The night is deep, raindrops are falling on the eaves of the corridor and the rocks in the courtyard. Looking down from the height of the sky, thousands of threads are like bead curtains.
The angry wind lantern with the word "Zhen" hanging on the corridor swayed in the wind, making a hoarse sound.
Zhen Qing returned to the house and did not call the female officials to serve her. Instead, she took a bath in the tub, put on a simple and elegant dress, and just sat down on a chair covered with soft mattress cushions.
In the bronze mirror, the face becomes more and more charming. Even if Zhen Qing takes a look at it, she feels so beautiful and breathtaking.
Ever since I had an affair with that bastard, I have been obsessed with him...
Thinking of this, Zhen Qing secretly spat and quickly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her heart.
That's her natural beauty, what does it have to do with that bastard's moisturizing?
Suddenly, at this moment, I heard the voice of the nanny outside the corridor: "Princess, the prince is back."
The King of Chu went to visit some old relatives of his mother and concubine in Jinling today, but did not come back today.
Zhen Qing took a deep breath, stood up from the embroidery pier in front of the dressing table, and walked towards him. She looked at the red-cheeked and drunk King Chu across from him and sniffed the wine on the person opposite him.
He was so angry that he looked slightly stunned and asked: "Your Majesty, where have you been?"
Seeing Zhen Qing, King Chu's eyes were bright and lively, and he said with a chuckle: "Princess, under the recommendation of my third uncle, I accompanied a few Jiangnan scholars today, including Fang Kuang of the Fang family and other Jinling Six
Jun, they are all talented and learned people who have read poetry and books."
The king of Chu's external persona was that of a polite and virtuous corporal, who was fond of poetry and calligraphy, and liked to hang out with knowledgeable people in literature. When he came to Jiangnan this time, he naturally communicated with those scribes, and of course he also tried to establish contact with the Jiangnan officials behind him.
King Chu said, sat down on the embroidered pier, stared at Zhen Qing with burning eyes, and asked: "Princess, what did Jia Ziyu say?"
"We have already agreed, it will be tomorrow night." Zhen Qing frowned, covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and said quietly: "Your Highness, please go take a shower first, you smell like alcohol."
There is also some fragrance of powder on the body. Did you just come back from the Qinhuai River?
Thinking of this, the trace of guilt deep in my heart dissipated a lot.
The prince was originally a romantic by nature, but she used to be more strict in controlling him and used countless methods to make him restrain himself. Now she just ignores him and is already so wild.
In comparison, that bastard has never heard of going to the Qinhuai River since he came to Jinling, and he has even declined the Ye family of Ye Huanhua House several times. From this look, he can be considered clean and self-sufficient?
In fact, although Zhen Qing has identified Jia Heng, it is difficult not to compare Jia Heng with the King of Chu in her heart, because only by comparing again and again can the guilt gods generated by secular ethics be dispelled.
Then, after all the comparisons... Jia Heng won completely!
King Chu nodded and said, "Princess, I'm going to take a bath first."
Watching her husband leave smelling of alcohol, the bright smile on Yanye's face gradually faded, until she looked gloomy, pursed her thin lips, and finally sighed softly.
There was one more thing she needed to think of.
It seems that she hasn't seen Tiangui for four or five days this month. I thought it was delayed by a few days, but thinking about it today, I'm afraid...
I remember when I was pregnant with Chun'er, it was like this in the past few days.
It's all that bastard's fault, he always wants to...
"No matter what, just in case, we have to think of a way in advance." Zhen Qing's eyes flickered dimly, the millstone left the embroidery pier, and walked to the window, her eyes flickered, thinking about the basis for not sleeping with the King of Chu.
Go ahead and cover up this matter.
She didn't want to wait until she had morning sickness to deal with this matter. By then it would be too late.
While Zhen Qing was thinking about the strategy of "stealing the sky and changing the sun" and "hiding the sky from the sky", she suddenly heard the sound of heavy footsteps and turned her eyes.
After King Chu took a bath, he had no intention of fussing and said softly: "Princess, I will rest first."
With that said, he walked towards the bed in the inner compartment.
Seeing this, Zhen Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Your Highness, please go to bed first. I still want to look at this month's account books."
"Yes." King Chu responded with a humming sound, and within a moment, there was a thunderous snoring sound.
Zhen Qing looked at the figure lying on the bed, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she had a plan in mind.
I'm afraid she still has to pay attention to the word "drink". As long as the prince is drunk and she says they had sex, the prince will only think that it is hers.
Beauty originally had a decisive and decisive nature, so she made up her mind and began to perfect her plan.
On the other side, Jinling and Ningguo Mansion
The night was already dark, the autumn wind was desolate, the wind and rain fell on the entire corridor eaves, and even the temperature dropped a bit.
On a lacquered wood table that is three feet long and two feet long, there is a copper candlestick placed on it. It is beating with the clusters of candlelight, and the wax tears are flowing like uncontrollable. The untrimmed candles are sometimes waxy.
Mixed with air, a "crackling" sound was made.
A slightly petite figure grows from thin to thick on the window, and the shadow of the pink hair on the bun gradually becomes flush with the window sill.
Ying'er tiptoed closer, listening to the girl's moaning and moaning voice from behind the curtain, mixed with the voice that she didn't know what to say. Her pretty cheeks were already as hot as fire, and the pink lips that had previously been "telling tales" were slightly twitching.
He raised his head and wanted to blow out the light.
"No need to blow out the lamp." A vague voice came from the curtain, which startled Ying'er.
He had no choice but to quietly leave the inner compartment and head towards the outside.
Jia Heng was also blowing the lamp at this moment. Baochai leaned her head to the side, holding Jia Heng's shoulders with both hands. Her apricot eyes were slightly closed. Under the light of the lamp, she looked like a snow-white and dazzling stone lion in front of Ningguo Mansion. She only trembled unconsciously occasionally.
Constantly grunting.
Jia Heng put his arms around Baochai's slender shoulders, and when the snowy ridge broke off the plum blossoms, he hugged Baochai tightly and whispered, "Sister Xue."
It was almost the beginning of winter, and the autumn wind outside the window was slightly cold. Inside the curtains of the hibiscus tent, the two of them were lying on the bed, naked, hugging each other to keep warm.
Because Baochai is hiding the heat poison... Well, the little fat girl is full of firepower.
Jia Heng was holding Baochai at the moment, feeling as if he had fallen into a pile of cotton. Even because Baochai was younger, he was softer and softer than Yuanchun.
At this moment, the hanging curtain was pushed aside, Baochai's hair on the temples was slightly messed up, and it stuck to her face. Her bright apricot eyes under the green feather eyebrows were shining, and she looked at the young man with joy and shame.
, said: "Brother Heng."
Jia Heng said with emotion: "Sister Xue is really like someone piled in the snow, just like the snow beauty, Yang Guifei."
He didn't know what to do with Empress Song, but Baochai was indeed a snow beauty.
"Brother Heng is talking nonsense again." Baochai said with shy eyebrows and tilted his head to the side. His jade cheeks were as hot as fire, just like the beauty of a peach core. The bone-gnawing and heart-gnawing feeling just now came to his heart and he could not control himself.
Then what about Concubine Yang? Beauty is a disaster. Besides, she is Concubine Yang. How does Brother Heng compare to Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty?
Jia Heng said softly: "I will continue to serve my sister."
Baochai snorted and said nothing.
After a while, looking through a thin candlelight, Jia Heng looked at Baochai, leaned into the girl's ear and whispered: "Sister, why don't you serve me for a while?"
This map of Yan State is a bit long.
"Ah?" Baochai was just thinking about it. Hearing this, his bright eyes opened slightly. His face, which was as red as blood in the darkness, was covered with a layer of confusion. His voice trembled slightly and he said, "Brother Heng, how can I serve you like this?"
Jia Heng had no choice but to whisper a few words in Baochai's ear. In view of Daiyu's lesson, he explained in more detail this time.
Baochai felt her heart beating wildly when she heard this. Her body was as soft as a silkworm, her teeth bit her lower lip, and her voice trembled as she said, "It's me who should serve Brother Heng."
She was his wife and she should have offered to serve him.
In fact, this young girl who has always had a good mind may still have some doubts deep down in her heart, whether Jia Heng is deceiving her body, just like the unlucky scholar in the novel, who started to be confused and finally gave up.
After winning a series of fantastic victories, this deepest worry has long since dissipated.
To put it bluntly, with Jia Heng’s current status, anyone who wants to throw himself into his arms can go from Shenjing to Jinling.
Not long after, Baochai sank her soft and plump body into the brocade quilt.
Jia Heng's face paused for a moment, looking at the flickering lights outside, and whispering instructions from time to time.
After all, I read a lot of Yuan Ren's hundreds of storybooks, and I knew something about it when no one noticed it, but I haven't verified it yet.
I don't know how long it took, the night was dark and the rain was pattering. Jia Heng looked at the flickering lights outside, his eyes as calm as the abyss were slightly lost in thought, thinking about the status of Chai and Dai.
It is true that Chunlan Qiuju each has his or her own success, and Baochai seems to be more talented.
After a while, Baochai's apricot eyes were bright, her pear-like cheeks turned red with shame, and she pursed her glossy lips, as if she had something unspeakable.
Jia Heng looked at the girl with soft snow shoulders and bright moonlight, handed over a handkerchief, and whispered: "Sister, it's nothing, I wasn't before..."
He didn't give Baochai too much trouble just now.
Baochai's cheeks were as bright as the clouds, and her voice trembled slightly as she said, "I didn't know that Brother Heng worked so hard in the past."
Previously, she only cared about herself and didn't think about her husband's suffering.
Jia Heng: "..."
This Baochai is so virtuous and virtuous. Why didn't you discover it earlier?
Jia Heng stood up, put a cup of tea on the high table, and said softly: "Okay, no more talking, let's go to sleep."
When Baochai heard the words, she didn't say much, her heart skipped a beat, and she responded gently, letting the young man hug her soft body and snuggle up together to sleep peacefully.
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next day
The sky started to rain again, falling on the eaves, washing the eaves tiles to a shiny black color. When the breeze came, the bare sycamore trees shook the raindrops, and fell into the valleys of the rocks, mixed with a few yellow leaves.
The stagnant water rippled in circles, while the red beams and cornices on the mirror were nowhere to be found.
In the wing room, behind the hanging curtain, Jia Heng woke up from the delicate body of warm and fragrant nephrite. Feeling the warmth and softness on his body, he turned to look at Baochai, whose cheeks were red and sleeping sweetly, and he gently took it.
Open an arm around your own neck.
The girl with smooth muscles and bones, soft and warm fragrance, made a "squeak" sound in her sleep, her bright eyes were closing, her fine and curved eyelashes were trembling, she slowly opened her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes were calm, and her white and greasy face was like
Xue's face showed surprise, and her voice was soft and soft, with a rare hint of coquettishness, and she said, "Brother Heng, when is it?"
Jia Heng smiled and said softly: "Sister Xue, the sun is shining... up."
As he spoke, he patted Baochai gently.
Baochai's face turned red with embarrassment and said angrily: "Brother Heng."
How could this... hit her there?
Perhaps, in the eyes of Brother Heng, she is more like a child?
Jia Heng said, propped up one arm, stood up, looked at the girl who was shy and happy, gently stroked the girl's snow-white and round shoulders, and said warmly: "Sister Xue, there are some military affairs that need me today.
To deal with it.”
Baochai's face with a little baby fat was gorgeous, and the moist eyes under Cuiyu's beautiful eyebrows were filled with attachment and sweetness, and she said softly: "Brother Heng, please be busy, I will serve Brother Heng."
As he said that, he took the blue embroidered red plum dress on the side and put it on. The rich and greasy snow was dazzling in white and dazzling in red.
Not long after, Jia Heng put on his clothes, sat on the bed, put on his official boots, and called softly: "Ying'er."
At this time, Ying'er responded with a "Hey" and had already brought a basin of hot water. Her cheeks were red and she whispered: "Girl, sir, wash up."
Last night, he also said that the uncle spent the night at Miss Lin's place, and he didn't want to sleep in the same bed as the girl last night.
"Wait for your girl, I'll wash my face too." Jia Heng stood up, walked slowly to the bronze mirror, and straightened his clothes.
At this moment, Baochai also put on clothes and embroidered shoes, and came closer. Her jade face showed joy and attachment, and she said, "Brother Heng, let me do it."
I originally wanted to call my husband, but hesitated and gave up.
Jia Heng turned around and said warmly: "Sister, wear more clothes so you don't catch a cold."
In fact, after sleeping with Daiyu that night, he discovered that in the hearts of Chai and Dai, sleeping in the same bed was considered a real couple.
Baochai came closer and arranged Jia Heng's lapel. In his gentle and gentle voice, which already had the charm of a wife, he asked, "Will you come back for lunch?"
"Come back, Sister Xue will cook some more dishes for me." Jia Heng chuckled and explained: "Today, I went to the Ministry of War to see the ordnance delivered and the promotion of some generals in the Jiangnan Camp.
.”
Sometimes he liked to talk to Baochai about career and economics, and he looked at her cautiously wanting to interrupt but not daring to do so.
Baochai looked at Jia Heng with moist, almond-shaped eyes, pursed her pink lips, and chuckled: "Brother Heng, please be more careful on the road."
Jia Heng said: "I will, let's have breakfast together later."
After Ying'er prepared the washing utensils, the two of them finished washing, sat around the small table, and had breakfast.
Jia Heng put down Kuaizi and said: "Sister Xue, our family's properties were originally some business houses in Shenjing, and some of them are managed by the eldest sister, but she is busy helping the eldest princess's house manage the affairs of the House of Internal Affairs.
Yes, Keqing is still in charge of some of them, but I plan to open a batch of new shops in Jinling to engage in maritime trade. These are related to some of the Xue family's shops, and they are usually
Second uncle and Xue Biao and others are in charge of it, so if you help with some cooking, I can feel more at ease."
It is indeed appropriate for Baochai to handle the maritime trade business, because the Xue family will not give birth to vassals of their own.
Hearing this, Baochai smiled and looked at the young man opposite, and said softly: "Since Brother Heng said so, I will take care of it for Brother Heng."
Now there is no rejection at all like last night.
Jia Heng took Baochai's hand and said, "Sister, we are a family. You don't have to hide your clumsiness from me in the future. When you return to Beijing, you and Ke Qing will manage the house together."
When Baochai heard this, his face paused, and his plump and jade face was full of dignity.
Ying'er listened, with a hint of joy on her face.
She secretly thought that after the girl and Uncle Heng slept in the same bed, it was like honey mixed with oil.
But what's the matter with the lack of red on the bed? Did the two of them not have swords and feet on the ground last night?
Jia Heng finished breakfast in the wing where Baochai lived and headed towards the front hall. He saw that Chen Xiao had changed into Feiyu clothes and had been waiting for a long time. He looked at Jia Heng with a dull look on his face, showing no emotion or anger.
"After I change my clothes, let's go to the Yamen of the Ministry of War." Jia Heng said softly.
"Yes." Chen Xiao nodded, with a somewhat indifferent look on his crystal-clear jade face.
Jia Heng's heart moved slightly. He walked closer, looked at the girl's eyebrows and said, "I have something on my mind."
"No." Chen Xiao looked away and said in a firm tone.
Jia Heng stretched out his hand and gently stroked the young man's eyebrows, and whispered: "When you are worried, things are different here."
Chen Xiao: "..."
This...does this person know her so well?
He reached out and gently pushed Jia Heng's hand away.
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and said, "If you have anything to tell me, don't keep it in your heart."
It's probably not jealousy. If it was a woman thing, I would have ridiculed him long ago.
The only thing that could make Xiaoxiao so preoccupied and play hide-and-seek with him was the White Lotus Sect.
Chen Xiao shook his head and said, "Actually, it's nothing."
Just yesterday, the teaching said that Chen Yuan should arrive in Jinling today, but she didn't know what the intention was, but it felt like a good person was not coming.
Jia Heng said: "It's okay."
After saying that, I stopped asking any more questions.
Jia Heng went to take a bath and change clothes, and called Li Shu, asking Detective Jinyi to pay special attention to what was going on in the city recently.
Then, after everything was finished, a group of guards in Jinyi came down to the Yamen of the Ministry of War, came to the Secretary's Office, and sat down behind the bookcase.
He looked down at the officers of the Ministry of War who were standing with their hands raised in fear.
Jia Heng's face was indifferent, and he asked a member of the Military Department's Arsenal Department, a foreign minister, and said in a deep voice: "Where are the ordnance escorted by the King of Chu now?"
"Sir, it has been delivered to the arsenal and sealed with a note." The foreigner said in a low voice.
Jia Heng said: "Where is the escort list?"
The foreigner took a blue book from Ling Shi beside him, walked a few steps quickly, and handed it over with both hands.
Jia Heng took the escort book and flipped through it expressionlessly.
In fact, there were not many ordnances sent by the King of Chu, but because the army had already won the victory at Chongmingsha, these ordnances were not used.
Jia Heng ordered the Jinyi Palace Guards on the side: "Send someone to count the number, and distribute it to the Bao Tao Guards and Hu Ben Guards of the Jiangnan Camp."
After that, Jia Heng inquired about the workshops under the Military and War Bureau of the Qingli Department of the Arsenal, and assigned the task of supplying ordnance within a certain time according to the production capacity. After finishing the work and seeing that it was already noon, he returned to Ningguo Mansion.