Chapter 1172 Jia Heng: It’s actually an egg that flies can’t bite
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Suzhou Prefecture
Not to mention the beauty's secret hatred, Jia Heng walked out of the courtyard and walked along the corridor. After many days of cloudy days, the dark clouds dispersed and a bright moon rose in the east, just like the familiar
The snow is round, and the moonlight is like silver gauze or mist, covering the entire earth.
The winter breeze blew the lanterns hanging under the eaves of the corridor, casting circles of red and yellow light on the snow beside the corridor.
"Sister Yan'er." Jia Heng suddenly felt something strange in his heart. He raised his eyes, stared at the girl who was walking towards her residence carrying a lantern, and asked, "What are you doing out in such a cold day?"
When she saw the visitor, Song Yan panicked and said, "Brother Heng, I...I'm fine."
She just came out to relieve herself, but by chance she met Brother Heng?
Jia Heng saw the girl lifting the skirt of her skirt with one hand, and suddenly understood something. She smiled and said, "Is this... a convenience?"
Song Yan: "..."
Is Brother Heng so direct?
Jia Heng looked at the girl who looked like a sweet girl, and a ridiculous thought suddenly came to his mind.
If you don’t have enough budget and can’t buy a top-end flagship, maybe you can use Redmi first? Or maybe this is the choice of most users.
Jia Hengxing came closer and said warmly: "Yan'er, the road is slippery in the snow. I'll take cousin Yan'er home."
Song Yan's small face was as big as a palm, and her skin as white as snow was already as red as blush. She neither agreed nor refused.
Jia Heng naturally took Song Yan's hand and said warmly: "Where does cousin Yan'er live?"
Song Yan's bare hands were held by Jia Heng, her pink cheeks flushed with shame. She couldn't help but break away, but she didn't break away. Finally she couldn't keep silent and said softly: "After the Moon Gate, in the courtyard to the west.
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Jia Heng took Song Yan's hand and came to the courtyard.
While the two were talking, they entered the square courtyard.
There was a light on in the wing room, and a maid was standing under the eaves of the corridor waiting. Just as she was about to call, she saw Jia Heng and said in surprise: "Duke Wei?"
At this time, Song Yan quickly broke away and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng, come and sit down. Hong Jian, go and pour some tea."
"Yes, Miss Yan." The maid Yiyi responded gently and then returned to the house.
Song Yan turned to look at the young man and said softly: "Brother Heng, please go into the room and talk."
Although the girl is younger, she is from a lady's background and treats others as well as others. Although she is very shy at the moment, she is also generous.
Jia Heng smiled and followed Song Yan into the house, staring around. Since he had just settled here today, the interior decoration would not show the owner's temperament. He waited until he sat down.
At this time, Song Yan's maid brought the tea cup, handed it over, and placed it on the table. The hot steam rose from the tea cup.
"Brother Heng, it's cold. Let's drink some tea to warm yourself up." Song Yan handed over the teacup in her hand and said softly.
Jia Heng stared at the girl with graceful and clear features, smiled and said: "Yan'er, you are still used to staying in Jiangnan, right? The winter here is a bit wet and cold."
Song Yan said softly: "Brother Heng, I used to stay in Jiangnan when I was a child, and then I went to Shenjing. It's a bit cold here in Jiangnan, but the climate is much cooler in summer."
As he said that, he looked at the young man, blinked his bright eyes, and asked, "Brother Heng just went to see my aunt?"
Jia Heng said: "Well, I told you to go to Suzhou Mansion tomorrow to enjoy the snow scenery of Gusu. Sister Yan'er should also go with her."
Song Yan was about to speak, but her heart trembled when she saw that the young man had put down the tea cup, sat down next to her embroidered pier, and took her delicate hand.
Song Yan said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng, don't, don't do this..."
As he said that, he looked at the maid Hong Jian aside, but the maid had already gone outside the door.
Jia Heng said: "I think Yan'er's sister Zhong Lingyu is pretty, graceful and gentle, so I kind of want to get close to her."
Song Yan: "..."
But why do I think you want to get close to everyone you meet?
But this kind of complaint is just what the girl thinks about in her heart, and she doesn't say it out loud.
Song Yan lowered her head, and under the bright candlelight, her beautiful jade cheeks were blushing like clouds, and she said in a low voice: "Brother Heng, men and women are not close to each other. Please respect yourself, Brother Heng."
When Jia Heng heard this, he took some time to look at the girl, sizing up her sweet girl-like face.
This was the first time he heard someone say this to him. To be honest, it was a bit strange.
Jia Heng couldn't help but reach out and pinch the girl's smooth and round chin, and asked softly: "Does Yan'er still want to tell you about cousin Xianning?"
"Sister Xianning indulges Brother Heng, I will tell my aunt tomorrow." Song Yan's face was as crystal clear as snow, she turned her cheek to the side and said in a trembling voice.
You can't always let him take advantage of you, and instead be looked down upon by him.
Jia Heng came closer and leaned towards the girl's ear. He could vaguely feel the blush on the girl's cheeks and whispered: "Let your aunt make the decision and promise you to me, right?"
Queen Song was just thinking about promising Song Yan to him, but she just agreed.
Song Yan's face was red, her cheeks were stained with scarlet, her heart was frightened, and she said angrily: "You, who is the one who wants to marry such a prostitute like you, huh~"
As the girl spoke, she saw the shadow of the young man approaching, and bursts of warm and soft breath fell on her lips. It was different from the dragonfly's touch just now, like the violent wind and rain, greedy.
Song Yan pushed her gently with her little hands, and after a while, half of her delicate body softened, and she collapsed in Jia Heng's arms, her bright eyes covered with mist.
Jia Heng gently hugged Song Yan's slender shoulders and said secretly that she was indeed a queen like Wan Wan, soft and delicate, with a certain charm of a sweet girl.
When the maid saw him at the door, she was shocked and hurriedly hid inside the screen.
The girl is seducing the Prince Consort of Xianning. Her Highness the Princess should see it. What should we do?
Jia Heng looked at the girl with cheeks as red as drunkenness and eyes as bright as water, and said, "Yan'er, do you want to tell your aunt?"
Just stamp it in advance to avoid running away, otherwise Queen Song will change her mind and ask Yan'er to marry Prince Liang or become a concubine to Prince Wei.
At this moment, Song Yan's eyes were condensed and she was a little dizzy, looking at the young man's face illuminated by the bright lights.
How could he do this? She told her aunt to let her make the decision?
"What books does Yan'er usually read?" Jia Heng slowly held Song Yan's hand and asked softly.
In fact, I don't know how many stories about such a lady, with a precocious mind, and talented and beautiful women, I have read.
Song Yan's beautiful eyebrows were curved, her eyes were as full as water, and her jade cheeks were as red as clouds. She suppressed the shyness in her heart and said softly: "Poems, storybooks, etc., what do you usually have, what do you read, the Three Kingdoms and Liaozhai written by Brother Heng
, I’ve also seen and heard about it.”
Jia Heng said softly: "Yan'er has heard of Liao Zhai?"
Song Yan said: "Sister Chanyue told me that there is a new one, but Brother Heng seems to have not lost it in writing? If so, it can be written into a script and passed down to future generations."
When Jia Heng went to Henan to deal with floods, he told Princess Xianning, Li Chanyue and others stories about Liaozhai, such as Changing Hearts and Ying Ning, and A Chinese Ghost Story.
Later, when Princess Xianning and Li Chanyue got along with Song Yan, they told the story to Song Yan. In other words, it gradually sketched out in the girl's heart and solidified Jia Heng's versatile image.
Jia Heng's expression paused slightly and he whispered: "I'm too busy and don't have time to write this. How about I dictate it and Yan'er writes it for me?"
Reading at night with red sleeves and fragrant flowers, and teaching literacy around the stove on a snowy night are the most romantic and romantic things that scholars like most.
Song Yan's face turned slightly red, she said softly, "Yeah" and said in a low voice: "Brother Heng."
Jia Heng said, took the girl's bare hand, came to a book desk, took the paper, and said softly: "I'll grind ink for sister Yan'er."
Song Yan picked up the brush and said shyly: "How is this good?"
At this moment, Hong Jian's cheeks were slightly red, his eyebrows were lowered, he walked closer and said softly: "Uncle Heng, let me do it."
Song Yan stared at the maid, feeling a little annoyed, why didn't she see you just now?
After polishing the ink on the red paper, Jia Heng said softly: "Sister Yan'er, write it."
Song Yan rolled up her sleeves, her white arms, and her frosty wrists gently picked up the brush, her bright eyes as bright as stars, and asked: "Brother Heng, what are you writing?"
Jia Heng said: "Just write a poem, about ghosts and monsters being superior to others, about thorns in greed, thorns in cruelty, and deep into the wood."
Is it possible that Song Yan is really allowed to copy the book? This would be a disgrace to the scene.
When Song Yan heard this, her face paused slightly, then she picked up the brush and started writing on the paper.
The girl's handwriting is delicate, and each stroke shows the delicate elegance of the lady.
Jia Heng came closer and praised: "Yan'er's handwriting is really good. Whose posts do you usually see?"
Song Yan was filled with joy, her voice was charming, and she whispered: "Wen Feiqing's post, Brother Heng, is this couplet the inscription and postscript of the book?"
Brother Heng is indeed good at both civil and military skills.
As she was speaking, she suddenly felt the young man behind her hugging her. The girl's body stiffened for a moment, her cheeks turned red with shame, and she whispered: "Brother Heng."
Jia Heng hugged the girl's delicate body and said softly: "That's it, this story is originally called Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, written by sister Yan'er, and co-written by us."
Saying that, holding the girl in his arms
Song Yan's cheeks turned red with embarrassment and she whispered: "Brother Heng, I can't write well."
Jia Heng gently hugged the girl's delicate body and said softly: "It's okay, I'll write this preface first."
The girl's delicate body went limp and she quickly put down her brush, feeling the boy's intimacy.
Jia Heng didn't rush to say anything, and asked softly: "Is Yan'er proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting?"
Song Yan said in a trembling voice: "Be a little more knowledgeable."
With trembling bare hands, she wanted to grab Jia Heng's hand.
She couldn't let him take advantage of her anymore.
Jia Heng didn't take it seriously and said softly: "Playing chess on a snowy night and cooking in the snow by the stove is not very interesting. Let's play chess."
The provincial Xiaoxiao went back to torture him, but he took a little shelter from Song Yan.
As for Song Yan, he really didn't have the idea of getting it right in one step.
Song Yan lowered her head slightly, and her bright jade cheeks couldn't help but be stained with crimson. Her heart was filled with shame and joy, and she said: "Brother Heng, let me prepare the chessboard."
Actually, I'm a little curious about what she looked like earlier.
For a moment, Song Yan didn't think about Empress Song, but the girl was smart enough to figure out the link. It was only a matter of time.
The two were playing chess across a chess surface. The candlelight was bright and shining on the apricot chess surface, with black and white chess pieces placed on it.
Jia Heng put down a chess piece and asked, "Who did Yan'er often play with when she was in Jinling?"
On the surface, Song Yan's personality looks a bit like Chan Yue's, quiet and delicate. In fact, Chan Yue's personality is shy, and she is more introverted because she lacked love since she was a child.
Song Yan is more like a good girl, but she still has some tricks up her sleeve.
Maybe the sweet girl among the boudoir girls is like this.
"When we were in Jinling, we played more with Sister Yun, Third Sister, and the others." Song Yan, with a rosy face, pursed her glossy pink lips, and said softly.
Jia Heng said: "Sister Yun is innocent and lively, and third sister is bright and generous. It's good for you to play together."
Song Yan stared at her, the blush on her snow-skinned face slightly fading, and she said softly: "Brother Heng, are you going to Hangzhou in the next few days?"
Jia Heng chuckled and joked: "Well, your father is in Hangzhou right now, and I happened to come to propose marriage."
"Bah." Song Yanfang's heart started to beat, she felt her mind tremble slightly, and she stared at the young man.
Proposing marriage? Yes, her innocence has been lost, so she wants to marry him.
Jia Heng said: "What's wrong with you?"
"Is what Brother Heng just said true?" Song Yan bit her lower lip and said tremblingly.
Jia Heng picked up the tea cup on the side and said, "I'm joking with you."
Song Yan: "..."
Joking?
Thinking of the frivolous and rude treatment towards me before, the fair-skinned and beautiful cardamom girl felt aggrieved in my heart.
"Brother Heng, do you like to make fun of girls' innocence and life-long events so much?" Song Yan lowered her head and said quietly, under her slender willow-leaf eyebrows, her eyes were filled with tears.
I have to say that the girl who was born in the Song family is really speechless when speaking righteously.
Jia Heng sighed softly and said: "You are the treasure of your Song family, how come your father agreed to let you be a concubine? So it is destined to be... destined to be destined."
After all, the Song family is also a relative of the emperor, and it is impossible for Song Yan to be his concubine, unless Empress Song makes the decision, but he does not want to bring this matter to light now, and intends to tease Song Yan.
But after finishing speaking, he raised his eyes to look at the tearful and sad girl, and asked: "Are you crying?"
Song Yan's face was as pale as paper, and her eyes showed grievance, and she said quietly: "Sister Lin can't be a concubine either."
Since we were not destined to be together, why did you provoke her? He hugged and kissed her, and her innocence... was completely gone.
The more the girl thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, and her nose became sore.
Jia Heng handed over a handkerchief and whispered: "Yan'er still knows about Sister Lin?"
After all, she also played with Zhu Jinchai for a long time in Ningguo Mansion in Jinling. It is not surprising that the girl knew about Daiyu and Baochai. Is it just that she had Daiyu's past habit of being a crybaby?
Song Yan did not take the handkerchief, she raised her head and looked at Jia Heng. Her bright eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and she said softly: "I still know about Sister Bao."
Sister Bao has recently been thinking about asking the person in front of her to propose marriage to the palace. Since they can do it, she can do it too.
Jia Heng looked at the girl with pear blossoms and rain, and said softly: "So?"
However, there are not many military achievements left for him.
Just as he was speaking, Jia Heng raised his eyes and looked into a pair of tear-stained eyes. Looking at Song Yan who was staring at him, he said dumbly: "Well, are you glaring at me again?"
She can glare at people at such a young age, but compared to Snow Beauty, her smart and clear eyebrows are a little more charming and romantic.
Jia Heng left the chess ping, took the girl's delicate hand, gently wiped the tears on the girl's cheeks, and said: "You really can't stand jokes."
Song Yan: "..."
Another joke? Which one is the joke?
Jia Heng took the girl's slender hand and said: "Okay, when the time comes, let the Queen make the decision and grant the marriage."
The little girl didn't tease her, or she was worried that she would be... in vain. It was also her fault that he insisted on talking about the marriage just now, so that Song Yan could take the lead.
Perhaps, even if he didn't say anything, Song Yan would start the conversation.
Song Yan's pretty face was blushing like clouds, and she said with embarrassment: "Sister Xianning is so kind to Brother Heng, but Brother Heng is still flirting with women. In fact, he is no different from those scholars in the story books who are disloyal and have a bad heart."
Jia Heng looked at the fair-skinned girl, who was just sitting at the dining table, scolding people, and said, "You can't say that, in fact, it's just the eggs that flies can't bite."
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If I provoke you, you don’t know how to refuse?
Song Yan: "..."
Who are you scolding?
Jia Heng held the petite girl in his arms. The fragrance of orchids and musk floated on his nose, and he said warmly: "It's too early to say anything about the marriage. It won't be too late to wait until after the New Year. Then I will tell you."
The Queen is proposing marriage, Yan'er, don't hate getting married so much."
I really made a mistake. As expected of someone from an official family like the Song family, it is difficult to deal with. High-level hunters always appear in the form of prey.
In other words, Jia Heng's old method has encountered new problems. Because of Chai Dai's mistakes, the reputation has not been implemented for a long time. The anti-fraud awareness of bystanders such as Song Yan has generally increased.
The previous method of taking advantage first and drawing the pie is no longer working well.
When Song Yan heard this, she lowered her head, her cheeks were filled with joy, and she whispered: "Brother Heng, I don't hate getting married that much."
Jia Heng gently pinched Song Yan's chin and said, "Well, let's wait another two years."
Song Yan: "..."
Wait two years, waiting as foolishly as that precious girl?
While she was thinking wildly, she saw the young man approaching and quickly closed her eyes. Song Yan's heart felt like a deer, and two beautiful blushes appeared on her cheeks, which was bright and moving.
After a while, Jia Heng stared at Song Yan, who was lying limply in a ball. She hid the softness in her palm and said softly: "Sister Yan'er."
The holding feeling is indeed not as good as that of the flagship, mainly because the screen is small.
At this moment, Song Yan's body was as soft as a silkworm, her mind was blank, her cheeks were red, and her bright eyes were as full as water as she looked at the young man.
Already speechless.
"Girl, it's getting late." At this moment, the maid Hong Jian couldn't bear it anymore and reminded her.
If this continues, the two of them may have a wedding tonight.
Jia Heng said softly: "Sister Yan'er, you should rest earlier. I'll go back first."
Only then did Song Yan regain her composure, raised her delicate face, and her clear eyes seemed to contain the hazy mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and said hurriedly: "I'll see Brother Heng off."
Jia Heng said softly: "It's dark and the roads are slippery, so there's no need to send him off."
Saying that, he left directly.
After leaving the wing, Song Yan sat there blankly, her jade face looked gloomy, and she felt lost for a moment.
Although the girl was young, she had a queen and a concubine in the Song family. In fact, she was mentally precocious. Song Yan was even trained as a crown princess at first. However, Emperor Chongping was afraid of the growing power of relatives of the Song family and did not agree.
The maid Hong Jian hesitated for a moment and said: "This is Princess Xianning's consort. How can the girl let him... bully her?"
Song Yan glanced at the maid and said angrily: "Then why didn't you stop me just now?"
Hong Jian said cautiously: "Uncle Heng... I don't dare either."
Regardless of Jia Heng's power or magnanimity, maid Hong Jian did not dare to say anything.
Song Yan pursed her moist pink lips and looked at the flickering candlelight, her eyes filled with ecstasy.
In the past, cousin Xianning had mentioned that she should marry Brother Heng when they were behind the curtain. My cousin must have agreed.
As for my aunt, because Brother Heng is an important minister in the court, my aunt is concerned about Brother Wei Wang...
Besides, he insisted on bullying her just now, and she couldn't stop him. After just saying a few words to him, she felt that he was a little... unhappy.
Jia Heng didn't know that among the "silly white sweets" represented by Bao Qin, Zhen Lan, and Zhen Xi, in terms of family education, Song Yan was not much weaker than Zhen Lan.
"How about taking advantage of the girl like this? Why don't you tell the empress?" Hong Jian thought for a while and said.
"Just tell me what to say, let's go to bed first." Song Yan was confused for a moment and didn't know what to do.
After filing the complaint, what if his aunt blames him? He would also hate her talkativeness at that time.
Thinking of the tenderness and intimacy just now, as well as the trembling at the skirt of her clothes, the girl's cheeks warmed slightly, her heart was filled with sweetness, but she was also a little embarrassed.