Do you know? Do you know? It should be Green Fat Red Thin Episode 57

  In early February, the cold weather was still lingering, but the branches and leaves were already showing signs of new life. With a clear mind and great determination, I wrote two large characters to welcome spring. Then, I opened up my desk that had been idle all winter and ground some ink with my inkstone. Just as I was about to start writing, someone came knocking on the door.

  After the polite conversation, he raised his head and saw that on the large marble desk inlaid with Huang Hua Li wood carvings of sea holly, a layer of snow-white Xuan paper had been spread out, with ink marks still wet. He smiled and said: "I'm disturbing you while you're working hard." Ming Xiao Xiao: "It's just scribbling, how can it be considered working hard?"

  He walked over to the case, picked up the paper and looked at it with a critical eye: "You dare to write with such poor skills?! Not even half of the strokes have any strength, the characters are all bunched together!"

  He was scolded as soon as he opened his mouth and said with a smile: I'm just a small script, can still see people, and can practice copying scriptures. Can those who practice in their spare time to make up for some artistic points for the college entrance examination be compared with those who pursue art day and night?

  She glanced at Ming with disdain, didn't say a word, picked up the pen and wrote a few more strokes to continue the sentence "Spring River water warm duck first know" Indeed, it was full and round, much stronger than Ming's few words. However... although she couldn't write, she could also see that these few words were inferior to Laozi's.

  Of course, Ming shouted loudly and praised himself for these few words, feeling quite pleased with himself. He then continued writing and had just finished the last word when he added a strong dot to the "time" character. She saw it and frowned, saying: "What are you doing here too?"

  Just as he was about to praise the last stroke, he pushed open the door and came in. The other side lifted the curtain, and Yan Cao had already gotten used to it and went to make tea without waiting for instructions. Putting down his brush, he turned out from behind the desk and smiled: "You're here, so I'm not coming?" Ming hurriedly made a joke, self-deprecatingly saying: "Mainly because my tea and snacks are especially good."

  He gave her a quick kiss.

  I don't know when it started, but the three sisters often gather at the twilight studio. To be honest, the Peach Garden is actually the most comfortable and luxurious place, but every time they go in, they have to joke about being "common and rustic". The Mountain Moon House is the most elegant and pleasant, with papers and inkstones scattered all over the floor, and going in requires provoking a few rounds of "fake scholars". This often doesn't even get two sentences out before it erupts into war; only Ming's thick skin can shrug it off.

  She walked around the desk and also went to see the big character. Although she couldn't evaluate the quality of the characters, she still wanted to say a few words: "Why not use Xizhi paper? Didn't my uncle send many over for New Year's this time?" Ming Long said with a hint of fear: "That's too expensive, we don't need it for ordinary calligraphy."

  Snorted: writing looks at the brushwork is Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Pavilion" but it was written on ordinary paper yet it has been passed down for thousands of years what kind of paper is that?

  I'll interrupt: You two are both right, but with my calligraphy skills, I'm only worthy of this ordinary Xuan paper. If you want to come to me for a letter, please bring your own stationery.

  She wasn't afraid of their quarrels, but the worst was when they fought on the battlefield. She didn't want to go back to that day when she and he had a falling out, and in anger, she smashed a cloisonné perfume box and threw away three bean-green glaze Xishi cups. He didn't ask for compensation, but Ming's heart ached.

  Yancao brought the tea tray and placed it on the table, then picked up a small basket and said with a smile: "Yesterday, Fang's mother made some new bean paste pastries. I snatched them from her and brought them here for you two to try."

  Chang Pin commented on the tea and water a few sentences, as usual also picked at the snacks a few sentences, only then did the atmosphere become harmonious.

  After a few words, he said that his mother had told him that Mrs. He was quite skilled in medicine and came to visit the old man. Without saying a few words, she took the old man's pulse and examined his body, and then didn't let us go see her.

  Siwen moved the tea bowl cover and smiled: I heard that the Gongzi of He's family who came together also studied medicine; Ah... Practicing medicine is a pity, it has entered the hospital to suffer from the hospital's judgment, at most it can only be five or six products.

  "Hmph! If you're capable, then don't look down on doctors for the rest of your life! Not paying attention, just glanced at Ming with a hint of meaning and smiled: However... in a clean and simple door."

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  Mei bowed her head to drink tea, not knowing the inside story, and changed the subject: "In two days, I'll go to Guangji Temple. Six sisters can think about what to wear. I want to put on that pair of heavy silk inlaid pearl phoenix hairpin on my head. The treasure shrimp-shaped coiled hair will be fun to play with."

  Ming smiled and said: I'll just wear that silver inlaid jade lotus flower headpiece. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, saying: Can't you give our family some face? If not for me, lend it to someone else! Overbearing.

  Don't be so careless, put down the tea bowl and listen to me: Let's go make an offering and pray for blessings. You're wearing so much gold, be careful not to dazzle the Bodhisattva's eyes or they won't hear your prayers! Long face? Be careful not to get robbed, that would really be a long face!

  "Who dares to rob under the feet of the Son of Heaven? After being cooped up for so many days, I want to have some fun. And I'll wear that gemstone hairpin and pearl necklace too." The intention to show off is evident in her words.

  "My goodness! With this outfit, you could open a jewelry store! Spare that poor neck of yours! Ming made a sarcastic comment and reached out to pinch her face, but Ming quickly dodged."

  Seeing them laughing and chatting, she felt a bit left out and coldly said: In previous years, we would go to worship in the first month, but this year it was delayed until now. What's so interesting? You're still so happy.

  She immediately turned her head and retorted: I've told you before, the capital is full of fish and dragons mixed together. If we go to burn incense during the busy month, it won't be convenient. Just take a look at the time and don't stir up some stories! Do you think you can drive away the idle people inside and outside the temple in Dengzhou? What if those idle rogues see us?

  She smiled and said, "Sister, you've read too many plays. You're worrying too much. Many famous families have gone to the moon before, but we can't see them being careful. They must be on their guard against something. It's really too cautious. After all, they are old."

  Ming listened with great discomfort, furrowing his brow and saying: "Can't a famous family like yours have a prodigal son? Someone as beautiful as you is loved by everyone, why not cause some trouble for your father and brother?" His voice unconsciously carried a few hints of coldness.

  Sheng Sheng's face turned red with anger as he gritted his teeth and shouted: "What did you mean by that, sister?!"

  Ming smiled and said: "What did you say?"

  Furiously staring at each other, Ming didn't back down one bit and was very excited. Unfortunately, the two only locked eyes for a moment before Ming looked away with a warm smile and said: "Little sister means that seniors are always more considerate than us, we juniors should just listen obediently."

  She sat down with a huff, still feeling it wasn't enough and wanted to add two more pieces of firewood. Suddenly the curtain was lifted and a lively and delicate little maid slipped in beside her. The little maid, Xiao Xi, curtsied to several girls and then turned to Xiangyun and said: "Fifth Young Miss is calling for you."

  She slapped her face lightly and exclaimed: "Oh, I forgot! She asked me to help her with some accounting books. And intentionally looked at two unintentionally... Fourth Sixth sister, I'll go first. Saying that, she hurriedly left.

  After waiting for the person to walk far away, he heavily slapped the table and said: Look at her arrogant face! It's also too biased!

  Ming Duan picked up the tea bowl and gently blew on it, saying: "Lin Niang taught me four poems, five songs, and how to manage a household by keeping accounts. I learned some needlework from Fang Mama. Isn't that enough?"

  Qingming only felt a punch in the stomach, and with a stifled breath, he said in a mysterious tone: "I heard that the grandfather of the He family's young master has retired, and there is only one great uncle in the south who serves as the prefecture chief. I don't know if he will take care of his nephew."

  He didn't say a word, but quietly listened to her finish speaking before putting down the tea bowl and slightly turning his body towards her, saying: "Do you still remember the beauty of Dengzhou?"

  Unexpectedly, Ming suddenly brought this up and was stunned for a moment before saying: What's wrong?

  Miss Liu, the second daughter of the Liu family, is also a kind and gentle soul. Last year, she married a poor but talented local scholar. Not just her, many of our sisters in the inner chambers have gotten married, haven't they?

  She gradually understood her meaning, and her face turned very ugly. Her delicate eyebrows arched into a sharp triangle as she said: "To mention them, the luckiest one among them was Yunzhu, who married the son of a colleague. That's because her family didn't have a daughter, so they treated Yunzhu like their own flesh and blood. As for the others, Jinei married a middle-aged man with experience as a concubine, but he had no children. Chunni married an official in the town, but she was childless too. The most pitiful ones were Shunniang's sisters. Their father, County Magistrate Qian, only cared about himself and his wealth and women, never taking care of his illegitimate children's lives or deaths. One sister was given to the Governor of Shandong as a concubine, while another married an old rich man in the countryside as a concubine, exchanging many gifts for money..."

  I recall those girls I used to know, so delicate and beautiful, but now they're all gone with the wind. My heart is heavy as I sigh softly: It's fortunate that we can still socialize outside and have some dignity. What about those ordinary girls who are confined at home? ... Now that I'm marrying into the Earl's household, these past few days I've seen several noble ladies from the capital, all of whom are very dignified. But can we compare to them?

  The difference between a legitimate daughter and an illegitimate daughter is not just about birth and upbringing. A legitimate daughter can be both defensive and offensive, and it's possible for her to climb up the social ladder by marrying well. However, an illegitimate daughter is different. Although they may live in the same circle, see the same people, and have similar lives, when it comes to marriage, there's a huge difference of tens of thousands of miles. This kind of comparison can evoke a strong sense of loss and is quite frightening.

  Qingyue said: We are not the same, my father is an official and my brother is talented and accomplished at a young age. She paused and said in a low voice: Don't mention anything about birth order or talent and appearance, which one of those things have I lost to others? It's just that I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Just look at the people in the Changdong House, even the lowest servant looks down on me. If I don't pay attention, I'll be trampled into the mud. Why should I spend my whole life being inferior to others?

  Suddenly feeling suffocated, she got up to open the window and whispered: "I hope everything goes as planned." How can you distinguish between being ambitious and being discontent? If one climbs high but falls heavily and doesn't succeed, what then? Her sister had already advised her on this matter, if she continued to be obstinate and refused to understand, it was no one else's fault. Ming didn't worship the Holy Mother.