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Chapter 4 Clouds Want Clothes and Flowers Want Rong

The legend of Jiulian is originated from the traditional Chinese folk. One is said to be invented in the Warring States Period, and the other is said to be invented in the Three Kingdoms Period.

But it can be confirmed that the record of Jiulian is in the "Danshenglu" by Yang Shen in the Ming Dynasty, not earlier than that of Europe.

No matter when the Nine-Serial was invented, it began to become popular in the Ming Dynasty. In the Qing Dynasty, from scholars and officials to peddlers and pawns, everyone loved to play the "Nine-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-Serial-

It was precisely because Xu Qilin did not find this intellectual toy during the time of traveling through time, and he had asked others but didn't know about it, so he made it to make his sister happy.

After talking about the gameplay of Jiulian in detail, Xu Hui had a very high IQ. She took it and fiddled with it for a few times. Although it was not the right way, she also knew how to play.

Xu Qilin smiled and showed the two diapers in his hand to his sister, then placed them on the ground, picked up the stick and rope, and slowly shook it.

As the diabolo turned faster and faster, the six whistles around the disc made a buzzing sound, becoming louder and louder, louder and more powerful.

Xu Hui clapped and laughed, chanting: "The musicians have no trace of flutes, and the elf can fly with silk. Why does the little bamboo become a great weapon? Fitness and entertainment attract popularity. I didn't expect that I would shake the bells, which is fun and beautiful."

Diaboli was called "Hukong" in ancient times, also known as "ground bell", "cloud bell", and "wind gourd". Diaboli was also called "shaking buzz", "shaking ground bell", and "pulling bell". Xu Hui chants was "Diabo Fu" written by Cao Zhi.

The buzzing sound also attracted the three little kids playing in the inner room, Jinyang, Xiaoyao, and Xiao Zhao all ran out to watch.

Xu Qilin deliberately showed off and did two fancy moves, and he could only do these two moves.

"It's fun, it's fun." Princess Jinyang clapped her hands and smiled happily.

The little princess smiled crisply, her childish voice was loud, and the fat little hands were patted happily.

Xiao Zhao had seen it before, so he laughed and joined in the fun.

After Xu Qilin finished playing, he let out a sigh of relief. He looked like a master and waved to the three little girls, Jinyang, Xincheng and Xiao Zhao, with a very graceful look.

Xu Hui covered her mouth with a funny look and said, "It would be better to give it to His Royal Highness the Princess. Why did you do this one?"

Xu Qilin hurriedly said, "I have made three of them, and the weights are different. If His Royal Highness likes them, I will play with them. Moreover, if this shaking bell is practiced frequently, it will not only strengthen the body, but also have a lot of fun."

After looking at Princess Jinyang, Xu Qilin felt pity for this little girl who only lived to twelve years old in history and continued: "Especially, Princess Jinyang, if she can exercise regularly and moderately, her weak constitution can gradually become stronger. As the saying goes: Body and disease will be cured by oneself. That is to say, treatment is worse than prevention, and medicine is worse than exercise."

Diaboli was a palace toy. In ancient times, young women playing with diaboli were regarded as an elegant act, and Xu Hui was not resistant to this.

"Your Highness of the Princess--" Xu Hui just signaled that Princess Jinyang had already run to the box and reached out to choose.

"I, I want it too." Xiaoyao stretched out his little hand and moved his short legs, and rushed over. The palace maid and nanny hurriedly covered her, fearing that she would fall.

Xu Hui smiled and turned to Xu Qilin and said, "I'm sorry. Qianniu's preparation for her - I thought about it and felt it was not suitable, so I gave up."

"Thank you sister." Xu Qilin bowed and bowed.

Xu Hui waved her hand and said, "Go back and study hard, and learn from talent with integrity. As for the great cause of promotion, well, I don't think it's the right way, so don't waste time."

No, I'm just pointing at this! Why study hard so that I don't want to learn those useless things!

Xu Qilin opened his mouth and felt that he had achieved his goal today, and it would be too late to talk about anything else in the future, so he stopped arguing.

But Xu Hui did not refuse the matter of borrowing books, and asked the eunuch to go to the museum to find the books listed by Xu Qilin.

"I haven't seen you for nearly a month. I don't know if you are lazy or whether your studies are wasted. My sister took advantage of the exam today." Xu Hui felt that this time should not be wasted, and looked at her younger brother with a smile, "It's not difficult to talk about you in a long way, so she wrote a poem that suits the situation to listen to."

Xu Qilin immediately felt bitter, but saw that his sister had ordered the palace maid to take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and put the book case on the couch, and this was coming true!

Xu Hui did not stare at the candidates with aggressive eyes like the invigilator in later generations, but walked to the window and fiddled with Jiulian, which gave Xu Qilin a relatively relaxed examination environment.

The key is that Xu Qilin is the only candidate, and he has no place to copy even if he wants to.

It’s appropriate, it’s appropriate!

Xu Qilin first scratched his ears and foreheads, then took the brush and bit the bamboo pole straight, showing signs of turning into a panda.

When it comes to plagiarism, Xu Qilin can certainly produce a lot of poems from later generations, but if he wants to meet the situation, he can't write it randomly.

It’s early summer now, and it’s still daytime. If you want to have a “bright moonlight in front of the window” or “frozen thousands of miles, snow drifting thousands of miles”, that’s not the right way!

Don’t laugh at Xu Qilin. If it were you, you who studied science and engineering, and suddenly asked you to write a poem that suits the situation, most people really have to think about it.

Xu Qilin habitually wanted to turn the pen, but when he saw that the pen had ink dipped in it, it turned out that it was dark all over the sky, and he could only force himself to hold himself back.

Grinning and looking around, Xu Qilin was observing, while searching for the poems he remembered in his mind.

The doors and windows in the hall were all open, and the vision was not blocked much.

Xu Qilin saw the fenced flowerbed outside. The flowers and plants were bright, and a few colorful flowers were very eye-catching. The sky was blue, without air pollution, and the ozone layer should not have any holes; two or three white clouds were sparsely reflected under the blue curtain...

The eyes slowly moved, and the figure of the elder sister appeared in Xu Qilin's gaze.

A gorgeous dress with a tall palace bun, a graceful figure, standing tall in front of the window. The early summer sun shines through the window lattice and reflects the distorted light and shadow, like a fairy.

There is! Xu Qilin held the pen in his hand, lowered his head and wrote on the paper, and a poem was quickly written. But when he wanted to finish the writing, he hesitated, his mind quickly turned, hesitating between changing and not changing.

Yun Xiang's clothes and flowers must be a well-known famous quote. If you change the object of praise, you will express your beauty in Xu Hui's clothes and appearance, and you will have no problem.

But the next sentence is that the spring breeze blows through the thick dew, so there is a problem. It is summer now, where does the spring breeze come from?

Change to warm air? Inappropriate! Light wind...

Xu Qilin was frowning and thinking hard, Xiao Zhao walked to her side, reached out to pull the corner of his clothes, raised his face and said, "Second brother, Your Highness, Your Highness, likes dolls, can I give it to her?"

Xu Qilin smiled, touched his sister's head, and said, "Okay, I'll do it for you when I get home."
Chapter completed!
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