Chapter 112 Sister's Style (4

It turns out that the "fun" place in Ziyun's mouth refers to a pleasure boat on the Haihe River not far away. It uses utensils and has everything, but it takes a few steps before you can board the boat.

What a pleasant thing this is. The waves of the Old Summer Palace in Beijing, and the scenery of the East and West Seas have been seen by the emperor, but they quietly carry each other, spend time together, and make a drunk together, and there is no entanglement of the worldly affairs that can sweep people's interest, but they are still the first time to solve the problem. Especially when they think of this trip, they will have many novel, mysterious and charming experiences, they can't wait to get the trip right away.

He asked, "When will we be ready? Let's go together?"

"I still have to prepare some things." Ziyun flew charmingly, struggled out of his arms, and pulled his third aunt to the side to talk.

Gan Ziyi waved his hand and called Sushun and Liufu over, "Just like yesterday, but I'm afraid I won't be on the shore tonight. I heard from Miss Ziyun that I'm going to the boat. You guys go back first."

"Master, the place is unknown, and I think it's better to be cautious?"

Gan Ziyi smiled disdainfully, "What are you afraid of? You just do it occasionally, don't worry. Go back, wait for a while, and I will set off with Miss Ziyun. Tomorrow, it will be this morning, and you will go to the pier by the Haihe River to wait for me."

Su Shun knew that he could not persuade him, so he nodded, "Then, wait for a while for the slave and Eunuch Lu to accompany the master to the river and see that his master's ship set sail, and the slave will go back."

“Okay.”

On the other hand, Ziyun said a few words to Aunt San. Aunt San asked his servant to go down and arrange it. Ziyun returned to Gan Ziyi and smiled sweetly, "Master, Aunt San has already asked him to go down and prepare. Let's go to the house for a while and wait for me to accompany you, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Gan Ziyi smiled so hard that he couldn't see the eyes, and hugged Ziyun into the house.

After waiting for half an hour, the maid came to report that the pleasure boat was ready, and the master and the lady could board the boat for a trip.

So the two of them bent down to board the sedan chair, carried by the sedan chair, and walked through the alley, hearing the sound of waves in their ears. Gan Ziyi kept looking out, looking like a child who had been out for the first time, and kept patting the armrest in the sedan chair, signaling to speed up: "Master, you will arrive soon." Ziyun sat beside him, comforting with a smile, "Look at your anxious look?"

Gan Ziyi smiled a little embarrassedly and deliberately changed the topic, "Ziyun, do you know? There is a poem that is specifically written about you."

"Really? What is the word? I don't have much study in my family, please tell me?"

"Should you wait a while, wait for the boat, I will tell you in detail."

Ziyun didn't think he was joking with him. He really thought there was a poem about himself. He was very happy and hoped to get on the boat as soon as possible to listen to his explanation--this time, she was a little anxious this time, and repeatedly urged, "Just hurry up."

Gan Ziyi teased, "What's wrong? Can't wait to serve me?"

"master"

While laughing, the sedan chair stopped by the dock of the Haihe River and went down the stairs on the shore. Gan Ziyi looked over carefully. This was a light boat, which was made very exquisitely, and could also be called a pleasure boat. Looking at the pleasure boat in his eyes, Su Shun helped him follow the built springboard and entered the boat: "Master, I will help you to the back cabin."

Entering the cabin, Ziyun entered the rear cabin to change his clothes. Gan Ziyi looked around and saw that the front cabin on the boat was a place for banquets. There was a round table that could accommodate eight people in the middle, but only two thin rattan ring chairs were prepared. The fruit plates and the covered tea bowls were all set. When he touched the tea bowl, the warm heat happened to be at the mouth. Gan Ziyi was also a little thirsty, so he reached out and wanted to make a cow drink. Sushun hurriedly said, "Master, what's here..."

"What are you afraid of?" He ignored Sushun's concerns and drank a bowl of tea. "You always worry about it. If you find out, how rude would it be?"

Sushun smiled embarrassedly, "It's the slave who is confused. The slave judges a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Fortunately, he received the master's teachings and felt ashamed."

"You go down, don't you know where the pier is? Come and pick me up tomorrow morning."

"Master, why not let Eunuch Lu stay and serve the master? How can you do that if you have no use to those around you?"

"No, didn't there be anyone yesterday? Isn't it better to be fine? Go, go."

Seeing that he was determined, Sushun didn't dare to say much, and knelt down and ran into Liufu: "Master, then, I'll come again tomorrow morning to ask for a trip." After that, he left the cabin one after another.

He turned around and saw that Ziyun had arrived beside her. She changed her clothes: she thought that the black silk shirt and pants were tied with coral buttons, a fallen horse bun on her head, a golden hair with jade beads, a row of beads and orchids were inserted diagonally on her temples, and a thin powdery look, and the smile-like look was even more different from what she saw in the pastoral countryside.

Compared with yesterday's slightly unfamiliarity, today the two of them were in the cabin, and they were familiar with each other. Gan Ziyi held her hand in a familiar way, hugged her in his arms, and kissed her deeply, her lips and tongue entangled, and her breathing was awe-inspiring, a young man and woman were very moved.

Ziyun pushed him away, "It's still bright. Wait until night,..." Seeing Gan Ziyi's face rosy, the woman couldn't help but tease: "The boat has moved, are you still afraid that I will escape by leaping through the water?"

Gan Ziyi looked out, right? The oars were shaking, and the pleasure boat was walking off the shore. It had reached the center of the river. The sky was also very beautiful on that day. The water surface was as blue as a whole piece of satin, and the waves were not stirring. Listening to the birds chirping on the shore, it made people feel like swimming in the picture.

Turning his head and looking at the pier when he set off just now, under the afterglow of the sunset, you can see Sushun and Liufu watching here with their forehanded a shed. Gan Ziyi felt a rare warmth in his heart: Liufu needs no need to say, Sushun, a slave, can be commendable only by looking at this love for the master, and he will have the opportunity to promote it well in the future.

Ziyun didn't know what he was thinking, so she smiled and moved closer: "Master, please give me some dinner?"

"Okay." Gan Ziyi hadn't used it much in the garden, and at this time he felt a little hungry, "Why, did you make the soup with your own hands?"

Ziyun smiled and did not answer his question, "There is a layer, and the slaves can declare first. Only vegetarian food can be eaten on the boat, and no meat."

"It's hot, so eating vegetarian food is better, and more importantly," Gan Ziyi reached out to pinch her erect breasts. "Are you not satisfied with having these two balls of soft jade and warm meat?"

"Tu" Ziyun gave him a charming look, "If you talk, you will have nothing to say."

"You are so brave," said Gan Ziyi, "and don't even bring a bag?"

"The weather is getting hotter and I'm pressing my belly tighter, so I won't suffer?" Ziyun said, "Besides, there are no one on the boat, only us, Is it troublesome to wear it around?"

Speaking like this, it was like treating Gan Ziyi as the closest person. He didn't know the truth in his heart, but felt that he was extremely helpful in his ears. He laughed a few times, "That's right, that's right. Don't say that he was dressed coolly, just..." He thought, "It's nothing great to show the innocent body given by his parents." But in a second thought, he knew that when he said such words in front of Zi, it would be very unpleasant. The atmosphere was awkward, so why bother?

Seeing him silent, Ziyun said, "Master, I won't say bad things tonight, I will only talk about the wind and moon. You just told the me that there is a poem based on the name of me? Haven't you said yet?"

"Ah, yes." Gan Ziyi was amused by her and asked after pondering for a moment, "There is a song about "He Xinlang" in the Kangxi Dynasty. Do you know?"

"Isn't "He Xinlang" just "Golden Lu Qu"?"

"Yes."

"Then you have to say, 'Is Ji Zi safe? Then I will return, and everything in my life is worth looking back.' This poem by Gu Zhenguan is passed down by every family, and even children can recite it." Ziyun said with confidence.

"It's hard for you to have such talent and learning. However, it's not this one. The song I said was not only passed down from thousands of words back then, but also a masterpiece of eternal songs." He added, "It's incredible and amazing."

"Then, I don't know. I'd better listen to you, Master?"

"You'd better write it down. You have to understand this poem carefully before you can know its wonderfulness."

There was also a desk in the cabin. I found a pen and an ink cartridge. The ink cotton was dry and some water was poured into it. It was so wet inside. But there was no paper. "Just take your white silk handkerchief and use it to record it."

Ziyun reminded him, spread the handkerchief and picked up the pen, "Master, read it."

Gan Ziyi recalled and slowly recited: "A little drink of tea is enough to make a living, I am happy to see the lights of the hairpin, the lights are swaying in front of the lamp, and the laughter is loud and whispered through the screen. I reported that the birds were on the rise, and secretly stole the Sandun's face, and the male and females were confused, but they took the spring bow in private and sent it to you to uncover the mandarin tent."

After reading the first half of the verse, he walked behind Ziyun, looked down, took her pen, and changed a few typos, "Do you know what allusion this is?"

Ziyun shook her head honestly, "I don't know."

"Although this poem is wonderful, if you don't understand the reasons, it will be like watching flowers in the fog. Even if you are separated by a layer, you will not be able to understand the beauty of it." Gan Ziyi came to Tan Xing and pulled Ziyun to the ring chair beside him, "Do you know that there was a big earthquake in Beijing in the 18th year of Kangxi?"

"How can I know about such a faraway thing? But I heard... people have said it."

"Oh. That disaster that year was shocking, even Emperor Kangxi had to set up a tent outside the palace to sleep and rest. Although the palace in the city built by Emperor Chengzu of Ming Dynasty was solid and reliable, no one dared to protect such a disaster and would not collapse again. What about the people? Because they were afraid of another aftershock, they would still collapse again, so they could only sleep on the streets. The reed mat was not easy to get, and they were connected to the hanging streets with clothes to cover them. The worst thing was that when there were rainy weather, the "vagrant map" was probably not even drawn by Zheng Xia."

"What about it later?"

"Among the disaster-stricken officials, there is a man named Chen Qinian. The lyrics he just read for you were written by this person." Gan Ziyi brought back the topic, "This person is really talented and as good as a lake or a sea, and no one has ever been able to object."

Ziyun felt a little impatient, how could he talk about the old things in the Kangxi Dynasty? His eyes floated, and he kept laughing and continued to listen: "Chen Qinian's father is Chen Dingsheng, and he is one of the four young masters with Mao Pijiang,"

Ziyun's eyes lit up and she suddenly spoke, "Is it the Mao Pijiang who married Dong Xiaowan?"

"Yes, that's that person." He also said, "When Chen Dingsheng died, Mao cherished Chen Qinian's talent and recruited him to study at the Plum Blossom Villa in Dongting Mountain. A book boy in the Book Hall was named Ziyun."

Ziyun's little face turned white and she was about to show off, "So, after talking for a long time, the master is here to entertain the slave family? Don't listen."

Gan Ziyi was very excited, so how could he lose this only listener? He hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Ziyun's waist, "This is not a pastime for you. You will know when you hear it. Well, your body smells so good?"

Ziyun burst into laughter when he spoke like a child, letting him bury his face in front of his chest, shaking it slightly, as if she didn't know how to be intimate. "Enemy" said half-truely, "I don't know what's wrong. When I see you, I feel so uneasy. It's really a grievance in my previous life."

These words were enough to touch her soul. Gan Ziyi felt hot in his heart. He hugged Ziyun on his legs and kissed her red lips hard.

After a long time, Gan Ziyi looked at her dark eyes, "Are you still angry?"

"Don't be angry. My master."

"Really?"

"real."

"Okay, I'll continue to tell you."

Ziyun was so helpless that she sat on the chair again and listened to him telling the story: "... Although Ziyun is a man, she has a beautiful face, like a good woman, and is good at singing. Chen Qinian takes him to wander under the flowers every day without consulting books. Later, Mao Pijiang found out, and was afraid that he would indulge in reading, so he sent two other servants to tie Ziyun up. News came from the middle gate that Mao Pijiang would blame him because Ziyun was not dedicated to the school's book hall, and then sent him away from a distance."

As he listened, Ziyun gradually became interested and had an unknown concern for this man with the same name as his: "What about it later?"

"Later, Chen Qinian was shocked when he got the news. He knew that he had to ask the old lady to be a wife, so he knelt down in front of the door and refused to get up. The old lady said that if he could write a hundred plum blossom poems overnight, he would still send Ziyun to serve."

Ziyun poked her tongue pretty, "One hundred poems?"

"Yes." He said, "Chen Qinian returned to the book hall, worked hard all night, searched the books all night, and quoted all the allusions of plum blossoms. Finally, at dawn the next day, he made a hundred plum blossom poems and got purple clouds together. At the same time, he also realized the intention of Mao's mother and son, and worked hard from then on."

"Later, Ziyun got married and had a long time to join forces. Chen Qinian was confused and made this song He Xinlang and him."

After hearing this, Ziyun took the copied lyrics and essays and could already know the beauty of it. However, the love of Yu Tao like Chen Qinian and Ziyun is like this. As a woman, she is born but can't meet such a affectionate person? Looking back at Gan Ziyi's smiling look, the woman's heart is in chaos.

The cabin door opened lightly, and the little maid walked in with a tray, "Master, Miss, the vegetarian meal is ready."

Vegetarian rice has a unique taste. Gan Ziyi is really hungry. He is now on the table, "Do you use porridge or rice? If you eat, I will make you a bowl of soup.

"I'll eat porridge? What about you?"

"Master eats porridge, and I also eat porridge."

There was a scent of sharing the same chaff in his tone, which rippled the falling flowers and flying catkins of Ziyun, and the feeling of being left to the sky without any support, and inspiring the unwillingness to wander for a long time and eventually fall into a state of decline. Gan Ziyi felt warm in his heart. He really wanted to let the boat dock, so he found Sushun and issued an order on the spot to take Ziyun to the capital and stay together forever.

But when she thought about her identity, she felt discouraged. Even if she met and was destined to be together, she was still close to Pengshan. Even if she loved her, she was just a marriage. Moreover, she didn't know what Ziyun thought, and if she was willing or feasible; if she said it but gave her back, it would be difficult to tell the good things. If Ziyun didn't speak tightly in the future, she would be too embarrassed.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head as if he had never heard of it, picked up the chopsticks, "I'll finish eating later, and I'll read the second half of the verse for you."

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