The night is dim and the lanterns have just started to light up. From the main gate to the ceremonial gate, the eaves, courtyard pillars, window panes, and portals are all hung with colorful red lanterns, reflecting the beautiful curtains and colorful curtains.
Jia Heng had just entered the inner hall, sat down and was about to order someone to prepare hot water for bathing. Suddenly he saw Qingwen walking towards her, twisting her waist like a water snake, and said, "Master, Miss Bao is here and she wants to see you for something."
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Jia Heng thought about it and guessed that he was probably here for his brother Xue Pan, and ordered: "Go and send her a message. First, wait in the study room in the west wing, and then go over after I take a shower and change clothes."
Qingwen responded, then ordered a little girl to go, saying: "Master, I will serve you to bathe and change clothes."
Jia Heng said: "I'm a little tired today."
At the eldest princess of Jinyang, she didn't even eat lunch, she only ate some snacks, and then she kept fussing over it, as if she was trying to make up for the debt with interest, and if Qingwen squeezed it again, she was afraid that her iron-clad body would be broken.
Can't stand it.
When you are young, be wary of sex.
Qingwen knitted her beautiful eyebrows and came close, but she smelled a faint scent on Jia Heng's body. She felt a little suspicious in her heart, but she didn't insist anymore and said: "Then I will give it to the young master."
Get your clothes ready."
Jia Heng turned around and entered the side room, took a shower, and then put on an azure-colored Su Jin crew-neck shirt. After thinking about it, he hid the hairpin he bought earlier in his armhole and headed toward the study.
There are two inner study rooms, the east and west wings. The east wing study is usually used to deal with confidential matters. Except for Tanchun who comes and goes on weekdays, few people come there. The other inner study room in the west wing is used to deal with confidential matters.
When you have free time in the front yard, you can read a book, receive guests, or just rest.
At this moment, in the study room in the west wing, Wen Long's plump figure was sitting under the embroidered pier next to the large table, waiting quietly.
The man was wearing a light pink cross-collar cotton-padded jacket and a green-yellow satin dress. He was holding a stack of manuscripts in his hands, with a focused look on his eyebrows, and his moist apricot eyes sparkling with dew.
There was a candlelight lantern on the side, and the glowing light shone on the face, adding a touch of softness to the smooth, creamy skin, and the dotted red lips shone with a gleaming light.
I flipped through a page and suddenly heard the sound of chirping coming from inside the room. I looked up and saw many men with slender shoulders, slim waists, and green waistcoats, walking back into the hall.
Qingwen held a teapot and said with a heavy smile: "Girl, wait a moment, your young master is still bathing and changing clothes. He will be here soon."
Wenlong looked at Qingwen and knew that she was the most capable maid beside this person. He smiled heavily and said softly: "Looking at the manuscript, I feel relieved."
Qingwen looked at Duonan, who had a dignified temperament and a bright smile, but she didn't like him very much. She turned around and poured a cup of fragrant tea and said, "Girl, drink tea."
Zhou Shun said "No trouble" and took the tea cup, but did not move it for a moment.
Qingwen looked at the Eight Kingdoms dialect book next to Wenlong and asked with a smile: "Miss, are you reading the Eight Kingdoms dialect book written by the young master?"
Wenlong nodded and said: "I was just reading Green Plums Cooking Wine and Talking About Heroes. It was really well written. If he is not interested, he can read it in his free time."
Thinking of this, I once again thought of what is written in the book: "A hero has small ambitions, no good plans, no opportunity to hide the universe, and a man who swallows the ambitions of heaven and earth."
Among the Seventeen Beauties of Jinling, Wenlong was the only one with political ambitions. When he saw such a sentence, his heart was inevitably filled with emotion.
Of course, it is less of a way to read books and know people. Duonan wanted to know what kind of person Baochai was.
Fortunately, the Eight Kingdoms version of the story has not yet been completed. But when the Eight Kingdoms version is completed, whether someone is Zhuge who worked hard and died before death, Cao Cao, the traitor who led the Han Dynasty to conquer the west, or Sima Yi, who is old and treacherous, I'm afraid it will be a mystery.
I know that few people have known it before and suddenly realized it.
Qingwen said in a charming voice: "Although you are disliked by the young master and you know a few words, the Eight Kingdoms dialect is so profound and obscure that I can only understand it."
Qingwen's literacy time is still short, and it is only enough for writing, so it seems that it is not difficult to read and write.
Wen Long's voice was deep and soft, and he said with a smile: "It's quite difficult. When you read the first book, you may not understand it at all. If you read less, it will be fine. In fact, you can take the opportunity to learn less words."
What? Besides, you are usually next to his young master, and if there is no one who knows a little bit about it, you can always ask the book writer for advice, which is much cheaper than others."
That Duo Nan, who is always at peace and self-sufficient, can always speak something that speaks to people's hearts. Even Aunt Zhao has to say, "The reason is that others say that this precious girl is good and good at being a good person. She is very young."
Fang... if this is Lin girl, I will look at you ladies in the eyes, and besides, will I be willing to give you something?"
After hearing those words, Qingwen's liking for Duo Nan increased for a moment, but she didn't know what she thought of. She felt ashamed and said, "You can take a look at this in your spare time."
It seems wrong for you to ask your young master like this?
Wenlong looked at the charming Duo Nan with his charming eyebrows, and caught the unmistakable look of joy in his eyes. His almond-shaped eyes flashed, and he said a heavy "hmm" before picking up the tea cup and taking a sip.
Many of the men behaved elegantly. Although they were merchants, they did not have a gentle, intellectual and bookish air about them.
Qingwen asked curiously: "What books does the girl usually read?"
Wenlong smiled again and replied: "Reading some poetry anthologies and so on. Recently, I have been reading some history books. I just flip through them casually to pass the time. I usually don't read them."
Qingwen's face showed a look of envy as she said, "He, Miss Lin, and Miss Eight have all read a lot of books."
Wenlong put down the book and said: "There are also some people who read less and more books. The man is also a member of the imperial examination, so reading less and more books is not a big problem."
Hearing this, Qingwen frowned and said loudly: "Young Master usually likes those kinds of words."
Wenlong's jade face was slightly stagnant, a trace of thought appeared in his almond-shaped eyes, and he said with a smile: "Then you actually know Zhiheng, but what do you think, brother Zhiheng, on weekdays?"
Even though you have never had close contact with this person, you actually know me too well and can only figure out my preferences.
"The young master taught you to read and write, saying that even if you pass the imperial examination, you can still read and understand. The day after tomorrow, you learned 700 characters. The young master also gave you two mottos, which seemed to be talking about studying." Qingwen
Said with a heavy smile.
Originally, Qingwen had recognized 700 characters, but Baochai casually wrote two mottos as encouragement the next day.
Hearing this, Wen Long felt a little interested. He raised his moist apricot eyes and said intentionally, "What motto?"
Qingwen's eyes were lost in thought and she read loudly: "If there are no poems and books hidden in the heart, time will never destroy a beautiful woman."
Obviously, the motto has been turning over and over in Qingwen's mind for a long time, and she remembers that every word is wrong.
When Wenlong heard the words, he tasted the words, his bright eyes glowed, and he had something to say for a moment.
"What did they two say?"
At that moment, Baochai stepped into the study and looked at the seven people who were talking.
Qingwen raised her smooth and round chin and said with a smile: "Master, I'm talking to Miss Bao about studying."
"There's nothing to say about studying." Baochai said solemnly, then sat down and took the fragrant tea from Qingwen, then looked at Wenlong and asked, "What did Sister Xue do for Jia?"
What happened to Heng?"
Wen Long nodded, keenly aware of the coldness of the other party for many years, his heart skipped a beat, but his face was animated and he said: "It's my brother's business. I want to trouble Brother Lao Heng."
Seeing this, Qingwen knew that the seven of them wanted to talk about something, so she left the study.
However, as soon as Qingwen left, Baochai sat close behind, under the embroidered pillar next to Wenlong. In the shyness of many men, he took a soft, white plain hand and asked: "Sister Xue
, was it aunt who asked him to come here?"
Wenlong lowered his head slightly, his face as white as a pear, already flushed with two blushes, and suddenly there was a sense of shame in his heart. He pinched his handkerchief and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng,
Mom said she wanted to invite him to a banquet to discuss your brother’s affairs, when will Brother Heng be free?"
"I have no time in those days." Zhou Shun said casually, thought for a moment, and asked, "Is Zhou Shun's injury getting better?"
"It's better." Zhou Shun said seriously.
Baochai nodded and said, "It's too late to wait until after the Lantern Festival for dinner."
After saying that, he took out the long brocade box hidden outside the armhole and said warmly: "I bought him a hairpin and he will see if he is disgusted or disgusted."
Wenlong turned his eyes away and looked at the brocade box. He was stunned for a moment, and said with surprise and joy: "Brother Heng, why did you suddenly give that to you?"
Baochai sighed heavily and said: "We will say goodbye next time. I was busy with official duties and it didn't last for a few days. I went to the Yamen the day after tomorrow. Suddenly I passed by the back of the square and saw a jewelry store. I left and went shopping. I remembered
If he wears that, it will look good, right?"
I thought about it, wait until it’s my birthday before giving me gifts. There are always no surprises. Well, I needed to buy less in the past.
When Wen Long heard the words, his jade face was beautiful, his bright apricot eyes were like autumn water, and he said softly: "Brother Heng..."
Thinking of you...
At that time, Baochai opened the brocade box and saw a crested hairpin lying quietly in the box, with beaded necklaces wrapped around it, and the whole body was shining.
Zhou Shun turned around and saw Duonan's plump face full of joy, and said warmly: "You put it on my sister... don't do it."
"Yes." Wenlong responded seriously, leaning up slightly to facilitate his movements.
A crested hairpin swayed heavily between the lush green temples, adding to the beauty.
Zhou Shun looked at it and said with a smile: "It matches my sister's temperament quite well."
Zhou Shun was filled with joy at that time, and he also raised his eyes to look at the person who had been there for so many years. His crystal eyes reflected this clear and straight face.
Their eyes met, and when Zhou Shun got closer, he saw that Wen Long had closed his eyes in a slight panic and stirred the handkerchief with both hands.
"Hmm~"
The Baochai plopped down its two petals.
A little less slow and carefree than the next time, this moment is fast and orderly, strolling leisurely, capturing the softness and delicateness inch by inch, the sweetness and clearness soaking into the heart, and the snow shoulders are trembling heavily in the palms.
Just like holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rain alley in the south of the Yangtze River, the spring is dark and beautiful, the grass is long and the orioles are flying. A few pear blossoms poke out from the white walls and green eaves.
, a few pieces of pear blossoms fell on Qing Shi's shoulders with a sound.
A long time ago, Baochai put her arms around the shoulders of many men, hugging the rosy and beautiful Zhou Shun. The warm voice of the past sounded in the ears of many men: "My sister usually wears beaded flowers, but that skirt looks really good."
Semi-new is old.”
Wenlong leaned his head on Baochai's shoulder and said in a serious voice: "You used to love those little things. After all, you have to wear the clothes yourself. As long as they are more comfortable, brother Ruoheng is disgusted, so he prepared a few brighter colors."
clothes."
Baochai said: "I know from the beginning that the flowers are beautiful, no matter how affectionate they are, they are moving. My sister is just fine like that, and you are very happy to see her."
When Wen Long heard this, he pursed his lips and read two lines of poetry. Ripples of shame and joy arose in his heart, and he said loudly: "Brother Heng is too praised."
You originally saw that this person likes to dress up in fancy clothes. Maybe I like that kind of dress. It's just that you are a boudoir man and it's too easy for you to dress up like that.
Baochai felt Duo Nan's joy and thought.
In terms of Zhou Shun's appearance, "Yong Bai Haitang" is exactly his true portrayal.
I know it is my misunderstanding. Wen Long is dressed in a gorgeous dress or a red wedding dress, but he still has a gentle and pleasant charm.
It can be said that if we use flowers to represent people, no one is like a red peony, no one is like a rose, but Zhou Shun is like a white begonia, bright but charming, dignified and square.
Of course, I guess that Wenlong's real idea may be to either wear a small make-up or a dress with dragon, insignia and phoenix patterns.
Otherwise, there will be no words like "Who is his sister? The one wearing the dragon robe underneath is the sister."
Baochai thought for a while and then said: "Next time, look at the few furnishings outside my sister's room. They are actually simple and elegant. It can be seen that my sister usually has a calm temperament and is content."
Zhou Shun said solemnly: "You are also used to using these flashy and luxurious utensils."
When Baochai heard this, he smiled and said: "She is so virtuous and lovely. If anyone marries my sister, it will be a blessing for eight lifetimes."
Wenlong was able to live a life of sharing joys and sorrows. He lamented the virtue of idleness, but he pitied his talents. A man with the virtue of idleness would naturally be willing to help each other and urge his husband to retreat.
Wen Long's jade face paused slightly, and his heart trembled slightly. Some words came to his lips and he wanted to ask, but he didn't dare.
After thinking for a while, he changed the subject and asked casually: "After the Lantern Festival, Brother Heng should be more busy, right?"
Baochai said: "Before the Lantern Festival, all the new policies of the imperial court will be withdrawn, and the government will be rectified and so on. In recent days, offices such as Jingying, Qicheng Military and Horse Division, and Jinyi Mansion have all been opened. It's time to pass, no matter how busy we are.
There is still no time for dinner when he comes back, and there is still no seventy-one child for him. That is the first child he had before going to Beijing, right?"
Zhou Shun was slightly happy, and two blushes appeared under Li Rui's snow-white face. He pursed his lips and said, "It turns out that Brother Heng still remembers."
Baochai smiled and said: "How could you forget? You are still thinking about where we should go to play. He has just come to Shenjing. He must have never visited many places of interest. Let's go and see it together."
Hearing this, Wen Long seemed to have sketched out in his eyes the scene of him and his wife traveling together and admiring the spring scenery. His eyes were dazed, and then he turned around and said firmly: "I'm afraid...it's just a little convenience for little brother Heng."
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Baochai said: "On the seventy-seventh or seventy-eighth day, he will go with you to send Jia Heng to the Seven Cities Military and Horse Division. When he comes back, we can see the spring scenery and relax."
There are few people in Lixiangyuan, especially now that the Seventh House of Rongning is paying close attention to my schedule. If I go there frequently, some gossips will inevitably happen. That’s why I go to Lixiangyuan often.
Hearing this, Wen Long stared at Niannian and said softly: "Your brother, I... have decided to go to the Seven Cities Military and Horse Division in the first month of the year. Brother Heng, do you think there is nothing difficult about it?"
Baochai caressed the slender shoulders of many men and said warmly: "It's okay to leave after the first lunar month, but it's better to go early. Jia Heng and I will only stay for eight years. At this time, I am a few years younger and know some things about the world."
, just in time to start a family and establish a household."
Wen Long stood up in silence, his hand hidden in his sleeve tightly squeezed the handkerchief, raised his beautiful face, and said unconsciously: "But mom is still worried. The day after tomorrow, she also said that she went to the Seven Cities Soldiers and Horses
Si, I also informed you that it would delay my brother’s marriage.”
Baochai glanced at Duo Nan, who had a beautiful face, and guessed some of his thoughts, and said slowly: "The woman is okay. In eight years, Jia Heng will only be fourteen or fourteen years old. That will be too late. On the contrary,
Man...Auntie, can't you push your sister?"
As he said that, he looked at the shy-looking Duo Nan, and saw that Duo Nan's expression was somewhat strange.
I can naturally see some of Wenlong's thoughts, which are not that he hates getting married, but that he is worried.
Having seen hundreds of stories about people from the Yuan Dynasty, have you ever seen the story of a man who was unlucky and was in trouble and finally gave up?
When Wen Long heard this, his jade face condensed slightly, and he suppressed the thought of mentioning the story of a good marriage, and said in a low voice: "Is this... whether it is true or not."
Baochai thought for a while and said solemnly: "If it is Wu Zang, my sister drags my aunt first. After all, in those seven or eight years, I will eventually let my sister down."
I can still give Zhou Shun a clear deadline.
If you do what you say, it will be what you say.
But now Wenlong has no sense of danger at all, and Aunt Xue has made some trouble at home. If it affects Wenlong's reputation, it will be a good time.
In fact, at that time, given the closeness between Wenlong and I, we should have made a more precise promise.
Otherwise, if Zhou Shun wants to take a step back, he will also worry about being valued by me if he wants to manipulate me.
Wenlong is okay, but it has never been a problem. Regardless of whether it is the Xue family or the Wang family, even if I propose marriage now, I will only be ecstatic and happy to see it happen.
But the time now is actually too ripe, and having just sent my brother away, there is no sense of deja vu at all, even if Wen Long is his equal wife, it is not a bit aggrieved.
you.
Hearing this, Wen Long was moved deep in his heart. For a moment, he felt his nose was slightly sore. He turned his bright eyes, which were as moist as water, and looked at them for many years. There seemed to be no crystal clear eyes.
He stood up and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng."
The heart that had always been hung up seemed to be relieved.
Does anyone know what a risk it is for a man who has not yet left the court to have an affair with a married woman? No one is qualified to compare with the eldest princess of Jinyang.
Moreover, due to some of Baochai's other reasons, he is really in a state of "dare to ask any questions".
Baochai said sternly: "If it really comes to this point, he can just mention you in front of my aunt. It can be said that he and you are in love with each other and have been committed to life, but you hope that your sister can wait another seven or eight years, right?"
I think I have wronged my sister, but I came here just so that my sister can stay with my sister in the boudoir for a few more years."
Wenlong thought about the words he had said for many years, and his almond-shaped eyes flashed, especially "I have wronged you by waiting for seven or eight years." He suddenly realized it in his mind.
I want to give you a status...
If I have accomplished some small feats in the future, I can ask the Heavenly Family for a marriage or even a royal decree... is it possible?
Wen Long suppressed some trivial thoughts in his heart, said "hmm" a little shyly, and said in a trembling voice: "You... you listen to Brother Heng."
Zhou Shun nodded, grabbing the delicate catkins with one hand, and stroking Wenlong's shoulder with the other, saying warmly: "Sister, I used to come here often for Jia Heng's affairs. It's convenient for you to go to Lixiangyuan.
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When Wen Long heard this, his cheeks turned red with embarrassment, both in response and in recognition.
What else can you do if you come here, have a tryst, be intimate...