During the Laba season, the wharf in Tongzhou is unusually prosperous. Boats gathered. There are many shops. Goods coming and going from the north to the south converge here. The New Year is approaching.

A large ship from Jinling was slowly moored on the pier in the afternoon. A big flag with the word "Jia" fluttered in the winter wind on the boat. The planks began to lay down.

Yesterday, I learned that more than 20 people from Jiafu, including Jia Rong, Jia Qiang, and Jia Yun, who were waiting in the wine shop on the dock, all moved. "Sir, they've arrived." The waiting servants of Jiafu urged the chariots and horses to come.

Lin Zhixiao, the chief housekeeper of Jiafu, went to see Jia Zheng outside the cabin and said, "Master, I've arrived in Tongzhou." ”

Jia Zheng was in the small hall, served by Aunt Zhao, reading the newspaper with reading glasses. A cup of hot tea curls and exudes a fresh fragrance.

As the former Jiuqing, the secretary of general administration. Daddy Zheng traveled all the way from the canal, and there was no shortage of officials who befriended him, and the news was unimpeded. At this time, his heart was full of sighs. His close friend Ji Xingsheng was imprisoned by the Son of Heaven for forming a party in the DPRK and China.

This reason is an excuse at a glance. Isn't there a party in the DPRK and China?

Beijing has always been a place of change, which is very different from the leisurely political climate of Jinling.

Jia Zheng sighed, took off his reading glasses and threw them on the desk, replied to Lin Zhixiao, and ordered, "Hmm." You and Lian'er arrange it. ”

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This building ship is a private building ship in Jiafu, equipped with sailors. It is convenient for people in Jiafu to travel between Jinling and Beijing.

The middle and rear sections of the top floor of the building ship are the living places of the ladies of Jiafu. Mrs. Wang, Li Kun, Xue Baoqin, Xue Baochai, Lin Daiyu and others all live here.

After the ship entered the port of Tongzhou. Baochai, Daiyu and other Jiafu ladies gathered on the deck to look at the prosperous scene on the wharf: the voices of people are boiling, the boats are like clouds, and the goods come and go.

Xue Baochai was dressed in a goose-yellow trimmed jacket, snow-white and lush, bright and elegant. Three years later, she was twenty-two years old. is in the most beautiful stage of her life. The elegance is unparalleled. A breeze ruffled her hair.

Xue Baochai looked at the houses and shops on the dock, sighed slightly, and said with a smile: "This place is almost the same as when we left Beijing." "When she is about to go to Beijing, she rejoices in her heart. Jia Huan's letter, they all received. See you in the North Park of Jingshi Jiafu!

Daiyu is wearing a cyan blue and blue cloud pattern cotton jacket, with a graceful figure and a bright demeanor, like a beautiful woman like a flower and jade. She is half a year old and nineteen years old this year. He said softly: "Sister Bao, Tongzhou has not changed for three years. And we're all three years older. ”

Brother Huan is about to return, and she is full of emotion in her heart. Three years have passed in Jinling's thoughts. How could she not sigh? The green light shines on the wall, and the cold rain knocks on the window and is not warm. Blame the slave for hurting the gods? Half for the spring of pity and half of the annoyed spring.

Li Kun and Tanchun laughed, "Feng'er, you are married, and you still say such childish things." ”

Xue Baoqin, who was standing on the side, chuckled and said, "Sister Lin, I don't know what happened to the sisters in Beijing?" She and Xiangyun had a good conversation. Welcoming spring and cherishing spring are all in Beijing.

A group of maids were there, and laughter echoed. Here on the deck, for a while, the warbler cries and swallows, and the purple and red are red.

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At this time, Baoyu walked over with a white cloak from the maid Jin Hai'er's hand, ready to put it on Daiyu, her big round face was full of tenderness, and said: "Sister Lin, it's windy here, your body is weak, and you wear a cloak to block the wind." ”

Daiyu's eyes were angry, a little annoyed by Baoyu. She is married. Baoyu still treats her like this, what kind of person is she?

Zijuan combed the maid's pigtails, stopped Baoyu, and said, "Second master, the girl is here." Don't bother with the second master. ”

Baoyu's face was slightly embarrassed.

Jia Baoyu's wife, Xue Baoqin, had a gloomy face. I was sad in my heart. I regret that I shouldn't have married.

Baochai gently patted her cousin's hand and comforted her, and was about to say Baoyu. Wang Xifeng came out of the boat hall, clapped his hands and smiled: "Oh, they all taught me to find it, it turns out that my sister-in-law and sisters are here." The carriage is ready, and it's time to disembark, so come quickly. ”

Sister Feng was dressed in a peach-red Baizi carved silk silver mouse jacket, wearing a white forehead, pink and fat, crisp and upright, bright and moving. Endless beauty style.

The ladies and maids departed.

Baoyu looked at their backs, stomped their feet, let out a long sigh, and burst into tears. Even if he and Sister Qin are married, all these years, he has been thinking about Sister Lin. How...

I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch!

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The Jingzhong Teaching Workshop Division is a world-famous place for red powder. In the alley of the main division in the east of the capital, there are embroidered pavilions everywhere. In the willow alley of the flower street, the silk and bamboo are pleasant, and the nobles are laughing.

It's a man's paradise. The beauties of each posture are prostrate under them, and they are happy before the collapse. The premise is that there is gold, silver, and power!

However, for the families and clans of the convicts, the Teaching Department is a history of blood and tears that cannot be looked back on.

On December 12, eight days after Ji Xingsheng's house was raided, Jin Yiwei found "evidence" of his dealings with the King of Jin in his home and reported it to the Son of Heaven. The Son of Heaven was furious, and his impression of Ji Xingsheng was even worse. In the imperial study of the West Garden, the royal approval: let the division discuss his crimes.

In fact, when the Son of Heaven in Yongzhi was about to die and entered his old age, King Jin, as the only adult concubine, was almost certain to be the new emperor. After all, it is a minority who bet on Yang Huangzi. In this case, who in the court has nothing to do with King Jin?

An important minister like Ji Xingsheng, when the King of Jin sends someone to give him a gift during the New Year's Festival, can he refuse it? Will you be a man?

It stands to reason that at the end of the year, the court is slacking off, calm and calm, waiting for the New Year. If there are any grievances, I'll talk about it next year. But Huamo, a scholar of Jianji Temple, is afraid that the night will be long and dreamy: Do you know that in a few days, the anger of the son of heaven will not disappear?

Ji Xingsheng, Ji Shichun and others were sentenced to exile in the Western Regions, their family property was confiscated, and their female dependents were enrolled in the Teaching Workshop Division.

In terms of the political struggles of the early decades of the dynasty, this is somewhat excessive. However, according to the struggle of the Yongzhi Dynasty: general. In the early years, the bachelors in the south study were all killed. It's not for nothing that the three tribes of Yi are gone!

The Son of Yongzhi came to power in a coup d'état that year, and the heads killed in the first ten years were rolling. Won a reputation for being mean and unkind, but it has only been restrained by the minister over the years.

After nightfall, the teaching department became more and more lively, with red lights and red sleeves. A gorgeous horse-drawn carriage pulls into an embroidery building in the alley of the company.

In the room of the embroidery building, Princess Ning Xiao of Yongqing stood at the window side, looking at the dark and gloomy sky.

She came today, and it was a woman and a man. Dressed in a white shirt, with a slender figure. Wearing a Tang scarf, bright eyes and bright teeth, fair skin, handsome and abnormal.

Behind her, Ji Xingsheng's daughter, Ji Xiaoniang, was sitting on the bed and sobbing.

She and Princess Yongqing are both handkerchiefs for Jia Tanchun and know each other. knew that Ning Xiao was here to save her.

Princess Ning Xiao of Yongqing was entrusted by Jia Huan to take care of Ji Wan'er. When Brother Xi'er's son was born last year, Jia Huan's letter came from the Western Regions. Jia Huan is not optimistic about the political struggle between Ji Xingsheng and Hua Mo. Now, the others have not returned to Beijing, and the results have come out.

After a while, a middle-aged servant woman came in and said, "Your Highness, the formalities have been completed." ”

Ning Xiao walked to the side of the bed, hugged Ji Wan'er's shoulder pityingly, patted her gently, and sighed, "Wan'er, come with me." ”

Take Ji Wan'er and leave the Teaching Division. Sitting in the carriage, Ning Xiao was in a bad mood. Ji Xingsheng did everything and did things, but he was defeated by the greedy and flattering Huamo, and his family was ruined, how regrettable is this? Could it be: the road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high?

I don't know when Jia Huan will return! I wish he was faster, faster.

When she first met Jia Huan before, she said that he was a mediocre person. But he's not. She knew very well in her heart that if Jia Huan was in Beijing, she would definitely help Ji Xingsheng. And, it is possible to win!

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Jia Zheng and Jia Lian took the people of Jiafu to return to Rongguo Mansion on Ningrong Street at four o'clock on the ninth day of the lunar month. It was not until the 20th that Fuzhong was able to calm down a little from the busyness of the relocation.

In the past few days, the men of Jiafu have a banquet and exchange visits with the world friends in Beijing, needless to mention.

In the house, Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng were busy with their feet not touching the ground. Pick up and clean all the places and take care of the Grand View Garden. Arrange food, clothing, housing and transportation everywhere. Li Kun and Tanchun helped to take care of the affairs of Jiafu. Baochai is only in charge of things in the North Park.

In the small hall in the main wing of the North Park, the sound of mahjong scrubbing is constant. The afternoon is cold and quiet.

Qingwen, Ruyi, Xiangling, and Ying'er sat together to play the quintessence of the country. Baochai took Caixia and Daiyu to Qiushuangzhai to help Tanchun prepare for marriage. The few of them were idle in the house.

Qingwen Peugeot is pretty. Ruyi is delicate and soft, Xiangling is gentle and quiet, and Ying'er is dexterous and charming.

Qingwen's green tooth-pinching vest had just lost, and said depressedly: "Why hasn't the third master returned!" ”

A few giggles in a word. Because, Jia Huan is a well-known fortune boy in the house.

Ruyijiao smiled and said, "Sister Qingwen, you want to be the third master for this reason, it's really amazing." ”

Qingwen rolled her eyes, squinted her big eyes, and choked, "You don't want to?" She argued and refused to admit defeat.

The laughter in the room, slightly lessened. Why don't you want to? Three years have passed like this. There are too many words, too many worries, wanting to ask him, wanting to talk to him. Yu Shen Yan is at the end of the world, and he believes that the world is not bitter.

Third master, where are you now?

At this time, Qian Huai just rode a fast horse and ran into Ningrong Street.