Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

The golden crow fell to the west, stepping on the ground and returning home surrounded by servants and maids.

In the main hall, Xiao Chongzhi brewed fragrant tea early in the morning and waited for the proud granddaughter of the Xiao family to come home.

Xiao Yi, the young master of the Xiao Mansion who was sitting beside him, saw his sister come back, his eyes were wide open, and he quickly ran over with short legs: "Sister!"

The immature voice put people in a good mood, Xiao Qing patted his younger brother's head, and saluted grandpa who was sitting on top.

Xiao Chongzhi waved to her with a smile: "Ah Zhen, come and sit here."

Xiao Qing obediently sat down on her seat, and looked up at her beloved grandfather.

"That old man Kongxian, he has even shown off his grandson to his grandfather..." Xiao Chongzhi asked his granddaughter in a low voice: "Is there any poetic interest lately?"

Xiao Qing studied essays at the age of two and slept with books in her arms, and wrote poems at the age of three. Although she is not very old, she is born to read and has a brilliant literary talent.

In time, as long as she doesn't grow crooked, there is no suspense about becoming a Confucian scholar or poet, not to mention being a stunning and talented female champion in Dayou Dynasty.

Grandpa asked her if she was interested in poetry, Xiao Qing pursed her lips and remained silent.

The poet's heart is fragile, sensitive and dreamlike.

However, what Xiao Qing learned from her aunt and aunt the queen since she was a child is the spirit of perseverance and unyielding spirit.

She just cried in the Royal Garden, feeling sad about the possibility of parting ways with her childhood friend, lamenting the deliberate estrangement of her classmates in the study, the faint jealousy and making things difficult, and deeply grateful for the heart and soul of You Ning who treated her, and her heart was inevitably sad Overjoyed.

This time, she finally regained two points of peace. When she came home, her grandfather asked her if she was interested in poetry.

She had too many unspeakable things to say, and the emotions piled up in her throat and burned her palms.

She made a movement of retracting her sleeves - Xiao Chongzhi knew her granddaughter, this was a small movement that Ah Qing Shixing was about to be unable to hold back.

He immediately ordered someone to come and serve him with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The poem written by Xiao Qing at the age of three made the great Confucianist Xiao Chongzhi believe that his granddaughter had a bright future, and Xiao Qing's performance afterwards was indeed worthy of his praise.

Desperate to tell and vent, rushing to the tip of the pen, Xiao Qing closed her eyes, opened them again, all in one go!

Her handwriting is very beautiful, the Xiao family are all well-known characters in the literary world, but she is the only one who learned the empress's handwriting.

She admired Zhonggong the most, followed by her grandfather, then Rong Ling who was a mother, and then Xiao Qimu who was a father.

They all say that their characters are like their own, and Xiao Qing's characters are written like the queen's empress. Gradually, his character after growing up is also influenced by the empress's empress.

It's hard to say whether it's good or bad, the child is still too young, who can say clearly what will happen in the future?

Xiao Chongzhi watched seriously from the side, holding his breath and not daring to disturb his granddaughter's literary talent like a river.

The last stroke was made, and the tea was still hot.

Xiao Qing took a deep breath and pulled herself away from the sea of ​​poetry. She respectfully presented the poem to her grandfather with both hands. Xiao Chongzhi took it solemnly, read it word by word, and praised: "Good!"

There are successors in the Xiao family, and the emperor strokes his beard and laughs.

Seeing her grandfather in a good mood, Xiao Qing also smiled reservedly.

Poetry can talk about feelings and ambitions. After the excitement, Xiao Chongzhi sat back in his seat again: "Did you get into trouble with Princess Changrong today? Did the little brat of the Zheng family bully you?"

Knowing all this could not be hidden from her grandfather, Xiao Qing didn't want to hide it either.

She picked up the tea and took a sip, suddenly missing the honey water that Youning handed her to drink, she shook her head, pretending to be old-fashioned: "Who can bully me? I just don't care about it like them."

Xiao Chongzhi believed this sentence. His little granddaughter had a sharp temper since she was a child, but the outer edges and corners did not mean that she would not be hurt inside.

Otherwise, it would be nothing more than a poem, full of emotions, faintly surpassing her level half a month ago.

Poets are emotional, or literati are emotional.

If you want to achieve great things, you must go to some extreme.

Either ruthlessly crush her innocence, make her be compassionate and see the world clearly, or keep her innocence, unconstrained, romantic, everything can be told in the pen.

As a grandfather, he hoped that Ah Qing would be the latter.

"The son of the Zheng family will be disciplined."

This is his promise to Xiao Qing.

Xiao Qing doesn't care if Zheng Fu will be punished when she goes home, she falls and falls, and the pain hurts, she wants to have a good chat with You'an more than the pain in her body.

But Youan didn't come to her.

"Princess Changrong beat the son of Zheng's family very hard, and the son of Zheng was crying when he came out of the palace." Xiao Chongzhi teased his granddaughter with words: "So you really had a quarrel with Princess Changrong?"

Don't be awkward, where did little princess You'an get so angry?

"She hit her. She can hit whoever she wants. What does it matter to me?"

"This is outrageous talk."

Xiao Qing glanced at her grandfather: "I want to drink honey water."

The maid quickly brought honey water with just the right temperature.

The sweet taste filled the mouth, and Xiao Qing's mood eased a little: "Grandfather, I'm really afraid that one day I will not be friends with An An."

Xiao Chongzhi is honored as "Master Xiao" by the people all over the world, and she does not despise her because of her young age, and she is very patient and persuasive: "Why can't we be friends?"

The Xiao family has a rich academic atmosphere, and the elders are open-minded. Growing up in such a big family full of love, Xiao Qing was raised very well. She said bluntly: "Because An An is too awkward.

"It's like the changing sky, it's sunny today, rainy tomorrow, I'm inseparable with you today with a good face, and I can cruelly leave you alone tomorrow.

"She is indifferent and unpredictable. She doesn't understand my heart, and she doesn't want to open her heart to me to see what she thinks inside.

"In the past, when I had an awkward dispute with her, Her Majesty and Auntie Empress resolved it.

"She listens to them very much, but once His Majesty and Empress are not around, she seems to be a different person, without a backbone, and always wants to retreat.

"She looks cheerful. In the past two years, I have always suspected that there are many things in her heart. These things weigh her down and lie in the middle, so that we can no longer be as close as we were a few years ago."

Full of trust, she asked her grandfather for help: "Grandfather, what should Ah Qing do to help her and restore our friendship?"

"Good boy." Xiao Chongzhi looked kindly and relieved: "Grandfather also had a good friend when he was a child. He was small-minded and always angry. Every time he was angry, I would give him my favorite gift. When I saw a gift, He was embarrassed to be angry again.

"Some people look strong, but inside they are porcelain dolls that shatter when touched. I don't want him to be broken, so I can only continue to coax him.

"Once or twice, again and again, after ten years.

"As time went on, I started to get bored.

"His heart is towards Jianghu, and my heart is towards the literary world, with different paths and different aspirations.

"The last time he had trouble with me was when the person he liked liked me, your grandmother.

"Our ten-year relationship was broken because of this, but I can't let him go.

"As soon as he left, I went to find him later, but he got the news in advance and avoided me like a tiger.

"Whenever I think back to my ten-year relationship, I feel deep regret. But I don't regret it. Does Ah Qing know why I don't regret it?"

Xiao Qing was smart, and said in a low voice: "Because it's not suitable, this friendship has only been treasured by grandfather from the beginning to the end."

"good."

Xiao Chongzhi stroked his beard sadly: "A person will meet many friends with different temperaments in this life, some of them are as old as before, and some are as white as new.

"Blindly forbearing and accommodating, one day you will feel tired.

"Emotions are fragile and need to be protected by both parties.

"For example, Your Majesty, the fact that Your Majesty and Your Majesty were able to meet, know each other, fall in love, and stay together when they were young is definitely not the effort of one person, it is the luck of two people gritted their teeth through life and death.

"Aqing, even if You'an is the noble princess of Dayou Dynasty, my grandfather doesn't want you to get hurt, and I don't want to see you silently swallow your grievances.

"Everything, just do your best.

“Don’t be proud if you do well, and there’s no regret if you don’t do well.

"Do your best and listen to the fate. Fate is a very mysterious thing. When fate comes, if you want to last forever, you can't do without cherishing each other."

Xiao Qing drank the honey water and pondered slowly.

After a while, she suddenly understood: "Thank you grandfather, Ah Qing knows what to do."

The next day, study.

Xiao Qing, who was the best student yesterday, was ignored by His Highness the Princess. She ran out and didn't even attend the teacher's class. Afterwards, the Princess beat Zheng Fu.

As soon as Xiao Qing walked into the study with the scroll in her arms, there was no sound in the study, obviously there were so many people, no one came forward to talk to her.

Miss Xiao is not surprised by this, although she still feels a little lost because of this, but her time is not used to give up on herself.

She was already weak yesterday, and she has to be strong today.

Like Aunt Queen!

After a full quarter of an hour, You Ning appeared outside the door held by Huang Jie. Seeing her, Xiao Qing smiled, and rarely gave You An a look at her.

She saw herself, but pretended not to see her, and You'an was dying of pain.

You Ning poked Huang Jie's waist with her finger, her sparkling eyes were full of encouragement.

Asking for a milk dumpling to encourage, You'an's cheeks were hot, and he mustered up the courage to move his legs.

Needle drop can be heard in the study.

She walked in front of her, Xiao Qing could no longer pretend to be indifferent, raised her eyebrows, and looked at her without saying a word.

You'an tremblingly said: "Ah Qing, I shouldn't have treated you like that, are you still angry with me?"

She took out a writing brush made by a famous artist from her sleeve pocket, and forced it into Xiao Qing's palm: "This is, an apology to you... Can you forgive me regardless of the past?"

She made up her mind when she said these words, Xiao Qing looked at her twice: "Why not?"

The most important thing to be a friend is to be happy and at ease, and of course she will give Youan a chance to admit her mistakes and correct them.

She will give her more than one chance.

But she also hopes to get back the same amount of care and cherish from Youan.

A Niang was right, they were still too young. Grandfather had been friends for ten years before he made a decision. She and An An were only six years old, and their lives were still so long.

Grandpa was serious, and so was she.

I will be serious about being friends with others, until one day I can't be a close friend, but I will also be serious about being an ordinary friend.

She didn't want to end up parting ways with You'an, but from today onwards, she would no longer indulge her blindly.

Grandpa wanted her to love her friends and treat him well, and she would.

The look in her eyes was too focused, You'an was stunned for a few moments, and when she realized that she had accepted the apology, she instantly showed a big smile.

A pair of green plums reunited.

Another day later, Xiao Qing was taken by her grandfather to the largest racecourse in Shengjing City, and personally selected a docile pony to give to Youan as a return gift, and Youan was overjoyed.

Inspired by her, You Ning gave Sister Ah Zhen a jar of honey that she thought was good, and received Xiao Qing's feedback that it was "very delicious". She was so happy that she couldn't sleep that night, and she dragged Sister Huang to count the stars by the window.

The starry night is in the sky, the Emperor's Mansion, Miss Xiao's boudoir.

Xiao Qing faced a wall and pondered for a long time.

There is a painting of a big fox hanging on the wall, which is a good painting.

She likes furry animals, but she doesn't like foxes, especially not hanging in the boudoir.

When she was young, she read a lot of stories about ghosts and ghosts, and what impressed her most was the big fox jumping out of the painting and digging out the heart of the scholar at night.

She told this story to You'an, and You'an laughed at her for being timid.

She disagreed with hanging on the wall of the boudoir, and You'an misunderstood that she actually liked the little fox painted by Chi Yukang more.

It couldn't be explained, so the big fox stayed until now.

Xiao Qing didn't allow others to do anything, so she stood on the bench and took down the painting with her own hands and moved it to the study.

Lying in the warm bed at night, there is no "big heart-eating fox" on the wall, and she sleeps soundly all night.

The child's conflict was temporarily resolved, thousands of miles away in Xiaoxiangshan, in the middle of the night, Chi Heng followed the cries and picked up the little girl abandoned by her family in the bamboo forest.

The door opened, Qing He said softly: "A Chi, what happened?"