Short stories about poetry (two)

1: The story of Li Qingzhao and his wife "betting on books and spilling tea"

The interesting life of Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng who bet on books and spilled tea. After tea and dinner, the two people found a book, opened a page, and asked each other what book, sentence or even page something something came from. The loser poured tea directly on his chest. The fragrance of tea accompanied by intimacy, Elegant but not vulgar. (Li Qingzhao, in her article "Afterword to "Inscriptions on Metal and Stone") recounted the scene of book gambling with her husband when she lived in the countryside after her marriage. The article said: "I remember that after every meal, I would sit in the Return Hall and cook tea, referring to the accumulation of books. In history, when someone says that something is in a certain book, a certain volume, a certain page, and a certain line, the winner is determined by whether he or she is drinking tea. He raised his cup and laughed until the tea fell into his arms, but he was not allowed to drink it. I am willing to stay in my hometown!")

Nalan Rongruo once used this phrase in "Huanxi Sha"

Na Lan Xingde

Who thinks of the west wind and the coolness alone, the rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows, meditating on the past and setting the setting sun.

Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.

Note: Her husband is an epigrapher.

2: The story of Ji Xiaolan’s birthday celebration couplet

Wang Hanlin of the Qianlong Dynasty of the Qing Dynasty celebrated his mother’s birthday and asked Ji Xiaolan to make an impromptu birthday greeting to cheer up. Lao Ji didn't refuse, and blurted out in front of a room full of guests: "This woman is not a human being." Upon hearing this, the old lady's face changed drastically, and Wang Hanlin was very embarrassed. Lao Ji calmly read out the second sentence: "Nine Heaven Fairies descend to the mortal world." The whole audience immediately became animated and praised each other, and the old lady also turned from anger to joy. Lao Ji then read the third sentence aloud: "Give a son to be a thief." All the guests became mute, and their joy turned into embarrassment. Lao Ji shouted the fourth sentence: "Steal the fairy peach and give it to my mother." Everyone cheered immediately.