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Chapter 77

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    [1] "A Flower. Jiao Hong Ji" Meng Chengshun. Yuan Song

    The apricot blossoms are thankful for the spring rain, and the eyes are full of fragrance and snow,

    It's cold in the daytime and the blood is bleeding.

    In front of the mirror table, lazy to draw hibiscus cheeks.

    New sorrows are hard to fold, making grass and flowers,

    ? Live up to a good day and a good night.

    After Wenxiu lived in the grandfather's house, she spent all day in the halls and verandahs, helping to manage the affairs of the mansion.

    He can also see Wen Jiao from time to time, but every time he meets, he acts in accordance with the etiquette and does not dare to show any frivolous appearance.

    Wen Xiu secretly observes Wen Jiao's attitude towards him, and feels that she is always indifferent, neither far nor near, which makes him puzzled.  Although I wanted to find a chance for the two of them to be alone and express my heart, but I couldn't get what I wanted, and I was very depressed.

    In fact, he guessed Wen Jiao's mind wrongly.

    Wenjiao is in her young age, and it is also the time when she is in love.  Although she read the Four Books and Five Classics since she was a child, and her parents talked about strong women and chaste women, what Wenjiao admired in her heart was Wenjun who rushed to Xiangru that night, Ziyu who was willing to die for love[1], who chose her own match  Yingying.  Wen Jiao is deeply afraid that her beauty will not match her beauty, and she will hold a grudge for the rest of her life.

    Ever since she met her third cousin Wenxiu that day, her heart has been unknowingly moved by him.

    Wenxiu is gentle, suave, and knowledgeable, so she can entrust her whole life.

    It's just that how can this important matter of marriage be decided by oneself?

    Therefore, Wenjiao is lazy to face the dressing table all day long, and has no intention of playing chess; in her heart, she is bored and depressed all day long.

    [2] "Guang Zhener. Jiao Hong Ji" Meng Chengshun. Yuan Song

    Xiaoqi Xiang boudoir is quiet,

    Who is the prettiest by the screen window?

    Lazy new make-up, thin waist and limbs,

    How much is the wide skirt?

    ? On this day, it was raining heavily in spring, and it cleared up in the afternoon, and apricot blossoms were flying all over the courtyard, like a mist of fragrant snow.

    Wenjiao asked her maid, Xiaohui, to set up an embroidery bed in the corridor and embroider alone to pass the time.

    A gust of breeze blew from the embroidery room, and a few petals of apricot blossoms fell to the embroidery bed.  Wen Jiao stops her needles and picks up the petals, thinking that flowers will never be happy for a hundred days, how many springs can life have?  Immediately full of sorrow and tears, she couldn't help humming "Looking at the Spring Breeze" taught by her mother.

    [3] "Looking at the Spring Breeze" by Li Linqiu. Lyrics, Deng Yuxian. Music, Gong Yue. Songs

    [Song] "Lonely night without a companion to watch the lamp, the spring breeze blows. Seventeen or eighteen years old, unmarried, looking at the young man's house. Sure enough, Peugeot's face is pale, whose family is the child? Want to ask Yi Jing about the evil, and play the pipa in his heart  .

    ? If you want your husband to be your son-in-law, you have love in your heart.  Waiting for when you come to pick it, the youthful flowers will bloom.  Hearing someone coming outside, I should open the door and look for it.  Yue Yuexiao Ruan is a foolish fool, but I don't know that Fufeng is deceiving.  "

    Mother Zhao Shuxian is from southern Fujian. When she was teaching Wenjiao how to learn Fujian embroidery, she often hummed the song "Looking at the Spring Breeze".

    At that time, Wenjiao was still young, and she was puzzled, so she asked: "Mother, why do you sing this song as soon as you embroider this flower?"

    The mother smiled, but did not answer.

    Under Wen Jiao's repeated questioning, the mother had no choice but to say: "When you learn this Fujian embroidery, you will understand."

    [Song] "Lonely in the night without a companion to watch the lamp, the breeze blows across the face. Seventeen or eighteen years old and unmarried, thinking about the boy's family. Sure enough, Peugeot's face is pale, whose family's children? I want to ask Yi Jing about the evil, and I play the pipa in my heart.

    ? If you want your husband to be your son-in-law, you have love in your heart.  Waiting for when you come to pick it, the flower of youth will bloom.  Hearing someone coming outside, he opened the door to wait and see.  Yueniang laughed and Ruan Han was stunned, being deceived by the wind.  Yueniang laughed and Ruan Han was stunned, being deceived by the wind.  "

    Now, Wenjiao has learned Fujian embroidery and "Wang Chunfeng", and fully understands the suffering of this girl "Wang Chun"

    In the midst of lingering grief, I heard someone behind me say, "Miss is so excited, and the little song is really nice!"

    Wen Jiao hurriedly wiped away her tears and looked back, but seeing Hongying meandering towards her, she said, "It's not that you're a good listener, it's that you're a thief all day long."

    "What did Miss embroider?"

    "I didn't embroider anything." Wen Jiao lowered her head and bounced the petals off the embroidery bed.

    Hong Ying came to the front and saw Wen Jiao's phoenix eyes were slightly red, and saw a pair of colorful big butterflies embroidered on the white silk. She understood a thing or two in her heart, and asked tentatively: "Miss, are you hurting the spring?"

    Wenjiao was afraid that others would find out what was on her mind, so she quickly covered it up and said, "I only care about embroidering, but I don't know where the spring is. What kind of spring will it hurt?"

    Hongying observed the words and expressions and asked cunningly: "It's not hurting the spring, so why sing 'resentment for the spring breeze'?"

    Wen Jiao stood up abruptly, "This is 'Resentment for the Spring Breeze', obviously it's 'Looking for the Spring Breeze'."

    "Did you see it?"

    "I hope"See, it's none of your business."  "

    "Hmph, don't care about me" Suddenly Wen Jiao's eyes were red, so she asked, "Are you crying?"

    Wen Jiao replied coldly: "Where are you crying?"

    Hongying stared at Wenjiao closely and said, "Your eyelids are pink, and you still say you're not crying?"

    "Oh, it's the wind that blinds my eyes."

    Hongying was afraid that Wenjiao would be completely annoyed if she continued talking, so she changed the subject and said, "I see how the lady embroiders? Ah, this butterfly is flying around like it's alive."

    Wen Jiao had no intention of talking to her, and said coldly, "Really?"

    "Of course it is. Look at this pair. They are so cute and heartless. How can you embroider this thing?"

    Wen Jiao said with some displeasure: "There seems to be a mynah here, pouting his lips and tongue, talking about love and ruthlessness, a girl's family, old-fashioned and old-faced, and he is not shy when he says a word of love!"

    "We girls are born to be lowly, we can't compare to the rich lady, we are old-faced and old-facedbut the ones with thin faces, tender skin and tender flesh will shed tears in the face of the wind and hurt flowers"

    Although Hongying calls herself a girl, she is Sun Zhizhi's adopted daughter, and she is about the same age as Wenjiao, and the two of them are used to getting along.  But Wen Jiao never treated her as an elder.

    When Wenjiao heard that Hongying was running on her like this, she became anxious. She blushed and scolded: "Little hoof, if you talk nonsense again, be careful to tear your mouth."

    Hongying smiled and said: "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's go to the garden to relax, and just embroider these things for what?"

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    Notes

    [1] Ziyu, also known as Xiaoyu.

    According to Ganbao's "Sou Shen Ji" records.  The eighteenth-year-old Ziyu, Fucha's youngest daughter, fell in love with his servant Han Zhong, and the two made a private betrothal for life.  Han Zhong knew that he was not knowledgeable enough, so he decided to go to Qi and Lu to study.  Before leaving, he entrusted his parents to ask the king of Wu to propose marriage on his behalf.  Three years later, he returned to China after studying, and his parents told him that the king of Wu was furious and refused. Ziyu died of depression and was buried outside the gate of Chang.  Han Zhong hangs himself, and Ziyu's soul floats out of the tomb to meet him. After completing the wedding ceremony, Ziyu presents a pearl as a token.

    Han Zhong held the pearl to become the king, and said it was a marriage, but the king angrily scolded that his beloved daughter was dead, how could they get married?  It must have been obtained by tomb robbers, and the arrest was ordered. Han Zhong escaped, ran to the cemetery, and told the story.  Ziyu went home in person and reported the whole story.  Seeing Ziyu, Wang asked in amazement, "How can a dead person come back to life?" When the lady heard her daughter come back, she rushed forward to hug her, and Ziyu immediately disappeared in a wisp of green smoke.

    This is the allusion of "Yu Shengyan", and it is also the allusion of the passionate girl and the premature death of the girl.

    Wang Kaiyun, a great talent in the late Qing Dynasty, "The epitaph of Caifen woman": "I looked out of the suburbs, but I saw the smoke of purple jade; the dancing cranes came back, and they all entered the mirror of the spring platform."

    Tang. Bai Juyi also mentioned in "Song of Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes": "Wu Yao and Xiaoyu fly into smoke, and the more beautiful Xishi turns into dust."

    The full poem of "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song (He Weizhi)":

    In the past, Yuan and Shi Xianhuang, I once accompanied the inner banquet in Zhaoyang.  Thousands of songs and dances are countless, but the neon dress dance is my favorite.  During the dance, it is cold and fresh, and the spring breeze is in the sky, in front of the incense table under the jade hook bar.

    Yan Ruyu, the dancer in front of the table, doesn't wear traditional clothes.  Hongshang and Xia Pei step by step and shake the crown, and the tins and wreaths are full of Pei Shanshan.  Pingting doesn't seem to let Luo Qi go, Gu Tingle suspends and stops.

    The chime, flute, zither and flute are handed over to each other, and the sound of blowing and playing is meandering.  The six performances of the prologue have not touched the clothes, and the clouds on the balcony do not fly.  The middle sequence breaks and the first stage enters the auction, the autumn bamboo poles are cracked and the spring ice is torn apart.

    ? Floating and turning back to the light snow, Yan Ran sent You Long in shock.  The willow is weak behind the little hanging hands, and the clouds are about to be born when they are slanting their trains.  The smoke moth is a little overwhelmed, and the wind sleeves are lowered as if they are affectionate.

    Shangyuan ordered the servant girl to recruit calyx green, and the Queen Mother waved Feiqiong farewell.  Twelve times of complicated sounds and urgent rhythms, jumping beads and shaking jade He Kengzheng.  The Xiangluan dances but retracts its wings, and the song of the Crane ends up making a long song.

    At that time, I was shocked at the first sight, but it was not enough to stare and listen.  I have been in the world for eight or nine years, and I have never heard this song.  In Pancheng, only mandrills can be heard, and in Baxia, only cuckoos can be heard crying.

    In the second year of Qiantang's transfer, he was in the mood to ask Sizhu.  Linglong Konghou Xie Haozheng, Chen Chongxi Li Shen Pingsheng.  The clear strings are crisp, the pipes are slender, and the neon clothes are taught to form a song.

    By the lakeside in front of the Xubai Pavilion, you should only press it three times before and after.  Then get rid of the concubine and give up. I heard that now they are all separated.  In May of this year, I went to Suzhou to urge whiteheads at the clock and evening corners.

    Greedy looking at the copybooks often invades the night, and does not listen to the music until autumn.  Autumn comes with nothing to worry about, and I suddenly recall that there is nowhere to ask about neon clothes.  Hearing that there are many musicians in the army, I asked if there were any dancers in neon clothes.

    A: Of the 100,000 households in the seven counties, no one knows that there is a neon dress dance.  Only send a long song and come with me, titled as a spectrum of neon clothes and feathers.  Four pieces of flower paper are green and red, and the neon clothes are recorded in them.

    The various poses and shapes are clearly visible, just like the dancers in Zhaoyang.  It seems to see the shape and quality in front of the eyes, and the past and the present are the same.  Doubt comes from the call of the soul and dream, and it seems to be written with a picture.

    I love neon clothes, you know it together, it comes from singing and poetry.  Don't you see my song saying: "Shocking the neon clothes and feather clothes song." I don't see my poem saying: "When the song loves the neon clothes before shooting."

    ?Everything has its own origin and ability, and the Yang family created the soundtrack.  The king said that this dance is rare, and it must be a poor girl in Qingcheng.  Wu Yao and Xiaoyu fly into smoke, and the more beautiful Xishi turns into dust.

    Jiaohuaqiao smiled for a long time and was lonely, and the doll house was empty.  As you say, sincerity is true, try to listen to me calmly.  If you want the beauty of the country, it will be reproduced, but I am afraid that this dance will be abandoned in the world.

    The good and bad of beauty and beauty are far away from each other, and most of them are only praised by others.  Don't dislike Li Juan's openness, and she also intends to teach and learn as she pleases.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)sp;  Don't you see my song saying: "Shocking the neon clothes and feather clothes song." I don't see my poem saying: "When the song loves the neon clothes before shooting."

    ?Everything has its own origin and ability, and the Yang family created the soundtrack.  The king said that this dance is rare, and it must be a poor girl in Qingcheng.  Wu Yao and Xiaoyu fly into smoke, and the more beautiful Xishi turns into dust.

    Jiaohuaqiao smiled for a long time and was lonely, and the doll house was empty.  As you say, sincerity is true, try to listen to me calmly.  If you want the beauty of the country, it will be reproduced, but I am afraid that this dance will be abandoned in the world.

    The good and bad of beauty and beauty are far away from each other, and most of them are only praised by others.  Don't dislike Li Juan's openness, and she also intends to teach and learn as she pleases.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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