The red dawn rolls up the window screens. Sleep half dragging. How like sleeping idly. It's not yet high.
Flowers rush to the Jade Tower. People upstairs can't sleep. There's one person. In front of my eyes and in my heart.
In other words, Ximen Qing married Yulou at home. Yaner was newly married. She was glued like paint. She met Chen Zhai and sent Wen's sister-in-law to correspond. She was going to marry her elder sister on June 12. Ximen Qing was too busy to get out of bed. She accompanied her by Meng Yulou with a Nanjing lacquer-drawing bed. Three dynasties and nine days were chaotic for more than a month. Never go to Pan Jinlian's house. Lean the woman's door everyday. Look through her eyes. Make her go to his door. The man at the door knows that Pan Jinlian brought her. Don't pay attention to him. The woman's expectation is so tight. She calls her daughter back and asks her to go to the street. How dare she enter his deep house and yard? See him at the door only. Men Qing came back. He was scolded by the woman on his face. It was no use blaming him. He was asked to kneel. He was hungry till noon and did not eat with him. It was time for Sanfu Heaven. The woman was hot. She ordered Ying Er to hot water. Waiting for a bath, she made a cage of stuffed meat horns. She waited for Simon Qing to eat. She was sitting in a muslin jacket. On the stool, looking forward to the arrival of Simon Qing, scolded a few heartless thieves. Reluctantly, he took off two red embroidered shoes from his feet with his slender hands. He tried to make a love story.
Everyone dares not speak aloud.
There are goats on the hillside as evidence:
Shipolo socks are born naturally. Red clouds are like love stories. They sprout like lotus roots. If lotus unloads flowers, how can they grow bigger? Wickers are harder than half-forked. He doesn't miss us. Why don't we miss him? Leave the curtain behind the door. Quietly, empty slaves are cursed by the name of his son. How do you love fireworks? Don't come to my house? Slaves eyebrows are dull. Where does the green poplar tie the horse? He failed us. How did we ever fail him?
The woman missed each other once. She didn't feel sleepy. She fell asleep in bed. She woke up about an hour. She was not in good spirits. Ying Er asked, "The water is hot. The mother doesn't bathe."
The woman asked, "The corners are steamed. Show me."
Yinger rushed to the room. The woman counted with her slender hands. She made thirty corners of the next cage. There were only twenty-nine turning over and over. She asked, "Where is that one?"
Yinger said, "I didn't see it. I'm afraid my mother miscounted it."
The woman said, "I counted them twice. Thirty horns. I'll wait for your father to eat them. How did you steal one? You're a delicate slave woman. You're sick. You want this corner. You can't eat in a big bowl or a small bowl. I'll be filial to you."
Then she could not help saying, "You don't admit it. I'm going to hit you in the hundreds."
Nizi, who was beating, was in a hurry. She said, "Niang should stop beating. It's my panic of hunger. She stole one."
The woman said, "You stole it. How can you count on me? You're a prostitute. There's a dead woman. Learn to repeat. Go there today. Still fooling around with me. I'll just cut you down, you fast-headed prostitute."
Put on your jacket. Put him up. Ask him to fan beside you. Put a fan on it. Say, "Thieves and adulterers. Come on. Wait till I pinch your face."
Nanizi was so comfortable. She pinched her fingernails twice before she spared him.
Long time. Walk to the mirror. Come out from the new makeup. Stand under the door curtain. It's just a shame. The tortoise is attached to the felt bag. Ride a horse. Beat the woman at the head of the door. The woman calls. Ask him where he's going. The lad talks well. He walks with the woman. The woman often infiltrates with him. Get off the horse and say, "My father sent me love. Come to the garrison house."
The woman called in and asked, "Something's wrong with your father's family. How can you always keep away from him? It must be another sweet sister."
Liao An said, "My father has never renewed his sister. He's just busy at home these days. He can't get out to see Aunt Six."
The woman said, "Something happens at home. I've been lost there for a month and a half. I don't send a message. I just don't care about it."
Because I asked Lian, "What's the matter? You said to me."
The little fellow just laughed. She refused to say. The woman laughed for a reason. Yu Ding asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Liao An laughed and said, "It's just a matter of toon. Six aunts are only concerned with finding fault and asking what's wrong."
The woman said, "Good little butterfly. If you don't tell me, I'll be annoyed with you all my life."
The boy said, "I said to Aunt Six. Aunt Six Hugh said to Dad what I said."
The woman said, "I will never tell him."
This is what Lian did. She told her family about marrying Meng Yulou from the beginning to the end. The woman didn't listen to me. She could not help but tear down her fragrant cheeks. She panicked. She said, "Six aunts. You were so narrow. So I'm not telling you."
The woman leaned on the door and sighed. "Liang An, you don't know. I'm as kind as he used to be. How can I get away with it today?" she said.
I couldn't stop crying. Liang An said, "Six aunts. Why are you so miserable? My mother doesn't care about him at home."
The woman said, "Liao An, you hear: Qiao Cai is evil-minded. He will not come for a month. Slave embroidered mandarin duck has been absent for thirty nights. He is very fond of leaving. I am demented. I do not agree with the general is very hot. As the saying goes, it is easy to come and give up. Happy. Happy. Fate. Fate.
After that, he cried again. "Six aunts, stop crying. My father is afraid that it's not only on these two days. His birthday is coming. You write a few words. When I take it to you, I'll see it with my father. It's bound to come."
The woman said, "You must be tired. Please come. Tomorrow, I'll make a pair of good shoes for you. I'll wait here for him. I'll live with him. If he doesn't come, it's all on your little greasy mouth."
After that, Ling Yinger put the corner steamed from the table into a dish and sent Liao An Er to tea. As he walked into the room, he took a flower pad, a light jade tube, wool and wool. Xu Fan wrote a poem entitled "parasitic grass". It said, "Send the intimate words of slave to him. Pay the flower pad. Want to tie down the green silk hair at the beginning. The door leaned under the curtain. Affected by some untruthful delays and fears. If you had lost your slavery today, you would not have returned me to Shanlopa.
Write it. Fold it up into a Fang Sheng Er. Pay it off. Pay it to Liao An and take it away. He said, "Overturn him somehow. Wait for his birthday. Come and walk. I'm looking forward to it here."
The woman went out to see your father. She said, "If you come home and see your father, you can say that Aunt Six won't scold you. If he doesn't come, you can say that Aunt Six will come by herself in a sedan chair tomorrow."
Liao An said, "Six aunts. When you eat your own flour dumplings, you bump into a barbarian who calls for a grievance or a curse of gall."
Say that. Go on horseback.
The woman waited long and short every day, such as stones sinking into the sea. July was coming to an end. At his birthday, the woman seemed to be three autumns a day. She looked forward to a night like midsummer. There was no news. She didn't realize that her silver teeth were biting secretly. Star-eye streams. At night, she had to call Wang Po-laid wine and meat with him. She pulled a golden hairpin and him from her head. Go to Ximen Qingjia to invite him. Wang Po said, "This morning and evening, before tea and after drinking, he will not come. When the old man invades tomorrow, invite him to go."
The woman said, "Qian Niang, must remember. Don't forget."
The mother-in-law said, "The old man is in charge of that door. Ken has made a mistake."
This woman is not rich, but she can't. She got this hairpin. She blushed. She went home. Besides, the woman was in the room. The aromatherapy mandarin duck quilt. She couldn't sleep. She sighed and sighed.
How many pipas do you have at night? Lonely empty rooms can't bear to play. So you play the pipa alone. Sing a song, who thinks you have another dress and chains. The angry slave seems to be drunk. He leans on the screen and deliberately guesses. I don't understand. How to throw it away? Send letters and letters. You don't come. If you't live up to the slave's kindness, people will not suffer from natural calamities.
The woman tossed and turned all night. She never slept. When the sun came, she let Ying-er say, "Look at Grandma Wang and invite your father to visit you."
Not long after Yinger went, she said, "Grandma Wang has been out for a long time."
Besides, the woman went out in the morning and came to the head of the Qingmen Gate in Ximen to inquire. They all said they didn't know. After waiting long enough at the foot of the gate wall, they only saw Fu Ji coming to open the shop. The woman went forward and said, "Let's ask. What's the big official at home?"
Fu said, "What did your old man do to him? He asked me earlier. The second one didn't know him. The official celebrated his birthday yesterday. He was at home for a dinner. He had a day of wine. Later, he drew many friends to the courtyard. He didn't come home all night. You went there to find him."
Before leaving the county, the woman came to Dongjiekou. She was heading for the alley of Goulan. She saw Simon Qing riding a horse from far east. Two young men were following her. At this time, she was not awake from the night. She was drunk, and her eyes were full. She was leaning back and forth. She was shouted by her mother-in-law, "What about eating less, big officials?"
The front hand pulled the horse's chewing ring. Simon Qing was drunk and asked, "You are Wang Qianniang. You want Six Sisters to find me."
The mother-in-law whispered in his ear. There were many words. Simon Qing said, "Sir, come home and tell me. I know Six Sisters are annoying me. I'll go now."Na Simen Qing followed him one by one. He said the whole thing one by one.
The woman went in first. The report said, "Congratulations, Madame, thanks to her old age. It's not half an hour. Please invite the senior officials to the future."
The woman heard him coming. She rushed out to greet him as if he had fallen from the sky. Simon Qing came in shaking a fan. She was half drunk and sang with the woman. The woman was blessed. She said, "Sir, noble people seldom see each other. Why did you throw the slaves away? Never come near a shadow. The bride at home accompanied you like glue. Think of the slave family.
Simon Qing said, "You don't listen to nonsense. Why do you ask for a bride? Because the little girl is married. She has been busy for several days. She has never had time to come to see you."
The woman said, "You still coax me. If you don't pity the new and abandon the old, there are others. You say an oath by jumping forward. We believe you."
Simon Qing said, "If I lose you, I'll have big boils. I'll get yellow disease for three or five years. I'll carry big maggot pockets on the plaque."
The woman said, "A conscientious thief. A plaque carries a big maggot biting pocket. What's the matter with you?"
He lifted a corrugated hat from his head with one hand. He looked down at the ground and lost it. The panicked Queen's Mother picked it up and put it on the table for him. She said, "Madam, it's just the old man who doesn't invite big officials. It's like this."
The woman pulled a hairpin out of his head. She held it in her hand and looked at it. But it was a little golden hairpin. There were two slips of words on it: "Jinle Ma Sifang Grassland. People in Yulou are drunk with apricot blossoms."
But Meng Yulou brought it. The woman guessed that the singer gave it away. She took it and put it in her sleeve. She said, "You still don't change your heart. You have gone with your hairpin."
Simon Qing said, "Your hairpin fell off the horse the day before yesterday because of drunkenness. The hat fell off. The hair spread out. It disappeared in time."
The woman put her hand on the face of Ximen Qing. She said, "Brother, your drunken eyes are blooming. You coax three-year-olds not to believe it."
"Don't freak, Madam. Officials. He's forty miles away from the city. He sees bees stinging and shit. He trips and stumbles like an otter when he goes out. He doesn't look very far at it."
Simon Qing said, "Keep yourself close to other criminals. You play on your own."
The woman saw that he was holding a red bone in his hand, sprinkled with gold. The gold nail hinged on the fan. She took a photo of the bright spot. The woman used to know things in the wind and the moon. She saw that the fan was mostly broken eyes with bites of teeth. She suspected that it was the wonderful man and him. It could not help but say that two of them were broken. When Simon was celebrating the rescue, they were torn apart. She said, "This fan is torn apart." A friend of mine, Bu Zhidao, gave me a gift. It was always hidden and never used. Today it was taken for three days. It was torn up by you.
The woman taunted him once. Seeing Ying Er bring tea, she asked Ying Er to put down the saucer. She kowtowed with Simon Qing. Wang Po said, "It's enough for both of you to have spent half a day chattering. Don't miss your business. The old cook has to tidy up."
As she ordered Yinger, she arranged beforehand the wine and dishes for celebrating her birthday with Simon, arranged them, took them to the room and placed them on the table. The woman took out the things for celebrating her birthday with Simon from the box and placed them on a tray. She looked at them with Simon's celebration. It was a pair of black shoes, a pair of thread-picking vanilla-edged appendages, pine bamboo plum blossoms, which were cold at the end of the year. Sanyou's sauce-colored section knee-pads, a green silk yarn, a purple silk ribbon in a water-gloss silk. It contains rows of grass and roses, a lotus-petal hairpin, and a poem with five words and four sentences on the hairpin. Yun: "Slave has a lotus. Give it to Junguan. Everything is the same. Do not abandon it lightly."
Simon Qing was full of joy at first sight. He held the woman in his arms. He kissed her and said, "How do you know you are so smart?"
The woman teaches Yinger to hold a pot and pour a cup with Simon Qing. The flower branches flaunt. The candle insertion also seems to knock four heads. Simon Qing hurriedly pulls up. Two sit side by side. Turn the cup for a drink. The king's mother-in-law accompanies her to eat a few drinks. She eats a red face and leaves home. They are playing for pleasure. The woman accompanies Simon Qing to drink for a long time. Look at the evening sky. But see: Miyun mist headland. Dark fog lock the sky. Stars and bright moon contend for brilliance. Green water is the same as blue sky. Seng Tuo ancient temple. Deep woods shout crows flying. Guest rush to waste villages. Royal lanes bark dogs.
Now Simon Qing ordered the boy to go back to the Ma's house. He rested at the woman's house. Late in the evening, they tried their best to hang on. They had excessive lust.
As the saying goes: extreme joy begets sorrow. Time is fast. Wu Song takes the burden of Zhixian Shuli. He leaves Qinghe County. He goes to Lieutenant Zhu Tai in Tokyo. He gives the book gift, delivers the box and waits for several days. He gets the book back. He takes a pedestrian back to Shandong. It's March and April when he goes back, it's summer and autumn. Rain is continuous on the way. There are three months to go back and forth. On the way to sit and lie down, I just feel uneasy. My mind and body are in a trance. I have to send a local soldier first. Prediction and Zhixian Xianggong. I also sent a private letter to his brother Wuda. He said that he would return it only in August. The local soldier sent a letter to the local soldier. Then he came back and searched for it. Master Wu, but the elder brother is at the head of the door. When the local soldier sees that the door of Master Wu is closed, he wants to call the door. The mother-in-law asks, "Whom are you looking for?"
Tubing said, "I am the first messenger from Wudu to write a book with his brother."
The mother-in-law said, "Wu Dalang is not at home. He has gone to the grave. You have letters. Give them to me. When he comes back, I hand them to him. It's normal."
The local soldier sang a song. He took out his home book and handed it to Wang Po. He rode on his head.
The woman came through the back door with the book. The woman and Simon celebrated the midnight festival. She didn't get up until dinner. The woman cried out, "Officials, ladies, get up and talk to you. Now Wu Erchao sent a letter to his brother. He said he would be there soon. I took it. Send him away. You mustn't. Delay. Early bowel movement is necessary.
Na Ximen Qing did not listen to everything. He listened to this saying. It is precisely:
Divide into eight top-beam bones and pour half a barrel of snow and ice.
In a hurry, she got up with the women, put on her clothes, and asked her to sit down in the room. She took out the book and read it with Simon Qing. It was written in the book. But when they came home in the Mid-Autumn Festival, they were both panicked. They said, "What's the matter? Qian Niang hid every one of them. I dare not forget it. Now they are like the sea. They can't give up. Wu Erna. When you come back, you have to disperse. What should you do?
The mother-in-law said, "What's so difficult for a senior official? As I said the day before yesterday, when he was young, he married his relatives. Then he married himself. Old uncles and sisters-in-law couldn't open the door. Now Wuda has arrived for a hundred days. The eldest lady invited some monks to burn the spiritual brand. Before the second official came home, he married his family in a sedan chair and waited for the second wife to come back. What dares he say? You've been alone ever since. Isn't it wonderful?
Simon Qing said, "What Qian Niang said is right."
On that day, Simon Qing and the woman finished breakfast. On the sixth day of August, it was the Hundred Days of Wuda. The monks were invited to burn Ling. On the evening of the eighth day of the eighth day, they went to marry the woman's family. It was agreed upon by the three men. At different times, Liao Anama came to pick them up and went home. That's all right.
Time flies like an arrow. Time flies like a shuttle. The sun and the moon flies like a shuttle. On the sixth day of August, Simon Qing takes a couple of pieces of silver money. She comes to the wife's house. She invites six monks to make water and land at home. She oversteps Wuda. On the evening of the Spring Festival, the Taoist head five carries the Buddhist scriptures. She lays the exhibition hall, hangs Buddha statues and arranges a prayer with the cook on the stove. Simon Qing rested at the woman's house that day. Not at all. The monk arrived. Shaking the pestle, stirring up the cymbals, chanting the Scriptures and repentances, preaching the law. Needless to elaborate.
How can Pan Jinlian fasting? Sleep with Simon Qing till half a day. Not get up yet. The monk asks the master of Zhai to write incense, testify alliance and ritual Buddha. The woman just gets up and washes. Qiao Su dresses up. She comes to worship before Buddha. The monks see Wuda's wife. One by one, they are fascinated by Buddha's Zen heart. They can't shut up the ape-like horse. Seven to eight turns upside down. But see: the head of the class is frivolous. The chanting of Buddha is unconscious. Vima is confused. The chanting of Buddhist scriptures is unconcerned. The incense burner pushes down the vase, holds candlehead tuo, mistakenly holds incense box, declares Xuanmeng. The State of the Song Dynasty mistakenly calls itself the Great Tang Dynasty. The old monk's head was smashed with a hammer. Once upon a time, thousands of vajrayans could not be restrained.
The woman burned incense in front of the Buddha. She worshipped Buddha Bi. She went back to her room to accompany Simon Qing. She put on a banquet and made fun of herself. Simon Qing told her mother-in-law, "If you agree to something, you will stop teaching him to talk to sisters-in-law."
The mother-in-law laughed and said, "You and your wife will only take advantage of it. The old woman and the bald fellow will be entangled."
From the monk saw Qiao Miaoqiao, Wuda's wife. Keep it in mind. When she came back to the temple at lunchtime, the woman was having a drink in the room with Ximenqing. The woman's bedroom was next to the Buddhist hall. A monk came first. Walking in the basin under the woman's window, he washed his hands. Suddenly she heard her trembling and moaning in the room. Sing, hum and haw. It's like someone's having sex. They push their hands and wash their hands. Stand on their feet and listen. They only hear the panting voice of the women: "Dada. You only have to beat for a few minutes. I'm afraid the monks will hear it. Let go of slavery. Lose it soon."
Simon Qing said, "Don't panic. I'll burn it on the lid."
Not wanting to be listened to by this bald fellow is not a pleasure. The backward monks have arrived. Blow up the law. One by one. Everyone knows that a woman has a man in the house. Unknowingly, she dances with her hands and feet. When Buddhism is complete, she sends out spiritual wealth in the evening. In addition to filial piety, the woman burns the spiritual plate and Buddha at the time of landing. The burglar is bald and cold. See. In the curtain, a man and his mother-in-law stood side by side. They remembered what they had heard in the daytime. They just couldn't stop beating drums and cymbals. The wind blew the elder's Sinha cap to the ground. They showed their blue whirlpool heads. They didn't go to pick it up. They just beat cymbals and drums. They laughed together. The mother-in-law cried, "Master, the paper horse has been burned." It's just about fighting.
The monk answered, "There's also a paper stove cover that hasn't been burned."
Simon Qing heard it. On the one hand, she asked her mother-in-law to send money to him. The elder said, "Thank you, Madame, for inviting me to study."
The woman said, "Qian Niang said no."
The monks said, "Let's forgive."
They all laughed and went.
A partition must have ears. Is there no one outside the window?
There are poems as evidence:
It is not fair for a prostitute to burn her soul. He listens to the sound of prostitution on the wall. Sure enough, the Buddha can eliminate the crime. The dead also hear it miserably.