Volume 1 Battle in the Sand Garden Chapter 2 Poplar Blossoms Like Snow
In May, poplar flowers are flying all over the sky, as if it’s snowing.
Normally, Qin Muyao would like this artistic conception very much, and would seldom draw a picture, or recite a few poems to express the girl's feelings. But at this moment, when she just heard about Qin Zhong's feat, her cheeks were red and her eyes were filled with anger. Flying with the wind
There is no trace of poetry in the scattered poplar flowers, but I feel even more irritable.
"This little bad guy, I don't care about your business anymore." Qin Muyao stomped her feet angrily, turned around and walked away quickly.
"Second Miss, it's wrong, wrong, wrong." The little maid chased behind her and shouted continuously.
"What's wrong?" Qin Muyao stood suddenly and asked angrily.
"That's the gate over there." The little maid rolled her eyes and muttered.
"Huh." Qin Muyao realized that she was going in the wrong direction. She turned around with a sullen face and headed towards the backyard.
What a coincidence. As soon as she walked to the door of the backyard, she bumped into a group of people. Aunt Liu's face was as heavy as water, and she suddenly stopped, her hairpin ring jingling on her head. Judging from her posture, she seemed to be suppressing her anger.
Qin Muyao's heart tightened, and she quickly took a step back with the little maid and stood sideways.
"Aunt Liu." Qin Muyao bowed with her hands folded.
"Hmph." Aunt Liu snorted coldly, "How is it unbecoming for a girl to come to the front yard privately?"
"Mu Yao knows that she was wrong." Qin Mu Yao did not defend herself. She knew that it was useless to defend her. Aunt Liu was staring at the mistake that caught her. She was hit hard today. She was so proud that she would not let it go lightly.
"It's good to admit your mistake." Aunt Liu suddenly smiled and said, "When you marry into the Qiu family, you can't be so unruly. You don't have to make people laugh at our Qin family for our lax tutoring and lose your father's face."
"Don't talk about the Qiu family anymore, I don't agree." Qin Muyao's face turned cold.
"It is the order of the parents for a woman to marry, and it is not up to you." Aunt Liu also darkened her face.
This so-called marriage has not actually come to light yet. It is just that Aunt Liu is willing to exchange Qin Muyao for the wealth of the family. However, the marriage of the children in the family has always been handled by the head of the family, but when Aunt Liu enters the concubine, it is
Not qualified enough. Even if the mistress of the Qin family dies, Qin Yutian still needs permission.
Qin Yutian is far away in Yanzhou and doesn't know about this at all. Qin Muyao is even more reluctant and insists on fighting against Aunt Liu. Therefore, it remains to be seen whether this marriage can happen or not.
Aunt Liu had her own plans and interests in planning this marriage.
She was determined to settle the matter, and she wanted to turn the raw rice into cooked rice before Qin Yutian came back. According to her idea, how much could Qin Yutian care about a daughter of a concubine? By then, this matter would be spread.
Everyone knows that Qin Yutian, whose face is more important than anything else, will nod in recognition.
Qin Muyao's biological mother, Hou Shi, was cowardly by nature and timid. How could she dare to say a word to Aunt Liu? Qin Muyao, on the other hand, had read a book after all and had some courage and skills, which gave Aunt Liu a headache. However, it was just a headache.
For a little girl, who is her opponent?
Just find a mistake and scare her hard, and then she can't help but flatten and round it.
But at the moment, Aunt Liu couldn't take care of Qin Muyao for the time being. What made her even more worried was blocking the door outside. Thinking of this matter, Aunt Liu wanted to curse. Qin Chong, that little bastard, was so desperate that he provoked her.
It's a big deal. For two days, a group of scholars blocked the door and scolded me. Who can bear it?
Aunt Liu stood up and walked towards the gate. Suddenly, she seemed to see a figure in the corner of her eyes. She stood up in surprise and turned to look towards the west courtyard. At the entrance of the moon cave, at some point, a person stood there, watching quietly.
"You? When did you wake up?" Aunt Liu was shocked and took several steps back before she stabilized her figure.
Yesterday, Aunt Liu went to see Qin Zhong. He was seriously injured and was hanging with only half a breath left. In Aunt Liu's heart, Qin Chong was no different from a dead person. It would only take three or two days for the body to be collected. By then
, she can not only remove the thorn in the side, but also pave the way for her son. Even if he is still a concubine, it is better than a legitimate son.
Who would have thought that Qin Chong would actually be alive again, standing in front of her alive.
"You guys? Who's going to get me something to eat?" Qin Zhong said, his voice dry.
Qin Chong was wearing a robe, and the wound on his chest was half hidden and half visible, but his ferocious look was still visible. He was holding on to the wall with his left hand, looking frail. He was less aggressive than a martial artist, and more desolate and alienated.
When Qin Muyao saw Qin Chong, her eyes suddenly turned red. She sobbed and said, "I'm going, I'm going."
After saying that, he didn't bother to say hello to Aunt Liu and hurried to the kitchen.
Aunt Liu had stabilized her mind and stared at Qin Zhong, taking a deep look.
"Now that you have recovered from your injuries, it is up to you to handle matters outside the house." Aunt Liu said, "Such a big thing happened at home, and your father is not at home. As a woman, it is hard for me to show my face."
"Don't worry, Aunt Liu, I will handle this matter." After Qin Zhong said that, he turned back to the courtyard.
Aunt Liu secretly stamped her feet, her heart already burning with anger. This son never gave her face, and every time she was angry, her heart ached. But that was in the past, and the identity of his legitimate son was his talisman. But it is different now, and he has offended the whole world.
Scholars, I can scold you half to death. How long can you live?
After enduring it again and again, Aunt Liu said bitterly, "Go back."
A large group of servants bowed to the order and followed Aunt Liu back to the back house.
Not long after, Qin Muyao brought the little maid back to the West Cross Courtyard. The little maid was holding a tray with a bowl of fragrant noodle soup and two side dishes. The smell of it made her appetizing.
After entering the room, he saw Qin Chong sitting in a daze, looking out the window motionless. The window was opened, and the smell of medicine in the room was lighter. Pieces of poplar flowers floated in and sprinkled on the table, bed, and ground.
"How's the injury?" Qin Muyao asked.
"It's okay." Qin Zhong came back to his senses, glanced at Qin Muyao, and frowned slightly.
"Does the wound hurt? I'll send someone to find the doctor."
"Not urgent."
As Qin Zhong spoke, he reached out and picked up the noodle soup, and began to eat it. Not to mention, the taste was very good. After three times, he devoured the bowl of noodles, and then picked up the noodle soup and drank it all in one gulp. He was hungry.
After two days of eating, his stomach was finally nourished by the soup. Qin Zhong let out a long belch, which made the little maid beside him pout.
"Is the injury really harmless?" Qin Muyao couldn't believe it. She had just seen it not long ago. At that time, Qin Zhong was breathing rapidly, as if he had only one breath left and would die at any time. How could he say it was okay in the blink of an eye? At that moment
He pulled off Qin Chong's clothes and carefully inspected the wound on his chest.
After seeing it, Qin Muyao frowned even more. The injury was still the same, with no obvious changes. The skin of the wound showed a burnt black color, which was the mark of being struck by lightning.
However, it seems to be different from before, with a bit more vitality and vitality.
Qin Zhong remained silent and allowed Qin Muyao to check. His eyes, following Qin Muyao's movements, went from unfamiliar and startling at the beginning to becoming softer and closer. In fact, when Qin Muyao came just now, Qin Zhong had already woken up, but he was just at a loss. I don’t know where I am, I’m lying on the bed trying my best to remember.
Now, he already knows that his soul has traveled across thousands of years and descended on a young man with the same name in the Song Dynasty. The extremely beautiful girl in front of him is his sister in this life. In this world, except for his late mother, this sister is the only one Care about and feel sorry for your loved ones.
"Sister." Qin called out again.
"Um?"
"Write some big characters for me."
"What?" Qin Muyao tilted her head, wondering why Qin Zhong was writing.
"There are a group of flies outside the door." Qin Chong gritted his teeth and said, "Write a few words to drive them away."
"Hmph." Qin Muyao snorted, remembering the good things Qin Zhong had done. "You little bad boy, how can you be so bold? How dare you have Kuixing to do that, that, that, ah." At the end of the sentence, she was really embarrassed. Yu Qikou glanced at Qin Zhong and patted Qin Zhong's arm gently with his small hand.
"Hey, hey, hey." Qin Chong laughed twice and didn't respond. But his heart suddenly exploded, and he kept complaining about his predecessor's sexy tricks. "You are a pure man, you have to urinate under the spotlight, I admire you."
When Qin Zhong recalled the details of this incident, it was clear that he had been framed. Someone else had made a trap and was waiting for him to stupidly get in. He was called a vulgar martial artist. Until he was struck by lightning, he He also thought that he had done a great good deed and saved a little girl who was almost sold to a brothel.
Yao Gang has already been identified. Who is Young Master Jinyi? I have never seen him before.
"Why are you giggling?" Qin Muyao has walked to the table and spread out the rice paper. "What words do you want to write?"
"Oh? Write a couplet and hang it up later."
"What are you going to do?" Qin Muyao didn't understand. He was already in this situation, and he still wanted to confront his opponent?
"Catch flies away."
"Hee hee." The little maid was amused. She had never heard that writing pairs could drive away flies.
Qin Zhong ignored the little maid and paced slowly in the room. His brows were slightly furrowed, pretending to be deep. He said, "Those who tell others will be told by those who tell others. Everyone is said, so it is better not to say anything." This is a couplet that he came up with when he was just thinking about how to solve it. Don't worry about what it means. Just don't get it out easily.
Qin Muyao has read a lot of poetry and books, so her knowledge is not bad. After pondering for a while, she realized that this pair is difficult to match, and it is even more difficult to match them neatly and charmingly. She thought to herself that she would not be able to match them in a short time.
After a while, the little maid came to the concierge, and Qin Zhong directly ordered: "Post this couplet outside the door. In addition, there is a way to say it." Qin Chong's low voice taught the boy a set of words. This The boy had a good memory. He only listened to it once and then memorized it.
"Go ahead, just do as you say." Qin Zhong said, "If you do it, you will be rewarded."
The boy didn't move, and quietly turned his head to look at Qin Muyao. What was Qin Zhong's status in the Qin family? Everyone in the family knew it very well. On the surface, he respected him as the legitimate son, but in fact, his life was not as good as that of the boy. So. , Qin Zhong said there was a reward, but the boy didn't believe it.
"Why don't you go quickly?" Qin Muyao looked solemn.
"Okay, let's go now." The boy bowed and walked away quickly.
At this time, the scene outside the gate was as lively as going to a market. There were twenty or thirty scholars making trouble, but they were not generous. They were blocked in front of the gate in twos and threes, more than ten steps away from the gate. Xu Shitian
It was hot, everyone was sweating profusely, they were waving their sleeves vigorously to fan the wind, and they no longer had the energy to talk eloquently.
Further away, there are more people watching the excitement, all of whom are residents nearby. These people, men and women, are pointing, talking and laughing loudly, and they are more energetic than the scholars.
Since ancient times, trivial things about the neighborhood have been fodder for gossip.
A corner door next to the gate opened a crack with a creak, and someone looked over. After waiting for a moment, a concierge in gray clothes walked out with a bowed waist and a flattering look on his face. He held a paste in one hand.
Holding a piece of rice paper in one hand, he slowly put the rice paper on the wall without saying anything.
The scholars were curious about the boy's behavior, and slowly gathered around, staring at the words on the paper. Someone read, "Those who talk about others will be talked about by those who talk about others. Everyone is talked about, so it is better not to talk about it." More scholars
They gathered around, but after looking at it for a long time, they didn't understand why. Some people pondered, while others frowned.
"What does this mean?" Someone finally couldn't help but asked the boy beside him.
"Everyone." The boy stood up straight and said loudly, "You are all gentlemen."
As soon as he recited one sentence, the boy started to sweat. For the first time in his life, he, an illiterate servant, spoke in a literate manner in front of so many scholars. He felt that his heart was about to beat out of his chest.
Blood rushed to his head, and his legs trembled involuntarily.
"The Master said: A gentleman is knowledgeable in literature, and if he makes an appointment with etiquette, he can stay with you." The boy stumbled and recited a few more sentences, and was about to collapse. He gritted his teeth and continued, "Mencius also said: Move your face and deal with the etiquette.
This is the ultimate in virtue." When he reached this point, he suddenly found that the scholars in front of him were silent.
Many people have even begun to solemnly arrange their clothes.
What do these two sentences mean? The boy was completely confused. However, all scholars can understand it.
The first sentence comes from the Yongye Chapter of The Analects of Confucius. Confucius said that a gentleman should study cultural classics extensively and restrain himself with etiquette, so that he will not deviate from the Taoism.
The second sentence comes from "Mencius". Mencius also said that behavior, appearance, and advances and retreats must comply with the requirements of etiquette, which is the highest state of morality.
This is the method Qin Chong came up with. The so-called gentleman can bully others. Aren't they claiming to be scholars? Aren't they accusing themselves of desecrating the gods and the Dharma body? Well, let's use the other's way to repay the other's body, as the most holy ancestor.
I want to use my teacher's words to counterattack these scholars. Is it what a gentleman does to block the door and make trouble and utter obscene words?
If you continue to make trouble, you are not a gentleman; if you do not restrain yourself with the virtues of a gentleman, what kind of scholar can you be?
Since you are not a scholar, what are you doing here?
"Everyone." The young man called in a low voice and said, "My young master, I have a few more words."
The scene was quiet for a moment, and then an elderly scholar said, "Please speak."
"Since you are scholars, you should pay attention to making friends through literature. Why don't you invite friends with good wine and take advantage of this spring to get drunk among thousands of flowers? If you don't ask for a few close friends in the world, you will meet two or three people in the mortal world. Now that you have arrived at the door of your home, if you can't cook
Isn't it rude to entertain guests with wine?" Not only the waiter was confused, but also the scholars present.
"However, the courtyard is small and cannot accommodate too many people. Therefore, I will share a couplet with you all. If you can pass the second couplet, please come in and serve wine; if you can't, we will not receive you."
After saying this, all the scholars looked at each other and couldn't come to their senses for a long time.
Are we here to scold people? How did we become a couple?