The literary giants of the late Ming Dynasty began by copying books

Wang Wenlong's house in Suzhou is a small, single-family courtyard behind the "Suzhou Xunbao". It was originally the entrance in the middle of several large courtyards, but a wall was built to separate it. Wang Wenlong's family didn't have many people, so it didn't matter. It's affordable, but the division of the yard is not as strict as before.

The main room of the small courtyard was allocated to Shen Yixiu. Li Guoxian liked living in the attic, so he took a second floor of the side wing. The side wing that was originally intended for concubines was converted into Wang Wenlong's study. Sometimes he worked until At night, he slept in the study.

Such a home decoration was unethical, but Wang Wenlong didn't care. Since the Wang family was full of young people, the two little girls naturally didn't care either.

Shen Yixiu's house is full of books, and many of the books have signs of being turned and curled. At first glance, they look a bit messy, but Shen Yixiu doesn't let the maid clean it up casually.

There was a burner of incense burning quietly in the room, using a formula specifically for summer. The incense was mixed with medicinal materials such as borneol. There were also some flowers and plants placed in the room to serve as partitions, and several layers of incense were strung together. When Wang Wenlong entered the room, he felt the air was fresh and cool, and all the irritability caused by the heat was gone.

Wang Wenlong sat down on the embroidery stool next to Shen Yixiu's desk. He saw some scattered manuscripts on the table and looked at them curiously: "What poems have you written recently?"

Shen Yixiu blushed, quickly put the manuscript together, and said, "It's not finished yet."

Shen Yixiu wrote a poem about a woman's boudoir, and there were some shadows of Wang Wenlong in the poem. For a while, she couldn't pull off her face to show her husband.

Seeing the little girl's embarrassed look, Wang Wenlong also reacted and said with a smile: "Then we will read it together after you finish writing."

Shen Yixiu's maid came in with a tea tray. Shen Yixiu rolled up his sleeves and made tea and said, "Okay, my husband is a great talent. Don't laugh at me when you see that my poetry is not good."

Wang Wenlong said: "Oh, if you write dramas and stories, I can have a few more words. I'm not good at writing poems. How can I laugh at you?"

Shen Yixiu bit her rouge lips and said, "Sir, tell me a story, just like the story you told on the cruise."

Wang Wenlong thought about it and said, "We passed through Hangzhou two days ago. Does Madam know the story of Leifeng Pagoda in Hangzhou?"

"Leifeng Pagoda? What's in there?" Shen Yixiu asked.

"There is a thousand-year-old white snake under the tower. Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid," Shen Yixiu said with a smile as bright as a flower, sticking to Wang Wenlong's side, "Sir, tell me now."

Wang Wenlong put his arms around Shen Yixiu's slender waist and told the story of "The Legend of White Snake", one of the four classical love stories of later generations:

"That's a story from the Tang Dynasty. On the third day of March, the shore of West Lake in Hangzhou was crowded with tourists. A pair of young men and women chatted and laughed, creating a scene of joy in the world. On the broken bridge, two women, one in Tsing Yi and the other Wearing white clothes and looking very beautiful, they were looking around curiously. A handsome young man came from the other end of the bridge. He was holding an umbrella. When the woman in green clothes saw him, she said: "Sister, look at that." Not the person you're looking for?'..."

"Xu Xiandao: 'It's windy in the lake today, so girls should be careful about the slippery planks of the boat.' The boatman raised his oar and sang: 'I love the West Lake most in February, when the wind and drizzle bring pleasure to the boat. The tenth generation of cultivators are here Crossing the same boat, hundreds of generations of cultivators have come to sleep together.' After hearing this, Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen both looked at each other, and then their faces turned red at the same time..."

"Fahai said: 'Mr. Xu, your wife was transformed by a thousand-year-old snake demon!' Xu Xian was furious: 'My wife is a virtuous person, how can I say she was transformed by a snake demon? It is extremely rude for the master to say this." Fahai said: "She disguised herself with you just to confuse you. If you persist in your stubbornness, you will be harmed by her in the long run!" Xu Xian was quite unhappy: "She and I are very affectionate. Now she forgets to eat and sleep to treat patients. Could it be that she is also deceiving me?" Fahai said: "Xu Guanren, I think you are deeply obsessed. It is useless to talk more. Waiting for the Dragon Boat Festival, you persuade her to drink a few more glasses of realgar wine, then you will know that what I said is not bad!"..."

"Bai Suzhen came to the broken bridge, raised her sword and was furious: 'My husband and I sold medicine to spend the morning and evening, how happy we are? But who knew that instructor Fahai used realgar wine and stole grass from the fairy mountain to save the officer's life, but you did not I was also bewitched by the bald donkey, and now I have flooded the golden mountains for you, killed countless lives, violated the laws of heaven, and can't protect myself. Officer, why do you always listen to those slanderous words and false accusations? Not to mention your daily kindness, don't you think that I still have you in my belly? Doll? You touch your chest and think about it, why do you want to see me?'"

"Xu Xian was so ashamed that he looked at Bai Suzhen's sword and refused to take a step back..."

Wang Wenlong tried his best to tell the story of "The Legend of White Snake" with twists and turns, and when he talked about the ending where water flooded the golden mountain, Shen Yixiu couldn't help but ask: "The White Snake was really taken in by Fahai?"

The story was almost finished. Wang Wenlong looked at her and said with a smile: "She was taken away and pressed under the Leifeng Pagoda. Eighteen years later, Bai Suzhen's son grew up and became the number one scholar. He sacrificed his mother before the tower was demolished, and finally he was killed." Mother rescued.”

Shen Yixiu was silent for a while, and then said: "This Fahai keeps saying that he is doing justice for heaven, but in fact he is really not a good person. If he didn't break up White Snake and Xu Xian, how good would they be in harmony?"

Wang Wenlong was amused. It seemed that no matter what era people heard this story, they would complain about the old monk being nosy.

The story of the Legend of the White Snake already had the earliest version among the people at this time, but it did not include the classic romantic scenes such as rain in the West Lake, stealing grass in the fairy mountain, and water flooding the Jinshan Mountain. The complete version of the Legend of the White Snake was not gradually adapted until the Qing Dynasty. There are also many different versions of the Legend of White Snake that have been circulated in later generations. Wang Wenlong still chose a more perfect ending, but it still made Shen Yixiu feel unhappy.

Shen Yixiu suddenly stuck to Wang Wenlong and said excitedly: "Even if the White Snake comes out of Leifeng Pagoda, Xu Xian is already old, and their children have grown up. Where can there be the happiness of a young couple? Listening to this story makes me feel empty, Mr. I really want to be like this forever!”

When they were telling stories just now, the two of them were already cuddling together, and the atmosphere was ambiguous. At this time, Shen Yixiu hugged her, and the little girl's tender arms were exuding heat, and her body had a scent of fat and powder.

Shen Yixiu felt that his body was hot and his heartbeat was extremely fast. This was the first time in his life that he had such a reaction. And Wang Wenlong couldn't help but put his arms around Shen Yixiu's shoulders. The two of them came from the desk to the bed. The warm feeling made Shen Yixiu's head buzz, and he subconsciously cooperated with Wang Wenlong's movements. It wasn't until the two of them rolled on the bed that Wang Wenlong He said distressedly: "You are only fifteen..."

"What happened to Fifteen?" Shen Yixiu asked with a blushing face.

"It's too young," Wang Wenlong felt deeply guilty. "It's not mature yet. If you have a child, it will be bad for your health."

"Mr. sir, you don't like me?" Shen Yixiu looked at Wang Wenlong with some fear.

Wang Wenlong could only smile bitterly when he heard this. Shen Yixiu had no experience and could tolerate it, but he was holding it in.

Wang Wenlong pecked the little girl's red lips: "I am treating you well. Didn't we agree to wait until you grow up?"

Shen Yixiu finally felt relieved and whispered with a blushing face, "Was she only seventeen at that time?"

"Who?"

"Sister Guoxian..."

"Then I'll wait until you are seventeen."

"How much difference can it make? I'm already fifteen." Shen Yixiu was reluctant.

"You are fifteen years old."

The two of them stayed on the bed for a long time. Wang Wenlong did everything he should except not going to home plate because he was afraid that Shen Yi would hurt his body.

Shen Yixiu had never experienced anything between a man and a woman, so he was quite satisfied with this. He pressed himself against his husband's chest, glanced at it and buried his head shyly, while the warm air blew on Wang Wenlong's chest.

Both of them were sweating through their inner clothes. Wang Wenlong hugged the little girl and whispered love words. It wasn't until the maid outside said that the bath water was put out that Wang Wenlong got dressed and went to take a bath.

The next day, Shen Yixiu had to pack his things and go back to his parents' house. The servants at home noticed that his mistress was in a particularly good mood today, and everyone smiled happily when they saw her.

Wang Wenlong accompanied Shen Yixiu back to the Shen family in Wujiang. After all, his younger brother Shen Zizheng was a descendant of an aristocratic family, and he was quite enthusiastic when he saw Wang Wenlong.

After joking for a while, when Wang Wenlong and Shen Jing went to discuss the matter, Shen Zizheng took his sister aside and said, "I was worried that my sister would be wronged when she went out, but now I see that Wang Wenlong is also a talented person and has an official status. It is a good home. "

"Don't talk about your brother-in-law behind his back," Shen Yixiu frowned. The little girl was now completely dependent on Wang Wenlong and couldn't bear to hear others say bad things about him. She threatened, "If you talk about him again, I'll tell daddy to go."

Shen Zizheng whispered: "Why does my sister have her heart turned toward others when she is married? I'm worried about you. I see that he has a good character today, but I heard that he has a concubine in his family. She is the daughter of a wealthy businessman in Fujian. She is the son of a businessman like that. The most difficult one to deal with, sister, you have to be careful."

Hearing this, Shen Yixiu smiled and scratched his brother's nose: "You are like a young adult, what do you know? Don't think blindly."

While the two were talking, they saw Wang Wenlong and Shen Jing coming from behind the rockery. Wang Wenlong nodded to Shen Zizheng, and Shen Yixiu ran up to it, "Ms. sir, this is what I often tell you about my garden. I will take you there." Let’s go shopping.”

Shen Zizheng opened his mouth wide, and saw that Shen Yixiu suddenly became gentle in front of Wang Wenlong, and held his husband's hand with a happy look on his face.

Shen Yixiu is very beautiful, but this scene is horrifying to his younger brother Shen Zizheng - the sister who has bullied him since childhood and is as decisive as a man can actually look like such a little lady?

The hair and bones are so wild.

(End of this chapter)