Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

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What she is looking for is a kind of stability in this world, a child who returns home after the sunset, a husband who is upright and beautiful, and a family who depends on each other.

However, this seemingly ordinary request seems to have become a fantasy for the Northern Song Dynasty, where there were factions and parties fighting against each other, and the Jin Dynasty outside.

Difficult!

Sunge sighed again.

Identity, current situation, and social background are nothing more than layers of shackles to her.

No matter what she wants to do, she cannot escape these constraints.

How difficult it is to save the world.

I don't know how those time-traveling women who emerge in endlessly can transform themselves, and with a flick of a finger, they can save the building from falling, help the country, and save the people from the fire.

She can't do it.

At least, for now, she can't do it as Wang's.

If you can't save the world, you can only do your best to save people.

She is a very realistic person.

The rain is still falling, and in the tea room, accompanied by Li Nai's subtle purring, Li Qingzhao's skillful and elegant way of ordering tea is many times better than Sun Ge's photo of cats and tigers just now. The picture of Huayan's maid is somewhat dimmed.

At such a young age, she not only has amazing talents, but also has natural beauty. Such a woman seems to be favored by heaven.

But throughout the ages, most talented women have had a bumpy road to love.

Sun Ge deeply felt that if one wanted to live a successful life, the education of loving oneself and then loving others must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

"Auntie, have some tea."

Li Qingzhao looked at Sunge's frowning and changing expression, feeling puzzled.

Why is A Niang looking at her so intriguingly?

Great wrong!
This is what she deciphered from A Niang's expression.

After racking his brains, Li Qingzhao couldn't think of anything that made A Niang difficult for her.

Is it...

Sun Ge took the tea and didn't do anything else, and remained silent, Li Qingzhao's heart became more and more uneasy.

Part fear, part guilt.

Dad went to Bianliang to pursue his career, and A Niang took care of all the affairs of the house, as well as human relations.

A Niang was born in a noble family, a scholarly family, and has a brilliant literary talent.

She vaguely remembered that when A-Niang first married into the mansion as the second wife, she was also obsessed with romantic poems and poems, but after her father left home, she gritted her teeth and took on the mundane affairs of the mansion.

Not even the slightest omission was given to her teaching, and he even asked favors to spend a lot of money to find a female husband for her from Bianliang City.

In other words, in Mingshui City, she has what other young ladies have, and if other young ladies don't, Auntie will try her best to satisfy her.

Therefore, she couldn't bear to let A Niang show such embarrassment on her face.

Li Qingzhao decided to confess immediately.

"Aniang, I shouldn't drink alcohol secretly, and I shouldn't make my neighbor's little lady Zhang get drunk."

After thinking about it, Li Qingzhao deeply felt that this incident was the only thing that would give Aunt a headache recently.

Sun song: (ì_í)
Sunge was surprised, although she knew that Li Qingzhao's words contained a high amount of alcohol, but she never thought about it, she secretly took the little girl next door to drink at a young age, no wonder the wall of the adjacent courtyard was getting higher and higher.

According to the statistics of later generations, half of Zhaojie's remaining poems are related to wine.

Could it be that she is the one who really has a relationship with wine?

First, he had to meet Li Bai, who "couldn't get on the boat when the emperor called him, and claimed that his minister was a wine fairy", and then had the opportunity to personally educate Li Qingzhao, who "always remembers the sunset of the brook pavilion, drunk and knows no way back".

"Auntie, I was wrong."

Li Qingzhao blinked his big eyes and looked at Sunge pitifully.

Sunge raised her eyebrows, she always felt that Zhao's sister's unfinished words were wrong, but she dared to do it next time.

The origin of the term "drinking and composing poetry" is always related.

Someone once said that poems and songs are not only written with ink, but also sprinkled with wine.

Whether you drink lightly or get drunk, whether you are proud of the spring breeze or poor and poor, thousands of words can't explain the literati's special liking for wine and their inseparability.

She didn't know, would the Li Qingzhao who left the wine be the same Li Qingzhao who wrote the words exuding the smell of wine that made people toss and turn?
"Just drinking?"

"Didn't climb over the wall?"

Sunge put the teacup aside, pretending to be deep, and asked in a cold voice.

Li Qingzhao: ...

Li Qingzhao was dumbfounded, she thought she had searched enough secrets.

I don't know when Nai'er will grow up. By that time, people will be blamed for things like climbing trees and over walls to tease crickets.

As for drinking...

Well, Nai'er insists on drinking, she can't persuade her, she can only share the joys and sorrows.

It's a pity that the blame-blame man she has been thinking about is still a little milk bag who has just walked steadily.

The road is long and long, and she has to wait for a long time.

Difficult!

Li Qingzhao intertwined his two fingers, and bit his lower lip lightly with his white teeth, full of confusion, "Aniang, would you believe me if I said it was an accident?"

"Really? I don't believe it." Sunge asked casually and blurted out.

"Aniang, why don't I say it as an example?" Li Qingzhao whispered.

Sun Ge still didn't raise his head, "Really? I don't believe it."

Two consecutive identical answers successfully broke Li Qingzhao's defense.

Well, she stopped quibbling.

When did A Niang become so discerning? The wall she chose to climb was obviously far away from A Niang's yard. Usually, except for the old housekeeper's A Huang who would dig holes, even a servant who cleaned it was not common.

Or, let Ah Huang work harder and drill the dog hole next time?

"Aniang, the mansion is obviously adjacent to each other, but if you want to go to the door, you have to go around a long way."

Speaking of this, Li Qingzhao paused, looked around, and said in a low voice, "Miss Zhang is very pitiful. Her mother is the most strict in order to find an old nanny who left the palace at the age of one year. You have to be strict, and if there is a slight mistake, the old mother will serve with a ruler."

"Don't talk about going out of the house, you rarely even have the opportunity to talk to people."

"She can't appreciate the natural scenery of mountains, rivers, lakes, or dabble in the strategy of the books of history books of legends and monsters. She can only hold "Nei Ze", "Nvjie", "Biography of Women" and "Book of Filial Piety" day after day. .”

"My daughter is not saying that these things are bad, but if there are only these things left in my life, is it really good?"

Like to eat, can not eat.

Like to play, can not play.

What you like to watch, you can't watch.

Even if it is a daughter's family, it is a real person, not the cold rules and regulations bound by the rules.

The first time she climbed over the wall, she saw Miss Zhang crying alone in the corner.

To this day, she still remembers the surprise, envy, and unknowing numbness and despair in the eyes of Miss Zhang looking at her.

All she can do is to inject a trace of living water into the numbness and despair.

She was fortunate more than once that her father and mother were open-minded and tolerant, allowing her to see the novel world and allow her to be a relatively free self.