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Chapter 18 The Roses and Old Poems
clear?Understand what a ghost!Jiang Huiqing stared fixedly at Jiang Shaoyan in front of him with a face. The slow-moving body made people a little breathless just getting close. Under the inexplicable pressure, Jiang Hui instinctively shut his mouth.

Now that his legs and feet are inconvenient, the Jiang Fat Pig in front of him must seriously press down on him, fearing that his broken leg is still not healed, and his hand will also be broken.

Jiang Hui looked at Jiang Shaoyan in front of him bitterly: You are so fat!She looks quite proud of being so ugly!
Jiang Shaoyan ignored him after she finished speaking harshly, but asked someone to move the things back, so as not to bump into them in the west courtyard.

Xiangli didn't forget the jar of peony flower stew, ran up and picked up the jar of peony flower stew on the corner of the table and carefully put it back into the secret pocket on her chest.

While she was carrying her things, the little girl glanced out of the corner of her eyes and saw Jiang Hui, who was lying on the ground with his face on the ground, secretly looking at her with his bruised nose and swollen face.

"What are you looking at?" Xiangli muttered, and gave him a hard look.

How shameless to even steal Miss's peony brine!
Seeing Xiangli's behavior of protecting food, Jiang Hui was even more puzzled: he didn't pay attention to that jar of white porcelain bottle at first, but just took it by hand, but looking at the behavior of this girl, Xiangli, this thing is priceless baby!
Jiang Hui doesn't have much talent for appraising treasures, and the judgment of whether it is valuable or not depends entirely on who the owner of the treasure is and the attitude of the owner. For example, Jiang Shaoyan's things must be valuable, and for example, this unruly girl with a mole must be so precious. Everything.

Didn't she see the first face of those pearls? Did she run straight to the white porcelain vase without even looking at it?

Is it a valuable antique?Or porcelain produced by famous masters or famous kilns?

Jiang Hui rubbed his chin and thought: This thing should be very valuable. Maybe just such a white porcelain bottle is worth 8000 taels, which is enough for him to charter a few flower boats and go to restaurants countless times.

That's it, then we have to find a way to steal it, no, get it back.

After Jiang Shaoyan finished counting the things, she glanced at Jiang Hui, who was still wandering off the ground with his face on the ground, and left the west courtyard.

The moment she walked out of the west courtyard, Jiang Shaoyan couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and moved her arms, feeling a little unsatisfied.

It was the first time for her to experience such a simple house fight between siblings, so she was not used to it!

Returning to the east courtyard and putting things back in their original places, Jiang Shaoyan began to think about Mrs. Jingci's old friend who will soon come to Baoling.The attitude of asking for help to do things must be sufficient, not to mention that this matter is related to her wealth and life, even more so.

Therefore, Jiang Shaoyan was not hesitant to spend some energy to find what she liked. In addition to the peony brine, the clusters of early-blooming roses in the garden of the east courtyard also fell into her eyes.

The marinade made of flowers is essentially any kind of flower, but Jiang Shaoyan's favorite is the marinade made of roses, jasmine and osmanthus.

Jasmine and sweet-scented osmanthus are not yet in bloom, as are most roses. However, there are still a few clusters of roses that bloom in April in Jiang Shaoyan's flower garden. However, after enjoying the early roses for two days, Jiang Shaoyan staged a "hot hand destroying flowers" "The play code.Once you have enjoyed the flowers, then naturally don't waste the rest.

The method of rose marinade is similar to that of peony flower marinade. The petals are divided and washed, then smashed with a stone mortar, and mixed with sugar and honey to marinate.Compared with the scent of peony hazelnuts, the scent of rose hazelnuts is more domineering, and she likes it more.

But it's hard to say whether Mrs. Jingci and Mrs. Jingci's old friend like it or not.

Jiang Shaoyan sealed up the prepared rose marinade.

The early roses here are only a few clusters, which are not enough for brine, let alone others.After Jiang Shaoyan finished making the rose marinade, she walked to the edge of the flower garden and looked at the early roses that had been plucked out by her "tough hands".

If more roses are dried into tea, they can also be made into candied dried fruits like plums and peaches, which have a different taste.

After walking around the yard, Jiang Shaoyan returned to the house and called Xiangli to prepare her daily medicinal bath.

The pitch-black decoction was quite pungent, Xiangli stuffed two balls of cloth in her nose and poured the black decoction into the wooden barrel to watch Jiang Shaoyan sit in it.

The pitch-black decoction surface formed a stark contrast with Ruyu's skin.

The little girl was stunned for a while, and murmured: "Miss is really a person like jade snow."

Although it is because of the black soup and medicine to complement the color, it is also because of the young lady's fair skin.

Hearing Jiang Shaoyan smile, Xiangli sniffed, and said again: "Then what Qiushui regards as gods and jade as bones is probably like Miss!"

After all, following the original owner who likes to write poems and essays, Xiangli can occasionally say a line or two of poems.

Jiang Shaoyan shook her head with a smile, she didn't take it seriously, but when Xiangli mentioned it, she suddenly thought of something, and asked Xiangli: "I remember that I wrote some poems chanting the common people, do you still remember? "

Although she herself has a good memory, she can't create things out of nothing in the original owner's memory. Although she has some memories this time, she can't remember where those poems went.

After hearing this, Xiangli hurriedly said: "It's all in the box! The lady said earlier that those poems would not be ranked in the debate hall, so they were all put in the box. Oh, there are only a few poems by the second son of the season... ...Heh, it was that shameless thing who thought it was too easy to copy back."

Jiang Shaoyan's eyes flashed as he listened, and asked Xiangli: "Didn't I give the poems written by myself to the Second Young Master Ji?"

Xiangli shook her head and snorted coldly.At first, she saw that the surname Ji loved and added poems to the young lady, and she reluctantly liked him a little bit. After the clinker, the second son of Ji judged people by appearance, broke his promise, and even stabbed the young lady backhandedly, so Xiangli completely hated him. After seeing Ji Chonghuan, he didn't even bother to call out his name, so he simply said: "That shameless thing is very arrogant. The lady wanted to give him the poem, but he felt that the lady's handwriting was too delicate and not strong enough, so he copied it himself. go back."

Jiang Shaoyan nodded, said "Yes", and asked Xiangli to bring the box after taking the medicinal bath without saying a word, and then picked out the poems chanting the common people.

After reading every poem, Jiang Shaoyan's expression was a bit complicated.She knew that the original owner was a rare poetic talent, but at first she thought that because the original owner was protected by Jiang Zhao since childhood, and he was ignorant of foreign affairs, what he wrote was just some children's love works that hurt the spring and autumn, but she didn't expect the original owner to do it Wait for the poems to come.

"Cong Ju's two tears for the future, the lonely boat is the heart of the hometown. The cold clothes are everywhere, and the Baidi City is high and fast." Jiang Shaoyan read silently, and I don't know where the original owner heard about those soldiers 20 years ago. The past was made of this.Although I have never experienced it, but because I am naturally sensitive and good at empathy, this poem is indeed very well written.

It's just that no matter how good it is, you can't stay!A stern look flashed in Jiang Shaoyan's eyes: Although the original owner didn't think too much about it when she wrote the poems, if someone else cared about some of the poems, it can be said that she used the scenery to describe others, was nostalgic for the past, and had complaints against the emperor.

The reason why nothing happened before was because the only one who knew these poems was Ji Chonghuan, except for the original owner and Xiangli, who couldn't remember a few lines.Fortunately, Ji Chonghuan also didn't understand current affairs, so he didn't realize anything.

If he was a little more sensitive about current affairs, with these poems alone, with just a little fuss, her entire uncle Dongping's mansion would be destroyed, instead of being driven to Baoling alone as she is now.

Jiang Shaoyan put the selected poems into the oil lamp on the table, watched the fire light and licked these handmade works until they were reduced to ashes.

She thought that if Jiang Zhao saw these poems, he would make the same choice as her.

It is more important for the entire Dongpingbo Mansion not to be overthrown than to express a momentary feeling.

As for the poems copied by Ji Chonghuan, if you don't show them, then you'll be fine. If you want to make a big fuss about her, it's empty words. Who can prove that those poems were written by her?And not written by Ji Chonghuan himself?

　Although many people now feel that roses are very Westernized, the love story about roses on Valentine's Day is also a Western story.

　　But in fact, there have been roses in China for a long time. The famous poet Yang Wanli in the Southern Song Dynasty has a poem "Red Rose" dedicated to roses.

　　
　
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