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, suddenly filled the house with pink flowers, willows and green leaves, pearls and jade, like a colorful garden.
Jia's mother 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 moistened his throat. 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 floods in the Yangtze River and Huaihe River caused a shortage of food in Huai'an Prefecture. 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 introduced everything that happened in Huai'an Mansion.
Tell Jia Mu in advance that people from the south of the province will sue him in front of Jia Mu, and there is no need to say anything about disregarding the feelings of the same clan.
After listening to what Jia Heng said, Mother Jia'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 restrain it, so it has become more and more different in recent years."
Others listened and also echoed.
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. Don't allow others to find mistakes and use them as excuses."
Jia Mu smiled and said: "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 that you 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 movements 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, with moist 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 pavilions 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."
Mother Jia turned to look at Yuan Chun, Tan Chun and other little girls who were looking at Jia Heng with smiles. She 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"
, supporting 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, "I'm relieved that Brother Heng is back. 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 returned to Rongguo Mansion accompanied by Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, Aunt Xue and others. After Jia Mu left, Jia Heng looked at several people and asked about their recent situation after leaving Beijing.
Because Yuanchun, Tanchun, and Xiangyun had all gone to Luoyang and Huai'an Mansion, the joy of reunion was somewhat muted, and it was obviously difficult for Chai Dai and Chai Dai to talk alone because there were too many people.
So everyone sat there for a while and knew that Jia Heng was back to reunite with Qin Keqing. They said a few words and left one after another without stopping at Sister Feng's greeting.
On a midsummer night, the bright moon is as bright as silver, and the moonlight is like a three-foot-long streak. It passes through the window and shines on the black lacquered wood table, like gauze and mist. In the courtyard, several sycamore trees rustle 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, and 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 gaze, his clear eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help but reach out and gently lift 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 hint of foxiness, and under her willow-leaf eyebrows, her bright eyes were as charming as silk. She hesitated and said: "Master, There is no one waiting outside, and I don’t know how you got here?”
Jia Heng chuckled, gently lifted Qingwen's smooth and smooth chin, and said, "I'm busy with business, and I don't have time to think about anything else."
Naturally, there are people waiting for her, including Princess Xianning, Yuanchun, and Jinyang. It is hard to explain these to Qingwen.
While talking, the two of them entered the bathtub. Qingwen gently hugged Jia Heng's neck from behind. She pursed her glossy pink lips and whispered, "Did the young master miss me?"
Jia Heng said: "Why didn't you think about it?"
"I thought 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: "Sir, I didn't hurt the little maid at home. I was still learning and practicing calligraphy at home."
Immediately, she turned around, looked at Jia Heng intently, and said in a charming voice: "However, I thought that even if the young master forgets me, he will not forget that there is still grandma at home, and... Miss Bao." of?"
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 will definitely spend more time with Keqing and Baochai, and he can't favor one over the other. Well, I should go see Daiyu when I have time.
Qingwen softly said "Hmm", leaned her charming face against Jia Heng's arms, and said infatuatedly: "Sir, you will miss me this time when you go out."
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, she felt a tremor all over her body, as if she had been struck by thunder, and her delicate body suddenly softened. Qiong snorted, her jade 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.
On the bed surrounded by curtains, 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 closer, sat down next to the beauty, took Qin Keqing's delicate jade hand, and asked, "What are you sewing for? It's so late, be careful not to hurt your eyes."
"Sew two small clothes." Qin Keqing raised her face, which was as beautiful as a peach and plum, and her eyebrows 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 of them 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 glanced at the young man in a straight shirt shyly, 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 and beautiful 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: "Jing Qing, he 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, "That's fine. 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. when will you....."
"Is it finished? So soon?" 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 to 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. It's because 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 face and said softly: "Didn't your husband say you won't avoid it before?" 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.
When you have children, your eyes become weird.
The problem is that while he is still growing taller and stronger, it is difficult to even have children.
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The next day, the sky was bright, and the eastern morning light enveloped 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 be disturbed, 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 reflected the exquisite and graceful curves on the window lattice, and the eyebrows and eyes were 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 was shocked and delighted. She raised her jade face, 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 toward the house by herself, without even meeting Jia Heng. "Master." Jia Heng called out without taking it seriously. He followed Miaoyu into the courtyard and 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 look directly at Jia Heng, and her voice, as cold as a flying spring, sounded in the side room, with a bit 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 sat down 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 trembled slightly and 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, and the summer is long. The sun shines warmly through the windows, and the fragrance of all kinds of flowers outside 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, "Master, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I have lost a lot of money."
Her temperament is as beautiful as an orchid, her talent is 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 aloof, frosty, and independent aura about her.
Hearing this, Miaoyu paused, a hint of shyness flashed across her cold and jade-like snowy face, she pursed her pink lips, and stared at the young man opposite who had an increasingly clear face, and 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 delicate and picturesque features, and joked.
Despite Miaoyu's cold appearance 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 am a little thirsty, and this cup of tea from Master is undoubtedly the best to quench my thirst." "You...you..." Miaoyu listened to the young man opposite. The hot words made her heart feel like it was being burned. She felt her face turned red and her ears were red, and her body was a little weak. She turned her head and hummed softly. Her voice was as cold as ice and snow melting, with a hint of Wu Nong's soft words. He sarcastically said, "Uncle Yong Ning, who doesn't want to be famous in the world, turns out to be a frivolous monk."
With that said, he made a show of taking back the green jade bucket.
, said angrily: "No matter how frivolous it is, I won't let you drink it."
However, just as he stretched out his jade hand, his crystal clear eyes were in a trance. 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. She felt frightened and frightened. happiness.
"Master Tai has said so. If I don't do something like a disciple, wouldn't I be disappointing Master Tai?" Jia Heng looked into Miaoyu's eyes and said softly. He suddenly left his seat and stood up. Sitting next to Miaoyu, Jiang came over.
"You...you..." When Miaoyu saw this, Fangxin was shocked at first, her cheeks on both sides turned red, her heart was filled with ripples, her teeth bit her lower lip tightly, He 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 prefer 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 become 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 arm around Miaoyu's shoulder with the other hand. He asked, "Have you received the letter you wrote to your 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 slightly in her hand.
Miaoyu allowed the young man to grab her hand, but she felt her delicate body softening and her heart beating so hard. She wanted to pull away for a moment, but she was reluctant to let go, but her cheeks were stained with scarlet and her eyebrows were lowered. He lowered his head and said "Hmm" softly, 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 he even think about pushing him away?
"Uncle Heng said in his letter that when he returns, he will let the poor nun brew a pot of good tea so that he can discuss mysteries. Now this is it." Miaoyu's face was slightly red, and she pursed her lips. She didn't know why, but she seemed to be thinking subconsciously. 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, her face flushed, and under Liu Ye's slender eyebrows, she glared angrily at Jia Heng. The hand held by the young man squeezed Jia Heng back, but she undoubtedly let this person This cold and eccentric nun has an indescribable cuteness and playfulness.
Jia Heng smiled, almost unable to control himself, and asked, "Then why didn't the master's wife reply to my letter?"
The girl's hand was stroking Miaoyu's hand. The fingers of the girl's hand were slender and the skin was delicate. There was no cocoon of beads between the palms 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 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, which were rosy. She whispered: "I wrote... .It’s just not convenient to send it out.”
She was so ashamed that she glanced at the teacup with clear eyes and said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Heng, drink tea first, the tea is already cold."
After this man came back, he knew that he was frivolous towards 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 away for several 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?
