Ningguo Mansion, in the backyard, in the inner hall.
After the family banquet, everyone sat down to drink tea and talk.
At this moment, Feng Wan, Sichun, Yun Xiu, Chai Dai, and the You sisters, together with the maids in each room, made the house full of pinks, willows and greens, pearls and jade, like a colorful garden.
Jia Mu asked about Jia Heng's experiences after leaving Beijing and leading troops to Henan to quell chaos and to Huai'an to fight floods. Everyone was dazzled and sighed with emotion.
Jia Heng talked for a while, then took a sip from the tea cup and sighed. Then he looked at Jia Mu and smiled and said: "Old lady, I met the clan members of the 12th Fang of Jinling in Huai'an Mansion earlier."
Mother Jia looked surprised and asked, "How did the clan members from the Twelfth House of Jinling get to Huai'an Mansion?"
Jia Heng said: "The Jianghuai River is flooded and Huai'an Prefecture is short of food. Seeing this as an opportunity to make money, they transported a batch of grain from Jinling to Huai'an Prefecture. They wanted to sell the grain at a high price, but my men caught them."
With that said, he briefly introduced what happened in Huai'an Mansion.
Let Jia Mu know in advance that someone from the south of the province will sue Jia Mu in front of him, and that he will not care about his fellow clan members.
After listening to what Jia Heng said, Jia Mu's smile lines on her old face gradually disappeared and she said: "Brother Heng, you have done a good job in this matter. Our family has received many favors from the country and the country is facing a crisis. We cannot do such ignorant things."
The thing is, Jinling is far away and there is no one to control it, so it has become more and more different in recent years."
Others listened and also agreed.
Jia Heng said: "Don't be angry, old lady. Just tell her that in a family like ours, outsiders are always watching. The children of the clan need to be more cautious in their daily behavior, and we can't let others find mistakes and make excuses."
Jia Mu said with a smile: "What Brother Heng said is that you can control the people in the capital. I'm not worried. Jinling is a little neglected. Lin Zhixiao's family, you send a few stewards to Jinling to keep an eye on them.
If you have anything to do, send a message to Jingli."
Lin Zhixiao's family responded with a smile and said: "Old lady, don't worry, I'll have someone go take a look."
Jia Mu smiled, changed the subject, and asked: "Brother Heng, I heard people say that you also discovered a big gold mine in Henan, with a million taels of gold?"
During this period, news in Beijing gathered about Jia Heng's various activities in Henan. Even Jia's mother heard about it through relatives.
Facing everyone's gaze, Jia Heng said: "There are millions of taels of gold discovered near Luoyang, but it won't be dug out all at once. It will take many years to dig it out completely."
Sister Feng's eyes sparkled and she said with a smile: "Ancestor, isn't this one million taels of gold just a mountain of gold?" "This mine is on the mountain, it really is a mountain of gold." Aunt Xue said with a smile.
Everyone looked at the few people talking happily.
Baochai looked at the young man with a calm demeanor and soft words, and Shuilan looked at him with apricot eyes.
Jia Mu said with emotion: "You went to Henan this time, saying you were going to quell the rebellion, but after the rebellion, you accomplished many other things and made a lot of contributions to the court. No wonder the palace promoted you to a title."
Jia Heng said lightly: "I'm just doing my duty as a minister."
Jia Mu smiled and did not continue. Instead, she mentioned something and said with a smile: "While you were away from home, the garden at home was almost repaired."
Sister Feng smiled and said: "The buildings are in great repair, and people are transplanting trees into the garden. If Brother Heng is free these two days, let's compare the account books."
The gardens built by Rongning and Ningfus began to break ground in the first month of the year. In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed and most of the work has been completed.
The outline of the former Grand View Garden has gradually emerged.
Jia Heng nodded to Sister Feng and said, "The palace has a few days off these days. I'll find time to take a look."
Jia Mu turned to look at Yuan Chun who was looking at Jia Heng with a smile. Tan Chun and the other little girls smiled and said: "Brother Heng, they haven't seen you for a while. Wait a minute."
, you sisters are talking together, I am also tired now, so I will go back and rest first, Yuanyang."
Yuanyang smiled and said "Hey" and helped Jia Mu.
Qin Keqing smiled and said: "Old lady, it's still early, why don't you sit down for a while?"
Jia Mu smiled and said, "Brother Heng is back.
I'm relieved, I'm tired now and it's time to rest." Upon hearing this, Qin Keqing had no choice but to say: "Then I'll see the old lady off."
Then, Jia Mu, accompanied by Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, Aunt Xue and others, returned to Rongguo Mansion. After Jia Mu left, Jia Heng looked at several people and asked about their recent situation after leaving Beijing.
Because Yuanchun, Tanchun, and Xiangyun all went to Luoyang and Huai'an Mansion, the joy of reunion was a bit muted, and it was obviously difficult for Chai Dai and Chai Dai to talk alone because there were too many people.
So everyone sat for a while, knowing that Jia Heng was coming back to reunite with Qin Keqing. They said a few words, didn't stay much, and left one after another under Sister Feng's greeting.
On a midsummer night, the bright moon is as bright as silver, and the moon is as bright as a three-foot-long train. It passes through the window and shines on the black lacquered wood table, like gauze and mist. In the courtyard, several sycamore trees make a rustling sound in the evening breeze.
The sound makes the branches and leaves dance in the dim moonlight.
Jia Heng returned to the side room where he usually bathed and changed clothes. He took off his clothes under Qingwen's service. He was about to go to the bathtub when he was startled and was clearly enveloped by a familiar feeling of warmth.
Jia Heng lowered his eyes and moved his clear eyes slightly. He couldn't help but reached out and gently picked up a strand of Qingwen's hair that fell from her ears. On her petite and exquisite earlobes, the green bead earrings kept shaking. Under the light of the lights, she picked mushrooms.
The girl looked attentive, but from time to time she raised her foggy eyes to secretly look at the young man's expression.
After a long time, Jia Heng handed over a cup of tea from the table nearby.
Qingwen took the teacup and drank it down in one gulp. Her face was flushed with a slightly foxy look. Under the willow leaves' thin eyebrows, her bright eyes were as charming as silk. She hesitated and said: "Young Master
There is no one waiting outside, and I don’t know how you got here?”
Jia Heng chuckled, gently lifted Qingwen's smooth chin, and said, "I'm busy with business, so I don't have time to think about anything else."
Naturally, there are people waiting on her, including Princess Xianning, Yuanchun, and Jinyang. It’s hard to explain these to Qingwen.
While they were talking, the two of them entered the bathtub. Qingwen gently put her arms around Jia Heng's neck from behind. She pursed her shiny pink lips and whispered, "Does the young master miss me?"
Jia Heng said: "Why didn't you think about it?"
"I thought the young master had forgotten me?" Qingwen pouted and said sadly.
Jia Heng turned around, hugged Qingwen, made a snowman with his hands, and said softly: "How could I forget? Every time I take a bath, I will think of my Qingwen."
Qingwen: "."
He said angrily: "Master, you only think of me when you take a shower?"
Jia Heng said softly: "I usually think about it, what is Qingwen doing at this time? Is she pinching her waist and threatening the little maid, or is she practicing calligraphy?"
Hearing what Jia Heng said was interesting, Qingwen made a "poof" sound and couldn't help laughing and said: "Master, I don't hurt the little maid at home. I am still learning and practicing calligraphy at home."
Immediately, she turned around, looked at Jia Heng intently, and said in a charming voice: "However, I think even if the master forgets me, he will not forget that there is grandma and Miss Bao at home?"
Jia Heng smiled and asked, "What's wrong with Sister Xue?"
"When the young master is not at home, Miss Bao often comes over to accompany grandma." Qingwen said softly.
Jia Heng nodded and said: "Tanchun and Xiangyun have both left the capital. She doesn't have anyone to play with in Xifu. It's more lively here, so she should come here."
In the few days since he comes back, he must spend more time with Keqing and Baochai, and he can't favor one over the other. Well, he should also go see Daiyu when he has time.
Qingwen softly said "hmm", leaned her charming face against Jia Heng's arms, and said foolishly: "Sir, when you go out this time, I don't know how people will miss you."
In fact, I want to ask why the young master didn't write to her when he wrote to everyone in the house, and she was disappointed for a while.
"Aren't you back now? Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let me see if you have lost weight." Jia Heng said softly and took Qingwen's shoulders.
Qingwen suddenly felt her whole body tremble, as if she had been struck by thunder, her delicate body suddenly softened, Qiong snorted, her cheeks were as red as blood, and her heart was pounding.
I don't know how long it took, but Jia Heng hugged Qingwen, whose delicate body was limp and could no longer control herself. He got out of the bathtub, changed into a green shirt and straight skirt, and returned to the back room refreshed.
Curtains all around
On the bed, Qin Keqing was wearing a low-cut scarlet dress, a moth bun like a cloud, a butterfly gold hairpin between her temples, and she was sewing something in her hands.
Jia Heng came forward, sat down next to the beauty, took Qin Keqing's delicate jade hand, and asked: "What are you sewing? It's so late, be careful not to hurt your eyes."
"Sew two small clothes." Qin Keqing raised her pretty face like a peach and plum, her eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, like a delicate hibiscus.
Jia Heng said: "It's been hard on you these days."
Qin Keqing put the small clothes in her hands into the bamboo basket beside her and said softly: "I am not exposed to the wind or rain at home, so it is not very hard, but it is my husband who works hard outside."
Jia Heng smiled and said: "The palace will give me a few days off. I will spend more time with you these days."
The two people were talking. Jia Heng glanced at the sky and said, "But Qing, it's getting late. Let's take a rest early."
"Yes." Qin Keqing felt a little shy, with a slight blush on her cheeks. She responded softly, and suddenly said softly: "Sister Xue just talked to me. You can go and see her tomorrow."
Jia Heng said "hmm" and did not continue to talk about Baochai. Instead, he put his hands into his arms and started skiing.
Qin Keqing's gorgeous jade face had a beautiful layer of pink, which was almost as bright as clouds under the candlelight. She shyly glanced at the young man in a straight shirt and said in a trembling voice: "Husband, don't make trouble yet."
Jia Heng leaned close to the beauty's ear, smelling the fragrance and fragrance of his wife's skin mixed with her, and said softly: "Ke Qing, I miss you."
Qin Keqing was shaken by the young man's soft whisper in her ear, and her delicate body suddenly became as limp as water, and she fell into Jia Heng's arms.
The curtains were gently lowered, and after a while, the tired bird returned to the forest and returned to its old place. The sound of entanglement came from the hibiscus warm tent, and in the side room, Baozhu and Ruizhu felt weak.
In the second half of the night, Qin Keqing was dripping with sweat, as if she had been fished out of the water. Under her slender neck, a large area of snow-grey skin had already been covered with a layer of rose red, and beads of sweat rolled down into the snowdrifts.
The beauty leaned her hot cheek against Jia Heng's arms, her brows and eyes filled with beautiful spring charm. Her voice was slightly hoarse, and she said, "Husband, I want to go home for the next two days."
Jia Heng gently hugged Wen Nuan Rou Xiang and said softly: "Then I'll go with you. I haven't seen my father-in-law for a while. By the way, how is Jing Qing doing recently? That talent test this spring,
Did he take the exam?"
Qin Keqing said softly: "Qing Jing is still young and has not been studying for long. I want him to wait for another two years. He is now practicing martial arts in the school and is much stronger."
Jia Heng smiled and said: "It's okay, it's not too late to wait until you are older. When Brother Zhu was here, he didn't enter school until he was fourteen." Qin Keqing said softly: "Husband, the third sister's book has been finished. You
when."
"Is it finished? So fast?" Jia Heng asked, slightly surprised.
Qin Keqing smiled and said: "You can ask her some other time, but she is not young anymore. If her husband does not accept her, she will not settle down."
Jia Heng thought for a while and nodded.
Qin Keqing was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "A husband should have more rooms and have children. I've been here for so long and there's nothing in my stomach."
Jia Heng was startled for a moment, then squeezed the snowman gently and asked: "This has nothing to do with you. I don't want to have a child so early. Didn't I tell you the reason before? Why are you still thinking about it?"
Qin Keqing snorted, raised her gorgeous face, and said softly: "Didn't your husband say you won't avoid it earlier?" Just now. At this moment, there was still a slight feeling of heat in her lower abdomen.
Jia Heng said: "We are still young. I have been busy with military affairs in the past two years. I think it will not be too late in another year or two."
At this time, I can only say that the surrounding environment is too unfriendly. If someone has not had children for a year or two, people's eyes will start to look weird.
The problem is that while he is still growing taller and stronger, it is difficult to even have children.
——
The next day, the sky was bright, and the eastern morning light shrouded the two mansions of Rongning and Ning, as if they were covered with a layer of golden gauze.
Jia Heng got up from the bed and looked at Qin Keqing who was sleeping sweetly beside him. Not wanting to disturb him, he changed his clothes and left the wing, intending to go to the courtyard where Xichun lived to see Miaoyu.
In the courtyard where Miaoyu lives, dozens of green bamboos are planted, rustling in the wind, and the surrounding courtyard is quite quiet.
At this moment, on a wicker chair under the eaves of the corridor, a nun wearing a white crane silk Taoist robe and a wonderful bun, dressed as neither a monk nor a Taoist, was lying on a wicker chair, holding a yellow-covered Buddhist scripture in her hand.
, reading attentively, the early morning light reflects the exquisite and graceful curves on the window lattice, and the eyebrows and eyes are full of concentration.
But from time to time he raised his head and looked towards the courtyard where Jia Heng was, with a gloomy look on his face.
At this moment, a little girl with a bun in a bun came from the verandah. She was Miaoyu's maid Susu and said: "Girl, the uncle is here."
Hearing this, Miaoyu felt both surprised and happy. She raised her jade face, which was as cold as frost, and looked intently. She saw a young man in a straight green shirt, as handsome as jade, walking quickly from the end of the corridor.
Miaoyu immediately stood up, put down the Buddhist scriptures in her hands, and walked into the house by herself without meeting Jia Heng. "Master," Jia Heng called out, not paying attention, and followed Miaoyu in.
In the courtyard, he looked at Miaoyu who was sitting on a chair with one palm raised and facing him sideways.
"What are you doing here, Uncle Yongning?" Miaoyu didn't even look at Jia Heng, and her voice, as cold as a flowing spring, sounded in the side room, with a hint of alienation and indifference.
"I'm a little thirsty, so I wanted to ask for a cup of tea from Master Tai." Jia Heng didn't care about Miaoyu's usual arrogance, and slowly came forward and took a seat next to Miaoyu.
Miaoyu Liuye's clear eyes flashed under her slender eyebrows, and she turned to look at the young man. Because of her agitated emotions, her cold voice was slightly trembling as she said, "Uncle Heng, please sit down first. I'll just make you a pot of tea."
After saying that, he stood up and made tea for Jia Heng. The monk's robe was rolled up, and his frosty wrists were as white as lotus roots.
Jia Heng looked at the graceful Miaoyu, came to the window and sat down on the Kang table, feeling relaxed and comfortable.
It is mid-summer in the morning, the summer is long, the sunlight is warm and shining through the windows, and the fragrance of various outdoor flowers is sent through the gaps in the windows, making people feel peaceful and remote.
Miaoyu came over with a teapot and put down the green jade bucket on the small table. With a clattering sound, she poured tea for Jia Heng and handed it over. She lightly opened her pink lips and said, "Hey."
Jia Heng turned around, took a look at Miaoyu, and said, "I haven't seen you in the past few days, and my wife has been reduced a lot."
Her temperament is as beautiful as an orchid, her talents are as fragrant as immortals, and her face is as beautiful as jade. She is originally a superior figure, but because she is a talented woman, and because of Ya'an's self-confidence, she has an aura of arrogance, frost and snow, and an independent aura.
When Miaoyu heard this, she paused. A hint of shyness flashed across her cold and jade-like face. She pursed her pink lips and stared at the young man opposite who had an increasingly clear face. She said lightly: "Uncle Heng looks thin too."
A lot."
"These days of traveling around, eating and sleeping in the open, where is the Master? Why are you so haggard?" Jia Heng smiled, looking at the nun with picturesque features, and joked.
Despite Miaoyu's cold expression now, if he turned around and left now, Miaoyu would probably be furious.
The bright eyes under Miaoyu's beautiful eyebrows showed a bit of shame and anger, and she said angrily: "You're not thirsty anymore, are you?"
Jia Heng quickly reached out and said softly: "I'm a little thirsty, and Master Shitai's cup of tea is undoubtedly the best to quench my thirst." "You, you." Miaoyu felt as if her heart was being burned as she listened to the fiery words of the young man opposite.
, I felt that my face was red, my ears were red, and my body was a little weak. I turned my head and hummed softly. The voice was as cold as melting ice and snow, with a hint of Wu Nong's soft words, as if he said sarcastically: "Uncle Yong Ning, who doesn't want to be famous in the world."
, turns out to be a frivolous and frivolous monk."
After saying that, he took back the green jade bucket and said angrily: "If you continue to be frivolous, I won't let you drink it."
However, just as he stretched out his jade hand, his crystal clear eyes were stunned for a moment. He raised his beautiful face and looked at Jia Heng in disbelief. However, he felt that his jade hand had fallen into a kind palm, and she felt frightened and frightened.
happiness.
"Master Tai has said so. If I don't do something like a disciple, won't I be disappointing Master Tai?" Jia Heng looked into Miao Yu's eyes and said softly. He suddenly left his seat and stood up.
Sit next to Miaoyu and come over.
"You, you." When Miaoyu saw this, Fangxin was startled at first, her cheeks on both sides turned red, and the lake in her heart rippled.
He bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth and said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Heng, I am a monk."
As she spoke, the girl's voice gradually became a little deeper. She was a monk, and she was also an unlucky person. She had no future with the person in front of her.
Thinking of this, this arrogant official lady suddenly became depressed and looked gloomy.
"But I like to become a monk. What should Master Miaoyu say?" Jia Heng looked at Miaoyu, whose appearance changed, and whispered in the girl's ear.
Miaoyu:
What does it mean to prefer to be a monk?
While feeling shy, happy and sweet, a ridiculous thought suddenly occurred to him. Could this be the reason why he often called his master?
Jia Heng looked at Miaoyu, who was a little shy. He held the girl's hand with one hand and gently put his other hand around Miaoyu's shoulder. He asked: "Has the teacher received the letter I wrote to the teacher last time?"
Miaoyu's hand was somewhat cold, but the feeling when it fell into her hand was soft and smooth. Perhaps she was too shy, so she trembled a little in her hand.
Miaoyu allowed the young man to grab her hand, but she felt her delicate body softening, and her heart beating violently. She wanted to pull away for a moment, but was reluctant to let go, but her cheeks were stained with scarlet, and her eyebrows were lowered.
He lowered his head and let out a soft "hmm", without the usual coldness.
This person wrote such a letter to a monk. I don’t know what he wanted to do, and now he is holding her hand and holding her shoulders.
But why didn't you even think about pushing him away?
"Uncle Heng wrote in a letter that when he returns, he will ask the poor nun to brew a pot of good tea so that he can discuss mysteries. Now this is what he said."
Front.
like."
"Aren't we just talking about mystical theory now?" Jia Heng said softly: "Well, it seems that now we are talking about love."
"You... hum." Miaoyu snorted softly, her face flushed, and under Liu Ye's slender eyebrows, she glared angrily at Jia Heng. The hand held by the young man pinched Jia Heng, but she undoubtedly let this person
This cold nun with an eccentric temperament is a bit more cute and playful than can be described.
Jia Heng smiled, almost unable to control himself, and asked: "Then why didn't the master's wife write me a reply?"
The girl's hand caressed Miaoyu's hand. The girl's fingers were slender and the skin was delicate. There was no cocoon of beads between the palms and fingers for a long time.
In fact, I wanted to take a look at Miaoyu's Buddhist beads. After thinking about it, I was worried about scaring this cold-tempered nun.
Miaoyu is not wearing a monk's hat at the moment, her hair is simply tied behind her back, and her hair is neatly combed under her temples. Her awe-inspiring and inviolable appearance makes people feel close to her.
.
And Miaoyu didn't reject his closeness at all. Perhaps after getting along with each other, the two of them had already fallen in love with each other, and there was only a layer of paper between them.
Miaoyu turned her head to the side, and her cheeks, which were both holy and beautiful, were filled with a blush, as beautiful as the clouds. It stretched all the way to her earlobes, and she whispered: "I've written it. It's just not
It’s so convenient to send.”
She was so ashamed that Yingying glanced at the tea cup and said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Heng, let's drink tea first. The tea is already cold."
After this man came back, he knew he was scornful of her.
"Well, drink tea." Jia Heng smiled, gently let go of Miaoyu's hand, picked up the green jade bucket, placed it between his lips, took a sip, and said in a clear voice: "This time I have been out for a few months.
, I reunited with my master’s old friend, and I actually felt a desire to worship the Buddha. I couldn’t help myself. I think my master is compassionate, so I won’t mind.”
Miaoyu: "."
He hugged her just now, was it just because of his devotion to Buddha that he couldn't help himself?
