The cold wind blew the incense ashes and candles in front of the grave. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lin Daiyu wore a cotton jacket embroidered on a white background and a brown cloak. Timid and weak. Standing behind Jia Huan. Two lines of tears quietly slipped down the beautiful and flawless little face again.

Looking at the tombstone of his parents, the tombstone of his aunt, and then looking at the upright and steady posture of the young man in front of him, the emotions in his heart were no longer suppressed, and he was up and down in his chest. Innocent eyes flow in tears.

A cold wind blew, Jia Huan put away his thoughts and turned around, "Sister, let's go back!" "Daiyu is delicate and frail, although she is recuperating well in Jinling, but it is not good to stay in the cold wind for a long time.

"Brother Huan..."

Daiyu tilted her head, and the pear blossom looked at Jia Huan with rain. Jia Huan's size has jumped a little taller.

Looking at the touching girl, Jia Huan took half a step forward, gently hugged Daiyu, put his hand on her back, and comforted: "Sister, let's come to see Uncle Lin, aunt, and aunt in the future." Daiyu's name for him was changed at the end of September when he returned home after dealing with the grain ship from the Waijinchuan wharf.

Shouting "Brother Huan" to such a flower-like, bright and charming girl, the melodious voice like a clear flute is full of attachment, admiration, and trust, which will make his heart throb a little unspeakably every time.

Daiyu's beauty, as she gradually grows older, has poured out like "a little lotus shows sharp corners".

In the future, this future is really just to comfort Daiyu. Because, this time when he returns to the capital, within two or three years, he will face the situation of life and death in Jiafu. If they fail, the fate of him and Daiyu can be imagined.

Daiyu snuggled in Jia Huan's warm embrace and said in a clear voice: "Hmm." There was an unconscious redness and shyness on her pretty face.

Jia Huan hugged Daiyu not once or twice. When Aunt Pei died, he comforted Daiyu. Daiyu fell asleep in his arms. He had no other thoughts.

However, the maids and servants who stood not far away bowed their heads and looked into the distance. Everyone could see the shyness on the girl's face. Silence is better than sound at this point. Whoever speaks, should be hit.

"Sister, let's go." Jia Huan just soothed Daiyu's emotions, and didn't hold her all the time, when he let go of Daiyu, he obviously felt that she was slowing down, and snuggled in his arms, and then looked at the charming crimson on her delicate little face, beautiful and gratuitous, the softest place in Jia Huan's heart seemed to be touched. There was an electric sensation that slipped through my heart.

He is not an ignorant teenager, can he understand Daiyu's thoughts at the moment? I couldn't help but think of what Lin Qianwei, who came to see him off when she left Jinling, when she was sick, said.

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It was the afternoon of the fourth day of November, and Jia Huan took a boat from outside the city to return home, ready to leave for Suzhou. Everything is arranged at home. The luggage of Daiyu, Qingwen, Ruyi and others had already been packed.

Jia Huan instructed the subordinates in the front yard to do things. Lin Qianwei came in from outside the door with the maid Qing'er.

Lin Qianwei is here in Jia Huan, and she is unimpeded. Everyone in the house knows that this famous flower in Jiangnan will be the aunt of the third master.

Lin Qianwei is tall, wearing a pale cyan cotton jacket and a pink and white cloak in winter. Lin Qianwei took off her cloak, and the thick cotton clothes could not hide her elegant demeanor. A green hair flowed down his shoulders. The bright style is gratuitous.

Jia Huan said in surprise: "Weiwei, aren't you still sick, why are you here?" "Go to the window and close it. At this time, it was already snowing outside the window.

Lin Qianwei smiled, her voice still hoarse in illness, "After receiving Jia Lang's letter, I sat up in shock when I was dying." Thinking that I won't see you for a few more days, I'll see you off. ”

When she heard the news of Jia Huan's assassination in Hangzhou in mid-August and rushed back to Jinling in a hurry, Jia Huan had already left Jinling for Yangzhou. The two missed it. It wasn't until Jia Huan returned to Jinling in late September that he was able to meet.

She fell seriously ill for this and has been recuperating so far. The main reason is that anxiety hurts the body, excessive worry, plus a long journey, the journey is tiring, and he falls ill.

Jia Huan shook his head amusedly, brought a chair over, and asked Lin Qianwei to sit by the charcoal basin, "If you can't quote poems, don't quote them indiscriminately." You're still going to be able to sing well. ”

The singing skills of the beautiful woman in front of her can be described as first-class in the world. However, the level of poetry is not very good. When quoting poems, the words often fall short of the meaning.

Lin Qianwei smiled weakly and held Jia Huan's hand. How much I think: hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

When the two were sitting and talking side by side, a little maid outside came in to pass the word, "Miss Lin asked the third master when he will leave?" ”

"Let's go." Jia Huan sent the little maid away, got up and looked at Lin Qianwei, who was taller than him, and said, "Take care of your illness and wait for me to come back." I'll take you to the lake. ”

Lin Qianwei nodded gently. Thinking of something in his heart, he suddenly smiled, leaned over and said in Jia Huan's ear: "Jia Lang, your cousin likes you." ”

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The worship in Suzhou ended with Daiyu shyly being an ostrich. Anyway, girls who don't have an equivalent status will make fun of her.

After staying in Suzhou for a day, Jia Huan took the group back to Jinling by boat. Zijuan secretly teased Daiyu a few words when she served her at night, which caused Daiyu to lose her temper. When Jia Huan heard Qingwen talk with a snicker, he comforted Daiyu a few words during dinner the next morning, so as to persuade him to avoid Zijuan's discomfort.

During the few days of the journey, in addition to eating and meeting together, Daiyu would often come to him. He was about to return to the capital, and Jinling still had a bunch of affairs, and he often spent time alone during his travels, thinking and deliberating on plans.

Daiyu's excuses are nothing more than asking for poems, asking for articles, asking for manuscripts of martial arts novels, and talking about what she has seen along the way. It's just that after chatting for a while, I reluctantly said goodbye. Make matters worse by attempting a coverup. Often leave in the morning and come again in the afternoon, the young girl's green and sweet love.

Jia Huan will not make Daiyu angry like the hairy young man who fell in love for the first time. It's just that every time I see Daiyu's admiring eyes, after inadvertently intersecting, Daiyu turns her head shyly, and he has an unspeakable emotion after palpitations.

When Daiyu was thirteen years old, Xue Pan, the dumb overlord, glanced at her in Jiafu and collapsed there. I was amazed by her graceful style and beauty. At this time, Daiyu was still a few months away from turning twelve years old.

Jia Huan is not Yanashita Hui, even if the aesthetics are different, he prefers older women. And not Lo - Licon. But getting along with Daiyu day and night, how can you resist her beauty? Even if there is no affection yet, my appreciation and affection for her are increasing day by day.

Jia Huan didn't know when Daiyu turned her attachment and respect for him into appreciation and admiration. I like a girl like Daiyu, and I probably have an extremely excited mood in my heart.

Sister Lin fell from the sky, like a light cloud just coming out.

And the complicated thing is that he and Baochai are already engaged. He didn't betray the idea of swearing an emotional oath with Sister Bao. When he went down to Jiangnan last year, what he said to Sister Bao was still in his ears. It's not about feelings, it's about vows.

A manly man, a promise to a woman, to speak, is a lifelong thing.

In fact, if you really want to talk about deep feelings, the relationship between him and Lin Qianwei is actually deeper than Sister Bao. He and Sister Bao are "heart-to-heart". He admired that dignified cold beauty. also knows the feelings in her heart. However, for the time being, there is no time and space for the two to develop and sublimate this relationship.

Vivi can be a concubine. But can he marry Daiyu as a concubine?

In this era, the status and treatment of the main wife and the concubine are completely different. Look at the aunts in Jiafu, just look at Aunt Pei. How can a daughter of a good family, an innocent woman from a good family, be a concubine?

If so, how could he explain to Lin Ruhai?

And he also knows Daiyu's attitude towards love. If the relationship is determined (he obviously feels that Daiyu's feelings and love for him are heating up), and he doesn't marry her, she will die. In the original book of Red Mansions, she died of martyrdom. Dried his tears, burned his poems, and died of illness on the night of Baoyu's wedding.

How did he explain to Lin Ruhai?

The current situation really makes Jia Huan feel tricky. It's complicated and hard to say. Chopping constantly, rationalizing and messing. Don't have a taste in your heart.

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On November 13, Jia Huan returned to Jinling with Daiyu, Qingwen, Ruyi and others. Stayed on Ho An Street.

The Jinling officialdom earthquake, the Chen family fell, Jia Yucun was degraded, the Zhen family was recovered, and there was no chaos in the city, but everyone seemed a little busy.

Jia Huan's busy business is to resume his perfume business. Re-selecting the dealer, the person who betrayed at that time, the punishment should naturally be punished. On November 4, Xiao Youan came to Jinling to make a front stop for the Wang family and ask Jia Huan what he meant. It's a pity to lose such a highly profitable business.

The second is to make decisions for some businesses in Jia Province. On that day, some businesses in Jia Province were in trouble. Now they're in prison. Mr. Long Jiang's reported punishment plan is not light. All are heavy fines. And the court agreed.

Then, Jia Huan also needs to hand in the sketch for Mr. Zhongsan. It's been more than two months of delay. I also want to visit the Wang family, thank you, and walk around. This is the truth of being a relative. Also keep an eye on the assets waiting to be sold in Jinling.

The biggest thing in Jinling City at present is actually the Zhen family selling all kinds of assets. The old Jiangnan family has a lot of good things, and the magnates in Jinling City are all invariably lowering prices. Everyone knows that the Zhen family is short of money.

In the Jinling Mansion, Jia Yucun packed his luggage and prepared to leave. The court was still very lenient to him. There was no requirement to go to Cochin immediately to take office. Wang Ziteng helped him speak in front of the bachelor of the military aircraft department.

Today, Jia Yucun had to set off. Ji Xingsheng, the newly appointed prefect of Jinling by the imperial court, is about to arrive in Jinling.

In the Yimen of the Jinling Mansion, Master Bai of Shaoxing was carrying a bag and waiting for Jia Yucun on the road.

"Dong Weng..."Seeing Jia Yucun come out, Master Bai saluted, speechless with emotion. He really didn't know what to say. Just be degraded like that? There is no reason for the defeat!

Jia Yucun's family members have long been sent back to their hometown for resettlement. He himself only brought a few long-term entourages and domestic servants to Jiaozhi. At this time, the tall figure, dressed in civilian clothes, no longer the majesty of the past, but looked extremely gloomy in the cold wind.

Jia Yucun sighed: "Brother Bai, you don't have to be like this. You and I are guests and hosts, and fate is at an end. I don't blame you. ”

Master Bai nodded, and with Jia Yucun, at the gate of the Jinling Mansion, he shed tears and said goodbye. watched Jia Zhixian go out of the city.

The magistrate of Jiaozhi is unlikely to rise again. And he didn't want to go to the toe.

Jia Yucun walked with his entourage in the avenue of the city, and the afterglow of the setting sun made him squint his eyes and look back at the majestic ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. He remembered the past.

Preparation for the exam in the gourd temple in Suzhou. was in a difficult situation, and was able to enter Beijing to catch the exam with Zhen Shiyin's sponsorship. I think of the days after I served as the prefect and the prefect was removed, and I remembered the leisure of teaching Lin Daiyu in Lin Ruhai's mansion in Yangzhou. I remembered the excitement of going to the capital to meet Jia Zheng after being elected, and remembered that he was in power in Jinling and was valued by Wang Ziteng.

All these things in the past have become clouds. He couldn't have imagined that he would leave the scene and leave like this. He is now the magistrate of the county under the Jiaozhi Political Division.

Jia Yucun sighed leisurely, gathered all kinds of emotions in his heart, and boarded the ship with his entourage. Traveling far away in the crumbling winter sunset, and finally disappearing.

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That afternoon, when Jia Huan was sorting out her books with Daiyu in Daiyu's bedroom, someone came in and replied: "Third Master, come in with a message from outside, Master Bai, the staff member of Jia Yu Village, begging to see you." (To be continued.) )