However, Rong Ruo was called by Ming Zhu. She did not know why, so she could only walk straight to the hall.
"Ma, why are you looking for Rong Ruo so urgently?”Rong Ruo asked respectfully when she saw Ming Zhu.
"Rong Ruo, Ma and Mother didn't want to tell you about this, but now that you and Xie 'er are so close, I have to remind you.”Ming Zhu sipped her tea and stood up solemnly.
"About Biao Younger Sister?" Rong Ruo could not hide the concern on her face.
"The triennial election is just around the corner, but you and Xie 'er are getting closer and closer. Once chosen, she will be the empress. How can you be involved with her before entering the palace?”Ming Zhu said seriously.
"Ah?" When Rong Ruo heard this, she was naturally shocked. He thought, no wonder when Xie 'er first came, Mother and Ama's expressions were strange. So it was because of this matter. Then Xie' er also came to select talents? Rong Ruo, oh Rong Ruo, to think that you are so smart. You should have thought of it earlier. Wanzhen came for the talent show, and Xie 'er should have done the same…You actually have an unexplainable love for your cousin, almost falling in love…You really deserve to die…
Rong was like a bolt from the blue, his heart was in pain. Although there was a strange expression on his face, he still nodded and said,""Rong Ruo and Biao Younger Sister are only siblings, so Ma need not worry too much. Rong Ruo should be careful of her behavior, study hard, and only prepare for the provincial examination two years later.”
Ming Zhu was overjoyed. Seeing her son so promising,"This is Ming Zhu's son!"”He patted Rong Ruo's shoulder, smiled knowingly, and turned to leave.
Rong Ruo, however, was in a daze. She walked out of the hall with her head lowered and looked at the bright moon in the sky in a daze. He suddenly remembered if his cousin was still sleeping soundly in the Green Water Pavilion. At this time, the sky was already dark. If he slept soundly, he would probably catch a cold. Thus, Ming Zhu threw the words she had just given to the back of her mind and Rong Ruo walked towards the pavilion.
When he arrived at the pavilion, Rong Ruo saw that his cousin was no longer there. He thought that she had returned to her room to rest, so his heart relaxed a little. He saw the gown that he had covered Xie 'er with before he left, lying alone in the pavilion, swaying in the wind.
Rong Ruo unconsciously felt a wave of worry, just like the willows hanging by the pavilion of the green water stirring the night wind, her mood difficult to calm down.
After interacting with her for the past few days, he had not noticed that she had the same thoughts as three years ago. Could it be that she had forgotten? Or did she not want to remember…the time when they were childhood sweethearts? Did she really not remember anything? Or was she just like the rest of the world, only seeking wealth and glory, but not showing her true heart?
As she thought about it, Rong Ruo felt even more uneasy. He tossed and turned on the bed for the whole night, and only fell asleep after the fourth watch.
On this beautiful spring day, Rong Ruo held a book in her hand and slowly walked to the back garden of the Ming Mansion.
Xie 'er, who had just recovered from a long illness, was wearing a heavy snow-blue dress with flowers scattered on it. She stood beside the golden well and bent over to pick up the fallen red petals on the ground. Her figure fused with the light, making her look affectionate and cute.
Her delicate hands that were picking up flowers paused slightly. She must have heard a sparse rustling sound behind her, as if someone was deliberately picking up fallen leaves to step on. Xie 'er twirled the fallen flowers in her skirt and turned around, meeting Rong Ruo's warm eyes. Their eyes moved and suddenly intertwined. It was an innocent but unforgettable first meeting.
She stood gracefully in the rain of falling flowers. Her watery eyes flashed, and Rong Ruo suddenly felt that the words in her chest had turned into flames.
Her yearning face was dyed red for the entire spring. Her slightly furrowed brows were like a good painter who allowed her to write freely.
Her faint smile was silent to him, but he already felt that he had been waiting for a thousand years for this moment.
They looked at each other and smiled. They were shy, but they were silent all the time. They would rather hide in the dead of night and confide in the light and bamboo patterns than disturb the "first meeting"-this fragile dream.
He still remembered the opening of Er Ya and solemnly wrote: Chu, Zai, Shou, Ji, Zhao, Zu, Yuan, Tai... is the beginning. At the beginning, it was the beginning of cutting clothes.
At first, it was like a girl to be married to cut red clothes repeatedly consider; At first, it was as if a woman who had just become a mother was unstable. At first, it was as if a woman who was cutting clothes for her husband was happy and hesitant.
If life is just like when we first met.
The mandarin duck cloud brocade that the woman had painstakingly weaved, with an almost magnificent and decisive knife, cut her entire life. The first time they met, it was a moment of ecstasy followed by coldness.
It was a golden well, full of falling flowers and red coldness. When we meet again, I can't calm my heart and eyes. Save who? Save who? from here on the bamboo mat is veined with lamplight's shadow.
It was dusk and dusk. Rong Ruo closed the door and windows, trying to read without distractions, suppressing the thought of meeting her cousin. He sat in a daze for a whole day. Other than the tea and snacks that Ting Ming gave him, he did not eat anything for a day.
Forget it, forget it. Why did I do this? Who am I doing this for?
Rong Ruo threw the book away in a fit of anger. From morning until dusk, he did not see a single word. He got up and pushed open the window, only to realize that it was already dusk. He looked up and saw that the pear blossoms beside the Cold Fragrance Pavilion had already withered. Only a few buds were left, standing on the top branches with the wind, trembling and about to fall. The ground was pale and thick with vicissitudes of life. It was a pity.
Rong Ruo felt sad and recalled the intimate scene between her and Xie 'er when she was a child. She saw that flowers were easy to fall and the moon was easy to lose, so she picked up her pen and wrote:
The wind blows and the rain falls on my temples, but I can't be sure. Tired leaning on the jade railing to see the halo of the moon, easy to speak low fragrance near.
The soft wind blew through the curtains, and the heart was separated by the world. From now on, I feel sad for spring and farewell. At dusk, I only face pear blossoms.
- Qingping Music
You are hard to fathom, like a hard to fathom wind and rain, coming and going without a fixed date. Thinking of that time when we were tired of playing, we leaned against the railing and admired the moon. We could always smell the fragrance of your hair between our words, intoxicating our hearts. The east wind took away spring, who took you away? How difficult it is for me to imagine what it will be like without you in the future? Perhaps from now on, she could only face the scattered pear blossoms and be sad about the spring alone in the haggard dusk.
Only when you are extremely pale do you know that the flowers are more beautiful. Xie 'er, this sentence is exactly the same to describe you.
Just as Rong Ruo was lost in her thoughts, Xie 'er suddenly pushed open the door and came in, bringing with her the soft light of the setting sun. She laughed and said," Cousin, I'm here to borrow your collection of poems."”
Rong Ruo stood up in a panic and quickly went forward. She couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster as she said happily," Cousin, what's the collection of poems?”
"Yes, it's Zhu Shuzhen's 'Heartbroken Ci.' I wonder if cousin has it?”Xie 'er tilted her head and asked with a smile as she leaned against the door railing.
"Of course there is, but I don't know why Biao Younger Sister likes her Ci. Don't ordinary women appreciate Yi 'an Ci more?”Rong Ruo asked as she helped her search the bookcase.
Xie 'er quickly went forward and said," Cousin, the most valuable part of this woman's lyrics is the word' truth'. He loved her words more because he liked her 'truth'.”
When Rong Ruo heard this, she was quite interested. She quickly looked back and asked," What is 'real'?”
"True, it's true." Xie 'er paced back and forth in a serious manner." From ancient times to the present, there have been many disparaging remarks about Zhu Shuzhen's poems, such as' out of ignorance and wisdom, confined to the unsophisticated temperament, and not suitable for the right temperament,'' the brush and ink are messy and difficult to read,'' the pen is bright and beautiful but seldom thoughtful,'' her poems are shallow and weak, and do not break away from the habits of the boudoir,'and so on. There are even statements such as' Zhu Shuzhen is hurt by sadness and resentment, but she is not a good woman'. Looking at these comments, the most prominent feeling was one word,'distance'.①”
Rong Ruo scoffed and became more interested. At this time, he had already found the Heartbroken Ci. He handed it to Xie 'er with one hand and led her to her seat with the other. He asked," What do you mean by' estrange'?”
"Separation means separation. When writing a poem, the emotions, scenes, and words may not be appropriate or smooth, creating a feeling of separation. The so-called non-separation, nature and separation are the opposite, muddy into nature, poetic rich, profound meaning and thought-provoking.”Xie 'er said seriously.
"Hmm, that makes sense." Rong Ruo nodded slightly and said," But looking at the boudoir's Ci, it is inevitable that there are a few major flaws, such as 'there are not many majestic works,''lack of mental experience,''there are quite a few novel works, but those who want to be heroic and vigorous are not available,''compared with Dongpo's Jiaxuan, I immediately feel that one is a famous mountain and river, the other is a small courtyard square pond,' but compared with the halal dream window, it is also far from it. One is a forest and hill, deep and beautiful, the other is a shallow grass diameter, looking at the end,' and so on.②”
Xie 'er, however, was delighted and slapped the table." Just as Cousin said, those so-called' heroic heroic','magnificent and profound,''broad mind and experience',' famous mountains and great rivers 'and' forests and hills 'are the highest realm of poetry in men's minds. They are exactly where the crux lies!”
"Oh? Please explain it to Biao Younger Sister." Rong Ruo stepped aside.
"The crux of the problem is, why do women's boudoir poems have to be judged from a man's point of view? Why was it that men were born with a majestic and masculine aura, so much more elegant than women who were born with a feminine and graceful aura? And why was it that he could use the standards of a man to measure and determine the position of a woman's poem, and not the standards of a woman's radius? From the looks of it, did cousin also feel that it was a little biased and narrow-minded?”The more Xie 'er spoke, the more indignant she felt for the ancients.
Rong Ruo couldn't help but laugh. After thinking about it carefully, she agreed with him and said seriously," Rong Ruo has never thought about this before. After cousin said it, it was like a stone door opening up, allowing him to have a new realm.”
Xie 'er covered her mouth and laughed." The word' true 'is the essence of the word. The feelings are true, the scenery is true, and the work will be good. Observing things with a woman's eyes, things have the true color of a woman, but a man's boudoir voice is really itching.”
"There are plenty of excellent works in history, so how can we make the same generalizations?”Rong Ruo retorted.
Xie 'er was anxious and quickly flipped through the " Heartbroken Ci." When she flipped to a piece, she pushed it to Rong Ruo and said," It's just like a song called' Bathing Ends'.'After the bath, the clouds are messy and not combed, and the thin and weak have no strength to wake up. Sitting down, I felt that my spirit was stable, and I was afraid that the cool wind would come to the corner of my seat.'It was written about the woman's weakness and fear of the cold after bathing. There was no sculpting aura at all. It seemed simple and unadorned, realistic and touching, closer to the true feelings of a woman in her boudoir. Reading it, one would feel that it was natural and smooth, without any pretentiousness.”
Rong Ruo looked at it and nodded slightly." That's true."”
Xie 'er was delighted and quickly said," On the other hand, it's like Yan Xuan's " Visit the Golden Gate " Her hair is like jade, white moth light green. Elegant posture, elegant posture, elegant and elegant, snow reflected the gold in the gold pot. The water splashed on the black silk beads intermittently, and the crispy fragrance penetrated the flesh.'It was also about a woman coming out of the bath, but the man used a fake colored brush to draw a fragrant and beautiful 'Beauty After the Bathing Painting'. He used gold and color to focus on the woman's hair, face, eyebrows, skin, and other appearances. The beauty in the poem seemed to be performing the act of bathing to achieve the purpose of seducing pity, rather than the true feelings of the woman. Therefore, it seemed more erotic than real, and it did not even break away from the category of 'erotic'. When a woman reads it, she only feels 'estrange'."
"That makes sense. However, if you talk about Yi 'an's Ci, it is more implicit and sparse, and the realm is wider. Why did cousin love Zhu Shuzhen's poems more?”Rong Ruo asked.
"Although Yi 'an's Ci is good, it has already been influenced by the style of male poetry. In the early stage, the poems were still true, but in the later stage, the artistic conception was broad, but it was close to the style of men's poems.”Xie 'er smiled." Naturally, it is also related to the life experiences of the two poets.”
Rong Ruo carefully poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xie 'er. She then sat down again and leaned against the desk to listen to Xie' er's eloquence. She looked around and her red lips and white teeth opened and closed, like a little girl singing in a play. Every word was like a jade pearl. Every time she spat it out, it was like a crisp sound of big and small pearls falling on a jade plate.
The first rays of light quietly dyed her fair cheeks like natural rouge. Xie 'er continued," Xu Shijun of the Ming Dynasty once mentioned in the Ancient and Modern Ci Tong that Zhu Shuzhen said,"'She's not afraid of being guessed' was too indulgent.”In fact, in my opinion, the beauty of this phrase is precisely because Zhu Shuzhen dares to boldly and frankly express the feeling of coquettishness and charm of a woman in love. Not only does it not make people think of the saying of * Yan, but it is also compared to Li Houzhu's "See you at the south side of the painting hall, always trembling." Compared to Li Yi 'an's bashful and reserved "The embroidered hibiscus opens with a smile, the duck flies diagonally to kiss its fragrant cheeks, and the eyes are only moved when they are guessed", it was more interesting to see another kind of magnanimous young girl's love. It's really wonderful!"
"Haha!" Rong Ruo could not help but be brought into the atmosphere by her. When he heard her set up the table and exclaim, he could not help but laugh out loud. The Xie 'er in front of him, was not she the dainty and unafraid woman.
She always had a unique understanding of everything. It was reasonable when she thought about it. She seemed to come from a completely different world. She always exuded a deep and wonderful talent. She always had a natural innocent temperament, as if nothing could restrain her. Although she was trapped in the boudoir, she maintained a distance from the secular world. She was genuine and did not lose her nature. She was the one who wore shackles and danced gracefully.
It was May, and the trees in the palace had faded their colors. They were luxuriant and green.
Kang Xi was strolling on the stone path in the imperial garden with his hands behind his back. Behind him was a young man about his age. He had bright eyes and a well-proportioned figure. Although he followed behind the Emperor with his head slightly lowered, it was difficult to conceal his extraordinary bearing. He had a pair of silkworm-like eyebrows, gentle and scholarly. Under his eyebrows was a pair of ink-like eyes, restrained and carrying a few strands of lively aura.
"Cao Yin, Soni is critically ill. The Empress Dowager intends to give the position of Chief Minister to Ao Bai. What do you think of this matter?”Kang Xi asked the youth.
" Your Majesty, Cao Yin does not dare to speculate on the Empress Dowager's intentions, but in my humble opinion, once Soni dies, there will definitely be a turmoil in the court. The position of the chief minister is related to the country's blessing. The Empress Dowager must have thought about it a lot before deciding to grant Oboi. In fact…there is nothing wrong with it…" Cao Yin understood the Emperor's intentions, but he also knew that although the Emperor announced that he was in charge of the government on the surface, the actual power was still in the hands of the Empress Dowager and Soni. The Empress Dowager had always trusted Oboi. Suksaha was sinister, and Yabilong was cunning. Oboi was the number one warrior in Manchuria, and he had made great achievements. As long as Soni died, the position of Chief Minister would be his.
However, our young and impetuous Emperor has always been ambitious and wants to seize power as soon as possible. In addition, Oboi has repeatedly spoken rudely to the Emperor and forcefully interfered with the Emperor's handling of government affairs. If he really sits on the position of Chief Minister, then the only real power and prestige in the Emperor's hands will be in danger.
Kang Xi frowned and clenched his fists. He turned around and said to Cao Yin,""So, you, Cao Yin, are also willing to let things develop like this?”
"Chen…Chen will listen to the emperor's arrangements.”Cao Yin cupped his fists.
"Cao Yin, quickly get up. I fully understand your loyalty. However, this matter is a little tricky to handle. I am not afraid that you know that I have not been in power for long and there are not many people who can be trusted. Only you, I dare to entrust everything to you.”Kang Xi held Cao Yin's hands and sighed worriedly.
"Emperor, I will keep your promise for the rest of my life. I will do my best until I die.”Cao Yin looked at Kang Xi and was so moved that he knelt down.
" Cao Yin..." The Emperor was very touched by his loyalty.
When he ascended the throne at the age of eight, Cao Yin had always been by his side. He was brave and resourceful, introverted, upright, and loyal. What was even more rare was that he was well-versed in poetry and calligraphy. Although they were monarch and minister, they were closer than blood brothers.
The Emperor looked at Cao Yin meaningfully and smiled knowingly. He saw in Cao Yin not only the struggles in the palace and the mutual deception, but also the brotherly love between the young monarch and his subjects.
From the Yuan Dynasty? Yang Weizhen: "Dongwei Sub-set" volume.
Clear? Wang Shilu: "The Collection of Art and Literature in the Palace."
Clear? Lu Chang's selections: " Poetry of Ladies of Past Dynasties " and so on.
2 From Ming? Dong Gu: "Bi Li Zacun" volume first-class.
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