Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan Chapter 79: Sisters play

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At the beginning of February, the spring was very cold, the branches and leaves were tender and fresh green, Minglan was in a good mood, and determined to write two large characters to welcome spring, so she opened a table that was idle for a winter, called Danju In a thick ink, he just picked up a pen and wrote, "Three or two peaches outside the bamboo", Mo Lan came to visit, and Ming Lan hurriedly put aside the pen and greeted the door with a smile.

After the greeting, Mo Lan looked up and saw the Huanghuali wood carved begonia inlaid on the marble table, covered with a layer of snow-white rice paper, and the ink was not dry, so she smiled and said, "I'm working hard, disturb my sister." Minglan smiled. Laughing: "It's just writing stubbornly, which counts as hard work."

Mo Lan walked up to the case and picked up the paper to look at, and said critically: "You dare to write a pen like this? There is no half strength. If the pen is not open, the words are like a group!" /

Ming Lan was appraised at the beginning, and he said in a reply: "I can still meet people in lower case. I still copied the scriptures." Please, practice after class time to collect some talent points for the college entrance examination. Can it be the same as a true art pursuer who is practicing hard day and night?

Mo Lan glanced at Ming Lan contemptuously, not to mention mentioning the pen for a few more times, and continued to write a sentence of'Chunjiang Plumbing Duck Prophet', which is full and smooth, much better than Minglan's words. But... Although she can't write, she can see that these words are still worse than the old lady.

Of course, Ming Lan still shouted out loud and praised her hard work. Mo Lan looked at her own words and was quite proud, so she continued to write down, just finished writing the last word, and gave the word'time'. A little bit thick, Rulan is also here, she frowned when she saw that Mo Lan was there, and said: "Why are you here?"

Ming Lan didn't have time to praise Mo Lan's last strokes, so she stepped forward to welcome Rulan into the house. The Yancao that raised the curtain over there was used to it, so she went to make tea without waiting for instructions. Mo Lan put down the pen, turned it out from the desk, and smiled: "If you can come, can't I come?" Minglan hurriedly finished the game and teased herself: "The main reason is that I am ready here, the tea is good, the snack is good, Lord Home is especially good."

Mo Lan Rulan gave her a bite.

I don’t know when, the three sisters often gather in Mu Cangzhai. Actually, Rulan’s Tao Ran Hall is the most comfortable and luxurious, but every time Mo Lan enters, she has to make fun of'vulgar and rustic', and Mo Lan Shanyueju is the most elegant and pleasant, full of pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Rulan has to provoke'false pedagogy' when he enters. So often there is no such thing as a word, and war will break out; only Minglan can bear it. Can shrug past.

Rulan went around to the table and looked at the big character. Although she couldn't judge whether the character was good or bad, she still had to say a few words: "Why don't you use the swallow paper? This time, my uncle sent a lot of Is it?" Minglan proceeded, fearing: "That's so expensive, you don't need ordinary calligraphy."

Mo Lan snorted coldly: "Writing is the brushwork. Even Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface" is only written on ordinary paper, but it has been spread through the ages. Is it that paper?"

Ming Lan hurriedly interjected: "The two sisters are right, but my brushwork is worthy of this ordinary rice paper. When I look back, my sisters will come to me to write. Please bring your own good ones. Paper note."

She is not afraid of their quarrels, but it is best not to be Mu Cangzhai on the battlefield. Last time they breathed, Mo Lan casually smashed a cloisonné enamel fragrance box, Rulan waved off three pastel beans The green-glazed Xi Tzu cup is not easy to claim, Minglan feels distressed.

The yancao came up with the tea tray, followed by the red tangerines in the Xingxin basket box. Minglan hurriedly pulled the two of them to the table and said with a smile: "This is the new red bean paste made by my mother yesterday. Come from the old lady, sisters try it."

Mo Lan commented on the tea again as usual, and Rulan also criticized a few words about refreshments as usual, which calmed the atmosphere.

After a few sentences, I talked about yesterday’s visitors, Rulan said: "Mother said, then Mrs. He is well-versed in medical skills. She came to talk to the old lady and gave the old lady a pulse without saying a few words. When I got up, I didn't ask us to visit."

Merlanswen moved the lid of the tea bowl, and smiled: "I heard that the son of the He family who came with him is also studying medicine; hey...it’s better to practice medicine, but unfortunately, he went to the hospital and got stuck. The judges are no more than five or six grades at most."

Rulan snorted: "If you have the ability, don't look at the doctor for the rest of your life!" Mo Lan ignored Rulan, only glanced at Minglan, and smiled meaningfully: "But... Innocent, simple population."

Minglan lowered her head to drink tea, and didn’t talk to her. Rulan didn’t know what was going on, and she changed the subject on her own: “When I go to Guangji Temple in the future, what do you think your Sixth Sister should wear? I’m going to give it to my big sister. Wearing a large phoenix hairpin inlaid with silk beads, the precious shrimp-shaped head shook and shaken on it, it was fun."

Ming Lan smiled and said: "Well, I will wear that pair of lotus silver with jade inlaid silk head and face." Rulan wrinkled her nose and said with disgust: "It's too shabby, can't you give our parents a face? If it's not good, I will borrow you!"

Ming Lan didn't care, put down the tea bowl, and said with a serious face: "We are going to pray for blessings. You wear so much gold and sway, be careful that the eyes of the Bodhisattva are dazzled, so you can't listen to what you ask for. Long face? Be careful of being robbed, that's a long face!"

Rulan stared: "Under the feet of the emperor, who would dare to robbery? I have been bored for many days, I have to have fun, I also want to wear my wife's gold hairpin and pearl chain with jewels." Show off The meaning is beyond words.

"Oh my God, you can open a jewelry shop in your own suit. Five sisters will do well and spare your poor neck!" Minglan vomited, Rulan stretched out her hand to twist her face, Ming Lan was busy hiding.

Seeing the two of them laughing together, Mo Lan felt a little bit cold, and said coldly: "In the past years, I went to incense in the first month, but this year it was delayed until now. What is the fun? You are so happy. ."

Rulan immediately turned around and retorted: "The old lady said that the capital is a mixed bag. If people go to incense for a long time in the first month, they cannot be properly taken care of. Don't draw any stories at that time! You think you are in Dengzhou. , Can drive away the miscellaneous people in and outside the temple? What if the prodigal son sees him?"

Mo Lan said with a chuckle: "My sister has read too much drama, so worry about it. In the first month, most of the famous and wealthy people go there. Even if we don't look at it, they will also be careful. What's the fear? The old lady is also careful, she is getting older after all."

Ming Lan was very uncomfortable, and frowned, "Is there no prodigal son among the famous and wealthy? My sister is so beautiful and charming, so you should not cause trouble for your father and brother." Unconsciously brought a little coldness.

Mo Lan choked, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "What do you mean by sister?"

Minglan smiled and said: "What did my sister say?"

Mo Lan stared at him angrily. Ming Lan didn't back down. Rulan was very excited. Unfortunately, the two of them only looked at each other for a while. Ming Lan looked away, smiled gently, and said: "My sister meant, The elders are always more thorough than we think, so we are obedient to the younger ones."

Mo Lan sat down angrily. Rulan was not too addicted, and was about to add two firewoods. Suddenly the curtain opened and a smart little girl got in. It was the maid, the little magpie next to Rulan. A girl respectfully blessed her, and then smiled at Rulan and said: "Five girl, my wife is calling you."

Rulan patted her face in surprise, and whispered: "Ah, I forgot again! My wife asked me to help her read some books." She also looked at the two Lans deliberately, not without pride, "... …Sister Si, Sister Six, I'm leaving first." After that, she hurriedly left.

After waiting for people to walk away, Mo Lan took the table again and said in hatred: "Look at her crazy look! My wife is eccentric too!"

Ming Lan picked up the tea bowl again, blew it softly, and replied: "Aunt Lin taught the fourth elder sister to write poetry and poetry, and the wife taught the fifth elder sister to keep the account, and I learned some female red from Fang's mother. This is not very good. Well."

Mo Lan looked at Ming Lan, and felt a fist hitting the cotton, holding her breath in her stomach, and then said in a strange manner: "I heard that the grandfather of the son of the He family has already paid an official official duties. There is only one big uncle in the family working in the south. The prefect, I don’t know if he will take care of his nephew."

Minglan didn't say a word, just listened to her in silence, then put down the tea bowl, and turned slightly to face Mo Lan to do it, sternly said: "Sister, do you remember Sister Meiyun from Dengzhou?"

Mo Lan didn't expect Ming Lan to mention this suddenly, startled, and said: "Remember, what's the matter?"

Ming Lan slowly said: "Sister Mei Yun is the concubine of Liu Zhifu's family. Madam Liu is also considered kind and kind. Last year, she married a poor local son." Minglan continued, "It's not just her. We have been in Dengzhou for so many years. My elder sister recognizes many of her elder sisters. How are those prostitutes married?"

Mo Lan gradually understood what she meant, her face was very ugly, her delicate eyebrows rose into a sharp fight, Ming Lan continued: "Speaking of which, sister Yunzhu, who has the best luck among them, is just married. A colleague’s son, it was her wife who had no daughter of her own and regarded sister Yunzhu as her own. Others, sister Jin'e married a middle-aged experience to fill the house, but fortunately she had no son in front, and sister Ruichun married the town. Outside of a member. The most pitiful are the sisters Shunniang. Qian Zhixian only cared about their greed and lust. From no matter the life or death of their children, they let their wives rub their hands. Rich households in the countryside pay back a lot of gift money when they fill their houses..."

Mo Lan thought of the girls she had known before, so beautiful, but the wind blows away in a blink of an eye, and her heart is heavy, Ming Lan sighs in a low voice, "It's still a good thing to be able to get out of the boudoir. What about those concubines who are detained by their wives?... The big sister is married into the earl’s mansion. The sisters in the capital are also very decent these days, but we can be with you Do they compare?"

The prostitute is better than the prostitute not only by birth and education, the prostitute is an offensive and defensive position, it is possible to climb the dragon and attach the phoenix if you mix well, but the prostitute is different. The sisters who are born out of her live in a circle, and she sees the same people living the same life, but they finally get married, haha, and they are a thousand miles away. The feeling of loss caused by this comparison is terrible.

Mo Lan said loudly: "We are not the same. Daddy is an effective official, and my older brother is young and promising." After a pause, he whispered: "Don't talk about the pros and cons, just learn about talents, look like me. Didn’t it mean that I didn’t live in my wife’s belly? Look at Changdong, the man in the mansion is also holding red and stepping down. If I don’t grow too much, I will be stepped into the mud. What do I have to subdue for the rest of my life?"

Ming Lan suddenly felt suffocated, got up to open the window, and said softly: "I hope my sister's wishes come true."-How to distinguish between being motivated and restless? What should I do if I climb high and lose weight? Sisters, everyone who can persuade her, if she continues to persuade her, she will be indifferent to others, and Minglan is not worshipping the Virgin.