Tofu Xishi: General Mo ran

Chapter 72
"Our magistrate's surname is Zhao, his name is Bo, and his style name is Zhong'an. In the early years, the Zhao family was a big family in the Jiangnan Prefecture. The family has practiced writing for generations, and they have been masters of Juren for several generations. And our current magistrate, back then Zhao Zhong'an, who was born in the blue, was selected as a scholar at the age of 13, and was selected as a scholar at the age of 17. At that time, he was a handsome talent known to everyone in the south of the Yangtze River. It's a pity that there were unexpected events. When Zhong'an was in trouble, his family was in trouble, and his father died of a sudden illness. , my mother washed her face with tears every day, but she cried and blinded her eyes in less than half a year."

The storyteller cadenced and drank two sips of tea from time to time, and then continued.

"Zhong'an is grieved, but he can only support the entire Zhao family with his immature shoulders. It's hard to say!"

"Furthermore, when Zhongan was a child, the Zhao family once arranged a baby marriage for him. The girl's family is a merchant family in Jiangnan Prefecture, and it can be regarded as one of the largest families - the Xiao family. The youngest daughter of the Xiao family is nicknamed Chan'er. , has been charming since the age of 12, although he was born in a merchant family, but he knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even writes beautiful hairpin Xiaozhuan."

"These two families or their ancestors have an old relationship. The two children have been married since they were young. It was originally Zhongan's time. Xiao Chan'er and Ji happened to be married according to the old covenant."

"But after the fall of the Zhao family, the Xiao family turned their backs on what they said, and they didn't want to marry their daughter!"

When the storyteller said this, the teahouse was already full, and when people heard this, they began to whisper.

The storyteller paused for a moment, then continued: "Ke'er can't help it, we Miss Xiao, but she is a benevolent person, she has long admired Zhong An's talent and appearance, and she is determined to marry him!"

"Until the 16th year of Longqing, when Zhong'an was about to go to Beijing for the exam. Xiao Chan'er sent her personal maid to sell all the jewelry in her jewelry box and give it to Zhong'an. I only hope that he will come back to marry her after high school." !"

There are gradually some sighs in the crowd, there are really not many such good girls nowadays!

"It can be regarded as God's help, and Zhong'an's knowledge is also profound. It was Zhao Zhongan's first visit to Beijing Chunwei, and he succeeded in one fell swoop and became a dignified Tanhualang!"

"Okay!" Everyone cheered, and for a while, the atmosphere in the teahouse was quite lively.

With a smile on his face, the storyteller took a sip of tea and continued talking.

　 "After the title on the gold list, is it necessary to have wedding candles? Our current magistrate was also in the Jiangnan mansion in the past! Wearing a red robe and riding a tall horse, the eight officials in front beat the gong to clear the way, and the sixteen officials behind him Shout out to each other. Wearing red and hanging colors, beating drums and beating gold, riding horses and parading through the streets, shouting in front and hugging in back, it's so majestic!"

"I saw that tall horse went straight to Xiao's mansion after wandering from Jiangnan mansion for a week, and knelt down in front of Mr. Xiao in public, begging to marry Xiao Chan'er, Miss Xiao's family!"

"Then how can Mr. Xiao disagree now? Of course, he just kept smiling and agreed. The two families had a marriage contract in the first place, and the three letters and six rituals have been completed one by one. This can be regarded as the lovers finally get married!"

"This story of a gifted man and a beautiful woman has been handed down to later generations. It is said that it was written by Xiao Chan'er, the wife of the magistrate. It is all about the time since she sent Zhao Lang away in the spring, and then until the two got married in the winter. time things."

The storyteller cleared his throat, and then slowly said the poem.

"Drizzle rain Peach Blossom Lord parting, the lotus wind blows the temples and recalls the past.

People laugh with osmanthus in the fog, and the red plums in the snow reflect the red candles! "

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The second update on 11.28~ps The story is purely fictitious, and the poems are also made up, don't mind if you are sophisticated... It's just a story~Story~~
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