In the autumn of the thirteenth year of Yongzhi, Qiushuangzhai occasionally married the Begonia Society. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info and finished composing the poem, the poem was exhausted, and the golden hairpins of Jiafu dispersed by themselves. Some went to Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang, and some went home.

Jia Huan and Baochai took Ying'er and Xiangling along the road in the Grand View Garden to Wangyue Residence. Along the way, the stacks of green and flowing gold, the autumn scenery is pleasant. It's late autumn.

Baochai is wearing a goose-yellow long skirt, and her posture is slightly plump for a girl. Apricot eyes and beautiful eyes, bright and indescribable, like a goddess. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he walked side by side with Jia Huan demurely. The cold fragrance lingers.

Seeing Jia Huan's slightly pensive look, Baochai asked softly: "Husband, is it difficult for my uncle to invite you to go?" ”

Jia Huan came back to his senses, looked at his demure and gentle wife, and said with a smile: "It's nothing." What can happen? ”

Baochai's eyelashes flickered, her eyes flowed, and she said, "Really?" ”

Jia Huan smiled, stretched out his hand and gently stroked a strand of hair hanging down from Baochai's jade-like white ear, moved gently, and said softly: "No." He smiled again and said, "I forgot to congratulate my sister on winning the championship." ”

Baochai did not avoid her husband's intimacy, and smiled, her pretty face slightly red. No matter how mature her heart is, she is still a girl! And newlywed.

In the Grand View Garden, in the afternoon, there are no pedestrians on the long road, and it is quiet and indescribable. The two whispered, and spread as if nothing was there. On the road, Baochai chuckled from time to time.

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The second day of September is Wang Xifeng's birthday. Jia Lian is rarely at home. In the evening, the sky gradually darkened.

Wang Xifeng and Jia Lian were eating together. Ping'er waited on the side. The dishes are very hearty. There is a jug of wine.

Wang Xifeng ate a few bites with little interest. There are only a few dishes at home, what hasn't she eaten? Holding his cheeks with one hand, he asked, "Hey, why has Brother Huan been taking leave at home lately?" Listening to Ping'er, in the afternoon, she also started a poetry club with Sister-in-law Zhu, Sister Xue, and the three girls. It's idle! ”

The management system of the foreign government completely relies on documents and documents. Jia Huan is relaxed. Leave the matter to the people below.

And in the inner house, she can only be attentive to everything. It's very comfortable to get busy, but it's tiring. She was really a little envious in her heart. It's a pity that I can't learn.

Jia Lian laughed and pointed to it, "That's not it." I don't want to see our brothers today. Hey, you don't understand, or let's talk about our own business? I asked you to change your position, and you wouldn't. ”

Not long ago, he called the old lady to give a few words, urging him and Sister Feng to have a son. This is his current big deal. There are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is great.

Wang Xifengfeng glared at Jia Lian, put down the chopsticks snapped, and took a sip angrily, "The beauty you want, go find those bastard women of yours." ”

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Jiafu East Road.

Jia Yu is approaching his confidant. Now, he can't send his son Jia Lian to Ping'an Prefecture anymore. The goal is too big. can only secretly send henchmen to keep an eye on his business.

The guest said: "Don't worry, big lord, the little one who went to Ping'an Prefecture this time to sell tea, silk, medicinal herbs, iron and other things, will definitely earn back a few thousand taels of silver for the big lord." ”

Jia Yu smiled, "Hmm." ”

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The daily life in Jiafu is like countless threads stretching out, and no one has yet realized that a huge storm is just around the corner. Moreover, it is related to the survival, glory and wealth of Jiafu. However, Jia Huan did not intend to explain this matter in the mansion.

If the king is not secret, he will lose his minister, if he is not secret, he will lose his body, and if he is not secret, he will be harmed. It is a gentleman's prudence and not out!

The prince made an appointment with Jia Huan for dinner in the evening. Jia Huan arrived at Yongfang, Qiuye Hutong, and Wangfu at six o'clock in the evening.

In the small hall, there is also Bowling Hou Shi Nai. Shi Xiangyun's uncle. The beautiful maids served the food and drink, and then withdrew.

Wang Ziteng introduced the situation, "Your Uncle Shi will be promoted to the fourth political envoy of Chuan Zuobu in the near future. Compared with Jia Yu, when his brother-in-law Jia Zheng is out, he regards Jia Huan more as the representative of the Jia family. As for the Xue family, Xue Pan is not allowed to be on the table.

Shi Nai raised his glass with a smile and said, "It's all up to Brother An Shi's recommendation." I was able to get this job. ”

"Congratulations Uncle Shi!" Jia Huan and Shi Nai had seen each other, and at this time, seeing Shi Naizhi was complacent, he congratulated him with two sentences.

At this time, the boundaries between civil and military are slowly differentiated, but they are not so obvious. The general and the phase are still respected by the people of the time. The political envoy of a province and the official of the feudal territory, Shi Nai, as a marquis and a martial artist, can also be appointed.

It is clear that after the purge of dozens of elite officials in the civilian clique, Scholar He declined, while Scholar Xie regained the authority of the Minister of Military Aircraft. Wang Ziteng is the confidant of Scholar Xie. It is not uncommon to be able to help the historian run a provincial official.

After the meal, Wang Ziteng invited Jia Huan to the study to talk. Shi Nai relied on the prince to gain office, and no, he had no right to speak in the four major families, so he left and left.

In the study, the lights are bright and the furnishings are exquisite. A young, beautiful, graceful concubine came in and served tea. The fragrance of tea is lingering.

Wang Ziteng sat on the chair in the middle, blew a breath, sipped the tea, then put down the tea bowl and admonished: "Ziyu, I kept you to tell you something." Your Jia Mansion and the Zhen family are friends for a hundred years. But the Zhen family's affairs, don't get involved! The current limelight is very wrong. ”

Jia Huan amusedly put the Ruyao tea bowl in his hand on the sandalwood coffee table at hand. Classmate, I'm worried about you! He had already made a cut with the Zhen family, and it was impossible for him to get involved with the Zhen family. Rather, Wang Ziteng. Jia Huan was skeptical.

In the current situation, whoever gets involved with the Zhen family will have to die. Can't live. However, in the original book of the Red Mansion, Wang Ziteng and Jia Yuanchun were all involved in political struggles, was it just because of the princess of the Zhen family? I'm afraid there are still benefits, right?

Jia Huan was worried that the prince would make a wrong bet and stand on the wrong line. Uncle Wang is a political animal.

Jia Huan said: "Uncle, I know. A few days ago, the Zhen family sent two boxes to the house, but I confiscated them. Let them take it back. The Son of Heaven raided the prince's Yue's Zhen family, such a momentum, who inside and outside the Manchu Dynasty can't understand it? ”

Jia Huan's words are actually reminding Wang Ziteng. Don't be blinded by profit. The prince was involved in the matter of private salt, he could talk to Jia Yuanchun, but he couldn't tell Prince Tengming. What if the prince sold him after changing hands?

Jia Huan and Sha Sheng knew that the Zhen family was trafficking illicit salt and had something to do with the prince, but they did not report it to the Son of Heaven. This is the capital sin of deception!

Therefore, Jia Huan will not bet on Wang Ziteng's character. In this huge political storm that is fermenting, Jia Fu is still a bystander.

Wang Ziteng nodded, "Hmm." You're doing a good job. However, Ziyu, things are not that simple. ”

Will the prince sit still and wait to die?