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- In the past few days, relatives and friends rarely visited each other and gave each other gifts. Needless to say, the Yang family was full of people and guests every day. Because there were so many visitors, some people even waited outside the door before dawn in order to see Yang Yi. Yang Yi was busy socializing every day and was very tired.
On New Year's Eve, no one finally came to the door. Yang Yi thought he could sleep in, but the genius Meng Mengliang and Thirteenth Niang pushed him awake.
"Officer, get up soon."
Yang Yi opened his hazy sleepy eyes and saw Thirteenth Niang had sat up and was pushing him gently. Ming'er, who was dressed pretty in new clothes, had already brought hot water and was ready to wait for him and Thirteen Niang to wash up.
The cold air from outside made Yang Yi tremble. He hugged Thirteen Niang and covered her back under the quilt.
"Madam, it's not dark yet. There's nothing to do today. Let's sleep a little longer."
"Guanren, who said it's okay? There are many things to do. Guanren is the head of the family. He will bring Ruier to sacrifice later. Hmm."
Yang Yi kissed her before she finished speaking and sealed her mouth with his mouth. Thirteenth Niang was speechless by his kiss. She stretched her fingers to his waist, but she thought about the fact that her officials had been arriving from early in the morning these days. Being busy with social activities at night was really tiring, so I didn't want to bother him anymore.
Yang Yi originally just wanted to stop Thirteenth Niang from talking, but men's hormone secretion is particularly strong in the morning, and after a kiss, he was already very angry.
After Ming'er put the water on the shelf, she turned around and saw the situation on the bed. She couldn't help but want to laugh, clasped her hands and feet and retreated to the outside room.
Thirteenth Niang was panting at this time and her face was red. She didn't want to flirt with him, but she had to persuade her: "Guan. Official, we really have to get up. Maybe my mother-in-law is already waiting. It¡¯s over, officials. A concubine shouldn¡¯t upset an official¡¯s mind, but ¡°Zuo Zhuan¡± says: The most important thing in the country is to sacrifice to the army. The same is true for a family. Sacrifice is a top priority, and we really can¡¯t delay it today.¡±
"My lady, the most important thing for the country is to sacrifice to the army. This is true, but the king pays attention to sacrifices in order to maintain the privileges of sacrifice. He uses this God-given privilege to declare the legitimacy of his rule and dissuade others from spying on the throne. Madam, , Officer, in this family, am I still afraid that others will spy on my position as the head of the family? "
"Officials should not talk nonsense, let alone the king's affairs. Sacrificing ancestors is a matter of course."
"My lady is right, the problem is that I have no ancestors to sacrifice to you."
After hearing what he said, Thirteenth Mother was stunned for a moment when she thought of Yang Yi's life experience. She sighed quietly, held Yang Yi's face and looked at it quietly and stopped talking.
Yang Yi hugged her into his arms, caressed her beautiful body and said with a smile: "Madam, you don't have to be like this. Heroes don't care about their origins, but what if officials have no ancestors to sacrifice? Okay. Let's get up."
Yang Yi didn¡¯t want to embarrass her, so he finally got up.
In the afternoon, the sound of firecrackers was heard everywhere in the East Stable, creating a lively festive atmosphere. Yang Yi led Yang Rui and others to perform some ritual sacrifices. So I set up a glass of wine in the corner pavilion in the backyard to enjoy the snow.
The courtyard of the Yang family is quite deep, with rows of palaces and pavilions, and the undulating high walls are covered with snow everywhere. It's white, but there are lanterns hanging high on the winding corridors. Colorful silk floats in the air, adding a strong sense of New Year joy.
Qing Niang was wearing a brand-new golden rose skirt with peonies and colorful butterflies playing with flowers, and a white jade hairpin inlaid with red coral beads was inserted into her bun. She was as bright as the autumn moon and as delicate as a three-spring willow. At Yang Yi's request, she He walked a few steps in the pavilion, and then slowly chanted:
Spring comes to Changmen and the grass is green,
The red plum blossoms are broken,
Not evenly spread.
The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust,
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It was a shocking surprise.
The shadow of flowers weighs heavily on the door,
The sparse curtains spread out against the pale moon,
What a good evening.
He lost to Dongjun three times in two years.
Returning also,
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"Good poem, Qin'er, hurry up and record it." Yang Yi praised him repeatedly after listening to it, and urged Qin Cao at the table to quickly record the lyrics.
Qingniang walked to the stone table and said with a smile: "I don't dare to do anything for Sister Qin. Let me record it. It's time for Sister Qin to compose a song."
After Qin Cao gave birth to her son, she gained a more mature charm, with rosy skin and graceful figure. Her skirt trailed six lengths of Xiaoxiang water, her temples had Wushan clouds, and her brows were full of joy, just like a delicate peony. She had a unique and moving charm. Rhyme.
She smiled and said: "I don't dare to show my shame in front of our Qing Niang."
Qin Cao was born in a famous brothel and had very good literary qualities. When she was in Hangzhou, she corrected an official's mistake in chanting Qin Shaoyou's "Man Ting Fang". The official was surprised and asked Qin Cao to change the entire poem to a rhyme.
Qin Cao chants in response to the sound, which is based on the original meaning of Qin CiFa, clever and new rhyme, without leaving any trace, smooth and smooth, and it was once spread as a festive saying at that time.
In this era, generally speaking, brothel girls are definitely the most culturally educated group among women. Generally speaking, after being promoted to high school, scholars always like to go to brothels to have banquets. During the banquet, famous prostitutes are inevitably invited to serve wine. Talking about poetry and songs;
In the process of this day, many scholars often find that the talents and learning they are proud of are not as good as those of the brothel girls, and many people feel ashamed of it.
In the third year of Chunhua (992), when the peonies in Taiping Xingguo Temple in Tokyo were in full bloom, there was a brothel woman who was old and beautiful. She became sentimental when looking at the flowers and wrote a poem on the temple wall: I once took advantage of the east wind to watch a few rounds, risking my life. The frost is blooming and calling out all the people in the city. The residual fat and pink pity is still there, and I want to borrow some spring from Amitabha. This poem is so expressive that the brothel woman's residence was once again crowded with cars and horses. It can be seen that it is very necessary for brothel girls to have the ability to compose poems and lyrics, because only in this way can they win the favor of the scholar-bureaucrats.
Therefore, brothel girls usually work hard on their cultural accomplishments. Among them, there are many who are knowledgeable and excellent in poetry and painting. Qin Cao is such a woman. She is proficient in chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and song, but she is exquisite in everything. Behind the Mountain, he has a calm and talkative personality, and has always been quiet.
Qing Niang did not obey her, she rolled up her sleeves and said, "Sister Qin'er, just compose a song."
Qin Cao didn't wait for her to finish and said with a smile: "Qing Niang, if you want to hear good works, you have found the wrong person to recite poems and compose poems. You should be looking for your brother Yang."
After Qin Cao finished speaking, Chun Shan's eyebrows relaxed slightly and his eyes looked towards Yang Yi. Then Adela, Mu Wanling and the other girls also looked at him. Yang Yi seemed not to notice everyone's gaze. He raised his glass and drank, shaking his head and closing his eyes as if savoring the lingering fragrance of the wine.
Seeing that he acted like it had nothing to do with her, Qing Niang immediately forgot to beg Qin to operate the poem. She came over and snatched the empty cup from his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, stop pretending. Are you guys waiting for you?"
Yang Yi woke up in a daze, blinked a few times and said: "Wait for me, who is waiting for me? Is it Qing Niang? Okay, come on, come on."
"Ah! Brother Yang, don't be mischievous. They say everyone is waiting for you to write a poem." Qing Niang was extremely embarrassed. She gently twisted her waist to get out of his embrace, and Yi Xi's pretty face was filled with peach halo.
Under Qing Niang's call, Qin Cao, Adela and others "condemned" Yang Yi's "immoral" behavior.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, let's not write poetry, I thought of a good idea, Xiao Ai, go find some red paper. Qing Niang."
"What orders does Brother Yang have?"
"Shi Mo!"
Yang Yi waved his sleeves and held the pen in his hand, with the power to conquer mountains and rivers. Qing Niang smiled and obediently came up to help him grind the ink. Just waiting to see what tricks he will come up with again.
When Xiao Ai got the red paper, Yang Yi personally cut it into palm-sized strips. Everyone looked at him strangely, and Qing Niang couldn't help but ask: "Brother Yang, what are you going to write on the red paper?"
Yang Yi didn't say anything, and was full of ink. After smoothing the strokes, he lifted the pen and touched Qing Niang's nose, which was filled with anticipation.
"Ah! Brother Yang is dead." Qing Niang was so frightened that she kept running away, covering her face with her hands and not daring to let go.
Of course, Yang Yi would not really hit her, but he was just trying to scare her. Seeing that the effect was obvious, he laughed and wrote on the red paper:
Cut poems and flowers into bones,
Take the mirror jade as a god.
After finishing writing, Yang Yi smiled and said: "Qing Niang, these are the Spring Festival couplets I gave you to stick on Xianggui. Xiao Ai, after the ink is dry, take them to Qing Niang's small building and stick them on."
Seeing such sentences with excellent artistic conception, all the girls' faces were filled with joy, especially Qingniang, who was happy but also a little shy. Yang Yi clearly pointed out that this poem was for her, and cut the flowers into bones. Take jade as a god. The praise is beyond words.
"Brother Yang, are you doing a spring post?" Qing Niang asked shyly, which meant to divert everyone's attention.
Yang Yi smiled and said: "I call them Spring Festival couplets. From this year on, our family will post Spring Festival couplets on New Year's Eve."
Nowadays, there is no such thing as posting Spring Festival couplets on New Year's Eve. Folks usually change the couplets on New Year's Eve. Although the Bachelor's College also sends spring stickers to the palace every spring, it is not on New Year's Eve, but on the first day of spring. Yang Yi's approach can be regarded as a pioneering work.
After he finished speaking, he picked up his pen and wrote another couplet:
The rain cleared the forest and cleared the stone air;
Spring brings the green mountains into the heart of poetry.
After writing, he said to Qin Cao: "Qin'er, this is yours."
Qin Cao didn't wait for the ink to dry and quickly put it away because Yang Yi's couplet was so in line with her heart that she was extremely happy.
Yang Yi picked up his pen and wrote again:
The moon is like a red light rising from the high mountains,
The crane lives in the front mountain because of the plum trees.
"Adela, this is yours."
"Ah, are there any slaves?"
"Of course, peopleYes, there are Spring Festival couplets posted on every door in my house. "
Qing Niang looked at it but she had a surname. Every couplet written by Yang Yi was elegant and ethereal, and her lips and teeth were fragrant when she read it. Qing Niang was intoxicated for a while.
Yang Yi didn¡¯t need to think too much at all, he just picked up the brush and wrote the Spring Festival couplets of all the girls in one breath, without missing a single one. Each couplet was so tasteful that everyone was amazed.
Yang Yi finally wrote a couplet:
Green pines and green bamboos are such a wonderful guest,
Mingyue Qingfeng is an old friend.
After writing, he smiled and asked Qing Niang: "Where does Qing Niang think this couplet fits?"
Qingniang replied: "It's most suitable for use in the study room. Well, it can also be used in the front hall."
"Just use it in the study. Okay, I'm tired. It's your turn to think about it next."
??The Yang family has many families and buildings, and Yang Yi is not willing to take care of all the door couplets. He must give Qing Niang, Qin Cao and other daughters some room for filial piety;
Qing Niang and others were attracted, and they did not refuse. They each started thinking about couplets, especially Qing Niang who was too serious. Yang Yi scratched the tip of her nose, but she just wrinkled her nose and had no other reaction.
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