In the eleventh year of Yongxing, just after Qixi Festival, it was early autumn. The mountains in the western suburbs of the capital are dyed with golden autumn mood, which is uneven.

Jia Huan and Luo Xiangyang, the dean of Wendao Academy, took their disciples Gongsun Jie and Ning Chi, about two or three friends, and came back from the mountains in western Beijing. Recalling the past, a group of fellow disciplines came here to talk about the past and the present. At night, the stars are shining brightly and the mountain wind is howling.

"Senior Brother Gongsun..."In the carriage on the way back, Luo Xiangyang gently patted Gongsun Jie's shoulder, and he was unspeakably emotional for a while.

On that day eleven years ago, Senior Brother had a chance to go. Jia Huan specially sent Yi Junjie to the academy to inform. But he didn't go. If so, the senior brother is still there, they drink together, talk about poetry, and discuss scriptures, how pleasant!

Gongsun Jie's eyes were slightly red, and he couldn't help himself.

Jia Huan, Xu Yinglang, Qiao Rusong, and Wei Yang all sighed lightly.

In the evening, the carriage arrived in Dongzhuang Town. Jia Huan's elder Qian Huai waited here for a long time, "Third master, grandma sent Aunt Hua to send a letter to Beijing." ”

Jia Huan said in surprise: "Where is the letter?" ”

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In the evening, in the main room of Sanssouci Hall, Jia Huan read the letters written by his wives and concubines under the lamp, and his thoughts suddenly rose.

The attacker was guarding beside Jia Huan, and his eyes fell on Jia Huan, hiding infinite tenderness. She cut the lanterns, added tea to Jia Huan or put on a coat. The early autumn nights are a little cold. Meticulous and considerate.

Jia Huan finished reading the six letters brought by the attacker, raised his head, hugged her gently, and said softly: "Attacker, grind ink for me." ”

Sister Lin's illness has been cured. However, every time he wrote to his family, he told him not to leave for Beijing in a hurry, and he must wait until the time was good. In the early autumn, Sister Bao wrote that they were going to leave in batches.

This made him very happy.

"Hmm." The attacker was thirty-seven years old, wearing a pink cardigan, a mature woman, with a soft response, rolled up her sleeves and grinded ink ingots in the inkstone.

Jia Huan picked up the pen and wrote on the plain white paper that he missed his wives and concubines at the moment.

The old garden returns to the flying cuckoo birds, and the world is full of thieves in spring. Thinking of seeing each other again, holding hands and looking at each other's souls.

The spring water goes all the way to the hometown, and I miss my relatives every day. Sending a message to the cuckoo Mo is sad, so sad and unbearable.

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The river is vast, like a long dragon. In the autumn rain, the river and the sky are on the line. A beautiful building boat, just past Yangzhou, along the canal.

Since the Yongxing period, the university scholars Qichi changed the transportation to the sea, and most of the northern and southern freight were transported by sea. Shipped from Huating, Quanzhou, Guangzhou and other ports to Tianjin. On the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, there are no official boats, but it is much smoother.

The rain knocked on the window. Ying'er opened the curtain, and Baochai came in from outside. I saw Daiyu reading. smiled and said, "Feng'er, what book are you reading?" What about Luo'er? ”

"Oh, my sister is here. Luo'er gets seasick and rests in the cabin at the back. Daiyu got up to greet Baochai, gave up her seat, made Zijuan pour tea, chuckled, and said softly: "It's all a pastime written by the old minister." ”

The thing reminds one of its owner.

Baochai hugged Daiyu's shoulders affectionately and said with a smile: "The boat is shaking, and reading is not good for your eyes." Come with me and listen to Weiwei and Yuhua sing songs. In addition to the two lyrics sent by the father-in-law, he also filled in a weird song that he loved. ”

In a few moments, two beautiful songs sounded in one of the cabins of the ship: quiet summer, the sky is full of stars, and there are some thoughts in my heart, missing your face. I can pretend I can't see it, or I can secretly miss it.

With Lin Qianwei and Shi Yuhua's musical skills, Jia Huan can sing the charm with just a brief score and lyrics.

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In the early morning of late autumn, the white dew is frost.

At about 9 o'clock in the morning of 20 September, a convoy of more than 20 horse-drawn carriages made a smooth journey from the Tongzhou wharf to the capital. Five hundred elite cavalry, escorting the convoy. This attracted people along the way to wait and see.

Soon, well-informed people recognized it: this was the convoy of today's Emperor Jia Huan. No wonder there is such momentum.

However, the real reason is not that Jia Huan travels with great pomp. Instead, he moved from Jinling to Jingshi, his wife, concubines, children, servants, plus all kinds of utensils. More than twenty carriages is not an exaggeration.

His wives and concubines and children arrived in two groups. Yun'er, Shishi, Qingwen, Ruyi, and Xiangling arrived as early as mid-August. Keqing accompanied him. Sister Bao and Sister Lin, Weiwei and Yuhua arrived today with their children.

In the middle of the convoy, in the exquisite carriage, Jia Huan and Baochai, Daiyu, Weiwei, and Yuhua recounted their parting feelings in the past seven months.

Baochai was wearing a honey-colored cotton jacket, dignified and elegant, time seemed to love her, and did not leave too many traces on her. National talent. Daiyu wears a cotton jacket embroidered on a white background, like a flower like jade. Wei Wei was wearing a jade-colored cardigan and was tall. Yuhua is a cyan coat, charming and pure.

Looking at these familiar faces, the emotions in Jia Huan's heart rose, and he lightly held the hands of Baochai and Daiyu, "When I remember the year, my head is white and I sing the old words in pairs." Mo Yan autumn evening, five days of small spring chrysanthemum blooming. Sister Bao, Sister Lin, I broke my promise again. ”

Twelve years ago, in the winter of the twentieth year of Yongzhi, he returned from a campaign in the Western Regions and said to his wives: From now on, they will never be separated. However, in February this year, he had to rush to Beijing. Seven months apart may not be too long.

However, during this period, Daiyu was sick for more than a month, which made him worry and couldn't sleep. I'm afraid something will happen. See you again today, and the joy is indescribable.

Baochai smiled elegantly and shook her head gently. Palms clenched. She didn't expect Jia Huan to come back to Tongzhou Wharf to pick them up today.

Daiyu smiled narrowly, her beautiful eyes fell on Jia Huan's face, and said, "Since Brother Huan is ashamed, have you ever thought about how to coax us?" ”

chuckled again: "Luo'er, do you have any wishes that your father wants to help you fulfill?" Don't talk about eating matcha-flavored ice cream. ”

None of Jia Huan's children stayed in the carriage, only Daiyu's daughter Luo'er was. The ten-year-old girl, slim and elegant, inherited Daiyu's beauty, Jia Huan doted on her very much.

Jia Luoer felt as if it was the first time she came to Beijing, lifted the corner of the car curtain, and looked at the bustling street market in Beijing. At this time, listening to his mother's words, he turned his head and smiled: "Mother, didn't you say on the way here that you want to punish your father to write a few more books?" ”

This answer made Lin Qianwei and Shi Yuhua laugh out loud. Jia Huan laughed. In the carriage, the atmosphere is light.

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In the fifteenth year of Yongzhi, in the twilight of spring, Xiangyun saw the catkins flying, and occasionally got a small order. The people of the Peach Blossom Society are like willow catkins.

Among them, Baoyu has a sentence: When the warbler is sad and the butterfly is tired of the late fragrance, even if it is goodbye next spring, the next year.

However, the golden hairpins in the Grand View Garden will not sigh again.

In the autumn of the eleventh year of Yongxing, Baochai and Daiyu arrived in Beijing. In late autumn, autumn chrysanthemums bloom. Lin Daiyu, the owner of the Peach Blossom Society, invited all the sisters to gather in the lotus root champs in the Grand View Garden on the tenth day of October to enjoy the autumn chrysanthemum poetry club.

Ying, Tan, and cherish Sanchun are in Beijing, and Xiangyun, Xue Baoqin, etc. are also there. Xing Yuyan also accompanied her husband Xu Yinglang in Beijing. Li Qi is the wife of Zhen Baoyu and is in Beijing. The south study room was abolished, and Zhen Baoyu was the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple.

Li Wen is the wife of Luo Hua, a native of Jinling, who was also in Beijing at this time.

On this day, all the flowers gathered in the Grand View Garden. Talking about the old things of 20 years ago, it is difficult to express emotion. The maids are around, and the Grand View Garden, which has been cold for many years, is lively again. Baoyu, Miaoyu sent a congratulatory note.

On the first day of March, Mrs. Wang's birthday banquet used the Grand View Garden as a place to live and retreat. However, without the Grand View Garden of the Golden Hairpins, there is no such poetic feeling, it is cold!

Laugh once, appreciate a chrysanthemum, write a poem, and set up wine in the lotus root champs at noon. Xiangyun pulled Xiangling and punched. Xiangling couldn't drink enough, and the gentle beauty was blushing lightly, but she couldn't resist Xiangyun's persuasion.

Baochai took a chrysanthemum and leaned on the window sill. What a picture of a lady in late autumn. Tanchun was talking to her on the side, "Sister Bao, did you remember the poetry meeting where Yun Yatou ate crabs in the east that year?" ”

Lin Xiaoxiang won the chrysanthemum poem, Xue Xue Wu sarcastic and crab song.

Baochai smiled and said, "Yes! Yun Yatou wants to compose poems and treat guests. The crabs were brought in by my brother. It was the middle of August, and it was crab season. No better than today. ”

Bao Qin was watching Daiyu fishing, talking. She has an excellent personal relationship with Daiyu. At this time, he looked over and said with a smile: "Sister Bao, I miss the piece of venison I ate in winter." "That represents her girlhood.

After Xiangyun finished pouring Xiangling, he said with a smile: "Silly girl, what's so difficult, wait for a few days when it snows, and then we will go to Luxue Nunnery to enjoy the snow." ”

Welcoming spring, cherishing spring, Li Wen and Li Qi held a group fan, covered their mouths and laughed. Sister Yun is bold, but careless. It's easy to go to Luxue-an again, but it's hard to go back to this lost time!

Xing Xiuyan smiled indifferently.

Tan Chunyin asked, "What is the third brother doing?" Today, our sister writes poems, since he has joined the poetry club, can he hand in his works, what does Lin Yatou say? ”

When it comes to what Jia Huan is doing, Baochai, Daiyu can't hide her smile. Today, Jia Huan is taking his father in Sanssouci Hall and is accompanying the children. In his words: Ruthless may not be a hero, how can a poor son not be a husband?

I just don't know if he will complain for a while. Those little ghosts, but they are clever and difficult.

Daiyu replied softly: "I want him to make a song." Zijuan, you go and say a word to Xianggong. Will his work come. ”

"Okay." Zijuan smiled, took the two little maids, got out of the Lotus Lotus Champs, went straight to the north, and then crossed Zilingzhou to the east, and went north from the side of the Wuyuan. to the backyard of Sanssouci Hall. The same is where Daiyu lives now.

Jia Huan is accompanied by Su Shishi, Raider, Mandarin Duck, and Caixia to take care of the children together. The yard was bustling with activity, but after a while, his head was big. More than a dozen children gathered together to play, that scene. Gee

Zijuan explained the meaning, and Jia Huankou recounted an old poem: Drunk Huayin, brought back to the Lotus Lotus Champs by her.

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is golden. The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

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In the winter of the second year of Zhiping. The north wind is biting. In the dark night, in the Zeng Mansion of Yongfang, a small official came on horseback and was later taken to the study of Zeng University.

"It's so late, what's the matter?" Accompanied by his son, Zeng Jin, a university scholar, walked slowly from the outside to the study, and asked angrily. People are old, and they have fallen asleep at ten o'clock. As a result, he was woken up by the little official.

The little official saluted and said, "Zeng Xiang, there is urgent news from the Shandong Political Division, the earthquake in Taishan." ”

"Ahh Mount Tai is the place of Zen enshrinement. Is the Taishan earthquake a warning from heaven?

Zeng Jin steady, half loud, raised his head and laughed, "Haha, haha, the old man can be a master!" ”

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Snowflakes fall. On the sixth floor of the West Garden Chaoxia Residence. Ning Xiao invited Jia Huan to a banquet here. A pot of rice wine, a few dishes of side dishes. Zi'er, Wan'er poured wine on the side.

Ning Xiao and Jia Huan touched a cup and said with a chuckle: "Jia Lang, the Son of Heaven has issued ten edicts for repetition, when do you plan to accept it?" Xiao Kaizhi builds momentum for you in Pravda: Ziyu is not out, what is like the common people? ”

In the second year of Zhiping, there was an earthquake in Mount Tai. Zeng Jin, a university scholar, "resigned". There was a vacancy in the Military Aircraft Department. There are more and more voices in the DPRK and China about Jia Huan's resurgence.

Jia Huan smiled, "Xiao'er, wait a little longer." At least wait until the year is over. Wang Wengong has been looking forward to it for more than ten years before he has this statement. Me, wait, it's not a bad thing. "Five years have passed, and the reform dividends left by Qichi back then have been exhausted. Many policies need to be adjusted. He has the intention of being a ruler.

Ning Xiaoyan smiled and no longer persuaded Jia Huan.

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The spring drizzle rustles like spring silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves.

In the afternoon, when Jia Huan was dealing with government affairs in Wenyuan Pavilion, he was called to Ningshou Palace by Empress Dowager Zhen.

All the way, it was quiet. Jia Huan was slightly surprised, and followed Zhen Yi's personal palace maid to a pavilion.

Jia Huan came upstairs and saw that the building was empty, only the Empress Dowager Zhen was alone, wearing a long blue and soft skirt standing by the window to enjoy the rain. There is a round table in the hall, where exquisite wine and food are displayed.

The light rain is like silk, and the afternoon time will be embellished with leisure and laziness.

Jia Huan bowed and saluted, "The minister has seen the Queen Mother." "When he was the emperor, he was not a courtier, and he didn't have to care about the etiquette of the Son of Heaven and the Queen Mother. At this moment, he is a scholar of the East Court University, and he is scheduled to work on the plane. It is necessary to take the form seriously.

Zhen Yi turned his head and smiled softly, "Mr. Jia is here." Sit! "I came over and poured wine for Jia Huan in person, the best liquor, the wine smelled fragrant. She asked: "Mr. Jia has been in the military aircraft department for more than a month, and I am much more relaxed. Finally get a good night's sleep. ”

Zhiping Tianzi is only sixteen years old this year, and there are still two years before he is eighteen years old. Before that, it was the Empress Dowager Zhen who was regent. Exercising the power of the Son of Heaven on his behalf. In the past three years, she has been walking on thin ice. - Of course, the real power of the Zhou Dynasty is in the hands of Jia Huan.

And after Jia Huan entered the military plane, she completely relaxed. As long as you follow Jia Huan's opinion, you don't have to think about it. Politics, fascinating, is no less tiring. She is not the eldest princess Ning Xiao.

Jia Huan felt that today's Empress Dowager Zhen was a little weird, and nodded slightly.

Zhen Yi touched the hair in his ear with his tail finger, raised his glass to drink, and said, "Brother Jia, tomorrow is Ziwen's death day." ”

I see. At the mention of Ning Xi, Jia Huan also felt a little sad in his heart. Although three years have passed. Wen Sheng comforted: "You mourn." ”

Zhen Yi shook her head gently, and through the intention of wine, she said what she thought in her heart many years ago but did not say, "Love you, hate you, ask you if you know?" ”

Jia Huan was stunned.

With his Qi cultivation skills, when he heard Zhen Yi's words at this time, his brain crashed directly. Half ringing, only to recover. The Zhen family was destroyed by him! With Zhen Yi's character, he really doesn't hate him at all?

And the first two words, just filter it out! Zhen Yi is Ziwen's wife. He and Zhen Yi did have some origins when they were young. But, never to that extent. He directly refused to marry the Zhen family.

Jia Huan looked at Zhen Yi's eyes and said sincerely: "Third girl, thank you!" "Get up and leave the building.

This is a lyric from Shanghai Tang. Feng Chengcheng said this to Xu Wenqiang.

He won't. The wives and concubines around him all have a relationship with him for more than ten years. He will not tolerate others in his heart.

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Later historians found that in the Zhiping period, in that glorious era, there were many fragrant descriptions of the then scholar Jia Huan and the Empress Dowager Zhen Yi in the literati notes and wild histories. The truth is lost in the dust of history.