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Chapter 100 Flowing Water Ruthless Love Falling Flowers

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    [1] "Golden Luosuo. The boudoir does not relieve sorrow" Meng Chengshun. Yuan song

    The deep boudoir does not relieve her sorrow, because her sorrow is steep.

    It's not to hurt spring, but it seems to hurt spring and thin.

    ? Days and nights, thinking leisurely,

    It turns into spring waves and flows continuously.

    Just do the Tao, Chunbo has a break and love is hard to break,

    For a moment, there is a lot of worry.

    At Han Wo's wedding banquet, Sun Zhizhi met mostly officials of higher rank than himself.

    Although Sun Zhizhi is old, he needs to go up to toast.  Before the end of the round, he was a little drunk, and before the bride got on the sedan chair, he went home first.

    After all, Sun Zhizhi was in his sixties, and he became intoxicated after returning home.  The old lady and Wen Jiao urged the servants to bring tea and soup, and they were extremely busy.

    In the middle of the night, the whole house was exhausted.  Seeing that the old lady was short of manpower, Wenjiao sent Xiaohui and Ziyan to the old lady so that they could serve at night, but she slipped out by herself.

    It was already very late when Gao Wenxiu returned to Grandpa's house after making trouble in the new house.

    He just felt light-headed and groggy.  As soon as he entered the door, he plunged into the study and fell asleep soundly.

    Wen Jiao quietly walked along the corridor to the small window outside the study room, knocked lightly on the window lattice, but there was no response, and then called out in a low voice: "Third Brother, Third Brother."  Lying down in his clothes, he suddenly turned over and fell asleep inward.

    Wenjiao couldn't help but her heart moved: "Dare to pretend to be asleep because yesterday's appointment annoyed him, deliberately embarrassing me hereThird brother, third brother, you are so small, how can you blame me for what happened last night?"

    Just as he was thinking, he heard Wenxiu snoring again.

    Wen Jiao said inwardly: "You really look like you're pretending! People say that scholars have been so ruthless since ancient times, and they used to act on every occasion. I treat you with sincerity, but you treat others with hypocrisy. I only hate myself for how I can treat my true feelings.  I told him everything" Thinking of this, I felt remorse, my heart twitched and my chest felt tight, my head felt dizzy, and I almost couldn't hold it anymore, tears fell down like broken beads.  Ignoring the wet moss and slippery path, I staggered all the way back to the embroidery pavilion.

    [2] "Huanxisha. Dreaming on the Qin Tower" Meng Chengshun. Yuan Song

    ? Dreaming of going to the Qin Tower to be a fan of smoke trees,

    Wake up and frown the eyebrows of the distant mountain,

    Who knows who knows.

    ? When the night encounters the coldness of spring, I feel anxious,

    The dawn window is dark and the flowers and branches are reflected,

    Luo Qun dripped all the tears and rouge.

    When Wenxiu woke up, it was broad daylight.

    This is the rare sound sleep he has had in the past two weeks since he arrived at his grandfather's house.

    After waking up, seeing a shower outside the window, I felt depressed.  After washing up, he ate some snacks and fruit, and after helping his grandfather with some chores, he walked to Wenjiaoxiu Pavilion in the backyard.

    Upon entering the door, seeing Wen Jiao lying on the bed wiping her tears, she rushed forward and asked, "Why is my sister sad?"

    When Wen Jiao saw Wen Xiu come in, she felt more and more aggrieved, turned around and sobbed, and burst into tears.

    Wenxiu didn't understand, so she turned to Wenjiao and asked, "Could it be that you're not feeling well, and I'll let the old courtyard master go and invite the imperial physician."

    Wen Jiao turned around, still weeping.

    Wenxiu was very anxious, and asked again: "Is there still something not going well? You are talking."

    Wen Jiao was full of words stuck in her throat, but she couldn't utter a single word.

    Wenxiu was so anxious that she ran around on the ground, and said after a long while: "What's going on, you have to talk, you and I are in love, let me know if there is anything, don't make me so anxious, okay?"

    "Bah!" Wen Jiao got up, wiped the tears from her face, spat softly, and then said: "You still know that you are anxious? What are you anxious about? Since ancient times, I am so lucky to be a scholar. I am really happy today."  Blind."

    Hearing these words, Wenxiu felt as if she was in a fog, and said in a daze: "Where did you say this? What a pity, why is my sister so open? I'm really confused, where did this come from?  "

    Wen Jiao said angrily: "You are confused, you are like a mirror in your heart, why pretend to be confused?"

    "Pretend to be confused, how can I pretend to be confused? My sister explained clearly, even if I die, I have to be a fool!"

    "I don't want to hear about death and death. In the middle of the night yesterday, I wentgo" Wen Jiao felt wronged again and couldn't continue.

    Wenxiu widened her eyes and asked, "Where did my sister go?"

    Wen Jiao choked with sobs and said, "Gogo to the study to see you."

    Wenxiu couldn't believe her ears, and asked, "What? Sister, you went to the study in the middle of the night?"

      Wen Jiao said angrily: "You are still pretending, I have been calling for a long time, but you just ignore it, why are you so happy? Say it, say it!"

    "Ah! My God! My God! Why do you always fight against me, Wenxiu?" Gao Wenxiu was so anxious that she was at a loss and cried out.

    "What are you calling? Who is against you? Could it be that you have been wronged?" Wen Jiao refused to forgive.

    Wenxiu's face turned purple, and she repeatedly defended: "You are wronged, you are wronged, you are wronged! Sister, I got too drunk yesterday and fell asleep all night. I never thought that you would go to see"

    "Forget it, there's no need to quibble, who doesn't know how to be drunk, you clearly use this as an excuse. I've come here today to repeat the old tricks, I can see it through" Wen Jiao covered her face and sobbed again.

    Wenxiu was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. She caught sight of the scissors in the sewing box on the bed and picked up the scissors. Kneeling on the ground, she yanked off the jade hairpin on her head, and her hair bun suddenly fell apart, picking up a strand of black hair[1], "  "Crack" and cut it down.

    Wen Jiao hurriedly looked up when she heard the sound, she was so shocked that she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

    Wenxiu held the strand of blue silk in both hands, and handed it to Wenjiao, with tears in her eyes, she said: "Yingqing, my good sister, if I fail you, this hair will be like this hair."

    Seeing this, Wenjiao thought that maybe he had been wronged, so she immediately supported her with her hands: "Third brother, get up quickly, there is gold under the man's knees, how can I tell you to kneel today and kneel tomorrow, it will be a shame for my little sister."  .”

    Seeing that Wen Jiao had forgiven herself, Wenxiu got up and put her hair back into the bun in front of the bronze mirror.

    Wen Jiao hurriedly tied the strand of blue silk with colorful silk thread and tucked it tightly in her bosom, and later embroidered a sachet for it and put it in it.

    When Wenxiu saw that the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, her heart just dropped.

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    Notes

    [1] Qingsi

    In ancient languages, cyan means black; Qingsi means black hair.

    (1) Love token

    The long hair of ancient women is often used as tokens of love, "green" means "love".

    The most "lingering" thing on a woman is the long hair, which looks like "silk", "silk" and "si" are the same sound, and "green silk" is the sound of "feeling".  Isn't it the best expression to give a loved one with "green silk"?

    Seeing "Qingsi", I think of you.

    In the story of the West, when Zhang Sheng was going to take the No. 1 Scholar Examination, before leaving, Cui Yingying gave Zhang Sheng a strand of blue silk, asking him to remember himself, which also represented the meaning of missing.

    (2) Broken Love

    The hair of the ancients was revered as the top of the head and regarded as a very precious thing, especially women's hair.

    Men's hair is generally not easy to touch, which shows how much the ancients worshiped hair.  The "Book of Filial Piety" says: The body, the hair and the skin, are received by the parents, and they dare not damage them. This is the beginning of filial piety.  Stand up and practice the Way, make your name known to future generations, and honor your parents. This is the end of filial piety.

    This sentence means that the hair on one's head cannot be moved randomly.  Only those who are trapped by love cut off their black hair and become monks.  Consider shaving your hair as the most basic thing to get rid of the mundane world, and at the same time cut off everything that has something to do with your hair.  Because, hair belongs to women's decoration first, and it is also a bargaining chip for women to maintain their beauty.

    The meaning of breaking the blue silk is just like this - breaking everything, breaking the emotion.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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