Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

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No matter what the road ahead is, she has the courage and confidence to face it.

At the end of the scorching hot summer, Li Qingzhao returned to Qingzhou.

At this time, she had shed the ignorance of the world as a girl, and was free and unrestrained, with a little tenderness blended into her resolute and resolute mood.

Not weak, not meek.

It's just that apart from the edges and corners, he treats people more like a spring breeze.

The first thing, Li Qingzhao went back to Mingshui to pay homage to his father, and then discussed to take A Niang and Aunt Ning to Qingzhou.

Her father passed away, and her brother and son were traveling abroad, leaving only A Niang and Aunt Ning at home, she was really worried.

As a child, you should be filial to your knees.

Sunge shook his head, and refused without hesitation, "Sister Zhao, Auntie plans to take Aunt Ning to see this beautiful mountain and river."

"She grew up in Bianliang City since she was a child. She was so miserable at a young age. Later, she was accepted by your father as a good concubine and confined in the inner house."

"Since your father resigned and returned to his hometown, she has taken care of your father personally, and she has never slacked off."

"In the past thirty years, she has never been lucky enough to see the scenery of other places, and A Niang does not want to live in one place for a long time."

Li Qingzhao was silent, she often thought that some people are born with vigor and passion in their bones.

It just so happens that A Niang is such a person.

It's just that A Niang's age is not too young after all.

A Niang has considered that the 30-year-old Aunt Ning has no chance to see the scenery of the four seasons, but has she ever considered that she herself has reached the end of spring.

She is afraid.

"Take care of my sister, don't worry."

Sunge saw through Li Qingzhao's panic.

Having experienced the death of his father and father-in-law one after another, he has a deep understanding of life and death.

"Aniang hopes that she is on the way."

"Everywhere I go, A Niang will write to you, maybe I can meet you again."

Li Qingzhao had no choice but to carefully pack Sunge's bags, asking him several times.

The carriage gradually drifted away and turned into a small black spot. Li Qingzhao's suppressed tears finally burst out.

It turns out that getting married means that the one who can accompany A Niang all over the world can no longer be her.

Zhao Mingcheng held Li Qingzhao in his arms, and comforted him, "If you don't want to give up, let's travel with our mother-in-law."

"Cai Jing is in power, and I can't be an official for the time being, but I'm still free."

"My mother also returned to Jiangning a few days ago, and only you and I live in Qingzhou."

"It doesn't matter where you live."

Li Qingzhao sobbed and shook his head.

She knew that A Niang never liked to be tied down.

It was as if A Niang existed in the world, and she was originally alone.

"It's fine if Aunt Ning is with you."

With her and Mingcheng around, A Niang would feel uncomfortable instead.

Back at Guilaitang in Qingzhou, Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng played games, poured tea, collected gold and stone paintings, and started to write gold and stone records.

Because the family is well off, the two don't have to eat more meat and clothes as in the plot, without jewels and emerald ornaments on the head, and without gold-painted embroidery tools in the room to live a miserable life.

The Li family piled up gold and jade.

The Zhao family has a rich family background.

The days of returning to the hall can be regarded as leisurely and wanton, enjoying the days of sitting and watching the clouds roll and clouds, and listening to the flowers bloom and fall.

It was at this time that Li Qingzhao called himself Yi An.

Leaning against the south window to express pride, the ease of judging the knees.

Yi An, Yi An, but not yet.

Li Qingzhao himself is unwilling to admit defeat and unwilling to be mediocre.

Since she entered the literary world, she has been condemned by countless people, and finally she has the leisure to pay back.

Someone scolded her for not knowing the words?

Then she insisted on going her own way and wrote "Ci Lun".

Unlike poetry, words belong to the same family.

Li Dangdang, officially launched, fully fired.

Comment on Liu Yong's "Although the rhythm is harmonious, the words are dusty."

Comment on Zhang Xian "although there are witty words from time to time, but broken is not a famous artist."

Comments on Yan Shu, Yan Shu, Ouyang Xiu, "The celestial beings among scholars, as small lyrics, are like drinking Lishui in the sea, but they are all poems that cannot be read."

Comment on Wang Anshi, "Writing articles is a must, but if you write lyrics, people will fail."

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Zhao Mingcheng was a little dumbfounded as he held the ink-stained Ci Theory in his hand.

Exaggerated, not fully exaggerated.

Scolded, not completely scolded.

He could even imagine what kind of uproar this would cause once it came out.

Nine times out of ten, someone will poke the spine and scold him.

The literary circles of the Song Dynasty did not accept women to shine in poetry, let alone criticize everyone's poetry like Qingzhao.

"Isn't it just for people to see, sing and listen to words when they are written?"

"Others can comment on my words, why can't I comment on others' words."

"Furthermore, my Ci theory is to make a systematic induction and summary of the various characteristics of Ci in terms of rhythm and form."

"People in the world can't insult me ​​just because I'm a woman to make a big deal, and think of self-respect, is it a false assessment?" Li Qingzhao's eyes revealed a shining light.

She is not afraid of words, let alone wind and rain.

Zhao Mingcheng was frank, and Qingzhao was as flamboyant, sharp, confident and calm as ever.

The vicissitudes of wind and rain that she has experienced have not extinguished the fire in her bones.

Yes, what is there to be afraid of.

As soon as Ci Theory came out, it was criticized by countless people, cursing Li Qingzhao as shallow, narrow and sharp.

Can't tolerate others, can't appreciate others, can't sympathize with others.

Li Qingzhao laughed it off.

If this can seriously respond to her rhetoric, whether it points out omissions or finds mistakes, she will take a high look.

Personal attacks like this make me laugh out loud.

Not long after, Li Qingzhao received a letter from his aunt.

"My son's "Ci Lun" is a lonely show, very insightful!"

"In the field of poetry, Ci is not a family. It is a great innovation to pay attention to the difference in style of poetry."

"This letter for my mother is intended to explore another philosophy of life."

"Commonality and Individuality."

"The theory of words clarifies the difference in the style of poetry, so is there no commonality between poetry and lyric style?"

"And, criticize first, and find a way out later."

"According to my sister's intelligence, I must be able to understand it as my mother's meaning."

"Everything is safe for my mother, and I hope my sister will be the same."

Zhao Mingcheng saw the contents of the letter, and finally determined who Li Qingzhao's habit of using pen and ink originated from.

Praise first, then approve, and then summarize.

Li Qingzhao held the letter in his hand, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes flicked back and forth between the essays and the letter.

Poetry, as she said, should they be clearly distinguished?
After a while, Li Qingzhao's eyes lit up, and she knew her narrowness.

"It really should be shown to those who only personally attack self-proclaimed gentlemen, what is a powerful response to word theory."

Amid everyone's dumbfounded, Li Qingzhao blatantly introspected that his Ci theory was not rigorous and comprehensive enough, and he denied the reform of Ci style, but he failed to find a new way out.

Everyone thought that Li Qingzhao was bowing her head to the verbal criticism of literati, but they didn't know that the only things that made her submit were facts and truth.

However, her heart is doomed to be unknown to others.

The outside world's speculation did not affect the tranquility in the Hall of Returning.