The Wang family of the Red Chamber has a wife

"...Diligence is to thrift, cleverness is to obedience. Waterside pavilions are to Shanzhai. Bingtao is to snowy lotus root. Leaky arrows are to changing cards. Cold emerald sleeves, precious gold hairpins. Generosity to humour. Bamboo trails with the sound of wind, flowers stream with moon shadows... "Shi Qingwan gently rocked the cradle, murmured words, and coaxed her son to sleep with a gentle and soft voice.After a long time, she lowered her eyes helplessly and looked at the son who was happily spitting out milk bubbles in the "Puff" inside. The peach blossom eyes, one big and one small, looked at each other, and finally Shi Qingwan was defeated.

Gently pinching the bridge of Xiao Cong Zhen's nose, Shi Qingwan held his small fist in her palm and kissed him, took off the jasper inlaid silver twisted silk bracelet on her wrist, and stretched out her hand to pick him up from the cradle.

After two months, the little red monkey at that time was still a bit heavy to hold. Shi Qingwan carefully adjusted the position of the apron strap on Xiao Congzhen's neck, and scratched the back of his neck by the way, causing him to "giggle" There was a burst of cute laughter.

It is already May, and the garden is full of vitality and greenery, with birds singing from time to time, and the wisteria on the flower stand is in its peak season, and the gorgeous, bright purple river is flowing slowly and joyfully under the sun, just like It is like the paint poured suddenly by the painter, like a group of small birds with purple feathers, dancing and laughing in the jasper, forming a picture scroll like nature.

Even if a child who understands this little can't understand the words, Shi Qingwan still points to various things and explains the details to Xiao Congzhen.This is an osmanthus tree, and golden osmanthus flowers will grow in three months; this is bamboo, and Brother Cong can use it to ride a bamboo horse in the future; The fragrant and glutinous lotus seeds are here...

Walking down the road from the main courtyard to the garden with Xiao Congzhen in her arms, Shi Qingwan's physique has improved greatly, but she is also a little tired.Sitting on the stone bench under the flower trellis to rest, she leaned over to Xiao Congzhen's cheek to smell it, and mischievously squeezed his fat little buttocks: "Baby son, you have gained a lot of weight!" Looking at the good son, he still smiled happily With crooked eyebrows and bright red mouth pouted to kiss back, Shi Qingwan couldn't help feeling a little discouraged: "What an idiot!"

This was the fifth day that Wang Ziteng left Beijing with the army. Although he had already made preparations, Shi Qingwan couldn't help feeling disappointed.The roses in the courtyard withered and withered after the flowering period, and the ground was red after a night of wind and rain, which caused Shi Qingwan to feel a little melancholy for no reason. After a few days, she was depressed and unhappy, which made the maids around her worry secretly.

However, there is such a cute showman like Xiao Congzhen who acts coquettishly and clingy to Shi Qingwan, which quickly dilutes Shi Qingwan's rare sadness of parting.

Hua Jin and another maid named Hua Ying followed the mother and son from a distance, watching the happy scene in front of them, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Ahhh!" Xiao Congzhen saw a few kingfishers bouncing around on the ground, waving his arms and legs excitedly, and squeaking; perhaps affected by the aura of the mother and son, that The little kingfishers were not afraid of people either, so they jumped to the side of Shi Qingwan's embroidered shoes in twos or twos.

Shi Qingwan pursed her lips and smiled, took off a purse embroidered with hibiscus on a blue background from her waist, pulled off the string, and took out three pine nut candies wrapped in rice pulp paper.

This is made by Xiuming as a snack for her when she is bored. Shi Qingwan can also make it, but the taste is not as sweet and soft as the one made by Xiuming.Shiny and clear pine nuts, soft and fragrant rose petals, poured with boiled amber syrup, cut into small pieces after condensation, wrapped in rice pulp paper, not sticky and difficult to melt, and can maintain the flavor. It can be stored in the dark for two months.

Opened Xiao Congzhen's palm, and put two pine nut candies on it; Shi Qingwan lowered her eyes, looked at the little kingfisher on the ground that was pecking at the flow pattern of her skirt, bent slightly, and took the remaining piece of pine nuts in her hand. Spread out a piece of pine nut candy in the palm of your hand and send it to the little kingfisher.

The small mung bean-like eyes of this kingfisher were dark and dark, reflecting Shi Qingwan's palm. It tentatively pecked, flapped its wings and fled a few steps away, and then turned back to peck again.Seeing that the thing that appeared suddenly did not move at all, it jumped into Shi Qingwan's palm with a hint of arrogance.

Accumulating spiritual energy in the palm, the little kingfisher was so comfortable that he didn't even notice that he was suddenly soaring into the air, and his eyes were all fixed on the shiny piece of pine nut candy in front of him.

eat?don't eat?But it looked really sweet—it circled the candy twice, and its small paws made Shi Qingwan's palm slightly itchy. After hesitating for a long time, it still couldn't hold back the temptation and took a bite.

delicious!

Shi Qingwan seemed to have heard the little kingfisher's inner cheers, she was stunned, she took Xiao Congzhen into her arms, and with her other hand free, she tentatively poked the little kingfisher's tail lightly.

What are you doing? !The kingfisher chick was eating happily like pecking rice, when he was fiddled with recklessly, kicked his little paw angrily, turned around and pecked Shi Qingwan's finger.

There was a slight pain in her fingertips, Shi Qingwan withdrew her hand, and looked at the humanized little kingfisher in amazement. On the baby son in his arms.

Xiao Congzhen seemed to feel his mother's fluctuating mood, and raised his face to give her a big smile. The two dimples on his cheeks looked cute and cute.He stretched out his hand clumsily, spread out two pine nut candies in his palm, and brought them to the little kingfisher, his big wet eyes were full of anticipation and joy.

Shi Qingwan watched silently as the little kingfisher jumped up and down in her palm twice, decisively and decisively discarded the pine nut candy that had been pecked in half, and raised its wings and landed on her son's flesh. On the small palm of her hand, the soft feathers rubbed against Xiao Congzhen's fingers with some flattery; the corners of her eyes twitched, and she gritted her teeth to resist the urge to slap the little thing away.That must have been a disgusted look just now!

It really is a rare spiritual fetus in the world, and her own aura can actually give birth to the intelligence of this little thing... Shi Qingwan looked at her son's eyes like crescent moons, smiled happily, and sighed from the bottom of her heart. The ability against the sky is also easy to bring danger and covet.You know, there are many monsters in this world...

Thinking of the stakes involved, she felt a little gloomy. After feeding the remaining two little kingfishers on the ground, Shi Qingwan took out a handkerchief to wipe her and her son's hands clean, and then returned the same way with Xiao Congzhen in her arms.

Sitting down on the kang in front of the window, Shi Qingwan opened Xiao Congzhen's swaddle and was about to check the diaper, when she heard two "chirps" on the windowsill, she raised her eyes to meet a pair of small mung bean eyes, she smiled helplessly: "Open the spirit!" Smart little kingfisher—it’s really difficult! Well, you can stay here if you want!”

She was answered by the cheerful chirping of the little kingfisher.

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A wisp of sandalwood rises faintly and diffuses, quiet and serene.The pink and delicate concubine-colored veils that used to fill the room were torn to pieces, and the luxurious Persian carpets on the floor were gone; The square boxwood carved cloud piercing the moon box.

"Shuang'er, Ru'er, everything has been arranged?" The plain-clothed woman, who had washed her lead and her screen, sat cross-legged on the bed, her cat eyes were firm and intimidating. Holding a string of sandalwood beads, he muttered something in his mouth, inexplicably showing a holy and inviolable gesture.It was Min Weiyang, the former concubine of Zuodu Deputy Censor Tian Jiji.

Shuang'er nodded, cautiously but couldn't hide her excitement: "The kitchen is ready, master, we can leave anytime!"

"Then let's do it!" Lowering her eyes slightly, she tightly grasped the Buddhist beads in her hand: "At the time of the second watch, transfer the old man at the outer gate away, and put on that ruby ​​head... You have to play by ear!"

Shuang'er was silent for a moment, paused, and nodded in response.

A fire broke out in Mr. Tian Cheng's home, a bachelor's lecturer, and burned the kitchen and the two courtyards connected. One concubine was killed in the flames, and two others were burned—however, this was news half a month ago.News from Beijing and China spread very quickly. Apart from the war with Cheng Qiang on the western border, the hottest topic at the moment is the arrival of a stunning dancer in the Yanxia Pavilion.

It is said that this dancer is unparalleled in the world with her slender and delicate steps. She dances with palms and sings songs. She is beautiful, but she is always covered with light veils; , can still make all the princes and grandchildren lose their souls.The Yanxia Hall even built a Huanhuan Pavilion for her, allowing her to choose the guests who closed her eyes to entertain inside, which is even more curious.

At this time, the dancer who moved the capital was sitting in front of the window, her hair slightly covering her cheeks, and she was plucking the strings of the piano, jingling dong dong so finely that they couldn't make a tune.

"My dear girl, all the gentlemen below are waiting for you!" A middle-aged woman in red and green and painted with paint pushed open the door with a smile, holding a tea tray full of whole things. It's hairpins, hairpins, and rings, with two or three pieces of shiny jade pendants interspersed: "Qingping, why don't you go out and dance one! The people who come to join us today are all famous and romantic young men in Beijing—" —”

She raised her face, and it was the concubine who was rumored to have died in Zhongtian's home, Min Weiyang!

"Mother Li, take it out now! Let me freshen up, I can't go out to meet guests in such a disheveled way!" Qingping nodded, with a trace of weariness between her brows: "Mom just said, I stayed up late last night to paint, It's a bit of a headache! Today I can only dance with my sleeves up and my waist down, I hope you gentlemen don't blame me!"

Mama Li smiled so blindly that a thick layer of powder fell off her face: "Okay! Miss tidying up slowly!" She twisted her waist and went out joyfully.

Qingping got up and sat down in front of the dressing table, looking at her beautiful face in the bronze mirror without applying makeup, she smiled slightly.

It took about a cup of tea, and the door of the Huan Pavilion slowly opened, and the petals fluttered. Suddenly, there was a sound of silk and bamboo, and seven or eight dancers came out one by one, all of them dancing with their shoulders and waist open. The skirt, the light curtain flying in the palm, with the petals twirling all over the sky, the eyes are full of pink, so that people can't see clearly what the scene is inside.

"It's just a dancer, how can it be worth such a big show?!" The young man in a blue blouse took a sip of his drink and complained to his side: "You are still in such high spirits!"

The man in the green shirt who was complained shook his head, waved the folding fan in his hand, and his eyes were fascinated by yearning: "Cousin, I don't know now, Qingping girl is not only a peerless dancer, but also has a good knowledge and conversation, it's a pity I don’t have the good fortune to be able to talk to Miss Qingping—”

Just as she was speaking, the layers of veil petals in front of her slowly receded, everyone cheered for a while, and then fell silent.

I saw a moon-white figure with his back facing everyone in the seat, his waist was turning in an unbelievably soft posture, and his grip was even tighter under the restraint of the light green ribbon; The other hand pinched out the shape of a lotus flower, and the slender and crystal-clear fingertips were dyed with impatiens, giving it a special feeling.Every movement of this woman's dance is extremely gentle, but the indescribable charm and charm of every move and gesture.

As her dancing posture changed, the man in blue who was still dismissive just now widened his eyes slightly. He caught a glimpse of a smile on the woman's cheek under the flying veil, and he stood up in surprise. It was overturned, and the clear wine fell to the ground.