The first heavy snow of the sixteenth year of Yongzhi covered the capital. Entering the wax moon, the officials in the imperial court yamen began to be lazy. Wait for the Qin Tianjian to announce the seal as scheduled, and the holiday.

The sporadic battles in the northern Xinjiang and the sporadic rebellions in the small countries in the Western Regions were all covered up in the overwhelming polo reports in Beijing.

The territory of the dynasty is large and the Ming Dynasty is dominant. Several high-quality horse-producing areas are in hand, and there is no shortage of horses. Of course, horses are still worth a thousand gold! Jia Huan's vision of juju and football was not realized like English football, but was transformed into an aristocratic sport, and polo was popular in Beijing during the Sui and Tang dynasties.

The cold winter wax moon, the flavor of the New Year, can't be hidden, rushing in front of people's eyes!

The sixteenth year of Yongzhi, an extremely important year in the history of the Zhou Dynasty, is neither good nor bad for the people of the world. The price of rice rose slightly, 9 silver dollars a stone, and the general life went on. And labor can be replaced by silver dollars, so that everyone can work for others.

People who have no work to do will naturally not have enough to eat, will starve to death, and will freeze to death in the cold winds of winter. Being a soldier is also a way out, and the frontier is recruiting. Yes, everyone's life is generally passable! It's generally passable...

All small changes are slow, not noticed. The sharp class contradictions, lubricated by a whip law, have been alleviated, but they still exist and will continue to deepen, rushing towards the abyss of dynastic change for thousands of years. The giant ship of the Ning Zhou Dynasty, more than ten years after the efforts of the Emperor of Yongzhi, after the ruling minister of the military aircraft department was replaced, is heading to the deep water area with dense reefs!

Jiafu, the fragrance of Laba porridge seems to have begun to waft from the evening of the seventh day of the lunar month. In the inner study of Sanssouci Hall, Jia Huan wrote his plan by the desk.

"Knock, knock!"

There were several knocks at the door. Jia Huan looked up and saw Baochai wearing a dark brown cloak, followed by Ruyi and Xiangling. Shui Ling's apricot eyes were looking at him with a smile, and he was infinitely tired. He said softly: "Husband, are you still busy?" ”

Ruyi was holding a food box in her hand, a delicate girl, and said with a smile: "Third master, the old lady gave you laba porridge, and grandma brought it back." Or lukewarm, do you taste it? ”

A sound of "Laba porridge" reminded Jia Huan of the winter of the 7th year of Yongzhi, when he was hungry.

Jia Huan stood up and smiled apologetically, "Okay! Looking at Baochai, her bright face was filled with a gentle and understanding smile. Jia Huan's heart warmed, and he gently held her warm palm, "I bothered my sister." ”

In my mind, I was reminded of the situation on November 26, when the holy decree arrived in Jiafu and Sanssouci Hall.

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On the morning of the 26th, near noon, Baochai was in the main room of Sanssouci Hall, reading and writing. She went to all over Jiafu, sat down, and came back with all her courtesies.

At this time, Wen Xing, the maid who often followed Xiangling, ran in panting all the way, with a smile on her face, and said breathlessly: "Grandma, grandma, congratulations grandma." A word came in from outside, because of the meritorious service of the third master, the Son of Heaven canonized the grandmother as the fourth grade of respect! The holy decree is already in the hands of the third master. ”

Baochai is dressed in a goose-yellow dress, behind the desk, holding a pen in her hands, sitting upright and writing. Listening to the slight stunned, the words are on the ink ball. A good pair of words is written badly.

The so-called Mrs. Decree is not just a dress and a document, so simple. This symbolizes social status. You can participate in the ceremonies of the imperial court, and you can get the corresponding honors after death. At the same time, there are certain political privileges.

When Xue Baochai was 18 years old, she was awarded the title of four respects because of her husband. Soar in social status! This status will be reflected in her participation in the gathering of the relatives of the four major families and the gathering of the relatives of the four kings and eight princes!

It's an honor.

Her name will spread throughout the inner mansion of the powerful in the capital in a short period of time, and she will become the object of envy and imitation.

Baochai had a dignified temperament, and then recovered, smiled, elegant and bright, and said, "Look at your joy!" What is the matter of my word? What else does the Divine Decree say? "Jia Huan asked the Son of Heaven to give her a marriage, she knows it.

Wen Xingzheng and Baochai were talking about the situation outside, and Lin Qianwei, Su Shishi, and Lin Zhiyun, who got the news, came to the main room to congratulate Baochai, "Congratulations sister!" ”

When Jia Huan returned to Sanssouci Hall, the room was full of beauties, and his three concubines were there. Congratulations to Baochai. The pretty maids accompanied each other, and the atmosphere in the hall was joyful.

Looking at all this, Jia Huan's heart was full of mixed feelings. This is the glory he brings to Sister Bao. However, it was really difficult for him to blend in with the joyful atmosphere at this time. Because, sooner or later, he will bring Sister Bao a document from Mrs. Yipin. Do you really think that "never hired" can hold him down? There is no way for a dead man to crawl out of a coffin.

He was happy for Sister Bao, but at the same time, he also felt sad, frustrated, and sad in his heart. Because, that's not what he's trying to achieve. What he wants is: to marry Sister Lin.

It can be said bluntly that it is about the planning of the Holy Birthday Festival. He failed! Yongzhi Tianzi was brushed up, but he didn't do anything. It's a bad rule, but he can't help it.

Jia Huan came in, and the warblers and swallows saluted Jia Huan in unison. Jia Huan smiled reluctantly, chatted with his wives and concubines, and went to the bedroom with Baochai to talk alone. Outside the window, the winter day is soft.

Bao Chai wears an aqua blue cardigan with a skirt. A green silk is coiled up, wearing a golden hairpin and shaking. Round face and almond eyes, ice skin and snow skin. The apricot eyes are moist, clear, with a cheerful glow. Shine! It's so bright!

Jia Huan sighed softly, "Sister, I'm sorry." I..."I'm really sorry for Sister Bao, his mood is actually a little bad. It's hard to share her joy at this time.

Baochai's beautiful apricot eyes looked at her husband and said empathetically: "Husband, I know, it doesn't matter!" The decree does not mention your marriage to Young. You go and look at Feng'er, she doesn't know how sad she is now. ”

Baochai took half a step closer to Jia Huan, with gentleness in his bright eyes. Cherish the beauty of the day and close the door. Sister Bao is a dignified and cold beauty. Although she and Jia Huan have been married for three years. However, he still couldn't take the initiative to caress his face. Although she wanted to at this time.

She's not a jealous woman. At this time, she could also feel Jia Huan's inner pain and entanglement. This kind of entanglement made him more real, and made her feel the affection for her in her heart. If Jia Huan smiled and groaned in front of her, and then went to Feng'er with a bitter face. Is such a two-faced man her husband?

She wanted to comfort him. She knows, it doesn't matter. In her heart, she is not without waves. No woman wants to share her husband with someone else. However, she has no intention of going to the vinegar sea!

Jia Huan was close at hand, like Baochai, who was interpreting the flowers, hugged her into his arms, smelled her fragrance, and was silent for a while before saying: "Sister, I ask the Son of Heaven to give me a marriage, and I will never betray the covenant between you and me." Instead, my marriage with Hao'er will inevitably suffer from all kinds of pressure and criticism. Asking the Son of Heaven to marry can relieve her of pressure. I don't want her to marry me with all kinds of eyes and discussions. ”

The problem of this bureau is not the status of Sister Bao and Sister Lin in his family. In his heart, the two of them were equal in weight. Sister Lin won't fight for these things. The problem is worldly discourse.

People are as fierce as tigers! Public opinion kills!

Baochai was in Jia Huan's arms and nodded slightly, "Hmm." ”

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In the study of Sanssouci Hall, Baochai smiled slightly shyly, she was not used to being intimate with Jia Huan in front of people. The maids are here. Baochai personally took out the laba porridge made of the highest standard in Jiafu from the food box.

Laba porridge is still warm. The aroma is overflowing.

Jia Huan took the white porcelain spoon and ate Laba porridge, and divided half a bowl of gluttonous Ruyi. Inside, the windows shield the snow from the cold. It was warm.

Xiangling's temperament is gentle and quiet, wearing a cyan long dress, looking at Ruyi who eats sweetly, and smiling gently.

Baochai packed up the food box and asked, "What is the husband planning?" She is sick, and we'll go see her later. ”

Jia Huan nodded, "Hmm." His eyes flashed faintly, and he said, "Sister, I'm writing Yan Wang's teaching plan." ”

For the entire succession game, he listed various plans in his study. The most ideal thing is that after King Jin ascends the throne, he will not dare to trouble him. The last way is that he will proclaim his student Yan Wang Ning Xi to the throne of God.

However, how difficult is it for a prince who is born to have three concubines in the Son of Heaven to ascend to the throne? Moreover, there were several adult princes in front of Ning Xi who were older than him. So, that's the last resort. Jia Huan is not a masochist, to play a game, you have to play hell difficulty, and you will be happy.

However, at this point, he felt that it was necessary for him to refine the last plan that he had planned, which was not a high priority, and raise the priority by a few times!

The future has two sleeves of golden tears, and the public case has three lives and white bone Zen! It wasn't what he wanted. Don't count on how much reverence he has for imperial power! The chairman once said: Ask the vast earth, who is the lord of ups and downs?

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Snowflakes are flying, and heavy snow is pressing down on the green pines.

All the way from the North Garden to the Grand View Garden, bypass the powder wall in front of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and walk from the stone road under the steps to the three houses.

The atmosphere of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion is like a set of beautiful music, but it is at the lowest ebb of the whole paragraph. Daiyu is slightly ill and is recuperating. On the 26th, she cried sadly, and then occasionally felt the epidemic and has been recuperating since then.

Zijuan opened the curtain, looked at Jia Huan, and stopped talking. Jia Huan and Baochai came in with Xiangling and Ruyi.

Daiyu was wearing a blue and white light shirt, delicate and weak. The eyebrows are pointed like frowns, and the face is delicate and slightly haggard. He was being supported by the attacker, walking around the room and exercising. Seeing Jia Huan, Baochai, and Xiangling coming in, he said clearly: "Brother Huan, Sister Bao, you are here." At one time, he instructed the maids to pour tea.

After asking about Daiyu's condition and chatting for a while, Baochai said: "Attack, I heard Sister Yun say that your needlework is very good, and it just so happens that you are here today, let me take a look." "Take the maids outside to talk and eat tea, leaving the space for Jia Huan and Daiyu.

Daiyu and Jia Huan, standing in front of the window, looking at the goose-feathered university, falling on the pear trees and banana leaves in the backyard.

Daiyu said weakly: "Brother Huan..., don't worry, I'll be fine in a few days." "Jia Huan often comes to see her these days. Food, clothing, housing and transportation, meticulous to the extreme. It's like going back to Jinling again. She knew his worries. It's just that I can't help the sadness and misery in my heart. I thought that the marriage had been decided, and I didn't want the will of the Son of Heaven, but I didn't mention it.

Jia Huan shook his head slightly and said, "Sister, do you remember what I said to you that day?" I have written to Mr. Fang. After the marriage of the second sister and the fourth sister next year, we will leave for Jiangnan. ”

On that day, he came to see Daiyu and said, "Sister, no matter what the difficulties, even if you are extremely poor for nine days, the netherworld, and the heavens and the earth, I will marry you home." ”

Asking the Son of Yongzhi for marriage, this road will not work. As for the ascension of King Yan to the throne, there are still many variables here. Sister Lin is 15 years old. He couldn't afford to wait. He wanted to ask Grandmaster Fang to support and preside over this wedding.

But with Grandmaster Fang's status as a grandmaster in the literary world, there are opposing voices in the world, and he must be ready to fight a war of public opinion. Don't ask for persuasion, as long as Shilin doesn't criticize him and Sister Lin's marriage. Instead, look at it as an anecdote.

Daiyu nodded, "Hmm." She didn't know what her future would hold, but she was willing to believe in Jia Huan.

Jia Huan lightly held Daiyu's hand, looked at her autumn-like bright eyes, and nodded vigorously.

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The snow fell and melted, and Layue soon walked to the end, and Daiyu's condition was cured. The gray tone is gradually fading in time. The Spring Festival has arrived.