The person who wrote the decree was Fei Minzheng, the champion of Hanlin Zhongshu Fei. He wrote very clearly in the holy decree: Jia Huan, the wife of the Lin family.

For the son of Yongzhi, whether jade has become a beautiful thing and will be passed on to future generations, he is now lacking interest. As for Wei Hong and Fei Zhuangyuan, they are happy to facilitate this matter and achieve a good story of Shilin.

In the spring of this year, the newspaper gave a detailed introduction to the story of Jia Huan and Qilin's cousin. It is very widespread. This decree of marriage can be regarded as a perfect ending for this tortuous relationship.

Most of the sensations in Beijing are here. Subsequently, a song by Jia Huan for his cousin Lin's old work came out: It seems that this star is not last night, for whom is the wind and the midnight open! Write as affectionately as possible.

In Shilin, there are people who pay attention to the merger. Since the Don, there has been no such thing. Controversy ensued. In the newspapers and in the tea shops, it spreads like gossip. Readers of all persuasions are arguing.

But this is just a few noises in the surging tide and is not enough to affect the big picture. The Son of Heaven Chrysostom! Once the decree has been issued, there is no possibility of alteration.

On the afternoon of the ninth day of the seventh month, the Son of Heaven issued a decree that it should be sent to Jiafu in the evening. In Jiafuzhong, after a slight helplessness, there was a festive atmosphere!

Regarding Jia Huan's marriage to Daiyu, for example, Jia Zheng did not agree with it. Yujiafu's reputation is damaged. Brother-in-law is lonely in Jia Huan! But Daddy Zheng was helpless against the holy decree. And Mrs. Wang is indispensable. At the same time, I had a heart in my heart. Baoyu is making a lot of trouble in the garden these days. She didn't like Daiyu very much.

Jia's mother is hiding it. Jia Huan and Daiyu's affairs were hidden from the old lady at the beginning of the year. I'm afraid she'll be angry, and there's a bad one.

On the evening of the ninth day of the first lunar month. Daiyu and Xiangyun are talking to Miaoyu in the Kucui Nunnery. Since the fifteenth year of Yongzhi, the relationship with Miaoyu has been good. Miaoyu has a good eye for Daiyu. It's just that Miaoyu is quiet, and they are in the same Grand View Garden, and they occasionally come and go.

Recently, the two girls have their own worries in their hearts, and they come to Miaoyu to talk. I didn't talk about Buddhism, I talked about poetry, humanities, and allusions.

The twilight is four, and the slanting sun is attached to the sky. Crimson clouds swept over the treetops and landed in the hilltop of the mountain.

Daiyu, Xiangyun, and Miaoyu chatted in the wing room of the East Zen room. Daiyu is delicate and charming, Xiangyun is fair-skinned and tall, and Miaoyu is pure and ethereal. The three golden hairpins have their own temperament and appearance. In the window of the wing, as far as the eye can see, you can see the gardens, pavilions, and houses in Jiafu bathed in the golden glow of the sunset.

At this time, a commotion suddenly sounded in front of Rongguo Mansion. Separated by a heavy and overlapping courtyard, so far away, it actually came. I don't know what it is. The excitement is theirs, and the coldness is here.

Miaoyu frowned, slightly displeased.

Daiyu sighed softly, "It's almost autumn." A gloomy mood came to my heart. It's going on in Beijing. Brother Huan said that he would take her back to Suzhou to worship her parents in some time. And prepare to live in Jinling for several years.

Miaoyu was dressed in a white robe, sipping tea, and chanted softly: "The sunset in the lonely garden, the light smoke of the old tree jackdaw." ”

Xiangyun asked curiously, "Where does this come from?" ”

As the three golden hairpins were talking, a maid outside walked in quickly, wearing a verdant trimmed tooth-pinching vest with an irrepressible smile on her face. It was the big girl in Daiyu's house who attacked people.

The attacker didn't care about saluting, and said happily: "Girl, I can be regarded as looking for you." Good news, good news. The Son of Heaven gave marriage to the girl and the third master. As soon as the decree arrived in the house, I got the news and hurried to find the girl. ”

"Ahh It was all of a sudden! Without a single warning.

Miaoyu was slightly stunned, and then a smile appeared on her face, "Congratulations to Miss Lin." She has a good eye for Daiyu, just because Daiyu is not a layman and is different. But all marriages must be the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers. And the relationship between Daiyu and Jia Huan is completely spontaneous. A bitter love, can have such a result, everyone is happy.

And Daiyu, after hearing the word "marriage", her brain "buzzed" and went blank. Joy welled up from the bottom of my heart. I couldn't even hear what people were saying. Then, two lines of tears flowed!

The wind suddenly blows a pool of spring water. I hope that the monarch will not come all day long, and suddenly I will hear the magpie!

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The twilight gradually sank, and the lights in Jiafu lit up. The atmosphere in the house was also broken by the Holy Decree.

Jia Huan received the holy decree in the Rongguo Mansion, and was called by Jia Zheng to Mengpo Zhai to reprimand a few words, and then left. He has no intention of talking nonsense with Daddy. Go straight to Sister Lin.

Compared with the rest of Jiafu, which is slightly convergent, in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, there is a boil. Daiyu's maid Zijuan, attacking people, snow geese, Mo'er, all beaming. Xiangyun, who lives in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, is also happy for Daiyu.

The bitterness in Xiangyun's heart was diluted a little by Daiyu's happy event, and said with a smile: "Sister Lin used to sing white begonias, and the poem said: The moon cave immortals sew silk robes, and the autumn boudoir wipes the scars." Shy and silently complained to whom, tired of leaning on the west wind and the night was dark. I don't know if today, the autumn girl still complains? ”

Daiyu laughed at what she said, and glared at Xiangyun angrily. Just as he was about to argue with Xiangyun, the maids outside said happily: "Third master, are you here?" I saw Jia Huan wearing a moon-white robe and walked in briskly.

Daiyu's face flushed, and she shouted: "Brother Huan..." It's all in the throat!

All kinds of past events come to mind. Since her father died in the eleventh year of Yongzhi, she followed Brother Huan to recuperate in Jinling, and until Aunt Pei's death was assassinated, Brother Huan went out to take revenge. She attached a wisp of affection to him. How can one forget his promise on the canal boat?

Watching him and Sister Bao get married, how can she not be bitter in her heart? Reading the poems written for her, how can she not be emotional? experienced the frustration of the Son of Heaven's refusal to marry last year, and tasted melancholy and misery together.

Then came the criticism of the newspaper, the marriage of the second sister and the fourth sister, and she thought about it...

This journey has finally come to this day, and at this time, things are as they wish! She will be his wife. Marry him.

"Sister..."Jia Huan pursed his lips lightly. The appearance of the child should be rare. He was full of joy, and after seeing Sister Lin, he looked at her beautiful face and autumn-like eyes, and there were thousands of guiltes in his heart. He was sorry for her.

Xiangyun sneered, and quietly withdrew with the maids.

Daiyu's tears couldn't help but flow down again, and she cried with joy.

Jia Huan gently hugged Daiyu, stroked the hair in her ear, and said softly: "Sister, don't cry." ”

The joy of a thousand words is no match for these few bland words. Invincible to this simple embrace, feel the temperature of each other, and feel the passage of time together.

The night is getting darker. The stars and moon shine brightly, and they fall on the plantain and pear trees in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Daiyu fell asleep in Jia Huan's arms. A boat full of dreams presses the galaxy.

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Everyone in Ning Rong and the two mansions congratulated Jia Huan and Daiyu. And those subtle and subtle emotions don't need to be described too much. Joy is still the main style in Jiafu. The golden hairpins gathered in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion on the morning of the tenth day of the new year.

On the ninth day of the seventh month, the decree of marriage came down. It was determined in the next few days. The marriage of Jia Huan and Daiyu is scheduled for two months later (leap July), the second day of the eighth month!