Red Mansion Jia Lan: Do you want to run away tonight to visit your relatives? Chapter 144: The small courtyard in Guancheng expresses the joyful feelings, and it is difficult to persuade Kuan Qingwen to stay.
Originally, she had been happy for a long time when she heard that Jia Lanzhong knew Yuan. She was looking forward to when Jia Lan would come over to congratulate him in person. However, she didn't want to wait and look forward to the news, which instantly made her face change.<
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Jia Lan actually plans to travel!
What's damning is that he didn't tell himself about such an important decision before, and he only sent a letter to himself and Ling Guan in such a long time.
What's even more disgusting is that the letter didn't mention this matter at all! She found out about it separately.
Facing Jialan's greetings, Qingwen glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, snorted softly, and said in a strange way: "Our Jie Yuanlang is about to go on a trip. Is he coming to say goodbye to us now?"<
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Jia Lan paused and suddenly understood, and suddenly laughed.
Qingwen's tone sounded as stubborn as ever, but he could hear the hint of expectation and pleading contained in it.
"Why, are you afraid that I won't come back after I leave, and it will be too boring for you to stay in this yard?"
"Huh!" Qingwen blushed when her thoughts were exposed, and simply turned her head and ignored her.
"Sister Qingwen... okay..." Ling Guan took Qingwen's hand, and then said to Jia Lan: "Sir, actually, Sister Qingwen and I miss you very much. It's great that you are finally back.
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Jia Lan smiled: "It's just that the chat with the mountain leader took a little longer, but didn't I ask Qin Shi to give you a message in advance and just wait for us to come back for dinner? Why did you come out to pick me up?" While talking, he took off his own cloak and covered Qingwen, then took his from Qin Zhong and put it on Xiao Lingguan.
"Thank you..." Qingwen felt the warmth of others on the cloak, her face flushed slightly, and her attitude immediately softened.
"Stop blowing the wind and go in and talk."
After an absence of more than a month, Jia Lan once again stepped into the courtyard where he had lived for more than half a year, feeling a little emotional.
After passing through the corridor, he stood at the door of the study, looking at the neatly tidied up room and seeing that all the furnishings were exactly the same as before. Jia Lan leaned against the door and turned his head to look behind him.
Qingwen, Lingguan, Qin Zhong, Qin Shi, Baner, and Wu Gui.
But in just one year, so many people gathered around me.
"Haha, great! Great!" Jia Lan couldn't help but feel a little proud.
Qingwen pursed her lips and said in a sweet voice: "Okay, okay! The young master is stupid again. He keeps saying stupid things. Come into the house quickly. The slave has prepared tea for the young master."
Sure enough, when Jia Lan took a look, a cup of hot tea was already placed on the coffee table in the study.
He smiled towards Qingwen: "I know that sister Qingwen, you are the most generous."
He was answered with another moan.
Jia Lan ignored it and took a sip from the tea cup. He was never very particular about drinking tea. Unlike Sister Feng, Daiyu and the others, they could accurately tell whether it was this year's snow water or last year's mountain spring water. p>
He advocates a minimalist way of drinking tea, dividing a cup of tea into three sips.
The first sip is to taste the sweetness brought by the rich amino acids in the tea with the tip of the tongue; then the second sip is to taste the astringent taste of the tea with the body of the tongue; the last sip is to taste the bitter taste of the tea with the base of the tongue, and afterward, it tastes a bit...
Sweet.
Three sips to understand the taste, a sip of fragrant tea to calm the mind, everything is enough.
He did not agree with making drinking tea too ritualistic. Western tea became very popular in later generations. It was not that the tea in China was not good, but that the people in China had too complex thoughts and were full of all kinds of complexity, so they lost the interest in drinking tea.
Original flavor.
Drinking tea doesn’t require so many rituals and particularities. It’s enough to taste good, enjoy it, and be healthy.
Just after finishing a cup of tea, Qingwen brought over an account book and handed it over.
Jia Lan looked at Qingwen who pursed her lips, then took the account book and flipped through it page by page, reading it quickly.
This is the account for the last month or so.
Don’t underestimate an ancient family. Firewood, rice, oil, salt, lights, candles, food for the servants, and clothes to be changed in four seasons must be taken care of one by one. Although the sparrow in the Guancheng courtyard is small, it has all the internal organs. None of these must be missing, otherwise it will fall apart.
The reputation of Rongfu.
Qingwen is the first among many maids to be given the right to assist in housekeeping, and she values this job very much.
Jia Lan understood her mood and did not perfunctoryly read it carefully. He first praised it a few times and finally made some suggestions. They were all key points that could only be discovered after reading it carefully.
After listening to Jia Lan's words, Qingwen smiled like a flower. He didn't take things lightly, which made Qingwen feel extremely respected.
"The accounts for the past month were not only made by me, but also by senior officials."
"Oh, that's incredible." Jia Lan smiled and glanced at Ling Guan and praised him. The latter felt a little smug after hearing this.
Seeing the opportunity, Qin Zhong led Qin Shi Ban'er out, leaving Wu Gui guarding the corridor outside the door.
Jia Lan and Qing Wen continued their conversation and saw that the two women looked much better than before.
It can be seen from the aura of the two of them that the illness that lingered on them earlier has gone away.
Lingguan is younger and weaker. He fainted from heartache before and recovered a little slower.
Qingwen is better. Maybe she has calmed down a bit since coming to the courtyard. Although she is still competitive, she is finally in a much calmer mood, and her hidden diseases are also much better.
"I came here this time to tell you about my travels."
Qingwen's face immediately straightened up when she heard this, and she spoke instantly: "Sir, take me with you!"
Her attitude and tone were very firm, and the senior officer beside her also showed an eager expression, looking over with expectant eyes.
Jia Lan had long anticipated that he would encounter such a situation, and told the two of them a set of words he had prepared in his heart: On this trip, he would have to eat and sleep in the open air along the way. Even a man might not be able to bear it, let alone two people.
Girls.
When he heard that he was going to have sex with a few grown men, fear and retreat suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Only Qingwen remained calm: "I'm not afraid of any of these things. Young Master, just take me with you!"
Jia Lan smiled bitterly and persuaded again: "Why do you, a weak woman, suffer all these things with me?"
Qingwen shook her head, her eyes firm: "Qingwen has experienced these things a long time ago, and I am no longer afraid."
These words made Jia Lan startled for a moment. After thinking about it for a while, he finally realized that Qingwen had also experienced hard times. Like many people in Beizhuang, she fled to the north, and she didn't know how much she suffered in the process.
Sin, until I was bought over by Grandma Lai.
The mountains are difficult to cross, and the road to escape is even more dangerous.
Even though he was in Shenjing, Jia Lan could roughly guess what the situation was like for the victims in Beizhuang.
It was also from that time that Jialan's thoughts began to change.
[Just now, Master Shancai asked him about the meaning of studying... As a descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, how can I remain indifferent when seeing such a situation?]
Thinking of this, Jia Lan raised his head, faced Qingwen's stubborn eyes, and nodded slightly.