The night was deep. The lights www.biquge.info Jiafu are brightly lit, and under the eaves and in the columns, various styles of lanterns bloom softly, reflecting the magnificence of the main residential area of Jiafu.

Grand View Garden, in the middle of the Wuyuan Garden. The winding corridor is quiet and indescribable.

Xue Baochai was doing needlework under the lamp, wearing a goose-yellow cardigan, with a few tall tables in front of him, dignified and bright. After dinner, Xiangyun was talking about poetry with Xiangling and Baoqin.

After Du Xiangling wrote the poem "The essence wants to cover up the difficulty, and the shadow is from Juan Juan's soul and cold", he is considered to have joined the poetry club.

Baoqin followed her father to the north and south, she had a wide range of knowledge, and she was smart by nature, and she lived in Jiafu for so many years, and she saw that the sisters were not so light and thin, and they had a harmonious relationship. She has a girlish heart and likes to be lively.

Xiangyun muttered to Xiangling and Baoqin for a while about the poetry of Wei Yingwu and Wen Tingyun, turned his head, and asked curiously: "Sister Bao, don't you look back at Yueju today?" ”

The crisis in Jiafu has passed, and Baochai is basically in Wangyueju at night. Lovesick like seeing each other? Occasionally, in Wuyuan, I stayed with Xiangyun and Baoqin for one night. During the day, she chatted and laughed with the sisters in the Grand View Garden, or went to Mrs. Wang and other places to walk around. From time to time, accompany Jia Mu to wipe dominoes. She handles interpersonal relationships very well.

Baochai chuckled and shook his head, "Brother Huan is not in the mansion tonight. ”

Before Jia Huan went out, he sent Qian Huai back to look at Yueju and said, Caixia sent someone to inform Baochai. My father-in-law went to the temple to drink flower wine, whose wife would have no grudges in her heart? No matter how generous the wife is, she will feel uncomfortable.

However, Baochai knew what was going on with Jia Huan's drinking of flower wine. She can trust her husband. It's just that what she's worried about is: it's not that she cherishes herself in front of the bottle, and the pretense will inevitably come true. Her husband's reputation is ah...!

No. Tanhua. The style is: riding a horse leaning on the bridge, full of red sleeves. It is said: hairpin flowers embrace prostitutes and fairy bones. The name of the beauty is spread all over the world. How many beauties and famous prostitutes want to ask him for a high-quality beauty song but can't?

Baochai was slightly distracted. Xiangyun and Xiangling pursed their lips and chuckled. Baoqin is still ignorant. I can see the relationship between her cousin and brother-in-law.

At this time, a maid outside came in and said, "Grandma, Miss Shi, Second Miss Xue, there is a military attache outside, and I ordered someone to hang up and beat the third master." Speaking of the reason, it seems to be talking about the marriage of the second girl. ”

Baochai was surprised: "What's the matter?" ”

The conversation shifted.

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After nightfall, the Teaching Workshop Division ushered in her most prosperous and lively moment. Embroidered pavilion Zhu Lou, flower street willow lane forest. Singing and dancing in the pavilion, red sleeves invite joy.

In a building in the alley of the company. It's lively outside, quiet inside. Qiulan, a famous prostitute in the capital, played the pipa in the living room of the embroidery building in the east. The sound of the pipa is pleasant. Miss Qiulan's red lips opened slightly, and she sang: Xiaofeng has never done it, who has a beautiful posture like Qiulan, like Concubine Yang's new bath, and Bo Luo's skirt is timid.

At the end of the song, the crowd applauded.

Qiu Lan smiled, dressed in a light white dress, moved the lotus step lightly, sat next to Jia Huan, and poured wine for Jia Huan. Today's banquet is to sit separately, and the table in front of you is displayed with delicious wine and food. There are also beautiful women who pour wine together.

Mr. Longjiang, who returned from the Western Regions, was dressed in a gorgeous boy's shirt and a handsome man in his forties. A bohemian style, hugging the petite beauty beside him, raised his glass and laughed: "Okay." Good. When I returned from the Western Regions, it was as if I had returned to the land of China from the wilderness outside the country. When you hear this old song today, you should be white! Ladies and gentlemen, drink it. ”

This song is a beautiful poem written by Jia Huan to the famous prostitute Qiulan a few years ago. Therefore, Mr. Long Jiang said that it was an old song.

Everyone drinks together. Jia Huan tasted it lightly. At his age, drinking too much alcohol is not a good thing.

Liu Huangshang, who accompanied the guests, applauded and said with a smile: "Mr. Ning, this old song classic, is very good. You can ask Miss Qiulan to give Jia Tanhua a cup. ”

The four major imperial merchants have already hung up one. In Ping'an Prefecture, the Zhu family operated a trade in horses, iron, and tea with foreign countries. Involved in the Ping'an Prefecture smuggling trade case and was investigated and punished. Jia Yu is involved in this case.

It is rumored that the Jin merchants were about to seize the power of trade with the barbarians of the steppe. For the treaty port to the north, only one Zhangjiakou will be retained.

Jia Huan smiled, didn't pay much attention to Liu Huangshang's words, and ate a piece of cold and sweet watermelon. Out-of-season fruits.

There are groups with a lot of capital in the capital: except for the big conglomerates in the north: Jin merchants, imperial relatives, dignitaries, and the rest are imperial merchants. And Liu Huangshang participated in the price reduction of Jiafu. Jia Huan wanted to sell Jia Yu's antiques and utensils, but he also encountered the situation of the Zhen family in Jinling, and the wealthy businessmen joined forces to lower the price.

However, what is the biggest difference between the Jia family and the Zhen family? Jia Fu is powerful!

Therefore, Jia Huan can raise 500,000 taels of silver through the exchange of power and capital. And Liu Huangshang was well-informed, and when he heard that Jia Huan had repaid 500,000 taels of silver from the Inner Treasury of the Son of Heaven a few days ago, he was frightened and hurried to find Mr. Longjiang, who was close to him and had only recently returned to Beijing, to make peace.

As for Mr. Longjiang, he just wanted to find Jia Huan to have a drink and catch up with the past. Before he went to the Western Regions, he also asked Jia Huan for advice. By the way, Han Jin and Xiao Mengzhen came all the way from Huangzhou Mansion. So there's this drink tonight.

Mr. Long Jiang looked at Liu Huangshang and Jia Huan, and smiled deeply. Of course, he won't help persuade anything, there are some things, Jia Huan is willing to come, willing to sit down and have a drink, is to sell his face. Say it, and you fall down.

Mr. Longjiang took a cup on the hand of the beauty beside him, patted the case, and sighed: "Brother Ziyuxian, when I return to the capital in a few months, I feel that things are wrong." The poetry girl retired, and there is no more No. 1 prostitute in the world! Reminiscing about the past, Brother Ziyuxian, can there be poems? ”

When it comes to Su Shishi, Jia Huan is also unspeakably emotional. At the end of June this year, after he married Sister Bao, Su Shishi sent a congratulatory gift. Listening to her maid Dan'er, she was crying in a daze when she looked at Shili Red Makeup on the third floor of He Linju, a restaurant outside Chongwen Gate. How can he forget the kiss before parting with Jinling Wuding Bridge and Anjie? Outside the window, the summer rain is continuous, soft and hazy.

It's just that after he helped her redeem her. Su Shishi left the capital and disappeared.

When you think of me, you think of me like a star on a summer night; When you love to forget me, you forget me, like forgetting a dream in spring.

Jia Huan sighed softly: "The wind has turned into a puff, and the mud lotus has just lingered." Cherish the time when people stumble, remember the voice. People are affectionate and thin, but now they are really not affectionate. When I went to the place where I looked back at my broken intestines, I stole zero tears. ”

Speak out of Nalan character words: Shanhuazi - the wind flocculent has turned into a ping. Jia Huan made slight changes. Reminiscing about the past.

In the embroidery building, the atmosphere of drinking and singing is stained with inexplicable sadness.

When Miss Qiulan listened, she sat beside Jia Huan, hugged the pipa, and said in a soft tone: "Sister Su can get Mr. Jia's poem, which is enough to comfort her life." As he spoke, he played the lute and sang a cappella. Yamahanako's word card. She could hear it.

Xiao Mengzhen was still chubby, picked up the wine glass and drank a glass of himself, and sighed: "Brother Jia is still so talented. I'm still unhappy that Miss Qiulan only wants to accompany you. Come to think of it, it should be like this! ”

He said it very openly. In the spring of this year, he and Jia Huan took the exam together. I happened to live in the same inn and had some friendship. And Zhao Xingchen, the son of the Marquis of Ruyang, approached him and asked him to spread the rumors of Jia Huan for a fee, but he refused.

Han Jin is wearing half-worn clothes, with a Chinese face, at the age of thirty, he has a kind of downfall, chic and uninhibited bearing, and the sharp edges and corners of his body in the past are slowly introverted. At this time, he sincerely persuaded: "Brother Jia, although this poem is about missing a beautiful woman, but the artistic conception is too depressing.

Brother Jia made great contributions to the prince's rebellion. Sheng Hanlin servant, and for the prince of Wu Wang. The political future is bleak. But how does it compare to me? Brother Jia doesn't have to be so depressed.

Our generation of scholars has established a heart for heaven and earth, a life for the people, a continuation of learning for the saints, and peace for all generations. As long as you have this heart, you will definitely be able to do it. I prefer Brother Jia's half-word at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain:

Bring hundreds of couples to travel. Reminiscing about the past, the years are thick. Just a young classmate, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat? ”

The relationship between Han Xiucai and Jia Huan is quite complicated. His voice of "Brother Jia" instead of "Ziyu" means that he has let go of the burden in his heart and calmly adjusted his relationship with Jia Huan. Mood, one level further.

Han Xiucai participated in the disaster relief of the academy led by Jia Huan four years ago and was responsible for cultural and propaganda matters. Learn the power that he will be useful in this life. In his heart, he still has a sense of gratitude to Jia Huan. Therefore, at this time, I advise Jia Huan not to be depressed for the future.

He believes that this is Jia Huan's heart for the future depression, interactive sentimentality, only deep but depressed, sad work.

Jia Huan shook his head and did not speak. Han Xiucai misunderstood him.

What are his ambitions? When he came to the Red Mansion, his first task was to get rid of the fate of the Jia Mansion and the extermination of the family.

And now, it's done. The death of the pig teammates, the suppression of the suppression, he is in charge of Jiafu. There are no major problems in Jiafu, and it is still no problem to be prosperous and rich.

So, what should he do next?

Jia Huan's dream has always been: a rich, decent, leisurely, and stable life, embracing a beautiful wife and concubine, accompanying Hongyan, and growing old together: after the East Fence puts the wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

Who wants to struggle all day long, to survive, to earn their lives?

He wanted to live a few years in peace. As for the feeling of helping the world and a strong sense of mission to save the people, he does not have it. What about being tired of the country like Zhang Juzheng? The history is highly praised: the only phase of the Ming Dynasty. There is no Zhang Juzheng after Zhang Juzheng!

However, the world slandered it. The body is dead, and the family is destroyed.

Of course, from an adult's point of view, if you want to live a rich, decent, and leisurely life, you must be promoted. In an official-based society, there is no power, what else to talk about? He should be at the appropriate age and should obtain the corresponding official position.

For example, at the age of sixty, he will be in the position of Zaisuke. After all, he was still saddled with the will of a political group.

It's just that, at the moment, it doesn't need to be so urgent. He was only thirteen years old. He can spend more time with Sister Bao and them to improve their living conditions and standards.

When Jia Huan was thinking about his life, Han Jin and Xiao Mengzhen talked about Chibi, Huangzhou, relying on the past to hang the present, and each had a poem with words: Chibi nostalgia. Ask Miss Qiulan to sing it. The atmosphere in the embroidery building came out of the sadness.

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On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, the stronger the flavor of the year. A heavy snowfall covered the capital. The white snowflakes are flying all over the sky, wrapped in silver, and they are extraordinarily enchanting.

The snow falls on the branches, and a pear blossom blooms. Grand View Garden Zilingzhou, built near the water. Jia Huan, Baochai, Daiyu, Xiangyun, Yingchun, Xichun, Baoqin, Xing Xiuyan, Li Wen, and Li Qi enjoyed the snow scene in the brocade building.

Because Wang Xifeng was pregnant, Li Kun and Tanchun governed the internal affairs of the mansion. Baoyu swore early, but when Fan Jia Huan was there, he would not come.

The remnants of the lotus are falling, the grass is withered, and the snow is white. Crystal snowflakes are flying all over the sky. Jia Huan was upstairs, his hand sticking out of the window, followed by snowflakes.

The cold wind blew, and Xiangyun, who was surrounding the smoke cage, eating barbecue, drinking hot wine, laughing and talking with his sisters, was trembling, and suddenly lost his momentum. The sisters laughed. Shi Xiangyun stomped his feet and said, "Brother Huan, close the window quickly." Dead cold. ”

Jia Huan shook his head funny, and saw Xiangyun punching and taking off his jacket. Wearing a dark red skirt, I naturally felt cold. I closed the window and prepared to go out into the corridor to enjoy the snow. Lu Xue'an contended for a poem on the scene, and that piece of venison gave Xiangyun infinite inspiration. Today, she started eating happily again.

Wait for the girls to couple. Today's host is Yingchun. In the marriage of Yingchun, Jia Huan gave her the bottom: it is not up to Jia Yu, Mrs. Xing, and Jia Lian to decide. He would help her pick a good son-in-law. Yingchun has been in a good mood lately.

In the couplet, Jia Huan excluded the golden hairpins. This is not rejection, but I am afraid that Jia Huan will defeat everyone's poetry.

Daiyu was sitting next to Baoqin, talking to her. She didn't drink alcohol or eat barbecue. Drinking a cup of tea, Hui Huang smiled at this time and said: "Brother Huan, recently, a certain Tanhua lyrics have become popular in Beijing, reminiscing about the poetry girl." The love is sincere and popular. A few days ago, Sister Xue made twelve nostalgic poems. Your poetry is excellent, why don't you write twelve nostalgic poems first, and give us a mention of poetry. ”

Daiyu has lived in Jinling with Jia Huan for more than a year, and Su Shishi has also taught her musical instruments, and she knows some things very well.

Baoqin is a girl, and she is extremely affectionate to Daiyu, and she smiled coquettishly: "Sister Lin's proposal is good." ”

Shi Xiangyun clapped his hands and laughed: "Giggles, Sister Lin's punishment is wonderful!" It can be seen that he is a habitual tricker. ”

Daiyu and Xiangyun argued. Xing Xiuyan, Li Wen, and Li Qi all laughed.

Baochai smiled without saying a word, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he took a sip of wine. Why did Feng'er punish Jia Huan, why did she want to watch Jia Huan's "jokes".

Yingchun also thought that Baochai had confidence in Jia Huan, and said with a gentle and amiable smile: "Third brother, do you want to eat a glass of hot wine first?" ”

Xiao Xichun, who has a cold temperament, smiled and poured a glass of wine for Jia Huan.

"You are..."Jia Huan smiled bitterly, took the wine from Xichun's hand, and said, "Thank you, fourth sister." After pondering for half a second, he said: "There are no twelve nostalgic poems, let's make a poem for you first." ”

Jia Huan took a sip of wine head-on, and recited aloud: "Brocade clothes and jade take sleep in the snow, and the poetry soul wants to go to heaven when drunk." There has been no such joy for 120,000 years, and he shouted to his predecessor Li Qinglian. ”

This is a poem by the Qing Dynasty poet Zhang Wentao: Mouth occupation after drunkenness. His poetry is full of genius, and the price is heavy. It is known as the "reincarnation of Qinglian" and has the title of "the crown of poets in Shu" in the Qing Dynasty.

This poem is also written about the poet's chic and expansive after being drunk. It has the style of Li Taibai. No one can shout at his predecessor Li Qinglian when he is drunk!

Xiangling took the pen on the side with a serious face and helped Jia Huan record it. After the recording, he recited it softly and said, "The third master wrote really well." ”

Xiangyun, Xing Xiuyan, Li Wen, and Li Qi are all applauded.

Xiangyun held a mutton skewer in one hand and a wine glass in the other, full of vitality, and smiled proudly at everyone: "This poem is the most temper for me." I already have a good sentence, who of you will dare to deal with me in a while? ”

The sisters laughed. The maidens laughed too.

Daiyu, Baochai and Xiangyun laughed. Bao Qin praised: "Brother-in-law, why do you respect my sister Daolin? Sure enough, it's talented. My twelve nostalgic poems are nothing compared to yours. ”

Xue Baoqin is wearing a dark purple robe today, with a delicate appearance and jade carvings. Baoqin is young and warm-hearted, intelligent in nature, has read and read since childhood, has heard the name of Jia Huan's poetry for a long time, and today I saw him write a good poem in a glass of wine. Sure enough, it's only eight buckets.

In the eighty-seventh version of the Red Mansion, Baoqin's appearance is ruined. It's not pretty. And what about her actual appearance?

In the forty-ninth chapter of the original book of Red Mansions, Baoyu said: "It is even more strange that in your Chengri family, you only say that Sister Bao is a stunning character, but now you look at his sister, and even the two sisters of the eldest sister-in-law, I can't describe it." ”

The attacker asked Tan Chun's opinion, "They say that Miss Xue's sister is better. Tanchun said: "Sure enough." As far as I can see, even his sister and these people are not as good as him. ”

It can be seen that Xue Baoqin's demeanor and beauty.

Of course, everyone has a different opinion about beauty. Baochai laughed at herself: "I don't believe that my sons are inferior to you." "If you really want to talk about it, in the dream of Red Mansions, the most beautiful person is undoubtedly Qin Keqing, who is both famous and beautiful. The first beauty of the Red Mansion is known as Baochai and Daiyu. The two of them tied for first place in the book of twelve hairpins.

Jia Huan smiled slightly. Xue Baoqin is beautiful, but he has no feelings for the innocent and romantic girl.

Daiyu tasted it in her heart, stood up with a smile, lifted the wine jug, poured a glass of wine for Jia Huan, pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly: "Brother Huan, it is rare for you to have such chic verses, it can be seen that you are in a good mood." ”

Jia Huan smiled and nodded.

Baochai's elegant chuckle, clear and bright apricot eyes, looked at Jia Huan, her eyes were shining, and praised: "Good poetry!" He said to the sisters: "If the girl is here, she will definitely like this one." Who is the eloquence of the Lotus Society, and only Xu Xu eyebrows? Today, we will start with the rhyme of the word 'day'. ”

This is the sentence of the Begonia Society from the spring. All the women laughed. Duxiangyun smiled the happiest, lying on Baoqin's body. The coupling begins.

Jia Huan smiled slightly, didn't disturb them, and went to the corridor to enjoy the snow. The cold wind is more refreshing, and the sky and the earth are white. The hills are undulating and the woods are patchy. A very beautiful landscape painting. Just now Daiyu said that he was in a good mood. Isn't?

No matter how depressed you are, you will feel sunny when you see their group of beautiful girls laughing. What's more, he wasn't depressed. It's just, emotional. Thinking about it, it is indeed not easy to change the fate of Jiafu along the way.

Jia Huan thought, I don't know how long it took, and there was a faint fragrance around him. Daiyu covered her mouth and chuckled: "Brother Huan, are you still angry with me?" ”

Jia Huan tilted his head and looked at Daiyu, a girl like a flower and jade, delicate and graceful, beautiful and gratuitous. The soft emotions in his heart swelled up, and he smiled: "Where is it?" I'm thinking, it's not easy to change the established course and ending of Jiafu. ”

Baochai walked over from the door, smiled slightly, the great beauty with smooth muscles and bones, demure and bright, asked, "Husband, what is not easy?" She stood to Jia Huan's left.

Looking at the beautiful wife, I remembered that soon after I got married, I was the political storm of the abolished prince. This was a critical moment that changed the fate of Jiafu, and under his leadership, Jiafu finally drove through safely. Now, ahead, a smooth road.

Jia Huan smiled in his heart, stretched out his hand, and gently, held the small hands of Hai and Dai respectively, and said, "Didn't Hao'er just ask me to make nostalgic poems?" I just have one to read to you. Nian Nujiao - Chibi nostalgia.

The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters are merry through the ages. To the west of the base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.

Thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic. Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is gone. The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early. Life is like a dream, and one is still in the moon. ”

The wind and snow are still blowing, and the three of them are standing on the railing of the corridor on the second floor, which is beautiful and picturesque.

(End of Volume 5)