Ma Kong continued to explain.

"Usually, when picking up a bride, according to custom, the girl's sister-in-law will deliberately close the door of the boudoir. The rich groom has to stuff red envelopes to prepare some. If you don't have money, prepare candy, snacks, melon seeds and peanuts to hide in the sedan chair, and then take them out and distribute them. Anyway, it's not that you really won't let you pick them up, everyone is looking for a festive and lively look."

Dong Shumin interrupted:

"That's it... Xiaotian, you are stupid, you have never seen a marriage."

Xin Tianyou shook his head and said:

"Eyes can deceive your brain. When you see a sedan chair, you think about getting married, and it has formed a fixed mindset. But the situation may not be what you imagined. There must be living things hidden in the sedan chair. From time to time, the sedan chairman in front quickly turned back to look at the curtain... Moreover, the groom looked very panicked when he saw us."

Dong Shumin laughed.

"It's strange that you don't panic. What the country people fear most are you, the heroes of the world. They say they are chivalrous and righteous, but they are lawless. What if you snatch away the bride that they have worked so hard to save?"

Xin Tianyou said depressedly: "Am I just so futile?"

Looking at his serious appearance, Miss Dong smiled so hard that her stomach hurts, and said:

"Oh...that's not sure."

Ma Cuihua, who likes to join in the fun, did not participate in the bickering for the first time. She stared at the sedan chair, not knowing what she was thinking. Ma Kong glanced at the silly daughter and sighed.

The mist is as thin as veil, the fields are green, and a big red sedan chair is slowly walking.

It is beautiful and makes people have endless imagination.

It is easy to cultivate the fields in the Peach Blossom Land, and the relatives of gods and immortals, why should you practice again?

The group pointed and walked to the fork in the road, and a gust of wind blew.

Xin Tianyou sniffed, strangled the horse, turned his head and looked at the shadow of the sedan chair, and said:

"You can't get a bath, burn incense and change clothes when you get married? Why is the groom so smelly? It seems that he hasn't taken a shower for several months."

Dong Shumin, who was walking side by side, stopped and said:

"Why would the groom not take a shower? It must be the sedan chairwoman who is sweating."

Xin Tianyou frowned and said:

"No, no... I smelled the fragrance in the sedan chair, it was a girl."

Dong Shumin curled her lips and said angrily:

"My God, do you really want to go and rob a kiss?"

Xin Tianyou jumped off his horse and walked out more than ten meters on the fork, picked up a leaf and looked at it. His face immediately became severe and he looked at Ma Kong and said:

"Uncle Ma, go and stop them."

good!

Without saying a word, Ma Kong turned his head and rushed to the fork in the road.

Dong Shumin didn't understand what was going on, so she ordered Zhao Jia, hurry up, you go and help.

Then he jumped off his horse and asked while walking.

"Xiaotian, what's wrong? Nothing is there any words written on the leaves saying that they were kidnapped by a robber and asked for help?"

The remaining three people also dismounted.

Xiaoxiang and Xiaolan held the reins of Miss Dong and Xintianyou's horses and stood still.

Ma Cuihua walked forward quickly and said:

"It's okay, my father is the headmaster. Any robber who is stared at by him will definitely not be able to escape."

Xin Tianyou handed the leaves over and said, "Let's take a look."

It was a wide new leaf of a sycamore tree, covered with vague sesame marks. It was probably left with small sharp objects such as needle tips and other fine and sharp objects that cut through the waxy film on the surface.

Dong Shumin took Ye Zi, leaned close to her, and kept reciting:

"In a short period of time, a slight ray of lingering, ignorance cannot be eliminated. The soul and soul are broken, and it shines. Looking at the mountains, rivers, people go, and they are faintly far away..."

What is this?

Miss Dong raised the leaves and blinked her eyes and caught her blindly.

"It seems to be a poem."

Xin Tianyou knocked on his forehead and added:

"The person who wrote this poem is absolutely fascinating. He is the most valuable person I have ever seen after going down the mountain..."

The greatest value of life is creation.

He doesn't like poetry very much, but it doesn't hinder judgment. Since that person has written excellent lyrics, he can definitely create more. In terms of artistic value, he can be compared to the wealth of a country and a city. At least at this point, no matter how powerful he and his master are, he can only pick up the teeth of his predecessors. Like "the bright moonlight in front of the bed" or something, he can't create a sentence.

"Tsk, what did you say? I didn't hear it clearly. How far a mile away can you smell the people in the sedan chair beautiful?"

Before Xin Tianyou could finish his words, Dong Shumin gave him a fierce look, full of murderous intent. After staying with the boy for a long time, she also learned to use the word "cut".

Xin Tianyou is not stupid. He knows that he had a grammatical problem with what he said just now, so he quickly lost his sheep and said:

"I mean, the lyricist writers are very good at it. I don't know whether they are beautiful or not. But their martial arts are definitely far worse than yours, and they may not even be able to lift a sword."

“It’s almost the same.”

Miss Dong smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder with a careless attitude, and said in an old-fashioned manner:

"Well, it's not bad, it's a good thing for children."

But she didn't know that just as she stretched out her hand, within 0:00, one second, Xin Tianyou's conditioned reflex was slanted and turned his shoulders, and his fist was swung diagonally for more than half an inch, heading straight for Yiren's chest. This punch was probably even the iron wall would be pierced.

Fortunately, the terrible scene did not happen.

In an instant he returned to his original state, motionless.

Miss Dong didn't know at all that she had just walked around the gates of hell.

Ma Cuihua stood beside them, thinking, and then recited: "Inch by inch the clouds, slightest traces, are there... there... Shumin, what is behind?"

Dong Shumin thought to the leaves.

"There is no ignorance that cannot be eliminated. The soul and soul are broken, and it is shining. Looking at the mountains, rivers, people go, and they are faintly far away..."

Ma Cuihua talked to herself, counting with her fingers.

"Yes, four, four, six, four, six..."

Miss Dong simply handed over the sycamore leaves and said, "You can see it yourself."

But Ma Cuihua stepped back and waved her hand and said, "I can't read."

Ignore literacy?

What are you talking about when you are illiterate? What are you right? Fourteen, not sixty-five, sister!

The two of them felt quite strange, but they saw Ma Cuihua clasping her hands and saying surprise: "I remembered... This is the lyrics of "Reminiscing the Flute on the Phoenix Platform".

Now, it was the turn of two great scholars to be stunned.

Dong Shumin shook her head hard to make herself clear and asked, "How can you know the name of the lyrics when you are illiterate?"

Ma Cuihua hurriedly explained.

"The Master Lau, next door to my family, taught children to learn from them. He heard him talk about it. The most famous one is Li Qingzhao's poem. Look, the number of words is exactly the same, four, four, six, five, four, six, three, four... I will carry it to you... The fragrance is cold and golden, and the red waves are turned red, and people have not combed their hair. Let the treasure box be covered with idleness, and the curtain hook is on the sun. I am afraid of being idle and secretly hated, and I want to say so much, but I will stop talking. I will lose weight this year, and I will not be sick and drunk, or sad autumn..."

Damn, it actually judges the name of the lyrics based on the number of words, rather than the tune of rhyme. But people seem to be right, who is the fool?

Dong Shumin and she became best friends, so of course they knew Mr. Lau. After finishing the first stanza, they immediately snatched the words:

"Li Qingzhao's poem is so famous. I will remember it as soon as you recite it. But how can a poem about complaining about a boudoir can be used to teach children?"

Ma Cuihua said anxiously:

"It's not about teaching children, it's about teaching me when there is no one..."

Ah, when there is no one, I will teach you?

The amount of information contained in this sentence is too great.

Xin Tianyou's eyes widened, Dong Shumin's expression was similar, and her mouth was opened and she could stuff a big duck egg into it.
Chapter completed!