C1 First Encounter with an Official

Born in an official family, my life is good, although to say that a woman is the only virtue, my father still let me read and write books.

Milkmaid said, Daddy really loves me, when I was young, Daddy loved to hug me.

However, after my sister was born, father never hugged me again. Growing slowly, I also know one thing, sister Yin Lixiang is the Yin family's most brilliant pearl. She had an outstanding appearance, a clever brain, and was able to read since she was three years old. She had both talent and beauty, shining brilliantly.

As for me, I was more than clumsy until I was five years old. I could only learn how to read, and what I learned was always inferior to my little sister, Pear Fragrance, who was three months younger than me. I admire her, but I have to work hard in the dark, and I still can't be as likeable as her.

Perhaps, the poems and paintings of beauties could be full of life and fragrance.

Ever since his sister was ten years old, endless people came to ask for his hand in marriage. Everyone wanted to marry this talented girl back to their home. Furthermore, father was a third rank official in the imperial court. Although his position in Qin Huai was not high, he did things fairly. As a pure official, he was also respected. Father did not place too much importance on fame and fortune. Although his position was only at the third-grade, he was still happy to take office in Qin Huai. I don't think my father's ambition is above the official struggle.

At first, I didn't understand. Later, my mother told String that my father promised my deceased mother that he would find a good marriage for me before we could have a marriage with Pear Fragrance.

Talking about my mother, is a household name of the courtesan Ni Jing, I'm afraid Qin Huai no one doesn't know. Those who had seen her before would never forget what sort of extraordinary beauty she possessed. It was said that she had shocked everyone into becoming an immortal. My father was a very handsome young man. He had married my mother, and the beautiful talk about talented people was even more interesting in Qin Huai. However, I can feel that there are some jokes in those words that don't make sense given my age. It's just that my mother didn't accompany me to grow up. When I was seven years old, she left the world without a care for anyone. When I was older, I knew that my mother's fame had spread far and wide. She had been to the capital, and she had even gone to the Great Liao.

As for me, not only did I not inherit my mother's peerless beauty, I also did not possess my father's handsome talent. I am not very eye-catching, with the pear incense standing together, even more overshadowed. People say that she doesn't look like her mother, just like her father. But I don't look like anyone. It's a bit strange. Some people say, I am not father Yin Qing's biological daughter, I just passed by as a joke. Why should I not believe those around me when I listen to rumors? The nurse told me that she was the one who delivered my baby.

It is true that she is lacking in talent and intelligence, so I am not jealous of her and do not feel inferior because of my sister's brilliance. She has her good demeanor, all Qin Huai people, no one does not know, I do not mind, I have my book of Yan Ruyu, painting the meaning of graceful.

One of the matchmakers said that my name was too vulgar and that I had offended some immortals of both east, south, west, and north, so that I could not get married. Father then changed my name to Ni Chu Xue. I don't know why Father changed my surname as well, but I like this character, Ni. It is a word that comes from the depths of my memories. This is Mother's surname. I do like it. He didn't do anything to me because of my mother's death, but he still made me do what I liked. The rich and powerful Yin family would never treat anyone from the Yin family unfairly. But it can only be material possession and freedom. What I want more is for my father to control me a bit more. That means he cares about my daughter.

When he was fifteen, Riko's < < Plum Blossom Snowy Sea Diagram > had become famous throughout Qin Huai, and its fame had spread far and wide. The rich and wealthy people who came to propose marriage were countless beyond measure. I'm still me, I haven't changed anything, I won't get any light because of my sister's reputation. Sadly, even if I changed my name, no one would ever mention marriage to me.

I was glad to be able to find my freedom under the cover of my sister's brilliance.

The nanny said that I was too kind and compassionate. In fact, she was too tactful with her words. All the girls in the mansion would directly say that the Eldest Miss was too stupid.

It's a pleasure to talk about what you like and what you like to tell others." What was the definition of beauty? Indeed, compared to the average woman, I was a head taller. My features were deep and flat, and only my eyes were alive with a faint, smiling glow. I don't have the soft beauty of a Qin Huai woman. The taller and thinner me is more like a man who doesn't like others.

"Aunt, Aunt."

Laughing lightly, I ruffled the hair on my forehead, put down the book in my hands and left. It was Yin Jing, a cute seven-year-old boy. Other than the pear fragrance, father's aunt did not have a son and a daughter. The elder cousin who came here to be adopted by her father, Yin Jing, was her second cousin. She was very attached to me, and I liked her very much.

"Why did Jing come alone to see my aunt today?"

He pouted unhappily and said, "Mother went to offer incense. Aunt, I want to go too. Aunt, take Jing there."

The little guy had a rather lonely expression. I can't stand to see a child disappointed the most. I generously said, "Alright, Aunt will bring you to eat malt candy." Since he was going out anyway, he might as well bring more people to accompany him. With him as a companion, it would be quite interesting. Today, he heard that by the Qin Huai River, there were some paintings that were sold, so he decided to take a look.

I like to see all kinds of different styles and painting, although the pear fragrance is more famous than those people, I don't think she is the best. Of course, I can't say it out loud, or she'll be angry. In my opinion, there are many types of painting, and there are also many types of painting skills. Some are exquisite, some are rough, some are gentle, and some are tough. Each family has their own strengths and weaknesses.

Some things required experience and vision. No matter how intelligent or talented Riko was, it was impossible for her to draw something like this.

I went to the back door and pulled Little Jing out. The guard didn't ask me where I was and when I would be back. My father didn't really care much about my life. I was very free and relaxed, trying to suppress some feelings that I might have missed. I don't care what other people say, a woman can't go out and let others see her, covering her face and so on. I am me, not someone else. I live my life, not someone else's life for me. I think that Daddy is busy, too busy to ask me about the things I often go out with. Actually, Daddy only needs to say a single word, then I won't go out.

I can recite every word I have said to my father in my sixteenth year. So, I still have something that I care about. I've been suppressing it, thinking about it in my heart.

Qin Huai's glory really made him speechless. Liu Rusi, He Shengxiang, the beautiful talk of many talented people and many beautiful women happened here.

Unfortunately, I've wandered around more than a hundred times, and I've never seen anything like this happen.

Of course, Qin Huai's brothel was extremely famous, and it became a kind of scenery. The women of the flower pavilion leaned on the railing, watching the flowers, playing the zither, and singing. Wonderful appearance, versatility, it is a kind of scenery in the eyes of tourists.

The silk bamboo along the river bank was filled with the joy of silk bamboo, and the laughter of the warbler's voice interweaved with each other, creating quite a lively scene.

With a faint smile, I took Little Jing's hand and led her to a secluded place where I could rest under a willow tree. Jing was by the river, watching the ducks play under the lotus leaves. He always liked to see these things, and I let him have his way, so every time he pulled me out and saw something he liked, he had to enjoy it before he left.

Qin Huai's days are like a fairyland, in my heart, is always the most beautiful, leisurely enough to squint to see the brilliance, smell the fragrance of the wind.

In the distance, who was the singing prostitute? The light singing was like an eagle's voice, sounding sorrowful. It isn't a pity that only singing doesn't make one feel happy. I reached my hand out to pluck the willow leaf, so as to let others hear her voice. Liu Ye pursed her lips and let out a long and light voice, which merged with the song. That song sounded even more wonderful. It was like a dragon getting its eyes focused, and immediately, it seemed to have its spirit activated.

The singing stopped, and the last of the voices also stopped from my lips.

Little Jingjing clapped happily and shouted, "Auntie, listen well to the sound of that. It's even better than singing."

It was a pleasure to be praised, even though she was a child. I chuckled. "Jing, this is just a voice."

"Aunt, little Jing has grown up. How about we marry her?" This way, Little Jing can hear Aunt's melody every day. No one knows that Aunt's melody is better than her singing. " He was very serious, not the least bit glib.

I couldn't help but laugh. "How can I do that? "When you get older, your aunt's white hair will grow out."

"Chaos." A cold snort of disdain.

I stood up and saw a tall man in white clothes. Before he could say anything, the man in white shrugged his shoulders and shook his head disdainfully. "I thought it would be some peerless beauty, but it turns out it's an ugly woman."

The light mocking voice made me feel uncomfortable.

He also dabbled in this aspect, and he could hear me singing more than the song, but the words made me sigh.

I can't agree with this man's thoughts. I admit that I am not beautiful, but to say that I am an ugly woman is a bit too much. This is the first time someone has spoken to me like this. Didn't he see that my hair was combed, or was it the hair of a girl? He lightly rebuked, "Impudent fellow, so it turns out that you are such a superficial person."

As he approached, I could see him more clearly. The man's eyes were dark, but they had an azure feeling, as deep as the ocean. His figure was tall and straight, like a pine tree standing on top of a cliff with its back to the moon. He wore a white robe, which was as white as the white clouds on a sunny day after the rain. There was a cold and impatient aura coming from him, and his thin lips were pursed, as if someone owed him something.