The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

After playing for a while, everyone went into the house to change clothes and warm themselves by the fire.

Yulan, who was serving Hutu, hurriedly brought two pots of red date and ginger soup. It was hot and spicy. I started sweating as soon as I drank a bowl of it.

Otherwise, if these young masters caught a cold and got sick, it would be very hard for those who serve them.

Hong Zhao was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue and complained: "I will never drink this again. It's so hot and spicy."

Hutuli laughed at him: "You were the one who provoked others first, and now you are suffering."

Hongyan also said: "Don't play outside, it's already past three o'clock and it's getting cold."

Hutuli looked at his pocket watch and exclaimed, "Oh my!" "That's right! I've been playing for so long, it's already three o'clock."

Moyaqi wanted to go back home, but it was too late and inconvenient to take a carriage. Hutuli hadn't played enough yet, so he begged her to stay for a while.

"I have some new flower cards that my mother made. Let's play the flower naming game! Don't worry, they are all good."

Hutuli suddenly remembered that Changning had finished making mahjong two days ago and had also made drinking lottery signs for picking flower names. He suddenly became very interested and asked everyone to sit in a circle and play this.

Hong Zhao was also very curious and responded positively.

Hongyan had no choice but to play with him.

The other girls had never played this game before, so they all followed orders.

Hutuli had someone put the dice on the plate, shook it and saw the number was "5". Following the number of people, he found out it was Moyaqi.

She smiled shyly, took the lottery stick tube, shook it, and a lottery stick fell out. Hutuli quickly leaned over to take a look and saw the word "Ziwei" written on it.

"Moyaqi is the crape myrtle! This flower is beautiful! Look what this poem is?" Hutuli urged her to read.

Everyone looked at Mo Yaqi, and she slowly recited: "The sun smiles at the wind."

Wan Ji smiled and praised: "This is great! The peach and plum trees are speechless, but they smile at the bright sunshine. Although Mo Yaqi is weak, she has her own character!"

Seeing everyone making fun of her, Mo Yaqi felt a little embarrassed, so she quickly passed this step and turned over the sign to see that it said "Those with the same hair ornaments and the same color clothes should drink one cup together."

Yierha was the only one present who wore the same green clothes as her, so the two of them drank together, but the little girl did not drink the wine. Instead, she drank Jingting Green Snow made with plum blossom snow.

After drinking, Moyaqi took the dice and started shaking it again.

This time it was "3". It was Wanji's turn. Seeing that it was her, Hutuli became even more excited: "Our Wanji is a talented girl. She must get the lotus flower!"

Wanji took the fortune stick, hoping for a good result. He read the numbers while shaking the stick, and finally a sweet-scented osmanthus flower fell on him.

"Why bother with light green and deep red?" Wan Ji read it out slowly. She has always been generous and polite, and she has her own thoughts in her heart. After reading this poem, she felt very satisfied.

When the other sisters heard this, they all smiled.

"Why light green or deep red? You are the best among flowers. Wanji, you must be the best!"

Wan Ji smiled slightly and turned over the sign. On the back was written "Play a piece of music for the pipa."

Hong Zhao loves to watch the fun: "Wow! Can Sister Wanji play the pipa?"

Wan Ji was a little surprised: "I have also learned pipa for two years, but I never showed it to anyone. Today I was exposed by this stick."

"Hahaha, this divination stick is the most effective." Hutuli hurriedly asked someone to bring a pipa.

Wan Ji took over the pipa and immediately started playing it with great grace. Everyone held their breath and watched her fingers flying, plucking and twisting the strings gently, and the melodious sound gradually spread out.

Chang Ning was originally playing with his two daughters, but when he heard such a beautiful pipa sound, he was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know who practiced it so well. I really regret it. I should let Hutuli learn a musical instrument to cultivate her character."

Zhui Yu laughed and retorted: "Our princess is very good at whipping and archery. She is a heroine who can stabilize the country with her martial arts. It's a waste of time to learn this instrument!"

Chang Ning was amused by her: "You can say that martial arts can stabilize the country and ensure its security. Don't talk nonsense."

Wan Ji finished the song and won applause from the whole audience.

The eldest princess of the Seventh Prince's Mansion was extremely envious: "I am like my mother. I am not good at anything I learn, which worries her so much! How wonderful it would be if I were the same as Wanji!"

Hongyan also nodded at Wanji. He seldom spoke, but now he praised her repeatedly: "This piece is played well. It has the accomplishments of the Pipa Song written by Mr. Liuyi in the past, and it has style and character."

Wan Ji accepted everyone's praise generously and said modestly: "I have only scratched the surface. I still have a lot to learn in the future!"

Hong Zhao's mouth opened wide. His family had never had any artistic talent. His mother didn't know anything about music, and she kept singing something like "Wumeng Mountain is connected to mountains beyond mountains!" all day long. He didn't hear anything else in the song, but it was full of vigor. It made him look up the place in a book to find out where Wumeng Mountain was. It was worth his mother's chanting every day.

From this we can see that none of the people in Hongzhaohutu had much artistic talent, except Hongyan, who followed Yinzhen and was proficient in calligraphy and painting.

Nowadays, when people hear the sound of the pipa that sounds like heavenly music, they praise it without hesitation.

After praising each other for a while, Wanji continued to roll the dice.

Coincidentally, it was Hongyan this time.

Hong Zhao covered his mouth and laughed secretly, but kept a tense expression. Well, he was a good younger brother and he had to protect his brother. No matter what flower his brother drew, he would praise him!

Hongyan took the lottery tube, shook it, and the one that fell happened to be "禾黍".

Something moved in his heart.

"To save the world and bring peace to the people. To pass the youth without hearing the music of stringed instruments." Hong Yan read out the poem on the flower sign word by word.

This caused Wanji to look up at him.

Hong Zhao applauded and gave a particularly good emotional value: "The one who gets this sign has a kind heart. Drink one cup by yourself and drink one cup together at the table. My brother has a kind heart! Come on, let's drink a cup together!"

Everyone hurriedly raised their teacups, but their eyes flickered, as if the words on the fortune stick seemed to have another meaning.

Before Hongyan could say anything, Hutuli couldn't wait any longer: "Why can't I be picked? Hurry up, let's move on to the next round."

As a result, it was not Hutuli's turn yet, and the next round was Yierha's.

Yierha never knew much about poetry. She was weak and her wife did not pay attention to poetry when taking care of her. She just let her read Buddhist scriptures and two enlightenment books.

Therefore, she was a little shy and pulled Hutuli's sleeve, asking her to help look.

Hutuli took the flower stick she shook out and took a closer look. It turned out to be "Cockscomb".

Looking at the flower language again, "Bow your head to the autumn wind, and your hair is still covered with frost. Those who get this sign will enjoy the fun of rural family life and live in peace until old age!"

Hutuli's eyes lit up, his voice became much louder, and everyone present was visibly happy.

Yierha was weak and had grown up with great care. Although she did not die young, she still had some misfortunes. Even she herself was worried all year round. She did not expect that she would get such a good start by playing the flower-picking game today.

Yierha took the flower stick and stroked it carefully. If, if he could really live out his life in peace, it would not be in vain for the love that his legitimate mother, mother, father, and pure mother had shown him.