Jinling, Wangzhai

The orange candle flame stood on the candlestick, swaying in the wind, and projected several figures on a round table on the beams.

After Wang Shouqi listened to the servant's report, his old face showed solemnity and he was speechless for a moment. He said in a worried tone: "Uncle Yongning went to Gusu to visit Prince Consort Guo."

Yangzhou salt merchants had strong financial resources, and when Jia Heng went south to Suzhou, they also sent a large number of informants to follow him secretly, and used flying pigeons to send letters to Jinling.

Jiang Tong, who was sitting next to him, also frowned and said in a pale voice: "Brother Wang, Prince Consort Guo has revealed our details, right?"

"Even if it is revealed, what can we do? The original money was repaid to the Emperor of the Southern Patrol through the Salt Transportation Department. It seems to me that we have been wronged and repaid a lot of family property." Huang Rishan said angrily.

Back then, if the emperor hadn't visited the south many times, would they have sent money to the palace?

Of course, these salt merchants would not reflect on the fact that the monopoly power of other salt merchants relied on the trust of Emperor Longzhi.

Wang Shouqi said: "They are all old accounts, many of which involve the palace, so there is no need to worry."

Xiao Hongsheng thought for a while and said: "If Uncle Yongning wanted to investigate before, he would have borrowed the money. If the Ma family has implicated us, he will not wait until now to investigate some old accounts."

"Nephew Xiao Xian is right." Wang Shouqi's face paused, his eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "If the imperial court really wants to drive us all away, there is no reason to blame others for the so-called crime, and it will not be like this.

It’s troublesome, besides, the imperial court has now enacted the salt ticketing law. Now all the merchants in Huaiyang and other places, big and small, have gone to get salt tickets and sell salt profits. There is no need to worry about the unsaleable Huaiyan salt. It is supposed to be more and more unscrupulous.”

Jiang Tong said in a deep voice: "Although I say that, I can't help but be careful. I don't think the imperial court is interested in the wealth? I heard that Lao Ma, Lao Cheng and his family have confiscated a lot of property. This wealth is very touching."

ah."

Wang Shouqi nodded and said: "We have to be careful. I see, our clan still needs to have people who study and become officials."

If there is no one in the court, no matter how much wealth there is, it can only become meat on the chopping block.

In Gusu City, the moon is crescent, just reaching the tops of the willows, the blurred night has enveloped the high-walled alleys, covered bridges and archways, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves of the houses are swaying in the wind, while the "Lin House" is hanging

In the mansion with a two-character black tung wood plaque, there are sparse lights.

In the southwest courtyard, in a side room shaded by bamboo trees, Jia Heng finished his dinner and walked into the room. The interior was elegantly decorated, with famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the west wall, and standing cabinets on the east wall with various items on them.

style books, some of which are rare treasures.

"Brother Heng." Daiyu took her watery eyes away from the book and looked at the young man in a straight green shirt with Xiao Xuan's arms loosely lifted.

After the girl woke up from her nap, she was wondering how to take care of her. She just asked Zijuan to quickly prepare hot water and wash her thoroughly. Who knows how to take care of Brother Heng?

Do you want to wash your own feet?

Jia Heng turned his eyes and looked at the girl not far away with a warm look. He chuckled and said, "Sister, what are you reading?"

"Xin Jiaxuan's ci collection." Dai Yu said softly: "Xin Jiaxuan is a talented poet and martial artist. He can write both bold and euphemistic ci words."

With a smile on his face, Jia Heng sat on the bed next to Daiyu and said softly: "Xin Jiaxuan's poem, I like it the most. The person behind the curtain is the one who tried it, but Haitang is still the same. Do you know it or not? Should you?"

It’s green, fat, red and thin.”

When Daiyu heard this, her bright starry eyes curved into crescent moons under her smokey eyebrows, she covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Brother Heng, these are Li Yian's poems."

When he met those warm and watery eyes, he suddenly realized that the young man was teasing him. Their eyes met and they stared at each other with soft waves flowing down. He lowered his eyebrows slightly and said softly: "Brother Heng."

Jia Heng's eyes fell on the beautiful face that showed unparalleled beauty. He stretched out his hand to gently hold Daiyu's round chin. The delicate skin contained a youthful and beautiful breath flowing between his fingers. He said softly: "Everyone is looking for it."

He looked over thousands of times and suddenly looked back, but that person was there in the bright light."

When Daiyu heard this, her heart was slightly ashamed, and her eyebrows drooped even more. The lights came like water, and the childish girl's beautiful cheeks were blushing like a rosy cloud, and her two curves were like smoke and clouds in a cage.

Her bright starry eyes were gradually covered with a hazy mist, and not long after, she saw that warm and soft breath coming closer, and the intimacy that she was no longer familiar with was like a small boat, almost annihilated in it.

It is late autumn in Suzhou, and the temperature at night has dropped a lot. The cold autumn wind is blowing an osmanthus tree in the courtyard. Among the dancing branches and leaves, there are a few golden flowers scattered, exuding a faint fragrance and falling suddenly, as light as

Nothing fell on the stone steps where the green and white autumn dew rolled.

The quiet and soft moonlight pours down like a waterfall, flowing like water on the glazed tiles on the ridge of the house, returning back and forth.

Osmanthus flowers fall in the leisurely garden, and the spring sky is clear in the quiet night. What kind of thoughts and feelings does the poet express?

After a while, Jia Heng stretched out his hand and gently hugged Daiyu's shoulders, and said in his ear: "I will take care of my sister."

As he spoke, he whispered a few words into Daiyu's ear to explain her doubts.

Under Daiyu's curved eyebrows, her shining eyes widened, and she said in a trembling voice: "This, this...how can this be done?"

However, before he finished speaking, he immediately looked at Jia Heng who was bowing his head and bleating. He was already embarrassed, his beautiful eyebrows slowly lowered, and he caressed Jia Heng's shoulders.

The orange light casts a circle of light, falling on the tasseled golden hooks of the curtain, reflecting shallow light and shadow, which is detailed and detailed, just like the reflection in the mirror.

It is vaguely visible that the head of Daiyu's head is slightly raised, the fine tassels hanging from a hairpin on her beautiful bun are gently swaying, there are grunts in the wings of the nose, the willow eyebrows are slightly frowned, and the starry eyes seem to be unopened.

The moonrise frightens the mountains and birds sing in the spring stream. The poet uses the descriptive technique of line drawing to set off the stillness with movement. However, after hundreds of years, it carries the overwhelming meaning of happiness.

For a long time, the jasper tassel pinned to Daiyu's elegant bun was swinging gently, drawing circles on the spot. However, it stopped, showing off the circles and shining brightly, while the round tassel on the ridge of the roof outside the window

The crescent moon is also covered by the clouds.

In the golden autumn of October in Suzhou, the night is deep and the dew is heavy, and the thin quilt cannot withstand the cold. It is already three o'clock in the night, and the horses are slippery with frost.

Jia Heng looked at Daiyu, whose delicate body was trembling and unable to take care of herself. He leaned close to the girl's ear with her starry eyes closed and whispered: "The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars fall like rain."

Daiyu is truly worthy of being the Fairy of Jiangzhu, how could she not...

Daiyu: "..."

Daiyu, the girl who used to have a pretty face, cheeks as rosy as clouds, and a crystal clear mind, suddenly understood the meaning of Jia Heng's words, and her heart became more and more embarrassed. She opened her starry eyes and said anxiously

He said angrily: "Brother Heng, you... you bully others and you still make fun of them."

How could he tease her like that? She was just teasing him?

Jia Heng suppressed the sweetness between his lips and teeth, stretched out his arms to hug Daiyu's shoulders, adjusted Daiyu's dress, looked at the girl's rosy cheeks, bright and moving face, and gently stroked her shoulders

, said warmly: "It's not bullying, it's love. To be honest, I have wronged you after all."

Daiyu's heart was still filled with shame, and she leaned her head in Jia Heng's arms. Her heart was filled with shame, joy, and sweetness, and there was also a trace of senseless sadness. She pursed her pink lips and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng, from now on

Don't say that, I have never felt wronged, not before, not now, and never... in the future."

Facing those dazzling starry eyes, Jia Heng was silent for a moment. He held Dai Yu's plain hand and hugged it in his arms. His heart suddenly felt heavy and he whispered: "Well, I understand my sister's heart."

The two of them were bored and said warmly: "When Third Sister and Sister Yun come over, it will be inconvenient to get close to my sister."

This is to get vaccinated in advance, otherwise when the time comes, Daiyu will be left out in the cold, and Daiyu will be miserable no matter how miserable, or maybe she will hold hands and look into each other's tearful eyes, and she will be speechless and choke?

In fact, sometimes, he is not satisfied with love, but is trying to influence Daiyu's temperament subtly, if he doesn't want to be like Baoyu and meet a fairy.

"On New Year's Day, I insist on living or dying." Daiyu said angrily, "I insist on dying, and I will die now."

Well, if you think about it carefully, it seems quite interesting?

Daiyu looked at the handsome young man and said softly: "Brother Heng, Sister Yun and Third Sister are here, it will be a lot more lively here."

The girl sighed quietly, if the Xianning princess came, Brother Heng would not be able to just accompany her.

Last time Jiaheng had confessed to Daiyu about his past with Xianning, but he did not mention Baochai.

Of course, Daiyu didn't ask, or she didn't suspect it yet.

Jia Heng said softly: "After the incident in the south is over, we will return to Beijing and the garden will be repaired. At that time, my sister will also have Sister Yun, Third Sister, and Sister Bao living in it, visiting the garden, admiring the scenery, and reciting poems and writing poems."

Why do men like to draw cakes? In fact, it is not men, but every corner of society who is drawing cakes. According to high emotional intelligence, hope is something as precious as diamonds in this era.

Moreover, painting cakes in exchange for false, temporary, and advance pleasure and harmonious atmosphere can either motivate employees or deceive feelings.

Of course, this is not a painting, but... a dream of Red Mansions.

Daiyu snorted softly, her starry eyes were as bright as rainbows, and she couldn't help but said: "Brother Heng, are you hiding your beauty in the golden house?"

I don't know why, but perhaps the unprecedented intimacy just now caused the girl to complete a certain "butterfly change" in her mentality. At least she naturally revealed some of her "nature" in front of Jia Heng.

Jia Heng did not answer, but said softly: "I was looking at the drawings that day, and I was thinking about planting a bamboo forest at the Tianyuan location of Yuju. When midsummer, the green shade becomes waves and the bamboo shadows sway, I want to live there.

It must be a pleasant and comfortable thing to be there. I can find a wicker chair at night and look at the Cowherd and Vega in the sky. I want to call it Xiaoxiang Pavilion. What does my sister think of this name?"

Xiaoxiang Pavilion?

That kind of tailor-made, painstaking effort, or secret correspondence, seemed to hit the soul directly. The three words were imprinted in Daiyu's heart, making the girl tremble and murmured: "Xiaoxiang Pavilion?"

The position of Tianyuan, the Tianyuan of Go, is exactly the center of the chessboard. For example, Beichen is sitting there and the stars are over it.

So, this is for her?

Brother Heng...

In fact, there is no better answer than this sentence to resolve the hidden beauty in the golden house.

Flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people. Today, Jia Ziyu enters the fairyland on land again!

Jia Heng chuckled and said: "My sister will live in Xiaoxiang Pavilion from now on. Most of the plants around are Xiaoxiang tear bamboos. My sister will be the Xiaoxiang concubine."

As he spoke, he gently stroked the girl's delicate cheek and said softly: "My sister is just like Xiaoxiang's concubine, unswerving in her determination and pure in nature."

Daiyu's starry eyes moved slightly, and a hazy mist appeared. She gently pressed her head against Jia Heng's arms and said shyly: "Brother Heng."

It can be said that Daiyu at this moment has been coaxed into thinking by sweet words.

Jia Heng hugged Daiyu and did not do anything else. He sniffed the delicate fragrance of the girl's hair, which was like orchid and musk, for a while.

"Brother Heng, Brother Heng, please take this piece of clothing with you." Daiyu stood up and suddenly felt that her body was extremely limp. She held up one of her arms and said in a sweet voice. She took out the autumn clothes from the bed and trembled.
To be continued...