Chapter 815: Throw me peaches and give me Qiongyao in return
Jinling, Ningguofu
When the night reaches the Youzheng hour, all the courtyards of Ningguo Mansion are lit up with lights, and a layer of white mist gradually rises in the late autumn night.
Because Jia Heng is usually either in his study or in the courtyard where he lives, no one pays attention to Jia Heng's movements.
Of course, even if you know, it won't be a big deal.
In the wing where Daiyu lived, Jia Heng came to the bookcase next to the south wall, sat down, and flipped through the book by the light.
He turned his eyes and looked at the piles of poetry collections. Some were poems by Xin Qiji, and some were poems by Su Shi. There were also poems by the Tang Dynasty.
Daiyu's poetry writing quality is not low, and she usually writes poetry herself.
"Is there a new poem here?" Jia Heng's eyes were attracted by a piece of peach blossom paper on the bookcase. He picked up the letter and scanned the handwriting. He stared at Daiyu's poem manuscript and saw the beautiful and clean small regular script.
It reads: "When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity the red flowers and the fragrant ones..."
However, the subsequent verses are not completed, and there are no sentences such as "Three Hundred and Sixty Days in a Year, Wind, Frost, Swords and Swords."
"When was this written?" Jia Heng thought to himself, looking down, he saw the date of writing the poem written at the end of the letter.
After thinking about it, it turned out that it was when he went to the Guangdong Sea. It was more than a month before and after. Daiyu must have missed him very much during this period. Maybe it was late autumn, and she saw the flowers withering in the garden of Ningguo Mansion, so she thought of writing this.
A poem.
Jia Heng stopped reading, his expression paused, and he was silent for a moment.
After thinking for a while, I picked up the brush, took out the paper and wrote a poem on the other side. This is a poem written by the Qing Dynasty, called "Qi Huai". The poem says: "Several times I sit under the flowers and play the flute, and the silver and Han red walls enter.
Looking into the distance. It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight..."
Just wait for the book. After putting it down, the more I read the first two sentences, the more serious they became. I suppressed the strange feeling in my heart and raised my eyes to look out the window at the night.
"Uncle, it's foggy outside." Xiren entered the study, held a tea cup, handed it over, and said with a smile: "Uncle, have some tea."
Jia Heng raised his eyes to look at Xi Ren, and asked in a gentler voice, "Is it Xi Ren?"
Xiren nodded and said, "This afternoon, Uncle Rong and several other clan elders from Ningrong and Ning Rong Mansion want to see the uncle."
Jia Heng picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and asked, "Did you say anything?"
Xiren shook his head and said, "They didn't say anything. They said they wanted to invite me to have dinner with them."
In fact, on the second day after Jia Heng came back, if he had not gone to visit the lake, many officials in Jinling City would have paid a visit to Jia Heng and made friends with the increasingly powerful Yong Ning Bo, such as Ye Nuan whom he met in the morning.
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Jia Heng put down the tea cup and said, "I'll see you later in a few days."
Immediately, he looked at the attacker and asked, "What did Sister Lin do in the mansion when I went to Guangdong?"
Xiren chuckled and said, "Miss Lin usually recites poems, plays the piano, and plays chess with Miss Xi, Miss Wen, and Miss Qi. Sometimes the third lady of the Zhen family and the two princesses also come to visit, and the house is full of
It’s also lively.”
As he spoke, he said softly: "Miss Lin often came to report to his residence, thinking about me. Later, Miss Bao and Miss Yun came one after another."
Jia Heng nodded and said, "I understand."
Seeing this, the attacker stopped talking.
Jia Heng's expression paused, and he was thinking about it when he suddenly heard Dai Yu's soft voice, saying warmly: "Brother Heng, what are you looking at?"
"Look at the poem written by my sister." Jia Heng responded and looked towards Daiyu. At this moment, beside the screen with withered hibiscus flowers, the girl who had just taken a bath had her hair draped behind her shoulders, like a hibiscus emerging from the water. She was so beautiful.
Beautiful without reason.
Seeing Jia Heng put down the pen, Daiyu felt curious and asked: "Brother Heng, what did you write?"
As she said that, she came closer, carrying a fragrance like orchid and musk. The girl lowered her eyes and looked at the poems on the paper. Her heart moved slightly. She picked up the paper and read it attentively.
After a moment, he looked at Jia Heng and asked: "Is this... written by Brother Heng?"
She knew that Brother Heng was usually so busy that he didn't write poems in large numbers, but this poem was in response to her song "The Burial of Flowers".
Jia Heng said: "I just felt something in my heart, so I composed a song and gave it to my sister. It was also a kind of lovesickness, and we were free to worry about it."
Hearing this, Daiyu chewed on the words "One place lovesickness, two places worries", her heart trembled slightly, her watery eyes looked at the young man intently, and murmured: "Brother Heng."
This was the first time that Jia Heng wrote a poem for Daiyu, or Daiyu had never heard that Jia Heng had written any more poems after the publication of the Three Kingdoms version, nor had he given Baochai as a gift.
If anything, he sent Baoyu a poem to encourage him to study when he was in Shenjing.
Jia Heng stared at Daiyu, smiled, and said softly: "Sister, please accept it."
Daiyu said "hmm" and put the paper aside. The girl was so smart that she had memorized the whole poem just by reading it once. She said with dreamy eyes: "Brother Heng, you wrote this poem really well."
Woolen cloth."
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight...
Jia Heng walked up to Dai Yu, stretched out his hand to caress the girl's shoulders, and said warmly: "I just took a bath, don't catch a cold, go to bed and rest for a while."
Daiyu's bright eyes were as bright as water, and her jade cheeks were slightly flushed. With Jia Heng's help, she sat down on the bed, lifted up the quilt and lay on the bed, looked at Jia Heng and said, "Brother Heng."
As usual, Brother Heng would treat her again...
Jia Heng smiled and said, "Sister, it's cold down here, so I'm lying down too."
With that said, he took off his shoes and lay on Daiyu's bed.
Daiyu's face turned red with embarrassment. She gave a soft "hmm" and leaned in. Under her head, concern appeared on her snowy face as bright as the crescent moon. She said softly: "Brother Heng, what are you using in the palace?"
If you are a pacifier, you will have to fight a lot of battles in the future, right?"
Jia Heng stretched out his hand to take Daiyu's bare hand and hugged the girl into his arms. Because Daiyu had just taken a bath, the green hair that her fingers had passed through was still a little damp, and the fragrance of her soft and delicate body had already overflowed through the curtains.
, the subtle fragrance floats.
Jia Heng said: "There are still many battles to be fought in the future. The Jurchens have a solid foundation in Liaodong. If they want to conquer them, they will have to fight for several years."
"How many years of fighting?" Daiyu's beautiful face was slightly surprised, she nestled her head in Jia Heng's arms, and sighed: "Brother Heng, I don't have anything to help in the war."
Unlike the third sister, she had some insights into local affairs, and she couldn't help him with anything else.
Jia Heng chuckled and said, "Sister Lin is already helping me if she can always be by my side."
Daiyu said "hmm" and leaned her cheek against Jia Heng's arms, listening to the boy's strong heartbeat, and said softly: "Brother Heng, sister Bao Qin and Zhen Xi are also going back to Beijing?"
"Baoqin will go back with her cousin, and Zhen Xi will also return to the capital." Jia Heng stroked Daiyu's slender shoulders and said softly.
Daiyu responded, her starry eyes were blank, and she said with complex thoughts: "After arriving in Jingli, the garden will be more lively."
Jia Heng said "hmm" and was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "I'll take care of my sister."
The mouth of Crimson Pearl Immortal Grass was so sharp that it was neither loved nor hated, so he had better stop it quickly.
When Daiyu heard this, her cheeks were as hot as fire, and she said shyly and angrily: "Brother Heng."
He tormented her like that every time, and she had long lost face in front of him.
But at this moment, it was difficult for him to refuse, so he had no choice but to let the young man make trouble.
Daiyu turned her beautiful face to the side, her delicate body stiffened slightly, her nose made a grunting sound, and she held the mandarin duck silk quilt with her bare hands.
After a while, Jia Heng looked at Daiyu who was so ashamed that she buried her head in the pillow, put her arms around Daiyu's shoulders, and chuckled: "It's not the first time, why are you ashamed."
Daiyu's face is as red as the core of a rose, delicate and bright, and her slightly trembling star eyes are as full as water.
"I don't know when my sister will be able to serve me again." Jia Heng suddenly sighed and whispered.
Daiyu: "???"
What service? How does she serve?
Jia Heng looked at the blank Hongxia face, leaned into Daiyu's ear and said a few words, "What do you think, sister?"
As he said this, he couldn't help but take Daiyu's slender hand and lead her away.
Daiyu was inexplicably shocked by the words in her ears. Suddenly, as if she was electrocuted, she quickly retracted her hand. Her originally soft body became increasingly unable to hold up, and she said with fear, "Brother Heng."
Jia Heng said warmly: "It's nothing, just go over and talk for a while and it'll be fine."
Crimson Pearl Vanilla still has some mimosa connotations, but in fact, Daiyu from the Lonely Forest in the Fairyland of the World pleases him. This style of painting...
In fact, Baochai was in the south of the Yangtze River, even if they were married, it would be nothing, and Baochai was still in her prime.
Why don't you leave Daiyu's side later and go see Baochai?
It seems a little too scummy.
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and whispered: "Okay, nothing happened."
Daiyu's dazzling starry eyes were almost as full as water. She bit her pink lips with her teeth, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Brother Heng, is it..."
Give me peaches and give me Qiong Yao in return. The bandit repays you, and you will always think it is good.
Such a line of words suddenly reflected in the lake in Daiyu's heart, like a strong emotion lingering in the girl's mind for a moment, as if she couldn't get rid of it.
Brother Heng was so kind to her, so it seemed like she should... reciprocate the favor?
Jia Heng said: "It's okay. My sister is fine. Let's just talk for a while. It's not the first time anyway."
Daiyu's face was faint and she was determined in her heart. Under the willow leaves' slender eyebrows, her starry eyes seemed to be misty and misty. The hairpin on her hair swayed slightly, and her head gradually hid in the bed.
Jia Heng's face paused slightly. After a while, he felt Daiyu's trembling hands, his heart skipped a beat, and he raised his eyes to the curtain, his thoughts racing around him.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of Qingwen. It was an afternoon, the bright sunshine sneaked in through the window, and the fragrance of the rose flowers in front of the window spread to the entire courtyard. He looked at the bamboo under the west window, and suddenly he could hear the joints growing.
the sound of.
Is Qing really like Dai Ying and Xi like Chai Fu?
Illuminated by a candle on the high table, Jia Heng's quiet and clear face looked a bit strange, his brows were knitted together, and his usually steady voice sounded like the jingling of gold and stone, while he looked at the tassels on the curtains on the bed.
His eyes were also focused at times, and he whispered: "How about I tell my sister a story."
Is the Crimson Pearl Immortal Grass trying to repay others with their own way?
But if you have no talent, no skills, just emotions, what can you do like a kitten?
Jia Heng sighed softly, frowned, suddenly hissed, and whispered: "Sister."
After a while, Jia Heng pulled the helpless Daiyu into his arms, looked at the girl with rosy cheeks and starry eyes almost overflowing with water, gently pinched her pink cheeks, and said: "It's really hard for my sister.
"
It's true that you are very kind to me, and I return your very kind Daiyu. I can't describe the feeling. Daiyu really loves him.
She is even more ignorant and naive than Qingwen.
Daiyu leaned her head against Jia Heng's arms, her cheeks were hot, her starry eyes were as bright as rainbows, her voice was slightly depressed, and she said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng, it seems to be of no use."
She felt that her efforts were in vain and that she was adding fuel to the fire.
Jia Heng's face paused slightly, he coughed, and said seriously: "As long as my sister has the heart, in fact, the poem that my sister just wrote is quite artistic."
Lilac girl walking in the rain alley, she really didn't know how to do it, but it still shocked him a lot. He admitted that he was a little confused just now, and he didn't even have many charming thoughts for a while.
I feel moved and guilty. Lin bowed her head for love in the lonely fairyland. From now on, she will be sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued. Those two sentences that Lin Zhentong said to him were full of fun.
"Brother Heng, don't let me go in the future." Daiyu also recovered from the strange mistake just now, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. Only then did she realize that she had done something shocking, and she felt that her whole body was even hotter than before.
I was so dizzy that I did such a thing, but I didn’t feel too...but I felt lost and lost, not knowing where to go.
Jia Heng asked softly: "Where did my sister start talking about this?"
Can he not want Daiyu? Family members, who knows? After the big speechless incident, he really became a low-ranking man?
Daiyu leaned her blushing cheek against Jia Heng's arms and whispered as softly as a mosquito: "I always felt that Brother Heng had more pity for me before and didn't like me too much."
Brother Heng may just like Sister Bao like that. She can usually feel it. When he is with her, he tells her countless times that it would be nice to be fatter.
Jia Heng didn't know that some of his usual words made Dai Yu think of other places.
I can only say that people with a keen sense can detect the feelings between people after being together for a long time. There is still a subtle difference between pity and love.
Jia Heng said: "My sister is too worried. If I didn't like my sister, how could I have skin-to-skin contact with her?"
Daiyu was silent for a moment, and her starry eyes under Yan Yan's eyebrows were suddenly covered with a layer of mist. She said quietly: "Brother Heng actually pitied me. He felt that I was living under someone else's roof and was weak, so before..."
Just like how he treated his fourth sister, he was actually pitiful, but Sister Bao was the one he took the initiative to provoke after getting married.
Jia Heng said: "Sister misunderstood, not because of pity, but..."
Daiyu bit her pink lips, her eyes sparkling, and whispered: "What is that?"
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and said: "It's love. Although my life experience makes people pity me, my sister's crystal-like heart also makes people's hearts beat."
That is to say, Daiyu is still young, otherwise I would have to let her know later that there would be no pity.
In fact, it is also a change in mentality.
In other words, he thought he knew Daiyu and thought she was petty and needed to cling to him all the time, but in fact he didn't understand Daiyu. Daiyu really... made me cry to death.
"Pity is still pity before love." Daiyu said faintly with her starry eyes flashing.
Jia Heng chuckled and said: "It doesn't make any sense to say this. Why is my sister so entangled in this? If there was only pity, then you and I wouldn't be here at this moment."
In fact, Daiyu was right. She really felt pity for the Scarlet Pearl Immortal who died after shedding tears. Daiyu's emotional perception was correct, but it was not all pity. Well, Daiyu didn't understand men.
Daiyu snorted softly, pulled the quilt to cover her blushing face, and said angrily: "Brother Heng turns out to be a lecher too."
Just now she was really upset and going crazy, why did she... But it didn't seem that hard to accept.
Jia Heng held Daiyu in his arms, smelled the fragrance of Daiyu's neck, and said, "Who gave my sister a good color?"
Daiyu's heart is sweet, but she is ashamed and angry.
The two of them chatted for a while, and Jia Heng said softly: "It's getting late, let's go to sleep first. I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't leave tonight. It's foggy outside, so let's sleep in the same bed."
As he spoke, he caught Daiyu's lamb.
Daiyu's bright eyes flashed and she said angrily: "Brother Heng is not afraid of what others will say."
Jia Heng chuckled and said: "If you say so, then marry your sister home."
As he spoke, he took off his outer clothes, and then held Daiyu in his arms. Her soft and delicate body was like a porcelain doll. He actually didn't have much thought.
"You want to marry me, but I won't marry you yet." Daiyu's cheeks turned red with shame, and she let the young man hug her body, and the two of them cuddled tightly together.
Jia Heng then ordered Zijuan to blow out the lights, then put down the golden hook, hugged Daiyu, and whispered: "Don't worry, sister, I will leave early tomorrow morning."
Daiyu: "..."
Sure enough, what he said just now was all to coax her.
Jia Heng leaned close to Daiyu's ear and whispered: "Sister."
Later Zhihu asked, what is it like to sleep in the same bed with Daiyu?
Laxatives, if the questioner doesn’t want to get hurt, it’s best to hold Baochai.
"Yes." Daiyu laid her body in Jia Heng's arms, her heart filled with sweetness and fear, and whispered: "Brother Heng."
She didn't know why, but she felt like she was his from the inside out, maybe she had been for a long time.
Jia Heng said: "Okay, go to sleep."
Daiyu leaned her head against Jia Heng's arms, closed her starry eyes, smelled the peaceful breath of the people around her, and gradually let out even breathing sounds.
Zijuan's cheeks were red and she blew out the lights in the outer room. She didn't know what to say now. The girl and the uncle... were pregnant.
If the bead tire is dark, then you will be in trouble.
But whether it was Jia Heng's power or Daiyu's temperament, Daiyu's personal maid could not persuade her.
The attacker looked in the direction of the inner compartment, his eyes flashed under Liu Ye's slender eyebrows, and various thoughts surged in his mind.
The next day, the sky was slightly bright, and the bleak autumn wind was blowing outside. The sky at dawn was still a bit gloomy, and there was a heavy fog last night, which was just a cover for Jia Heng.
Jia Heng looked at Daiyu who was hugging him tightly and was still sleeping. She had a quiet and soft sleeping face with curved eyelashes, beautiful nose and pink lips, and a bright and charming cheek. He couldn't help but bring her cheek to kiss her gently.
Last night he just hugged Daiyu and slept through it, and did nothing else. Daiyu was right about one thing, he felt pity for her and couldn't bear to hurt Daiyu at all.
The warmth on her cheeks came over her, and Daiyu let out a "嘤四" sound, slowly opened her starry eyes, and said in a lazy and soft voice: "Brother Heng, are you awake?"
Jia Heng smiled and said: "I got up first, and my sister fell asleep first."
"Brother Heng, I will help you get up." Daiyu quickly held up an arm and said softly.
They hugged each other and slept together last night. She was already his wife, and it was natural for her to take care of him in his daily life.
