Chapter 43 If you have poetry in your heart, time will never defeat a beauty
A night without words, till the end of the night.
As soon as dawn broke, Jia Heng got up, put on loose clothes, warmed up first, then did some strength-building exercises, and then threw a set of punches. For a long time, he felt a slight sweat on his body and felt extremely comfortable.
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In the east window room, Qingwen heard the noise and got up from the bed. While buttoning the brocade button on her front, she walked towards the threshold, leaning on the railing and looking at the handsome young man in the courtyard, his boxing skills were flourishing.
, it’s so pleasing to the eye that I can’t help but be stunned.
After a while, I saw the young man standing with his fists closed, walked to the edge of the well, filled a basin of water, and asked: "Master, why do you get up so early?"
Jia Heng took the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, chuckled and said: "The day's plan starts in the morning. I will be busier and busier in the future, but I can't let go of this punch. You little girl, you might as well sleep a little longer."
He not only had to study books and prepare for exams in the pavilion, which could not be interrupted at all, but he also had to take advantage of his rest day to go to Xie Zaiyi to practice riding and archery.
In the meantime, I have to go back and forth about my marriage to Qin Keqing, so I will indeed be very busy recently.
Qingwen curled her lips, twisted the towel, and choked: "How can there be any reason for the maid to still lie down when the master gets up?"
Obviously, for Qingwen, serving others has become a duty and habit.
Of course, Xu was also a little worried about being looked down upon by this young man.
Jia Heng said: "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, but you can go to bed earlier at night."
He felt that Qingwen, as she became more and more familiar with her, had shown some explosive temper, but if she was kept low and petty, she would no longer be Qingwen.
"I'm not sleepy. At worst, I'll just go back and take a nap." Qingwen said softly, handed the towel over, and said with a bit of curiosity in her almond-shaped eyes: "Master, are you going to the Imperial College later?"
Jia Heng nodded and said: "Well, I will be in prison for a while. I will leave early and come home late. You can just make up for your sleep while I am away."
"Aren't you going to come back for lunch?" Qingwen asked in a clear voice.
Jia Heng paused and said: "I estimated the distance yesterday. It will take an hour to go back and forth. I will rest in the prison at noon."
Originally, according to his original intention, he actually wanted to stay in prison directly, but after thinking about it, it was not appropriate, so he gave up in his heart.
When Qingwen heard this, she glanced at Jia Heng and said nothing.
At this time, Aunt Cai had also gotten up and went to cook.
Jia Heng finished washing up, went back to the house, changed his clothes, picked up his brush, and finished writing the second chapter of the manuscript.
"Young Master was writing last night, what is he writing about?" Qingwen asked curiously as she washed up in the room and entered the room through the curtain.
After all, the residence where Jia Heng lives is not like Rongguo Mansion. There are many maids of the same age who can still talk. Qingwen is at the innocent age of a little girl and has no one to talk to. Now she has nothing to say.
Jia Heng did not raise his head, writing quickly, and said: "Picture a story."
Jia Heng raised his eyes and glanced at the pretty face that came over to him. His bright eyes were full of curiosity, and he couldn't help but laugh: "I can't explain it in a few words. There is a manuscript there, pick it up and read it."
Seeing that Qingwen didn't move for a while, Jia Heng said: "Let's see if it doesn't matter."
Qingwen said angrily: "Young Master came here to make fun of me on purpose! These words recognize me, but I don't recognize them!"
She was sold back and forth when she was a child, and was sold to Grandma Lai when she was ten years old. Later, she was sent to the old lady of Jia Mansion to learn the rules from Qian'er. How could she learn to read?
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and said: "Girls, it's better to know some words. If you want to learn, I can teach you when I have time in the future."
Hearing this, Qingwen pursed her lips, raised her head to look at the young man, her eyes flashed, and she said softly: "Young Master, please don't be too careful and delay your study time."
In fact, it feels a little unreal in my heart. She is a maid who serves people, but she still has to read and write?
Jia Heng smiled and said: "You are still young. It is not too late to learn from the beginning. You are not learning these for the imperial examination. Reading can help you understand things. At least you will not be blind."
Xiangling is learning poetry in the Grand View Garden, but Qingwen can't read?
If the color is good but the mouth is like a knife, it will be difficult for people to like it.
Besides, he is not a masochist. He can learn from Baoyu and be choked back and forth by a girl.
Moreover, the more charming the color, the more you need to cherish it. It would be a pity if you can’t even read a few words.
Even if he is ill and brings Qingwen into his room, one day, the young, charming, innocent little girl will turn into an old lady. Who can guarantee that she will not be a mean and hateful Zhao?
Aunt?
A person is not good for a hundred days, and a flower is not as red as a thousand days.
Nothing has a beginning, nothing has an end.
Just as Baoyu said, before some women get married, they are just pearls. After they get married, they develop many bad problems for some reason. Although they are pearls, they have no luster and color, and are dead pearls...
They actually have fish eyes.
But Baoyu didn't ask why? What should I do?
As the saying goes, if you have poems and books hidden in your heart, time will never defeat the beauty.
Perhaps these women have never changed. It's just that before the age of twenty, they could be willful, beautiful, and innocent. But what happens when they grow old and lose their luster? Just like when they were young girls, they become a little sad.
Therefore, it is really undesirable to follow the five senses in your three views.
Fortunately, Qingwen's mind is not bad, and she never means harm to others. She has a mouth like a knife, a young lady's heart, and a maid's body. But no matter what, her nature is hard to change, but it is good to have a little understanding of things.
If the heart is broken, there is no hope.
Qingwen Jingying Yurong paused, faced the young man's gaze, shook her head, feeling a little afraid in her heart, her original arrogant and domineering appearance became a little weaker, and said: "Young master, it still can't be done, I...
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Jia Heng didn't say much, he took out a piece of paper, wrote two words in a flash, and said: "This is your name, you can remember it today, don't worry, I'm just looking for a way to relieve your boredom.
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With that said, he handed it to Qingwen, who was stunned on the spot.
He turned around and took out another blue-covered "Thousand-Character Classic" from the bookshelf. He smiled and said, "You should slowly recognize these characters. I will teach you. Even if you recognize three or five in a day,
After many years of promise, I will be able to recognize eight hundred Chinese characters."
The so-called Hebao tree is born from the ground, and the nine-story platform is born from the tired soil.
He didn't have any expectation that Qingwen would be able to recite poems and get it right in an instant. He started reading and writing to relieve his boredom. If he could send messages of affection and divert his attention, he would be able to avoid quarrels and disputes.
It is said that being charming and clever attracts people's resentment. Since the needlework girl is pretty good, I guess she is a clever and talented person, so she won't be too embarrassed.
In fact, for daily reading and writing, one or two thousand words is enough, and it only takes two or three years to learn it.
Qingwen stared at the paper with her name written in her hand, her eyes stuck in the black and white words on the paper, unable to leave for a long time. She suddenly raised her eyes and saw the seriousness in the brows of the young man opposite Qingjun. The gaze under the sword-shaped eyebrows,
It was even warmer, and I felt a little uneasy for a moment. My cherry lips twitched, a warm current surged up in my heart, and my nose gradually became sore.
Yesterday I felt like a vague outline of being like a father and a brother, but now...it's gradually becoming clearer in my heart.
Looking at Qingwen who looked like "I can't do anything anymore", Jia Heng's expression paused and he said warmly: "If I didn't know how to make friends, I would usually go home during the Youshi period and teach you how to read for half an hour a day. During the day, except for
Make some needlework and read this book. You should always find some hobbies and interests in this life."
Qingwen said "hmm" and nodded vigorously.
While the two were talking, Aunt Cai over there had already called Jia Heng to have dinner.
Jia Heng smiled and said: "Let's go, let's have some breakfast together first."
Qingwen nodded, put the book on the small table, and followed.