People in Jiafu: Jia Zheng, Jia Huan, Jia Baoyu, Jia Lian, Jia Lan, Jia Cong and others returned to Jinling at the end of August of the 17th year of Yongzhi, buried Jia's mother in the ancestral tomb of the Jia people, and was buried with Jia Daishan. The government is guarded.

Zhou Lu: Filial piety for parents (grandmothers) for three years, and filial piety for grandmothers and grandmothers for one year.

A light rain in spring, at the end of February, soaked Jinling. The smoke and rain on the Qinhuai River are miserable, and the singing resounded in the green building and the painting boat. sang the famous song in the recently famous "Peach Blossom Fan": I think I was by the Qinhuai River with Qing, looking at the flowers and the moon and fragrant...

The boat swims in the middle of the painting.

In the Mochou Lake Winning Chess Building, the cultural meetings were held one after another. The eighteenth year of Yongzhi's children's examination has just passed. The scribes chanted by the railings! In the school field in Stone Town in the west of the city, the Jinling Football League was held in the light rain, and the scene was hot, and it was difficult to find a ticket.

The water town in the south of the Yangtze River is comic in the spring rain. In the spring flood, the Yangtze River rises!

On Jiafu West Road, Rundefang, the light rain added a bit of spring sorrow in the evening. The bitter taste of Chinese medicine wafts in the upper room.

Baochai was lying on the bed, with a haggard look on her crystal jade face, and her hair fell on the pink mandarin duck pillow. He was covered with a dark blue brocade quilt. The palm of his hand was held by his husband, and the depressed mood in his heart eased slightly, "Husband is fine." I'll keep it for two days. You can get busy. You don't have to be with me every day. ”

The seasons change, and it is easy to catch a cold in spring. The more important reason is: Aunt Xue has a letter from Beijing, and Xue Pan, the dumb overlord, has an accident again. Needless to say, the restless things in Xue Pan's family are not easy to get along with. Xue Pan was eating and drinking outside, fighting with people, and vomiting blood from the other party.

Jia Huan sat at the head of the bed, smiled gently, and said, "What stupid thing did my sister say?" What can I do? In keeping filial piety! ”

Baochai couldn't help but look at her husband with disgust.

During the period of filial piety, strictly speaking: no marriage, no drinking, no miscellaneous plays, and no children. I was laughing with her.

At this time, Xiangling and Ying'er came in with a beautiful lotus leaf-shaped tray with a medicine bowl, "Third master, it's time for grandma to drink medicine." ”

"Hmm." Jia Huan turned around and took the medicine bowl, tasted it, took the spoon, and fed Baochai to drink the medicine.

Baochai's pretty face couldn't help but be slightly red, and her heart was soft, opening her small mouth and sipping the medicinal juice. It's bitter and it's sweet.

Xiangling and Ying'er looked away and smiled secretly. It's not a good time to look at it!

As a modern person, Jia Huan fed his wife medicine, naturally. It's just that in ancient times: the era when gentlemen were far away from cooking, it was somewhat shocking. But the things of his house will not be spread to the outside world. Life is your own!

Free and easy, casual.

He once said to Sister Bao: Young couples are old companions. The two have been married for five years, and the fiery relationship at the beginning is as rich as wine and lasts for a long time. At the same time, it also precipitates and transforms into inseparable family affection.

Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son!

This vow, in the end, is not a trickle of love, but a warm daily life, and they depend on each other. The most romantic thing is to grow old together: basking in the sun under the eaves, sitting in a rocking chair and slowly chatting about the past experiences together.

Together, they turned into dust and disappeared into the world. When life is different, death is buried together.

What he and Sister Bao lack is probably the crystallization of one or several loves. It's just that it takes a year to keep the system for my grandmother. During this period, no children shall be born.

The house is quiet, and the light rain outside the window falls and drips until dawn.

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Ten days have passed in a flash. Sister Bao is well ill.

On March 12, Jia Huan took his wives and concubines to the Dabao'en Temple in Nancheng to incense and play. At this time, Xiangyun, who was far away in the capital, was talking to Qin Keqing.

In March, the spring is unlimited. The wind and smoke are clean, and the Tianshan Mountains are colorful. White clouds drift in the air, anything.

Dabao'en Temple is located in the southern city of Jinling, which was built by Zhu Di, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, to commemorate Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, and Queen Ma. It took 19 years and 2.5 million taels of silver. The temple is large-scale, with more than 30 palaces, 148 monasteries, 118 corridors and 38 scripture rooms. It is divided into two districts: north and south.

In this bright spring, the temple is full of tourists.

With the status and fame of the Great Bao'en Temple, dignitaries and nobles often come to incense. We have our own process for dealing with it. The atmosphere in Jiangnan is open, and women can go out to work to support their families. But the powerful ladies and daughters will not show their heads.

With the current momentum and status of Jiafu, it can be regarded as a powerful person in Jinling City. The carriage drove from the middle road to the courtyard of the Guanyin Temple.

Jia Huan took Baochai, Daiyu, Weiwei, Shishi, and Yun'er into the incense. The big girls followed. The atmosphere in the hall is solemn, and the statue of Guanyin is tall and splendid. People rely on clothes, and Buddha relies on gold!

After the incense was finished, everyone was guided by the monks to the ashram to drink tea and take a short rest. While waiting for the next time to visit a large hall.

Jia Huan and Baochai stood at the window and spoke. Daiyu and Su Shishi, Lin Qianwei were talking. Lin Zhiyun was relatively quiet, with a sad brow on her face. She was in a hurry to come to Jiangnan, and her business in Beijing was not properly arranged, and she was in a dilemma.

Jia Huan asked Baochai softly, "What wish did my sister make in the temple?" ”

Baochai wears a rose and purple gown and a white dress. Bright and elegant. The lips are red without dotting, the eyebrows are green without painting, the skin is like clotted fat, and the ice skin is snowy, which no one can match. The bright eyes like apricots fell on Jia Huan's face, and he chuckled: "How can this be said to be a husband?" ”

Jia Huan smiled slightly when he listened. Sister Bao is beautiful, mild-tempered, and generous. Dignified and elegant. But he and his sisters couldn't help but laugh in front of him. It's just that she doesn't want to say it now, Jia Huan can't ask again.

Seeing this, Baochai's heart softened, tilted his head slightly, held Jia Huan's hand, his pretty face was slightly red, and he said in a low voice: "If you say it, it won't work." ”

Jia Huan understood as soon as he heard it: ask for a son. He smiled and said, "Sister, this is not in a hurry." Not only in you, but also in me. ”

Baochai couldn't help but be coquettish. The moving picture is like the beauty of flowers in full bloom in this spring. The flower name is peony, and the crown is fragrant.

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Visit in the morning, and only at about 4 o'clock in the afternoon will everyone return. Rafting on the Qinhuai River. Spring is bright and sunny on both sides of the strait. The view is delightful. The maids in the cabin were chattering and looking extremely happy. Came out stubborn for a day.

Jia Huan helped Daiyu, who was slightly tired, and said, "Feng'er, do you remember the people we met when we were in Bao'en Temple that year?" ”

Daiyu wears a blue and white light-colored coat, delicate and weak. The face is delicate and the temperament is graceful. He pursed his lips and smiled, and said softly: "I remember." We came across Jiayu Village. I thought he was a good guy at the time. ”

Jia Yucun used to be Daiyu's private school teacher. He took Daiyu to the capital to join Jiafu. At this time, it has long been relegated to Cochin. What role Jia Huan played in it, I don't know.

Speaking of Jia Yu Village, the topic of the boat was brought up.

Xiangling is also related to Jia Yucun. Sister Bao is the same. It lasted until the small talk after dinner. Time passes again in a flat, slow, warm atmosphere. 10