The music class was taken over again

The moon is on the seventh day, the day is on the seventh day, the sky is bright and beautiful, and the colorful clouds are delicate.

The sound of bells ringing in the embroidered households of the Hou Men, and the fragrance of the food from the tripod can't be heard in ordinary people's homes.

Among the small doors and small households, outside the eaves, there are warblers and swallows, and inside the eaves, there are red sleeves to add fragrance, and the harpsichord sings harmoniously. This taste is both common and hard to find.

A wooden fence surrounds the quiet house, and bees and butterflies come for nectar.A piece of green plantain is as lustrous as wax, standing quietly on the Linghua pane, handsome and handsome like a woman in Tsing Yi in the house, all in the prime of youth.

"Husband, today is the Kuixing Festival, so you should also show off your collection of books. Let's pay homage to Kuixing tonight. In the autumn of the coming year, your husband will surely be the best of the world." Qiao Zheng put her hand on Yan Ze's shoulder.

Yan Ze closed the book of rites in his hand, his sore eyes from reading were amazed by the woman a foot away.

She stands like a green lotus standing in the water, her beautiful face is thin and clean, a ray of sunlight flows from her hair to her shoulders, and her whole body exudes a faint brilliance.

Yan Ze took her hand, put his forehead between her breasts, and said: "You have such a beauty, you want to be ashamed of Chaisang with me, don't you feel wronged?"

Qiao Zheng withdrew suddenly, Yan Ze had to straighten up, but she was still a little bit reluctant to part with that tender chest, Qiao Zheng lowered her eyes, shy, and sat on her husband's lap, wrapping her arms around her neck.

"Don't make trouble, I still want to read." Yan Ze's body was as stiff as a stone, and he raised his hand to flip through the book numbly.

Qiao Zheng suddenly pressed her slender fingers: "Why is my husband so duplicity, I can even hear my husband's heartbeat."

From this angle, whether it is the snow-white towering breasts or the slender jade-like swan neck, they are all challenging her will.

She couldn't be in estrus and stopped being polite, her hands trembled, and she wrapped her hands around the willow waist that the lady was grasping, the hands felt elastic and smooth, Qiaozheng trembled from being pinched by her, her honey mouth opened, and she gasped and groaned beautifully It's all in Yan Ze's ears.

"You, didn't you say that today is the Kuixing Festival, you must follow the ancient system, publish the books of sages, and ask for the protection of Kuixing. I know what the lady wants, and that's exactly the case. Wealth and honor."

Qiaozheng obediently got down from her lap, and the two of them worked together to spread out the old books in the suitcase one by one under the sun. Some of them were damp and yellowed and wrinkled. A little fuzzy, Yan Ze felt distressed, and carefully spread the pages of the book slowly.

After a busy day, both of them were covered with a thin layer of sweat. The husband and wife panted slightly, and looking at each other, the fatigue on their bodies was instantly relieved.

Yan Ze smiled silently, his wife's appearance is more intoxicating than fine wine, more pleasant than spring tea, a glance at her is the best way to relieve fatigue in the world.

The two came to the stream outside the fence in tacit agreement. Qiao Zheng held Yan Ze's hand with clear veins, and dipped into the stream warmed by the sun. Against the blue stones at the bottom of the water, her husband's hand was as bright as white jade. glow.

Qiao Zheng intertwined her fingers, and playfully took her hand to play in the water. The sparkling water splashed, refracting a colorful brilliance in the sun, falling back into the stream with a snap of her fingers, and rippled in circles, just like the water in her heart. Qi Nian.

After washing each other's hands, Qiao Zheng playfully scratched her husband's palm.

At this time, Yan Ze suddenly said: "Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, there has been the custom of Kui Xing drying books and clothes in the sun. Now that the books have been dried, shouldn't it be time to dry the clothes? Just now, the lady played in the water and the clothes were wet." ..." Yan Ze looked at her, his eyes slightly straightened.

Qiao Zheng lowered her head and smiled. This person is really straightforward on the outside, but cunning on the inside. Under her scholar's skin, he is actually a flower picker.

But this flower picker only picks his own flower.

The two looked at each other, and both went back to the room. Qiao Zheng sat on the couch, took off his clothes, and the outer shirt had been unraveled and slipped off his shoulders. With a smile, Qiao Zheng dragged the soaked outer shirt and handed it to her husband.

Yan Ze lowered his eyelashes, and as a result, the outer blouse, which was stained with the lady's body fragrance, was draped on the bamboo pole outside the house.

Qiaozheng waited inside for a long time, but her husband did not come back. She put on a new robe, opened the door, and saw her lover picking impatiens in the garden.

Qiao Zheng cherished the flowers and felt distressed when she saw them, so she asked: "Flowers are not easy to bloom, what is your husband doing?"

"My lady just wait for me."

Qiao Zheng smiled, not knowing what new tricks her husband was up to, so she closed the door, and waited obediently on the couch, with great expectations in her heart.

After a while, she heard the sound of smashing outside, and half a quarter of an hour later, her lover pushed the door in with a small black cup.

Qiao Zheng stretched her jade neck, but she didn't see anything, so she calmed down and waited quietly for her husband's arrival.

"The golden phoenix flower has the freshest color, and it dyes the nails of a beautiful lady." Yan Ze's bright eyes and white teeth, blue silk like sandalwood, thin lips parted, and a clear and pleasant voice recited heart-warming poems.

Qiaozheng just wanted to jump forward, seeing her husband's unhurried appearance, she didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so she suppressed the thoughts in her heart and anxiously waited for the next thing.

Impatiens flowers were mashed with alum to make vermilion paint. Yan Ze held Qiao Zheng's catkins and painted her nails himself.

Pearlescent dyed honey color is the icing on the cake.

After all ten nails were painted, Qiaozheng held Yan Ze's face with her hands, and pecked at the corner of her mouth with her rouge lips, like a butterfly flying away, in this way, there were a little more red beans on the corner of her husband's mouth .

Early this morning, Qiaozheng specially used the washbasin to catch the dew, the water from the double seven days, also known as Zhinu holy water, the husband and wife washed their hair with this water, and changed into new clothes.

Twilight was approaching, and the moon was full. Qiao Zheng placed pears, tea wine, and pastries under the moon. After paying homage to the Weaver Girl, she and her husband went to the Lin'an store hand in hand.

On the shoulders of the picker is a newly released porcelain lamp with a lacquer holder. The porcelain bone under the lamp emits a lustrous luster like newly brewed locust tree honey. Soft Wu dialect, meandering through the long streets and alleys together.

Women who have left the pavilion and those who have not left the pavilion ride on a painted boat and go boating on the water.

Qiao Zheng and Yan Ze intertwined their fingers, watching the new gadgets along the way, stopping and going, the market was very lively, and the stalls were filled with golden shuttle-shaped fruit, and the syrup exuded a hint of sweetness.

Qiaozheng swallowed, took Yan Ze's arm, her eyes fixed on the exquisite and lovely Qiaoguo, and stopped to leave.

"Don't be greedy." Yan Ze gave her a doting look, took out his purse, and bought a Qiaoguo, engraved with the scene of meeting magpies on the bridge.

"I'm not greedy, I'll eat half, and my husband will eat half."

*******

"Miss Qiao, do you want to keep this memory?" A cloud of mist came out in front of his eyes, making an old and majestic voice.

"Are she and I really lovers in the previous life? Yes, of course I do!" Qiao Zheng was already in tears.

"If you really love her that much, you must know every detail in this memory." There was a hint of cunning in the voice.

"Of course, every minute and every second we spend together, her eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and every strand of hair, are all in my heart and will never be forgotten."

"Are you sure about every detail?"

"I'm sure! I'm sure!"

The shape of the cloud changed, and he said: "Okay, let me ask you, what is the impatiens flower that your husband painted on your nails?"

Qiao Zheng was taken aback for a moment, and said, "It's alum, alum!"

"Okay, then tell me, what is the chemical formula of alum?"

Qiao Zheng's expression was ever-changing, the corners of his eyes twitched and the corners of his mouth twitched, and the phrase mmp was about to come out.

A sneer: "Oh, I can't answer this, how dare I say that I love her and love her?"

"Forget it, let me tell you, dodecahydrate and potassium aluminum sulfate, or ask you a simple question, what is the valence of aluminum?"

Qiao Zheng's throat gradually gathered a breath, she stared fiercely, her expression immediately became depressed again, counting with her fingers, she found that she had no clue at all, so she could only say depressedly: "Two!"

"Hehe, you are only two, and the correct answer is three. You got it wrong, sorry, this is the last chance."

Qiaozheng gritted her teeth and said excitedly, "Darling, today is Qixi Festival, can't we get a discount!"

"You have no chance, I will erase your memory now."

"Ah, no……"

Qiao Zheng opened her eyes and found that she was lying on Teacher Yan and fell asleep. Teacher Yan was watching TV, and the TV was showing an advertisement for laundry detergent.

Seeing that Qiao Zheng woke up, Yan Ze picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, and complained: "What TV show, it's a mess."

The author has something to say: It was too late to go back yesterday, let’s post it today.There is another one tonight