After the Dragon Boat Festival, the capital is getting hotter and hotter. In the streets of Yongfang, Hua Zifang fanned the wind with a copy of the Beijing Daily under the willow tree. His sister-in-law works on an errand in Jiafu, so of course he has to support the newspapers in Jiafu.

Hua Zifang looked at the side door of the Wenhua Hall Scholar Huamo Mansion that almost blocked the road, and was amazed, envious, and in awe, "This is the power of the scholar." "The scenery in the mansion is beyond the reach of a small person of his level!

Hua Zifang was waiting for a few guys to come out of Washington to send melons, fruits and vegetables. The Hua family couldn't even afford to eat, so they sold the attackers to Jiafu. In the thirteenth year of Yongzhi, the family situation slowly improved. He was doing some fruit and vegetable business outside the city.

Jia Huan was very satisfied with the raider's dedication to serving Daiyu in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and the reward that fell on the raider was not just a promise to her, a dowry, etc. also instructed Jia Yun to take care of Hua Zifang. Jia Yun is in charge of the shops of Jiafu Gongzhong in Beijing. The people who befriended were the stewards of the houses of the magnates.

To put it simply, Hua Zifang's business has been incorporated into the supply chain system of Jiafu. In recent years, it has slowly become bigger, and at the same time, it has also provided fruits and vegetables for some powerful people. There is a profit of four or five hundred taels of silver a year.

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May 12 is the rest time of the imperial court. In Washington, Hua Mo is meeting guests in the mansion. As the foreman of the Minister of Military Aircraft and the ruling bachelor, he receives countless greetings every day.

In the elegant small hall, Hua Mo asked the old servant to bring well water to wash his face, and the nearly sixty-year-old man, after a long time of seeing guests, was somewhat tired, and asked the eldest son, "Lord Jing, who else needs me to see in person?" ”

Hua Mo's eldest son pondered and said, "Father, Hanlin editor Zhou Shenxing brought the post to visit. Said that he had something important to see. Why don't I meet him? ”

The prime minister's door is a seven-rank official. Not to mention the prime minister's son? Hanlin editing happens to be the seventh grade. The reason why Hua Dingzhi attaches so much importance to Zhou Shenxing is that Zhou Hanlin is recognized as the king of Chu in the court. And the king of Chu has a great hope of becoming a prince.

The Yongzhi Emperor and the Empress have three sons-in-law. The former crown prince is dead. And the king of Jin was reprimanded by the Son of Heaven because of his excessive power, cut his power, and did not like it. Then, the only choice left is the eighth son of the emperor, King Chu. As for Prince Yang, he is too young.

Han Lin in the family of the King of Chu said that he had something important to see, could he not pay attention to it?

Hua Mo pondered for a while and said, "I'll meet him!" ”

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Zhou Shenxing followed the people from Washington, through the hall, to a gorgeous small hall. The small hall is not big and elegantly furnished. The windows are inlaid with glass, and the windows are bright and bright. Because of the ice cubes, it feels very cool when you come in.

Zhou Shenxing saluted Hua Mo, who was sitting on the bamboo chair, and said, "Xia Guan has seen Hua Xiang. ”

Hua Mo is 59 years old, an old man, dressed in a brocade robe and civilian clothes, sitting in a chair drinking tea, putting the official kiln tea bowl in his hand on the table at hand, looking at Zhou Shenxing, and saying, "You came to see the old man, what's the matter?" ”

Zhou Shenxing's teacher is Liu Feibai, a former university scholar. It's Changzhou again. It has nothing to do with him. And officialdom rumors say that this person has a cunning temperament and is a villain. He didn't like it. Hua University Scholar is in power, and currently relies on the trust of the Son of Heaven, the Red People's Party, and part of his team in the Criminal Department and Han University.

Zhou Shenxing bent down and said, "Xia Guan is willing to take charge of Pravda for Huaxiang." ”

Hua Mo smiled, drank tea, and looked at the young Hanlin in front of him with interest, Zhou Shenxing is only 23 years old this year, and he really deserves the word "young". That's a very interesting thing to say.

Zhou Shenxing waited for a while, and when he saw that the scholar did not express his position, he said again: "Xiaguan is from Changzhou. And Bingchenke's Peng Wei and Li Kuanju are from Suzhou. "Point to point. He believed that the Huada scholar understood.

Hua Mo looked at Zhou Shenxing, and after a long time, he smiled slightly, "Okay." The old man will look at the performance of the jade rope in the future. ”

The promotion route of Hanlin Cichen is basically fixed. And since the editor-in-chief of Pravda was valued by the imperial court, this position has become one of the promoted positions of the ministers. If Fang Wang was still in the capital and the position of editor-in-chief of Pravda, the Son of Heaven would definitely listen to Fang Fengjiu's opinion. But now, Fang Wangxi has left Beijing.

And in his hands, there is no suitable Hanlin protégé to hold this position. He's been thinking about it lately. Originally, it was to consider letting Xiao Pi of the Hanlin Academy recommend a candidate. I don't want Zhou Shenxing to take the initiative to send it to the door.

He decided to use a cautious line.

From the perspective of the superiors, it is impossible for all of them to be upright and gentlemen in a political team, and they still need the existence of villains.

Zhou Shenxing was stunned for a moment, and then ecstatic. I didn't expect Jia Huan's suggestion to be so accurate. Sure enough, he is a man of wisdom. The voice could not hide the excitement, and then bent down and saluted, "Xia Guan will definitely not disappoint Hua Xiang." ”

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After the Mantingfang incident, Jia Huan learned that Li Kuan, the editor of Hanlin who was in conflict with the big-faced treasure, had a talk with Zhou Shenxing. He and Zhou Shenxing were the same year, former colleagues. It's normal to meet and talk.

Jia Huan's purpose is to bury a thorn in the Chu Wang Party. With Zhou Shenxing's character, he is motivated by all his minds, and what he talks about taking the overall situation into account is a joke.

When Zhou Shenxing visited Huamo, Jia Huan's boat had already passed through Yangzhou, left the canal, and traveled along the Yangtze River, and was about to arrive in Jinling in the early morning of tomorrow.

In the middle of the night, the river breeze is blowing. Jia Huan stood on the deck, looking into the distance. The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon swells and the rivers flow.

The chief followed Qian Huai and sent a thick dress out of the cabin, and said, "Third master, it's cold at night, you can wear it." The third master left in a very hurry, so he took him and Hu Xiaosi, and a few guards, and set off from the capital.

Jia Huan nodded and put on his clothes, "You guys go and rest first." I'm alone. ”

Qian Huai responded and left. Silence on deck. All that remains is the sound of the river blowing the sails and the river flowing eastward. Jia Huan stood at the bow of the boat, full of thoughts.

In fact, he had planned to come to Jinling to pick up Weiwei after the matter of the silver coins was dealt with. It's just that when you leave Beijing, you need to arrange all the trivial things. However, Wei Wei's apprentice Shi Yuhua's tunes aroused the thoughts in his heart, and it was difficult to suppress them. Trivia or something, he didn't bother to care about it, said to Sister Bao, and went straight out of Beijing to the south.

I don't know, what is Weiwei doing in Jinling at this time?

There are faint clouds in the sky,

There was a breeze blowing on the ground.

The breeze ruffled my hair,

Teach me how not to want her?

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Moonlight is in love with the ocean,

The ocean is in love with the moonlight.

It's a honey-like silver night.

Teach me how not to want her?

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Falling flowers on the surface of the water flow slowly,

Fish swim slowly underwater.

Swallow, what do you say?

Teach me how not to want her?

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Jinling.

When the morning glow soaked in the sky, this giant city in the south of the Yangtze River has awakened from the slumber of the night. Lively and bustling scenes appear on the docks, city gates, streets, food stalls and other places.

Jiangnan is prosperous, and the people are rich. There are very few people who cook in the morning. Most of the ordinary people settle in the stalls at the corner of the street, or in the early shops, teahouses, and restaurants.

On the side of the Wuding Bridge, several cooking smoke curled into the sky. The names of the cicadas in the early morning chirp non-stop in the jujube trees in the courtyard. On He'an Street, in Lin Qianwei's residence, there were a few unstoppable coughs from time to time.

Lin Qianwei's two big girls, Yun Yao and Qing'er, wept silently in the warm pavilion. The girl has been sick for more than half a month. I watched as I lost weight. I asked someone to ask the best doctor in the city, Imperial Doctor Wu, to come and see him. Imperial Doctor Wu said that it was due to heart disease.

In the room, Xiaomengge's mother Jin sat in front of the well-made and exquisite stepping bed, sighing and wiping her tears, "Daughter with a hard life." I told you earlier that men can't be trusted. You don't listen to me. How about now?

Think about it, what has he done for you? Surely you have all the money you ransom for yourself? What kind of person am you, Mom? If you want to leave, will I force you to stay? I've just written you a few poems. Can it be eaten as a meal?

What did you do to him? Not to mention losing his innocence, still thinking and thinking about him like this? You don't know what's going on, what about him, maybe he's happy in the capital. You have seen everything in the newspaper: Jia Tanhua spent 30,000 taels of silver to take a concubine. ”

Lin Qianwei was lying on her back on the pillow, with green silk scattered at random. Her face was pale, making her no longer as beautiful as she used to be. In the height of summer, his body is covered with a thin quilt. When people see her, they can feel that she is sick and uncomfortable.

"Ahem..."Lin Qianwei coughed lightly, smiled reluctantly, and said, "Mother Jin, where am I going to die?" There is still more than a year to go, and it is only five years to go. I'm going to have to wait until then.

I was uncomfortable. Mom Kim, you said something interesting to make me happy. ”

Mother Jin is used to seeing all kinds of scenes in the party, and at this time, she can't help but want to cry, cover her mouth, and can't speak. A woman who is at the age of a flower has such a good appearance, talent, and temperament. was tortured by illness and withered like this, how could she not be sad and uncomfortable. Lin Qianwei was brought out by her.

Mother Kim was speechless. Lin Qianwei's beautiful eyes have long been as bright and bright as the stars of the past, her eyelashes flashed gloomily, and she sang softly: "The sky and the south and the north are double flyers, and the old wings have been cold and hot a few times." Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. You should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to? ”

It's just that she has been sick for a long time, her qi is insufficient, her singing is intermittent, and she is very weak. There is no way she came in a flat boat back then, singing through the Yangtze River, and overpowering the demeanor of famous prostitutes in the city. However, the song is the voice of the heart. In the tactful and low place, the true feelings are revealed, making the listener cry.

Mother Jin turned around, and she couldn't help but shed tears when she was used to seeing the world.

In the warm pavilion, the two big maids, Yun Yao and Qing'er, listened to it, lowered their heads and cried, "Girl..."

The layout of Lin Qianwei's bedroom, the warm pavilion where the maids are located is on the left side, and the warm pavilion is transparent from east to west, and each has its own door in and out. Standing at the door, you can see at a glance that in the middle of the room, there is a bed with a beautiful mosquito net in pink.

Jia Huan stood at the door of Lin Qianwei's bedroom, a little choked in his throat, stretched out his hand, and knocked lightly on the door, "Knock, knock." The sound attracted everyone's attention and broke the mournful atmosphere in the room.

Mother Jin and Lin Qianwei looked over with a look of disbelief. Jia Huan, who is thousands of miles away in the capital, how could he stand at the door like this?

Yun Yao and Qing'er who came out of the warm pavilion said, "Who? When he saw Jia Huan, his voice swallowed in his throat. I couldn't speak for a long time.

Jia Huan smiled very hard and said, "Weiwei..." He went to Jinling early in the morning, entered the city, and went straight to Xiaomeng Pavilion, where he was told that Wei Wei had moved back to Wuding Bridge.

All the way to the courtyard, he didn't let the servant woman report it, and walked in by himself. Then, at the door, I listened to Vivi sing a tune. With his strong will, seeing this scene and listening to this song, he also wanted to cry. How did he think that Vivi was actually sick?

"Ah......h

Yun Yao and Qing'er, two seventeen or eighteen-year-old maids, let out screams of surprise regardless of the image of the lady. It's harsh, but it's full of joy. "Mr. Jia, are you back? You're back? ”

This scream will also shock Jia Huan's appearance of Mother Jin and Lin Qianwei's stabbing awakeness. Mother Jin hurriedly got up and saluted Jia Huan, "Mr. Jia! ”

Lin Qianwei struggled to stretch out her hand, she felt like she was in a dream, and wanted to touch Jia Huan, is this true? Why, how did he show up here? Tears flowed like that. Then, I remembered her situation at this time, her appearance. It's ugly for sure. Busy said: "You..., Jia Lang, you go out first." Yun Yao, Qing'er, help me up and freshen up. ”

Whether it's real, fake, real or in a dream, she doesn't want her ugly scene to be seen by Jia Huan.

Jia Huan wanted to laugh, but he probably laughed bitterly. Where would he listen to Lin Qianwei's words, he was already sick, and if he made trouble like this, it was estimated that his condition would be aggravated. waved his hand to Mother Jin, walked to the bed, stopped Lin Qianwei, who was struggling to get up and make up, and held her in his arms, "Weiwei, it's me..."

Feeling Jia Huan's warm embrace, so real, not illusory, Lin Qianwei couldn't help crying. The thoughts and emotions of the past four years have leaked out like a flood. Make it difficult for her to herself again. A mixture of joy, sentimentality, surprise, and bitterness. It came like a tidal wave and drowned her.

In the winter of the twelfth year of Yongzhi, Jia Huan returned to Beijing with Daiyu. In the sixteenth summer of Yongzhi, after four years, this is the second time the two have met!

Jia Huan's tears didn't hold back, they flowed down happily, and shouted softly and quietly: "Weiwei..."

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