Green Bamboo Elegant House.

This was the elegant name given to the boudoir of his beloved daughter when Jia Min was still alive.

The house is built with several couplets, shaded among thousands of green bamboos.

The winding verandahs, cobbled corridors, and pink walls all convey the Jiangnan landscape.

This is a women's boudoir, and outsiders are not supposed to enter.

It's just that Jia Qiang has the advantage of seniority. Moreover, there are maids in front and back of the hall, so it doesn't matter if grandma is waiting.

Jia Qiang admired the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River all the way. When she was taken to the middle hall of Daiyu Elegant House, she was still unsatisfied.

Seeing his unexperienced appearance, Daiyu teased, "Do you like him like this?"

Jia Qiang nodded and said truthfully: "I really like it."

Daiyu smiled and said: "When people see it, they think it's some mud-legged guy from the countryside!"

Jia Qiang recalled the situation carefully and said: "Who told me that... When Aunt Lin first came to the capital, she seemed to be restrained and didn't dare to make any mistakes for fear of making people laugh! That look, tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk

…”

"nonsense!"

When Daiyu heard this, her face immediately turned red. She glared at Jia Qiang fiercely and said, "Brother Qiang, who is talking nonsense?"

Jia Qiang laughed and said: "It seems...I guessed it myself! I expected that Aunt Lin back then would not be as free and easy as me. There are new and interesting things that I have never seen before. Watch them carefully. What's the point?

No? Whoever likes to make fun, let her make fun of her. As the saying goes, those who laugh at others will always laugh at them... Ugh! That's wrong, that's right, those who laugh at others are the best!"

Seeing Daiyu's sullen face, silently picking up the ruler and staring at someone, Jia Qiang decisively and unprincipledly changed the spotlight.

Xueyan and Zicuckoo, who had an unnatural expression on the side, both laughed. Daiyu snorted and said with a smile: "It's just these scenes, how come you haven't seen enough of the sky?"

Jia Qiang looked at the green bamboos outside the window and said with a smile: "The big houses in the north are all gray. They are solemn, but they are a bit rigid and not as refreshing as those in the south. I have also been to Huifang Garden, although it looks like it is in the south.

It was built by the Provincial Garden, but compared with Aunt Lin's house, it is more luxurious and expensive, but naturally it is not enough and a bit stiff. Of course, each has its own advantages. I just took a look, it is not because I dislike the poor and love the rich."

Daiyu smiled and said: "Nonsense again! My family is considered rich? Rongning's second mansion occupies most of the street, and you actually talk like that?"

Jia Qiang shook her head slightly and asked Daiyu: "Aunt Lin called me here, but what are her instructions?"

Seeing that he didn't want to talk to her for a while, Daiyu snorted and said, "Are you going to have a banquet at Slender West Lake soon?"

Jia Qiang twitched the corner of her mouth and said: "Didn't Aunt Lin teach me just now? Don't be a bad learner, just study hard and live with Xiaojing and Xiangling..."

Daiyu's pretty face turned red, and with her aunt's identity in mind, she asked in a deep voice: "Did I say something wrong?"

Jia Qiang smiled bitterly, bowed and said: "Yes, yes, yes, who dares to say it is wrong? Every word is right!"

Daiyu snorted and said: "You don't know the hearts of good people! When you go to the banquet today, do you think they will just come here? I heard Aunt Mei say that those people outside on the boat first have to take the poetry test

, euphemistically called the Xiaoxiang Examination. Then the poems will be anonymized and sent to the oiran behind the screen for comment. The person who wins the first place will be able to sit with the beautiful and talented oiran. The worst person will... have an ugly woman.

Wait. I usually ask you to write poems by heart, but you just don’t listen. Isn’t it too late to regret now?”

Having said this, Daiyu looked at Jia Qiang almost pitifully, with a look of unbearable sadness in her eyes.

It seems that she has seen a woman with buck teeth and moles on her face, urging Jia Qiang to drink: "Uncle, come and have this drink."

When Zijuan and Xueyan heard this, they all suppressed their laughter.

Even they know that Jia Qiang is not good at poetry and has never learned it.

Isn't this tragic?

Jia Qiang heard this for the first time, and her expression was wonderful...

In fact, he also memorized several Ming and Qing poems.

But even if you want to copy it, you have to adapt to the situation.

You can't copy frontier poems describing the scenery of the North on a Yangzhou boat, right?

Although the Song Dynasty passed directly over the Yuan and Ming Dynasty, even if he remembered "The Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passes East", how could such poems be composed by a young man like him on the painting boat of Slender West Lake...

If you apply it mechanically, you will be laughed at.

As for what to do?

Jia Qiang snorted, raised her chin slightly, and sneered: "Who has time to compete with them in poetry? I am the Queen of Wu Xun Ningguo, and I will compete in shooting...wrestling!"

He's actually not very good at bows and arrows, so he might as well capture them...

After all this calculation, why does he feel that he is incompetent in both writing and martial arts?

Jia Qiang suddenly woke up...

When Daiyu heard this, she said angrily: "You're not afraid of others forcing you, but you're afraid that others won't tell you, and they will write the poems themselves, leaving you to act like a fool! Just because you're an ordinary person, don't you feel better?

You have to have some dignity outside."

It turns out that she was worried about his appearance outside...

At this moment, Jia Qiang's heart trembled violently...

Jia Qiang blinked, looked at Daiyu with a faintly moved look and said, "Didn't Aunt Lin repeatedly warn me not to be a bad example? Why are you still worried that I won't be able to win the oiran?"

Daiyu spat "Bah" and said: "I'm worried that you won't be able to win the oiran? I'm worried that you will lose your dignity and be looked down upon by others. Wouldn't you be crying when you come back?"

Maybe that picture was so beautiful just thinking about it, Daiyu couldn't help but purse her lips and laugh out loud.

But when she saw something strange about Jia Qiang, her eyes were different from those in the past, but she was slightly startled...

Jia Qiang sighed softly, bowed and said, "Thank you so much, aunt, for your love and care."

Hearing this, Daiyu's pretty face turned red instantly, her face softened, and she said warmly: "Brother Qiang, there's no need to be like this, get up quickly... Now that you are a guest in my house and a relative, how can I not take care of you more and take more care of you?"

Do you want to show your kindness to your host?"

Jia Qiang stood up and said bluntly: "My aunt knows my temperament and never likes to interact with others, especially those who cannot share the same goals. If they are really rude and arrogant, I will leave."

Daiyu said softly: "If you only stay in Yangzhou for half a year and have fun, it's okay to do it like this. But you still have to do serious things, so it's not good to do it like this..." As she said that, she took a few cases from the side.

Picking up a stack of paper, her pretty face turned slightly red, and she said: "These are a few poems and poems that I have written casually these days, either chanting about scenery or talking about things, all related to the color of Yangzhou's water. In addition, there are a few poems and poems that I have written randomly.

This poem was written by my father in private and has never been publicized. Take it and have a look. You have always had a good memory and you can remember it after reading it once. When someone asks you to write a poem, don't be confused."

Looking at the pile of paper in front of her, Jia Qiang's expression became a little subtle again...

Seeing him like this, Daiyu thought it was because of his pride and hurriedly said: "Brother Qiang, don't think too much, I'm not looking down..."

Jia Qiang took a deep breath, shook her head and interrupted: "Aunt Lin, don't worry, I am a ungrateful person!"

Although what he wanted to do was completely different from Daiyu's expectation, Jia Qiang was deeply moved by the fact that she had such intention.

He took the piece of paper and looked carefully at the contents, only to find that there were not only poems and short orders on the piece of paper, but also the annotations and even the allusions used were written clearly.

Jia Qiang looked at Daiyu with an unconcealed expression, and when Daiyu saw Jia Qiang, who had always been calm and unchanging, with such an expression, a hint of cunning and satisfaction flashed in her starry eyes.

She felt that she owed a lot to others, so she tried her best to pay back as much as possible.

It is better to have more than to have less.

Furthermore, she also wanted to see Jia Qiang lose her composure. Who could make someone so proud all day long that he would not take her as an aunt in his eyes? Humph!

Sure enough, seeing Jia Qiang so moved, her idea succeeded and she became even more happy.

Unexpectedly, Jia Qiang stood there, took a cup of tea, and carefully read each page of paper. She closed her eyes and memorized it for a moment. Then she opened her eyes and said, "Aunt Lin, actually, I don't

I don’t care whether the oiran accompanying me is ugly or..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Daiyu, with a stern face and gritted teeth, stepping forward to snatch the paper in his hand!

Jia Qiang laughed and avoided it, saying, "Just listen to what I have to say!"

Daiyu stood there with her feet down, squinting at a certain fellow with eyes as clear as snow-capped mountains and ice springs, as if she had sworn hatred!

Jia Qiang carefully collected the paper and put it in her arms, then said sternly to Daiyu: "Aunt Lin, what I just said was definitely not a scoundrel. Of course, Aunt Lin's thoughts moved me very much. These poems

, I will definitely read it carefully and recite it often. However, I will not tarnish these golden words on a painted boat. To me, it doesn’t matter whether the courtesans are ugly or beautiful. In my eyes, they are just

I'm a poor person who can't help myself. I have no power to change the dark scene in this world. But at least I can do it. I don't take them as stubborn objects for fun, nor do I take them as a romantic and glorious thing. I

In my heart, I look down on those celebrities and talented people who talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, and claim that they have the ambition to help the world and bring peace to the people, but they spend their days cheating with prostitutes. They can't even save the miserable women around them who have fallen into prostitution, so who can they save? So, just now I

Saying that you don't care about their opinions is really not a lie to my aunt. As for teasing... There are so many turmoils in this world, what does their teasing and ridicule have to do with me?"

Not only was Daiyu greatly shocked by these words, but Zijuan and Xueyan were also shocked and speechless after hearing this.

Naturally, they have never seen a prostitute in a brothel. Even if they know what an oiran is, they only know it from opera and chatting with women in the inner house.

In their impression, courtesans always meet people who betray their hearts and make them cry.

Only the very few who meet someone they can trust will have an enviable ending.

When the nuns in the inner house talked privately, they would all hate and scold those kiln ladies for being coquettish and bad-teaching men.

But half-grown-up girls won't listen to those old haters at all. Instead, they think those courtesans are very beautiful.

Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned and die miserably in the end, it is still a sad and beautiful life...

But they never thought that someone would sympathize with the plight of those courtesans and respect them.
To be continued...