended to be surprised: "Look at the names at the back: Lotus, Lotus, June Spring, Water Yun, Red Lotus, Xike, Yuhuan, Whip Rong, Whip Rhododendron, Shuidan , water bloom, green ring..."
"Why are you laughing again?"
"Among these words, there are several words that are the names of our sisters and brothers, including the second sister Lianhua, the three younger sisters Shuiyun, Yuhuan, and Shuidan. Shuihua and Bihuan are the names of our two brothers."
"So, the names of you brothers and sisters are all nicknames for lotus?"
"yes--"
"That's right. No wonder..."
"What's the wonder?"
"Look, take a closer look. There are lotus patterns everywhere on the walls, railings, doors and windows in your yard. Your He family is a lotus garden and a lotus pond."
"Eldest sister is just a hibiscus flower?"
"Yes! Your eldest sister is a hibiscus flower, a very, very beautiful hibiscus flower."
"Everyone, please stop laughing and listen carefully to my brother-in-law's class!" Furong stopped laughing and said to everyone.
