The night is deep. The lights in the Jia Mansion are bright, and under the eaves and in the corridors, various lanterns of different styles bloom with soft light, reflecting the main residential areas of the Jia Mansion in a magnificent manner.

Grand View Garden, in Hengwu Garden. The winding paths and corridors are quiet and unspeakable.

Xue Baochai was doing needlework in the room, wearing a goose yellow double-breasted jacket, and in front of her, she was tall and dignified and bright. Xiangyun and Xiangling and Baoqin were talking and laughing about poetry after dinner.

After Dai Xiangling wrote the poem "The essence is to cover up the problem of material, and the shadow is beautiful and the soul is cold", she became a poet.

Baoqin followed her father around the world, with a wide range of knowledge and a smart nature. After living in the Jia family for these days, she saw that all the sisters were not the slightest and had a harmonious relationship. She was a girlish person and was joking with Xiangyun.

Xiangyun was gurgling with Xiangling, Baoqin talked about Wei Yingwu and Wen Tingyun's poems for a while, and asked curiously: "Sister Bao, aren't you looking back at Yueju today?"

The crisis in the Jia family has passed, and Baochai is basically staying in the moon at night. She is scrambling to meet like meeting each other? Occasionally, she stays with Xiangyun and Baoqin for one night in Hengwuyuan. She chats and laughs with her sisters in the Grand View Garden during the day, or goes around everywhere such as Mrs. Wang. Sometimes, she accompanied Jia Mu to wipe dominoes. Baochai handles interpersonal relationships very well.

Baochai chuckled and shook her head, saying, "Brother Huan is not in the mansion tonight."

Before leaving, Jia Huan sent Qian Huai back to Yueju and notified him. Caixia sent someone to inform Baochai. Her husband went to the Chefangsi to drink flower wine. Whose wife would have no resentment? No matter how generous the wife was, she would feel uncomfortable.

However, Baochai knew what happened to Jia Huan drinking flower wine. She could trust her husband. But what she was worried about was that if she didn’t care about herself in front of the bottle, pretending to be crazy would inevitably become true. Her husband’s reputation...!

The name is Tanhua. The style is: riding a horse and leaning on a slanted bridge, and the red sleeves are all over the building. It is called: a prostitute with a hairpin and a flower. The poem of beauty is passed down to the world. How many beauties are famous? What kind of beauties want to ask him for a fine poem of beauty but cannot get it?

Baochai was a little lost. Xiangyun and Xiangling smiled with their lips pursed. Baoqin was still confused. She could see the relationship between her cousin and her brother-in-law.

At this time, a maid came in outside and said, "Grandma, Miss Shi, Miss Xue Er, there is a military officer outside who ordered someone to hang up for the third master. The reason is that it seems to be about the second girl's marriage."

Baochai said in surprise: "What's going on?"

The topic shifted.

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After nightfall, it is the most prosperous and lively moment of Jiaofangsi. The embroidered pavilions are red and the flowers are lined with willow alleys. Singing, dancing and music in the pavilions, and red sleeves invite joy.

In a building in our Hutong, it is lively outside and quiet inside. Qiulan, a famous prostitute in the capital, plays the pipa in the living room of the embroidery building. The sound is pleasant. Qiulan's red lips slightly opened and sang: The morning breeze has never been dry, but who has the beauty like Qiulan, like Yang Fei's new bath, and is tied in front of you with a thin skirt.

After the song, the crowd applauded.

Qiu Lan smiled and sat next to Jia Huan in a light white dress. Everyone sat in separate seats, and the table in front of her was a display of fine wine and food. There were also beauties who accompanied her to pour wine.

Mr. Longjiang, who returned from the Western Regions, was dressed in a gorgeous young man and a handsome man in his forties. He looked boring and hugged the beauty beside him, raised his glass and laughed: "Okay. OK. I returned from the Western Regions, as if I was a wilderness outside Conghua, and returned to China's prefecture. Today, I heard this old song, and I will be very clear! Everyone, drink it."

This song was written by Jia Huan to the famous prostitute Qiulan a few years ago. Therefore, Mr. Longjiang said it was an old song.

Everyone drank together. Jia Huan stopped drinking it briefly. At his age, drinking too much high-alcohol wine is not a good thing.

Liu Huangshang, who was accompanying the guest, applauded and said with a smile: "Mr. Ning's old songs are very useful. Please ask Miss Qiulan to respect Jia Tanhua with a cup."

The four major imperial merchants have already died. The Zhu family, which operates the horse, iron and tea trade with foreign trade in Ping'anzhou, was involved in the smuggling trade case in Ping'anzhou and was investigated and punished. This case is involved in this case.

It is reported that Shanxi merchants are about to gain power over the barbarian trade in the grassland. Only one place in Zhangjiakou will be retained at the trade port.

Jia Huan smiled and ignored Liu Huangshang. He ate a piece of cold, sweet watermelon and off-season fruit.

There are a large group of capital in the capital: except for the large consortiums in the north: Jin Shang, royal relatives, and nobles, the rest are the royal merchants. Liu Huang Shang participated in the price reduction of the Jia family. Jia Huan wanted to sell Jia She's assets, but also encountered the situation of the Zhen family in Jinling, and the wealthy merchants all refused to pay the price reduction.

However, what is the biggest difference between the Jia family and the Zhen family? The Jia family has power!

Therefore, Jia Huan could raise 500,000 taels of silver through the replacement of power and capital. Liu Huangshang was well-informed and found out that Jia Huan had repaid 500,000 taels of silver in the emperor's treasury a few days ago. He was so scared that he quickly found Mr. Longjiang, who had just returned to Beijing recently, said that he was kind.

Mr. Longjiang happened to find Jia Huan to have a drink and reminisce about the past. Before he went to the Western Regions, he also asked Jia Huan for advice. By the way, Han Jin and Xiao Mengzhen came from Huangzhou Prefecture. So he had this wine tonight.

Mr. Longjiang looked at Liu Huangshang and Jia Huan, and smiled quietly. He would not help persuade him. For some things, Jia Huan was willing to come and sit down and have a drink, which was to sell his face. He was just talking and fell into a bad mood.

Mr. Longjiang sighed: "Brother Ziyu, I will return to the capital a few months later and feel that things are different. The girl Shishi retired and there is no other prostitute in the world! Is it true that Brother Ziyu has written poems?"

When talking about Su Shishi, Jia Huan was also indescribable. At the end of June this year, after he got married to Sister Bao, Su Shishi gave a gift. Her maid Dan'er said that she was crying in the private room of the restaurant that day. How could he forget the kiss before leaving, Wuding Bridge and Anjie, Jinling? Outside the window, the summer rain was continuous, gentle and hazy.

However, he helped her redeem her behind her. Su Shishi left the capital without a trace.

When you love to think of me, you think of me, just like a star on a summer night; when you love to forget me, you forget me, just like a dream in spring.

Jia Huan sighed softly: "The wind and catkins have gone away and have turned into duckweed, and the mud lotus is just a little bit lurking. Take care of the people when they part, and remember the previous voice. When people are in love with each other, they are in love with each other, but now they are in love with each other. When they are in the heartbreak, they are in tears. "

The words "Nalan Xingde" are written: Mountain Flowers - the wind and fluff have gone away and turned into duckweed. Jia Huan made a brief revision. Recalling the past.

In the embroidery building, the atmosphere of drinking and singing became a bit sad.

As the girl Qiulan listened, she sat beside Jia Huan, holding the pipa, and said softly: "Sister Su can get this poem by Mr. Jia, which is enough to comfort her life." As she said that, she played the pipa and started singing the lyrics of Yamahuazi. She could hear it naturally.

Xiao Mengzhen still looked chubby, picked up the wine glass and drank it by himself, sighing: "Brother Jia is still so talented. I just wanted to accompany you for Miss Qiulan, but I think I should do this!"

He said it very openly. This spring, he and Jia Huan participated in the exam together. He happened to live in the same inn and had some friendship. Zhao Xingchen, the son of Ruyang Marquis, asked him to take a paid walk to Jia Huan, but he refused the rumors that he had refused.

Han Jin was wearing a half-old dress and a national face, with a kind of unrestrained and unrestrained demeanor. The edges and corners of his body were slowly restrained. At this time, he advised: "Brother Jia, this poem is indeed missing a beautiful woman, but the artistic conception is too depressed.

Brother Jia made great contributions during the rebellion of the prince. He was promoted to Hanlin Assistant and became the prince of the King of Wu. His political future was bleak. But how about me? Brother Jia didn't have to be so depressed.

We scholars have established our hearts for the heaven and earth, established our destiny for the living and the people, inherited our unique knowledge for the past sages, and opened peace for all ages. As long as we have this heart, we will definitely do it. I like the half of the poems that Brother Jia is at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain:

I brought hundreds of couples to travel. I recalled the past and the years. I was a classmate, and was in full bloom. I was a scholar, and I was in full bloom. I pointed out the country, inspired the words, and dung the earth. I remembered that I went to the middle to hit the water and the waves stopped the flying boats?"

The relationship between Han Xiucai and Jia Huan is quite complicated. His call to "Brother Jia" rather than calling him "Ziyu" means that he has put down his burden and calmly adjusted his relationship with Jia Huan. His realm has become even higher.

Han Xiucai participated in the academy rescue service led by Jia Huan four years ago, and was responsible for propaganda matters. He learned his ability to benefit in this life. He still felt a little grateful to Jia Huan in his heart. Therefore, at this time, he advised Jia Huan not to be depressed for his future.

He believed that this was a work that Jia Huan had a deep affection and was depressed only when he was sad about his future.

Jia Huan shook his head and didn't speak. Han Xiucai misunderstood him.

What is his ambition? When he came to the Red Mansion, his first task was to get rid of the fate of raiding the family and exterminating the clan.

Now, I have done it. Teammates of Pig die and suppress them. He is in charge of the Jia family. If there is no big problem with the Jia family, there is still no problem with wealth and glory.

So, what about him? What should he do next?

Jia Huan's dream has always been living a life of wealth, dignity, leisure and stability. He holds his beautiful wife and concubines, and accompanys his beauty to grow old together: after the Dongli wine is filled with fragrance, there is a faint fragrance in his sleeves.

Who is willing to struggle all day long, survive and make a life?

He wanted to spend a few years of peace. As for the feelings of helping the world and the strong sense of mission to save the people, he did not have it. So what if he was tired of the country like Zhang Juzheng? Historical praise is very good: the only minister of the Ming Dynasty. Zhang Juzheng will no longer be Zhang Juzheng!

However, people in the world slander it. If they die, their families will be destroyed.

Of course, from the perspective of an adult, if you want to live a wealthy, decent and leisurely life, you must be promoted. In an official society, without power, what else can you talk about? He must obtain the corresponding official position at the corresponding age.

For example, at the age of sixty, he had to be in the position of prime minister. After all, he still cared about the will of a political group.

However, at present, there is no need to be so urgent. He is only thirteen years old. He can spend more time with Baojie and his sister, improve living conditions, level, etc.

When Jia Huan was thinking about his life, Han Jin and Xiao Mengzhen talked about the Red Cliff in Huangzhou. They used the past to commemorate the present, and each wrote a poem: "Red Cliff Nostalgia". Please sing it out. The atmosphere in the embroidered building came out of the sadness.

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On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, the more the flavor of the year is. A heavy snow covers the capital. White snowflakes fly all over the sky, covered in silver, and are particularly enchanting.

The white snow falls on the jade branches, and a tree of pear blossoms bloom. The Grand View Garden is built by the water. Jia Huan, Baochai, Daiyu, Xiangyun, Yingchun, Xichun, Baoqin, Xing Xiuyan, Li Wen, and Li Qi enjoy the snow scene in the brocade building.

Because Wang Xifeng was pregnant, Li Wan was in charge of the affairs of the government. Baoyu got up early and sweared that he would not come whenever Jia Huan was there.

The remaining lotus falls, the dead grass is in a line, snowy and crystal snowflakes are flying. Jia Huan is upstairs, stretching out his hand out of the window, and then the snowflakes.

The cold wind blew, surrounded the smoked cage, ate barbecue, drank hot wine, and laughed with the sisters. Xiangyun, who was talking loudly, shivered and suddenly lost his momentum. The sisters burst into laughter. Shi Xiangyun stamped his feet and said, "Brother Huan, close the windows. It's cold to death."

Jia Huan shook his head funny, and when Xiangyun saw her punching, she took off her jacket. She wore a dark red skirt, and naturally felt cold. She closed the window and prepared to go to the corridor to enjoy the snow. Lu Xue'an competed for the couplet and said, "The venison piece gave Xiangyun infinite inspiration." Today, she started eating happily again.

The girls will ask for a couplet later. Today's host is Yingchun. Jia Huan gave her a briefing on Yingchun's marriage: Jia She, Mrs. Xing, and Jia Lian are not allowed to decide. He will help her choose a good son-in-law. Yingchun is in a good mood recently.

In the couplet, Jia Huan naturally excluded the golden hairpin. This is not an exclusion, but a fear that Jia Huan would defeat everyone's poetry aura.

Daiyu was sitting next to Baoqin and talking to her. She didn't eat wine or barbecue. She drank a cup of tea, and then smiled wisely and said, "Brother Huan, a lyricist by a certain Tanhua recently became popular in Beijing, recalling the girl Shishi. She is sincere and popular. A few days ago, Sister Xue wrote twelve nostalgic poems. You have great talent in poetry, so why don't you write twelve nostalgic poems first and give us a touch of poetry."

Daiyu lived in Jinling with Jia Huan for more than a year, and Su Shishi also taught her musical instruments, and she knew something very well.

Baoqin is a girlish and is extremely kind to Daiyu. She smiled in agreement and said, "Sister Lin's suggestion is good."

Shi Xiangyun clapped his hands and smiled, "Hehe, Sister Lin's punishment is wonderful! It can be seen that he is a habitual trick of people."

Daiyu and Xiangyun fought. Xing Xiuyan, Li Wen, and Li Qi all laughed.

Baochai smiled without saying anything, her bright eyes were like stars, and she sang a sip of wine. Why did Pin'er punish Jia Huan? Why did she naturally read Jia Huan's "joke".

Yingchun thought Baochai had confidence in Jia Huan, and smiled gently and kindly, "Third brother, should I have a glass of hot wine first?"

Xiao Xichun, who was cold and elegant, poured a glass of wine for Jia Huan with a smile.

"You are driving the ducks to put them on the shelves!" Jia Huan smiled bitterly, took the wine from Xichun's hand, and said, "Thank you, the fourth sister." After pondering for a half-second, he said, "There are no twelve nostalgic poems, so make one first."

Xue Baoqin's first poem is about the nostalgia of the Red Cliff. Jia Huan had a masterpiece in his heart. However, the scene at this time was wrong.

Jia Huan jumped directly behind and chanted: "Mawei. Don't sing the song of eternal regret back then, there is a Milky Way in the world. The couples farewell in Shihao Village have more tears than in the Palace of Eternal Life."

Xiangling held the pen with a serious look on her face and helped Jia Huan record it. After recording, she read it easily, but she felt an indescribable heaviness, and said, "It's really a good poem. It's a pity that I can't say it, it's so uncomfortable."

Shi Xiangyun said that she was holding a piece of roasted golden mutton in her hand. While eating, she smiled happily: "Silly girl, your third master is fooling us. Bai Letian's poetry style is put in our Begonia Club, how can we still have the face to write poetry?"

Xing Xiuyan nodded lightly. The sisters in the Jia family wrote poems just for entertainment and entertainment. The poem of Huan Sanye is realistic and heavy. They wrote poems but they didn't know the meaning of the sufferings among the people.

Daiyu savored it in her heart, stood up, picked up the wine pot, added a glass of wine to Jia Huan, pursed her lips and smiled, and said in a soft voice: "Brother Huan, this song doesn't count." The sound was like a clear flute.

Jia Huan had no choice but to take Daiyu's help, and shook his head with a smile, and chanted, "Sleeping in the snow with a jade belt, I want to go to heaven after being drunk. I have never had such joy for 120,000 years, so I shouted to Senior Li Qinglian. Okay. Is this poem good to add poetry to you? I can't do it anymore if I don't like you."
To be continued...