Becoming The Real Rich Daughter After Divorce

Qiao Jinniang also praised: "No matter what Zhou Qinghe's character is, her poems are more outstanding than each other. I like her poem "Partridge Sky Osmanthus" the most.

The body is dim and light yellow, soft in nature, and only the fragrance remains far away from the traces of love.

Why does it need light green and deep red? It is naturally the best among flowers.

The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the painted lantern is crowned with Mid-Autumn Festival.

The aristocratic family loves plum blossoms and loves chrysanthemums in seclusion, but no one writes poems praising the sweet-scented osmanthus. In this poem, the plum blossoms are jealous and the chrysanthemums should be ashamed. How can ordinary people write such wonderful poems? "

Lu Chen said: "Now there is a bookstore in Luoyang ordering another book of poems for her. If you like it, I will order someone to go to the bookstore to order a book for you. Nowadays, a book costs five taels of silver, and it has to be arranged. It won’t be around until autumn.”

Qiao Jinniang was surprised: "Five taels of silver a piece? This shows how talented Zhou Qinghe is."

Prince Rong Xiaojun said: "Zhou Qinghe is really a wonderful person. He left Chang'an twenty years ago and his reputation is even better than before when he came back."

In the blink of an eye, the Chinese Valentine's Day came. That night, the city of Luoyang was brightly lit, and the girls' families took to the streets one after another.

Qiao Jinniang went to Xuanwu Street with the three princesses. There were three major competitions here, one was sewing needlework, the second was making clever fruit, and the third was carving melon lanterns.

There are small vendors selling on both sides.

Princess Fulu and Qiao Lu came to Xuanwu Street to watch the excitement. She spotted a hairpin from a vendor nearby and smiled at Qiao Lu, "Does it look good?"

Qiao Lu nodded and paid the money, "It looks good."

"Zhou Qinghe is here!"

"Don't squeeze me, I want to go see Zhou Qinghe. I really like her song "Reminiscences of a Boudoir."

"I feel that my thoughts are too haunting. The most outstanding line is that of being a hero in life and a ghost in death. How can ordinary people come up with this poem? It's a pity that I am not a man. If I were a man, I would definitely marry Zhou Qinghe."

For a time, all the women on Xuanwu Street rushed to see Zhou Qinghe.

Fulu saw that the hawker who set up the stall also went to Zhou Qinghe's side, took off the hairpin from his head, and puffed out his cheeks like a squirrel in winter.

"You can only write a few poems. Do you need to be so popular?"

Qiao Lu said, "The poems written by Zhou Qinghe are rare in the ages. Don't be angry. Why don't you go and play with your sister?"

Fulu nodded and went to the threading place of the first competition.

The ladies have already begun to compete. Whoever threads more needlework will be the winner. This is the simplest of the three major competitions, and many women have participated since then.

Just hearing that Zhou Qinghe was coming, many women who were originally competing put down their needlework.

Zhou Qinghe and Zhou Shihui's mother and daughter got off the sedan chair and drove her out. Zhou Qinghe said: "Everyone, let's continue the competition. Shihui has never seen the excitement of the Luoyang Qiqiao Festival. I brought her out to see the world, so don't delay the competition because of me. "

Princess Jinghua snorted and said to Qiao Jinniang: "If you really don't want to delay, why come here at this time? Although her poems are good, I always feel something is wrong."

"Why?" Qiao Jinniang asked.

Princess Jinghua said: "This is not the place to talk about poetry. I wonder if the Crown Princess will be free tomorrow. How about I come to the East Palace to discuss it with the Crown Princess?"

"Okay, I'm bored in the East Palace." Qiao Jinniang responded.

After burning the incense, the fifth daughter of the Wang family of the Luoyang Emperor's merchants was the fastest to thread the needle. Qiao Jinniang praised her highly and gave her a set of gold tools for women's work. The fifth Miss Wang kowtowed and thanked her.

Qiao Jinniang also gave three golden needles to the other women in the competition as a reward for participating. Everyone was very happy. After all, rewards in the palace were rare.

Just three golden needles are enough to make the sisters in the mansion envious.

"Miss Zhou is very talented. The Chinese Valentine's Day is so lively today. I wonder if Miss Zhou is poetic?"

Someone among the rich people asked.

Zhou Shihui also looked at Zhou Qinghe and said, "Mom, the Chinese Valentine's Day is so lively today, why don't you come and compose a poem?"

Zhou Qinghe paused for a moment, then blurted out: "The cicadas sing in the grass. The parasol trees fall in shock. The world and the sky are full of sorrow. The clouds and the moon and the earth are locked up by thousands of layers. Even if the stars come and go, they will not meet. The stars will not meet. Magpies drive on bridges, and we only see them after many years. If you want to leave, don’t hate it, but it’s hard to be poor. Morning Glory and Weaver Girl, don’t leave. It’s sunny now, rainy now, and windy now.”

When Qiao Jinniang heard this poem, she had to admire Zhou Qinghe's talent, but she felt that it was not too suitable for the occasion. There has always been a saying about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl asking for cleverness.

However, since the founding of the Great Tang Dynasty, begging for clever things has been a festival for the daughter's family. When talking about it, she is only referred to as the Weaver Girl, and few people will mention the Cowherd.

What's more, why write a poem full of melancholy when it is such a lively and joyful daughter's festival?

Moreover, in such a lively Qiqiao Festival, how could there be such desolate and silent words like crickets singing in the grass and parasol trees falling in fright?

Shouldn’t writing poetry be based on feelings?

Even if Zhou Qinghe had been separated from her husband for a long time due to the flood, it could still be written that when the girl was playing on the day of begging for luck, she looked at the Altair and the Vega and thought of her husband. It should not start with the horoscope "The cicadas sing in the grass and the parasol trees fall in surprise" .

It’s a pity that there won’t be any more wonderful poems about girls playing like fighting for the crossing and startling a pool of gulls and herons.

Many wealthy people heard Zhou Qinghe's lyrics and copied them down, pondering them carefully.

Some daughters shed tears when they heard this poem, "Ah, it is another day to cry for the love between Zhou Qinghe and her husband. I hope that the Weaver Girl can bless Zhou Qinghe and her husband to meet as soon as possible."

"There is always a man in Zhou Qinghe's poems. It seems that she had a deep friendship with that man. I wonder where the man went?"

Fulu said angrily: "What a bad poem! I, who can't write poems and don't know words, all know that the eight characters of "The crickets in the grass are frightened and fall into the phoenix trees" are about the silent night. Where is the silence at this time?

Which family with daughters in Chang'an doesn't have a lively Daughter's Day? "

As soon as Fulu spoke out, he was immediately surrounded by thousands of people.

"This is obviously an excellent poem. If the princess doesn't understand poetry, don't talk about it."

Zhou Shihui looked at Princess Fulu proudly.

Qiao Lu held Fulu's hand and said, "Although poems are good poems, they must not be suitable for the occasion. The princess is right."

Zhou Shihui frowned and said, "Senior brother, you have a great literary talent and you should know how good my mother's poems are. Why are you helping Princess Fulu tell lies?"

Qiao Lu said: "You have been kicked out of Qingming College, don't call me senior brother again!"

Zhou Shihui felt Qiao Luming's disgust, and couldn't help but feel depressed. His senior brother was obviously very good to him in the past.

I don’t know what Princess Fulu forced her senior brother to do to make him treat her like this.

Everyone went to the place where Qiaoguozi was made. Qiaoguozi must not only look good, but also taste good, but there were still many people coming to compete.

Qiaoguozi needs to be fried, and there are many oil pans placed on the stage, filled with hot and bubbling oil.

As soon as Qiao Jinniang arrived here, she heard a scream. It turned out that someone had hit the hot oil in the oil pan, and by coincidence it hit a noble girl's face.

This matter was not a trivial matter, so Qiao Jinniang repeatedly asked the accompanying imperial doctor to go and have a look at the daughter.

This game of Qiaoguo had to stop.

"It was Xie Daru's granddaughter who knocked down the oil pan!"

Xie Daru is also the headmaster of Qingming College, and he has many students all over the world.

His granddaughter Xie Xiangxiang is seventeen years old this year. A red mole between her eyebrows makes her appearance even more beautiful and outstanding.

This was the first time she came to join in the fun this year. She was constantly scared. When she saw Zhou Shihui, she walked over and said, "Sister Shihui, I didn't. I just accidentally knocked her down."

Zhou Shihui gently pushed Xie Xiangxiang's hand away, "But they all saw that you hit her."

Zhou Shihui hates Xie Xiangxiang. She is not a student of Qingming College, but she can always play with Qiao Lu.

What made Zhou Shihui even more annoyed was that the red mole between Xie Xiangxiang's eyebrows was very close to the red mole between Qiao Lu's eyebrows.

Qian Yin, who accompanied Princess Shou'an and his wife to play on Xuanwu Street, saw the panicked woman. He walked over and rolled up her sleeves regardless of etiquette. When he saw Taohua's birthmark, he said repeatedly: "Xiangxiang!"

The poems written by Zhou Qinghe in the article were all stolen from Li Qingzhao~