The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

Li Anqi whispered in her ear, "She helped my sister get rid of a nasty person."

Li Anshu frowned: "So, have you and my sister made up?"

Li Anqi nodded: "I guess so. Anyway, we'll keep to ourselves."

"Oh," Li Anshu said dismissively.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a beautiful day and a perfect time. Why don't we play a game of 'flying flowers'? The loser drinks a cup of fruit wine, shall we?" Li Anxiu suggested.

Li Miao seemed to be in a good mood and nodded in agreement: "That's good. Whoever performs well will be richly rewarded by their father!"

Hearing Li Miao say this, several people at the table couldn't help but feel secretly nervous.

"Why don't you join us, ma'am?" Li Anqi asked with a smile.

The old lady laughed heartily: "Good! I'm in a good mood today, so I'll join you in the fun!"

“Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so let’s use the character ‘Autumn’. Please start, Grandma, and then answer in turn,” Li Anxiu said.

“Autumn… Autumn is fading into darkness!” The old lady thought for a moment, then smiled and blurted out.

"Spring and autumn bring many fine days; let us climb high and compose new poems," Li Anxiu said.

Li Baoqin covered her head and hurriedly replied, "In the eighth month, the autumn wind howls fiercely, tearing away the thatch from my roof!"

After Li Baoqin finished answering, she felt that she had answered well and couldn't help but laugh.

"Nine years of compulsory education is indeed very useful," she muttered to herself.

"I am a traveler in autumn, often feeling sorrow; I am ailing and alone, I climb the stage." Li Anqi said calmly.

Li Anshu, flustered, uttered the answer he had prepared beforehand: "A sorrowful farewell at Nanpu, a gentle autumn breeze in the west."

When it was Li An's turn to paint, her face turned red and white with nervousness, and Aunt Xia also became anxious.

"Qiu, Qiu..."

"Has Fourth Miss figured it out yet? You haven't figured it out after thinking for so long, have you?" Aunt Gao mocked sarcastically.

Aunt Xia glanced at Aunt Gao with disgust.

Li Anhua was drenched in sweat and dared not look Li Miao in the eye. He finally drank a small cup of fruit wine, held back his tears, and said nothing more.

Li Ancai stammered for a long time, but ultimately couldn't answer and drank the fruit wine.

Aunt Gao's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of anger in her eyes. She secretly pinched Li Ancai a few more times.

"Useless thing!" Aunt Gao whispered.

The order of responses returned to the old lady, and the character "秋" (autumn) was the sixth character in the sequence.

The old lady thought for a moment and said, "The window frames the snow-capped peaks of the Western Mountains, and the gate harbors ships from the distant Eastern Wu."

"The moon over Mount Emei is half-full in autumn, its reflection flowing in the Pingqiang River," Li Anxiu said.

Li Baoqin seemed to have something stuck in her throat, and after a long pause, she finally managed to say, "Autumn ends in Jiangnan, but the grass has not yet withered."

“Once the kingdom of Fuchai was destroyed, he never returned for a thousand autumns,” Li Anqi said.

Li Anshu opened his mouth but couldn't speak, so he took the initiative to drink the wine.

"Let me think... I often fear the arrival of autumn, when the leaves turn yellow and wither!" the old lady said.

“Since ancient times, autumn has been a season of sorrow and desolation.” Li Anxiu responded with ease.

Li Baoqin couldn't think of a sentence for a long time, her face flushed red, and she quickly mumbled, "I lost, I lost!"

After saying that, he immediately drank a cup.

"At the head of Xunyang River, I saw off a guest at night, the maple leaves and reeds rustling in the autumn breeze," Li Anqi said without changing his expression.

"Hahahaha, I, this old woman, accept the punishment. You can continue!" The old lady said with a laugh, then tilted her head back and drank the fruit wine in one gulp.

Li Anxiu looked at Li Anqi.

Only the two of them are left.

Li Miao stroked his beard, watching the two with great interest.

"Please, elder brother." Li Anqi smiled and gestured for him to enter.

"The autumn wind blows in Luoyang, and I feel a myriad of thoughts about writing a letter home," Li Anxiu wrote.

"The shadows of Xianyuntan are long, and things change and the stars move several autumns."

"Autumn grasses alone seek the departed, and the cold forest is empty as the sun sets."

"The garrison drums silence the travelers, the border..." Li Anqi paused, then smiled and drank a cup of wine: "Anqi has lost."

Li Anxiu knew she deliberately didn't finish her sentence, but he just smiled and didn't call her out on it.

"The garrison drums interrupt the traveler's path, a lone goose cries in the autumn air. What a brilliant move! The old lady and Master Jiang always praised you to your father, and now it seems you have truly grown up."

Li Miao smiled and nodded, then said, "Such knowledge and manners are exactly what a young lady of the Jingguo Mansion should be like!"

Li Anqi stood up and bowed: "Father, you flatter me. I only did what I should have done."

"Come here." Li Miao beckoned to Li Anqi.

Li Anqi came to Li Miao's side.

Li Miao gave her the jade prayer beads he had carried with him for many years.

"You have not disappointed your father."

Madam Zhao looked unwell and took a sip of her wine.

Aunt Gao suddenly rolled her eyes as well.

"Thank you father."

Li Anqi took the prayer beads and continued, "Today we're playing a drinking game with the character 'autumn.' Actually, the character 'autumn' appears most frequently in 'The Song of the Pipa.' I've heard that Shu'er has recently learned a new piece called 'The Song of the Rainbow Skirt,' and has made considerable progress. Father, you might want to listen to it."

"Oh?" Li Miao looked at Li Anshu.

Li Anshu's face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with emotion and anticipation.

"Alright, Shu'er, play it for me. If you play well, I'll reward you handsomely!" Li Miao said with a smile.

Li Anshu nodded and ordered someone to bring a pipa.

Under the moonlit pavilion, a young girl sat alone on a stool, her nimble fingers constantly plucking the strings of her zither.

As Bai Juyi wrote in his poem.

The big strings are like a rain, and the small strings are cut like a whisper.

Cut the wrong bullets, and the big beads are falling into the jade plate.

The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.

Bingquan's cold string is condensed, and the condensing is silent for a while.

Don't have the sadness and hatred, silence is better than sound.

The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns.

At the end of the song, take care to draw, the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.

The east boat and the west boat were silent, only seeing Jiang Xin Qiuyue white.

After the music ended, there was complete silence.

"Well played! Well played!" Li Miao clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Shu'er has really given her father a wonderful surprise!"

"It's really good." The old lady smiled kindly and nodded.

Li Anshu, holding his pipa, rose and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your praise, Grandma and Father!"

"Shu'er, what reward do you want?" Li Miao asked with a smile.

"I like anything Father gives me!" Li Anshu said, her face flushed.

"I had a golden lock made for you as a reward for your good performance today. You did well today, so I'll give it to you."

Upon hearing Li Miao's words, both Aunt Gao and Aunt Xia's expressions turned somewhat strange.