After the Dragon Boat Festival, the capital became hotter and hotter. In the streets of Xiaoyongfang, Hua Zifang was fanning with a Beijing Daily under the willow trees. His girl was working in the Jia Mansion, so he of course had to support the Jia Mansion newspaper.

Hua Zifang looked at the side door of the Grand Secretary of the Wenhua Palace, which was almost blocked by the road, and was amazed, envious, and awe, "This is the power of the Grand Secretary." The scenery in the mansion was not something that a small person of his level could reach!

Hua Zifang was waiting for several friends who were sending fruits and vegetables to Huafu to come out. The Hua family couldn't even afford to eat, so they sold Xiren to the Jia family. It was not until the thirteenth year of Yongzhi that his family gradually improved. He did some fruits and vegetables business outside the city.

Jia Huan was very satisfied with Xiren's efforts to serve Daiyu in Xiaoxiang Pavilion. The feedback that fell on Xiren was not just a promise to her, dowry, etc., and also ordered Jia Yun to take care of Hua Zifang. Jia Yun led the shops in the capital of the Jia Mansion. The people who were dealing with were the managers of the powerful mansions.

To put it simply, Hua Zifang's business has been included in the supply chain system of the Jia family. In recent years, it has gradually grown a little, and at the same time, it has also provided fruits and vegetables to some powerful and powerful governments. It has a profit of four or five hundred taels of silver a year.

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May 12th is the rest time for the court. In the Huafu, Hua Mo was meeting guests in the mansion. As the foreman of the Military and Aircraft Minister and the ruling Grand Secretary, he received countless visits every day.

In the elegant small hall, Hua Mo asked the old servant to wash his face with well water. The man who was nearly 60 years old, after seeing the guests for a long time, was somewhat tired and asked the eldest son, "Zhu Jing, who else needs me to see him in person?"

Hua Mo's eldest son thoughtfully, "Father, Hanlin editor Zhou Shenxing took a post to visit him. He said he had something important to ask for a meeting. Why would I meet him?"

The seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's sect. What's more, the prime minister's son? The Hanlin editor happened to be the seventh-rank master. Hua Dingzhi valued Zhou Shenxing so much because Zhou Hanlin was recognized as the Chu king party in the court. The King of Chu had great hope of becoming the crown prince.

Emperor Yongzhi and the queen had three legitimate sons. The former crown prince was dead. The King of Jin was scolded and deprived of power because of his excessive power. Then, the remaining choice was the eighth son of the emperor, King Chu. As for Prince Yang, he was too young.

Hanlin in the King of Chu clan said that he had important things to ask for, so how could he not pay attention to it?

Hua Mo pondered for a while and said, "I'll meet him!"

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Zhou Shenxing followed the people from Washington through the hall and went to a gorgeous small hall. The small hall was not big and elegantly furnished. The windows were inlaid with glass and the windows were bright and bright. Because of the ice cubes, I felt very cool when I came in.

Zhou Shenxing bowed to Hua Mo who was sitting in the bamboo chair and said, "The emperor has met Hua Xiang."

Hua Mo is 59 years old, looks like an old man, wearing brocade robe and casual clothes, sitting in a chair to drink tea, put the official kiln tea bowl in his hand on the table table, looked at Zhou Shenxing, and said, "What's the matter if you come to see me?"

Zhou Shenxing's master is former Grand Secretary Liu Feibai, who is from Changzhou. He has no connection with him. It is rumored in the officialdom that this person is cunning and has a villain. He does not like it. Grand Secretary Hua is in power and currently relies on the trust of the emperor, the Red People Party, and he is in the Ministry of Justice and some of the teams of Grand Secretary Han.

Zhou Shenxing bent down and said, "I am willing to take charge of the truth for Hua Xiang."

Hua Mo smiled, drank tea, and looked at the young Hanlin who was "famous in the capital" in front of him with interest. Zhou Shenxing was only 23 years old this year and could indeed afford the word "young". This is very interesting.

Zhou Shenxing waited for a while, and saw that Grand Secretary Hua did not express his opinion, and said again: "The lower official is from Changzhou. Peng Jiao and Li Kuan from Bingchen are from Suzhou." He stopped. He believed Grand Secretary Hua could understand.

Hua Mo looked at Zhou Shenxing, and after a long time, he smiled slightly, "Okay. I will look at the performance of Yu Qiang in the future."

The promotion routes of Hanlin Cichen were basically fixed. Since the editor-in-chief of the Primordial Arts was valued by the court, this position has become one of the promotion positions of the Primordial Arts. If Fang Wang was still in the capital, the emperor would definitely listen to Fang Fengjiu's opinion. But now, Fang Wangxi has left the capital.

And he did not have a suitable Hanlin student to hold this position. He has been considering this matter recently. Originally, he was considering asking Xiao Pi of the Hanlin Academy to recommend him. He did not want Zhou Shenxing to take the initiative to deliver it to his door.

He decided to use Zhou Jingxing.

From the perspective of the superiors, it is impossible for a political team to be gentlemen, but they still need the existence of villains.

Zhou Shenxing was stunned at first, then ecstatic. Unexpectedly, Jia Huan's suggestion was so accurate. He was indeed a talented man. His voice could not hide his excitement. He bent down to salute him, "The officials will definitely not disappoint Hua Xiang."

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After the Man Tingfang incident, Jia Huan learned that the Hanlin editor Li Kuan, who was in conflict with Dafabao, had a talk with Zhou Shenxing. He and Zhou Shenxing were the same year and had a former colleague. It was normal to meet and talk to each other.

Jia Huan's purpose was to bury a thorn in the Chu King Party. With Zhou Shenxing's character, he was determined to make progress. He would be a joke if he talked about the overall situation.

When Zhou Shenxing visited Huamo, Jia Huan's ship had already passed Yangzhou, left the canal, walked along the Yangtze River, and was about to arrive in Jinling early tomorrow morning.

Late at night, the river breeze was blowing. Jia Huan stood on the deck and looked into the distance. The stars hang down flat and the wilderness was wide, and the moon surging the river.

Chang followed Qian Huai to send a thick dress out of the cabin and said, "Third Master, it's cold tonight, you can put it on." Third Master left very anxiously, so he took him and Hu Xiaosi and a few guards and set off from the capital.

Jia Huan nodded and put on his clothes, "You go and rest first. I'll be quiet alone."

Qian Huai responded and left. The deck became quiet. Only the river breeze was left with the sound of the river flowing eastward. Jia Huan stood at the bow of the boat, with a lot of thoughts.

He actually planned to come to Jinling to pick up Weiwei after the silver coins were handled properly. However, he needed to arrange all the trivial matters when leaving Beijing. However, the song of Weiwei's apprentice Shi Yuhua aroused the longing in his heart, and it was hard to suppress it. He was too lazy to care about trivial matters, so he said to Sister Bao and went straight out of Beijing to go south.

I wonder what Vivi is doing in Jinling at this time?

There are some clouds floating in the sky,

There was a breeze blowing on the ground.

The breeze blew my hair,

Teach me how to not miss her?

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Moonlight is in love with the ocean,

The ocean is in love with the moonlight.

Such a honey-like silver night.

Teach me how to not miss her?

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Flowers flow slowly on the water surface.

The fish under the water swim slowly.

Swallow, what are you saying?

Teach me how to not miss her?

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Jinling.

When the morning glow was soaking in the horizon, this giant city in Jiangnan had already woken up from the night sleep. The bustling and prosperous scenes appeared at the docks, city gates, streets, food stalls, etc.

The south of the Yangtze River is prosperous and the people are rich. Few families cook in the morning. Most of the people usually work in small stalls at the street corner, or in breakfast shops, teahouses, and restaurants.

A few smoke from cooking stoves were curling by Wuding Bridge, entering the sky. In the early morning, cicadas kept chirping on the jujube trees in the courtyard. He'an Street and Lin Qianwei's residence, there were a few unstoppable coughs.

Lin Qianwei's two maids, Yun Yao and Qing'er, were in the warm pavilion, crying silently. The girl had been sick for more than half a month. She was getting thinner. She asked someone to invite the best doctor in the city, Dr. Wu, to see her. Dr. Wu said it was because of the heart disease.

In the room, Jin's mother from Xiaomeng Pavilion sat in front of the exquisite workmanship, exquisitely stroking her feet, sighing and wiping her tears, "My daughter with a miserable life. I told you that men are unreliable. You don't listen to me. How about it now?

Think about it, what has he done for you? You can pay for the money you redeem yourself? What kind of person are you, your mother? If you want to leave, will I force you to keep? I have written a few poems for you. Can you eat it as a meal?

How did you treat him? Not only did you say your innocent body, but you still think about him like this, thinking about him? You don’t know what else you are doing. Maybe he is happy in the capital. You can see everything in the newspaper: Jia Tan spent 30,000 taels of silver and took a concubine."

Lin Qianwei lies on her back on her pillow, with her black hair scattered casually. Her face is pale, making her no longer as beautiful as before. In midsummer, she is covered with a thin quilt. When people see her, they can feel that she is sick and feeling uncomfortable.

"Cough cough..." Lin Qianwei coughed gently, smiled reluctantly, and said, "Mom Jin, I'm going to die? It's more than a year before the five years. Why do I have to wait until that time?

I feel uncomfortable. Mom Jin, please say something interesting to me.”

Mother Jin was used to various scenes in the fun. At this time, she couldn't help but cry, covered her mouth, and couldn't speak. A woman who was as old as a flower had such good looks, talent and temperament. She was tortured by illness and withering, how could she not be sad or uncomfortable? Lin Qianwei was brought out by her.

Mother Jin couldn't speak. Lin Qianwei's beautiful eyes were no longer as bright as the stars in the past. It was bright and bright, and her eyelashes flashed dimly, and she sang softly: "The two flying guests from all over the world, and the old wings have been cold and heat several times. Joy and parting are painful, and there are even more foolish children. You should have a word, the clouds are vast and the snow in the mountains are all over the evening, who will the shadows go to?"

However, she was sick for a long time, and she was not strong enough to sing intermittently and weakly. She did not have the style of a small boat coming from her back, singing through the Yangtze River, and overwhelming the famous prostitutes in the city. However, the song was the voice of her heart. In the gentle and low point, the true feelings were revealed, which made the listeners cry.

Mother Jin turned around, and she couldn't help but shed tears as she was used to the world.

In the warm pavilion, two big maids Yun Yao, Qing'er listened to it, lowered her head and cried, "Girl..."

The layout of Lin Qianwei's bedroom is the warm room where the maids are located is on the left, with the warm room opens through the east and west, and each has its own door. Standing at the door, you can see at first glance the stepping bed with a beautiful water-pink mosquito net hanging in the middle of the room.

Jia Huan stood at the door of Lin Qianwei's bedroom, with a choked throat. He reached out and knocked on the door gently, "dong, dong". The sound attracted everyone's attention and broke the sad and sad atmosphere in the room.

Jin's mother, Lin Qianwei looked over and looked in disbelief. How could Jia Huan, who was far away from the capital, stand at the door like this?

Yun Yao, who came out of the warm trunk, said to Qing'er, "Who?" Seeing Jia Huan, her voice swallowed in her throat. She couldn't speak for a long time.

Jia Huan smiled very hard and said, "Vivi..." He said all the words afterwards. He arrived in Jinling early in the morning, entered the city, and went straight to Xiaomeng Pavilion. He was told that Weiwei moved back to Wuding Bridge.

He came all the way to the yard, but he walked in without telling the servant. Then, he listened to Vivi singing the song at the door. With his strong will, he also wanted to cry when he saw this scene. How did he think that Vivi was actually sick?

"ah……"

Yun Yao and Qing'er, two maids of seventeen or eighteen years old, made surprise screams, regardless of the image of a lady. It was very harsh, but full of joy. "Mr. Jia, are you back? Are you back?"

This scream will also shock Jin's mother who appeared at Jia Huan. Lin Qianwei woke up. Jin's mother hurriedly stood up and saluted Jia Huan, "Mr. Jia!"

Lin Qianwei struggled to reach out her hand. She felt like she was in a dream. She wanted to touch Jia Huan. Is this true? Why, why was he here? Tears just flowing out. Then, when she remembered her situation at this time, she looked very ugly. She hurriedly said, "You... Jia Lang, go out first. Yun Yao, Qing'er, help me get up and wash."

Whether it is true, fake, real or in a dream, she doesn't want her ugly scene to be seen by Jia Huan.

Jia Huan wanted to laugh, but probably she laughed very hard. He wouldn't have heard Lin Qianwei's words? He was already sick, and making trouble like this would probably worsen his condition. He waved his hand to Jin's mother, walked to the bed, stopped Lin Qianwei, who was struggling to get up to dress up, and hugged her in his arms, "Vivi, it's me..."

Feeling Jia Huan's warm embrace, so real, not illusory, Lin Qianwei couldn't help crying. The thoughts and emotions of the past four years were leaking out like a flood, making it difficult for her to herself anymore. Mixed with joy, sadness, surprise, and pain, it surged over like a tide, drowned her.

In the winter of the 12th year of Yongzhi, Jia Huan and Daiyu returned to Beijing. In the 16th summer of Yongzhi, four years later, this was the second time the two met!
Chapter completed!