"Ding Dong", "Ding Dong"

The snow melted and dripped down the eaves onto the bluestone slabs in the hallway, and the sound was slow. The fastest update of the entire Jia Mansion, Sanssouci Hall, filled with the atmosphere of Spring Festival and New Year's joy.

It's the 10th day of the first month.

In the side hall of Sanssouci Hall, Jia Huan and Baochai sat opposite each other and played Go. The sound of laughter and noise came faintly from the warm pavilion where the little maids gathered.

Jia Huan and Baochai looked at each other and smiled.

Sister Bao was wearing a goose-yellow satin embroidered gown, her appearance was indescribable, and she was a beautiful woman with a fragrant national color, and said: "Husband, you see them making a fuss!" ”

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Sister, it's the New Year." ”

Unofficial and light. Although it was only the tenth day of the first month, he was basically idle and had no relatives or friends to see. and his wife Baochai, enjoying this leisurely and relaxing time in his life.

"Okay, let them go." Baochai smiled slightly, stretched out her snow-white and smooth fingers, and dropped the white ivory chess pieces on the chessboard.

In the hall, the best tribute charcoal is burned, and it is as warm as spring. There is a fine copper stove simmering in a charcoal basin. Inside is the white fungus lotus seed soup for health preservation.

The handsome little girl Ruyi walked in from outside, picked up a piece of charcoal with tongs and put it in, and added hot tea to Jia Huan and Baochai, who were playing chess. Charcoal fire, from dark to bright, red bright and red.

The footsteps of the spring of Wuwu year, in the afternoon of melting snow, slowly approached. After that, everything recovers.

…

The sun just set, and in the evening, Baochai took Ruyi, Ying'er and the two went to Jia's mother, Mrs. Wang, and Aunt Zhao, and settled the province in the morning and dusk.

Jia Huan was in the flower hall of the main room, laughing and talking with Daiyu and Su Shishi. Waiting for Sister Bao to come back and have dinner together.

Morning and dusk are too abrasive. He is not very particular about this kind of false etiquette. Xiangling, Qingwen, Dan'er, and Zijuan were laughing with each other. The big girl Caixia is in the dining room, arranging dinner in the kitchen.

Daiyu would occasionally come to eat with Jia Huan, just like when she was in Jinling. Baochai arranged a courtyard for her here in Sanssouci Hall, which was elegantly furnished and had complete utensils. You don't have to go back to Xiaoxiang Hall to sleep in the cold wind.

A lot of things, just a name. And this title is Jia Huan's top priority in the next few years. First of all, it will be solved.

As for how many years it will take, Jia Huan is not sure in his heart.

The son of Yongzhi is forty and six this year, and it is impossible to live a long life if he indulges in lust in the West Garden. But how long will he live, who knows? If he wants Yongzhi Tianzi to marry, he has to find a way to brush up his good feelings.

Empress Yang's line, he didn't want to go. Jiafu had already rejected the temptation sent by the king of Shu: he did not agree to his request to marry Tanchun. Then, the only way Jia Huan can go is to start from the money bag of the Son of Heaven. Take the line of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, King Wu.

Of course, there is no rush in this matter. When dealing with the royal family, he is too eager, which will cause jealousy. In February and March, when Wei Shangshu implemented the silver coin reform, the subcontracting of the coinage right, he could talk to King Wu.

The thoughts in Jia Huan's heart flashed, drank tea, and said with a smile: "Sister, Shishi, when spring comes, I will take you to the western suburbs of the capital to go out." Xiangshan, Miaofeng Mountain, Lingshan and Baihua Mountain further west are all picturesque. ”

"Hmm." Su Shishi chuckled and nodded, and the beautiful and delicate young woman said in a clear voice: "Xiangshan, the slave family has been there before." The peaks further west do not. ”

Daiyu's delicate melon seeds showed a yearning look on her face, and since she returned to Jiafu from Jinling, she has gone out only a handful of times. It's not like when she was in Jinling, the beautiful scenery inside and outside the city, Brother Huan took her to play.

Daiyu sat diagonally opposite Jia Huan, her bright eyes flowing, swept over Jia Huan's face, and said softly: "Then it will take a long time." "The sound is clear, pleasant to the ear.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "The mountains and forests further west are adjacent to Shanxi. It hasn't been developed, and it's inconvenient for your daughters to go up the mountain. ”

Casual chit-chat. After a while, Baochai came back with the maids. Everyone went to the restaurant to eat. A rectangular dining table with a white cloth. Night, beyond the bright glass.

Time flows slowly.

…

The next morning, Sunshine and Hee.

In Jia Huan's study, Jia Huan is showing the martial arts he wrote in his spare time: smiling proud rivers and lakes, to Baochai, Daiyu, and Su Shishi.

He himself was at the desk, watching Daiyu reopen the Peach Blossom Club and fill in the willow words with the women. Xiangling told Jia Huan on the side about the scene when he wrote the poem.

Xiangling wore a pale pink exquisite round-necked gown, which lined her fair skin and graceful figure. A young woman with a bun, a little red mole on her eyebrows, and a gentle beauty. said: "Third master, this is the word that Miss Yun occasionally filled in in late spring. Show it to our grandmother, Miss Lin. Then, Miss Lin did the east and asked the girls to fill in the words. ”

Smelling the fragrance of Xiangling beside him, Jia Huan smiled and nodded, looking at the poems on the paper. Sure enough, it is the poems in the original book of Red Mansions: there are Xiangyun's "slender hands come by themselves, and the empty makes Yan jealous." Stay, stay! Don't let the spring light go. ”

Baochai's famous sentence, "Shaohua Xiu's laughter has no roots: the good wind relies on its strength to send me to the clouds." ”

Daiyu's sigh, "Sigh in this life, who will give it and who will take it!" Marry Dongfeng Chun no matter what: go with you, endure drowning! ”

Xue Baoqin's talent, "Jiangnan and Jiangbei are the same, but they are hated by others." ”

Jia Huan flipped through the five beautiful yin made by Daiyu behind him, and asked Xiangling with a smile, "Xiangling, why don't you see the words you wrote?" ”

Xiangling is already a wife, but at this time, she is still like a little girl, showing a look of chagrin, and said: "Third master, I can't fill in the limited word card." ”

Jia Huan couldn't help but smile, quietly shook Xiangling's little hand, and said, "Then you have to continue to work hard!" ”

As he was talking, there was a giggling sound outside the study, and then, Shi Xiangyun appeared at the door wearing a dark red cotton jacket, laughing brightly, "Brother Huan, you can't be with Sister Bao all day." I'm coming, and you're not coming out? ”

Cui Wei followed behind Shi Xiangyun and saluted Jia Huan, "Third Master..."

"Sister Yun is here." Baochai and Daiyu both put down the manuscript and got up to greet each other. When the young sisters meet, there is an endless amount of things to say. Shi Xiangyun is also a laughing person. For a while, the study turned from quiet to lively.

Jia Huan smiled and nodded.

Shi Xiangyun is now in the Shi family, and the two places in Jiafu are very free. Originally, the two families were not far apart, and they were both in the west of the inner city of the capital. She returned to Shifu a year ago and came to pay homage during the Spring Festival. This time I came to stay for a long time.

Shi Xiangyun held Xiangling in one hand and Daiyu in the other, and said boldly: "Brother Huan, I came to live this time to change the story of the white snake you lived in the past into a drama." Put it in the opera garden outside your house first, and it will definitely be sung all over the world in the future. ”

"The story of the White Snake and Leifeng Pagoda has long been circulated in West Lake. It's not mine. Jia Huan couldn't help laughing and teased: "Sister Yun has such talent, I am very pleased." ”

Shi Xiangyun was tall, his skin was snow-white, and his dark and bright beautiful eyes glanced at Jia Huan with disgust, and said with a smile: "I'm not so stupid." Sister Bao and Sister Lin don't use it. ”

Baochai smiled elegantly and said, "Together we have become something." Next, it was changed to the bickering mode between the golden hairpins.

Anyone who has been exposed to scripts knows that and scripts are two modes of expression. Dramas, such as thunderstorms and teahouses, are immortal masterpieces, and the form of words they present is the same as the way of narration.

Therefore, although Jia Huan said that he had told the story of "The Legend of the New White Lady" to all the girls with a general smile, it would take a lot of work to adapt it into a sung drama. Just look at the artistic achievements of the Peony Pavilion and the West Chamber.

Not to mention, every word is beautiful, at least it has reached the realm of making people read it and leave their mouth fragrant. Baochai, Daiyu, and Xiangyun discussed it, and decided to pull everyone in the Peach Blossom Club in. Jia Huan wanted to put on a name, and Baoyu also came in to help.

Happily, Baochai walked to Jia Huan's side, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote a post on the spot, inviting Tanchun, Xue Baoqin, Xing Xiuyan, Li Kun and others to come over.

Of course, these dramas belong to the category of talented and beautiful women. Therefore, it is necessary to hang Jia Huan's name. The daughters of the boudoir are entertaining and do not have to be publicized.

By noon, after having lunch together, Jia Huan's study had already gathered everyone: hairpin, dai, cloud, tan, ying, pity, silk, qin, smoke, pattern, and qi.

A room full of beauties, laughter. Jia Huan sat behind his desk and looked at the beauties. It reminded him of the time when the golden hairpins helped him transcribe the lecture notes that year. It's just that this time, what needs to be done is an opera adaptation.

Jia Huan smiled slightly, the talents of the golden hairpins...! It's still practice. In the future, the peach blossom fan may be available in this way.

The excitement here, a little maid came to report, "Third master, the master told you to go out." ”

Jia Huan waved his hand to the women, "I'll go out and come back." Motioning for them to continue the discussion, he got up and came out, and asked, "Did you say anything?" ”

The little maid said: "It seems that I want to ask the third master about the preparation of the concubine." ”

Jia Huan nodded, and went out to Rongguo Mansion.

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