my wife is queen

Chapter 122 Picking Up the Maple Leaf
Li Mian had nothing to do, suddenly he came out of the mansion with Jinu and Yunniang on a whim.

Leaving from the back door, he came to the vicinity of Shichahai, and got on the pleasure boat in the mansion.

Boating on the lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of Shichahai.

Li Mian sat in the painting boat of the pleasure boat, pushed open the wicker panes, and admired the shimmering scenery all around.

Yunniang put down the Duanmuliang brocade box in her hand, picked up the blue sashes, pressed them under her legs, and turned her back to outline a beautiful curve.

She was half kneeling and half sitting next to Li Mian, holding a pipa in her hand, playing the melody for my uncle's entertainment.

The pheasant slave was punting outside with bare feet, humming an unknown tune, but it echoed with the sound of the pipa played by Yunniang, which was quite pleasant.

Li Mian did not expect that Pheasant Nu and Yun Niang had good melodic attainments, so he closed his eyes and listened for a while: "Although it is slightly inferior to Chen Yuanyuan, it is not funny, it is really pleasant to listen to."

Pheasant Nu and Yun Niang heard the young master say that they are not as good as Chen Yuanyuan, and they didn't feel any loss, but joy on their faces.

The accents that the two of them played and sang indiscriminately can be compared with the No. 1 actress in the capital, Chen Yuanyuan. My uncle really praised them both.

Yunniang played for a while, she was exhausted, and put down the pipa in her hand: "It would be great if Sister Yuanyuan could be on the cruise ship. With her playing and singing, my uncle will definitely feel better when he comes out to enjoy the scenery this time." The slave family can also take another cruise ship to draw a boat and block it nearby. If anyone dares to approach, he needs to give the slave family a tael... no... ten taels of silver, and then he will make a lot of money, hee hee."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Li Mian thought that Yunniang was thinking about him, but unexpectedly, she still couldn't get away from the thoughts of the little money fan.

He couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand and flicked Yun Niang's head: "If you have the ability to persuade Chen Yuanyuan, it would be a good way to make money. It just so happens that I can get rich with you, listening to Chen Yuanyuan sing Kunqu."

"Grandpa~~"

Yunniang rubbed her painful forehead: "The slave girl just said casually, how can I invite sister Yuanyuan, if it is a young master, it is almost the same. In the whole capital, only young master has the face to invite you. Sister Yuanyuan, who no longer sang Kunqu after washing her hands in the golden basin, once again sang old tunes that have become extinct."

Li Mian was a little moved. He was lucky enough to hear Chen Yuanyuan sing Kunqu opera once. In the past, he was disapproving of the obsession with Chen Yuanyuan's Kunqu opera by the princes and nobles in the capital.

Li Mian just thought about it, and cut off the idea. Chen Yuanyuan obviously didn't want to go back to his old job, so why force others to make things difficult for him.

"Uncle and uncle."

At this time, the cheerful voice of the pheasant slave came from the bow of the cruise ship: "A red maple leaf floated on the lake."

Red maple leaf?
Li Mian and Yun Niang were confused when they heard cheerful voices outside. Now is the sunny season, and it's not autumn yet. Where did the red maple leaves come from?

Li Mian stood up from the soft couch, pushed open the wooden door and walked out. He wanted to say that the pheasant slave might have misread it, but when he looked at the place where the pheasant slave's little finger was, he saw a red maple leaf.

Drifting with the tide, he soon drifted to the side of the pleasure boat located downstream.

Li Mian has relatively long arms, so he stretched out his hand, picked up the red maple leaves on the lake, took a look in his hand, and couldn't help laughing: "Where is the red maple leaf, it is clearly a maple leaf cut out of red silk by someone else. .”

When Yunniang heard the word "red silk", she quickly poked her head towards Chuiyunjiu, with a happy expression on her face: "This trip is not in vain, and I even picked up a piece of red silk, which should be sold for a lot of money at the silk and satin shop. .”

Yunniang suddenly gasped in surprise again: "My lord, look quickly, there are still handwritings on it, so it's possible that some young master has nothing to do, and has vassalized the elegance of Hongye's teasing love."

The pheasant slave also looked over, but shook his head with the double-ringed bun: "It doesn't look like a gentleman's handwriting, look at the Xiujuan lower script on it, it is obviously written by a young lady."

Yunniang had studied in the inner study in the past, and she was quite knowledgeable. After a few careful glances, she came up with a different opinion: "Although the handwriting is elegant, the font is full of grandeur. It should be written by a young master. lower case."

Li Mian heard the two personal maids beside him discussing whether they were an official lady or a son, vassalizing Hongye's elegance of teasing love.

He didn't care whether it was a young lady or a young master, it was a kind of fate to meet her.

"Life is too short."

Li Mian read a few words on the red silk, and stretched out his palm: "Go get the brush, I just have nothing to do, so I added the second half of the sentence on it."

The pheasant slave put down the oars in his hand, and ran into the pleasure boat with a goose-yellow skirt, and found lake pens and dyes in the carrying beam bookcase.

The dye was dispersed in the red silk inkstone, and the ink was ground into a thick and fine ink, which was placed on the mahogany supporting plate and served out.

Li Mian became interested, took a lake pen and dipped the dye in the red silk inkstone, and added a few words under the shortness of life.

Carpe Diem.

After Li Mian finished writing, he held it in his hand and waited for the handwriting to dry. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Yunniang looking at him eagerly, as if she wanted to sell Hong Ling away for money.

Li Mian said with a smile: "If you want a red silk, I will take one from the storeroom in the mansion and give it to you. It's rare to have a good mood today, so I can't give you this red maple leaf."

Yun Niang first showed a disappointed expression, and soon she smiled again: "Only money picked up in vain will make people happy, but compared to the good mood of my uncle, slaves are happier than picking up silver."

Li Mian stretched out his finger, and patted Yunniang's bright and clean forehead again: "That's pretty sweet, I'll take you two to Chen Yuanyuan's tofu stand to eat a bowl of tofu flower."

Pheasant Nu and Yun Niang both laughed happily, one was because they could eat delicious tofu flowers again, and the other was because they didn't have to spend money by themselves.

The dye on the red maple leaves dried, and Li Mian stretched out his hand to shake it lightly, and continued to drift downstream along the water again.

Li Mian waited until the red maple leaves disappeared, took the two of them ashore, and walked towards Chen Yuanyuan's tofu stand.

It's a pity that Chen Yuanyuan was dragged to her house by Shen Yixiu again today, and she didn't come out to sell bean curd.

Li Mian hadn't seen Chen Yuanyuan for a few days, so he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but the pheasant slave and Yun Niang next to him were still happy.

If you can't eat the tofu flower made by Chen Yuanyuan, you can also eat Lengtao next to it, which is also rare and delicious in the capital.

Li Mian chatted with Sun Gong and Yuan Gong for a few words, and after eating Leng Tao, he continued to wander around the capital with Pheasant Nu and Yun Niang.

(End of this chapter)