Jia Heng frowned when he heard what Sister Feng was saying. Sister Feng was good at everything, but her fierce and cruel temper made people frown.
Sister Feng rarely cared about the poor and cared about the weak. Come to think of it, one of the few good deeds she did was to help Grandma Liu, and this single good deed saved Sister Qiao.
I have to say, it is quite worth pondering.
Seeing this, Jia Mu quickly said: "What's going on?"
Hearing this, Sister Feng quickly stepped forward to help Jia Mu and said with a smile: "A little Taoist priest is cutting candle flowers. He didn't hide out. He is digging around now."
Jia's mother looked at the little Taoist priest and sighed: "It's a poor thing. He's just a child. Don't frighten him."
After that, he asked the child how old he was, and the little Taoist priest timidly said.
Jia Mu then looked at Jia Heng and said with a smile: "Brother Heng, take him out and give him some money to buy some fruit. Don't make things difficult for him."
Jia Heng nodded. Although he felt a little weird, he couldn't say anything. He looked at the little Taoist priest and said in a clear voice: "Follow me out."
Then, he took the little Taoist priest out of the palace, gave him two taels of silver under the eaves, and led him to see Taoist Zhang.
When Taoist Zhang saw this, his expression changed slightly and he asked, "Have you disturbed the female family members?"
"That's not true. Don't beat him." Jia Heng said calmly.
Taoist Zhang smiled and said, "Uncle Heng is really kind-hearted."
Jia Heng had no intention of talking nonsense with Taoist Zhang. He chatted casually for a few words, then said "I'm sorry," and turned back to the temple.
When he reached the eaves of the corridor, he looked up and saw a petite and pretty figure kneeling on the futon under the niche table in the hall.
It was obvious that Daiyu clasped her hands together and closed her eyes tightly, not knowing what she was praying for.
It was noon, and the sun was shining slantly into the palace, falling on Daiyu, who was wearing a round-neck robe embroidered with bamboo leaves and plum blossoms, and a white embroidered horse-face skirt. In the quiet and empty palace, the back figure became even more...
An endearing and tender attitude.
Jia Heng stood looking with a silent expression, while Zicuckoo, who was standing at the threshold of the hall, saw Jia Heng and called softly: "Uncle Heng."
This sound also reminded Daiyu, and Daiyu turned her head, and the beauty of looking back suddenly, like a water lotus rising in the wind, suddenly came into view.
The delicate and soft eyebrows are like the long alleys under the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Daiyu's starry eyes flickered slightly, with a bit of sadness, and she called out: "Brother Heng."
Jia Heng nodded and said warmly: "Why isn't Sister Lin accompanying the old lady?"
Daiyu stood up slowly, lowered her head slightly, raised her eyes and glanced at Jia Heng, and said softly: "I've been praying for a while longer, and now I'm going to find the old lady."
"Then let's go together." Jia Heng knew that Daiyu was worried, so he thought about it and said.
Daiyu nodded and said, "Okay."
The two people left the palace and walked side by side along the eaves of the corridor. The autumn day was quiet and their footsteps were gentle.
Because the Taoist temple dropped incense, the sandalwood in the incense burner dispersed and floated in the air, which made people feel much better involuntarily, and Daiyu slowed down unconsciously.
Behind her, Zicuckoo pulled Xueyan's arm, indicating that she would take a few steps back and quietly look at the boy and girl in front of her.
Jia Heng said softly: "Is my sister missing her family just now?"
When Daiyu heard this, her face paused slightly, her delicate body trembled, she pursed her lips and said "hmm" lightly.
Jia Heng said warmly: "In the blink of an eye, my sister hasn't returned to Yangzhou and Suzhou in a few years, right?"
The bright autumn eyes under Daiyu Chunshan's dark eyebrows were filled with sadness again, and she said softly: "It's been more than six years."
"Have you ever sent a letter to Yangzhou?"
Daiyu said in a delicate voice: "The transportation is inconvenient, and I can't write one letter a year."
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and said softly: "I should write more letters home."
From the sudden bad news about Lin Ruhai later, it can be seen that Daiyu rarely sent letters to Yangzhou.
This is not because Daiyu is indifferent. In this era of isolation, if Daiyu wanted to write a letter, she would have to make a lot of noise. Daiyu, who was living under someone else's roof, was worried about her mother-in-law cursing her to death even if she ate bird's nest porridge.
It was shocking.
Daiyu said a heavy "hmm", and Yurong felt a little disappointed.
Jia Heng said softly: "You are here in Shenjing. How can your father miss you? As a father, why can't you be sad if you can't see the eldest daughter? As for you, you can write more letters and share some daily interesting things.
Your father will be very happy to see you."
There were no cameras in this era, otherwise it would have been better to take a photo and mail it.
Of course, there are other alternatives, such as drawing a portrait and mailing it.
Daiyu listened to the gentle words of the young man beside her, her jade face was slightly stagnant, and a warm current gradually surged in her heart. She stopped and turned to look at Jia Heng. There was something inexplicable in her clear and bright starry eyes.
He said softly: "What Brother Heng said is just..."
It’s just that she is in Shenjing. After she has written it, who can she bother to send it to her?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lower his bright eyes. He just raised his eyes and saw that the young man seemed to have read through his thoughts, his eyes were warm and his smile reached his eyes.
Jia Heng looked at Dai Yu quietly, smiled softly, and said, "Don't be afraid of trouble. You are the granddaughter of the old lady. When you write a letter home, are you still worried that the people below will not deliver it to you?"
He had a pretty good impression of Daiyu, and they all talked about Lin Dao, but he hadn't seen her.
On the contrary, this weak and supportive look, coupled with some "past life filters", makes it difficult not to feel affection for her.
Daiyu shook her head slightly, sighed and said, "It's not a good thing to disturb me and make me uneasy, and to end up with some flirtatious people gossiping."
Jia Heng chuckled again and said calmly: "Why don't you do farming because of the crickets' chirping?"
Daiyu: "???"
Daiyu's bright eyes lifted up and looked at Jia Heng, knowing that there was more to come.
Jia Heng's eyes were warm and he said softly: "You are worried that they will say that you are troublesome, but you are not worried that they will say that you have been in Shenjing for more than six years and have not cared about your home at all. You don't even send letters?"
When Daiyu heard this, her pretty face turned pale, her teeth bit her lower lip lightly, and she said aggrievedly: "I..."
Jia Heng chuckled lightly and said: "So, those people who are gossiping always have gossip. If you have the intention of fighting against each other three hundred and sixty days a year, then you might as well do anything.
Don't do it, no, if you don't do anything, won't they stop talking? They will still talk. It can be said that the chirping of insects is unbearable, but when autumn turns to winter, where are the insects?"
This is like the Internet trolls of later generations, time is not valuable, and you can only find a sense of presence on the Internet.
Daiyu raised her head and looked at Jia Heng with her bright eyes like a pool of autumn water. She kept thinking "Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost and the sword force each other" in her heart. She felt that every word penetrated her heart, almost...
Portraits of her past.
But when I heard the young man compare the chatter of those women to the chirping of insects, I felt moved and light-hearted at the same time, and said softly: "Brother Heng said so."
Jia Heng said: "Sister Lin is a thoughtful person. Don't wrong yourself in everything. You should also take good care of your body in your daily life and food. You look... so weak."
As he said that, he took a look at Daiyu. I have to say that when Daiyu became quiet, she had a strong sense of familiarity as a girl next door, but she was thin.
It was just the young man's appraising gaze that made Daiyu feel a flash of shyness, but knowing that the other person was caring, she could not be annoyed.
Jia Heng said, paused, looked back at Zicuckoo who was following step by step, and said: "If there is something wrong with Sister Lin, or something is wrong, just tell Sister-in-law Feng, well, just say it is
I told you."
Hearing this, Zijuan's eyebrows suddenly filled with smiles and said, "Okay, thank you very much, Uncle Heng."
When Daiyu heard this, a warm current surged in her heart, and she looked at the young man with shining eyes.
Jia Heng nodded, turned to look at Daiyu, and said with a chuckle: "You have good ears and many acupoints. Please help me listen. Which woman in the West Mansion has a servant chewing the root of my tongue."
Daiyu: "..."
What does it mean that she has sharp ears and many mental acupoints?
Is this person praising her or hurting her?
But even if she has a good ear, who in the East and West would dare to bite Uncle Heng's tongue behind his back?
When Daiyu saw the young man's cold and aloof look, she realized that he was teasing her. She felt touched and felt something strange that she couldn't explain.
I don't know why, thinking of Xiangyun's words, I wanted to say a few joking words, but when I saw those clear and somewhat soft eyes, I didn't dare, and my pink lips twitched, making them look pink and greasy.
Her pretty face turned a little red.
Jia Heng didn't say much and said, "Okay, let's go."
Daiyu's name is Qingqing, and she has the kind of temperament to be nice to anyone who is nice to her.
Baochai said a few heartfelt words to her, "I'll give you a solution every day", which moved Daiyu to the point of tears.
This kind of girl who has lacked love since childhood is often sincere in nature, has a sharp mouth, and has a stupid heart, and can easily offend others.
While the two were talking, they walked across the Moon Gate and saw Tanchun and Yuanyang face to face. They were stunned.
Tan Chun's bright eyes flashed with curiosity, and she said with a smile: "Sister Lin, brother Heng, just now the old lady said where did you two go? Let me catch you."
Jia Heng smiled and said: "When I came back just now, I met Sister Lin and came over together."
Daiyu was looked at with suspicious eyes by Tan Chun, and she felt a little uncomfortable.
She usually teases Brother Heng with her third sister, but now it's... tit for tat.
Yuanyang smiled and said: "The old lady is waiting in the inner room, playing a show in front of the gods and setting out the fast food."
Jia Heng nodded, "Okay, take it over."
I secretly said that there was a real shortage of entertainment activities in this era. In addition to listening to operas, there was also a theater. If the original work is true, Jia Mu even went south to buy a theater troupe just for the purpose of listening to operas.
Everyone headed towards the attic in the back room. Jia Mu was sitting in the main building, Sister Feng was waiting in the east building, and the girls were waiting in the west building to take turns serving her.
The opera has started at this moment, and it is singing "The Story of the White Snake", not "The Legend of the White Snake", but the story of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty killing the White Snake and revolting.
Jia Heng, Dai Yu, Tan Chun, and Yuanyang went upstairs. At this moment, all the female relatives saw Jia Heng coming, and they laughed and said, "Brother Heng, why have you been gone for so long?"
Qin Keqing also cast a pair of soft and charming eyes over her.
Jia Heng smiled and said, "Take a look around."
When everyone heard the words, they didn't ask any further questions.
In this compartment, Tanchun took Daiyu's hand and sat at the table of Yingchun, Xichun, and Xiangyun. At this time, Xiangyun was playing with the flower rope with several maids, and just now he saw Daiyu and Jia Heng together.
When he came back, he winked and said with a sweet smile: "Sister Lin, why did you come here with Brother Heng?"
Daiyu picked up the fragrant tea on the side and took a sip. Her bright eyes flashed, and she glanced at the young man who was talking to Jia Mu, and said quietly: "It's just a coincidence."
Tanchun smiled and said, "What did you say?"
"We talked a few words about family matters, but didn't say anything else." Daiyu thought about the young man's words over and over in her mind, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Shi Xiangyun held his cheek in one hand, blinked his black grape-like eyes, and said with a chuckle: "I'm curious, does Sister Lin pick someone else's?"
When Daiyu heard this, her heart trembled, and she said angrily: "Yun'er said such boring things. They are good people. I am not picking on them for anything."
Tanchun smiled, took Xiangyun's hand, and said, "Okay, with such a powerful person in the family, how can we just make fun of him casually?"
Xiangyun smiled.
Jia's mother, listening to the opera, smiled and said: "Brother Heng, Baoyu has been looking depressed these past two days. I originally thought of coming here to relax."
Jia Heng frowned and said in surprise: "Didn't he just relax every day in the past?"
Jia Mu: "..."
Jia Heng said: "In the future, there will be many opportunities to relax, not just this once or twice."
Jia Mu smiled and said nothing more.
Mrs. Wang looked at this scene and felt a little uncomfortable.
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Not mentioning that Jia Heng accompanied all the female members of the Jia family to perform rituals and pray for blessings at Qingxu Temple, it was mentioned that in Shenjing City, since the Sanhe Gang in the East City was destroyed, as time passed, news had gradually spread to Shenjing.
The details of Jia Heng's arrest of the Sanhe Gang were also revealed through the mouths of the guests who went to Ningguo Mansion to congratulate him that day, and spread throughout the Shenjing City at an alarming speed.
When Sanhe Gang leader Li Jinzhu came to pick a fight, he was ambushed by Jia Heng, which made all the onlookers in Shenjing feel strange.
Yong'anfang, Yangzhai
Today is the time to take a bath, and it is not the day when the cabinet is on duty. Therefore, Yang Guochang, the chief minister of the cabinet, is in the attic in the back garden, surrounded by servants and maids, listening to Kunqu opera with his wife, Mrs. Shen.
Since the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, Kun Opera has become more and more prosperous due to the improvement of Wei Liangfu, a famous Kun Opera master.
However, Yang Guochang is from Shandong, so he is not accustomed to listening to these. He still likes to listen to Dagu commentary and Hebei Bangzi.
His wife, Shen, is from Gusu and has an authentic Wu Nong soft talk. Today is Shen's fiftieth birthday, so she invited famous Kunqu opera actors from Beijing to come over.
At this time, a person flashed from behind the screen. It was Yang Sihong, the eldest son of Yang Guochang. He was in his early thirties, with a face like a crown of jade, wearing an azure scholar's shirt, and a scholar's square scarf on his head. He walked into the attic and rushed towards Yang Guochang and Shen.
After receiving the great gift, he said loudly: "Father, Minister Liang is waiting for you in the study."
Yang Guochang frowned and said: "Liang Yuan? Let him wait in the study first, I will go there later."
While talking, he glanced at Mrs. Shen.
Shen's soft voice sounded, and she said with a bit of anger: "I won't let you relax on the day off."
Yang Guochang said: "Maybe something happened. In the past two days, Shenjing has been disturbed by people."
