In the courtyard of Xichun, in the Miaoyu Wing, candlelight dances, figures appear, borneol mixed with licorice, and green smoke of musk curl up from the incense cage.
On the bed, a nun wearing a monk's robe decorated with moon-white ice silk, her black hair draped over her shoulders, her cold jade face without any powder, the aura of illness has gone, she no longer looks haggard, her complexion is rosy, and her face is as rosy as clouds.
Daiyu gave birth to a baby, and Miaoyu still sent a birthday gift, but she did not go to join in the excitement of Tianxiang Tower. At this moment, she was holding a book of Three Kingdoms dialects in her hand, covering it gently, and murmured:
"How many things have happened in the rise and fall of the ages, long and long, there will be no waste of rivers flowing through the ages..."
The more I read this Three Kingdoms dialect book, the more I am fascinated by it.
Like a golden war and an iron horse, a magnificent historical picture unfolds between the lines.
When my thoughts were uncertain, suddenly, a nanny came into the hall and whispered: "Miss, Miss Xichun is here."
Miaoyu frowned slightly, feeling something in her heart. She quickly put down the book in her hand and stared, only to see that Xichun had bypassed the screen and entered the side room.
The girl was wearing a pale pink jacket and a pale bamboo-green double-breasted jacket. She was petite and exquisite, with a look of concern on her face that was slightly covered with frost.
"Where did you come from?" Miaoyu stood up and asked.
Xichun sat down and said softly: "I just had dinner at my sister-in-law's place and played mahjong for a while."
Since the emergence of mahjong, Qin Keqing often calls Xichun to play.
Miaoyu nodded and said softly: "That's good too."
The originally cold-hearted girl in front of her almost became full of fireworks in front of her eyes.
And all of this is probably because of that Uncle Heng.
At this time, Xichun's voice was soft and soft, explaining the purpose of his visit and said: "The dragon is stirring today, and Brother Heng is busy going to the Yamen to handle the case."
Miaoyu's frowned eyebrows slowly relaxed and she asked casually: "What case did you handle?"
Because Miaoyu lived in isolation in the back house and had a perverse temperament, some women from the Ning Mansion did not come to disturb her. The news was delayed a lot, and she was not aware of the collapse of the imperial mausoleum and the subsequent series of major cases.
Xichun pinched the handkerchief and said softly: "I heard from Brother Heng earlier that due to the earth dragon's stirring, the imperial tomb that King Zhongshun was supervising collapsed.
All the officials were imprisoned."
That day, she heard Master Miaoyu talking to him, and vaguely heard him mention that Master Miaoyu's family was in decline and wandering around the world, which was related to King Zhongshun. She thought that this King Zhongshun should be the main culprit of Master Miaoyu's current loneliness.
The culprit.
Miaoyu's face was stunned for a moment, her heart was filled with shock and joy. She looked at Xichun in amazement. Her voice was no longer as calm as usual, and she asked with a hint of urgency: "Do you know what the final situation will be like?"
She knew that the earth dragon was stirring in her childhood recently, and she didn't want to be the reason why King Zhongshun lost power?
Xichun shook his head and said: "I haven't seen Brother Heng yet, and I haven't heard the follow-up. Brother Heng went to the palace after dinner in the evening."
Miaoyu knitted her beautiful eyebrows, her clear eyes showed thoughts, and immediately asked: "What happened today, can you tell me in detail?"
Xichun then narrated the whole story. When Jia Heng returned to Tianxiang Tower, he kept talking about King Zhongshun's involvement in the case, and only talked about the birth gift that Jia Heng gave Daiyu. The girl paused obviously, her eyes twinkling.
, I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
Yuan, welcome, explore and cherish the four springs, birthdays are almost clustered throughout the spring.
After hearing what Xichun said, Miaoyu had a hint of worry in her eyes, and whispered: "He's making moves with someone...is everything okay?"
Xichun said: "I see, it shouldn't be a serious problem, but others don't know."
Even if he was hurt, he wouldn't tell others.
When Miaoyu heard this, she couldn't help but feel worried. She subconsciously moved the Buddhist beads in her hand and kept chanting the Buddha's name in her heart.
She also needs to see him tomorrow. Speaking of which, she hasn't seen him for a while.
Xichun said: "Brother Heng will be busy with this matter these days."
Let’s talk about Jia Heng later. He left the West Mansion and returned to the East Mansion at night. It was already the Zizheng hour. He was going back and forth without a moment’s notice. It was almost the twelfth hour in Chang’an.
Jia Heng stepped into the side room, raised his eyes and saw Qingwen, sitting on the side of the small table, holding her cheek in one hand, dozing like a chicken digging rice.
"Young Master." When she heard the footsteps, Qingwen trembled, called out, and said playfully: "Young Master is back?"
Jia Heng nodded and said, "We're back, why don't you go to sleep."
Qingwen said delicately: "I thought that when the young master came back, there would be no one to take a bath, so I waited a little longer, but I wasn't tired at all. Young Master, I will order you to go down right now. The young master has prepared hot water. You can go and take a bath."
Jia Heng nodded, said nothing, and went to the inner room to take a bath with Qingwen at his side.
Just as he took off his python robe and unbuttoned his inner clothes, he heard Qingwen say in shock from behind: "Why are there bruises on the young master's shoulders?"
Jia Heng's face paused and he explained: "When I was in the palace, I was hit by a brick that was shaken by the earth dragon. I was only slightly injured, nothing serious."
"Master, why didn't you say anything before?" Qingwen frowned slightly and asked eagerly.
Jia Heng said: "It's okay. I brought some medicinal wine. After I take a bath later, you can help me apply it and knead it and it will be fine."
With that said, he stepped on the bamboo mats and entered the bathtub. At this moment, he was soaked in the extremely warm bath water. He felt a lazy sense of comfort rushing through his limbs and could not help but close his eyes slightly.
Qingwen also got into the tub, but after a while she started to choke slightly.
Although Young Master just said it in an understatement, she knew better than anyone how thrilling it was.
Jia Heng was slightly surprised. He turned around and looked at the pretty girl, pinched her smooth face and asked, "You're so good, why are you crying?"
To be honest, Qingwen was his first maid after coming to this world in a real sense.
"I was thinking that the young master is in such danger outside and yet it's so unclear at home," Qingwen said.
This is to say that Mrs. Wang does not understand the general situation and jumps up and down.
Jia Heng smiled, caressed Qingwen's face, wiped the tears on her cheeks with his thumb, and asked, "Why, please help me fight the injustice."
Qingwen said angrily: "Young master, I'm not in Tianxiang Tower today. You didn't see them. They sang and sang in harmony in front of the eldest grandma and took advantage of the eldest girl's marriage. Isn't it the one who sent the young master?"
Jia Heng was silent for a moment, then said: "Isn't this the case with the wife in the back house? She has short eyes. Do you still remember what I told you in Liutiao Alley?"
As he spoke, he gently stroked Qingwen's slender shoulders, and the smooth and delicate shoulders flowed inch by inch in his palms.
"Young master, I hope that I will not become such an ignorant person in the future." Qingwen raised her palm-sized oval face, and there were still glints in her bright eyes.
"Yes." Jia Heng nodded and joked with a smile: "But my Qingwen is not at all comfortable now, and it's a bit beyond my expectation."
"I originally wanted to say a few words to grandma, but then I thought about the young master's instructions and spared the Wang family." Qingwen curled her lips and said angrily.
"Spared for a while?" Jia Heng said softly, squeezed the little bear, smiled and said, "I have grown up and become sensible."
"It's all the master's teachings." Qingwen said in a trembling voice, her beautiful face was already as red as the clouds, her eyes were as charming as silk, and the autumn water was rippling.
Jia Heng's expression paused for a moment, because the words spoken by the two of them at this moment were somewhat inconsistent.
However, it's pretty much the same. He has indeed grown up, which is his credit.
Turning around and letting Qingwen help her bathe, the girl immediately came forward, her soft and carefree figure clinging to the big tree like a vine.
"Sir, if you're sleepy, just rest for a while."
"Yes." Jia Heng nodded, closed his eyes slightly, and enjoyed Wen's service.
After taking a shower, Jia Heng got up, put on a Sichuan brocade round-neck robe, and left the wing.
It didn't bother Qingwen, she was indeed a little tired today, and she also needed to think about tomorrow.
In the study, there was a lamp like a bean, and two figures stood. Jia Heng took out the medicinal wine from the cabinet, handed it to Qingwen and said: "Help me apply the medicinal wine and rub it."
Qingwen responded, applying medicinal wine and pinching her shoulders, while Jia Heng's fatigue dissipated slightly.
Just when I was applying the medicinal wine, a soft voice like water suddenly came from the small hall of the study.
"Husband, it's so late, why haven't you fallen asleep yet?" Qin Keqing, who had clearly heard that Jia Heng had returned, led Baozhu and Ruizhu into the back room and looked at the girl whose shoulders were being kneaded by Qingwen.
The young man was startled for a moment, but there was no surprise.
Just catching a glimpse of the bruise on Jia Heng's shoulder, Fangxin was startled. She took two quick steps and frowned: "Husband, is he injured? Why didn't you tell me."
Jia Heng could only briefly describe what happened and said: "Actually, it's nothing. I didn't want to tell you before, just to cause worry."
Qin Keqing paused for a moment, sat down, took the handkerchief from Qingwen's hand, and said distressedly: "Husband, we are husband and wife."
Jia Heng was slightly startled when he heard this, turned to look at the face full of concern, and nodded.
Qin Keqing took the medicinal wine from Qingwen's hand, poured it into the palm of his hand, rubbed it with his hands, then applied it on Jia Heng's shoulders, kneaded it with his help, spread it evenly, and said softly: "Husband, you should be more careful outside."
Qingwen stepped aside and looked at the couple quietly. Even though she knew she shouldn't, there was still a sense of sourness in her heart.
Jia Heng nodded and said: "Sometimes it is unavoidable."
At this moment, the silhouettes of sitting and standing figures reflected in the light were projected on the cabinets on the wall and on the high table. The couple were talking quietly, and time seemed to slow down.
Her slender hands rubbed her shoulders. After a while, Qin Keqing asked softly: "Husband, are you feeling better?"
Jia Heng turned to look at Qin Keqing, and while putting on his clothes, he smiled and said: "It's much better now. It's not a serious injury. It'll be fine after just two days of rest. By the way, it's getting late now, so it's time to rest."
Are you done?"
After saying that, he stood up, put his arm on Qin Keqing's shoulder, and said warmly: "This herbal medicine is a bit strong. I'll sleep in the study now."
"Baozhu, go get a pair of quilts. I'll sleep here too." Qin Keqing said softly.
Jia Heng: "..."
Of course, this is not a girl's desire to indulge in pleasure, but it is a convenience to take care of herself.
"Then I'd better go back and sleep. The bed here is a bit small." Jia Heng laughed hoarsely and said softly, then took Qin Keqing's hand and supported him back to the wing.
Nothing more to say all night.
The next day, when the rain stopped and the sky cleared, Jia Heng got up early in the morning, sat in the living room, and had breakfast with Qin Keqing around a small round table.
Qin Keqing asked: "Husband, when will we go to my father's place?"
"I'll go tomorrow. I'll have someone call Qing Jing from the school." Jia Heng took a spoon and scooped out a spoonful of white fungus and lotus seed porridge. After swallowing, he softly replied.
Qin Keqing nodded and said, "I think my father has also been worried about the Ministry of Works in the past two days."
"It will take a while. I have been busy with this case recently. I will talk to my father-in-law tomorrow," Jia Heng said.
While they were talking, a maid entered the hall, interrupted the conversation between the couple, and said: "Master, Master Miaoyu from the East Courtyard said that he has something to see you, and he is waiting for you in the study."
Jia Heng nodded and told the maid: "Let her go back first, and I will go to her place after dinner."
The maid immediately obeyed the order and returned.
Jia Heng raised his eyes to look at Qin Keqing and said warmly: "Miaoyu is probably asking about King Zhongshun. She was originally from a family of officials, but later she offended King Zhongshun and her family suffered disaster. Fortunately, she became a monk in the temple and was able to save herself."
, I think I came here to ask for news after hearing about King Zhongshun’s involvement in the imperial mausoleum case.”
"I heard someone say that Master Miaoyu was originally a young lady from an official family. Her parents died young and her life experience was miserable. I didn't want to have such a story." Qin Keqing said with emotion.
Jia Heng said no more, finished breakfast, got up and went to Miaoyu Courtyard.
Miaoyu had already received the maid's reply and turned back.
I didn't interact much with people, so it was just as I wanted to go back at this time, but I felt lost. I stood alone under the eaves of the corridor, looking at a osmanthus tree with sparse branches in the courtyard. Because of the rain last night, the osmanthus tree was in a state of confusion.
The new buds that were pulled out were rolling with rain and dew, and the branches were even more wet.
Not long after, Miaoyu's heart moved slightly, and she seemed to feel something. She looked intently and saw a familiar figure appearing in the doorway at the end of the corridor. Is it Jia Heng or someone else?
"Master Tai." Jia Heng called from a distance, came over with a caring expression, looked at Miaoyu, and said: "Master Tai was looking for me just now, and I also have something to say to Master Tai."
Miaoyu suppressed the joy in her heart, nodded, stretched out her hand to invite you, "Uncle Heng, please come and talk in the room."
The two of them entered the side room and sat down separately for the guest and the host.
"How are you doing these days, Master? Is your illness completely healed?" Jia Heng looked at the nun who turned to make tea and asked.
The nun wore a wonderful bun, a monk's robe made of white crane silk, and a water-fire silk ribbon around her waist. Her attire was neither a monk nor a Taoist.
Miaoyu carried the teapot, took the green jade bucket, poured tea for Jia Heng, turned around and handed it to Jia Heng, her voice as clear and cold as the collision of broken jade: "Thanks to Uncle Heng, everything is fine for this poor nun."
Jia Heng took the green jade bucket, took a sip of tea, and said: "Yesterday, the emperor's mausoleum collapsed, and the palace was furious. King Zhongshun has also been deposed as a commoner, and he went to Gongling to do hard labor. Your Majesty's revenge,
It’s finally paid off today.”
"This..." When Miaoyu heard this, her delicate body trembled, she felt waves of dizziness coming over her, her eye circles couldn't help but turn red, and she felt a mixture of emotions in her heart.
When I received the confirmed news from Jia Heng, my mood was not comparable to the one I received from Xichun yesterday.
Jia Heng stood up quickly, grabbed the arm of Miaoyu who was already unsteady, and whispered: "Master Miaoyu, please take care of yourself."
Miaoyu turned to look at the young man, with tears rolling in her bright eyes. She closed her eyes slightly, tears flowing silently to her cheeks, pear blossoms with rain, and her expression was sad.
Jia Heng didn't say much, sighed softly, let Miaoyu sob, and said comfortingly: "If you want to cry, just cry. It's human nature."
Hearing this, Miaoyu seemed to be unable to suppress her sadness any longer, so she buried herself in the boy's arms, buried her head on Jia Heng's shoulder and sobbed softly.
Jia Heng held his shaking shoulders and let Miaoyu cry in his arms.
Perhaps Miaoyu also needs a tear to comfort her parents.
After a while, seeing that Miaoyu's mood gradually calmed down, Jia Heng comforted her in a low voice: "Miss Miaoyu, your uncle and aunt are in heaven, and they don't want you to destroy yourself too much. You are so sad that you still need to look forward."
That’s it.”
Miaoyu softly said "Hmm". After feeling sad at this moment, she was shocked to realize that she was actually in the boy's arms?
Jia Heng let go of Miaoyu's shoulders and whispered: "I told you before that the case back then had too many implications. It is not easy to vindicate the case. You need to wait for the opportunity."
At this time, Miaoyu raised her eyes to look at Jia Heng, and saw that the boy's chest was wet with tears, her eyes were lowered, and her teeth were biting her lower lip. She was really shameless in front of others.
Jia Heng noticed Miaoyu's gaze and didn't care. Instead, he said: "Master, wipe the tears on your face."
As he said that, he handed over a handkerchief.
Miaoyu reached out to take it, turned around and wiped her tears, and was about to put it in her armhole.
"Master." Jia Heng stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the corner of the handkerchief. Miaoyu even "hidden" several pieces of his handkerchief.
Miaoyu whispered: "It's dirty. I'll wash it before giving it to you."
"It doesn't matter, it's just tears, not dirty." Jia Heng's face paused and he whispered: "Besides, if you want to wash, it should be laundry, right?"
Miaoyu: "..."
A flash of embarrassment flashed through her heart, this man never forgot to make fun of her.
Jia Heng took the handkerchief and said, sat down, picked up the green jade bucket on the small table, took a sip of tea, and said: "I will go to Jinyi Mansion to interrogate the case later. I will ask about the case then. I will go back."
Let’s talk to Master Tai again.”
Miaoyu also sat down, glanced at the calm young man, nodded, said "hmm" and said no more.
Jia Heng sat for a while, put down the green jade bucket, and said, "That's it for now, we'll talk about it later."
"Then I'll send Uncle Heng off."
With that said, Miaoyu sent Jia Heng outside the door and watched Jia Heng disappear outside the Moon Gate.
"Sister Miaoyu." At this moment, Xichun's faint voice suddenly came from under the eaves of the corridor, as if coming from the corner of the wall.
Miaoyu was almost startled, turned her eyes and asked secretly, when did Xichun come?
"Did the matter that Master Miaoyu was thinking about come to fruition?" Xichun pursed her lips and glanced at Miaoyu, who had tears on her face.
She saw Miaoyu hugging him just now.
Miaoyu nodded, then shook her head.
King Zhongshun lost power, and his parents' great hatred was avenged. Although he was not redressed, it was a result, and the other matters should have no results.
