In the courtyard where Yuanchun was located, in the wing room, the mother and daughter were talking, surrounded by maids and the mother-in-law standing not far away with their hands down.
What Mrs. Wang just said, although it had more of a pique tone, fell on Yuanchun's ears, but it made him feel indescribably frightened.
If he is not the feudal lord, he has no reason to stop it, right?
In fact, she also wanted to know, Hengdi... would he stop her?
Well, what on earth was she thinking?
only……
I really want to know, will Hengdi allow her to marry someone else?
Together with these thoughts, they grew like wild weeds and vines, entangled in my heart almost within a breath.
"But Brother Heng, you agree."
Yuan Chun's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly. Thinking of this, her breathing stagnated and her heart ached.
She is of the same race as him, and although she has been on almost five servers, in the eyes of others... she cannot harm Brother Heng.
"Mom, can you allow me to think about this matter?" Yuan Chun's bright face suddenly turned gloomy.
In this era, the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers, if Mrs. Wang insists on doing so, Yuanchun will not be able to disobey them.
Mrs. Wang said in a low voice: "Big girl, think about it as soon as possible. This young handsome man is still an old relative of our family. His father is the chief military officer of the second grade. Although he is not as good as the King of Chu, he is only 2 years old."
You are already a general at twenty, so you can be said to be young and promising. When you pass through the door, you will become the main wife, and I will not wrong you."
In fact, in this era when women were allowed to marry when they were fifteen years old, Yuanchun was really... an old girl.
No matter how nice Jia Heng said at the beginning, he could not hide the embarrassing fact that if he didn't get married, he might be completely delayed.
In other words, it is impossible for Mrs. Wang to listen to Jia Heng's "fooling" with beautiful words for too long.
Uncle Heng is a powerful figure in the outside world. He is the governor of Jinyi and the deputy envoy of the Beijing Camp. As long as he wants to do anything, he can't get it done... but he still can't find a suitable match for his daughter?
Who believes it?
I'm afraid it's not that I can't find it, but that I deliberately delayed the eldest daughter of her family?
As for the Jia family's second wife's legitimate daughter, is it suspected of marrying off?
After Yuanchun came out of the waiting room in the palace, she was basically in the state of an older leftover girl. She completely cut off the possibility of being a good match, so she had no choice but to marry, which meant that she had to find a family lower than Jia's family to be entrusted to her for the rest of her life.
The King of Chu was almost overjoyed at the time, but was rejected by Jia Heng. How could Mrs. Wang not feel resentful?
Whose young master, who is fifteen or sixteen years old, is willing to marry an old girl in her early twenties?
Not to mention that Rongfu has lost its power now.
After someone "stood in the way" of marrying the feudal king as a concubine, Mrs. Wang had already decided to do the next best thing and planned to let Yuan Chun marry a general's son.
And this general, who was already in his early twenties and was already a senior general, was born as a son of a nearby general. From a family background, it was not an insult to his own daughter.
Mrs. Wang glanced at her daughter and said softly: "Tomorrow, if you think about it, you can go with me to your uncle's house and meet people behind the screen. You can't just listen to what your cousin-in-law says."
"Mom, is it too hasty?" Yuan Chun said with a frown in his heart.
Why are you going to your uncle's house to meet someone after just a few words?
Mrs. Wang chuckled lightly and said: "I am also waiting for the letter. I used to have a high standard, otherwise I would not have waited so long. Good girl, if I miss this village, I will not have this store. Okay, let's just say this."
Wait, it’s getting late, so you should take a rest earlier.”
Yuanchun looked stunned and had no choice but to send Mrs. Wang out of the wing.
As soon as Mrs. Wang left, the room fell into silence again. Only the vermilion candle on the high table was burning silently, and tears trickled down from the candle.
Yuanchun's heart was in a mess, and he looked at the candlelight in a daze.
Now she didn't even want to ask Hengdi.
After Mrs. Wang left, Xi Ren carefully turned around from behind the screen, holding a copper basin of hot water in his hand. His face was as red as an apple, with a soft and hazy look on his face, and he said: "Girl, at night.
It’s time to rest.”
Yuanchun turned her pretty face, said "hmm" softly, walked to the back room, and took off her jewelry in front of the dressing table.
"Girl, this jade necklace..." Xiren was attracted by the necklace Yuanchun took off, and subconsciously asked, but then he paused and changed his question: "Where to put it?"
She clearly remembered that a big girl should not have this kind of jewelry.
"Just put it in front of the dressing table. I will wear it tomorrow." Yuanchun said softly.
The attacker responded, took the necklace, rubbed the jade tiger, and secretly marveled.
Then, under Xi Ren's service, he began to wash his feet.
After that, he took off the light yellow clothes in the outside room, wore only his inner coat, lifted up the brocade quilt embroidered with peonies, and lay on the bed. As the curtains were lowered from the inside to the outside, he kept his bright eyes open for a while, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
I don’t know how long it took, but there seemed to be a light rain outside. The sound of rain hitting the windowsill and the rustling of leaves intertwined with a certain rhythm, like the best lullaby.
Yuanchun's eyelids were heavy, he turned over, and then fell into a drowsy sleep. It seemed like ripples of water appeared in circles, and the waves of light and shadow suddenly appeared. It was clearly a dream.
In the gloomy sky, people's figures look longingly, and the night falls.
Yuanchun looked at the figure in front of him, and couldn't help but feel curious. He felt that the street buildings were a bit familiar. Upon closer inspection, he saw a majestic white marble archway in front of him that was two feet high, with red stripes and green paint on the top of the archway, in the middle.
The square door head seems to be engraved with writing.
It's just like most fragmented dreams. No matter how carefully the dreamer looks at it, he can't clearly see the writing on it.
Yuanchun was no exception. He turned his attention to the grand and spacious streets, but the night was spreading down, and the roofs and eaves of the houses on both sides of the street were covered in the night, making them shadowy.
Looking further down, I saw my ancestors, mother, and aunts all wearing imperial makeup, waiting in line, followed by the Spring Festival sister wearing a gold silk phoenix on her head, a yellow-green coat and skirt, also wearing a beaded and green conch bun, yellow and green.
Sisters Tanchun and Xichun in jackets and skirts, as well as Baochai, Daiyu and other female relatives of the Jia family, all looked up eagerly.
Looking to the left, one can see that his father is wearing a black gauze on his head and a fifth-grade official uniform, with an anxious look on his fair face. His uncle and all the men in the mansion are also there.
Yuanchun was slightly surprised and thought, what are the whole family doing standing here on Ningrong Street at this time?
And... where is Hengdi?
As for the handwriting on the head of the archway, it seems that it gradually became clear in the dream with Yuanchun's mental activities. Before the last golden afterglow of the sky in the west dispersed, the three characters "Ningrong Street" suddenly appeared.
Then, with the sound of the eunuchs clapping their hands as they came and went, after a while, I saw the sound of gongs and drums, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestral music, a group of palace maids holding banners, umbrellas, and eunuchs, surrounded by eight people wearing glass hairpins.
Lift the sedan chair and come slowly.
The umbrella canopy behind them was covered with lights, and behind them, greeted by the male and female family members of Rongguo Mansion, a grand and noisy procession entered the gate of Rongguo Mansion.
"Who is this? How come there is such a big pomp?" Yuan Chun felt curious and watched the eight-carriage sedan entering the Rong Mansion gate attentively.
And just at this moment, clusters of fireworks rose "bang" over the gate tower of the century-old Duke's residence, exploding continuously in the night sky. The fireworks were colorful, with brilliant light and shadow, and the main gate of Rongguo Mansion and the red pillars hung on the pillars.
The lantern swayed with the wind for a long time.
Yuanchun's eyes narrowed, and he was startled again. He saw the beauty entering from the main entrance, surrounded by female officials and eunuchs, wearing a emerald phoenix crown and a yellow robe embroidered with dragons and phoenixes in auspicious patterns.
Surrounded by several female officials, he came slowly.
"This, why is it me?"
This thought has not yet caused a storm, but light and shadow are intertwined, and dreams are shuttled.
The next dream scene is like a smudged ink painting on white rice paper.
I saw the lake shrouded in night, with strings of colorful lights, as bright as the clouds. The shadows of the lights, accompanied by the shadows of the boats, were all reflected on the lake. Suddenly, the sound of drums and drums could be faintly heard from all directions.
After a while, a two-foot-long orchid boat floated on the mirror-like lake surface. An exquisite octagonal palace lantern was hung on the beam at the head of the boat. The faint circle of light and shadow cast a figure in a Luanfeng skirt and a light yellow cloak.
Women reflect graceful grace, calm demeanor and graceful body.
Surrounded by the female officials, the woman stood on the bow of the boat. Under the tassels of her emerald wind crown, her elegant and graceful face showed a faint smile, and her beautiful eyes looked around at the lotus palace lanterns on the lakeside.
"Is this the lake that Qinfang River... leads to?" Yuanchun thought like this, but as if he was blessed, a thought suddenly occurred to him, "Is this the garden that Brother Heng asked him to build before?"
At this time, I looked up and saw the handwriting engraved in the middle of the white jade archway, which I couldn't see clearly.
"Your Majesty, we're just ahead." The female official held Yuan Chun's arm and called in a low voice, which sounded like holding a piano.
Dreams are often absurd, and the perspective often switches back and forth between the first perspective and the God's perspective, but each fragment is a splicing of subconscious light and shadow.
Yuanchun's heart skipped a beat, and he frowned, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.
But she was shocked by this title. Why did she call her empress?
Although she entered the palace, she was only a female historian, and... she had already left the palace.
At this time, he didn't care about this, or rather unconsciously, he walked slowly and slowly, abandoning the orchid boat and landing. The light and shadow changed again, and he suddenly entered the bright hall.
"Since you sent me to that invisible place that day, it's easy to reunite with you during the Lantern Festival today. Why are you crying today instead of talking or laughing?" Yuan Chun looked at the woman quietly and said softly, and then talked to a girl.
The female relatives hugged each other and cried.
Everyone was busy chatting for a while.
After a while, Yuan Chun looked at everyone with happy faces, but Jia Heng was not seen. He was confused and asked: "Why isn't Brother Heng here?"
Jia Mu, Mrs. Wang: “???”
At this time, the woman asked again: "Why don't you see Baoyu?"
"Outside men are not allowed to enter without permission," Jia Mu said calmly.
Yuanchun gave instructions to the female officer beside him.
After that, Baoyu entered the bright hall, and suddenly the light and shadow slowly dispersed again...
This seems to be a long dream, I don’t know how long it will be, maybe it will be two or three years ago.
At this time, Yuanchun discovered that as far as he could see, several horses were coming and going non-stop. Outside the Rongguo Mansion, teams of Jinyi Mansion guards were surrounding the mansion, and it was completely blocked inside and outside.
"A first-class mighty general, a smuggler and smuggler. He has deeply failed me and has deprived him of his title..." The pale-faced and beardless eunuch unfolded the imperial edict, recited it loudly, and then said to the Jia family members who were kneeling below: "Accept the edict."
Not long after, King Zhongshun and a middle-aged man wearing a scarlet official robe and a black gauze hat were the same Jiayu Village seen in the daytime.
Jia Yucun leaned close to King Zhongshun and whispered: "Your Majesty, the former Jiangnan Zhen family and Jinling historian were convicted and confiscated. Their gold and silver property should have been confiscated and brought into the officialdom, but a lot of the property was hidden in the Jia family."
, please allow me to go and check it carefully."
Prince Zhongshun twirled his beard, raised his face with pride, nodded, took steady steps, sat behind the case, and said: "Then copy it carefully."
"Where's Brother Heng? Why don't you see him?" Yuan Chun felt anxious when he saw the scene of ransacking the house and asking for guilt. He suddenly thought of Jia Heng, but it was as if he had never seen Brother Heng here.
In such a dream, none of the scenes can be found in the previous reality.
King Zhongshun, Jia Yucun and Jia She ransacked their homes and were exiled. The light and shadow consciousness of the past few days, like memories at the bottom of the sea, suddenly surged out, forming a "ridiculous" and "difficult to distinguish true from false" Yuan Chun dream.
But when Yuanchun was secretly worried, light and shadow suddenly intersected, and he saw in the courtyard, his father, mother, uncle, aunt, maid, and mother-in-law all walked out of the gate of Rongguo Mansion with their heads downcast.
No, this is all fake, it can’t be...
With Brother Heng here, it won't happen.
Yuanchun was panicking, just like a dreamer who has fallen into some kind of horrific nightmare and can't run away.
Yuan Chun could only watch as his father, uncle and Jia Lian were put in chains. The other female family members were in despair. They followed closely, including many familiar faces, such as Sister Feng, Ping'er and others.
Guards wearing flying fish uniforms and embroidered spring knives escorted him out of the gate of Rongguo Mansion.
The two guards in brocade robes standing in the corridor holding swords on guard each held a seal with an official seal and pasted it on the copper-ringed vermilion door of Rongguo Mansion, forming a seal with the word "X".
The red official seal stamped on it was so bright and dazzling that for some reason, it squirmed as quickly as blood and gradually took over Yuanchun's mind. Fear flooded Yuanchun's dreams like a tide.
ah……
Yuanchun woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and was filled with fear. He suddenly found himself lying on the embroidered couch.
"It turned out to be a nightmare." Yuan Chun breathed a sigh of relief and tried to get up, but found that he couldn't move his limbs.
Look at the red curtain above the head, which seems to be decorated with colorful ribbons.
"Sister, are you having a nightmare?"
At this moment, a familiar warm voice seemed to sound deep in his heart, which made Yuanchun slightly surprised. He turned around and saw the young man sitting on the bedside with warm eyes.
On the high table behind him, the two red candles with golden double happiness characters were burning silently, and the bright light and shadow flickered on the young man's face, and the outline of his face seemed to be hidden in the dreamlike light and shadow.
"Brother Heng, I just had a dream. I dreamed..." Yuanchun was able to stand up this time, looked at the young man, and narrated the dream. He felt that his stern, straight face was extremely strange at this moment.
Peace of mind.
"Sister, a lot of things have happened at home. I may have been thinking too much recently." The young man stretched out his hand to touch his shoulders, hugged Yuan Chun into his arms and comforted her, his voice carrying a calming and calming tone, "It's late at night.
Come on, big sister, let’s go to bed early.”
"Yeah." Yuanchun responded softly. For some reason, he felt ashamed.
Then he raised his eyes and saw that Hengdi had taken off his clothes, then lifted the brocade quilt and lay down with him.
Yuan Chun blushed with embarrassment and whispered: "Brother Heng, what are we doing here?"
"Didn't we just get married?" The young man's voice seemed a bit ethereal.
Yuanchun was stunned for a moment, and the fragments of deep memories suddenly appeared. Yes, she and he had been married.
At this moment, connect the last dream at this moment.
Then, there was a rustle and the thought moved, but the skirt had long since disappeared.
However, Yuanchun was waiting for something, and suddenly looked at the young man with his head bent in surprise.
"Brother Heng, don't..."
At the same time, when Yuanchun was immersed in dreams, a spring thunder suddenly sounded in the sky in the courtyard of Rongguo Mansion.
In the fifteenth year of Chongping, the Waking of Insects came unexpectedly.
And a spring rain that had been brewing in the heavy clouds for several days no longer pattered, but "crash", lapping on the gloomy roof ridges. After a while, mist rose up, and the rain slowly fell.
It flowed and fell along the eaves, soaking the clusters of green moss under the eaves.
"Um……"
The woman on the bed suddenly woke up with a cry at this moment. A fine layer of sweat had already oozed from her smooth and jade-like forehead. Her face, which used to be as white as snow and as beautiful as a painting, was as red as fire.
Even my clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Am I... being possessed by a nightmare, or a dream within a dream..." Yuan Chun's beautiful eyes were focused, condensed from a trance, and he frowned as he thought.
He took the handkerchief from the side and wiped his forehead.
Beiqi bit her lip, her cheeks burning hot again.
How could she have such a shameless dream?
This time, Hengdi "bullied" her not to mention it, but he did it like he did to the eldest princess...
Yuanchun was confused for a moment. He just listened to the spring thunder rolling outside, and then he couldn't help but recall the scenes in the dream.
The Lantern Festival with gorgeous fireworks, the splendid red lanterns, the shadows of orchid boats floating on the lake... and the last two dazzling red seals.
Yuanchun didn't know why, but suddenly there was a feeling of fear in his heart.
"There was no Hengdi in the dream, and the house was ransacked..." Yuan Chun propped up an arm and turned slightly sideways, ignoring the sticky feeling, staring and thinking.
It can be said that the girl's dream originated from Jia She's thoughts every day and dreams every night after he was exiled.
There are poems to prove it:
After twenty years of distinguishing between right and wrong, the pomegranate blossoms bloom to illuminate the palace.
The three springs compete for the first spring scene, and the tiger and the tiger meet and return from a great dream.
Ningguo Mansion, inner study room
It was already midnight, and Jia Heng felt something in his heart when he heard the rolling spring thunder of Waking of Insects. He stood up from his desk, opened the window and looked out at the night outside.
At that time, the spring rain hit the bamboo forest, and the sound of the rockery rang out one after another. The world was so quiet that it was unspeakable. On the corridor beside the flower wall, hanging lanterns were swaying. The firelight reflected on the cracks of the flower wall, and you could see the rainwater flowing down and dripping.
Moisturizing the lush vines and Xueli under the wall.
The sky and the earth seemed to be in the dense raindrops, gradually blurring the vision. Jia Heng stood with his hands behind his hands, listening to the spring thunder, his thoughts were flying, and his shadow was cast on the wall. The couplets hanging on the wall, "family affairs" and "state affairs", were exactly the words on the young man's shoulders.
cover.
"Sir, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet?" At this moment, Qingwen, wearing a small red jacket, half wearing embroidered shoes, stretched out her little hand to cover her mouth, and asked as she yawned.
He obviously woke up due to urination, got up from bed, and then looked at Jia Heng's study room where the lights were still on.
Because Jia Heng wanted to process official documents in batches in the study, he told Qin Keqing in advance who had delivered the Tremella Fungus and Lotus Seed Soup in Haishi. Qingwen, who had always been Jia Heng's personal maid, was sleeping not far from the study.
"It's okay, I'm going to sleep now. Why don't you put on more clothes to avoid catching a cold." Jia Heng said with a chuckle, and looked up at Qingwen, who was wearing clothes and had a slender figure. She felt that she was charming in the past.
The pretty little girl, with her sleepy eyes, has a rare sense of coquettishness.
Qingwen came forward and helped Jia Heng pour a cup of tea. She looked at the young man with a softer expression under the light and said softly: "Master, don't stay up too long, your health is important."
Jia Heng gently closed the window, turned to look at Qingwen, smiled, and said: "There was such a big thunder just now. After this rain, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. Spring has finally arrived."
Qingwen looked at the young man. For some reason, she always felt that there was something in her young master's words, so she softly said "hmm".