Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Fan Mingqian blinked, a sincere smile appeared on his face, and he crossed his hands: "Dear sisters, I know that a groom is essential, but I'm afraid of pain! Can you be gentle?"

Fan Baili's age is no longer suitable for saying this, and he is easily criticized.

After all, in some places or under special circumstances, it is possible to get married at this age.

When Fan Mingqian speaks, there are no restrictions. Who can resist a cute boy?
Amidst the laughter, all the wooden sticks were replaced by straw, which only lightly touched Fan Mingqian's clothes without using any force at all.

Zhen Bang quietly gave Fan Mingqian a thumbs up.

Subsequent process:
Zhen Bang needs to fill three liters into the mortar;

A straw mat was covered in the well;

Three pounds of hemp stuffed in the window.

Three arrows are placed on the door to drive away evil spirits.

When it comes to the section of the makeup poem, Zhen Bang is in a bit of a dilemma.

Zhen Bang's ability lies in dealing with specific things, but his poetry is lacking.

Fan Baili sighed slightly, then stood in front of the boudoir, shaking his head: "The fan fan and the gauze curtain tease the evening smoke, the moon and the flowers and candles share the beauty of the moon. Gardenia, sweet banana leaves, and even the title can still be chanted about day sleep."

[Taken from "Four Poems of Fenghe Shepherd and Herdsman urging makeup·Part [-]" by Zhou Yongnian of the Ming Dynasty.Zhou Yongnian is most famous for writing thousands of poems, and he can sit with a certain old man to discuss Taoism. 】

Tang Jian, who was sitting high, nodded slightly.

After all, Dunhuafang School is not good at poetry and focuses on practical matters. It is already good for Fan Baili to write poems of this level.

Tang Tongren curled his lips, "What kind of poem is that? It's not amazing at all."

This kind of propositional poem is generally difficult to produce astonishing works. After all, there are constraints.

"Good literary talent for the minister! Good things come in pairs, here's another song!"

In the boudoir, Tang Suwen's sisters made a fuss.

No matter how the poem is written, one must never open the door and be reserved.

"It is said that the red powder is mixed under the candle, and the beauty is not beautiful in front of the mirror. There is no need to put makeup on the face, and the eyebrows are left to be painted."

["Ji Zhuang" by Xu Anqi of the Tang Dynasty is included in "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty". There is no trace of the author's life. 】

This poem is considered a masterpiece among make-up poems, and even Tang Suwen couldn't help but nod.

"I heard that Huarong Hou is not good at literary talent, but his eldest son is good at it!"

"Well, don't believe what is rumored. When Huarong Marquis married his wife, all the poems urging her to make up were written by him."

After the chattering, the people in the boudoir asked Fan Baili to compose another song on the grounds that "there are only three things to do".

Fan Baili stroked his forehead, asking for a wife was really troublesome.

"We agreed, for the last song, don't bully the children." Fan Mingqian stood next to his brother with his eyes wide open.

Don't bully my brother!

Fan Baili patted the back of his brother's hand and tilted his head at a 45-degree angle: "I am ashamed to wear a pair of jewelery hats towards the bright window, and my precious mirror shines in the dark. I hate the crows and magpies coming to make noise with each other, so I get off the bed in silence without saying anything."

[Wang Yanhong of the Ming Dynasty, "Six Poems for Enhancing Makeup·Part [-]".Wang Yanhong is good at writing erotic poems and is good at improving the lyrics of the past. 】

Here, Fan Baili mocked himself as a "black magpie", and if he didn't open the door, he would become a enemy.

The door opened, and the bridesmaid led Tang Suwen, who was wearing a six-pin flower hairpin dress, out.

All I saw was: a hairpin covering her hair, her temples decorated with gold, a green long-sleeved dress, a red label, a large belt, a green belt, leather shoes, and socks, all so jeweled.

This is the dress of a fourth-rank married woman. According to the system of the Tang Dynasty, marriage attire must be based on the rank of the husband's family or the rank of the father's family, which is higher. People in the Tang Dynasty are officials of the fourth rank, which is reasonable.

Corresponding to Zhen Bang's royal uniform, Xuanying, hairpin guide, Qingyi, He Shang, white gauze singlet, green collar, logo, leather belt, hook, large belt, knight socks, red shoes, it is really a perfect match.After bidding farewell to the elders and leaving the Duke of Ju's mansion, the bridesmaid was dumbfounded for the first time: "What's this jujube stick with water in it?"

Wu Qian, who came to help, chuckled: "Young lady, you don't know much about Dunhuafang. Since Huaronghou, jujube short sticks have been popular in Dunhuafang, and the catchphrase is 'legs are broken'. Even when Huarong Hou got married, he was also escorted by datewood short sticks. .”

"Everywhere there is a custom of asking for money. It's normal to ask for a few cents. But when you encounter people who are greedy, a jujube stick will teach them how to behave."

The bridesmaid quietly stuck out the tip of her tongue: "Aren't you afraid that they will report you to the official for blackmail?"

Zhen Bang, Wu Qian, and Fan Baili said in unison: "Sorry, we are officials."

Fan Mingqian slowed down for a moment: "I am the official!"

Generally speaking, those with the lowest status are all ninth-grade officials, and this is absolutely true.

Tang Suwen, who had been holding it, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The guys in Dunhuafang are so fun, right?
The drums are beating, the sound of Xiao is surrounding, and the pipa is gurgling.

Naturally, Aunt Fan couldn't lower her status to play the drums. The drums and Xiao were played by the toad watchman, and the pipa was played by the scholar who had failed to play the 毷氉.

For this reason, Fangzheng Lu Yisheng exempted the scholar from one month of room service with a stroke of his pen.

The bearers of the floats are still residents of Qinglongfang. This is their old business.

It was a few Lizhengfang residents who opened the way and sang the happy song. This could be regarded as a more in-depth exchange between the two families. Although they could not say that they were from the same family, they were at least a little better than passers-by.

Along the way, Yiwei, the left guard, held up his hand as a gift and took over the cooked chickens with red eggshells handed over by Lu Yisheng, smiling silently.

Dunhuafang is very particular about how they do things. They negotiate clearly in advance what sections of road they will occupy and where they will beat the snare drum, and they will never act recklessly relying on their power.

"Brother, these Yiwei brothers are so impressive."

Fan Mingqian spoke with envy.

This is not being ironic. For most children, military uniform is probably the most handsome outfit in the world.

The Yi guards laughed and said, "You deserve the prize, Scholar."

You envy me for my handsome dress, and I envy you for your high birthplace. This mountain looks as high as that mountain.

The sincere praise of such a child with a superior family background still made the Yiwei feel useful, so they simply followed the wedding procession and sent them to Dunhuafang.

This is what good people mean by going the distance.

At the gate of the square, the three villains of Dunhua Square stood side by side, talking and laughing happily.

Fan Zheng, Lu Jiasheng, and Tie Xiaozhuang are here. Those who have ideas should retreat, retreat, retreat!

When the newlyweds entered the workshop and house, Lu Jiasheng teased Fan Zheng: "If you don't get called uncle all the time, why don't you go and be worshiped?"

Tie Xiaozhuang laughed.

"Not to mention calling me uncle, even my biological uncle has to stay aside. Aunt Fan has been struggling for half her life, and she finally got her wish."

Fan Zheng sighed slightly, having all his descendants, even though he is not satisfied with the family, is enough.

When Zhen Shangmei saw Fan Mingqian, she immediately came over and asked him to take him with her, which made the bridesmaid happy.

Fortunately, the subsequent process is not too difficult, but Fan Baili has already secretly written the fan poem to Zhen Bang.

Fan Baili led his bridesmaid to sit down in the courtyard. The whole place was full of laughter and laughter. The villagers carried square plates of dishes and shuttled among the running children like butterflies in flowers, but not even a drop of soup was spilled. .

Fan Mingqian sat upright, waiting for others to share the dishes in his bowl. He was about to take his mouth when he saw Zhen Shangmei looking greedy next to him. He could only smile and put a piece of meat into his mouth.

Zhen Shangmei smiled brightly and sat down next to Fan Mingqian, waiting for him to feed him. Wu Sang was so ashamed that he panicked.

Fan Mingqian didn't mind it. He took two bites and Zhen Shangmei took one. It seemed like he was playing, and there was no pressure to stand out. (End of chapter)