221 “Drunken Bones (Guyan 1v1 High H)” Fanhua Villa Extra – Red Note

The mountain breeze is getting warmer, the red lights under the eaves are starting to light up, the snow on the distant mountains has not yet melted, the winter plum blossoms in the flower forest are gradually fading, but there are new buds sprouting, quietly welcoming the spring.The smoke from the kitchen is curling up, the fragrance of spring buds is blowing in the wind, and the Flower Villa is filled with a lively atmosphere as the New Year approaches.

During this trip out of the palace, Xie Ciyan had no intention of going back too soon, so he simply decided to stay at the villa for the New Year, and then return to Beijing after the New Year.

Yan Zhaozhao was so happy after hearing this that she wiped away all her laziness in the winter. She dragged Bi Luo out of the Dongnuan Pavilion almost every day, and even asked the guards and maids specifically to find out how the common people celebrated the New Year.It is rare to be in such an informal world, so I want to try the flavor of the New Year with fireworks, instead of sitting in the palace in gorgeous clothes and watching the boring dancers perform every year. Even the delicacies on the table have a chill.

Spring is quietly sprouting deep in the small garden, and flowers are blooming in scattered colors, as colorful as the clouds.Where the flower branches hang low, you can already smell the refreshing fragrance, floating in the wind like snow and smoke.The peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the pale pink flowers of the trees are trembling gently on the branches, as if the entire sky is dyed with soft clouds. When the wind passes, countless petals rustle down like rain and waterfalls.

Beside a stone table, Yan Zhaozhao and Bi Luo were writing Spring Festival couplets on red paper one after another, as if they were going to cover the whole villa with the joy written by their own hands.Xie Ciyan rolled up his sleeves, held the ink stick on his fingertips and ground it carefully in the inkstone. When he looked sideways at her, his tone was slow and leisurely, but there was clear teasing and doting hidden in it.”The word “Madam” was written…” He paused, raised his thin lips, and seemed to be smiling, “It’s really a wonderful pen. The brushstrokes have the elegance of a daughter’s family, but also a bit of informality and wantonness.”

The petals fell on the vermilion Spring Festival couplet paper, stained with a few shallow wet marks, but they did not look messy, but looked like a free and unrestrained spring painting with splashes of ink.In the whirling shadows of the branches, mottled light and shadow fall between the tables, making the world more elegant and lively, like entering a picture scroll.

Not far from her, a frivolous “Tsk” suddenly came from her side. Yan Zhaozhao turned her head and saw Huo Sui with his arms folded across his chest, his brows slightly raised, his fingers lazily holding his chin, staring at the Spring Festival couplets in Bi Luo’s hand with a pretentious look, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.

He bent over the table, so close that he almost touched the side of her face, and joked in a low voice: “The word “Luoluo” is written so well, are you sure it will be posted in our house? I have to admire it every day when I see it…” The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, “This is a stunning work.”

Bi Luo was stunned, a blush suddenly appeared on the tips of her ears, and even her fair cheeks were quietly stained with a blush.She bit her lip, pretended to be calm and threw the Spring Festival couplets aside, but her voice became softer, “What nonsense are you talking about!”

Huo Sui picked up the piece of red paper with his fingertips, and moved it as if he were holding some priceless treasure. He didn’t forget to smile at her when he stuffed it into his arms, and said in a lazy and ruthless tone, “Thank you, madam, for the treasure. I will treasure it well.”

Xie Ciyan was studying ink for Yan Zhaozhao. When he heard this, he raised his eyebrows, looked up at him, and spoke quietly.”General Huo is willing to abandon the treasure in front of him like a worn-out shoe, but instead holds a Spring Festival couplet as a treasure. It is too shameless.”

“Oh?” Huo Sui raised his eyebrows lazily, and somehow heard a hint of provocation in his words. He said softly, “I really can’t tell you have such a look in your eyes.”

Xie Ciyan snorted lightly and picked up the Spring Festival couplet Yan Zhaozhao had just written. His movements were as light as if he were holding some unique masterpiece. His tone was neither urgent nor slow, but there was a hint of pride, “The words are just like the person, the grace is graceful, and the writing is beautiful. But…it is not astonishing as I was to the person who wrote it.”

Huo Sui said “yo” when he heard this and raised his eyebrows, “Really? Then I wonder who can be better than you?”

The two people’s eyes collided, their eyes narrowed slightly, and the familiar hint of provocation appeared in each other’s eyes, which fleetingly disappeared.Xie Ciyan put down the ink stick neatly and neatly, picked up the wolf hair resting on one side and twirled it beautifully between his fingers.”In that case, Mr. Huo, give it a try?”

Huo Sui was not convinced, so he sneered, rolled up his sleeves and sat on the other side, winking at Bi Luo, his tone was like a dandy fighting for things on the street, “Mrs. Lao, please lend me a pen.” He leaned over and got closer., directly picked up the wolf hair that Bi Luo had not put down in his hand, and raised his eyebrows at Xie Ciyan with a smile but not a smile, “If I win, I will ask you to post the Spring Festival couplets I wrote on the door of Dongnuan Pavilion.”

Xie Ciyan just snorted coldly and picked up a blank red paper, “You’d better prepare the door of your Xinuang Pavilion first.”

Seeing that they couldn’t agree with each other but started to argue among themselves, Yan Zhaozhao and Bi Luo looked at each other and smiled. They both saw helpless looks in each other’s eyes, but they had no choice but to let it go.

There was a spread of red paper in front of the case, and Xie Ciyan was writing with pen and ink. His hand was wildly cursive and he wrote vigorously, like thunder breaking through the sky, all in one breath.After he finished writing, he looked up at Huo Sui, his smile showing a little gentleness, but also a bit of provocation, “This is wild grass.” He placed the newly written Spring Festival couplets in the middle, his eyebrows were flying, his expression was content, as if he was sure of victory.

Huo Sui just glanced at it casually, and gave a cold look as if he was looking down on him. He raised the pen with a straight regular script in one hand. When he finished the pen, he deliberately dragged the last horizontal stroke to an extremely long length, as if he was competing to see who had more aura. At the end, he said, “Compared with such ghostly drawings, my serious regular script is better.”

Xie Ciyan’s hand holding the pen paused slightly, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile, but there was no smile at all. “Speaking of ghost-drawing talismans, I really should look through the memorial you presented.” He straightened his sleeves, raised his eyes to look at Huo Sui, and said in a neither light nor serious tone, “If you want to talk about handwriting scrawled like ghost-drawing talismans, General Huo should be among the best.”

Huo Sui immediately hit back, “If you have the guts, don’t stop writing in cursive. I’ll see if you can write a hundred of them exactly the same!”

Yan Zhaozhao and Bi Luo watched the two of them write Spring Festival couplets one by one. The pile of red paper on the table was faster than the snow.Not to mention that one is a noble emperor and the other is a famous general who governs the country. The two are already fathers. At this moment, they are like young men who insist on winning or losing. They can write energetically and fight seriously. Even when they run out of pen and ink, they can make each other blush.

“There’s no more ink, go and grind it.”

“You have the ink stick there, why do you want me to grind it?”

The two of them looked at each other and pushed each other, and handed the Spring Festival couplets filled with words to their respective wives, “Can you please take a look, madam, which one is suitable to be posted in the Xinuan Pavilion?”

Huo Sui on the side was not happy, and asked Bi Luo to pick a piece with the most ugly writing and paste it on the door of Dongnuan Pavilion to suppress it, “Luoluo, you can also choose. I guarantee that those monsters and ghosts will never dare to take a step near Dongnuan Pavilion after posting it.”

Yan Zhaozhao and Bi Luo, who were involved in the struggle between their men, met their eyes again, “…”

Yan Zhaozhao really had no choice but to sigh, and simply took away the Spring Festival couplets from the hands of the two people in front of him, swept the two people’s words together as if by accident, and put them together in one place.

Seeing this, Xie Ciyan raised his eyebrows slightly, “Won’t Zhao Zhao choose?”

Yan Zhaozhao raised her eyes and smiled, with a hint of mischief in her eyes, “What to choose? You two were writing with great interest, so Biluo and I simply stopped writing. As for the Spring Festival couplets, I’ll just use yours to write them.”

When the man heard the words, he didn’t feel anything wrong. Instead, he looked like he was taking advantage of it. The corners of his lips raised uncontrollably, as if he had forgotten all about the competition with Huo Sui just now. All he could think about was that his beloved wanted to post the Spring Festival couplets written by him all over the villa.

She spread the stack of red paper in the palm of her hand and counted it carefully, “Look, you two wrote more than forty pieces in total, including Dongnuan Pavilion, Xinuan Pavilion, front hall, side courtyard, back corridor, corridor pillars, wellhead, woodshed – enough to cover three floors under the eaves of Biluo and I.”

When Xie Ciyan heard this, his expression became even more composed, and his body straightened up a bit. He cast a fleeting glance at Huo Shui, who was standing still, as if silently telling him that his wife was going to use the Spring Festival couplets written by him to be posted everywhere in the villa.

When Huo Sui saw this gesture, he was not convinced. He immediately reached out and took Biluo over, gently lifted her chin with his fingertips, and said in a joking tone, “It’s not just his, right? Luoluo, but also mine.” He met Xie Ciyan’s eyes intentionally or unintentionally, “My general’s pen and ink are rare in the world, and maybe they are worth thousands of gold if sold.”

Bi Luo glanced at him and said, “Then our merits are considered to be complete, and we don’t have to continue writing hard with ink and inkstones.”

Yan Zhaozhao nodded in agreement, picked up the pile of “trophies”, and handed it to the maid with a smile, “Go and pick, there are good-looking ones on sticky notes, and bad ones…just hide them quietly, don’t let people laugh at us. The Chinese New Year characters in our Villa are written like ghost symbols.”

He thanked Ciyan for his forehead, put his hand on her slender waist unwilling to be outdone, and whispered: “That crazy grass is the work of everyone I learned from everyone. It will not look like a ghost drawing a talisman. Madam, you can rest assured to stick it in the most eye-catching place, so that the passing birds will stop for it.”

“Okay.” Yan Zhaozhao pretended to think seriously for a moment, “Then I will hang yours at the entrance of the woodshed, so that the guards, maids, and even the boys who are lighting the fire can appreciate the authentic work of our wise Emperor Shenwu who learned from everyone every day.”

“…” Xie Ciyan paused slightly, his face turning slightly unnaturally red, but in the end he still let her go.

Huo Sui rare saw that he was embarrassed, so he smiled wildly and cheerfully, “Oh, thank you very much Ci Yan…” His eyes wandered up and down for a while, “It’s also today!”

Xie Ciyan raised his eyebrows and countered, “Put yours on the toilet door to suppress evil and eliminate filth.”

At this time, not only Yan Zhaozhao, but also Bi Luo couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Thinking of saving some face for her husband, she hurriedly picked up a piece of red paper and covered half of her face, but her eyes were still smiling like crescent moons.

In the small garden, a corner of the red paper was gently lifted in the wind, flying and falling, as if it was tainted with the joy and laughter of the world.The peach blossoms are falling and the fragrant breeze is floating, bringing with it the noisy atmosphere of the approaching New Year.

Come to think of it, this year——

It’s going to be a great year.

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The next few chapters are all daily chapters~

This is probably how it will continue to be sweet~

There are still 4 additional chapters that will be officially completed.

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