Did the third place winner regret it today?

I haven't written poetry for a long time, so my poetry talent has declined. It's better to say that my sister-in-law is not good at poetry than to say that my sister-in-law is not good at poetry.
But the artistic conception is correct. Because my sister-in-law was living a happy life at that time, even if she lacked some talent, her words expressed my true feelings. That is the artistic conception.

The young master sat next to him and said, "You can fix it."
Open the inkstone cover, return the ink to the inkstone, add a little water, then lightly pinch the sleeve with your slender wrist, grind it a little and it is ready for use.
Titi picked up the pen and changed a few words.
Although it is still a boudoir poem, the wording suddenly becomes exquisite in me.
The young master was full of praise. He said he really admired Titi's talent.

"Yesterday, I heard that you were promoted, so I gave you some bonus money. Everyone was very happy and congratulated me. Tilang, you don't know how proud I am."
Titi hummed, hugged him and gently stroked his hair, looking at the inkstone pool and seeing that the ink had not yet dried up.

They say that she adds fragrance to his sleeves, that she is full of admiration for him, and even that she is full of joy when she writes poems and is satisfied with the present life.
Moreover, a husband's honor brings glory to his wife, and she said she was proud of him.
This was pretty much how he imagined marriage to be when he was young, every detail coming true.

But Titi felt strange and didn't feel particularly happy.
It's like a promotion, it told me that when the time comes, it's time for me to take it.
So...what does he want?

……
When I got up early in the morning and was getting dressed, Titi asked, "Where is my peony?"
The maid hurried to the bedside to get me.
The cut branches in the vase were already in a dangerous condition. They had not been watered overnight. Although they had dried up, they were still as fresh as yesterday.
Ti Ti was spinning around, about to put the hairpin on her official hat, when suddenly she felt something in her heart, so she put it down and looked at it again.

Then the young master sent him off, and then dressed up. Today, the twenty-fifth day, she said she should go and give him a make-up. "...Why did he come over to me so early in the morning?"
"The Hanlin picked a peony and walked away, saying he wanted to wear it as a hairpin."
He always thought it was a bit funny that a man could do this, so he looked at it with a click of the tongue, "How could he steal it from me?"
What's the difference between this and Saburo's life?

He thought to himself, "Hanlin asked me to talk to my husband and I can keep the accounts."
When he saw "..."
At that time, he was a little better than Saburo, but it was too much.

When he finished his morning exercises and had breakfast, the maid came in and reported to me, "Aunt, I'm here to greet you."
He said, "Let Auntie come to the main room and sit down."
The maid is out.
Until he rinses his mouth and goes into the light.

Since they asked the aunt to sit there, the maids would naturally put a brocade stool for her.
However, when he came out, I saw the young master standing next to the brocade stool, his hands slightly folded at his waist, and he didn't sit down.
At this time, women don't need to stick out their chests and raise their heads, but need to hunch their backs. It can't be said to be hunched, anyway, the head is slightly lowered, the chest is slightly hunched, and there is a curve from the back of the neck to the waist. This posture of a lady exudes a sense of subtlety.
Like an ancient painting.

This was the second time he met the young master since the tea ceremony.
The mansion is like this at that time. If we don't want to meet each other, we will rarely see each other. For example, if there is no special arrangement, such as a family dinner, we will rarely see Ti Da even in a few years.
She said she had lived in the family for ten years and had hardly seen the old man. She had never even seen the old lady.

"That." Until he sat down.
The young master lowered his head and squatted to look at her. "Greetings to the young master."
Until he paused.
The times are like the wind blowing in your face, scraping your cheeks.
She called out, "Young master, are you there?"
After just a few days, the little girl faced reality.
The process of smoothing out those burrs and edges must be painful, as it keeps me awake at night.

When he saw him, his eyes fell on the floor tiles, speechless. Then he raised his head and looked at the floor tiles. "Sit down."
The young master then sat down on the lower half.
The sitting posture is also very elegant. He can sit in this posture for half a day, and then his back and waist will hurt so much that he has to lie down for half a day.
He is not like that young man at all, his manner is engraved in his bones.

"I didn't see you when I sent my brother off that day." He said, "I haven't seen you for a while. Is there anything missing in your life? Tell me, tell Hanlin. If Lin is not here, you can also look for Changchuan. He is here."
"Young master, why are you so worried? I don't see anything missing. It's always good." The young master said, raising his eyes.

The second time they met, Titi was not around, so he had the chance to take a closer look at the young man.
What a beautiful girl. The bookish air between her brows makes her elegant and beautiful.
She was so young and very thin, which made Mo Qing feel pity and protective.

Especially the one that young lady still has the peony hairpin on her temples that she gave me yesterday, it looks so good.
I don't know how Titi put it, but the picture of young men and women together must be very romantic. I couldn't help but smile.
He said, "It's okay when you are big. You should say what you want to say, including the words and deeds of the people below. Although I am not the head of the family, I have seen my husband and Hanlin. In this family, no one can bully others at will."

These words sound so well-intentioned.
Like this generous and fair is the main wife. No one can find fault with what she said, they will only feel that when she said it.
The young master couldn't help but look at him. From the moment he looked at him, he couldn't see any flaws.
The young master lowered his head and spoke softly, "Thank you, young master. Most of our servants have been well trained. If they are too frivolous and bully me, I will definitely tell you, young master." He spoke in an official tone.
The girl lowered her head and never raised it again. Her behavior was respectful and she made no mistakes.
He could clearly feel the thick wall between the two of them.
What can we do then? We can say that we have done nothing wrong and that the young master has no ill intentions at all.
But we all know that there are pain points here and there.
This natural position cannot be changed due to subjective will.

"That's fine." He said softly.
Said holding up the tea.
Serving tea means seeing off guests.
The young master stood up and took his leave.
He nodded and said, "Go ahead."

The young master withdrew from the main room, turned around and looked around, and saw his figure flash by, and said he would go back to the next room.
The young master turned around and his eyes fell on the beautifully blooming peonies in the courtyard.
Now I don’t care about the peonies in the palace or the Daren Temple. It is probably not time for them to bloom on a large scale yet.

She walked a few steps closer and stared at the beautiful flower, which was inserted in her hair like this.
Tilang said, he would not see me in this palace, I would go somewhere else.
I am here.

The young master left Jingrongyuan and went east across the courtyard.
On the way, Zhaoxiang saw Shaoyao saying several times as if she couldn't help but raise her hand and lightly touched her bun.
"Didn't you insert it?" Zhao Xiang took two steps forward and said, "How about starting over?"
"No, it's useless."

The young man covered his hand with his sleeve, and grasped his other hand with one hand, pinching it hard, controlling his hand.
She just wore that flower in her hair and walked straight back to her own courtyard.

When Titi came to his courtyard, she saw a new flower in full bloom, still covered with dew.
He asked Changchuan to help him pin it on his official hat.
As soon as I walked out of the second door, Ping Mo praised me, "It's worth a look at this."
Titi smiled and said, "Young man, raise me."
Changchuan showed off, "Young Master, you were very good at raising them when you were in Huaixi. You can see them in the yard when you see them."
You guys have never seen it, but I have.

Titi tapped him on the head, took the whip and went to the carriage yard.
The servant led the green horse, and Ti Ti climbed onto the horse easily without the need for a mount stone. "Go."
At this time, the morning market had already ended. I walked to the street corner and onto the main road, where there were already many people.

The one running around is a man, the one carrying a basket is an auntie, the one wearing a blue scarf is a young lady, and the one going to school is a scholar. Shops take down their doors early or late, preparing to open.
The morning light often cuts across the eaves obliquely, sometimes visible in the light, sometimes in the dark, sometimes real and sometimes not.
The noise and the aroma of the snacks were real.

"Look, this little Ti is awesome."
“Hey, Shijun!”
"Has the peony already bloomed? Why didn't I hear from Si Tuo? When will the meeting at Daren Temple be held?"
"It's already here, right? In previous years, it wouldn't have taken a few days."
"Xiao Ti's hairpin is so pretty."
"Of course I am. How can I be a Tan De Lang without being handsome?"
"Why don't I see any of them for sale? I'm also looking for some."

There are many neighbors nearby. Xiao Ti found that she had seen him here every day and everyone knew him.
I can see that Xiaoti is not the same after she got married.
The innocent boy in the past has now become a young man with a romantic temperament.

A green horse, a green official robe, and a black gauze dress.
The leather belt tightened his waist, his shoulders were straight, and his face was as handsome as jade.
He walked towards the government office, his sleeves of robe fluttering, looking handsome and elegant.

The eyes of the people on the street were attracted by the young man. They exclaimed, "This is the real treasure."
In fact, this satisfies everyone's beautiful imagination of "Tan De Lang".

On this day, the streets suddenly became very busy.
Young girls, young wives, men and women, young and old, all need a hairpin.
"It's not time yet, it's not time yet, the peony hasn't come yet!" The young man carrying the empty basket told everyone, "Just wait a little longer, it will be over in a few days."

(End of this chapter)