Twin Brocade

Chapter 444 Questioning
"What's the inconvenience?" Tang Ding squinted his eyes, and took out a golden nude in the shape of a plum blossom from his purse, put it in her hand, pointed to a spot in the garden, and said, "Let's go there, and we'll go back as soon as we go." , no one found it."

The old woman looked along his fingers, and there was an old plum looming.

"We're just going to admire the plum blossoms, so we'll be more flexible." Having arrived at the place, Chu Mo didn't want to give up, so he cupped his fists and said.He was so polite, but it made the mother-in-law feel embarrassed.

"Oh, young master Chu, don't be like this, the old woman can't afford it." Among the servants of Qiao's family, she is the lowest-ranking rough envoy, otherwise she wouldn't be guarding the door in such a remote place.

Facing a handsome young man like Chu Mo, how could she bear to refuse his request?
"Two young masters, go and come back quickly, is two quarters of an hour enough time?" The old lady smiled happily, took the golden nude and hid it in her waist, and got out of the way: "The old lady is here waiting for you to come back."

Tang Ding patted Chu Mo's shoulder, and the two walked towards the garden.

"Brother Chu is really extraordinary. Men, women and children can't resist your charm." He joked with a smile, "You are more useful than my golden nude, if I knew it, I wouldn't have given it."

Chu Mo rolled his eyes at him, and said, "Young master of the Tang family, do you still feel sorry for a golden nude? How many golden nudes do you get for your monthly expenses in Ningxianglou?"

Although Tang Ding's father was only the magistrate of Jingzhao Prefecture, he was more lucrative as a magistrate in Beijing than in a local area.Not to mention daily filial piety, just say that he is in charge of the South City and West City in Luoyang City, and rich merchants and wealthy households will inevitably try their best to pay him tribute.

Compared with the noble Chu family, the Tang family's daily expenses are many times better.

"Hey, don't you know me yet?" Tang Ding's eyes flashed coldly, and he said, "She is going to raise me, how can I not help her?"

"It's better for me to spend this money than for her to use it to supplement her mother's family." Tang Ding laughed at himself and said, "Otherwise, how can I get such a reputation as a playboy?"

Knowing his difficulty, Chu Mo said apologetically, "Why did I bring this up, but it's my brother's fault, I apologize to you!"

"We two brothers, there is no need to pay attention to these things." Tang Ding waved his hand nonchalantly, pointed to the front and said, "Look, the old plum tree you have been thinking about has arrived."

The old plum plant is in the corner, Ling Han opened it alone.The black-brown plum branches stretched towards the sky, letting the cold wind howl through the lonely and thin branches, but they did not give in.

On such branches, blossoming red plums are blooming brightly.

On the petals of red plums, you can find light pink and rouge-like bright red.In the winter when everything is withered, in a gray and white landscape, suddenly seeing such a color is breathtaking.

Not only Chu Mo who came here on purpose, but even Tang Ding was stunned by the red plum blossoms in full bloom.

"Afraid of worry, sleepiness, and late opening alone, I am afraid that I will be out of fashion.

Pretend to be a little red peach and apricot, but still have a lonely, thin and snowy appearance.

The cold heart is not willing to follow the spring state, and the wine dizziness is on the jade skin for no reason.

Shi Lao didn't know that Meg was there, but looked at the green leaves and branches. "

A seven-character regulated poem was slowly recited from Chu Mo's mouth.He expressed his feelings and used flowers to personify people: flowers are like beauties, and beauties are like flowers, which are both sentimental and elegant. (See the author's words below for the source of the poem)
"Okay!" Tang Ding was not good at reciting poems on weekdays, and he could tell that this was a rare and good poem.After admiring, he quietly approached Chu Mo, and said with a look on his face, "Brother Chu, are you yearning for spring?"

Chu Mo laughed dumbly, patted Tang Ding's head, and said, "Beauties are like flowers and jade, and they are for appreciation rather than obscenity. What are you thinking about all day long?"

In his eyes, all girls have their own charms and deserve to be treated well.

"Che, you are Fengya." Tang Ding sneered and said, "If you are not Sichun, how can you compare this red plum to a beauty?"

"Flowers and beauties already match each other, why do they look so wretched to you?" Chu Mo said, "I see, you'd better go to Ningxiang Tower a few times less, it's the tomb of heroes in the gentle township."

Tang Ding smiled nonchalantly, and said: "Don't worry, I have my own measure. If you like beauties so much, why don't you come with me next time, to show you and open your eyes."

"According to your talent, learning and appearance, as long as you write a few more beauty poems, then the red girls will also be willing to stick to you." Tang Ding encouraged him.

Chu Mo shook his head calmly, and said: "In places where makeup and powder are popular, women's beauty is a little more artificial, not pure enough." What he appreciates is real beauty, not for fame or money, Deliberately cater to the beauty.

Tang Ding smacked his lips and said, "I don't understand the style."

He was about to say something more, but as the two of them got closer and closer, he saw two women standing next to a stone table not far from the old plum tree.

The squatting one, with the red cloak hugging his knees, seemed to be crying bitterly.

The woman standing in front of her was wearing a silver-red begonia flower cloak, her figure was tall and straight.

Tang Ding took a closer look and was furious.

Isn't the person squatting and crying his sister Tang Yuanyao?Who is that standing there and why is it bullying her.His Ni Lin is none other than his younger sister Tang Yuanyao.Others can bully him in any way, but they can't say that his sister is not good at all.

He was furious, and he didn't care about the fact that this was in the inner house and he needed to hide his traces.With a single step, he rushed out like an arrow.With a distance of ten feet, he passed by in a few breaths.

Compared with studying literature, Tang Ding prefers to dance with guns and sticks.It's just that the Tang family is not a family of generals, and there is no suitable boxing master, so he practiced the basics with the masters in the school, and learned a few moves from the Jianghu people in the market.

His martial arts are not outstanding, but he is better than ordinary people.But this time I was in a hurry, and my life potential was stimulated, but faster than before.

Chu Mo couldn't react in time, and reached out to stop him, but he saw a trail of smoke and dust left behind.I had no choice but to stomp my feet and quickly chased after him.But his footsteps, how could he catch up with Tang Ding, and he was several feet behind in catching up with all his strength.

When he got to Tang Yuanyao's side, Tang Ding didn't care to look at his sister, stood in front of her, and asked the standing woman: "What are you doing?"

He took a closer look and said coldly: "I don't know who it is, so it's you. What's the matter, is this bullying my sister without anyone to support her?"

Fang Jinshu was slightly taken aback, this is the garden of the inner house, how could Tang Ding appear here?Tang and Fang don't have much contact with each other, but they live in the same workshop, so they can always recognize each other.

"I..." Faced with his aggressive questioning, Fang Jinshu didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Brother..." Tang Yuanyao came to his senses, got up and grabbed Tang Ding's sleeve and shouted.

　The poem quoted in the article comes from Su Shi's "Three Poems of Red Plums. One", which was written after Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou when he read "Red Plums" by Shi Yannian, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty.

　　
　
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