Come out of the warm flower hall, and the New Year's Eve banquet ends with twists and turns. Jia Huan breathes a long sigh in his heart.

He never expected that the first time he attracted everyone's attention in the Jia Mansion was because of his "mistake" in copying a poem.

Who would have expected that there would be no Northern Song Dynasty or Su Dongpo, so what would be the history in this world like?

This is really unexpected and ridiculous!

The cold wind blew on the face in the night. Jia Huan and Jia Lan walked side by side on the quiet corridor, and Su Yun walked in front with two food boxes and palace lanterns.

Suyun is a 15 or 16-year-old maid with a tall body, about 160 people, wearing a black cloak, and said with a smile: "San Master, congratulations on getting the prize of my ancestors tonight."

Just now, Li Wan personally prepared packaging vegetables for Jia Huan and Jia Lan, which showed her kindness to Jia Huan. Of course, she would obey her mistress's meaning. After tonight, Jia Huan's status in the Jia Mansion will probably rise.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Sister Suyun, thank you!" It was not the result he wanted to show off. Fortunately, he made timely remedies. Jia Mu's words "good kid" made him relieved. Otherwise, he would have recorded a note in the hearts of Jia Mu, Mrs. Wang and others, and his life in the Jia Mansion would be difficult in the future.

"You're welcome!" Su Yun covered her mouth and smirked, her voice clear. The Third Master is really steady.

Jia Lan said enviously: "Uncle San, I can't write such a good poem as you! You are so amazing." If he could make a name for himself as good as Uncle San tonight, he would definitely make his mother happy.

Jia Huan patted Jia Huan on the shoulder and comforted him: "Lan Ge'er, today I value articles, why should I talk about the Han and Tang dynasties? Articles are the thoroughfares that are rising to the sky."

Jia Lan's behavior looked like a little adult, but her thinking pattern was no different from Xiao Zhengtai. After hearing Jia Huan's words, he nodded convincingly.

After walking for more than twenty minutes, they arrived at Jia Huan's residence, Jia Lan and Suyun said goodbye and returned to Li Wan's yard.

Ruyi, who came out to meet, helped Jia Huan carry the food box, followed behind Jia Huan, and asked curiously: "Third Master, what is this?"

"The butter, loose and crispy crumbs that were packed at the banquet. Leave two for my mother to send. You can share the rest yourself."

Jia Huan said as he walked towards the inner room. The excited laughter of Ruyi and the little maids came from behind him. He smiled and shook his head, sat at the desk in a relaxed mood, thinking about the impact of his popularity tonight.

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The New Year's Eve banquet in the Jia Mansion Flower Hall did not last until very late. Jia Mu was old and was in poor spirits. And Jia Baoyu, Daiyu and others were still young, and they were at the age of greed and impoverished.

Mrs. Wang, Wang Xifeng, Ping'er, Li Wan and others and a maid, the mother-in-law broke up.

Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu lived in the outer room of the Bisha Cabinet in Jia Mu's upper room, living in the same room. They returned to the room with Xiren and Zijuan.

While the maids called the wash water, Jia Baoyu looked at Daiyu's beautiful and frowned face and asked, "Sister, how do you think of Brother Huan's poem today?"

Lin Daiyu sat on the soft pier and whispered: "It's great."

Jia Baoyu nodded in agreement and said, "Then let's go and ask him how he came up with this poem tomorrow!" He also wanted to look up to Jia Huan now.

Lin Daiyu covered her mouth and chuckled, with a pleasant charm, "I just asked him to study in the first month of the year. You are excited to come to the door. If someone tells my uncle, you have to eat the first place."

"Ah!" Jia Baoyu suddenly touched his head.

Lin Daiyu said: "Let's go and ask together after the first month of the year. There is no need to worry about this time."

"Just say it's OK," Jia Baoyu said with a smile. He naturally took Lin Meimei's opinion as the basis.

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After Wang Xifeng arranged for the maids and the mothers to remove the banquet in the flower hall, she brought a few close maids and servants to Mrs. Wang's east cross courtyard.

Caixia was guarding the door. Seeing Wang Xifeng asking, she said, "Go back to second grandma, the master is in Aunt Zhao's house tonight. The wife hasn't rested yet."

Wang Xifeng entered the house with a smile. The maids and servants were waiting outside the door.

The night light was bright, and Mrs. Wang was still sitting on the chair in the room chanting Buddha's name, counting the sandal beads in her hand one by one. Seeing Wang Xifeng come in, she nodded gently.

Wang Xifeng chuckled and said, "Brother Huan is so angry that he knows to ask for a maid in the house."

Mrs. Wang smiled and kind-heartedly, "Isn't this good? There is also such a routine in the mansion."

Wang Xifeng knew his attitude towards Mrs. Wang. Jia Huan was not worth worrying about. His wife did not take him to heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Xifeng took the initiative to say, "I asked Yuanyang about his words and would probably assign a slightly better second-class maid to him."

Mrs. Wang nodded indescribable way.

After joking for a few words, Wang Xifeng said goodbye and left. When she returned to her residence, Jia Lian had not come back yet. The maid replied that she was in Gaole, Dongfu.

Wang Xifeng sat tiredly on the kang, reached out to take off her clothes, and spat in dissatisfaction, "Bah, a shameless thing. I have to go to the East Mansion to drink Gaole on New Year's Eve. God knows what kind of tricks are?"

Ping'er brought Wang Xifeng hot water to wash his face, handed a towel to Sister Feng, and asked, "Grandma, what kind of treatment strategy does Brother Huan'er have?"

Wang Xifeng picked up a towel and applied it to her face. She just responded slowly in the flower hall than Mrs. Wang. After Jia Huan said the request, she was still chasing her hard. She should have thought: How great is Jia Huan, who knew at a young age, could have wanted a woman?

"Ha, the second master said he was famous, but I don't know if that poem can become famous! The old lady rewarded him today. I won't join in the fun. The daily life is still the same. Put enough money in his and Aunt Zhao's house."

At this time, Wang Xifeng had already deducted the maid's monthly money in the Jia Mansion as the principal for depositing the seal money. A vulnerable group like Jia Huan and Aunt Zhao naturally belonged to the priority deduction.

Ping'er responded.

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In the first month of the year, the Jia family was very lively. Even though the Rongguo Mansion was just a middle-class family in the Zhou Dynasty, the people who were in exchange for the New Year were all dignitaries and carriages were endless.

Of course, this kind of excitement has nothing to do with Jia Huan.

There are two reasons. First, he is a concubine's son. Jia Zheng wants to support Baoyu. When meeting guests, he will basically ask Baoyu to accompany the guests. This is a connection resource. Second, Jia Huan is underage and does not need to do the job of welcoming guests.

On the first day of the first lunar month, Jia Huan and Jia Lan walked around Ningguo Mansion and Rongguo Mansion together as usual, and paid New Year's money to the elders and came back after paying New Year's money.

Jia Zheng had a first statement on New Year's Eve and ordered Jia Huan to study in a closed door. Jia Huan would not be able to leave the Jia Mansion throughout the first month.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, the weather is rare to clear. The sun is shining. The heavy snow on the second lunar month has melted in the corner.

Jia Huan's residence is a three-bedroom, half-old green tiled house. One is the living room, the other is the bedroom and study room, and the other is the maids' residence.

Jia Huan was basking in the sun in the open space outside the living room, holding a copy of "The Brief History of Twenty-Three Histories" borrowed from Jia Lan's home in his hand. He said he was studying behind closed doors, but in fact, his life was very leisurely. On New Year's Eve, he made a mistake in the dynasty and was still thinking about this matter. Two days ago, he asked his maid to go to Jia Lan's home to borrow this book.

This is the effect of a good poem on New Year's Eve. Li Wan also passed on a message and could borrow it if you want to read a book in the future.

Ruyi, wearing a green flower jacket, sat aside to do needlework. A few little maids in the yard, Xiao Jixiang and two little maids in Jia Huan's room were dancing on the square and playing. They were chirping, like happy little birds.

Jia Huan is now in the Jia family, and some little maids come to play, unlike before. As for, Xiao Jixiang got a full 500-month money yesterday and was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He came over in the morning and wanted Jia Huan to come back with snacks next time when he went out.

"San Master, what kind of sister do you think our ancestors would point to the house?"

Jia Huan looked at history and heard Ruyi's timid voice in his ears. He smiled and looked at the little girl sitting on the stool, "Ruyi, I'm helping you find a helper to carry water. Don't listen to the people in the mansion gossip."

He also wanted to know what kind of maids Jia Mu would assign to come. This was the "profit" he got from the limelight on New Year's Eve.

He could understand Ruyi's concerns. Now the Jia family is saying that he wants to take over the people in the house. Ruyi is worried that it will be difficult for the maid to get along with.

Ruyi held the needle and thread and chuckled.

Jia Huan could hear her ridicule, and smiled and shook his head, "Little Girl Movie." He got up and went back to the bedroom, sat at the desk and thought. The little maids jumped around happily at the door, which would affect his thoughts.

History broke out during the Five Dynasties. Chai Rong, the overlord of the Central Plains of the Central Plains during the Five Dynasties, did not die young, and fought south and north to unify the whole country. Zhao Kuangyin, the Taizu of the Northern Song Dynasty, was a good minister of the Later Zhou Dynasty from beginning to end.

Twenty years after the Later Zhou Dynasty was destroyed by the Jurchens' Jin Kingdom, Zhao Gou, the 23rd generation grandson of the Duke of Song, usurped the throne in Lin'an, which was the Song Dynasty. Because he lost his northern territory, he only occupied Jiangnan and Sichuan, and was called the Southern Song Dynasty. The Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed by Yuan Dynasty. The Ming Taizu expelled the Tartar slaves and restored the Han Dynasty's clothes.

Now the Zhou Dynasty that inherited the Ming Dynasty included the Western Zhou Dynasty in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and the Later Zhou Dynasty ended the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. Therefore, it was called the Ningzhou Dynasty, imitating the Southern and Northern Dynasties and the Northern and Southern Dynasties. It was officially called the Emperor Zhou.

Understanding the historical facts made Jia Huan sigh. This is really a mess of history!

There was no Northern Song Dynasty in history, and Su Shi did not mention it. God knows what it means to name Jia Zheng’s study "Mengpozhai"?

Just as Jia Huan was thinking, he saw Ruyi pick up the curtain and walk in quickly, "Third Master, Sister Yuanyang next to the old lady is here." He smiled and said, "The sister who came into the house is here, too. She brings her luggage."

"Oh." Jia Huan walked out from behind the desk and went to the living room. He saw Yuanyang, the eldest maid next to Jia Mu, waiting in the living room with a few servants and maids. They helped to hold a few pieces of luggage.

A teenage girl stood beside Yuanyang, wearing a blue-white tooth-pinching vest and gown, carrying a blue package: her eyebrows are beautiful, her face is beautiful, and her waist is as slender as a willow. She is full of beauty.
Chapter completed!