People who make cattle medicine all have rouge fine print, so it looks good. The father loves it and wants to live in the phoenix of Qingmen, while the clan despises its coldness and disdains the alliance, so it is not a word. The wife surnamed Wang is not good at teasing, but also talks about friends among women. One day, I was very surprised to see a young man wearing a skirt and hat. When a woman moves, she winks at her. The boy bowed down and went away.

It's gone, and women are still staring. Seeing what he meant, Wang jokingly said, "Only with a young lady's talent and looks can you be a man, so you have no regrets." The woman is dizzy, her upper cheek is red and her pulse is silent. Wang asked, "Do you know this Lang?" The woman said, "I don't know." He said, "This Nanfang is a scholar named Qiu Falcon, so he is his son.

I share the same room, so I know that men in the world are not gentle. Recently, my wife didn't bring clothes, so she wore plain clothes. Ma 'am, if you are interested, please send a message to make an appointment. "Woman speechless, Wang Xiaoxiao went away.

After a few days without spending, the woman suspected that Wang had not left, because the butler refused to bow down. Wandering in the city and gradually giving up eating; I miss you very much. I didn't sleep well. Wang Shi came to the province to study the cause of the disease. The woman said, "I don't know. However, after I left tomorrow, I gradually felt unhappy, so I extended my life and took a vacation. "

Wang Xiaoyu said, "My man hasn't come back since he sold it, and no one cares about Jiro. The fragrance is against the harmony. Is that so? " I have been a girl for a long time. Wang Xi said, "If that's the case, you're already ill, so why bother?" ? Shilling, why don't you come tonight? "The woman sighed and said," at this point, we can't be ashamed. If the canal is not too cold and cheap, it is to send ice and get well; If you settle the agreement privately, you can't break it! " Wang left with his head held high.

Vernacular translation:

A cow doctor named Bian in Dongchangfu has a daughter named Rouge. Rouge is smart and beautiful. Her father loves her very much and wants to betrothed her to a scholarly family, but those noble families think that Bian's family is of humble origin and refuse to marry his family. So Rouge grew up and never promised anyone.

Opposite Bian's house, his wife Wang is frivolous and playful, and she is a friend chatting in Rouge's boudoir. One day, Rouge sent Wang to the door and saw a young man passing by the door, wearing a white hat and graceful. Rouge moved her heart, and her beautiful eyes looked at him.

The young man bowed his head and hurried past. He walked away, rouge still looking at his back. Seeing her mind, Wang joked, "A smart and beautiful girl like her deserves this person, and she will be satisfied." Rouge's cheeks turned red and she didn't say a word shyly. Wang asked, "Do you know this young man?" Rouge said, "I don't know."

The king said, "This man is a scholar in southern Hunan, and his name is King of Hubei. His father is a juren, and he is dead. I used to be neighbors with his family, so I know him. Now he is dressed in white, because he has not taken off his mourning clothes since his wife died. If the girl is interested, I will send a letter asking him to find a matchmaker to say goodbye. " Rouge just didn't speak, and Wang left with a smile.

After several days, I haven't heard from Wang. Rouge suspects that Wang has no time to go to Eqiu Falcon. She also suspects that the descendants of other officials will not condescend. Think about it, I can't get rid of that person in my mind. I am very upset, and gradually I don't want to eat. I fell ill in bed and looked very tired.

It happened that Wang came to see her. Seeing that she was so ill, he asked the root of the disease. She replied, "I don't know myself. From the day I left you, I felt depressed, which led to this disease. Now I'm procrastinating, and it won't save my life sooner or later. "

Wang whispered, "My grandfather won't come back from a business trip, so no one takes the scholar. Isn't that why you are sick? " Rouge blushed and said nothing for a long time. Wang jokingly said, "If you get sick because of this, what are you worried about?" ? Ask him to come and get together at night first. Will he refuse? "

Rouge sighed, "at this point, it's too shameful. As long as he doesn't think my family is cheap, send a matchmaker immediately, and my illness will heal itself; If you secretly date, you must not! " Wang nodded and left.

Origin: Rouge comes from Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio by Pu Songling, a novelist in Qing Dynasty.

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Creative background:

Pu Songling was born in a scholarly family. In his early years, he also wanted to use the imperial examination to be an official. Unfortunately, he tried again and again and could only make a living by teaching. He has been interested in folk ghost stories since childhood. It is said that Pu Songling once opened a teahouse in front of his house in order to collect materials. People who come to drink tea can use a story instead of tea money.

Pu Songling collected a large number of bizarre stories in this way, and after finishing and processing, they were included in Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. According to the notes of the Qing Dynasty, "Three Borrowing Lu Bi Tan", Pu Songling spread a mat on the ground next to the avenue every morning and set up a yancha, waiting for passers-by to collect anecdotes. Every time I hear something, I whitewash it when I go home.

In the first year of Kangxi (1662), Pu Songling began to write stories about foxes and ghosts at the age of 22. In the spring of the eighteenth year of Kangxi, forty-year-old Pu Songling compiled the manuscript into a book Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio for the first time, with a preface in the south. Since then, it has been added frequently. It was not until around 239 and 46 years of Kangxi that there were several addenda in the book. The writing of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio lasted more than forty years, and Pu Songling devoted most of his energy.