The Wang family seems to be singing and dancing every day. Other courtyards in the mansion are fine. The main one is the large courtyard on the front side. There are dozens of kabuki dancers living there. They will keep practicing when they are not performing. Maybe someone is not diligent every day.
It's about training, but there are so many people. When she doesn't practice, others will practice.
Xuanji's room is located inside, which is a small courtyard surrounded by surrounding houses. It takes a while to walk along the corridor, but there is no high wall to separate it from the front courtyard, so the distance can only reduce the sound a little.
, to isolate the noise, a wall is needed. She knew from Lingjun's courtyard that no outside sound could be heard there.
Night has gradually fallen, and the singing and strings in the courtyard can still be heard faintly. Wang Xuanji is a little upset.
She sat in the antique room for a while, completely unable to settle down and read articles and other texts. In fact, it had always been like this here, and it was not very quiet all day long, but she remembered that in the evening, she could read poems and articles.
But now I feel that those poems are very boring and boring. The closer to the festival, the more I can’t calm down.
Wang Xuanji simply lay down on the couch and put down the curtain. She lay on her back for a while, and soon turned over to lie on her side. The material on the back of her clothes suddenly felt tighter, as if something was pulling from the front.
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She actually understood in her heart why she became more impetuous than before. Because she had nothing to do in the past, she could concentrate on doing many slow-acting and difficult things, such as practicing calligraphy, or even studying boring scriptures and the theories of various philosophers.
Now that she has more direct and intense concerns, how can she easily calm down and do those things? What's more, the noise of silk and bamboo music is disturbing her.
Wang Xuanji's self-cultivation skills don't seem to work anymore, which is the ability to control her heart and "empty her mind".
After entering the "emptying mind technique", I became like this ghost now. I had no interest in anything, even eating was not good, I was bored and very bored.
But if you don't restrain yourself, you will feel impatient and want to watch the time move a little bit every day, and the whole day will become very long.
No matter. Wang Xuanji began to recall unscrupulously, recalling every word he said, recalling his actions and his eyes. Gradually, she even began to dwell on the details that could not be said. His slightly calloused palms, his
The smell, every piece of strong meat on his arms, the hairs on the skin, the unobvious light goatee. And her own unexpected feeling of changing every moment, not knowing what her body will do next with every snap of her fingers.
What it feels like and what happens.
She had obviously made up her mind not to think about that kind of thing anymore. Wang Xuanji wanted to slap herself.
At this time, the satin-like smooth and snow-white skin at her throat moved. She closed her red lips tightly, swallowed her saliva, and turned over again, as if she could not find a comfortable sleeping position.
In the dim curtain of the oil lamp, Wang Xuanji crossed her legs together, but still tossed and turned. She buried her head in the quilt, and she was in a terrible mood. Her hands grabbed the fabric of the quilt, and her feet stared at the cushion.
Relieving her irritability. The cushions, mats and bedding on the sleeping couch were in a mess, and the pillows fell to the floor. Wang Xuanji was secretly glad that she was only in the bedroom, otherwise others might think she was a ghost if they saw her.
She suddenly went crazy.
After a long time, she calmed down. Maybe she was tired from messing around on the couch and fell asleep.
She went to bed early and woke up early. Wang Xuanji actually wanted to sleep until noon, but she couldn't fall asleep so early in the morning, so she had to get up to wash and dress up, and her head hurt a little.
In the morning, she went to the kitchen in the courtyard to help. Sometimes doing simple things would make time pass faster. There was a middle-aged woman making soy milk next to the stone mill. Wang Xuanji couldn't help but look at it for a while.
The woman had mixed the beans and water and ground them, and was using a linen bag to filter out the bean dregs. The latitude and longitude holes of the linen bag were very small, and the woman pressed the bag hard, but only a little bit of the soy milk inside could be squeezed out.
Wang Xuanji looked very uncomfortable. She seemed to feel the scene last night in a daze, and she felt very unhappy. She really wanted to take an awl and poke a big hole in the sack, so that the soy milk could be poured out directly, so as not to save the woman from being there.
The effort of squeezing repeatedly made people panic. Of course Wang Xuanji did not do that, she was just imagining it.
She was lost for a while, but still secretly made up her mind: He seems to only feel guilty, but he also likes my body. I only think about other things too much? This time we meet on the Double Ninth Festival, we must not do anything that makes people look down upon.
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... Ninety-nine years have passed since the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, and the Double Ninth Festival has arrived. After Qin Liang offered sacrifices at home, he took Wang Lingjun and rushed to his father-in-law's temple to offer sacrifices.
The Wang family's ancestral temple was much more luxurious, and a courtyard was specially built to worship the gods. A group of neatly dressed people came inside one after another to burn incense and worship. Qin Liang got out of the carriage and quietly placed a cloth bag under the wooden board he was sitting on.
Be prepared to come back to pick it up later.
Because now I have to go to the Wang family's temple to worship, I can't bring the jewelry given by the Lu family, including jade and agarwood beads, otherwise it would be really disrespectful. Maybe there are no ghosts and gods in the world, but Qin Liang's usual habit is still
Keep a respectful distance and will not intentionally blaspheme.
Today he only brought the jewelry given by Mrs. Lu, but not the sesame oil. Just like that night when he had dinner at home, he actually didn't need the sesame oil. At that time, there was a stew bowl on the table in front of him.
There is oil soup, just dip it in.
Qin Liang also remembered the vegetable meatballs he had eaten that night. At that time, he also thought the color was a bit like agarwood. Sometimes people are like this, inexplicably recalling the minutiae of some trivial matters in life. Qin Liang remembered that he accidentally put his thumb on the back of his hand.
In that bowl.
He brought this thing with him, but he didn't necessarily need to use it. It was just a precaution so that the same thing happened last time, so that there would be less risk. The right thing to do is, if there is no long-term worry, there will be short-term worry.
As usual, Wang Lingjun was taken away by her mother as soon as she arrived at Wang's house. Mrs. Xue really loved her daughter.
Qin Liang first went to the courtyard where the temple was located, preparing to go through the etiquette of worship and finish work early. He took a deep breath, allowing himself to have a somewhat solemn attitude.
He walked into the temple gate with a serious look, and unexpectedly saw Wang Xuanji next to Bai. Wang Xuanji was wearing a dark black dress. The robe was quite loose and could barely cover up the curves of her body, but she was kneeling on the mat and bowing her head.
, part of the fabric was close to her body. Qin Liang looked from behind her at the door and suddenly felt his head buzzing.
It had been a while since I had seen Wang Xuanji. Qin Liang was really unprepared when he suddenly bumped into her in this place.
Her satin-like skin is delicate and smooth, and very white and shiny. The dull color of black cannot suppress the vivid color at all, and only serves as a contrast. Here, she is surrounded by incense and lifeless.
The temple adds vitality to life.
Qin Liang hurriedly calmed down, not wanting to have random thoughts in the temple. He also stepped forward to worship, showing a relatively calm manner, and did not make any obvious movements to look at Wang Xuanji, only looking at her from the corner of his eye.
Her dress is relatively plain, without bright decorations. Her appearance is still gorgeous, because her skin, hair, lips are very bright in color, and she has a pair of charming eyes, but she did not apply makeup. After all, she is here to offer sacrifices. Although Wang Xuanji
He is not as polite as Wang Lingjun, but he still obeys the rules.
Wang Xuanji didn't even look at Qin Liang, but during the hurried meeting, she was probably looking at him secretly, but she didn't want to be too obvious. No matter how much she pretended to look like Qin Liang to someone who had a close relationship,
He also felt that it was unlikely that she would ignore him.
After offering sacrifices to the ancestral temple, Qin Liang put the jewelry given by Lu back into his arms. Wang Gongyuan called him and went to climb a high place outside the city to pray for blessings.
It was another fulfilling and torturous day. My father-in-law was so kind and he seemed to like Qin Liang very much, and Qin Liang was not disappointed. After he returned to the city to take a shower and change clothes, Wang Gongyuan sent someone to invite him to a dinner party.
When Qin Liang walked into the front hall gatehouse, he saw Wang Xuanji walking towards him in the same corridor as last time. He once wondered if Wang Xuanji had picked the right time and was waiting for him to come in somewhere nearby? Because here
This is the second time we meet.
Wang Xuanji's face was smeared with rouge and gouache, and her eyebrows were drawn a little longer. Although she was still wearing a black dark coat, Qin Liang found that it was not the one she wore in the morning. There were red embroidery patterns on the collar of this dark coat now, and it was darker than the one in the morning.
That one fits better, and the lines of the body contours can't be hidden even more.
The two of them bowed to each other, and Qin Liang immediately said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow morning, I will come back from the government. There are some things in my heart that I have always wanted to tell my aunt clearly, but I have not had the chance for a long time recently."
Wang Xuanji looked at him with phoenix eyes, looking unhappy: "Is there something you have to say that you can't say now?"
Qin Liang's expression was a little awkward, so he had to say: "There are so many people inside and outside the front hall, let's talk more here. Actually, it's nothing important. I'll see you at the dinner later."
Wang Xuanji frowned and said, "What important matter could there be between us?"
Qin Liang was speechless. He was a little depressed at the moment. Wang Xuanji was clearly thinking about herself last time, and she said she didn't want to see him feel guilty and uncomfortable.
At this time, Wang Xuanji passed by him, and Qin Liang finally couldn't help but turn around and asked: "Did I do something wrong?"
Wang Xuanji didn't look back, she just stood for a moment and said in a deep voice, "I told Zhong Ming last time that it was the last time. We can't do that again. Didn't you take my words seriously? Do you really think of me?
Who are you?"
Qin Liang said: "I really just want to say something this time. I won't lie to you. I can't just ignore you. It's better to explain some things clearly."
The two of them stopped talking and left in opposite directions. Wang Xuanji would also come to the front hall for the family dinner later. She was now going out to the building and didn't know what to do.