Chapter 1283 Willing to be an ugly girl 10
If you eat less, you can only reduce the amount of activity. After eating, you will either sit or lie down.
Finally staying up until night, I fell asleep half-starved.
The next day, after one meal in the morning, I returned to the original amount. A small bowl of rice porridge may seem like a lot, but it's actually just dishes and nothing.
Xining was a little annoyed and poured the bowl of porridge directly into his mouth and drank it in a few mouthfuls.
Aling was so frightened that she reminded her: "Miss, be careful of choking and eat slowly."
Can you still choke on just two or three mouthfuls of this stuff?
Xining put down the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and found that he couldn't eat anything. Pickled radish slices, only about two tablespoons of natto, and a small piece of pickled fish.
This pickled fish is not delicious at all, and it is so small.
Xining was so angry that he put down his chopsticks: "I won't eat."
When A Ling heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief and asked Xia Shu to pick up the low table and send it back to the kitchen. Her mouth was full of joy: "Great, the lady is finally better. The way she looked yesterday was like a hungry ghost possessing her, scaring the slave to death. ”
After saying that, I felt that I had said something wrong. When I saw the young lady looking at her coldly, I quickly changed my words: "No, no, that's not what I meant. The young lady just fainted for a day and was starved. She should eat more."
Hehe, eating less is normal, eating too much is a problem. So drunk!
In the next free time, young ladies from wealthy families would enjoy flowers and gather together to discuss poetry. Most of the time, I am either so hungry that I can only lie down or read a book.
It's not the cherry blossom season yet, but there are a few cherry blossoms in the yard, and looking at the buds has been a matter of the past few days.
There was really nothing to do while lying down, and I couldn't think of any good way to stop my face from turning into a female ghost.
Then read a book, knowledge is power, at least it can pass the time.
Paper nowadays is so expensive. Among the various technologies learned from great countries was papermaking. But paper is still extremely expensive and not affordable for ordinary people.
Think about it, Murasaki Shikibu also needs to work in the palace in order to write a book, and you can know it with the help of Fujiwara Michinaga.
The Fujiwara family, like other noble families, is arty and has its own study. But even a wealthy family owns less than half of the books of an ordinary scholarly family in a big country. Most of them are Tang poetry, the Book of Songs, and Japanese songs.
A woman who is familiar with Japanese poetry is a talented woman. If she can read Han and Tang poems and ancient books, she is even more talented among talented women. The competition of talent and learning between noble ladies is no worse than that of men.
Murasaki Shikibu said a lot of things like "Although Seishonagon is smart and writes kanji randomly, his knowledge is not mature enough", none of which was good.
If you want to have a good reputation among aristocratic women, you must not only behave gracefully and eat less, but also have a certain knowledge of literature... Xining finds it funny that the average age of aristocratic women is less than thirty years old. What are you doing? Are you having a convulsion? But this nation just likes this. It blooms brightly like cherry blossoms and then dies immediately. It is like mourning and moaning a few times even if it is not sick. I spend all day copying other people's words, imitating them in a simple and complicated manner.
There were two books in the body master's room, and A Ling fetched them.
Xining flipped through it and found it was a poem by Bai Juyi. Because Murasaki Shikibu wrote a book and was good at Bai Juyi's poems, the noble ladies imitated him and memorized them hard.
She put it aside impatiently, what a hell place it was. Even in a large country with very strict rules, there are still picture books for sale that talk about romantic affairs and interesting gossip.
Seeing that she was dissatisfied, A Ling quickly said: "How about I go get other books?"
Xining said lazily: "Take "Japanese Chronicle" and read it."
A Ling was stunned for a moment, then she saluted and said "yes" softly, and then ran all the way to Mrs. Akiko's place with small steps.
After an hour, the two male servants finally brought the books and placed them in a small pile next to them. The entire book "Nihonki" is written in Chinese characters and adopts a chronological style. It has thirty volumes in total and one volume of genealogy. Most of them borrow words from Chinese classics to describe the history and inheritance from the age of God to the era of Emperor Jito.
I picked up the first one and started reading it, just to pass the time.
After a while, Michio Fujiwara came over and watched her leaning on the pillow and flipping through the book.
Xining could only salute and sit on his knees.
Nozomi Fujiwara saw the book lying next to him: "Can you understand this book?"
This is entirely in Chinese. In order to show the high level of literature, the vocabulary used is extremely gorgeous. If you say something ugly, if you can add difficult and obscure words, then never leave it alone.
Of course, I can't say that I can understand it. There is no dictionary now, and some words are still unrecognizable even with everyone's literacy accumulation in previous missions.
Xining said softly: "I can understand 70%."
"Seventy percent?" Nozomi Fujiwara picked up the book and handed it to her: "Read a passage and listen."
Every son and daughter of the Fujiwara family has a teacher to teach him, and the master of the body also has several teachers, including some who teach Chinese.
Xining picked up the book, selected a paragraph that was not too complicated, and started reading it in Chinese.
Also note that people here have a rather hard pronunciation and read the text with a stiff tongue. So tiring!
After reading a few paragraphs, Xining put down the book and saluted: "My daughter is not talented, which makes her father laugh."
Noble Priest Fujiwara shed tears secretly. How could she be untalented? She is simply a talented woman! Even the doctor of literature in the palace and the Great Foreign Chronicles may not be able to understand even 70% of this book. But the fifth daughter is only nine years old, which is a big deal!
The five girls should have been allowed to enter the palace. It is too late to regret now.
Looking at Michichi Fujiwara's face covered in white powder, he looked constipated. Xining seemed to know something, and suddenly had an idea, maybe this would work!
She said slowly: "Father does not need to worry about his daughter not being able to enter the palace. Although her daughter feels unhappy, she is his sister after all. But at home, her daughter cannot stay any longer, and staying there will also make her mother worried. My daughter wants to go out of the city. I live alone in Zhuangzi, please ask my father for permission.”
Mr. Fujiwara was stunned. Only children who made mistakes would be sent to Zhuangzi to think about their mistakes behind closed doors. So he said: "Your Majesty, you don't have to be like this. If you go to live in Zhuangzi, your mother will miss you even more. When people talk about it, they will think that we are criticizing you."
Xining pursed his lips with a smile. He really didn't like that in this era, he had to smile when speaking, as if he was wearing a mask: "How could it be so? My daughter read this book today and thought it was very good. She wanted to go and study behind closed doors. This book. And at this time, no matter how she behaves, she will be criticized. It is better to go to the village and not be stared at. After all, there are many things going on, and the father cannot be distracted by this." >
Anyway, she can't stand the food here anymore, and she will starve to death if she goes down here.
Fujiwara Michinaga thought for a while, and it was indeed true. Mrs. Akiko had been very angry these days. She was stabbed in the heart because her daughter did not enter the palace and her younger son recognized someone else as his mother.
He didn't dare to go last night or today. It was Mrs. Mingzi who sent someone to tell him that Zunzi was reading a book, so he came over to take a look.
If the Master is gone and others ask him about it, it is indeed a good reason to say that he went to the village to study further. The prince was still young, and Xizi used to be just a playmate. And in the past, talented women had their eyes fixed on the position of the middle palace?
Even if everyone knows that the daughter of the Fujiwara family used to keep an eye on the position of the middle palace, there is still a layer of veil.
(End of chapter)