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Chapter 78 Small Eaves Swallows Fly Every Day

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    [1] "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?

    Sun Wenjiao didn't pay attention to Hongying, and just lowered her head to embroider.

    Hongying took the embroidery needle from Wenjiao's hand, and pulled Wenjiao's arm again.

    Wen Jiao evaded and said: "I'm too lazy to move, looking at the flowers and plants makes me more worried."

    Hongying hurriedly said: "It's not that I'm talkative. I see that the lady's embroidered skirt has become three or four pleated recently, and her waist has lost a size or two. I know you have something on your mind. Miss lives in rich clothes and fine food every day. The old man, madam  And if you look at her like a pearl in your palm, what kind of troubles can cause you to worry so much?" Hongying smiled slightly, "I guess, Miss must have heard that Zigui's wailing, afraid that the spring will fade But this matter  You can¡¯t say it, can you?¡±

    When Wenjiao heard this, her heart was touched, and she said coldly, "What is it? Zigui is crying, and the spring is fading, what does it have to do with me?"

    Hongying didn't wait for her to finish speaking, then continued: "Yes, yes, it has nothing to do with the lady, but you are alone in the boudoir, and there should be someone who can talk about yourself. When the old lady speaks, someone will say goodbye  , I just don't know"

    Wen Jiao interrupted her in a hurry, and asked angrily: "The dead girl is still silent, what do you know?"

    "Hmm I don't know what kind of person Miss wants?"

    When Wen Jiao heard this, her cheeks flushed with shame, her pink neck drooped, and she thought to herself: This damn girl, you are the only one who talks too much, I am a girl, how can you tell me how to say this?

    Seeing that the young lady was too shy and difficult to speak, Hongying looked around, approached, and said with a bent ear, "It's just you and me here, miss, but it's okay to say it. If you say it, I can take care of you."

    "This" Wenjiao really wanted to find someone trustworthy to confide in, seeing the sincerity on Hongying's face, she wanted to say it out, but she swallowed it back.

    Hongying knew that this was a matter of life, and it was really difficult for the young lady to say it by herself, so she smiled and said seductively: "In this capital, like Li Shen's yamen, Zhao Yuanwai's sons, these sky-high and rich children, how about it?"  ?¡±

    Wenjiao snorted and thought to herself: Playboys, who have taken advantage of the power and money of their parents and fathers, are all ignorant and incompetent.  If you marry such a child, it will be called Huashu and Cunlangzhe.  I absolutely do not want such a marriage!

    Seeing the disdain on Wenjiao's face, Hongying probed further and asked, "So you want to pick a romantic and talented man who reads sage books?"

    Wen Jiao sneered and said, "That's not necessarily the case, even the gifted one is different."

    "How is it different?"

    "The Han Sima is so talented that he can be regarded as the most talented man in ancient and modern times, but once he has to sit in a four-horse chariot, wouldn't he abandon Wenjun who was desperate to sell wine with him? Alas, Merry  Talented people are mostly fickle and ungrateful, see differences and want to change, how can they be trusted."

    Hongying pretended to be sad and said: "It's not good to be rich and powerful, and it's unreliable to be talented and beautiful, so what should I do?"

    Wen Jiao sighed softly and said: "Since ancient times, beauties have been stingy, and beautiful flowers are easy to break, but if you have a son with the same heart, live in the same house, die in the same hole, know each other for a lifetime, then you will be content."  Pa covered his blushing powder face.

    Like a mirror in her heart, Hongying probed further: "Marriage is predestined. If you don't leave the door, you can only rely on the orders of your parents and the words of the matchmaker. How can you get a congenial son? Hey~, in front of you  There is a man who is both talented and beautiful, and he and Miss have known each other since childhood, so they are a natural couple."

    Wenjiao was embarrassed by Hongying's words, and she felt shy and angry, and said: "You are a little girl, you only talk about shameless things. How can I get married with his brother and sister?"

    Hongying thought to herself, I haven't said who it is yet, so you don't want to tell yourself, so she said: "This is also a good thing, so why not talk about it? Besides, what's wrong with kissing and getting closer?"

    Wen Jiao changed her face, got up, stood up and lowered her voice, pointing to the side and said: "Damn girl, aren't you afraid that the wall has ears and listened secretly? You have nothing to cover your mouth, and you speak softly. You are looking for death!"

    Seeing that the young lady became serious, Hongying was afraid that it would be boring to continue, so she waved her hands again and again: "Forget it, forget it, it's all my meddling and gossip, okay! It's getting late, I'll see Madam."

    Hongying then turned around and left, thinking to herself: You have five things on your mind, and I know three points, so why hide it and refuse to admit it.  Miss, Miss, although you are unique in love, I also know a lot about it. If you want to be that Yingying, you must also have me be that matchmaker to thread the needle for you.

    ¡¾two¡¿"Huanshaxi. Evil Lovesickness" Meng Chengshun. Yuan Song

    Evil lovesickness, without evidence,

    To this day, it has turned into a void.

    You are hot, like flowers and spring trees, buzzing;

    In your cold place, you are like the lonely shadow of wild goose on the river in autumn.

    No matter what the situation is, Kong is leaving people behind.

    I think it's better to get it back as soon as possible.

    I have nothing to say from my heart,

    Then simply write a poem at the green window [1].

    ? Sun Wenjiao was broken by Hongying, and became more and more emotional. Unconsciously, it was the evening clouds, the moon rabbit rising east, thinking about the long spring night, and couldn't help but sighed.

    Before the sound was finished, I felt light footsteps behind me, and I turned my head to look in shock, but saw Wenxiu Confucianism's scarf and green shirt approaching, her heart jumped in a ball, and she hurriedly turned her head around.

    Wen Xiuben was passing by here, and she caught a glimpse of Wen Jiao leaning on the embroidery bed, frowning and sighing quietly, seeming to be emotional.  Seeing that there was no one around, I secretly rejoiced in my heart, God gave me a good opportunity, why not go forward to express my heart to her?

    He stepped up to her and asked in a low voice: "Why does my sister sigh at Yue Chang? Is it thoughtful? Or is there an appointment?"

    Wenjiao didn't know how to answer for a while, so she buried her head in silence, and then calmed down for a while, then said with a serious face, "Where did the third brother come from? It's getting late and the spring is cold, can't you feel it?"

    Wenxiu saw that Wenjiao had deliberately diverted the conversation, so she sighed helplessly: "The spring is cold, but the spring is strong!"

    Wen Jiao stared at Wen Xiu for a long while, hesitated to speak, then turned around and walked out of the corridor meandering away.

    Wenxiu shouted and couldn't chase, she was at a loss, and she lamented in her heart: "Yingqing, Yingqing, I really don't know what's on your mind? Are you really indifferent to me? I only pity that my unrequited love will cause you harm like this.  clean"

    A gust of wind hit, penetrating the muscles and bones, I couldn't help shivering, and my body and mind twitched.  Wenxiu went back to the study without emotion, neither sitting nor standing, in desperation, wrote a poem by the green window to comfort her wounded heart.

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    Notes

    [1] Green window

    1 Green window: green screen window.  Refers to the women's room.

    Song. Zhang Xian's "He Shengchao. Double Tune" lyrics:

    The light yellow shirt is heavily made up, and the gold shoes are small.  Ai came to the green window in front of the book, half and smiling charmingly.

    Sister Xie's poem is named Kongyao.  How clever.  Conflict is like a slave, spring comes with love, and chaos is like grass.

    2 Green window: refers to the living room of poor women.  Opposite to the red building, the red building is the living room of rich women.

    ? Tang. Bai Juyi "Qin Zhongyin. Marriage Proposal (A Poor Family Girl)"

    There is no right voice in the world, and melody is entertainment.  There is no positive color in the world, but a pleasant eye is a beautiful woman.  The colors are not far apart, but the rich and the poor are different.

    Poverty is abandoned by the times, and wealth is the trend of the times.  A rich girl in the Red Chamber, embroidered with golden thread.  Don't hold back your hands when you see people, you're a coquettish child in the early 28th.

    Mother and brother have not spoken, and they have been married for a while.  A poor girl from a poor family in Lvchuang, more than twenty lonely.  Jing Chai does not straighten money, and there are no real pearls on clothes.

    Several times people wanted to hire, but hesitated before the day.  The master will be a good matchmaker and fill the jade pot with wine.  Don't drink four seats, listen to my song two ways.

    ? Girls from rich families are easy to marry, and they marry early and neglect their husbands.  It is difficult for a girl from a poor family to marry, and she is filial to her aunt when she marries late.  I heard that you want to marry a wife, what do you want to marry a wife?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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