The palace test has passed, Jia Huan has been in the middle of the flower, and he is about to enter the official career and become a noble Hanyuan minister. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Jia Huan, a Hanlin revision (from the sixth grade), is not comparable to Jia Yu, an empty hereditary first-class general (Zheng Yipin). It's not comparable to Jia Zheng's right senator (Zheng Wupin). Cichen is so noble.

With Jia Huan's current status in Jia's mansion, Jia's mother and Mrs. Wang spoke to him kindly, and no matter what they thought in their hearts, at least on the surface, they were very harmonious.

Therefore, the news that Jia Huan and Xue Baochai's marriage was scheduled for June 28, more than two months later, soon spread throughout Jiafu. Then, it was passed on to the four major families, the protégés of Jiafu, the old ones, and the world's friends. But everyone who hears the news will congratulate a few words.

Even when Xue Pan heard the news when he went back to Lixiangyuan for dinner in the evening, he did not sneer, scold, or go crazy, but was silent for a while.

It's not that he wants to be soft on Jia Huan, but because he wants to marry his sister. Of course, Xue Bawang was still very afraid of Jia Huan in his heart, and refused to accept Jia Huan. However, can he say that his sister's family business is not good? He still has this conscience, and he won't mess with Sister Huang's good deeds.

What kind of future and status Jia Huan is now, people with a little common sense know it. This has transcended the boundaries of the distinction between the two and the other.

Xue Pan ate and said to his mother and sister, "Mom, sister, sit down." I went back to the house. So saying, he lifted his feet and went back to sleep. He was still sad that Jia Huan had robbed Xiangling.

In the main hall of the Ihyang-in Temple, the candlelight is bright, and the tables, chairs, paintings, couplets, tables, bells and other furnishings are elegant. On an early summer night, there is a gentle breeze and the croaking of frogs is heard.

Aunt Xue, who was sitting on a chair eating tea, said angrily: "This evil obstacle, you are very happy, and he doesn't know how to congratulate him." Although the tone is blamed, it is difficult to hide the pampering. Xue Pan lost his father since he was a child, and he was educated to become today's arrogant, arrogant, and shameless overlord, and Aunt Xue's favor was a very important factor.

If you want to say that Aunt Xue's mood at this time is about the same as that of her sister (Mrs. Wang): the situation is stronger than people, and she has to bow her head!

Mother Jia may really have a talent for the younger generations of Jiafu, and she is a little sincerely happy. Mrs. Wang said in her heart: the better Jia Huan is, the more suspicious, suspicious and careful she is. You must know that Jia Huan vaguely warned Mrs. Wang: He took Caixia away from Mrs. Wang. As long as Baoyu is not involved, Mrs. Wang will not "make trouble" with Jia Huan now. It is impossible for a person with an IQ to not learn a lesson after being slapped in the face several times.

As for Aunt Xue, she doesn't like Jia Huan's heavy hand on her son, but what can she do? Now she is going to become her son-in-law. Her sister can't hold it down even if it's her mother-in-law, but can her mother-in-law hold it down?

She didn't have anything else in mind. Prepare to readjust the relationship with Jia Huan. She may not have begged her uncle in the future.

Xue Baochai was wearing a pink and white shirt, combing a girl's high bun, wearing a golden hairpin and a phoenix hairpin, and she was elegant and beautiful. The skin is snow-white, the body is plump, under the illumination of the bright candle, like a goddess,

Baochai said thoughtfully: "Mom, my brother has always been like this, if you want to play a play, don't scold him." ”

Aunt Xue sighed: "My son, you are still intimate." It's not you, how much I'm going to worry about it over the years. He added: "Since the wedding date between you and Brother Huan has been set, can the needlework be done?" ”

In ancient times, when women got married, they needed to sew their own wedding dresses. There are also mothers and maids who help make them. Aunt Xue was afraid that her daughter's needlework would not be finished, so she asked.

Daiyu doesn't take a needle and thread all year round, only a pen. She has to do a purse for half a year. Baochai is certainly better, but she also has to read, write, and help Aunt Xue with housework, and the time for needlework and needlework in the store outside is less than that of other girls.

Even when her mother asked, Baochai still blushed slightly, lowered her head shyly, and said softly: "Mom, it's almost sewn." ”

Aunt Xue was stunned for a moment, and then understood her daughter's thoughts. Sigh and laugh at the same time. I finally accepted the fact that her daughter had grown up and was going to get married.

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Baochai said a few words to Aunt Xue with a shy expression, and then said goodbye and returned to his room. Ying'er and Xiangling followed in. Ying'er stood and talked to Baochai, and said with a smile: "Girl, I still talked to the maids in the house about the third master receiving the hydrangea." It is said that the third master is sincere to the girl. ”

On that day, the official parade was on the street, and the new champion received several hydrangeas. Many women threw hydrangeas from the second floor on the street and smashed the third master, but the third master didn't answer any of them.

In this era, if you dare to take the hydrangea and tokens of other girls, and don't come to the door to propose marriage, do you believe that other girls die to show you? Jia Huan was hit several times that day, and there were a few little ladies who were beautiful and delicious, but he didn't catch the hydrangea.

Baochai's fair-skinned and beautiful face floated with a bright red glow, and she said angrily: "You talk a lot, why don't you pour tea to eat?" ”

Is Brother Huan sincere to her, can she not know in her heart?

Ying'er smiled and went to pour tea. Xiangling wanted to laugh a little when she saw it. Baochai instructed: "Xiangling, go and take out my wedding dress, I still have a stitch that I haven't sewn." ”

Baochai's things, Xiangling knew as her maid, turned around and went to the big cabinet in the corner, took out the new, bright red makeup, and put it on the square table covered with a soft tablecloth. Looking at this bright red, she was happy for the girl in her family.

The third master is very good and capable. The girl is also superb. After getting married, it will definitely be harmonious.

Baochai said that he was going to do needlework, but in fact, he did not immediately take the wrench and needle, but stood in front of the table, and his reverie was flying. Her wedding date with Brother Huan is set.

In fact, since the day of the engagement, she has been preparing the wedding dress for the newlywed. She believes that even if Brother Huan goes to Jiangnan, he will definitely return to the capital to marry her as promised. The title of the gold list is when the marriage contract is fulfilled.

He wrote "Pujia" to her: Pujia is pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yi people, on the water side, follow it, and the road is long and obstructive. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water.

However, she didn't want to be the Yiren in the middle of the water, but just wanted to be a silos attached to the tree.

Before he went to Jiangnan, he told her: Sister Bao, there will be no change in our marriage. Wait for me!.

How could she be reassured? The king is regarded as a rock, and the concubine is regarded as a pampas reed. The reeds are like silk, and the rock has no transfer.

How did she forget, the first time they met, at dusk? How did she forget, Sister Bao, who was screaming, lost her adoring eyes when she saw her? How did she forget, from Jiangnan: when was the bright moon, and Huai Baochai, how she felt when she heard it? The concubine dream does not leave the river, and the people say that Lang is in Phoenix Mountain.

How could she forget that vivid, the picture that was given to her as a gift for her fifteenth birthday, was imprinted in his mind, her figure.

How could she not be emotional? He cut the candles of the west window every day, and then talked about the bright moon today.

And today, the wedding date is set. The expectation and reverie of his married life, and his affection for him fill his heart at this moment.

Brother Huan, there are some things that I can't say, but I think about them in my heart.

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In Jiafuli, Lixiangyuan and Mochizuki are only a few steps away, dozens of meters away. One night and the moon, the two looked at each other.

On the morning of April 8, Jia Huan went to Aunt Zhao's courtyard to see Aunt Zhao. In terms of etiquette, his marriage was decided and handled by his mother-in-law, Mrs. Wang. But emotionally, he still has to go to Aunt Zhao to talk about it in person.