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In the early morning of the first day of the first lunar month, Jia Huan woke up from his sleep.

As the clock was approaching last night, the servant who was keeping vigil outside came in and reported, "The time has come." Then there's the New Year's custom: fireworks. After that, everyone said "Happy New Year" to each other and went back to their rooms to rest.

Feeling the soft delicate body in his arms, Jia Huan looked down and saw that the delicate head under the gray-white brocade quilt was Qingwen's beautiful face, her beautiful eyes were closed, and she was breathing evenly, obviously still in a dream. He thought it was Ruyi's girl who got into his arms again. In winter, Ruyi is happy to warm his quilt every day. Qingwen generally not. Last night was Chinese New Year's Eve.

Jia Huan looked carefully at the girl in her arms, her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Daiyu: shallow charm, with a dexterous charm.

During this time, he was busy reading and taking care of Daiyu, but he neglected her a little. Although, he never said anything to Qingwen. But he has a place for her in his heart. He wanted her to be by his side for the rest of his life.

From the capital to Yangzhou, Qingwen and Ruyi were by his side, and the relationship naturally deepened. With Qingwen's proud character, her judgment said: The heart is higher than the sky. And now if he wanted to hold her, she would not refuse, and would snuggle up in his arms like a delicate girl. What that means, he knows very well.

Jia Huan laughed. How did I think about emotional things early in the morning? Maybe it's because I chatted with Qingwen and Ruyi about my past life before going to bed last night.

Come here, it's the fifth Spring Festival. Are your parents, loved ones, and friends all right in the other world? This subtle emotion gradually faded in the noisy firecracker explosion last night, buried in the depths of memory.

Jia Huan leaned over slightly and kissed Qingwen's face, ready to get up. The palm of her hand slid naturally over her large, slender legs. The thin underwear is not enough to block the soft, slippery and delicate touch of a young girl.

"Qingwen's figure is so good." When such a thought just popped into Jia Huan's mind, Qingwen, who gave him a kiss, suddenly opened her eyes. Jia Huan was suddenly embarrassed. His hands...

Qingwenqiao's face instantly turned crimson, and she buzzed like a mosquito, "Third master, you are against me." ”

Jia Huan's mind buzzed. Girl, do you know what you're talking about? I'm really an innocent boy!

Jia Huan lowered his head and pouted Qingwen's lips.

Qingwen's mind went blank and was completely disconnected.

Also blank is Ruyi, who just woke up on the side of the bed, she opened her eyes and saw the third master kissing Sister Qingwen, and she was suddenly blindfolded.

In the early morning of the first day of the first lunar month, in the courtyard somewhere on He'an Street, the atmosphere was suddenly a little charming.

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In the He'an Street in the first month, there are firecrackers one after another, and the newly posted couplets and New Year's paintings are full of strong New Year's flavor.

The New Year's greetings in the officialdom in the middle of the first month are all posted at the door. It's like sending group New Year's messages in later generations. The streets were full of people carrying baskets and stickers. Jia Huan is not a person in officialdom, so naturally he does not need to receive or send "text messages". Under the guidance of the old servant Zhang San, he continued to repeat the process of his coming to Jinling at the end of August, and paid New Year's greetings to his relatives and world friends.

At the Zhen family, Jia Huan also went, but the treatment was not as good as last time. After waiting for about half an hour, Zhen Li came over and said a few words. Jia Huan said goodbye and left.

His relationship with the Zhen family is like this at present. The Zhen family is treated as an ordinary world friend. He also has no idea of colluding with the first family of Jinling. Slightly bland. In fact, Jia Huan's expectations here are still a bit different, and he hopes that he can distance himself from the Zhen family.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, Jia Huan was idle, and took Daiyu, Aunt Pei, Qingwen, Ruyi and others to Confucius Temple, Vermilion Bird Bridge, Wuyi Lane and other places of interest and historic sites for a day and came back, and talked in the hall after dinner.

The hall is brightly lit. Candles are lit everywhere. Jia Huan smiled and asked Daiyu, who was sitting on a chair by the wall eating tea, "How does Sister Lin feel today?" ”

Life is in motion. Daiyu's body was obviously much stronger than she used to be. If she goes back to Jiafu, she will be a young lady who does not go out of the gate and does not step out of the second door, and her body will become more and more delicate.

Daiyu is wearing a new pink-colored cotton jacket, and she is becoming more and more beautiful. In the original book, she returned to Jiafu in November last year, and Baoyu tasted Daiyu in her heart, and she became more and more supernatural. Jia Huan looked at Daiyu at the moment, probably feeling the same way. Daiyu, who has experienced the pain of losing her father, has a temperament different from ordinary people after settling down.

Daiyu nodded and said clearly, "It's okay." It was a little tiring to walk in Wuyi Lane. Jia Huan took her out for a stroll and relaxation, and she was in a good mood. On Chinese New Year's Eve, the unhappiness that Jia Huan had to restrict her diet had disappeared. She knew in her heart that it was for her own good, after all.

Jia Huan smiled, "There is a temple fair in Bao'en Temple on the 12th. I'll take Sister Lin out for a walk again to breathe. It's good that you read and write every day to dissipate your mood. Actually, there is a better way. For example, in my free time, I sing, dance, and play tunes. It's a pity that I can't find the right teacher to teach you right now. ”

Daiyu likes to use poetry to express her mood, dispel emotions and sorrows, and it is very exhausting to scrutinize words. Two sentences for three years, one groan and two tears. He hoped it would be a different way.

From a health point of view, exercise is the best way to relieve depression. Unfortunately, the Zhou Dynasty did not have table tennis, badminton, volleyball, and other sports suitable for women. Of course, whether Daiyu can exercise vigorously is still a matter of words. It depends on her physical condition. Xizi holds the heart, this is a heart problem.

In other words, if Daiyu can dance a dance, that kind of picture is only afraid of being beautiful! However, it is estimated that no man can have this kind of eye blessing.

Daiyu couldn't help but have helplessness flashing in her eyes, and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Huan, I don't want to learn those things." ”

Her living habits and rhythm are constantly being changed by Jia Huan. She's still a little uncomfortable. She has no interest in singing, playing instruments, or dancing.

Jia Huan understands what Daiyu means, which is a bit similar to how elementary school students don't like to be enrolled in more extracurricular interest classes by their parents. "Well, we'll talk about it then." He didn't force Daiyu either. When the time comes, it depends on her interest.

Aunt Pei, Zijuan, Raider, Qingwen, and Ruyi listened to Jia Huan and Daiyu talk. At this time, Aunt Pei said: "Third master, there are a lot of people at the temple fair, and there are many people, and there are often children abducted in Yangzhou." Do you want to take Yu'er another day? ”

Jia Huan listened to it with a slight groan, thought about it, and said with a smile: "Aunt Pei reminded you that you should wait until there are fewer people in the New Year." ”

After speaking, Daiyu and Aunt Pei rested under the service of the maid Zijuan, Raider, and Mu'er. Jia Huan returned to the bedroom with Qingwen and Ruyi. Since that morning, he kissed two maids wantonly. The relationship is a little more intimate.

Under the bright candlelight, Ruyi went to the study to help Jia Huan bring all the greetings he received for the New Year. Eighty percent of the worship posts he received at home were posts from famous prostitutes in Jinling City. His address was somehow leaked out.

Jia Huan watched Qingwen bend over and place clothes in the closet under the light, with plump little buttocks on her slender trouser legs.

Jia Huan rubbed his eyebrows self-deprecatingly. Spring hasn't arrived yet! His thoughts are getting more and more wicked.

Ruyi placed a bunch of prayer notes of different styles on the small round table in the back room. Jia Huan and Qingwen both came over. Ruyi tilted his head and said "Huh", smiled beautifully, and said in surprise: "Third master, you are as tall as Sister Qingwen." ”

Jia Huan stretched out his hand and gestured on his and Qingwen's foreheads, and said with a smile: "It's really." In the new year, I am one year older. ”

Qingwen and Ruyi giggled. Qingwen squinted her eyes and glanced at Jia Huan, delicate and moving, "Third master, isn't your birthday at this time." "The panic and shyness of being kissed on the first day of the first month have dissipated in the past few days, and the remaining sweetness is hidden in my heart.

Talking and laughing, the three of them began to check the worship post, chatting while drinking tea. Soon found out that the remaining three famous prostitutes in Jiangnan voted for him. Lin Qianwei, Liu Ruyan, Yuan Jingxiang. There are also a number of well-known prostitutes. On the Qinhuai River, famous prostitutes who thought they were worthy of the word Oiran sent him New Year's greetings.

This is the embodiment of Jia Huan's "status in the rivers and lakes". Of course, Jia Huan has no intention of mixing this rivers and lakes. Riding a horse leaning on the bridge, full of red sleeves. This kind of limelight can come out. But "Cuiping gold bends, drunk into the flowers" is such a thing. This is suitable for a young man of eighteen years old, not for a person like him who is in his thirties at a mental age.

Suddenly, Qingwen laughed coquettishly and said playfully: "Third master, your old acquaintance's post." Su Shishi, a famous prostitute in Beijing. She invites you to visit. ”

Jia Huan smiled, ignored Qingwen's quip, took the post and read it. Su Shishi invited him to come to the door to tell the story, which had her address in Jinling: Yunyan Courtyard in Zhushi on the south bank of the Qinhuai River.

Jia Huan took a sip of tea gently.

Mr. Longjiang also attended the send-off banquet held by Mr. Long Jiang for Su Shishi before coming to Jinling. He also wrote a few letters to the mountain chief and Sect Master Fang, so that Su Shishi could protect herself in Jinling City. I don't know how she is now. Has she become the number one prostitute in the world she wants?

Judging from his contact with Xiao Youan a year ago, Su Shishi should not have achieved her wish. Otherwise, Brother You'an would definitely mention to him this famous prostitute and beauty who had an old friendship with him. It's better not to see each other than to see each other!

He had no interest in Vanity Fair on the Qinhuai River.

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The rest of the New Year flew by, and soon after the Lantern Festival, Jia Huan resumed reading and looked for a bookstore where he could print books. He can pay for the money for the printing book in advance, and how to let the inmates have a copy in their hands is not a problem for a person who has worked as a sales executive.

On the afternoon of the 23rd, after the first lecture of the mountain chief after the start of the school year, Pang Ze came to Jia Huan to go out for a drink with a distressed face. (To be continued.) )