Coming out of the warm flower hall, the twists and turns of the Chinese New Year's Eve wine banquet ended. Jia Huan let out a long breath in his heart.

He never thought that the first time he attracted everyone's attention in Jiafu was because of a "mistake" in copying poems.

Who would have thought that there would be no Northern Song Dynasty and no Su Dongpo, so what kind of history is there in this world?

This is really unexpected, ridiculous!

The cold wind blows in the night. Jia Huan and Jia Lan walked side by side on the quiet road, and Su Yun walked in front with two food boxes and palace lanterns

Su Yun was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old maid, with a long body, about 160 tall, wearing a black cloak, and said with a smile: "Third Master, congratulations on winning the Ancestor's Lottery Title tonight. ”

Just now, Li Kun personally packed the dishes for Jia Huan and Jia Lan, which showed her kindness to Jia Huan, and of course she would obey the will of the housemother. After tonight, Jia Huan's status in Jiafu is probably going to rise.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Sister Suyun, thank you!" "Being in the limelight wasn't what he originally wanted. Fortunately, he remedied it in time. Jia's mother's sentence of "good boy" made him feel at ease. Otherwise, at the same time, I made a note in the hearts of Jia's mother, Mrs. Wang and others, and my life in Jiafu would be difficult in the future.

"You're welcome!" Su Yun covered her mouth and smiled, her voice crisp. The third master is really steady.

Jia Lan said enviously: "Third uncle, I can't compose such a good poem as you!" You're amazing. "If he can be as showy as the third uncle tonight, he will definitely make his mother happy.

Jia Huan patted Jia Huan's shoulder and comforted: "Brother Lan, when today's article is important, why do you need to talk about the Han and Tang Dynasties." Classics and articles are the thoroughfares that go straight to the top. ”

Jia Lan behaved like a little adult, but his thinking pattern was no different from Xiao Zhengtai. After listening to Jia Huan's words, he nodded convincingly.

After walking for more than 20 minutes, they arrived at Jia Huan's residence, and Jia Lan and Su Yun said goodbye and returned to Li Kun's courtyard.

Ruyi, who came out to greet him, helped Jia Huan carry the food box, followed behind Jia Huan, and asked curiously, "Third master, what is this?" ”

"The cream and puff pastry packed back at the banquet. Leave two for my mother. Divide the rest among yourselves. ”

Jia Huan said and walked to the back room. Behind him, there was the excited laughter of Ruyi and the little maids. Shaking his head with a smile, he sat down at his desk in a relaxed mood, thinking about the impact of his limelight tonight.

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The Chinese New Year's Eve banquet in the Jiafu Flower Hall did not last until late. Jia's mother is old and mentally weak. And Jia Baoyu, Daiyu and others are still young, and they are the age of greed.

Mrs. Wang, Wang Xifeng, Ping'er, Li Kun and others and the maids and mothers-in-law dispersed.

Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu lived in the outer room of the blue yarn cupboard in Jia's mother's upper room, and lived in the same room, and returned to the room together accompanied by the attacker and Zijuan.

Between the maids calling for the washing water, Jia Baoyu looked at Daiyu's beautiful and flawless face, frowned and asked, "Sister, what do you think of Brother Huan'er's poem today?" ”

Lin Daiyu sat on the soft pier and said softly: "It's excellent." ”

Jia Baoyu nodded in agreement and said, "Then we'll ask him tomorrow how he came up with this poem!" He also had to look up at Jia Huan now.

Lin Daiyu covered her mouth and chuckled, with a pleasant style, "Uncle just let him study behind closed doors in the first month, you came to the door in a hurry, if someone tells your uncle, you have to eat the head." ”

"Yikes!" Jia Baoyu suddenly touched his head.

Lin Daiyu said: "After the first month, let's go and ask together." There is no hurry at this time. ”

"My sister said yes." Jia Baoyu said with a smile. He is naturally based on Sister Lin's opinion.

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After arranging for the maids and mothers-in-law to remove the wine banquet in the flower hall, Wang Xifeng took a few personal maids and servants to Mrs. Wang's East Courtyard.

The guard at the door was Caixia, and when she saw Wang Xifeng asking, she said, "Hui Er-Grandma, the master is in Aunt Zhao's house tonight." My wife hasn't rested yet. ”

Wang Xifeng entered the house with a smile. The maids and servants were waiting outside the door.

The night light was bright, and Mrs. Wang was still sitting on a chair in the room chanting Buddha, counting the sandalwood beads in her hand one by one. Seeing Wang Xifeng coming in, he nodded lightly.

Wang Xifeng chuckled and said, "Brother Huan'er, who has no ambition, is only a little older, and he knows how to ask for a maid in the house." ”

Mrs. Wang smiled, her eyebrows kind, "Isn't this good?" There is also such a practice in the house. ”

Wang Xifeng's attitude towards Mrs. Wang is counted. Jia Huan is not worried. The wife didn't take him to heart.

Thinking about it, Wang Xifeng took the initiative to say: "I asked the mandarin duck's tone, and I will assign a slightly better second-class maid to him." ”

Madame Wang nodded indispensably.

After a few jokes, Wang Xifeng said goodbye and left. Back at the residence, Jia Lian has not returned. The maid reported that he was in the East Mansion Gaole.

Wang Xifeng sat on the kang tiredly, stretched out his hand to untie his clothes, and spat dissatisfiedly, "Phew, something without a face." On Chinese New Year's Eve, I also went to Dongfu to drink Gaole. God knows what the trick is? ”

Ping'er brought hot water to Wang Xifeng to wash her face, handed a towel to Sister Feng, and asked, "Grandma, where is Brother Huan'er's disposal strategy?" ”

Wang Xifeng picked up a towel and put it on his face. She reacted slower than Mrs. Wang in the flower hall just now, and she was still chasing and beating after Jia Huan said her request, she should have thought: How good can Jia Huan, who knows how much he wants a woman at a young age?

"Heh, the second master said that he was famous, but I don't know if the poem can be famous! Now the old lady rewarded him. I'm not going to join in the fun. Business as usual. Put enough of the monthly money in his and Aunt Zhao's house. ”

At this time, Wang Xifeng had already deducted and delayed the maid's monthly money in Jiafu as the principal of the Yinzi money. Vulnerable groups like Jia Huan and Aunt Zhao are naturally the priority targets.

Ping'er responded.

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In the first month, Jiafu is very lively. Even if Rongguo Mansion is only a family in the middle of the Zhou Dynasty, it is full of dignitaries and nobles during the New Year's Festival, and there is an endless stream of cars and horses.

Of course, this excitement has nothing to do with Jia Huan.

Two reasons. First, he is a concubine. Jia Zheng's envoy is carrying Baoyu, and he will basically call Baoyu to accompany the guests when he meets them. It's a networking resource. Second, Jia Huan is underage, and he doesn't need to do the work of welcoming guests.

On the first day of the first lunar month, Jia Huan and Jia Lan went around the Ningguo Mansion and Rongguo Mansion together according to the usual practice, and came back after paying New Year's greetings to the elders and collecting the New Year's money.

On the night of Jia Zheng's Chinese New Year's Eve, he ordered Jia Huan to study behind closed doors. Jia Huan will not be able to get out of the door of Jiafu in the entire New Year.

The tenth day of the first month. It's rare for the weather to be clear. The sun is shining. The heavy snow on the second day of junior high school has melted in the corners.

Jia Huan's residence is a three-room, half-old blue-tiled house. One is the living room, the other is the bedroom and study, and the other is the maids' residence.

Jia Huan was basking in the sun in the open space outside the living room, holding a copy of "A Brief History of the Twenty-Three" borrowed from Jia Lan's house and flipping through it. said that he studied behind closed doors, but in fact, he lived a very leisurely life. On Chinese New Year's Eve, he mistook the dynasty, and now he still thinks about it. Two days ago, I asked the maid to go to Jia Lan's house to borrow this book.

This is the effect of a good poem on Chinese New Year's Eve. Li Kun also passed on the word that if you want to read books in the future, you can borrow them.

Ruyi, dressed in a cyan flower jacket, sat aside and did needlework. A few little maids in the yard who didn't know who it was, and Xiao Jixiang and the two little maids in Jia Huan's house were jumping squares to play. Chirping, like happy birds.

Jia Huan is now bullish in Jiafu, and some little maids come to play, unlike the cold and deserted appearance before. As for Xiao Jixiang, he got a full amount of 500 monthly money yesterday, and he couldn't sleep excitedly, so he came over in the morning and wanted Jia Huan to come back with snacks next time he went out.

"Third master, what kind of sister do you think the ancestor will point to the house?"

Jia Huan looked at the history, Ruyi's timid voice came from his ears, and he looked at the little girl sitting on the low stool with a smile, "Ruyi, I'm helping you find a helper to carry water, don't listen to those people in the house chewing their tongues." ”

He also wanted to know what kind of maid Jia Mu would assign to come over. This is the "affordability" he got from being in the limelight on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Ruyi's worries, he can understand. Now Jia Fuli is saying that he wants to accept the people in the house. Ruyi is worried that it will be difficult for the big girl to get along with.

Ruyi held the needle and thread, giggling.

Jia Huan could hear her ridicule, and shook his head with a smile, "Little girl." He got up and went back to his bedroom, and sat at his desk in reverie. The little maids at the door were jumping around happily, which would affect his thoughts.

History went awry in the Five Dynasties. Chai Rong, the overlord of the Central Plains during the Five Dynasties period, did not die young, and fought in the south and the north to unify the country. Zhao Kuangyin, the usurper of the Northern Song Dynasty, was a good minister of the Later Zhou Dynasty from beginning to end.

Twenty years after the Later Zhou was destroyed by the Jurchen Jin State, Zhao Gou, the twenty-third grandson of the Duke of Song, usurped the throne in Lin'an, that is, the Song Dynasty. Because of the loss of the northern land, it only occupied the land of Jiangnan and Sichuan and Shu, and was called the Southern Song Dynasty. The Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Yuan. Ming Taizu expelled the Tartar slaves and restored the Han Dynasty.

And now the Zhou Dynasty, which inherited the Ming Dynasty, had the Western Zhou Dynasty, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and the Later Zhou Dynasty that ended the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, so it was called the Ning Zhou Dynasty, imitating the name of the Liu Song Dynasty when the Northern and Southern Dynasties were established. Officially called Huang Zhou.

Figuring out the historical latitude and longitude made Jia Huan feel emotional. It's a mess of history!

And there is no Northern Song Dynasty in history, and Su Shi did not mention it. God knows what it means that Jia Zheng's study is named "Mengpo Zhai"?

Jia Huan was thinking about it, when he saw Ruyi pick up the door curtain and walk in quickly, "Third master, the mandarin duck sister next to the old lady is here." He smiled again: "The sister who came to the house also came." With luggage. ”

"Oh." Jia Huan walked out from behind the desk and went to the living room, where he saw the big maid mandarin duck beside Jia's mother waiting in the living room with a few servants and maids. They helped with a few pieces of luggage.

Standing next to the mandarin duck was a teenage girl, wearing a blue and white teeth-pinching vest and gown, carrying a blue package: clear eyebrows, a marked face, and a slender waist like a thin willow. Full of beautiful embryos.