A girl ran away at night

Emperor Guangwu rode a cow and killed Xinyewei and got a horse.

A cow is as big as a horse.

Zheng Guofan was completely made by this honest fat man. This allusion is so powerful! He is really a talented person. If he could at least become a moderator for the forum in five hundred years, he would be a waste of time to be a manager of a marine merchant.

Seeing the fat man hunching his waist, looking at him with a guilty look on his forehead. Although the good official smiled in his stomach, he had no expression on his face. He raised his hand and slowly stretched over him. He patted He Maxiang's shoulder twice, "He is really a talented person. You can even know such a remote allusion in "Book of the Later Han Dynasty".

He Maxiang was shaking all over by the good official's two strokes. It was not because the good official was slapped heavily, but because he was nervous. After the good official finished saying something, he felt relieved. Then he was happy again. He said his feelings casually, but he was actually right?

He was so happy that he was a little dazed. This... can I also quote the classics?

"He, I'm here to move my body, you don't mind!"

"Ah? Oh! Don't mind, don't mind." He Maxiang quickly rushed the sailors who stared at him, "Little husband, you can do whatever you want."

The good official smiled and bowed to him, asking Datou to pass by the village chief. The master and servant were fed the tricks in front of the deck.

He Ma was driving the sailors far away, then he watched the two men rushing over the deck in front and wielding their swords, shaking their heads while smacking their lips, "It's really a good friend and civil and military. I'm afraid it will take five hundred years to produce one. No wonder the master wanted to recruit him as his son-in-law." The saying that one in these five hundred years is naturally what storytellers often say in the mouths of storytellers. After hearing about storytellers for a long time, he knew that one in the great talent must have been produced in five hundred years. The rest are just "no heroes at that time, so the prince became famous."

"Why do you care about the ship, what do you care about the ship?" A group of sailors squeezed over, "What a cow. The one who is as big as a horse. What is the story of the man who is so horny?"

He Maxiang suddenly raised his chest, "Didn't you hear someone say that Zheng Xiaogong said, "Do you know about the Book of the Later Han Dynasty," just like Guan Erge reading the Spring and Autumn Annals at night. The Book of the Later Han Dynasty is similar to the Spring and Autumn Annals. Do you know why you are sailors? Because I have read a lot of books, such as Spring and Autumn Annals, Summer and Winter, Former Han Dynasty, and Later Han Dynasty, I have all read it."

The sailors immediately flattered Hemaxiang, making Hemaxiang feel very comfortable, and a layer of oily sweat oozed out of their faces. They said proudly: "Because you are working very hard today, each person will add a piece of meat to dinner. Tian Qi went to say to Chef Ma, and said that it was what I said, each person will add meat to dinner."

The sailors roared, "Thank you, He, for the ship." Some people were not satisfied, and asked with a shy face if they could have another cup of Shanyin sweet wine. No need to be too much, a small cup is enough. He Maxiang immediately lowered his face, "I'm really awesome, and I still want to drink? Hurry up and wipe the deck on the back deck. Master, I won't wipe it clean..." He said, raising a hand and pinching it tightly, as big as a vinegar bowl. The sailors scattered, and ran to the back deck like a chicken. He Maxiang then put down his fist, spat, and cursed, "A bunch of cheap bones."

On the top of the cabin, the ship owner Yan held the sidebar of the bed and looked at Zheng Guofan and Shan Sinan below through the lattice. His cabin was equal to the captain's room, and the front and rear decks could be seen through the window. His vision was excellent and the highest place in the entire ship.

"Oh! It's really both civil and military." She shook her head and smacked her lips. She felt that this little Zheng would definitely have a future in the future, and it was the least helpful. She must be a famous scholar with good luck. She could also be a cabinet master. The key is that this person is young and everything is possible. Once he starts, he will have at least 40 or 50 years of career.

Thinking of this, Seong couldn't help but walk to the cabin where his daughter lived at the opposite door, patted the door, and after a few breaths, Xiaoqian opened the cabin door and he walked in quickly.

Yan Qingwei was holding the manuscript that Xiaoqian took back, crying while reading, for the feelings between Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing in the book, for Bai Suzhen's courage to pursue her love bravely. Anyway, tears flowed down like money.

Looking at the appearance of my daughter, I couldn't help but frown. Oh! My silly daughter! You really shed tears when you read the Three Kingdoms and worry about the ancients. I admit that she is good at reading this book, but there are no good people who write books. You have the ability to hold that person firmly in your hands, write whatever you want, read it whenever you want, and read it whenever you want, why bother to give up the roots and seek the end? It's really unwise, it's still a loss for Mr. Qingteng's disciple.

In the past few days, Miss Yan Qingwei and Miss Yan have never taken the initiative to visit the young husband of Zheng Guofan, a thirteen-year-old famous scholar. She stared at Xiaoqian every day to read Zheng Guofan’s newly written manuscripts, and she didn’t know how much tears had been earned by the good official. Her father didn’t know how many times she had hinted in front of her openly and secretly. That’s what she meant, how could such a smart woman not guess!

But the problem is that she thinks that even if a thirteen-year-old child is good, even if his poems are good and lyrics are good, why should I, Mr. Qingteng’s disciple, come and go to find him? If he is willing to put down his airs and take the initiative to visit me, I will reluctantly give him face, otherwise... Humph!

This arrogant and charming attacked him, but he became more and more reluctant to see Zheng Guofan, and he didn't even take a step in the cabin, so he would not make any decisions without any embarrassment.

Really, the emperor is not anxious about the eunuchs, the imperial concubine is not anxious about the palace maids, and it is so anxious about Dad Yan! There is no such store after passing this village! Now that he is thirteen years old, he still has time to start. How can he still have time to wait for another year or two? Just look at the song "A Chinese Ghost Story: White Snake" written by Mr. Yan almost dares to conclude that once he arrives in Ningbo, he will sell the book for less than a year, and this song will definitely be passed down to the world. At that time, who would not want to come up and take a bite?

"Daughter." Boat owner Yan walked over with a smile, "Is this singing book still good?"

Yan Qingwei saw her father smiling and knew what his father was using. She simply made it clear, "Dad, don't you understand what you mean, but is your daughter so willing to give him a voluntary man? Besides, that person is probably not a man..."

This is a bit heavy. When Dad Yan heard this, hey! My silly daughter stomped her feet with hatred, but she couldn't get angry, so she had to smile bitterly, "Okay, okay, follow you, follow you."

She sat in her daughter's cabin for a while and had no choice but to go out. Xiaoqian beside her blinked her eyes and felt that her lady was a little stupid. People like Zheng Xiaogong, who looked for lanterns all over Zhejiang, were afraid they wouldn't be able to find her. But the lady actually talked about face at this time. The problem was that Zheng Xiaogong could afford to wait. In three years, she would be only sixteen years old, but she could not afford to wait! In three years, she would be nineteen, and she would not be married at the age of nineteen. She would be an old girl. She would be seventeen years old in three years. She would be considered an old girl.

Girls in the Ming Dynasty were precocious, and Chen Ziming of the Song Dynasty compiled the "A Collection of Women's Good Remedies" and said, "A man who is proficient in sixteen and proficient in thirty. A woman who is fourteen and Tiangui arrives, she must marry him at twenty. All want to be complete and solid, strong and longevity." It makes sense from a medical point of view.

But in fact, Emperor Hongwu Zhu Yuanzhang, who followed Zhu Zi's words and behaviors, stipulated that men and women must be married for 16, fourteen, for example, Zhu Yuanzhang's daughter, Princess Ningguo, was born in 1364 AD, and married the son of Hou Mei Sizu of Runan in 1378, at the age of fourteen.

Therefore, strictly speaking, the sixteen-year-old Yan Qingwei is already an old girl at this moment, while the fourteen-year-old Xiaoqian is just young and suitable for getting married.

The young and young Xiaoqian looks at the good official! Just like Sister Yutu looks at Elder Tang, she wants to swallow it in one mouthful of her mouth in the tone of a storyteller. She just wants to sit in Diaoyutai. She is really not anxious, and the maid is so anxious that she jumps her feet.

If my wife married, that would be great. The young master of the Zheng family would become the master. He was a lady's personal maid and would inevitably be the head of the house. In the future, the lady would always get pregnant and have children. Then it would be a concubine and love her. Wouldn't it be beautiful? If she gave birth to a son and half a daughter for the master, she would have a dependency in her life. Maybe the master passed the Jinshi and became a high-ranking official. What a Shangshu, the master! If my son was successful and learned the master's ability, he would become the master. At that time, he would be able to become an imperial decree because of his son. When he was old and died, his son would erect an inscription for me next to the master, and then he would write a first-class imperial decree on his own... Xiaoqian's thinking was divergent, and the more he thought about it, the more he was more beautiful, his face was full of smiles.

"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian..." Miss Yan shouted in a stack of voices and called Xiaoqian back to her soul. The little maid woke up from her beautiful dream in a panic, "Miss, what's the matter?"

Yan Qingwei saw her like that, she knew what she was thinking in her mind. She couldn't help but slap her on the head with a ball, "You're crazy! I think you want to be Xiaoqing and go crazy!"

The little maid covered her head and pouted her pink mouth and muttered in a low voice: "Don't you also want to be Bai Suzhen, but you just want to suffer for face."

Yan Qingwei couldn't help but blush her face, and she swung her slap her head again, "Damn girl, I'm trying to die, I'll talk nonsense again, look at me pulling your tongue."

"Then, Miss, you'd better pull my tongue out! You won't regret it in the future, and you'll blame me again." Xiaoqian spit out the lilac tongue, and Miss Yan was angry, "What do I regret?"

"Miss, you say that one has only been released in five hundred years like Mr. Qingteng. Now there is one has one has been released in five hundred years. You are unwilling to give up. Do you have to wait for another four hundred and eighty-four years?" Xiaoqian has been to her close maid since she was a child, and she had no scruples to talk to her. She reached out to take the manuscript of Bai Snake and shook her hand, "You all say that Bai Suzhen is really a strange woman, bravely pursuing love, but why can't you take the initiative to talk to Mr. Zheng!"

Yan Qingwei's face was flushed and she said tactfully, "Why should I talk to him on my own initiative?" Xiaoqian sighed, like a little adult, "My stupid lady, Zheng Xiaogong is now thirteen years old. When he is three years old, he will be thirteen years old at that time, and even if he is enlightened at that time, he will know that the lady is better. But in three years, the lady will be nineteen years old. Where can I not marry a 19-year-old person in the world? If the lady thinks that Zheng Xiaogong is nothing great, Xiaoqian has nothing to say. In the future, the lady will marry Zhang and Li, and Xiaoqian will always follow him. However, Miss, Xiaoqian has something to say in front. If the lady marrys an old man, Xiaoqian will be able to run away at night by learning from the Hongfu Nu in the Tang Legend! "
Chapter completed!