In August, autumn has begun in the capital. In the morning, the weather is slightly cool. The osmanthus fragrance is wafting in the garden in Wuyou Hall.

At around 90 o'clock in the morning, Xiangling was writing in the small opening, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, her pen holder gently pressed against her fair jaw, and her expression was pondering.

“Geeh…”

A laugh suddenly came from behind. Xiangling turned around and saw Qingwen and Ruyi coming in from outside, followed by the little maid.

Ruyi smiled and said, "Sister Xiangling, are you writing poetry?" Ruyi grew older and looked more and more beautiful. She was also literate, but she did not have the talent of Xiangling to write poetry.

Qingwen pushed Ruyi with a smile and said, "Nonsense! In my opinion, she must be thinking about what the Third Master said yesterday. Maybe she would have to pester the Third Master to ask the Third Master's answer to the evening." Last night, the Third Master said Xiangling didn't understand the matter of Zhen's mansion.

Several little maids giggled.

When she joked with Qingwen, Xiangling smiled quietly, a little shy, and asked, "Why are you two following grandma?"

Everyone knows some things! The third master spoiled her and liked her temperament; she had the third master in her heart. However, she didn't think about the third master's words last night. She was counting the time: when will my mother arrive in the capital? It is autumn and it will be around mid-September.

She felt a little nervous. She was abducted by a child since she was a child. After suffering disasters, she went to the Jia Mansion and followed her grandmother to the third master's house. In this life, she would have to settle down and recognize her mother again, so that she would have no regrets.

I am sad that my parents are hardworking for me. How can I protect you without a father? How can I rely on you without a mother?

In the dark, tears of missing her relatives were dripping, but I was afraid that she would have more tears. When I met her mother, she was happy and sad, longing and confused.

Ruyi covered her mouth and chuckled, saying, "Grandma took Sister Ying'er to the garden early in the morning. Miss Shi said she wanted to write a poem and couplet. Send someone to invite you. Grandma, the girls are all in Zilingzhou now."

Xiangling talked to everyone and hurriedly headed towards Zilingzhou.

Looking at Xiangling's hurried back, Qingwen laughed. No one in the mansion would dislike Xiangling. However, she was in a sudden mood.

…

…

In the afternoon, Jia Huan taught the princes of King Wu Ning Cheng and King Yan Ning Xi of the King of Wu in the afternoon, and returned to the Jia Mansion. He reviewed the manuscripts at the Truth Daily Newspaper in the morning and taught students at the King of Wu in the afternoon. Because Concubine Zhou took good care of Yuanchun while pregnant, he also made great efforts to teach King Yan. If others respect you, you will also repay your kindness.

He used to teach casually. He allowed King Yan and Ning Cheng to read the scriptures clearly, understand the truth, and think independently. Now, he will teach them all kinds of things, and strive to have a skill and be able to make a living.

In early autumn, the autumn tiger is showing its might. At around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the sunset fell. Jia Huan felt a wave of heat as soon as he got off the carriage. As soon as he entered the yard, Zhang Sishui, who served as an aide, went back and forth: Jia Zheng's disciple, Fu Shi, came to visit.

"Ha, why is he here?" Jia Huan was a little surprised.

Mr. Zheng has been out for several years. He usually takes over a dozen guests and takes two or three to Fujian to relieve his boredom. The rest come and go freely in the Jia Mansion. Jia Huan will not kill Mr. Zheng’s servants in a trait.

He also asked Zhan Ziliang to teach Xichun to paint and cultivate Xichun's interests and hobbies. This is much better than Xichun's self-taught painting.

For example, Li Ping, ambassador of the Ministry of Works, Fu Shi, general magistrate of Shuntian Prefecture, and other disciples came to Rongguo Mansion. They were all treated by Jia Qiang and Jia Lian. Some things were basically gone. Jia Huan was basically gone. Fu Shi ran to Wuyou Hall to visit today, which was really strange.

Zhang Sishui smiled and scratched his head.

He did not work at the Truth Newspaper like Liu Yichen and Liu Guoshan, but stayed in the mansion to help Jia Huan manage his daily affairs. Although he was a good future when he went to the Truth Newspaper, Jia Huan also lacked help from him.

Jia Huan went to the middle of the front yard and met Fu Shi.

Fu Shi was in his thirties and was wearing a brown casual dress. When he saw Jia Huan come in, he quickly put down the tea bowl, stood up and bowed respectfully, saying, "I have met Brother Jia Shi below."

Jia Huan smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand to signal, "Don't be polite to you."

The servant came in to serve tea. Jia Huan drank a sip of tea and listened to Fu Shi's words, "Brother Jia Shi was in charge of the truth, why did he implement the one-whip method to eliminate public opinion obstacles? He has made great contributions to the country. We admire him so much. He will definitely be promoted soon..."

Fu Shi was attracted by the incest. Jia Huan knew his character very well, just listen to some words. Obviously, this is the "sequelae" of Jupiter Truth after opening up the situation in the capital. Fu Shi believed that he, the Hanlin who "stands aside" held power.

He reached out and didn't hit the smiley person. Jia Huan listened patiently for five minutes, said a few words to Fu Shi, and then served tea to see him off.

…

…

After dealing with the trivial matters, he had a drink with Zhang Sishui. Jia Huan returned to the backyard and felt relaxed. In fact, Punishment Fu Tong was obviously thinking too much. Now there are many people in the court who secretly called him "spoken". How could he be promoted?

Furthermore, he was only promoted to the sixth rank of Hanlin sergeant last year, and he has not been promoted to one term for three years. How can he be promoted to the Ministry of Personnel? It is a decoration for the Ministry of Personnel! Song Pu, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel..., hey! I guess he will have the heart to be dismissed from his official position.

The faint night is shrouded in the exquisite and elegant houses of Wuyou Hall. The dim light and shadow are like veils.

Jia Huan returned to the main courtyard. When he entered the door, he saw Qingwen alone in the room, lazily tilting on the soft couch, with needles and threads placed on the dark red high table in front of him. Looking at his expression, he seemed depressed.

Jia Huan laughed, "Qingwen, what's wrong with you? I'm sick, I'll send someone to invite the doctor." He walked to the soft couch and reached out to touch Qingwen's smooth forehead. The temperature was not hot.

Qingwen is already seventeen years old, and she is very beautiful, with a slightly round face, pretty eyebrows, and bright big eyes. She forms a beautiful face. The eyebrows and eyes look a bit like Daiyu. She is playful and charming. She and Xiangling, who are gentle and quiet, are completely different beauties.

Qingwen moved her eyelids flexibly and said with a funny look: "Third Master, I'm not sick. I'm sorry I'm tired and won't pour you tea. Grandma, Xiangling, Ruyi and others are going to have a meal in Xiaoxiang Pavilion today. Miss Lin is the host."

Qingwen was very casual in front of Jia Huan.

Seeing Qingwen's little lazy cat look, Jia Huan felt relieved, sat next to Qingwen, leaning back, the fragrance of the beauty wafted, and smiled and said, "I just ate the wine and came in. I'm not very thirsty. Have you had dinner?"

Qingwen said lazily: "I don't want to eat it. Third Master, should you ask Xiangling if she has eaten it? Hehe..."

Jia Huan smiled and said that if he didn't understand, his IQ would be problematic. He reached out and hugged Qingwen's slender waist, carried her into his arms and sat down, looking at her beautiful face with a close distance. In the dark light, it was as hazy as a painting and unspeakable beauty.

"Silly girl! When did you follow me? When did Xiangling come? Can we both never be together in our lives?" Jia Huan gently stroked Qingwen's white face and said softly.

He remembered that he first met Qingwen in the 8th year of Yongzhi. There were also a series of things later. He instigated Zheng’s father to beat him up. There were also every bit of it in Dongzhuang Town and Jiangnan.

Qingwen's pretty face suddenly turned red. On the one hand, it was Jia Huan's intimate actions, and on the other hand, it was her thoughts that Jia Huan was right.
Chapter completed!