Above the corridor, two figures stood one behind the other, and there was another silence.
Miaoyu stared at the young man with a pair of crystal clear eyes, and her voice, as clear as broken jade, had an imperceptible tremor, "How...how did you know this?"
Jia Heng's face was calm, and he looked at Miaoyu, whose bright eyes were twinkling with crystals, and said: "It turns out that I didn't intend to cause you any sadness. It's just that someone of unknown origin has entered the house, and I always have to check it out."
As he said that, he handed over a handkerchief.
Miaoyu's face trembled slightly, facing those gentle eyes, she reached out to take it in a daze.
Jia Heng turned around and looked outside the green wall. His tone was no longer as oppressive as before, but was slightly softened. He muttered: "Your father suffered disaster for offending Prince Zhongshun's palace, and Prince Zhongshun and I have many disputes."
, you have also heard some things in the mansion, so I have no objection to you avoiding trouble in the mansion."
Miaoyu pursed her lips, heard the words, and stared at the young man standing with his hands behind his back.
Jia Heng said: "Similarly, I have no objection to your friendship with Fourth Sister, but I hope you can be a good teacher and friend."
Two people with eccentric and indifferent personalities hugged each other for warmth. As time went by, they began to think about the narrow-mindedness.
After Jia Heng finished speaking, he stopped talking.
Miaoyu stared at the young man who was facing her sideways, pondering the young man's words in her heart and remained silent.
At that time, the twilight was closing, and at the end of the day, the sky was dyed red by the sunset, and the inky sky was gradually eating away at the sunset. Only the thin light fell on the earth, reflecting on the eyebrows that stood like peaks and as tall as pillars.
On the bridge of the nose.
Half of the young man's angular face floats in the vast shadows, giving it a quiet and mysterious aura, like a sculpture.
The eyes under Miaoyu Liuye's slender eyebrows clearly reflected the stern face. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped the tears on her cheeks. After a while, the handkerchief
Twist it gently in your hands.
Because of his mysophobia, he has never used other people's handkerchiefs. It is still a man's thing.
"I will always enlighten her." Miaoyu was silent for a while, her face returned to calmness, and her voice was as clear and sweet as broken jade flowing from a spring. After thinking about it, she added: "Let her think in an open space."
Hearing this, Jia Heng turned to look at Miaoyu, smiled lightly and said, "If that's the case, I'd like to thank Master Miaoyu."
Miaoyu pursed her pink lips lightly, and after hearing the title of Master, she looked at the young man's indifferent and cold smile, lowered her eyes slightly, and said, "My father..."
At the end of the sentence, I hesitated to speak, but I didn't know how to speak.
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and said, "It's not too late to wait until Miss Miaoyu wants to talk about the past."
If Suzhou Weaver Chang Jin, the father of Miaoyu, said that he was an upright and honest official, he would not dare to say so.
After all, just by looking at the tea sets used by Miaoyu, we can see the wealth of his family. Miaoyu once said to Baoyu, "Is this a vulgar utensil? I'm not talking nonsense, I'm afraid you may not be able to find it at home."
Such a vulgar utensil."
Of course, it may also be that the Miaoyu family has been a famous official for many generations and has a lot of savings, which is unknown.
Jia Heng said: "If there is nothing else to do, I will take my leave first."
Miaoyu said "Hmm" and watched the young man turn around and leave along the corridor until he disappeared near the Moon Gate.
Just remembering the scene of the conversation with the boy just now, Beiqi bit his lip tightly. For a moment, his heart was filled with embarrassment and trembling, and the handkerchief in his palm was already clenched tightly... Izuku.
At that time, in Xichun's house, Ru Hua and the little girl Cai'er were sitting on a carved lacquered wood table with food brought from the kitchen. Suddenly they looked strangely at the man who was covering his face with a handkerchief and quickly entered the wing.
Xichun called out in surprise: "Girl, what are you..."
Xichun ignored Cai'er and Ru Hua, ran quickly into the inner compartment, lay down on the embroidered couch, covered herself with a quilt, and sobbed softly.
After a while, I calmed down, got up, wiped away my tears, and acted as if nothing had happened.
"Girl, it's time to eat." Ru Hua called in a low voice, frowned, and moved his lips: "Girl...are you okay?"
“What can happen to me?”
When he heard this, he was surprised and happy, and said: "Girl, let me tell you, when you are growing taller, it is not good to always eat something too light. It's a shame that Uncle Heng didn't stay to eat just now. If you see this, you should be angry.
, Miss, have you forgotten about the egg custard thing last time?"
"It turns out that Master Miaoyu is here, and he didn't want to offend her with his fishy smell." Xichun said softly.
But Miaoyu stood in the corridor for a while, in a daze. When the cool wind and chill came down, she felt a strange discomfort between her legs. She frowned, called the little girl, went to say hello to Xichun, and returned to her place.
Living in the courtyard.
After Miaoyu moved into Ning Mansion, she saw that she was in a relationship with Xichun. Under Qin Keqing's instructions, she stayed in another quiet courtyard next to Xichun's courtyard. She often went to Rong Mansion to discuss Buddhism with Mrs. Wang.
Inside the pavilion, the lights were brightly lit, and Miaoyu was sitting in the side room. The jade face under her bun was like frost. She looked down at the Buddhist scriptures, but she couldn't calm down for a while. She wrote a line of "Juanxiu" on the yellow paper in advance.
The small print: "If you want to be clean, you will never be clean. The clouds may not be empty."
Looking at it in trance, the ink from the woolen brush fell suddenly, staining the paper instantly, just like the beauty's body and mind.
"Amitabha."
Miaoyu's curved eyelashes concealed a touch of panic and panic. She put down her brush and softly said the Buddha's name. Her fair and jade-like face showed a complex look of shyness, confusion, and confusion.
"What Master said about waiting for the opportunity...should it be true for him?" Miaoyu raised her eyes and looked at the candlestick, her eyes reflected a cluster of erratic candle flames. She was uneasy and wanted to support herself.
Gua.
"It's hard to make divination if your mind is not at peace right now. You can wait until you take a bath, change clothes, burn incense and pray."
"Girl, the hot water is ready." At this time, a little girl came over and called in a low voice.
Miaoyu has always had a clean habit. Even in winter, she bathes almost every two days. In summer, she bathes almost once a day.
In fact, if Ru Miaoyu stayed in Muni Yuan, and her master had passed away, her usual diet and daily life could no longer support the exquisite life of this official lady, and she continued to pawn gold and silver utensils to survive.
This is also the reason why he stayed there permanently after receiving the invitation from Mrs. Wang and entering the Jia Mansion. Not only was he able to be protected.
It can be said that according to the original work, the Jia family almost did not let Miaoyu, who lived in Cuicui Temple, worry about daily expenses.
Miaoyu waved her hand and asked the little girl to step back, and slowly walked into the inner room. The thick curtain hung from the golden hook and fell behind her, bypassing a screen. The bathtub was steaming with steam and the aroma was fragrant.
The outer garment was removed, the inner garment was shaved off, and the shoulders were shaved off. The snowy back appeared under the orange light, and reflected on the glass screen, the figure was graceful and exquisite, with concave and convex shapes.
Miaoyu lowered her eyes, and as far as she could see, everything was smooth and clean, as if she had been shaved. She couldn't help but frown, her eyes were dim, and she felt a sense of irritation in her heart.
She was born to be an unlucky person...
As the saying goes, even if there is an iron threshold for a thousand years, there will eventually be... a soiled bun.
With a touch of complex emotions suppressed in her heart, Miaoyu stepped over the bamboo table with her tender little feet, and entered the bathtub with the sound of "clatter".
…
…
But he said that Jia Heng had left Xichun Courtyard and not long after leaving, he returned to the inner hall and saw Qingwen in a green waistcoat walking towards him quickly.
"Young Master, I was just looking for you. Grandma Zhu's maid, Bi Yue, came over to look for you." Qingwen said playfully as she approached.
Jia Heng nodded and said, "I was planning to go there, where is she?"
At this time, after walking a few steps, I saw the blue moon coming out of the curtain after hearing the movement outside the house.
Biyue is a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. When she saw Jia Heng, she quickly saluted, looking a little coy.
"Uncle, my grandma has prepared wine and food at home and is waiting for the uncle to come over."
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go."
For a widow, for the sake of her son's future, she invites him to take care of her...
That's why he didn't refuse.
In the courtyard of Rongguo Mansion, where Li Wan was located, the lights had already been turned on in the wing, and people could be seen looking forward and talking in low voices.
Li Wan is wearing a green-colored dress with a light yellow daisy embroidered on the collar. She has a heart-shaped bun, a green beaded hairpin on her head, and a forehead mop on her forehead. There are no other decorations. With no makeup on her pale face, she sat in the side room with her maid Suyun, arranging dishes.
Beside him, Jia Lan, who was wearing an azure round-neck shirt, was sitting behind a long lacquered wooden table, reading attentively under the light of a lamp.
Although it was the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, when thousands of families were celebrating, Jia Lan still did not dare to slack off and review his lessons under the guidance of Li Wan, a "loving mother".
Suyun put down a pair of chopsticks on the porcelain bowl and said softly: "Grandma, Uncle Heng is so busy, won't he be here soon?"
Li Wan frowned, put down the wine pot and wine cup, and said, "He is a trustworthy person. Since he asked the third girl to come over and inform him, he will definitely not break the appointment."
I remembered that when we first met, Mr. Heng also borrowed two books from Lange. She went to his home to ask for them, and when she saw the couplet, she still had an impression of what was written on it.
"I care about family affairs, national affairs, and world affairs. The sound of wind and rain and the sound of reading are all in my ears."
However, it was only a short time ago that this young man, who was born in a humble alley, had become the respected Uncle Heng in both the East and the West.
I have to sigh at the mysterious circumstances of life.
Just as Li Wan was thinking about it, a little girl's voice suddenly came from outside, "Grandma, Uncle Heng is here."
"Brother Lan, your Uncle Heng is here. Please go and greet me as your mother." Li Wan said softly with a look of joy on his face.
"Hey." Jia Lan responded quickly and put down the book in his hand, his pretty face also showing joy.
He had been hungry for a while, and when he smelled the aroma of the food, he felt hungry and thirsty in his belly, and stars were shooting out of his eyes.
It’s finally here…
Li Wan and Jia Lan left the wing and stood under the eaves of the corridor. They saw the tall and graceful young man beside Biyue who was holding a lantern. They called out: "Brother Heng, you are here."
Jia Lan on the side, approaching like a young adult, cupped his hands and called: "Uncle Heng."
When Jia Heng saw the mother and son coming under the eaves of the corridor, he nodded and apologized: "I kept my sister-in-law waiting for a long time."
Li Wan was startled when he heard the title of "sister-in-law", and then realized it. The smile on his elegant and beautiful face did not diminish, and he said softly: "It won't take long, just a while."
Jia Heng turned to look at Jia Lan and said with a smile: "Brother Lan, I look like he's turning around and running around again. He's almost the same for several days."
Jialan was a little embarrassed.
After exchanging pleasantries, they entered the hall.
It still has the layout of an outer hall and an inner chamber. The hall is divided by two screens. It is spacious and elegant, with tables and chairs arranged. They sit under the wall facing north and south, and on the long table, there are paintings hanging in the middle hall.
Blue and white porcelain vases were placed on the high tables on both sides, and several calligraphy and paintings were hung on the surrounding walls. Jia Heng sat down on a nanmu armchair without looking at it.
Suyun offers fragrant tea.
Li Wan smiled and said: "It turns out that because of Brother Lang's academic affairs, I have always wanted to ask Brother Heng to be my host. However, Brother Heng is busy with official duties and has only been celebrating the New Year for the past few days, so he finally has some free time."
Jia Heng said: "Sister-in-law, you are so kind. Lange'er is the academic seed in my clan. It is also my clan leader's wish to cultivate him into a talented person."
These are all formulaic statements.
After saying that, Jia Heng looked at Jia Lan aside and asked with concern: "Lang Geer, where did you read the Four Books and Five Classics?"
Jia Lan did not dare to neglect, and said in a crisp voice: "Uncle Heng, I have read Mencius now."
Jia Heng nodded and said, "Did the school say when the imperial examination will end?"
When Jia Lan heard this, his face was a bit shy. He glanced at his mother and whispered: "The teacher said, I'm afraid it will take another two or three years."
Jia Heng smiled and said with relief: "Then learn slowly, don't be in a hurry, you are still young."
Then, he asked about Jia Lan's situation in school, his relationship with his classmates, and his diet and daily life.
Li Wan smiled lightly, sat elegantly, and did not interrupt, quietly watching the uncle and nephew talk.
"Grandma, the dishes are ready." At this time, Suyun whispered.
"Brother Heng, why don't you eat first? Wait a moment or the food will get cold." Li Wanyu paused for a moment, and had no choice but to interrupt the conversation between his uncle and nephew, and said softly.
Jia Heng smiled and said: "Yes, I guess Lan'er is starving. My sister-in-law will let Lan'er eat something to cushion her next time."
With that said, he stood up and followed Jia Lan and Li Wan into the small hall.
I saw a round table filled with all kinds of dishes.
Jia Heng said: "Sister-in-law, this is so rich."
Li Wan looked a little embarrassed, smiled softly, and said: "It's a common meal, it's hard to describe the delicacies, it made Brother Heng laugh."
Suyun smiled and said: "Uncle, our grandma cooked this herself."
Jia Heng's face was straightened and he said: "Sister-in-law... you are taking too much trouble."
When Li Wan heard this, he glanced at Su Yun and whispered softly: "Don't listen to this girl's talkativeness. She only cooked a few dishes. I don't know if Brother Heng is used to it."
Li Wan sometimes worried that his son was not eating well, especially after Jia Lan went to school. Every time he came back from vacation, Li Wan would cook a few dishes, and his unfamiliar cooking skills gradually improved.
At Li Wan's greeting, Jia Heng sat down at the round table, stopped and picked up his chopsticks.
The maid Suyun on the side stepped forward and poured wine with her head down.
Li Wan explained: "Brother Heng, there is food but no wine, so it's a lot missing."
Jia Heng smiled and said, "Actually, I don't drink much, so I'll just be more casual as usual."
Li Wan nodded and said: "I'm not urging you to drink, I'm just preparing. Brother Heng can drink as much as he can."
Having said that, I actually don't want the boy across from me to drink, otherwise I will really get drunk.
Jia Heng looked at Jia Lan who was holding chopsticks and didn't seem to pick up food very much. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "Brother Lan, if you are hungry, just eat."
Jialan said "hmm".
Jia Heng picked up his chopsticks, put a handful of green vegetables in Jia Lan's bowl, and said softly: "Lang Geer, eat more, you are growing taller."
"Thank you, Uncle Heng." Jia Lan thanked him.
Seeing this scene, Li Wan smiled, picked up his chopsticks and said, "Brother Heng, let's eat too."
Jia Heng also lowered his head to eat the food and ate with Li Wan. Even if the conversation was about Jia Lan, it was basically centered on Jia Lan, and it was not easy to extend to other things. This itself was also the purpose of Li Wan's banquet.
After dinner, Jia Heng and Li Wan drank tea and talked, while Jia Lan wrote beside him with a brush.
"Sister-in-law, is uncle still in Jinling Imperial College now?" Jia Heng asked, picking up the teacup in his hand.
"My father became an official two or three years ago and now lives in Jinling. I even received a letter from him two years ago." Li Wan said softly.
Jia Heng nodded and said, "I see that Lan'er is talented and hard-working. If she can take the imperial examination well, I think our family will be able to get a top scholar, Hanlin or something."
When Li Wan heard this, he felt a little happy in his heart, but he said: "Hanlin doesn't dare to hope that Brother Lan can become a Jinshi, and I can explain it to his father who has gone."
When Jia Heng heard this, his smile faded and he solemnly said: "It's a pity for Brother Zhu. He is also a Wenhua seed. Alas..."
Li Wan Yurong also showed sadness and sighed softly.
Jia Heng didn't say much, but fell back on Jia Lan and said: "Sister-in-law, don't worry. If Lan'er takes the imperial examination, the family will definitely support her, and I will be interested."
Hearing this, Li Wan also turned around, looked at the young man opposite and said, "Thank you so much, brother Heng."
In fact, she was worried that because her mother-in-law was not dealing with this uncle Heng, it would hinder her Lan'er again. She would either suppress her or not take care of her. She would support other commoner children in the clan and neglect her Lan'er.
she……
Jia Heng exchanged a few words with Li Wan, glanced at the sky, and said softly: "Sister-in-law, it's getting late. You and Lang Ge'er should rest early. Lang Ge'er shouldn't let him stay up late for too long.
Oh, it hurts your eyes, it’s not a joke.”
Hearing this, Li Wan turned his eyes and glanced at Jia Lan, then stood up, looked at the young man opposite, and said, "Well, then I'll see Brother Heng off."
Jia Heng's expression paused and he said, "No need to give it away, just give me a lantern."
Next time he goes out, he should carry a lantern with him.
Li Wan still sent him to the eaves of the corridor and watched Jia Heng's light disappear around the corner of the corridor.
When Jia Heng left, Li Wan turned around and returned to the wing. Looking at the room that suddenly became empty again, he drove away the deserted thoughts from his heart. He pursed his lips and looked at Jia Lan, who was standing close and watching from the side.
My son writes.
"Lan'er, just rest, don't hurt your eyes." Li Wan said softly, remembering what the young man said just now.
Jialan said "hmm" and put the brush aside.
He has written seven or eight large-character articles so far in the afternoon, and his arms are sore from writing.
At this time, Suyun and Biyue came over and put away the pen and ink.
"Grandma, it's time to rest." At this time, Suyun whispered.
"Yes." Li Wan responded softly, came to the dressing table, and with the service of Su Yun and Bi Yue, took off the hairpin on his head and loosened the bun.
Li Wan looked at the face reflected in the mirror, whose youth had faded away and was completely devoid of charm. He raised his eyes to look at the night outside the window and sighed quietly.
Winter nights are always long...
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