The night outside the window is blurry, the bamboo shadows inside the house are swaying red, and the lanterns are swaying in the wind under the eaves of the corridor. On the corridor paved with green bricks, there are circles of red and yellow intertwined light and shadow.
On the bamboo couch, the beauty's beautiful neck was slightly raised, her eyes were tightly closed under the curved eyelashes, and her face was as cold as jade, already as red as blood, and her delicate body was trembling slightly, as if she was ashamed. He couldn't see anyone, but he only opened his eyes from time to time and took a peek at the young man who was busy all the time.
After a while...
Jia Heng picked up a handkerchief and wiped his face, looked at Miaoyu, whose delicate body was trembling and her face was blushing, and asked: "Master, how are you doing?"
Miaoyu wanted to bury her head in the pillow and snorted, but she shouldn't do it at all. This man liked to make fun of her.
Jia Heng didn't care, he came closer, looked at the jade face with delicate and picturesque eyebrows, and whispered: "I don't believe in anything that is inherently ominous. Since I like Shitai, even if the Buddha comes, I can't stop him. ." Such God-given gifts make it difficult for people to extricate themselves.
"Don't talk nonsense..." Miaoyu heard this and was filled with surprises. However, Fang felt anxious and couldn't help but open her starry eyes. She quickly stood up with her arms and looked at the young man worriedly, her expression almost clear. Shuang: "You don't know what's good and what's bad, and you don't know what to say."
Seeing the solemn and anxious look on Miaoyu's face, Jia Heng leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Okay, I won't talk nonsense. Are you still afraid now?"
One day I will hold Miaoyu in the Buddhist hall... Well, I can't be too outrageous.
Miaoyu's originally clear and frosty jade face was as hot as fire with shame. She was as bright and delicate as a peach blossom in February. She looked at the young man intently and said word by word: "If you are really affected by the disaster, I will I will never live alone in this world.”
When Jia Heng heard this, the smile on his face froze slightly. He caught the firmness between the girl's eyebrows and was silent for a moment, just looking deeply at Miaoyu.
Miaoyu stared intently, her eyes facing each other at this moment, their eyes gradually became blurred, as if they only had each other in their eyes.
Jia Heng whispered: "Those are the words of charlatans without any basis. Don't be afraid. I am a military general. I go into battle and fight. I don't know how many killings have been caused. The evil spirit on my body makes even evil spirits have to stay away. Those disasters of yours , How does it compare to this? In fact, according to the Buddhist theory of retribution and reincarnation, we will go to the eighteenth level of hell, so we can be considered a match made in heaven.
The stern, straight face reflected in Miaoyu's bright starry eyes made her heart overflow with sweetness and joy.
She and him are no different from husband and wife now. If there is a disaster, it will be too late. However, with the blessing of the Buddha, everything will come to her.
Jia Heng raised his eyes and looked at Miaoyu, and whispered softly: "That matter should not be delayed. I will consecrate the master to suppress the disaster."
Miaoyu was stunned for a moment, but soon after she realized what she was doing, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and anger in her heart. This man never forgot to make fun of her, scolding her: "How can you bully a monk like this?"
But seeing the shadow approaching, he couldn't help but stamp it again. Um? no? Just now I was teasing her, and now...
Miao Yufang's heart was beating wildly, she stretched out her hand to push Jia Heng away, her eyes showed anger under her beautiful eyebrows, and she said in shock: "You... how could you do this?"
"Even if the master has a mysophobia, you can't dislike yourself, right?" Jia Heng said with a chuckle.
"You... just like teasing people." Miaoyu's pink face turned red with embarrassment, and she gently hit Jia Heng's shoulder with her fist. Before she could finish her words, she saw the man serious Printed it again.
After a long time, Jia Heng looked at the limp Miaoyu, feeling a little fond of her. He gently stroked the beautiful hair on her head and said softly: "Master, please help me take off my clothes."
It’s now time, but we should savor it slowly.
Miao Yurong's cheeks were dizzy, her delicate body trembled slightly, her jade hands trembled uncontrollably, and she went to untie Jia Heng's belt.
But at this moment, I heard a voice coming from outside, with a bit of tenderness and softness: "Is Sister Miaoyu in there?"
When Jia Heng heard this, he looked at
She was startled, and her heart skipped a beat. This was the voice of her fourth sister, Xichun. She quickly got up, but luckily her clothes were still on.
"What should I do?" When Miaoyu heard Xichun's voice, her appearance suddenly changed, and she immediately panicked. She hurriedly put on her skirt and looked at Jiaheng angrily. It was all his nonsense just now.
Jia Heng's face was calm. When he saw the candlesticks on the tables, he walked closer and blew out the lights, and the room suddenly fell into darkness. "Well, why did the candle go out?" Xichun's voice suddenly came from outside, with a hint of doubt in his soft voice.
Jia Heng whispered to Miaoyu: "Miaoyu, I'm going to send the fourth sister away."
Fourth sister, what are you doing here at this time?
"If you hide first, you will act nonsense." Miaoyu said urgently. If Xichun sees her now naked, how will she see anyone in the future?
Jia Heng whispered: "There's no need to be sneaky. The fourth sister is still young and she doesn't understand those things. Besides, if we hide and get blocked by her, it will be unclear.
I don't know who was enjoying it just now and couldn't help himself. He gently held his shoulders to facilitate his actions. Now he started to complain a little.
However, this was his first experience of being interrupted at such a critical moment.
While talking, Xichun, who was in the inner hall, heard the whispers coming from the inner room. The girl's hearing was keen, and her pretty and melodious voice had a touch of softness and she asked: "Is Brother Heng in there?"
"Why are there no candles here? This chess piece." Jia Heng said deliberately in the room, cooperating with the lights being blown out just now.
He thought to himself, he is still outside. If he is inside, even if the Buddha comes, he will not be able to stop him.
Suppressing a trace of weirdness in her heart, she looked at Miaoyu and whispered: "I'll go out and talk to the fourth sister first. You quickly change your clothes." Miaoyu also calmed down at this time and responded softly, rustling. Illuminated by a ray of moonlight, I began to change into the monk's robe. As Jia Heng spoke, he walked out of the inner room and came to the living room. He looked at Xichun who was sitting on the pearwood chair across from him. The girl was wearing a pink dress and a bun. She had a childish face and pretty teeth, even though she was not very old. , but having seen one or two bright and beautiful faces, he asked with a smile: "Fourth sister, why are you here?
Because everyone knew Miaoyu's "eccentric" temperament, they couldn't enter the bedroom without telling her, but just waited in the hall.
Xichun's beautiful eyebrows were raised, and her bright eyes were fixed, looking at the young man, with a look of surprise on his pretty and frosty little face, and he said, "Brother Heng, are you here too?"
This cold-hearted little loli, like Xiangyun and Tanchun, had already changed her name to call Jia Heng brother Heng.
"Come here and play a game of chess with Master Miaoyu. I don't want the candle to burn out." Jia Heng picked up the tea cup on the side and took a sip. He suppressed the sweetness that filled his mouth and kept a calm expression on his face as if nothing had happened. .
Hearing this, Xichun felt something was wrong and asked softly, "What about Sister Miaoyu?"
"The chess pieces fell to the floor just now, and she is still cleaning them up." Jia Heng said softly, with a gentle look: "Why did the fourth sister come here?" "It turned out that I drew a picture and wanted to show it to Sister Miaoyu. , are some of the scenery of Huifang Garden in the past two days." Xichun said in a clear voice, looking at the boy in the python suit with shining eyes, pursed her pink lips, and asked, "Brother Heng doesn't like me coming?"
After all, she is a girl with keen senses, and she immediately asked the key question.
Jia Heng's eyes fell on the scroll held by the maid behind Xichun. Hearing Xichun's words, he smiled and asked, "How could that be? It's just that there is
↓Some surprises, is this the painting brought by the fourth sister? Let me see.
As he said this, he looked towards the painting, took the scroll from his hand, and took a closer look. He saw that it was indeed the pavilions, pavilions, flowers, plants and trees of Huifang Garden, which were lifelike.
Xichun quietly looked at the young man who was concentrating on the painting and asked softly: "Brother Heng, you said you wanted me to paint the portrait before. When will you let me paint it?"
Well, actually she heard from maid Caiping that he came to Miaoyu Master
Tai was talking here, so she mustered up the courage to come over. She had promised her to have her portrait painted, but she hadn't seen many people in the past few days.
Jia Heng said: "I told you last time, but I forgot about it. Recently
too busy. "
There was hesitation on Xichun's pretty face, she pursed her lips and asked, "I heard from my sister-in-law that Brother Heng is going to Yangzhou?"
Jia Heng nodded and said warmly: "So I have been busy with this matter in the past few days, and I couldn't get away from it, so I wanted to find my fourth sister to paint."
When Xichun heard this, her eyes dimmed and she was silent for a moment. Sure enough, she was so busy that she forgot about it.
Seeing Xichun who was suddenly silent, Jia Heng handed the scroll to Ru Hua aside, smiled, walked closer and asked, "Are you unhappy? I'm just too busy. I'll see if I have time to come over to you at noon tomorrow. Son, I want you to draw it for me."
He couldn't help but reached out and rubbed the bangs on the girl's forehead.
Xichun raised her little face and looked at the young man, her eyes were quiet, and she shook her head gently.
Jia Heng rubbed the bangs on Xichun's forehead and said softly: "Whatever worries you is written on your face. This little face is so taut that it just says I'm not happy, please comfort me." .”
I wanted to pinch Xichun's cheeks, but suddenly I remembered that there was something strange on my hands, so I had to give up this idea. Although the little girl didn't know what she was doing, it wasn't good either.
Xichun felt the pampering on her forehead, and the gentle words rang in her ears. She felt ashamed for a moment. When did she think so? Brother Heng actually said such shameful things.
She lowered her head, a light blush crept up her pretty face, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of shame in her heart.
Are all her worries written on her face? Can Brother Heng see it?
After thinking about it, I felt that some of those deeply hidden thoughts should not be seen, so I quickly suppressed the strangeness in my heart and asked softly: "Brother Heng, you should be more careful outside.
Jia Heng gently held Xichun's shoulders and said softly: "I will, fourth sister. If things go well over there, I will ask my eldest sister to take you to Jinling."
Xichun was overjoyed when she heard this. Under Liu Ye's slender eyebrows, she looked at Jia Heng with bright eyes and asked, "Is what Brother Heng said true?" She heard the maid next to the third sister say that they were outside. Visited many places of interest.
Jia Heng chuckled, rubbed the girl's bangs, and said, "When did I ever lie to you?"
What the little girl cared about most was that he had forgotten about the portrait painting he had promised and would have to make a memorandum in the future.
"Yes."
While they were talking, Miaoyu came out of the room, raised her eyes to look at the two of them, glanced angrily at the boy in the python suit, and then said softly: "What are you two brothers and sisters talking about?"
"Sister Miaoyu." Xichun looked at the girl, with joy in her beautiful brows, and said, "The painting is done.
Jia Heng raised his eyes and looked at Miaoyu. At this moment, the master's wife had changed into a monk's robe. Except for a trace of charm overflowing from the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Occasionally they looked at each other, their eyes showing shame and annoyance.
"Then let me take a look." Miaoyu came forward, picked up the album in Xichun's hand, looked at it under the light, and said softly: "The characters are okay, but the pavilions and pavilions are not so good, and the physical resemblance is better than the spiritual resemblance."
Xichun said softly: "Sister Miaoyu, this is the painting that Brother Heng taught me before. The emphasis is on similar shapes, delicate details, and lifelikeness. These two techniques are not the same painting style. I want to try to combine the two. Together."
Miaoyu glanced at Jia Heng and said, "Is this what you told her?
Jia Heng nodded and said: "Fourth sister is quite talented in painting. I happened to know a painting method that resembles portraits, so I gave her a brief introduction. Fourth sister paid attention to it, and maybe she got into the painting. Among the techniques."
Miaoyu said softly: "Don't learn too much at the beginning. First, perfect a technique and style to perfection, and then deduce and integrate it. This is the case for everyone who establishes a sect.
Jia Heng picked up the tea cup on the side, took a sip, looked at the cold-faced Miaoyu, smiled and said, "You are an expert in this area, just teach her."
Miaoyu was a young lady who came from an official family. She had previously thought that she was unparalleled in poetry, but it seems that Yu Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting should have extraordinary attainments. Miaoyu said in a clear voice: "Xichun has a good talent and is willing to study with concentration. In the future,
You may achieve something in one day. "
Xichun first glanced at Jia Heng, then at Miaoyu, blinked, and felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart. The sun came out from the west today. Why didn't the two of them quarrel after they met?
Jia Heng watched the two of them talking about the scroll, but couldn't finish it for a while. Although he felt regretful, he didn't stay anymore. He got up and left the courtyard where Miaoyu lived, intending to go back to accompany Ke Qing.
Yangzhou
As night falls, the bright moon shines in the sky, and the cold moonlight falls on the rippling blue waves of Slender West Lake. The breeze blows in the summer night, blowing in the Crane Garden on the side of Slender West Lake. The pines and waves are flickering, and on the brightly lit pavilions and pavilions, there is faint singing and dancing. Voices.
Five of the eight major salt merchants in Yangzhou, Huang Rishan, Huang Cheng, Bao Zuhui, Ma Xianjun, Cheng Peili and others gathered around a table to have a banquet and talk. "What did Mr. Wang say?" Cheng Peili put down the tea cup and raised his eyes to look at Huang Rishan, his eyes full of worry.
Huang Rishan shook his head and whispered: "Mr. Wang said that Mr. Liu was reckless. Burning the Yunku account books like this will probably lead to the court's intervention in advance."
The warehouse where the documents of the Salt Transportation Department were previously burned was the work of Yangzhou salt merchants and Liu Shengzao, the transshipment envoy of the Huaihe and Huaidu capitals.
Ma Xianjun, who was sitting below, his eyes as gloomy as iron, said coldly: "This is also an arrow on the string, I have to shoot!"
"Yes, Qi Ge always seems to want to write off the salt quota in Jinling and check the balance of the salt warehouse department's silver receipts and expenditures over the years. But how can this account book stand up to inspection? It is just a mess of bad debts. If we really want to check it, all the top and bottom officials will do it. It's going to be crazy." Bao Zuhui said in a low voice with a worried look on his face.
Ma Xianjun said: "Now is the right time. Even if the court wants to investigate, there is no way to do it."
Cheng Peili's face was as solemn as frost, and he whispered: "I'm afraid that the imperial court will use this matter to start a big fight and send those powerful people over to investigate. The last time Uncle Yongning was in Huai'an to supervise the river, this martial artist's methods are obvious to all. Now the Hedao Yamen has not yet filled up its official staff, so when this Tathagata comes to Yangzhou, it is bound to cause a bloody storm."
Huang Rishan said: "Brother Cheng, don't worry too much. Even if Uncle Yongning goes south to investigate, he will not mess around. There is no evidence, and he draws his sword and looks around, confused and invincible."
"Yes, the families in Jinling were not the same as before. They were reselling government rations, and Uncle Yongning didn't touch them. It was because there was no evidence." Huang Cheng continued.
Hearing this, several other people nodded in agreement.
In fact, Jia Heng's previous "tolerance" of the Jinling officials' children who were hoarding goods and reselling grain in Huai'an Prefecture played a somewhat confusing role.
Cheng Peili paused slightly and said, "Uncle Yong Ning should not be underestimated. This person can become the privy minister of the country at a young age, and his methods are definitely not limited to those."
"Brother Cheng is right. In short, you have to be prepared for a rainy day." Huang Rishan agreed, twirling his beard under his chin.
Ma Xianjun said coldly: "Since we are prepared for a rainy day, if there is any news over there in Beijing, we should send someone to deliver it. If the person who comes here is really evil, we cannot be caught off guard and wait for death!" Merchants in this era were already well aware of the information. In addition to the Yangzhou Guild Hall in Shenjing, the Yangzhou salt merchants also had other industries. They not only did business, but also inquired about the news in Beijing, and then sent letters via flying pigeons or delivered them back by fast horses.
"Brother Ma, don't be ridiculous." Cheng Peili frowned and said solemnly.
The cold look in Ma Xianjun's eyes faded, and he smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's just some means of self-protection at most. Who dares to openly defy the imperial court?
The Jade Rabbit sets in the west and the Golden Crow rises in the east.
The next day, it was bright and clear. After Jia Heng listened to Liu Jixian's report on the boat preparations for going south, he was sent back, picked up the intelligence summary from Yangzhou, and continued to read.
"Sir, Princess Chu and Princess Beijing are here, and grandma asked you to come over." Qingwen reported.
Because Zhen Xue's daughter Shui Xin has already recognized Qin Keqing as her godmother, and Jia Heng as her godfather, why should they meet and give gifts as a gift of acknowledgment? She was too "busy" just after returning to Beijing. Just didn't care.
Jia Heng put down the book in his hand, thinking of the softness of Princess Zhen Xue of Beijing, his expression paused, and he muttered:
He said, "Then I'll go take a look."
