Jinling, Ningguo Mansion
In the wing room in the backyard, there was a lamp like a bean, and the two people sat hugging each other.
Jia Heng stretched out his hand and gently touched Miaoyu's shoulder, turned to look at the girl with bright eyebrows, and said: "This matter and the last assassination of King Chu, the murderers are probably a group of people, all the remnants of King Zhao from the Longzhi Dynasty. "
With that, he briefly recounted the assassination of Queen Song.
Miaoyu's gentle and bright jade face changed slightly, and she said in shock: "Among the remnants of King Zhao of the Longzhi Dynasty, are there any remnants of the deposed prince?"
Because Miaoyu's father, Suzhou Weaving Chang Jin, was framed by King Zhongshun and implicated in the case of the deposed prince and the remaining party members. Therefore, Miaoyu was no stranger to the deposed prince, King Zhao and others.
Jia Heng stared at the beauty with picturesque features and said warmly: "This has not been found out yet. Every time the deposed prince's party comes out, there will be a bloody storm."
Therefore, he really cannot afford to lose this job in the Jinyi Mansion. Once others take the initiative in the investigation, it is possible that the identity of Saint Chen Xiaobailian will not be hidden.
As the saying goes, you can't be too supportive.
At first, he was still constrained by the thinking of some civil servants fighting.
Political struggle is not about treating guests to dinner, even swearing at Luoshui, let alone "hiding one's strength and biding one's time". Some people will only push for an inch and kill everyone.
Miaoyu leaned her head against Jia Heng's arms and smelled the boy's warm breath. A look of worry gradually appeared on her cold and quiet face, and she whispered: "This matter is extremely dangerous. You have to be careful, I'm afraid that others will use my identity to make trouble. The previous move of the grave in Suzhou probably aroused the idea of a thoughtful person."
Jia Heng said: "I will try my best to obtain the right to investigate this matter. The Chang family is indeed an unjust case framed by King Zhongshun. When I return to Beijing, I will ask King Zhongshun clearly, and then I will report to the Holy Spirit to see if the original trial can be re-examined." Suzhou Weaving Case.”
Miaoyu raised her head, a look of worry appeared in her beautiful eyes, and said softly: "To overturn the verdict is to bring shame on the palace, so don't bother anymore."
Now that she was pregnant with his child, she couldn't take any risks.
In fact, it was also because of the bloody storms that took place one after another after Emperor Chongping came to the throne.
Jia Heng turned to look at Yanni, gently touched her face, and said comfortingly: "Master, don't worry, I'm sensible."
The Emperor will indeed be furious this time, because this is the second time Chen Yuan has challenged the authority of Emperor Chongping, from the original King of Chu to the previous Empress of Song.
It is foreseeable that after the beginning of next spring, eliminating King Zhao's party will become the top priority at the beginning of the year.
Miaoyu stared at the young man's face that was lost in thought, gently rubbed the young man's chest and said, "Tell me about what you have experienced in the past few months."
Jia Heng hugged Miaoyu tightly and smiled and said: "Actually, I have nothing else to do. I just want to take a boat to the coast of Fujian and Guangdong after leaving Jinling..."
The two of them talked, hugged each other, and recounted their thoughts of separation in the past.
Miaoyu Yurong showed a worried look and said: "This year is both a desert and a sea."
Jia Heng said: "Yes, it will be fine next year. Next year I will have more time at home."
Desert, long sand dunes, sea, sea breeze...
Miaoyu felt something strange at the hem of her clothes, Qingli's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and said angrily: "Don't make trouble."
Jia Heng looked at Yanni, whose face was full of maternal aura because of her pregnancy, and said softly: "Miaoyu, I miss you."
Miaoyu's bright eyes flickered, and she looked at the young man lovingly, but when she saw the warm breath hitting her face, her pink and slightly moist lips suddenly softened.
The longing for lovesickness passed back and forth.
After a while, Jia Heng put his arms around Miaoyu and said softly: "When I have to go back to Beijing next year, I won't worry about you raising a baby in Jiangnan. Come back with me, and we'll have tea and talk at Cong Cui'an."
Miaoyu's beautiful face was as red as the clouds, and she whispered: "How can I go back now?"
What a joke it would be for her to be a monk and go back with a big belly for others to see?
Jia Heng took Yanni's slender hand. The skin of the slender hand was as soft as a green onion, and said, "What's this? No one laughed at you back then. Anyway, I don't worry about you staying here."
Miaoyu nodded, leaned her head against Jia Heng's arms, and gently caressed her bulging abdomen.
The two cuddled together for a while. Jia Heng took Miaoyu's hand, looked at the girl's flawless face, and whispered: "I have something to do later, so I will come over to accompany you tomorrow."
I had made an appointment with Sister Feng before, but it was not easy to let Sister Feng go.
The bright eyes under Miaoyu Liuye's slender eyebrows were shining, her face was full of reluctance, and she said softly: "You go."
In fact, I still want him to spend more time with me and my children, but he has a lot of things to do.
While Jia Heng was speaking, he stood up and left the courtyard where Miaoyu was. He took advantage of the moonlight, walked through the snow-covered corridor, and walked quickly to the courtyard where Sister Feng lived.
At this moment, in the courtyard room, the lights were dim and orange. Sister Feng asked Ping'er to set up a table of wine and food. The young woman Huaxin had a plump figure, her melon-seed face was as bright as clouds, and her splendid clothes were so gorgeous that it was unspeakable under the light.
"Ping'er, go and see if anyone has come. The food and wine on this table are all cold." Sister Feng turned to look at Ping'er who had specially dressed up and said softly.
Ping'er's originally plump and white face was as bright as fire, and a hint of shyness and joy gradually appeared between the girl's delicate and picturesque eyebrows.
As soon as I opened the curtain and left the wing, I suddenly heard a young man's voice from afar, saying, "Is Sister-in-law Feng in the room?"
Sister Feng couldn't hide the joy on her gorgeous face and said, "Ping'er."
While talking, footsteps sounded one after another, and Ping'er had already greeted Jia Heng into the side room.
Jia Heng looked at Ping'er, who was wearing a water-lotus coat and skirt, with red lips and jade face, nodded, then looked at Sister Feng in the back room, and whispered: "Sister-in-law Feng must have been waiting for a long time, you must have brought all the account books. "
When Sister Feng heard this, Yurong was startled for a moment, then realized it and said with a smile: "Brother Heng, they are all here, waiting for you to check."
Jia Heng: "..."
What do you mean by waiting for him to check?
Jia Heng's expression returned to normal, he sat down on the embroidered pier and said softly: "I'm not very hungry, so why did I cook this table of dishes?"
With a bright smile on Sister Feng's face, she said, "Brother Heng is just talking to Girl Yun, Girl Tan and the others, and it seems like they haven't had enough to eat."
Jia Heng said: "Yes, I haven't seen the two of them for such a long time, so I still have to talk."
He picked up the chopsticks, picked out a piece of yuba, and said softly: "Sister-in-law Feng, let's eat some too."
Sister Feng also sat down at the side, looking at the young man with a thin face with concern, and whispered: "Brother Heng has been working hard outside during this period, and his face looks thin."
Jia Heng took a few bites of the food and said warmly: "When sailing on the sea, the wind is relatively strong, which makes my face hurt."
Sister Feng picked up a clear jade wine pot, filled Jia Heng's wine glass, and said with a chuckle: "Brother Heng, if there is no war next year, the world will be more peaceful."
Jia Heng picked up the wine cup, took a sip, and said, "Next year may not be peaceful either."
Jia Heng took a few bites of the food, looked at the beauty, and said, "Sister-in-law Feng, you're done eating."
Sister Feng's heart throbbed suddenly, her jade cheeks were slightly warm, and she said softly: "Brother Heng, I..."
Jia Heng called out: "Ping'er, go get a cup of tea."
Sister Feng: "..."
Ping'er picked up the teapot next to him, poured a cup for Jia Heng, and then left.
Jia Heng took a sip of tea, suppressed the turbid smell in the wine, took Sister Feng's bare hand, and snuggled into his arms. He felt the tangy fragrance flow to his nose, and whispered: "Sister-in-law Feng, the smell of alcohol is heavy." , inevitably abrupt."
Sister Feng's eyebrows were charming and bright. She hummed softly and was about to speak, but she felt her lips soften, and a familiar scorn came over her, carrying an almost indescribable plunder.
Then, under Sister Feng's curved willow-leaf slender eyebrows, her narrow and clear red phoenix eyes were charming, and she said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng."
Jia Heng said: "Sister-in-law Feng, let's talk in the back room."
Sister Feng's heart skipped a beat, and she followed Jia Heng to the inner compartment, where she was hugged by the young man.
Jia Heng warmed his hands, gently caressed the round and crisp hair, and whispered in the beauty's ear: "Sister-in-law Feng, I guess the old lady misses you after being away from Beijing for so long."
Sister Feng's jade cheeks turned red with shame, and under the willow leaves' slender eyebrows, her beautiful eyes were as bright as water. She said in a trembling voice: "The old lady always likes to be lively, and now that all the sisters have come to Jiangnan, it is inevitable that she will miss her so much. gone back."
Jia Heng said: "We'll go back after the Lantern Festival."
As he said that, he hugged the beautiful woman and faced him, his eyes fell on the beautiful jade cheeks of that person, and he gently pinched the cheeks of the young Hua Xin woman.
I can't help but think of the words in the original work, a pair of slender eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, a slender figure, and a coquettish physique, especially as the name suggests... Well, this is not the original text.
While Jia Heng was speaking, he came closer and washed his face.
In the dark sky outside the window, the winter moon shines on the snow, which is pure and white. Between the gauze mist and mist, it seems that a heavenly dog is eating the moon, eating away at it inch by inch.
Sister Feng lowered her eyes and looked at the young man, gently touched her shoulders and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng."
This person is really like a child, why can't he always have enough to eat?
After a while, Jia Heng looked at the beauty with willow-shaped eyebrows filled with breath, a pair of pink and phoenix eyes narrowed, and slightly pink lips, and whispered: "Sister-in-law Feng, wait for me to change my clothes."
Sister Feng's plump jade cheeks were as hot as fire, and there was a slight reply from the wings of her nose. While the two were talking, they entered the inner room and sat down on the bed.
The beauty knelt down, unbuttoned the young man's clothes, and took off his shoes and socks. Between her brows and the corners of her eyes was a gentleness and charm that Lian Er had never seen before.
At this moment, Ping'er came over with a basin of steaming hot water and placed it under the bamboo step. The ripples in the basin reflected the candlelight on the table, making the girl's shy eyebrows shine. His face is shadowy.
Jia Heng lowered his eyes and looked at Ping'er, who was wearing a gorgeous dress, then turned to Sister Feng and said softly: "How can Ping'er do this so well?"
"She is the maid I brought from my parents' home, and she should serve you as she should." Sister Feng's eyebrows were curved, and a sweet smile appeared on her pretty face.
Hearing this, Jia Heng turned to look at Sister Feng and said, "Okay then."
Ping'er blushed, lowered her head slightly, picked up Jia Heng's feet, put them in warm water, stirred up water in the water and helped wash them.
Sister Feng was sitting next to Jia Heng, her beautiful face full of smiles, and she asked softly: "Brother Heng, what kind of regulations are there with Sister Xue?"
Jia Heng sighed and said: "After the New Year, our government will implement the New Deal in the north and south of the Han Dynasty. I will ask the palace for a marriage. Sister Xue and Sister Lin will be granted marriage together."
In the past few days, I was just looking for an opportunity to deliver it to the capital and tell the story.
When Sister Feng heard this, she couldn't help but show a look of confusion on her beautiful face, and there was a hint of envy in her heart.
She no longer has to think about her status in her life.
Jia Heng raised his eyes to look at the beauty and said softly: "What are you thinking about, Sister-in-law Feng?"
As he said that, he reached out and pulled Sister Feng's shoulder, looked at that charming face, and came closer.
Ping'er had just seen the two of them playing around, so it was okay since they were far away, but now he could hear the sniffing sound almost clearly. At this moment, he felt his cheeks were burning hot, and he was already so embarrassed.
After a while, Sister Feng's eyes were moist and mist-filled. She looked at the young man dreamingly and said softly: "It's nothing."
After Jia Heng washed his feet and Ping'er lowered his head to help wipe them, Jia Heng got on the bed and called softly, "Sister-in-law Feng, let's rest early."
Today, I mainly spend time with Sister Feng.
With a burst of rustling sound.
Jia Heng looked at the beauty with charming eyebrows and concave cheeks under the light of the lights. There was something strange on her face. In this winter, the climate was dry and cold, and it was rare to be so warm and moist.
Like the phoenixes of the three innate races in the prehistoric world, they worshiped the Tianzhu of Buzhou Mountain, circling and flying, with the spirit of swallowing up the world in their piety.
Sister Feng's eyebrows were lowered, and as time passed, her delicate body became soft and almost turned into a ball of mud.
Ping'er had already closed the outer door and stood by the screen, watching the wind for the two of them. Occasionally, he secretly glanced at the young man. His plump and white face looked almost ashamed.
Grandma used to be such a strong person, but now she is so submissive and adept at playing tricks.
Jia Heng closed his eyes slightly, thinking about something on his mind.
Emperor Chongping didn't know if he could stop Chen Yuan's assassination. If the Supreme Emperor was assassinated, how would he deal with the subsequent unwarranted impeachment of him.
This matter is indeed somewhat difficult to handle.
Jia Heng still doesn't know that Chongpingdi has solved Chen Yuan's assassination case.
"Ping'er, come here." At this moment, Sister Feng took a breath and called Ping'er, who was standing by the screen, with sparkling eyes.
Ping'er was looking carefully, when he was suddenly called, and his heart beat with fright. He quickly came over, came to Sister Feng, and called out: "Grandma."
"The stove in the room is very hot. Hang this dress up." Sister Feng raised her face, took off the purple grape color fox fur cloak she was wearing, handed it to Ping'er, and said, "You are here Let me change here."
This little hoof was watching in secret just now, do you think she didn't know?
Ping'er said "Hey" and came over to help Sister Feng change her clothes.
Jia Heng looked at Ping'er who had a low eyebrow and asked, "Sister-in-law Feng, how old is Ping'er this year?"
"She is nineteen years old. Speaking of which, she has been with me for several years." Sister Feng said softly.
Jia Heng looked at Ping'er, who had a central figure and gentle eyes, and said softly: "It's time for Ping'er to be married."
When Ping'er heard this, his face suddenly turned pale.
What exactly does Uncle Heng mean?
When delivering the lanterns on that snowy night, Uncle Heng seemed to have mentioned asking grandma for her.
Sister Feng smiled lightly and said, "She will stay with me forever, and I can't live without such an intimate person."
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and said, "That's fine."
After saying that, he stood up, took the girl's slender hand, and said warmly: "There is still a lack of a maid here."
In fact, he had vaguely guessed what Sister Feng meant.
However, it is difficult for Sister Feng to be so generous. You must know that Ping'er has been safe and sound under Jia Lian until now. Sister Feng's preparedness and vigilance account for a large part of the reason.
Ping'er was pulled over unexpectedly, and suddenly fell into Jia Heng's arms, his cheeks flushed red, he felt so drunk that he couldn't control himself.
After all, he was an inexperienced person, and he had never seen such a battle before.
Jia Heng said warmly: "Ping'er is gentle and peaceful."
Sister Feng chuckled lightly and said jokingly: "It would be great if Brother Heng likes her. Everyone in the family says she is a female Bodhisattva, but I seem to be a living king of hell."
At the end of the sentence, I also watched the young man's expression.
Who would say she is jealous?
Could it be that they, master and servant, couldn't keep his people?
Now, it's really about measuring Feng Ping's manpower and winning Jia Heng's favor.
Jia Heng pulled Ping'er over at once, looked at the soft and timid appearance, and whispered: "Ping'er."
Ping'er turned his head away, his cheeks as bright as the clouds, and whispered: "Uncle Heng."
Jia Heng took Ping'er's hand and said softly: "If you don't like it, I won't force you."
Ping'er said in a trembling voice: "I listen to grandma."
Jia Heng looked at Ping'er thoughtfully and said warmly: "Come up, it's very cold on the ground."
Hearing this, Ping'er blushed with a plump face, lowered his head to take off his shoes and socks, quietly got on the couch, walked over to the inner room, reached behind his waist with one hand, and untied his dress.
Although Sister Feng felt a little sour and inexplicable, she had no choice but to continue to serve Jia Heng.
Jia Heng looked at Ping'er, who had delicate and picturesque eyebrows. At this moment, the girl pulled the quilt over her body, only showing her snow-white, round shoulders, and the thin string of the water-lotus color bellyband was tied around her neck.
The light shines from a distance, and the plump outline is vaguely visible.
Jia Heng gently held Ping'er's plain hand and felt the warmth in the girl's palm. He was obviously a little nervous and whispered: "Ping'er still remembers what I said back then?"
Hearing this, Ping'er turned away from her pretty face, with a look of worry on her face, and said softly: "Uncle Heng, back then..."
Jia Heng cut off the conversation with a smile and said, "It has been almost three years since I first asked Sister-in-law Feng for a marriage."
From the fourteenth year of Chongping to the current sixteenth year of Chongping, it will be the seventeenth year of Chongping in two days. He has been in this world for three or four years.
Time flies in the blink of an eye, but many things are still vivid in our minds yesterday.
Ping'er seemed to be reminded of the past by Jia Heng. A look of sadness appeared on his crystal jade face, and he said in a faint tone: "Uncle Heng said it at the beginning, but he never mentioned it again."
Jia Heng turned to look at the gorgeous beauty who was drawing circles in place, took the girl's bare hand, pecked her on the cheek, and said: "The gray thread of the grass snake has finally been found."
Ping'er was kissed on the cheek by the young man, feeling shy, happy and sweet intertwined in his heart, and whispered: "Yes."
Uncle Heng knows her.
I don't know how long it took, but Jia Heng stood up, looked at the girl who had huddled up in the bed, and said softly: "Ping'er."
Ping'er snorted softly from the wings of his nose, seeming to respond shyly.
Sister Feng was lying on the side, her oval-shaped face was covered with rose-red aura, and Danfeng's slightly opened eyes were narrowed, her breath was faint, and she said in a trembling voice: "Don't bully her too much later. "
Jia Heng's face was calm, with sweat accumulating on his forehead, and he whispered: "I have a sense of propriety."
He took the girl's bare hand.
Ping'er's cheeks were as red as a blush from embarrassment, and she felt a little uncomfortable feeling the condescending gaze. She slowly closed her eyes and said, "When will Mr. Heng want a mandarin duck to come through the door?"
Jia Heng said: "Mandarin duck?"
The three giants of Ya'er Pagoda may one day join forces victoriously, establishing a new three-legged pattern in the Grand View Garden.
Jia Heng raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking of the girl with an oval face, and said, "Yuanyang said she wanted to repay the old lady for her kindness in raising her, but she never agreed. In fact, I am also very puzzled."
Jia Heng said warmly: "She grew up with you. Ask her next time."
Ping'er closed her eyes tightly, the girl's delicate nose cast a shadow on one cheek, her teeth bit her pink lips lightly, while wandering around, her heart was beating loudly, and she said with a trembling voice: "Well , waiting to enter Beijing..."
The girl's words stopped abruptly. Chunshan frowned and snorted softly. His eyes seemed to open slightly and he looked at the young man's Qingjun face. He was a little crazy for a moment.
The lights on the high table above the window seemed to suddenly brighten, and the candles were dripping with tears. Between the interlaced shadows of the lights, the warm breath came to my face, seeming to bring some relief.
Sister Feng's cheeks were wet with sweat, and her hair was in strands sticking to her face. She spat secretly and just caressed her belly gently. Her beautiful face was in a daze, clearly thinking about something.
It would be great if she had a child. If she had another child after returning to Beijing, it would be hard for her to cover up and stare at her.
In the courtyard, the bright silvery moon was hidden behind the light clouds. There seemed to be a north wind blowing, and the snow powder was rising and falling rustlingly.
As Sister Feng said, the north wind was strong all night.
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(End of chapter)
