The zither sounds of women were usually more gentle, more lingering. Qu Qing Ju leaned against the back of the chair, her index finger lightly caressing the rim of the cup. She looked at the flower petals falling into Qu Yue Su's hair. When the spring wind blew, the petals scattered down, carrying an indescribable charm.
Because of her occupation in her previous life, she liked to admire all kinds of beauties. A beauty with long hair floating in the rain of flowers in plain clothes, it was a beautiful painting. Even more so, the sound of a beauty's zither was beautiful.
"The light rain on Tian Street is soft and crisp, the color of the grass seen from afar is not there. The best thing about the spring of the year, surpassing the flowers and willows of the imperial capital. " Qu Yue Su's beautiful voice started, reciting a poem that described spring. Her fingers stopped, giving a perfect ending to the song.
The surrounding people woke up from the music. Some clapped, some sighed in praise. But no one brought up the fact that this qie had originally been the daughter of a duke.
"The person is beautiful, the music is beautiful," He Heng played with the wine cup in his hand, praising with a mirthless smile, "Good."
"To receive a compliment from er ge, it's her good fortune. Qu shi might only be ben wang's cefei, but she is also er sao's meimei. She can call er ge brother-in-law." He Yuan smiled as he raised his wine cup to He Heng, "The person is beautiful, the wine is more beautiful. Let's drink another cup."
He Ming, who was sitting on the right side of He Heng, felt something wasn't right. He looked at the qie sitting by the zither and then looked at er ge. He furrowed his brows. Was san ge purposefully trying to embarrass er ge?
"San di is joking," He Heng didn't get angry, but smiled. He looked carelessly at Qu Yue Su, "San di was willing to let your beloved qie play a song for all of us, to let us see what it means to have a beautiful person and a beautiful song. It should be er ge toasting you." Before this Qu Yue Su had married, she was the daughter of a duke. Now that she was in your Rui Wang Fu, if you liked to show your face with your own woman, what did it have to do with him? You didn't find it embarrassing, what was he afraid of?
Finishing, He Heng deliberately turned his head to ask He Ming beside him: "Si di, don't you think we should toast lao san with a cup?"
He Ming had a confused expression on his face. Raising his wine cup, he said with a silly smile, "This foolish younger brother toasts San Ge. Many thanks for San Ge's warm hospitality."
"You don't have to be so polite. She's just a concubine. What's there to be reluctant about?" He Yuan gritted his teeth and drank the wine, but the fire in his heart burned.
"Ha ha, san di's words are reasonable. Let's drink, let's drink." He Heng raised his cup and laughed, calling for everyone to drink together.
Under the pear blossom tree, Qu Yue Su's fingernails pierced her palm, and a drop of blood dripped onto Jiao Wei's zither. Her jade-white fingertip wiped away the drop of blood, and her index finger stroked across the zither, and a chilling song came out.
"Ah, killing intent everywhere, danger everywhere. Your fu's ce fei's song is very good," He Gui Nian took a sip of tea and looked with a smile at the woman playing the song, "This guniang is talented and beautiful. She also plays the zither well. No wonder san di wants to take her back to the fu."
So what if she had so many skills? She still shamelessly became someone else's concubine? Qin Bai Lu smiled insincerely as she looked at He Gui Nian. Her gaze finally landed on Qu Qing Ju, "That's not the case. Not just wang ye, even I like to listen to her songs. Er sao's meimei, she really is a rare woman. "
Hearing this, Qu Qing Ju sighed: "It's san shu and san dimei's good fortune. Before I married, san mei lived with stepmother. We rarely even saw each other, much less appreciate san mei's zither skills. Now that I've come to dimei's fu, I have the good fortune to hear it. No matter what, I still have to thank san dimei. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had many chances to listen to san mei's zither in this life. " She smiled as she sighed, "It seems that san dimei is very fortunate to have such a good helper to take care of san shu for you."
After He Gui Nian heard Qu Qing Ju's words, she couldn't help but sigh. As expected of er dimei. She was a match made in heaven with er di. Even her words were so murderous.
She tilted her head to look. As expected, she saw Qin Bai Lu's expression change. Any woman who heard such words wouldn't feel good. Which woman was willing to have a beautiful and talented qie to share a husband?
"Many thanks, er sao. I hope that er sao will have such good fortune in the future," Qin Bai Lu raised a teacup and took a sip, trying to make the smile on her face appear natural.
"This kind of good fortune isn't something anyone can have. I won't hope for it," Qu Qing Ju said with a smile, "But just listening to the music isn't that interesting. San dimei, why don't you call for some beauties to accompany you? That would be fun."
Qin Bai Lu squeezed out a smile: "The dancers have already been prepared. Since er sao wants to see the beauties dance, dimei, I will let the servants prepare."
Did they really think that her Rui Wang Fu was a theater that they could order whatever they wanted to see? Qin Bai Lu indicated for the originally prepared program to proceed according to plan. Very quickly, there were dancers dressed in snowy green skirts appearing in the yard. There were also many musicians accompanying the music. It made the entire yard seem very lively.
As the atmosphere became more and more lively, Qu Qing Ju's gaze swept across the male guests. These men were either exchanging cups, or using silver chopsticks to tap on the street. For some reason, she thought of a poem written by Bai Juyi. It wrote: "The head of the silver comb smashes the joints, the blood-colored silk skirt turns the wine stains. This year, the laughter returns to the new year, the autumn moon and spring breeze await leisurely. "It was probably like this, luxurious and rotten. Men were greedy for beauty, but women's youth was so short. After their youth, where would the heart of the man be?
Halfway through the song and dance, He Yuan pointed at the leading dancer, "Er ge, what do you think of this beauty?"
He Heng smiled as he looked at He Yuan. He slowly opened: "In terms of beauty, she naturally surpasses others, but she isn't what I like."
He Yuan, who had been waiting for the other to praise him before giving away the beauty, hadn't thought that He Heng would say such a thing. He paused before asking: "What does er ge like?"
"When I see her, my heart is pleased. She is what I like," He Heng put down the wine cup in his hand and adopted the posture of an elder brother as he said earnestly, "San di, no matter how many beauties there are, it's just icing on the cake. A man shouldn't be too greedy for beauty. The so-called burial ground of beauties, the nest of pleasure, it's the easiest to wear down a man's ambition. We are still young, it's better to spend more effort on politics, it can be considered helping fuhuang. "
He Yuan, who hadn't given away the beauty and had been lectured instead, almost couldn't keep the smile on his face. He put the wine cup in his hand on the table, "Er ge is right. These people are just playing for fun, they can't be taken seriously. It's didi's fault for making er ge worry."
"I know you have always been sensible. I was just saying a few words," Finishing, he smiled as he raised the wine cup, "Come, drink."
He Ming watched with wide eyes as his second brother pushed the beauty out just like that, and even taught his third brother a lesson. His respect for his second brother rose involuntarily. As expected of his second brother.
The fact that Rui Wang had wanted to give away a beauty to Duan Wang while they were enjoying the song and dance only reached Qu Qing Ju's ears when everyone was eating lunch together. Her face didn't change and she generously commented, "To have a beauty as a gift, it's a good thing."
"It's a pity that you can't take this beauty home," He Gui Nian smiled as she wiped the water off her hands. She smiled as she looked at Qu Qing Ju and commented, "My er di said, no matter how beautiful a beauty is, it's just icing on the cake. It's enough to have one that pleases the heart. He also said that men should put more effort into politics."
The womenfolk at the side all praised Qu Qing Ju's good fortune. One said that Rui Wang was generous in his conduct, the other said that Duan Wang was diligent. The left and right families all praised. Even He Gui Nian was praised for having two good didi.
Qu Qing Ju listened to the words of these people and couldn't help but think, poor He Xiao Si, he was once again forgotten by these womenfolk.
Qin Bai Lu looked at the happy smile on Qu Qing Ju's face, the sourness in her heart almost spreading to her throat. She was clearly of higher birth than Qu Qing Ju, and was even more talented than her. Her husband was also more favoured by fuhuang than her husband, but why was she better than her in every aspect? Her popo was warm to her, her husband loved her, and even her clothes and jewellery were more luxurious than hers?
Wasn't it clear that she was the one who was more proud? Other than being a bit prettier than her, how else could Qu Qing Ju compare to her?
The Heavens were really unfair. Such a vulgar woman could have such a good life. Why couldn't she obtain the love of her husband, the satisfaction of her popo, and even have to fight for a man with those shiqie in the houyuan who couldn't even be seen in public?
"Er sao is so beautiful, those common rouge and powder can't compare," Qin Bai Lu opened, "It's natural that Duan Wang doesn't like those dancers."
It sounded like she was praising herself, but why didn't it feel right? Qu Qing Ju smiled as she looked at Qin Bai Lu, "San dimei's words really make me feel ashamed. Da jie just teased me, and now you're doing it again. Us women only have a few short years of youth. What beauty, it's just that."
Many of the womenfolk present had been married for many years. Hearing Qu Qing Ju's words, they couldn't help but sigh. Duan Wang Fei's words were the truth. Who hadn't been young before? But there were people who had always been loved by their husbands, and there were also people who had nothing to say to their husbands. So something like beauty, it could only be a momentary happiness, how could it last forever?
In the Xi Yi Yuan, Qu Yue Su calmly watched as Yao Xi bandaged her wounds. Hearing the laughter in front of her, she grimaced: "Today, I've lost all my face." Now, it was too late for regrets.
"Xiaojie!" Yao Xi's eyes were red as she exclaimed, "Xiaojie, don't think too much. You still have a long life ahead of you."
"Yes, a long life ahead." Qu Yue Su dazedly looked at the half-open door as though she was remembering the conversation between Duan Wang and wang ye. So she was just a plaything.
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