Not to mention that Emperor Chongping had the idea of raiding the Zhen family, but he said that after Jia Heng's dinner, everyone chatted with Jia's mother in the inner hall.
Sister Feng was telling jokes from time to time, and laughter and laughter could be heard from time to time in the Rongqing Hall. Even Li Wan was smiling with her lips pursed, while Daiyu was also holding a handkerchief, covering her mouth and smiling, and a pair of shining eyes fell on Sister Feng's face.
And the laughter also passed through the green wall. In the quiet night, in the wing room next door, the lonely lamp shined, and the shadows were paired. Holding a brush, he was thinking hard and writing his thoughts on the letter.
Look up.
"Second Master, let's have a cup of tea." Xiren was holding a cup of maple dew tea and said with a chuckle: "I will write one article tonight and another one tomorrow morning."
The first-class maid next to Baoyu, because Baoyu is still young, is not guarding herself at the moment, so let Mrs. Wang thank her.
Baoyu sighed, looked out the window at the vast night, and said: "Sister Xiren, my ancestors were laughing and laughing over there, but I'm not there. It seems that everyone lives like this."
Baoyu paused to write and suddenly sighed "Brother Xun", his eyes were wandering, and his heart was filled with sourness. At some point, his nose became sour and tears rolled in his eyes.
"Second Master is suffering from hysteria again." Xiren said softly, his eyes flashed, and he couldn't think of anything to explain for the moment. He said softly: "Xu Shilian, Second Grandma is just telling a joke. Second Master, hurry up and write it down."
, Uncle Heng will still have to check tomorrow."
Baoyu responded with tears in his eyes and immersed himself in writing.
In Rongqing Hall——
Mrs. Wang chuckled lightly and said: "Old lady, I don't think it's easy for Feng Yatou to show up in the matter of recovering the money losses of those companies. Brother Heng has many people under his command, so why not... send a few people to help?
Some."
As soon as he said this, Rongqingtang, who was laughing non-stop, gradually stopped.
The smile on Jia's mother's face faded a little, and she said softly: "Mother Baoyu, what did Feng Yatou just say? Brother Heng has been very busy recently, and it's not good to trouble others anymore. Besides, our family is chasing money and losing money."
It’s not that we can’t spare some manpower, let Lin Zhixiao bring a few servants while Feng girl takes care of the accounts.”
Mrs. Wang nodded and said with a smile: "Baoyu and his uncle said he would take care of this matter himself."
Listening to the words, Jia Mu was silent when she heard the words. After a moment, she said: "I'll talk to him later."
In Rongqing Hall, after Mrs. Wang's interruption, the atmosphere of laughter suddenly disappeared.
Jia Heng also stood up and said goodbye.
Jia Mu smiled and said: "Brother Heng, I kept you for a little longer. I don't know why your wife misses you at home. Go back. By the way, don't forget to open an ancestral hall to worship ancestors the day after tomorrow. Girl Feng can prepare it tomorrow, Yuanyang,
It's dark at night, so you hold a lantern and send Brother Heng off for me."
Sister Feng's smile froze for a moment, and she swallowed back the part of the sentence that was on her lips: "Ping'er, you hold the lantern and send Uncle Heng off."
Jia Heng nodded and said, "The old lady should rest earlier."
As he said that, he glanced at Li Wan, Tanchun, Yingchun, Xichun and others in Rongqing Hall, then nodded and followed the mandarin ducks beside him out of Rongqing Hall.
Jia Heng walked to the eaves of the corridor and looked at Yuanyang, who was wearing a emerald undershirt and a thin layer of pink and white. He chuckled and said, "Yuanyang, it's a cold night and the dew is heavy. Give me the lantern and I'll go back on my own."
The mandarin duck's oval face showed a full smile and said: "The old lady asked me to deliver Uncle Heng, but why should I deliver it to the door on the other side of the aisle?"
Jia Heng nodded and said nothing more.
Previously, the soldiers from the Beijing Camp and Xie Zaiyi brought by Cai Quan had already been sent there, so there was no need to meet up. Jia Heng just walked along the corridor with Yuanyang.
The two of them walked through the hanging flower gate in silence. Perhaps because of Jia Mu's previous words of "accepting someone in a year or two," the girl felt a bit of shame in her heart. From the corner of her eye, she looked at the young man beside her.
I saw that the young man had a clear face, a silent expression, his eyes flickered from time to time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Yuanyang's pink lips twitched and she said softly: "Uncle Heng, the old lady looks very happy today."
Jia Heng's face paused for a moment, and he replied with a chuckle: "How could the old lady be unhappy when Second Grandma Lian is here?"
Yuanyang also smiled a little brighter and said: "Today, I look much happier than usual. I have been serving the old lady for many years. Although the old lady used to be teased by Mistress Lian, she was happy, but the old lady
The worries in my heart are hidden deep enough that no one else can see them, but I am really happy today... maybe it’s because there is a backbone in the two houses."
When Jia Heng heard this, he was silent for a moment.
Yuanyang glanced at Jia Heng's face, and the smile on his face gradually faded, and said: "Uncle Heng, it's me who talks too much."
Jia Heng smiled softly, suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at Yuanyang with a pair of shining eyes, and said: "Come to think of it, why did you suddenly talk about this?"
If you think about it carefully, it's quite interesting.
Previously, he said to Heping'er that he was considerate of Sister Feng's difficulties. Here, Yuanyang took the opportunity to say these words to him, making him considerate of Jia Mu's difficulties.
One after another, one back and forth.
Yuanyang also paused slightly, facing the young man's gaze, his pink lips twitched, and he felt an urge to express what was in his heart, and said in a clear voice: "Uncle Heng, I am a slave, I don't know how daring you are.
Gao Luo, I want to say a few words of truth to Uncle Heng, I wonder if he is willing to listen?"
Jia Heng chuckled and said, "You go ahead and I'll listen."
Yuanyang seemed to be inspired by the young man's warm smile, and said softly: "I know that the uncle actually had opinions about the people in the West Mansion earlier because of the incident in the East Mansion, but the old lady is sympathetic to the poor and weak, she is not a bad person at heart, and she has never done any harm.
Not the uncle. There are also those old servants. The old lady may not be clear about it, but they are just thinking about the old relationship. Of course, this seems a bit weak in the eyes of the uncle. Also, the old lady dotes on Baoyu a little bit on weekdays, and the uncle wants to see it.
She’s not as good-tempered as Baoyu, but the old lady is also Yin Zhu..."
At the end of the sentence, as if he was worried that Jia Heng would be angry, he stopped talking and said softly: "Uncle Heng, these are my inner thoughts. If you find it unpleasant, just pretend that I didn't say it..."
Jia Heng nodded, sighed, and said, "But you still said it."
mandarin duck:"……"
Tan's mouth was slightly open, and his bright eyes looked at the young man opposite him with anger and suspicion. His beautiful oval face was white and rosy, and he looked a little embarrassed.
Jia Heng smiled and said, "I'm joking with you."
Yuanyang's jade face paused slightly, said "Hmm", and said: "The uncle just sighed, I thought..."
Jia Heng smiled and said: "What I sighed just now is that you know what kind of person the old lady is. But you don't know what kind of person I am."
After all, Jia's mother is not the Jia Zhang family in the courtyard, Baoyu is not a stick, and Mrs. Wang is not Qin Huairu. She is noisy and has no desire to compete with the world.
When Yuanyang heard what the young man said, her delicate body trembled, and she raised her oval face, which had a few freckles, but its beauty was intact, and looked at the man with bright eyes and a gentle smile on his face.
Interesting young man.
Thinking of the young man's words that you had misunderstood me, Jia Heng, I don't know why, but I felt a sense of grievance in my heart, and said: "I have served the old lady for several years, so I know what she is like, and I have never served the uncle for a day.
…”
At the end of the sentence, her oval face felt a little hot and she turned her head to the side. Gu Hao
But in my mind, I couldn't help but think of the scene when I served this young man changing clothes that day.
Jia Heng chuckled and said: "If you want to serve me, I will tell the old lady tomorrow and ask you to come back?"
Hearing this, Yuanyang let out a surprised "Yeah", her oval face quickly turned crimson, and there was a surge of joy in her heart that she was not even aware of. She turned her head to the side, her cherry lips twitched, and wanted to say
something.
Jia Heng immediately stopped smiling and said, "I was just joking with you."
mandarin duck:"……"
What about playing? What about playing?
"No wonder the old lady said that I can't even sleep well without you." Jia Heng raised his eyes, looked at the slender mandarin duck, and said with a faint smile: "It is really a golden mandarin duck with a beautiful heart and an embroidered mouth."
Hearing this, Yuanyang blinked his eyes and looked at the young man beside him, feeling ashamed and annoyed in his heart.
A golden mandarin duck is a golden mandarin duck. What does one mean?
Also, is this Uncle Heng... teasing her?
But looking at the young man with a warm smile, but still cold eyes and serious dignity, he felt that he didn't look like him at all.
Jia Heng said in a clear voice: "I don't have any opinion about the old lady about the Dongfu incident. She can already do everything an old man of this age can do; as for Baoyu, he is just a child.
There is nothing to say about the old man who likes to entertain his grandchildren and have his children and grandchildren around his knees; and these servants today are affectionate even if they have a dog. The old lady is already over sixty years old, and it is human nature to be nostalgic and soft-hearted. Of course, with you
I am not explaining this, just because you are a mandarin duck."
When Yuanyang heard the words, her heart trembled slightly as she listened to the young man's words, and she looked at the young man with shining eyes.
Jia Heng said, and chuckled to himself, and said in a clear voice: "I have always regarded other people's suspicious eyes like will-o'-the-wisps. I boldly walk my own night road, but you are willing to hold a lantern.
, you want to light the way forward for me, but I don’t want to let down your golden heart.”
The mandarin duck's jade face was stunned, and the young man's words rang in his ears. Although he was heartbroken by his calmness and generosity, a warm current could not help but surge up in his heart. The warm current was mixed with a hint of sweetness that he was not even aware of.
Just because she is a mandarin duck with a heart of gold and unwilling to let her down...
Well, what does this Uncle Heng mean?
"Okay, give me the lantern."
Jia Heng smiled and said, gently pushing the girl's hand away and taking the lantern.
He still somewhat likes this girl's character.
After all, the Rongguo Mansion is not a courtyard full of villains. Apart from some men and women with hateful faces, there are also many people who make people sigh with regret and find it hard to calm down.
For example, this Yuanyang, Jia She wanted to accept her as his aunt, but Yuanyang refused. Jia She said that Yuanyang was eagerly waiting for the treasure jade, so Yuanyang cut off her hair with scissors and said, "Don't say it's a treasure jade, it's a treasure gold, treasure."
The King of Heaven and the Emperor of Treasure will be finished if they don’t marry, even if the old lady forces her to die, she still can’t obey her orders!”
According to the final outcome, after Jia's mother died, Yuanyang knew that she could not escape Jia She's influence, so she committed suicide by hanging herself from the beam.
Every time I saw this place in my previous life, I felt uneasy.
"Bao Jin, Bao Tianwang, Bao Emperor... I have to say that the author's skill in portraying characters is superb. The few dialogues make people laugh and cry, but also evoke an unspeakable helplessness." Jia Heng's eyes were deep,
Thinking.
"The Twelve Golden Hairpins in the Dream of Red Mansions, aren't they like this... The second sister You who swallows gold, the third sister You who wipes her neck with a sword, Lin Daiyu who burns poems to cut off her infatuation, Shi Xiangyun who crosses the crane's shadow in the cold pond, the golden hairpin in the snow
The buried Xue Baochai... So I started by saying that I suddenly thought of all the women at that time, and after carefully examining them one by one, I felt that their behavior, behavior, and knowledge were all superior to mine."
Jia Heng suppressed the thoughts in his heart, held the lantern, looked at Yuanyang who was stunned in place, and said warmly: "Go back, the wind is strong in the autumn night, don't catch cold again."
After saying that, he glanced at Yuanyang, whose eyes were as bright as water, and walked towards the corner door with the lantern in hand, entering the passage. After a while, the lantern disappeared in front of the girl's eyes.
Yuanyang recalled the young man's words that were still in his ears, his heart trembled slightly, he held a strand of hair in his hand, and at some point, his eyes became a little crazy.
…
…
The night is already dark and it is almost Hai hour.
Jia Heng left Rongguo Mansion, carried a lantern and headed towards Ningguo Mansion, walked through the corridor with alternating light and dark lights, and walked to the backyard.
He raised his eyes and saw the lights on in the back house. Knowing that Keqing was waiting for him, he felt a sense of peace in his heart.
No matter whether he was scheming with others in the inner house or fighting in the officialdom outside, among the thousands of lights, there was always one light for him. In this vast sea of people, there was always a beautiful figure lingering under the west window for his frown.
That kind of anchored peace of mind does not come from being a person in your second life, or a person approaching thirty, accomplishing nothing, having empty hands, and not being able to empathize with others.
"Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season. In a few days it will be the Double Ninth Festival."
Jia Heng thought, holding the lantern, and speeding up his pace.
As she got closer to the courtyard, she saw Qingwen standing at the threshold, looking at the lantern she had raised, and called out: "Is this the young master?"
Jia Heng smiled and said: "Qingwen, it's so late and you're still not asleep?"
Qingwen stepped forward to take the lantern, with a smile on her face, and said: "I couldn't sleep. I practiced calligraphy for a while. Grandma was talking about you just now. I thought to myself, don't come back if you don't come back if you stay in Xifu."
It’s over.”
Jia Heng entered the hall and chuckled: "There is no place for me to sleep over there in the West Mansion. I have been busy there for the whole day, and the old lady left some food there."
With that said, he handed the big cloak he was wearing to Qingwen and said, "Have someone prepare some hot water. I'll have a good sleep after taking a shower."
When Qingwen heard this, her eyes flashed, she pursed her lips, suppressed the excitement in her heart, and said, "The hot water is ready. Young Master will go take a bath later."
Inside, Qin Keqing seemed to have heard the conversation between the two. Accompanied by Baozhu and Ruizhu, she walked out with a smile and said in surprise: "Husband, you are back."
Jia Heng nodded, picked up the tea cup on the side, took a sip, and said with a smile: "The day after tomorrow, we will open an ancestral hall to worship our ancestors. Tomorrow you and Mistress Lian of Xifu will discuss the banquet to celebrate the title, and try not to mess up the banquet."
It’s too ostentatious and wasteful.”
Although it is to paralyze the Sanhe Gang, one should not waste too much. It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.