An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

Qin Sanyue handed over the information on four more sets of small courtyards. An Lingrong compared them and found that the set of small courtyards owned by the old teacher had quite outstanding advantages.

An Lingrong asked Qin Sanyue's father Qin Ziqiang to come and talk. The old teacher had met Qin Ziqiang several times and had made clothes in his clothing store, so he relaxed the conditions a little. Poems did not need to be published. The second line was correct, but I had to fill in a complete poem based on the words he gave me, and An Lingrong agreed.

An Lingrong gently knocked on the door of Broken Yuxuan and smelled the fresh fragrance. New begonia flowers were added to the yard, while Wan Changzai was squatting half-crouching with a pair of flower scissors in his hand. Cut a bouquet of begonia flowers and hand it to Huanbi who was standing aside to insert it into a transparent gourd vase filled with water.

"Sister Wan, the emperor rewarded you with begonia flowers again. The emperor is so kind to my sister!" An Lingrong touched the begonia flowers carefully.

"Sister An, I will mix the newly picked plum blossoms from the Mei Garden with these fresh begonia flowers and tie them into a bunch for my sister to raise." Wan Changzai said with a smile.

"Thank you, sister Wan. The emperor has never rewarded me with flowers! Cuihe Palace smells not only of spices but also of medicinal materials, so I will also take advantage of my sister's favor."

"Sister An, I just went to Yimei Garden yesterday to pick some plum blossoms. Today, the emperor also brought me crabapple flowers and tied them in a vase for my sister."

Wan Changzai put down the long scissors in his hand, picked up the vase on the ground with his long white hands, and led her through the door.

Chun Changzai and Liu Zhuzai strung beads in different colors, blue, white, red, green, purple, and black. Judging from the half bead curtain they had strung up, it was used as a door curtain.

An Lingrong remembered the words of the old man who sold his yard and taught, and asked Wan Changzai to write a poem: "Sister Wan, I have become interested in poetry recently. I know that my sister has a deep understanding of poetry. Can I ask my sister for advice?"

Wan Changzai said with great interest: "My sister has promoted me, but I only have half a bucket of water, discussing poetry in the palace. The emperor is the real one."

An Lingrong thought about it: The poems to be handed over should not be too profound, but should be of average quality.

An Lingrong asked Huanbi to take off the paper and pen, and then wrote two words: "snow" and "plum". This is what the old teacher requested. There is no limit on the meaning or wording of the poem, as long as the poem contains the words snow and plum.

Wan Chang meditated for a moment and wrote a poem:

The snow is falling silently at night, and the plum blossoms are blooming with a cold and refreshing fragrance.

If life were like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad and desolate?

An Lingrong thought that if this poem had been written in the past, she would not have been able to figure it out. However, since entering the palace, as she read more and more books, she vaguely realized that Wan Chang was writing about her current mood. , be content with the status quo.

This song is neither superior nor inferior. He has to hand in homework in exchange for buying a house, An Lingrong thought, not feeling very sure.

Chun Chang came closer, shook his head and said: "Is this a poem about snow plum blossoms? My father once wrote poems about snow plum blossoms. Let me think about it. He also wrote many poems. Let me think about it. One of them, I I’ll recite it to you.”

Chun Changzai said intermittently:

The plum blossoms in the snow-covered mountains and rivers are proud of themselves, and the plum blossoms are fragrant and cold.

Wherever the lonely boat is parked in the cold moon, I look for plum blossoms in the snow with high spirits.

An Lingrong nodded. The mood of this song sounded a little higher, and it sounded pretty good.

An Lingrong asked: "Sister Chun, can you still remember one song?"

Chun Chang thought about it again and again, nodded and said: "There is another song, I remember it too."

Xueluo...Xueluo...I remembered it, it was:

The snow falls all over the garden, the plum branches are beautiful, and the cold moon shines brightly on the lonely sky.

Nostalgic for the past, people today are still young, and their ambitions are high in the sky.

This poem is not bad. It sounds ambitious and ambitious, but the ambition has not yet been realized and there is still time to come.

An Lingrong was overjoyed and quickly wrote down the two poems that Chun Chang was reading. Now he had three poems to prepare, which gave him more hope.

An Lingrong brought three poems to Qin Sanyue for discussion. Unexpectedly, the old teacher left the third poem and agreed to sell the garden to An Lingrong.

An Lingrong fiddled with it for more than half a month, and finally completed the formalities for the garden and paid the balance. The cash withdrawal from the clothing store was not enough, so he withdrew the money he had saved in the palace, put it all together, and finally bought the garden. After settling down, the garden was named under the name of my mother, Lin Xiu.

An Lingrong looked at the courtyard. The scenery was beautiful and pleasant. The courtyard was well arranged, with a simple and elegant small bridge flowing over water on one side, and a rockery rock pile on the other side, which was full of natural charm.

The entrance to the yard stretches straight in, filled with many beautiful flowers, colorful and unique. In the center of the yard, there is a vigorous and powerful old tree, an ancient sycamore tree. Its trunk is like a giant python wrapping around the entire yard. Its branches are lush and leafy, and the branches extend from the ground to the ground. The sunlight falls through the ancient tree. Mottled light and shadow.

Beside the small bridge, there is a bench for people to rest. It can accommodate three or four people sitting together at the same time. An Lingrong sat down. This is her favorite place. She walks leisurely and listens to the wind. The whole world seems like Everything became quiet.

In order to surprise her mother, An Lingrong decided to make some minor modifications to the yard to make it more perfect.

An Lingrong and Qin Sanyue stood in the center of the courtyard.

Qin Sanyue smiled and said: "My little master, the sunlight is shining through the roof. The light is bright and soft. I really chose the right place to live here. I feel relaxed and happy."

An Lingrong said with satisfaction: "Well, I didn't expect that there is a cave in this courtyard with a unique scenery. I want to build a small pavilion, a small hexagonal pavilion, and a set of stone tables and chairs on the ground in the courtyard. It is paved with bluestone, which makes it look more green. In front of the pavilion, there is a slightly sloping lawn with green grass. There are some small chrysanthemums interspersed among the soft grass. If you see the flowers gently blowing in the breeze, Swaying will make you feel happy and create a quiet and beautiful little world."

When her mother Lin Xiu's leg recovered to 70 to 80%, An Lingrong had almost completed the decoration of the small yard.

An Lingrong specially picked an auspicious day and took his mother to see the yard.

Lin Xiu couldn't resist, so she went to see the garden. When she pushed the door open and entered, she was stunned and couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.

Lin Xiu was slightly moved and said: "Rong'er, you must have spent a lot of money to buy this garden! I like this garden very much. It is quiet here and suitable for retirement."

Lin Xiu moved her steps slightly and looked around in the courtyard: "But if I come to the capital, then where will your father still live in Songyang County? You have entered the palace again, and it is difficult to come out several times throughout the year. Then It’s hard to see my mother at both ends.”