Pink and willow green, the spring breeze blows the green trees and red flowers in the garden in the afternoon. Butterflies staggering. Swallow back to the beam.

In Daiyu's delicate and bookish boudoir, Jia Huan was resting on the bed, and the autumn-colored mosquito net was hanging down. He had just eaten a few glasses of wine at Mr. Fang's place at noon.

It takes a year to keep filial piety for your grandmother. During this period, it is forbidden to drink alcohol and have sex with each other. But these draconian rules are now almost extinct. Jia Huan did not participate in the large and small poetry meetings and drinking parties in Jinling City. Face work to do. But if you drink a few glasses of wine at Grandmaster Fang's family banquet, you don't have to be too pretentious.

To say how deep the relationship between Jia Huan and Jia Mu is, it is completely nonsense. This old lady likes to contribute to the Jia family. In general, it is a lot stronger than Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang only has a big face treasure in her heart!

Daiyu sat by the bookcase, sorting out the ink-scented books. Dressed in a green shirt, with a graceful posture, three thousand green silk is held casually. is like a classical talented woman who walked out of the picture scroll of the Jiangnan water town, beautiful and charming.

"Girl..."Zijuan brought tea in from the warm pavilion outside the door, and she had been waiting outside. Look at the mosquito net, and a smile rises on the corner of your mouth. The girl and the third master finally got married, and their wish was fulfilled. She couldn't be happier.

Daiyu gently raised her index finger, "Shhhh She was worried about arguing with him. It's all gentle when turning the book.

Zijuan smiled apologetically, lowered her voice by three points, poured tea for Daiyu, gossiped a few words, and exited the house.

Daiyu walked to the mosquito net, and looked through the soft smoke of autumn fragrance to see Jia Huan, who had become lying on his side, he was still asleep: his eyes were closed, which made him lose his former look. Ordinary looks. But it's unforgettable.

Sister Lin's delicate and flawless melon seeds had a knowing smile on her face, and there was a touch of imperceptible shyness.

The afternoon time is like water, quietly flowing away.

When Jia Huan woke up, it was about half past three in the afternoon. Change out of soft and comfortable pajamas, in front of the mirror, served by Zijuan and Raider, change into a moon-white gown, and put on a square scarf. Daiyu flipped through the book on the side and watched with a smile.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift! Jia Huan enjoyed the service of the maids, and then completely degenerated.

Of course, the real joy of getting dressed is to help them put them on and take them off.

Jia Huan was washing his face with cold water next to the shelf, and the attacker was holding a dry towel at his side, like Gui Rulan. Jia Huan said with a smile: "I have heard my sister for a long time, and she has ten lines at a glance. I'd like to test my sister. ”

Daiyu's memory is very good. In the twenty-third chapter of the original book of Red Mansions, Daiyu watched the West Chamber in Baoyu's hand, and finished reading it in less than a meal. And, it can be cited immediately. You can see her level.

Daiyu sat quietly in the pineapple chair. With a book in his hand and a smile on his lips. Squinted at Jia Huan, his mouth refused, and said, "Brother Huan is thinking about how to bully me in the day?" ”

Jia Huan couldn't help but say, "My sister bullies the word is used well!" Don't wait for Daiyu Jiaojiao to be angry, and then smiled: "I'll take the book my sister just read, pick a random place, and see if my sister still remembers." If it's not right, punish your sister for a cup of tea. ”

Daiyu is delicate, she has paid attention to maintenance over the years, and there is no serious illness. However, Jia Huan still forbade her to drink.

Dai Yuqiao's face is a light crimson, doubling her charming demeanor, and she looks like a shy flower in the closed moon! How touching will the shyness be? This kind of style and beauty can only be seen by Jia Huan. He said, "Okay." ”

Boudoir fun, games, she does not refuse. But inevitably, the starry eyes sneered at Brother Huan. Hand the book in his hand to Jia Huan.

Zijuan went out to make tea. The attacker looked at it with a smile.

Daiyu looked through the recently published "Peach Blossom Fan". Jia Huan knew at a glance that it was difficult for her. Because, the main force in compiling the peach blossom fan is Daiyu. But he didn't really want to embarrass Sister Lin, but to spend a good time with his wife.

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Time always disappears without you even noticing. Spring seems to be moving fast. It was so fast that it seemed that Jia Huan had just walked out of Daiyu's house, and when he looked back, it was late spring and early summer, and the sycamore leaves were full.

On this morning, Jia Huan came back from meeting guests in the study, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Jiafu Garden with Wei Wei and Shishi in the back of the small building. On the small table of Nanmu, there are four exquisite and delicious cold dishes and a pot of rice wine.

The Jia Mansion in Derun Fang, after living in Jia Zheng, Jia Huan and others, was slightly crowded. Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang live in the main house. Jia Baoyu and Xue Baoqin live in the courtyard near the left. Jia Huan's family has a large population and lives on West Road. Jia Lian and Jia Cong live on East Road.

On the west road, Jia Huan built an exquisite back garden after going to the house. There are many exotic flowers and plants: Junzi orchid, spider plant, Xifu begonia and so on. With Jia Huan's financial resources, it is not difficult to collect these flowers and plants.

Lin Qianwei was dressed in a pink and white long skirt and sang a high note: A big river has wide waves, and the wind blows the rice and flowers on both banks...

Jia Huan listened with an intoxicated expression, and gently beat on the table.

Su Shishi was dressed in white, beautiful and quiet, pursing her lips. There is tenderness in the clear and intoxicating eyes.

Her father-in-law likes these strange tunes. Sister Lin has a high level, and she can sing it after listening to his out-of-tune singing a few times! She somewhat wanted to go to Shi Yuhua in the Western Regions. I wonder if that kid has gone to the Western Regions? Is it a step up to the next level? The news in Pravda has long been spread.

Unlike other people in the family, Lin Qianwei and Su Shishi are quite concerned about current affairs. This is the habit of being a famous prostitute in the old days.

Su Shishi opened her mouth and said softly: "This is a beautiful motherland..."

After singing the song, Jia Huan sighed: "The aftermath is lingering, and you can not know the taste of meat in March." Then, the pot poured Weiwei a glass of wine, looked at the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and thanked: "Weiwei has worked hard." ”

He has no one else to treat: let the big singer sing for him alone. Feast your ears at any time.

Lin Qianwei glanced at Bai Jiahuan first, and then said happily: "You won't be tired of singing a song." Jia Huan's praise, she is still very useful.

Su Shishi pursed her lips and snickered.

The three of them were talking and laughing, gossiping about the city sergeant's interesting story. Although Jia Huan will not go out to attend the cultural meeting, he is very well-informed. Lin Qianwei and Su Shishi have many old people in Jinling. The two beauties washed away the lead and looked plain, and they would not contact the deceased, but occasionally hearing their news, it was also a sigh of emotion.

At this time, Lin Zhiyun came from downstairs with the big girl Yu'er. Lin Zhiyun, who is like a lilac, is wearing a lotus-colored long skirt, tall and graceful. Dancing in the snow in the wind. Amazing beauty with a slight sorrow on her face.

Lin Zhiyun and Jia Huan, Lin Qianwei, and Su Shishi greeted each other, greeted each other, and sat beside Jia Huan.

Jia Huan smiled. After he made up his mind, he never hid his admiration for her, held her jade hand, patted the back of her hand gently, and asked gently: "Yun'er, why are you worried like this?" Things are not going well with the medicine? ”

The business in the capital will definitely be affected because he came to Jiangnan to come to the palace. Jia Rong couldn't take care of it. Yun'er was worried, and he gave her an idea: to make medicine. At present, traditional Chinese medicine mainly relies on decoction of medicinal materials, and there are fewer pills and medicines that can be taken directly.

Mainly different people, different conditions, need different medications. It's time to get the right medicine! However, in his time and space, Hu Xueyan once did this: avoiding the plague pill, marching and scattering, and the Eight Treasure Pills spread all over the world. Known as the king of Jiangnan medicine.

Moreover, in later generations, such as Yunnan Baiyao, Dong'e Ejiao, Chuanbei Loquat Dew, etc., these masterpieces of medicine.

Lin Zhiyun shook her head, her steps swayed, adding to her demeanor, and said, "Xianggong, it's too smooth." The concubine is worried that it will cause great trouble to the prime minister. Lin Zhiyun, who was born in a merchant family, has been in charge of business for many years. Her vision naturally understood: If Jia Huan's career and reputation are affected in order to make money, it is a loss-making business.

Jia Huan smiled slightly, holding the pot and pouring wine, "Yun'er, how can it be so easy to find me trouble?" ”

Jia Huan comforted and comforted Lin Zhiyun. It's noon in a blink of an eye.

Jia Huan's life in Jinling: not only laughter, but also the discomfort of Sister Bao's illness, Sister Lin's wisdom, Weiwei's sighs and poems, and Yun'er's sorrow. But that's real life! We laughed, cried, confused, wandered, sighed, but after all, it was a sweet day.

It's like a symphony, with high notes and low notes. But overall is a nice, pleasant tune. Jia Huan is in this wonderful symphony, ups and downs, walking, listening, and interpreting!

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The time was the beginning of April of the eighteenth year of Yongzhi.

The morning glow slowly dissipated. Qingwen and Ruyi went to the study to add ice cubes to Jia Huan, and chatted with Jia Huan for a while. The two pretty girls reluctantly left. Jia Huan didn't have time today.

He wrote a letter to a friend in Beijing to help Xue Panguan, the overlord of the dumb king, say a thing or two.

Aunt Xue wrote another letter to Sister Bao. Sister Bao didn't tell him anything, but he didn't want to embarrass his wife. Help Xue Pan get rid of his crimes, he definitely won't do it. This is a matter of principle. Otherwise, what do friends think of him?

However, it is still possible to fight for a better result for Xue Pan. After all, it's just about hurting people, not killing people. This cheating daddy's stupid overlord. It is not necessarily a good thing to suffer a little hardship and learn a lesson. Wait for him to return to Beijing to see how he rectifies.

As soon as he finished writing the letter, Jia Huan put down his pen and blew ink, but when he looked up, he saw that the mandarin duck had already been waiting at the door of the study for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "Hey, why didn't Sister Yuanyang remind me out loud?" ”

The mandarin duck wears a cyan cardigan, a bee-waisted dolphin, and a few freckles on the cheeks. A twenty-four-year-old girl is already very outstanding. With a chuckle on his face, Goose Dan walked in lightly and said, "The third master is doing business, how can the maid be disturbed?" ”

After Jia's mother died, the mandarin duck was transferred to Jia Huan's house as a big maid.

The mandarin duck was wearing embroidered shoes, and walked to Jia Huan's side gently, tried the temperature of the tea bowl on the desk, and poured a cup of tea. It is difficult to hide the feeling of intimacy, and there is tenderness in the eyes.

Jia Huan smiled, wrapped his arms around her thin waist, and whispered in her ear: "I'll let my sister be real another day..."

The mandarin duck's pretty face turned crimson.

Jia Huan smiled, and his mood became extremely light! hugged the mandarin duck and spoke. The mandarin duck explained the meaning in a soft voice: "Third master, there is a visitor." ”74

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