Yuan Fu Nushu

Chapter 177, lovesickness, hard to describe, hard to draw
In the early morning, Yuanxiu was awakened by water birds falling on the window. She pushed away the lotus-green embroidered quilt and felt the cool wind blowing over her body.

The Grand Canal has been smooth sailing for the past few days, and the happy boat arrived early, so instead of entering the Jingli Wharf, it wandered around the wide river nearby. The few days on the boat were even cooler than Yuanxiu’s natal home before getting on the sedan chair.

The water wind is cold at night, wandering around the corners of the cabin like a naughty child, bringing everyone on board a comfortable sleep.

Yuanxiu let the two maids wear coats for her with the comfort of a deep sleep, and looked at the distance where the water and the sky were uniform in the morning light, that point of vigilance became clearer and clearer, like a very thin speck of ink on a large sheet of white paper, although small But the contrast is strong, and it still firmly occupies a place in the owner's heart.

In this world full of wealth and honor, Yuan Xiu has also been intoxicated, but he has not been so intoxicated that he forgets himself. Especially in the few days when the auspicious day is approaching, Yuan Xiu often asks himself, what kind of posture will you integrate into the power of your husband's family, and how will you integrate into the power of your husband's family? What kind of behavior is used to live in such a power, so that you can live in such a power for a long time, and add luster to the power of your husband's family.

Yuanxiu thinks that she is worthy of being a girl who studies all the time, and she wants to be a sensible girl who studies, without reading or being misled by books.

After breakfast, Yuan Hui started to work. She ran out for a while, and then came back. With her outstretched arms and a happy posture, she brought another Fang Sheng over. The light yellow Fang Sheng had patterns printed on it. God, the son's letter is no longer wrapped in a veil, but delivered openly.

As the day of getting married gets closer, Yun Zhan looks familiar like an old couple.

Yuan Xiu took it with a smile, and immediately there were two more people beside him, Green Bamboo came up, Yuan Hui rushed up, sandwiched Yuan Xiu in the middle, and got ready for three people to read the letter.

Yuan Xiu smiled, opened the letter, and saw that it was still a game after boarding the boat, and the two lines of ancient poems were written in Shizi's powerful handwriting. Cursive script, if you want to write in everyone's style, you must have a good regular script.

Yun Zhan's good handwriting is full of vigorous block letters.

Writing love poems in block letters is another flavor when you read them.

"Enter me", there are two empty words, and below it is the word "door", which is the first sentence, and the second sentence is "know me", and there is a word "bitterness" below it.

Luzhu chuckled, although Song Lvzhu was an idiot at reading, she had some memories of ancient poems, she happened to know this ancient poem, but she refused to read it out.

Yuan Hui doesn't study hard, but she often uses her clever memory. She also knows this ancient poem and reads it aloud: "Enter my lovesickness gate, and you will know my lovesickness. This is Li Taibai's Autumn Wind Ci."

Luzhu first smiled and bent over, and then pushed Yuanhui with support: "Go out and play for a while, Sister Hui, after Sister Xiu writes back, I will take it out for you."

Yuan Hui knew that she was talking fast again, and it seemed that such a poem could not be read aloud. She giggled and found the ball from behind the door, held it in her hand, and walked over again, took out a silver ticket in her sleeve: "Sister-in-law I gave money again, plus the two tickets that were not divided yesterday, I can divide the money again."

There was Mrs. Zhen's constant nagging, and what Yuan Hui remembered most clearly in terms of money was that "more money belongs to the mother, and less money is spent by sister Hui". When she sent a letter, she received 100 taels. I dare not take it when I get it.

The sister-in-law is really nice, so I still have to give it. Yuan Hui came back with the banknote and wanted to share the money with her two sisters. Sister, I can't take any more, Yuan Xiu only accepts one, Yuan Hui has no choice but to reward the nanny Xu, Luo's mother, and Zishao Huangying Frost Grass, but the silver ticket continues to be put into her sleeve, she Asking the two elder sisters to divide again, so that sister Hui would not go to Beijing to see her father, the money would go to her father, and sister Hui ran a lot of legs, and ended up with two taels of silver pitifully, which seemed to be so angry Miss Hui.

Yuanxiu and Luzhu reluctantly kept it, and continued to collect cashier tickets so that Sister Hui could eat well and sleep well.

Yuan Hui patted the ball on the deck, and Green Bamboo urged Yuan Xiu: "I don't believe that such a good brother-in-law belongs to Sister Hui. I don't have any siblings. I have a lot of cousins. I also helped spread the word between their husbands and wives. It's so generous." I have never seen my brother-in-law before, I want your son to experience the heartache of spending money before disembarking, so hurry up and let Sister Hui send it back, and see if the sun rises, and Sister Hui can do it again today. Earn seven or eight times."

Yuan Xiu despises her: "The one who collects the money is soft, and the mouth is also soft. I just let him wait a while, and I will come back. Is it possible?"

"No." Lu Zhu raised his eyebrows: "You are delaying our earning money." He pulled Yuan Xiu to the front of the desk and put the pen into her hand.

She smiled badly: "Isn't it the word lovesickness? Since you got on the boat, your family has made a lot of ghosts. Why do you wish you to pick more? This thing is the most lovesick. The word lovesickness is free for you to write." , What is Sauvignon Blanc in Xichuan, I will write the word "Lovesickness" for you, and I am not afraid that Li Taibai will settle accounts with him in his dreams. It is obviously Sauvignon Blanc in Chang'an. If your family uses it, it will be in Xichuan. Thanks to him I think of so many poems all day long, coaxing you to write lovesickness every day, and you, sister Xiu, you are also a little mischievous. Until today, you have never lost, and you have never written a word of lovesickness. Happy Boat; May you pick more, this thing is the most fun."

Yuan Xiu giggled.

Luzhu continued to hold her hand: "Let me see if you can still prevaricate? No matter who you lose, I will end up rich and a joke to watch. After you get married, I will go to see Yanyan and let Yanyan Yan smiled. Pity her in the Hou's mansion, she still doesn't know how to live."

Yuan Xiu no longer refused, and wrote in the empty space, which became "Enter my Dukang gate, and know that I am drunk".

Luzhu couldn't be happier: "Du Kang's family, haha, as expected this time there is no such big confrontation between the sages, if you write it into my sages' school and know that I study hard, it will be too boring, I won't allow it." You bring out such a big confrontation that can be seen at hand, just like the last time when the prince wrote lovesickness and thirst, but you filled it with seeking talent and thirst, this is a marriage, not to mention that it is interesting and you can’t pass my test.”

Yuan Xiu squinted at her: "When did you set up this mystery?"

"From the time I collected the money, I set it up." Lu Zhu replied solemnly, took the paper and dried it, and forced Yuan Xiu to return to Fang Sheng, and gave it to Yuan Hui.

Leaning on Yuan Hui's shoulder, she lowered her voice: "Tell Yun Shizi, he is not far away from winning. Today's sentence already counts as your sister's loss."

Yuan Hui asked what was written, and when Lu Zhu said it, Yuan Hui wondered: "Du Kang has nothing to do with being drunk, not with lovesickness." Just as Lu Zhu was about to put on a straight face, Yuan Hui laughed again: "I see, is lovesickness like drunk? "

Luzhu couldn't help laughing at her: "What books do you usually read depends on what you said."

Yuan Hui blinked and said, "Miscellaneous books." Throwing the ball to the green bamboo, the cheerful little blue bird headed for Yun Zhan's cabin.

　Happy August [-]st, mighty August [-]st.

　　This chapter is coded now, and the typo will be corrected.

　　
　
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