In the courtyard of Xichun, in the Miaoyu wing, candlelight dances, people are silhouetted, and the green smoke of borneol mixed with licorice and musk rises from the birds in the cage.
On the bed, there is a nun wearing a moon-white ice silk robe, with her black hair draped over her shoulders. Her cold and jade face, which has not been painted with any powder, has gone away from the severe illness. She no longer looks haggard, her complexion is rosy, and her beauty is scattered like 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.
It's like a magnificent historical picture of war and iron horses unfolding between the lines.
When my thoughts were uncertain, suddenly, a nanny entered 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 are you 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 gentle, explaining his purpose and saying, "The ground dragon is stirring today, and Brother Heng is busy going to the Yamen to do some business."
Miaoyu's frowned eyebrows slowly relaxed and she asked casually: "What did you do?"
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 had no knowledge of the collapse of the imperial mausoleum and the subsequent series of disasters.
Xichun pinched her handkerchief and said softly: "I heard from Brother Heng earlier that the tombs that King Zhongshun was supervising were knocked down due to the churning of the earth dragon. Prince Zhongshun's palace was inspected by Jinyi Mansion, and he was involved. There are many others. All the young 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, but with a hint of urgency, she asked, "Do you know what the final situation will be like?"
She knew that the earth dragon was stirring in her childhood. She didn't want to be the reason why King Zhongshun lost power?
Xichun shook her head and said, "I haven't seen Brother Heng yet and 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 scandal. He only talked about the birth gift that Jia Heng gave Daiyu. The girl paused obviously and her eyes flashed. Flashing, I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
The four springs are Yuan, Ying, Tan and Xi, and birthdays are almost clustered throughout the spring.
After Miaoyu heard what Xichun said, a trace of worry appeared in her eyes, and she whispered: "He moved with someone...is everything okay?"
Xichun said: "I see, it should be fine, but no one else knows."
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 twelve o'clock 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, "You'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 tell you to go down now. Young Master has prepared hot water. You can go and take a bath."
Jia Heng nodded without saying much, 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 knocked down by the earth dragon. I was only slightly injured, nothing serious."
"Master, why didn't you tell me before?" Qingwen frowned slightly and asked eagerly.
Jia Heng said: "It's okay. I brought some medicinal wine. After I take a shower 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 to 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 the young master just said it lightly, she knew better than anyone how thrilling it was.
Jia Heng felt slightly surprised, turned around and looked at the pretty girl, pinched her smooth face, and asked, "You're so good, why are you crying?"
Speaking of which, Qingwen was, in a real sense, his first maid after coming to this world.
"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, you are not in Tianxiang Tower today, and you haven't seen them. They sang and sang in harmony in front of the eldest lady, and on the basis of the eldest girl's marriage, the one who sent the young master was wrong."
Jia Heng was silent for a moment, then said: "Isn't this the case with the woman in the back house? She has short eyes. Do you still remember what I told you back in Liutiao Alley?"
As he spoke, he gently stroked Qingwen's slender shoulders, and the smooth and delicate shoulders flowed out of 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 today, which is 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.
"Are you spared?" Jia Heng said softly, squeezed the little bear, smiled and said, "I have grown up and become more 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 two of them were speaking somewhat inconsistently at this moment.
However, it's pretty much the same. He has indeed grown up, which is his credit.
Turning around and letting Qingwen help with the bath, the girl immediately came forward, her soft and slender figure clinging to the big tree like a vine.
"Sir, if you're sleepy, just lean on and 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 as he 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 inner room and looked at the girl whose shoulders were being squeezed 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 because it would only 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 and 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 lights were projected on the cabinets and high tables on the wall. The couple talked in a low voice, 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 ready?"
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 to facilitate taking 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, after the rain had 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, swallowed it, and replied softly.
Qin Keqing nodded and said, "I think my father has been worried about the Ministry of Works for the past two days."
"It will take a while. I have been busy with this project recently. I will talk to my father-in-law tomorrow." Jia Heng said.
While they were talking, a maid entered the hall, interrupted the couple's conversation, and said, "Master, Master Miaoyu from the east courtyard said that she has something to see you, and she 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 incident.”
"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, lost in thought. 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 charitable 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, extended her hand to invite him, "Uncle Heng, please come and talk in the room."
The two of them entered the wing room and sat down separately.
"How are you these days, Master? Are you completely healed?" Jia Heng looked at the nun who turned to make tea and asked.
The nun wears a wonderful bun, a monk's robe made of white crane silk, and a water-fire silk ribbon around her waist. She is dressed neither as a monk nor as a Taoist.
Miaoyu carried the teapot, took the green jade bucket, poured the tea for Jia Heng, turned around and handed it over, her voice as 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, Today I have paid my dues.”
"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, tears rolling in her bright eyes, she closed her eyes slightly, the tears flowed silently to her cheeks, her pear blossoms were covered with rain, and her expression was sad.
Jia Heng didn't say much, sighed softly, let Miaoyu sob, and comforted: "If you want to cry, just cry. It's human nature."
Hearing this, Miaoyu seemed to be unable to suppress her sadness any longer. 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 emotions 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 self-destruct. You are so sad that you still need to look forward." That’s it.”
Miaoyu softly said "Yeah". After feeling sad at this moment, she was shocked to realize that she was actually in the arms of the young man?
Jia Heng let go of Miaoyu's shoulders and whispered: "I told you before that the scandal back then was so involved that it is not easy to rectify it. 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 spoke, 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 give it to you after I wash it."
"It doesn't matter, it's just tears, it's not dirty." Jia Heng's face paused and he whispered: "Besides, 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 need to go to Jinyi Mansion to interrogate the eucalyptus later. Then I will ask about this eucalyptus." , I’ll talk to Master Tai later.”
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 thought to herself, when did Xichun come?
"Did the matter that Master Miaoyu missed so much come to fruition?" Xichun pursed her lips and glanced at Miaoyu, who still 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.
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