In August, autumn has entered the capital. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn the morning, the weather was slightly cool. The fragrance of cinnamon in the garden of Sanssouci Hall.

At about ninety o'clock in the morning, Xiangling was writing in Xiaoxuan, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the Xuan's window, the pen was lightly pressed against the white chin, and her expression was deep.

"Giggle..."

Laughter suddenly came from behind him. Xiangling turned around and saw Qingwen and Ruyi coming in from outside, followed by the little girl.

Ruyi smiled: "Sister Xiangling, are you composing poetry?" "Ruyi is getting older, and her appearance is becoming more and more delicate. She is also literate, but she does not have Xiangling's talent for poetry.

Qingwen smiled and pushed Ruyi, "Nonsense! In my opinion, she must be thinking about the words of the third master yesterday. Maybe I'll have to pestering the third master to ask for the answer at night. "Last night, the third master said that Xiangling didn't understand the affairs of Zhen's mansion.

A few of the little maidens giggled.

Teasing Qingwen, Xiangling smiled quietly, a little shy, and asked, "Did you two follow grandma?" ”

There are some things that everyone knows! The third master dotes on her and likes her temperament; She has a third master in her heart. It's just that she wasn't thinking about the words of the third master last night. She is counting the time: when will my mother arrive in the capital? Autumn is about to begin, and it will be around the middle of September.

She felt a little apprehensive in her heart. She was abducted by a kidnapper since she was a child, went through a catastrophe, went to Jiafuzhong, and then followed her grandmother to the third master's house. In this life, you have to settle down. Recognize my mother again, and I have no regrets.

Mourn my parents, give birth to me, and work hard. What is it like to have no father, and what is it necessary to be without a mother?

When I secretly think about tears, I am afraid that I will cry more. When she met her mother, she was happy and sad, longing and wandering.

Ruyi covered her mouth and chuckled, and said, "Grandma took Sister Ying'er to the garden early in the morning." Miss Shi said that she wanted to compose a poem. Send someone to invite you. Grandma, the girls are now in Zilingzhou. ”

Xiangling said hello to everyone and hurriedly went to Ziling Continent.

Looking at Xiangling's hurried back, Qingwen smiled "poof". There is no one in the house who doesn't like Xiangling. It's just that she's not in a good mood.

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Jia Huan taught Ning Cheng, the prince of King Wu, and Ning Xi, the king of Yan, in the palace of King Wu in the afternoon, and then returned to Jiafu. In the morning, he reviewed manuscripts at Pravda newspaper and taught students at Wu Wangfu in the afternoon. Because Zhou Guifei took care of the pregnant Yuanchun wholeheartedly, he taught King Yan and made great efforts. If others respect you, you must repay the favor.

He used to be just a casual teacher. Let King Yan and Ning Cheng read through the scriptures, be reasonable, and think independently. Now, he will teach them all kinds of things, so that they can have a skill and be able to make a living.

In early autumn, the autumn tiger is in full swing. At about five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was setting. Jia Huan felt a wave of heat when he got out of the carriage. As soon as he entered the courtyard, Zhang Sishui, who served as a staff member, went back and forth: Jia Zheng's protégé Shuntianfu Tong sentenced Fu to visit.

"Heh, why is he here?" Jia Huan was a little surprised.

Daddy has been out for a few years. He collected more than a dozen Qingke on weekdays and took two or three to Fujian to relieve boredom. The rest of the people come and go freely here in Jiafu. Jia Huan will not be brain-dead to cut off the political father's doorman.

He also asked Zhan Ziliang to teach cherishing spring painting and cultivating cherishing spring's interests and hobbies. This is much better than learning to draw on one's own.

For example, Li Ping, the ambassador of the Weaving and Dyeing Institute of the Ministry of Industry, and Fu Xian, the general judge of Shuntian Mansion, came to Rongguo Mansion and were received by Jia Qiang and Jia Lian. There are some things that they take care of. Jia Huan is basically gone. Fu Xian came to visit Sanssouci Hall today, which is really strange.

Zhang Sishui smiled and scratched his head.

He did not go to work at Pravda like Liu Yichen and Liu Guoshan, but stayed in the mansion to help Jia Huan take care of daily affairs. Going to Pravda is certainly a good future, but Jia Huan also lacks help from his side.

Jia Huan went to the side hall in the front yard to meet Fu Xian.

Fu Yan was in his thirties, wearing a brown civilian clothes, and when he saw Jia Huan coming in, he hurriedly put down the tea bowl, got up, and respectfully bowed his hand and said, "I've seen Brother Jia Shi below." ”

Jia Huan smiled and nodded, and stretched out his hand to signal, "Fu Don't be polite." ”

The little guy came in to serve tea. Jia Huan took a sip of tea and listened to Fu Xian speak, "Brother Jia Shishi is in charge of Pravda, why did he implement a whip law to remove the obstacles of public opinion, which is really a great contribution to the society." I admire it very much. It will rise soon..."

Fu try, tend to be inflammatory. Jia Huan knows very well what he is doing, and he just listens to some words. Obviously, this is the "sequelae" of Pravda after opening up the situation in the capital. Fu tried to think that he, the "sideline" Hanlin, was in power.

Reach out and don't hit the smiley person. Jia Huan listened patiently for five minutes, said a few words to Fu Xian, and then served tea to the guests.

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After dealing with trivial matters and eating wine with Zhang Sishui, Jia Huan returned to the backyard and relaxed. In fact, Fu Tongju obviously thought too much. Now there are not a few people in the court who openly and secretly scold him for being a "vertical son", where will he be promoted?

Moreover, he was only promoted to the sixth rank of Hanlin last year, and he didn't reach his term for three years, how could he be promoted? Being a clerk is an ornament! Song Pu..., hey! It is estimated that the officials who dismissed him have all the hearts.

The faint darkness of the night is enveloped in the exquisite, elegant houses of Sanssouci Hall. The dim light and shadow are like light veils.

Jia Huan went all the way back to the main compound. When I entered the door, I saw Qingwen alone in the house, lazily crooked on the soft couch, with needles and threads on the dark red high table in front of her. Looking at the expression, it seems to be sullen.

Jia Huan smiled, "Qingwen, what's wrong with you?" When I was sick, I sent someone to get a doctor. He walked over to the soft couch and reached out to touch Qingwen's smooth forehead. The temperature is not hot.

Qingwen is seventeen years old, and she stands out very beautifully, with a slightly round face, delicate eyebrows, and bright big eyes. Composition of a Peugeot's beautiful face. Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is something like Daiyu. Playful and charming. She and Xiangling, who have a gentle temperament and are quiet, are completely different kinds of beauty.

Qingwen's eyelids moved flexibly, and she said funny: "Third master, I'm not sick." Forgive me for being tired and not pouring you tea to eat. Grandma, Xiangling, and Ruyi are setting up a meal in Xiaoxiang Pavilion today. Miss Lin is the east. ”

Qingwen was very casual in front of Jia Huan.

Seeing Qingwen's little lazy cat, Jia Huan put his heart down, sat next to Qingwen, leaned back, the fragrance of the beauty wafted in, and said with a smile: "I just came in after eating wine." Not very thirsty. Have you had dinner? ”

Qingwen said lazily: "I don't want to eat." Third master, should you ask Xiangling if she has eaten? Giggles..."

Jia Huan smiled when he heard it, if he didn't understand, there would be a problem with his IQ, he reached out and hugged Qingwen's thin waist, hugged her into his arms and sat down, looking at her iconic beautiful face up close, in the dim light, hazy and picturesque, beautiful and indescribable.

"Silly girl! When did you follow me? When did Xiangling come? Can the two of us never be together again in this life? Jia Huan gently rubbed Qingwen's white and greasy face and said softly.

He remembered that when he was in the 8th year of Yongzhi, he saw Qingwen for the first time. Also, a series of things later. For Qingwen, he instigated the political father to give a big face to the treasure. Also, in Dongzhuang Town, in the south of the Yangtze River.

Qingwen's pretty face suddenly turned crimson. On the one hand, it is Jia Huan's intimate actions, and on the other hand, her thoughts are in Jia Huan's words.