In May of the fourth year of Liang Xian, late spring slowly arrived, and the plum rain came belatedly. The night sky was rich in ink, and a loud cry came from the silver drizzle, as loud and full of life as a missing thunder point on a rainy night.
When the official daughter of the imperial censor was born, the old general was so happy that he personally named and named his granddaughter. Chengnuo, whose nickname is Wuyun, and whose nickname is Tuantuan.
On the day of Zhou's arrest, King Nanheng, the protector of the country who was the old general's colleague, came to ask for wine and food from his old friend. The two old men were having an argument, and neither of them was paying attention. Cheng Nuo stared at the furry ball on his head, stepped on the beige cashmere blanket on the ground with his bare feet, stumbled step by step, and reached the feet of the child in blue at the door.
The boy is the most beloved grandson of King Nan Heng, named Nan Ke. He was only four years old at the time, but his facial features were already beginning to show refinement. He looks like King Nanheng, but he is still young and lacks majesty.
The little baby in front of him hugged his legs and was not afraid of danger. He raised his head and stared at Nanke with a pair of clear eyes without blinking. Nanke's heart softened when she saw him, and he just wanted to pick her up.
Xiaotuanzi lowered his head and gently tugged on the corner of his clothes. Nanke bent down, but unexpectedly, the little baby suddenly hugged his hand and pulled hard, as if trying to suck milk.
Nanke was defenseless and crawled in front of Chengnuo on his knees. The little baby grabbed his collar and climbed onto his back, giggling non-stop. There was silence in the courtyard. I don't know who said something, but it was just a childhood sweetheart riding a bamboo horse, and everyone laughed.
Since then, a limerick has been recited in the streets and alleys:
"The censor sat in front of the censor's door, and the generals and generals laughed. The left side came in a hurry, the right side was happy. The green plums rode on the bamboo horses, and the green plums fell around the bed."
Purpose: Seeking death is not liberation. I want to create a stable life for the people in this turbulent mountain and river.