They both wear the same soul

The whole city is full of stories about Ximen Qing.

Criticism by literati has a shallow vision, but the life of ordinary people is not lacking in obscenity and vulgarity. I don't know if it was written by a villain to sensationalize the public, it should be banned early.

Xu Wanqing poked her head out of the sedan chair and took a look. It was strange that she hadn't been on the street for a long time.

His left hand was suddenly grabbed by someone, and when he looked back, the member said: "People say that women have no talent and virtue. They imprisoned their daughters in the house, and they have lost a little bit of knowledge. Of course, it seems superficial, but there are also women like this." A knowledgeable woman, let me see that my wife should go out to travel in the mountains and rivers, and I will take care of the housework at home—who said housekeeping is easy."

She was fascinated by this, and couldn't help smiling: "Your husband is joking, a woman's duty is to look after her husband and teach her children, and take care of the housework for her husband."

"You really think so?" The member teased, as if he didn't believe her.A pair of red phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and her hands were pale, very frail hands, which were wet against the back of her hands, as if a pair of squid feet were wrapped around her wrists, which made her inexplicably uneasy.

"nature."

"Sooner or later, I will ask you to tell the truth." Yuan Wai said gently, and let go of her hand, "But husband and son, is there something missing?"

Xu Wanqing was dripping with cold sweat, with a smile on her face: "Are you in a hurry?"

After exchanging a specious and ambiguous look, Xu Wanqing smiled shyly, pretending to be an outsider, and lying about her concerns.

After returning home, I heard people say that many guests came outside.

In the evening, she met with those guests, outside the host, she spoke behind the curtain.

"My lady, just say what you want, people outside can't see you."

Although so relieved, she still didn't speak.

The curtain is hazy, revealing the figures of four or five people. The shadows of lamps and moons are particularly hazy, twisted and washed into one piece, and the only remaining scenery is like dark yellow sewage, flowing on the curtain in front of you.

She was sitting on a couch behind the curtain, with a lamp at hand, and a desk, paper and pen in front of her.

People are talking.

One said: "The matter of this dynasty has not yet passed, so it is wrong for you to write this."

The other said something else: "Prince Enze, are we still afraid of beheading? A boy's head can't be done without beheading."

It was as if she had burned a gap in the gauze, peeking into the chaos in a sea of ​​flames, just listening, she could probably guess what they were doing.

in rebellion.

I heard from them that "Jin Ping Mei" just came out, and some people said that this kind of corruption and disaster must have been fabricated by someone, or someone deliberately arranged it, especially to slander the officialdom.

They probably haven't seen "The Appearance of Officialdom".

Most of these were literati, and they used pens and paper as weapons to make people hear about the bad things about the dynasty. They agreed to write novels and articles, and they each spread them out.

She couldn't hear it very clearly. After all the guests had left and the members walked around the curtain, she stood up solemnly and bowed to salute: "I'm a dull wife, I'm afraid I can't help you, and I can't understand—"

"You really don't understand?"

She froze, the lie lingered on her lips, she couldn't say it, the best way was to play dumb, but after thinking about it, the time to play dumb was over.

The member said: "Of course we don't implicate you, it's just that women should also know the important affairs of the country. Now the emperor has listened to the words of the bull-nosed Taoist priest and only cares about alchemy. People are dying, and the world will naturally have to change people."

"Prince?"

When she asked, she regretted it.

One of the great advantages of being a woman is that you don't care about it, you don't know anything, and you won't cause trouble.

"With the letter of approval, the emperor is planning to abolish the crown prince, so there is no delay."

"What can my husband do?"

"It's all about choosing a wise emperor for the people, to open up the wisdom of the people, and let people know whether the emperor is good or not."

She didn't dare to ask any more, she just waited for him to fall asleep, and then went to another room dripping with cold sweat.

It was time to go to the afterlife, but I couldn't let it go, and lay down anxiously.

Waking up with a burden of concern, she suddenly felt helpless. The notebook beside her pillow was lying as usual, so she picked it up and flipped through it.

Shang Yi and Zhang Xu are not descendants, so they cannot understand their own situation.

Especially Shang Yi, who can't even understand the object of reciprocation, only angry with himself.

Oh, Shang Yi is angry.

Probably because I was angry that I might have said that to others.

She also felt that what she said was ambiguous, but her gratitude was brewing more and more, becoming an indescribable sour vinegar jar, Shang Yi failed to understand, she cried so embarrassingly as if she had been abandoned, and lost her dignity.

Shang Yi wrote in his notebook:

I have left Pingdu, and I can make a call in case of emergency.

left, where to go?The places outside of Pingdu are extremely strange, how would she know where to find Shang Yi?

Shang Yi waved his hands and left without explaining anything, leaving himself like a boudoir.

Who cares about her affection?Thinking of this, Xu Wanqing closed the notebook, calmed down and went to the private school.

Received another courier in the morning, indeed Shang Yi specially wrote: To Xu Wanqing.

After finishing the radio gymnastics, I opened the express delivery when Zhaodi was leaving. It was a book and a box.

The book is still from the previous book list, and there is a silver hairpin in the box.

What did Shang Yi send this for?She couldn't wear it, so she could only wear it on Zhang Xu's head for fun, but Zhang Xu's hair was too short, giving hairpins was like giving umbrellas on sunny days, it was useless.

She failed to comprehend the intention, and only gently lifted the lid to see the note:

Don't be angry, I'm stupid.

When I saw this the other day, I thought it looked good, and it matched you very well.

How does she know what she looks like?Saying that she is a good match or not is arbitrarily, it seems to be deliberately perfunctory her.But for the ancients to send hairpins, thinking about it is also extra affection. She put away things in a hurry, not knowing whether to be happy or angry, so she had to restrain her emotions.

When I went back, I lay on my own bed and gradually came to my senses.

Shang Yi admitted his mistake.

Such a willful and charming woman admitted "I'm stupid" to her, which made her tremble in her heart.

After all, Shang Yi is older than her, and his coaxing words are also very nice.

I really want to see Shang Yi's demeanor when he wrote these words, is he teasing and perfunctory, or coaxing her like a literal meaning?

She was no longer angry, just closed her eyes, the sun was just right, and her body was warm when it shone into the room, and she didn't even think about getting up for a while.

With the sound of footsteps outside, she immediately sat up and saluted: "Husband."

"A guest is still here today. You didn't speak yesterday. I thought you were asleep. You must make a high-level speech today."

"This……"

"You are behind the curtain, who knows that you are there? Women should also know the important affairs of the country. You are just listening. If there is an incident, I will send you back to your hometown in Suzhou early. The road is paved. You still Don't believe me, do you?"

"Don't dare..."

She got up helplessly, and a layer of radiance hung on the member's face, as if someone had put a layer of gold powder on his face.Look at his imposing walk and gentle manner, except for being older, he is completely the man of her dreams.

It was night, and a few more guests came, some with familiar voices and some unfamiliar ones. As usual, they talked vaguely in the world behind the curtain. She didn't dare to answer, and just remained silent for another night.

"If you don't talk, I'll think someone else wrote the book? If you don't talk, it will be a waste of all my hard work..."

Member Wai was a little sad, as if she didn't have any breath, and hated that iron could not be made into steel.

"I'm afraid it is. I'm not good at words... I hope my husband will forgive me." She answered after consideration.

"You don't need to come here anymore, but you still have to read every day. Listen to me, your "Jin Ping Mei" is selling very well. If you can write another book, it will be worthy of your ability."

A member of the staff encouraged her to write a book.

Was she afraid that her husband, whether it was Wang Yuanwai or Wang Xiucai, was taller and burlier than her, and he would press on her and try his best to release it. At that time, his body and face were hideous like monsters, so he had to wear pain.I also know that I am entering the house for the second time, and it is already an unexpected joy to receive courtesy. If I don't obey my husband's order again, I am afraid that I will be dismissed again.

Father and brother can no longer hold their heads up.

The "Jin Ping Mei" incident was just an accident, she had no intention of plagiarizing other people's articles.

What if you really write it yourself?

Pick up the pen and drop it gently.

Writing novels is a matter of arranging right and wrong. It is said that those who write books will be punished.

Going to later generations, Shang Yi left a message in his notebook:

How are you doing recently?

She didn't respond before, Shang Yi was probably afraid that she was still angry.

Zhang Xu replied:

it is good.

She wrote slowly:

Nothing happened recently, my husband...

She blacked out the word Husband.

I have nothing to do recently, and I intend to write a book. "Jin Ping Mei" has been published, and I have other stories to write, but people say that writing novels will be punished, so I didn't start writing.

After a day, I got a reply:

Write.

Retribution is mine.

A short article is attached below, which looks like a novel and a diary. It roughly tells the story of a person who bought shoes but couldn't buy them, which is very boring.

the last line:

I don't know how to write. Anyway, this should be a novel. I'm still alive and well, so it can be seen that those people are farting.

The author has something to say:

Your friend, Xiao Huang - book author Xu Yijiu is online.

Shang Yi: Are you still angry?Are you still crying?Are you there?Are you there, Xu Wanqing?Are you there?

Zhang Xu: ... (Shang Yike is really annoying