Wearing Zan Hua (簪花, flower pins): in the Song Dynasty, a very characteristic decoration phenomenon of the times emerged, where men would put seasonal flowers or flower-like ornaments in their hair, sideburns, or on their crowns. It was not only a custom for men to wearing flower pins, but also a ritual system. Shen Congwen in “Ancient Chinese Costume Studies” mentioned that in the Song Dynasty, every time there was a ceremony, festival, or imperial trip, the officials and guards would wear flower pins.
Spring peach, summer lotus, autumn chrysanthemum, winter plum, the four seasons of the scene to wear on the temples. It was believed that the flower pins could be used for good fortune, expel diseases and ward off evil spirits, and were a symbol of good luck."
This is Yan Daifu. He’s super pissed off because the medicinal herbs in stock aren’t to his standard, and must send two servant girls to pick more. And if they don’t get what he wants and the quantity he’s asked for, they better not come back. Pffft, can’t get the staff* these days. At that exact same moment, in another universe far away, Xiao Xingchen hopes that the herbs, fungi, roots and berries he’s picked for dinner aren’t poisonous, for both he and A-Qing are blind and can’t tell the difference between poisonous and safe, and they have yet to adopt Xue Yang, who would probably let him go ahead and poison A-Qing anyway.
*Lets take a moment to appreciate the faces Dr Yan’s servant pulls behind his back.
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Wen Kexing looked at him. It was if he suddenly didn’t know where to start; after a long while, he finally began, “I…when I was ten or so years old, a half-grown child myself, I took A-Xiang in. I knew her father and mother–they had died, and she was too young then, swaddled in blankets. Her mother had hidden her somewhere; their enemies had not noticed her, and she managed to escape with her life.”
Cao Weining didn’t even dare to make a single noise, listening on with an expression near pious.
Wen Kexing continued, “She’s actually not my maidservant…although we address each other like master and servant, I have never treated that lass as an outsider–she is like my own little sister.”
He smiled, paused, then added, “If I were to feign some seniority–I watched her grow up, so she is a little like my daughter. The place we stayed in when we were younger is not somewhere meant for humans to live in. I was a child too and stumbled many times over the course of raising her. I burnt her mouth the first time I fed her congee–for A-Xiang to survive until now, it wasn’t easy on me, but in truth…it wasn’t easy on her too.”