Quick Wear Beauty

Chapter 1159: The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (End of the extra chapter)

Chapter 1159: The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (End of the extra chapter)

Ten years had passed in a flash, and Guo Youbai had already risen to the rank of Second Rank General for his impressive military exploits. When the eight tribes of the Western Regions invaded, she resolutely volunteered to lead the vanguard. Her 30,000 female soldiers were seasoned warriors, every bit as brave as their male counterparts.

Qingli is quite satisfied with the current situation. The restrictions on female households in the society have been reduced again and again, and many women now have more choices in life.

Furthermore, starting the year before last, women were also able to take the imperial examinations and serve in the imperial court. Female officials cherished this hard-earned opportunity, often working late into the night at their desks and daring to argue their case in the court.

In fact, the construction of women's academies and women's medical clinics was also supported by Emperor Zhao Jing and Empress Song Yanqiu. Qingli once discovered that during the Lantern Festival of the year of the emperor and empress's wedding, Zhao Jing disguised himself as a woman, wearing a red skirt and a veil, and went on an incognito visit, while the empress disguised herself as a man, wearing black.

At that time, Qingli and Wei Ying spotted the queen from afar through the crowd. Before they thought much about it, when the wind blew through the veil and briefly revealed Zhao Jing's face, they were both shocked.

They immediately avoided this couple with a story. After returning home, the couple discussed the impact of Zhao Jing's life as a princess before the age of seven on him, but they never mentioned it to anyone else.

Zhao Jing had been married for five years. He did not like the selection of concubines. There were five concubines in the palace, and now he only had the eldest princess Zhao Yining, who was born to the queen.

The Queen, Song Yanqiu, is Qingli's cousin and the granddaughter of Prime Minister Song's cousin. Song Yanqiu's mother, Guo Jingwei, is Guo Xuezhen's niece and Guo Youbai's cousin. She is the daughter of a general and, when she was young, she once disguised herself as a man and secretly went to the battlefield.

Growing up in such a family, Song Yanqiu was bold and careful, knowledgeable, and highly valued by Zhao Jing. Both the emperor and the empress agreed with the idea of ​​raising the status of women. Qingli chatted with the younger generations, and soon Wei Ying, Song Lingji, Cheng Ya, Shen Mingxu and his wife, Zhao Xuan, Guo Youbai, and the Jiayang Princess and her husband arrived. Because the two armies were about to march, Qingli hosted a small banquet, a kind of family feast.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the bright glow in Qingli's eyes. She gazed at the group of young men below, her lips curling up cheerfully. "At your age, the world is wide open. Dazhao still has a long way to go. It all depends on how you come up with something new."

As the words fell, the table erupted in choruses and laughter from the youngsters. The most outgoing of the Song twins immediately bowed, "Don't worry, Auntie. We'll show you what we can do in the future!"

Zhao Xuan drank his wine and joked, "Don't wait until the future, show your skills now to your uncles and aunts."

The twins shook their heads at the same time, saying that the time was not right, causing everyone to laugh.

Song Lingji and Cheng Ya looked at each other, and Cheng Ya smiled and said, "Then we elders will wait and see your future abilities." The twins winked and had rich expressions.

Cheng Ya acted like a loving mother, so Song Lingji naturally had to tighten their skin. He said, "I haven't seen your abilities yet, but the words you wrote in your self-criticisms look familiar. You really could change up the words."

Song Yunting complained: "Dad, you peeked! It was written for my aunt."

Song Lingji sneered: "If I hadn't seen it, how would I know that the last self-criticism you two wrote to your father and the one you submitted to your aunt this time only differed by a dozen words. You two are both like this, you two really have a good understanding of each other."

Song Yunxiu blushed with embarrassment, and Song Yunting was scratching his head. "Hasn't this already felt right?" As soon as he mentioned self-criticism, he just copied what he had done last time.

Unfortunately, Song Yunyuan, the eldest brother, said, "So my method is better. Copy the book a hundred times to prevent them from taking shortcuts."

"Yes, yes, big brother is really awesome. Next time, punish us by making us copy books."

Wei Jinhua, the little girl, said, "Come on, big brother, you don't know that in order to finish copying quickly, they can already copy with both hands and feet at the same time. Last time we went to the Song family, they wanted me to help them copy, but I refused."

Wei Jinhua could easily imitate a person's handwriting. A few years ago, she was soft-hearted and moved by the twins' tears, so she helped them copy books. Later... she didn't punch them when they asked her to copy, because she was kind-hearted.

Guo Youbai didn't like reading or copying books, so when he heard that his twin brothers could do the same, he exclaimed, "Wow, that's amazing! With this kind of perseverance, you can succeed in anything you do!"

Guo Youbai's praise made the twins smile again.

The atmosphere at the table was relaxed and cheerful. Qingli picked up the teacup, and the tea mist curled over her eyebrows. She had both the gentleness of having experienced the vicissitudes of life and the sharpness that had not changed.

The moonlight outside the window was just right, shining on the straight backs of these young men, and also falling on the strand of hair on her temples that was quietly blown by the wind, as if the bustle and expectations in this room would all drift towards the distant future with this moonlight.

When her left hand was held by the rough hands, Qingli gently returned the grip. The moment their palms touched, the rough lines rubbed against her delicate skin, which was more real than any oath.

There is still a long way to go, and this handshake is a promise to walk together for the rest of our lives.