"As quietly as I came, I waved goodbye to the clouds in the western sky..." Jia Rong hummed Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Kangqiao as he walked. Jia Rong felt that this poem was more suitable now.
I can't get over it myself.
Losing interest in continuing in the Wei Mansion, Jia Rong left the Wei Mansion and walked in the bustling streets, feeling the hustle and bustle of this ancient city.
Suddenly, Jia Rong found a jewelry store on the street and walked in by mistake.
When the shopkeeper saw a customer coming to the door, he hurriedly put down what he was doing and came to entertain Jia Rong, "What do you need, Master? I can't say that this shop is the only one in Luoyang City, but the things it sells are absolutely genuine, and the jewelry is of high quality."
The style is unmatched by other stores," the shopkeeper said gushingly.
Jia Rong said with a smile: "Look around, if there are any jewelry worn by women, bring them up to me to see."
The shopkeeper said "wait a moment" and walked into the back room. During this period, the shop assistants hurriedly brought tea and water to greet you.
It is undeniable that these jewelry have their own uniqueness. Seeing the look of hope on the shopkeeper's face, Jia Rong couldn't help but lose face. After bargaining, he bought a hairpin and a pair of bracelets. For some reason, Jia Rong was very interested in these two things.
Jewelry has a unique emotion, maybe because of Xiuer.
Reaching out into his arms, he felt the hairpin and a pair of bracelets lying quietly in his arms. Jia Rong showed a look of satisfaction and nostalgia. This was what he planned to give to Xiu'er, but he didn't expect it to be given.
He put away the bracelets and hairpins wrapped by the shopkeeper, said goodbye to the shopkeeper, and left. No matter how valuable these hairpins and bracelets were, they could never be compared with the two pieces in his arms. They were witnesses of the relationship between himself and Xiu'er.
The next day, Wei Zhongdao came back.
Wei Zhongdao is about seventeen or eighteen years old. He is dressed in a white Confucian robe, which makes him more graceful and elegant. His thin figure adds a touch of beauty. If this person is a woman, she must be a beautiful woman who will dominate the country. Jia Rong is in
Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Jia Rong kindly helped Wei Zhongdao up. No matter what else, Wei Zhongdao was definitely a figure. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for Cai Yong to appreciate him and marry his daughter Cai Yan to him. Now Wei Zhongdao
He already showed a touch of elegance, but such a talented man died young. Jia Rong felt sorry for Wei Zhongdao in his heart. Jia Rong also wanted to diagnose and treat Wei Zhongdao. In this way, the Wei family would owe him
It was a huge favor and the trip to Luoyang was guaranteed. Unfortunately, apart from learning battlefield first aid in the army, Jia Rong knew nothing about medical skills.
Jia Rong and Wei Guan sat at the top, and Wei Zhongdao was at the bottom to accompany him. Wei Guan always called him a good brother, so he was just a generation older than Wei Zhongdao. Jia Rong looked at Wei Zhongdao with eyes full of teasing.
se.
But Wei Zhongdao was not moved at all. He was still as respectful and respectful as before, making it impossible to find any fault. Jia Rong smiled and said: "My dear nephew, you have worked hard along the way!"
Wei Zhongdao's expression tightened, then he was relieved and replied calmly: "Thank you, Prefect Jia, for your concern!"
Jia Rong waved his hand and said: "My dear nephew, you don't need to call me the prefect from now on. You can just call me Uncle Shi."
Seeing Wei Zhongdao's expression about to go berserk, Jia Rong hurriedly changed the topic elsewhere. A little teasing was fine, but it would not be good if he made Wei Zhongdao angry. If it was spread that he was older than him, it would turn into bullying him.
Already.
During this period, Jia Rong just kept listening to the conversation between Wei Guan and Wei Zhongdao, with a faint smile on his face. Jia Rong knew his own level, and it was not a problem to communicate with those old and rough soldiers, but if he was talking to Wei Zhongdao
Such a conversation between talented people is obviously not of the same level. Instead of making a fool of yourself during the conversation, it is better to be a quiet listener.
Although Wei Guan was a businessman, he read a lot of poetry and books, and his words revealed some insights about life. In comparison, Wei Zhongdao's speech was slightly inferior. Most of his words came from books, but he often issued classics.
The words attracted Jia Rong's sideways glance.
Wine is indeed a good thing. A banquet brought the distance between Jia Rong and Wei Zhongdao a lot closer. The Wei family has been doing business for generations and has been quite marginalized by scholars. Jia Rong and Wei Zhongdao also have the same experience.
So apart from some previous unhappiness, Wei Zhongdao and Jia Rong got along very happily.
Wei Zhongdao was at the age when a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He was a bit unscrupulous in what he said, especially after three glasses of wine.
Dewei Guan kept wiping his butt and explaining Wei Zhongdao's rebellious words. Jia Rong showed an understanding expression.
Jia Rong himself comes from the future world and is not interested in the rules of this era. He is also a rebellious person. Now that he has finally met his confidant, Jia Rong also lets go of the conversation. The two of them talk to each other and provoke each other.
Wei Guan was stamping his feet aside. He originally expected Jia Rong to persuade Wei Zhongdao, but unexpectedly the two of them sang in harmony and sent the maid away. Wei Guan went in with his left ear and out with the right ear, drinking alone.
The Wei family is the descendant of Wei Zifu and Wei Qing. Back then, the Wei family was one of the most powerful families in the Han Dynasty, but now it is being treated coldly by some powerful families in the Han Dynasty. Anyone would feel resentful.
The recent events made Jia Rong a little upset. He kept talking to Wei Zhongdao and Wei Guan while drinking. Wei Zhongdao drank very little. In the end, Jia Rong had to drink with Wei Guan. Jia Rong could not help but think of Wei Guan again.
Mentioning Wei Fu's promise to Yuan Shu, she kept asking Wei to drink.
Jia Rong's skill in persuading people to drink was definitely top-notch among the big men. Wei Guan and Wei Zhongdao were all drunk and were helped to rest in the room by the servants. Jia Rong was the only one left at the entire banquet.
Drink after glass, Jia Rong wanted to thoroughly enjoy what it feels like to be drunk. Is it really like what the ancients said, "One drink can solve a thousand worries".
Jia Rong couldn't remember how many glasses he drank, and he left the banquet in a staggering manner, still holding a glass of wine in his hand, but the wine in the glass had long since swayed away, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.
Spread the moonlight into every corner.
Walking drunkenly, Jia Rong pulled out the green sword from his waist and started dancing, with a sword in one hand and wine in the other, a unique style.
Jia Rong doesn't know how to dance with a sword. Every move is a move to kill the enemy on the battlefield. His murderous intent is obvious. The moonlight hanging in the sky seems to be afraid of the momentum of the person in front of him, and quietly disappears in the dark clouds.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with your wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade houses will be too cold at high places. I dance to clear the shadows. How is it like turning around the Zhu Pavilion in the human world?
Qihu, there is no sleep in the light. There should be no hatred, why should things be perfect when we are apart? People have joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away." Su Shi's water-melody singer actually
Jia Rong recited it word for word, but I didn't expect that after so many years, I could still recite it word for word. Combined with Jia Rong's drunken steps and his murderous swordsmanship, it has a unique charm.
After reciting loudly twice, Jia Rong panted and put down the Qingzhi Sword. The wine cup had been thrown away by Jia Rong. Yue Ya also quietly looked out from the dark clouds. After confirming that nothing was wrong, he cautiously got out.
Continue to spread the faint moonlight to the earth.
Wei Fu, still wearing a green shirt, appeared next to Jia Rong and supported Jia Rong, who was shaking from side to side.
Jia Rong opened his hazy drunken eyes and murmured: "I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart!"
The eyes looking at Wei Fu contained too many emotions, confusion, heartache, joy, and reluctance. At this time, Wei Fu had already burst into tears and kept calling Jia Rong's name.
Jia Rong discarded the green sword in his hand, stretched out his trembling hands and stroked the tears on Wei Fu's face, constantly comforting Wei Fu.
Wei Zhongdao, dressed in an elegant white robe, appeared not far away, repeating Jia Rong's words "I hope we live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart", and then chuckled.
Wei Fu spent a lot of effort to help Jia Rong to the bed, helped Jia Rong remove his shoes and socks, covered him with a quilt, and looked at the sleeping Jia Rong with hazy eyes. Without any warning, Jia Rong reached out and pulled him.
He grabbed Wei Fu's catkins and kept shouting: "Don't go, don't go!"
Wei Fu was like a loving mother, comforting Jia Rong softly, and even though Jia Rong held her little hand, Wei Fu's heart was actually pounding. In an era when men and women were not close to each other, doing so was undoubtedly a good idea.
Challenge to the feudal system.
After three days of sleep, Jia Rong opened his eyes with difficulty, shook his swollen head, and looked at the surrounding scene. Could it be that the dream was true and Xiu'er was back?
Jia Rong sat upright and saw Wei Fu sleeping beside the bed. The events of last night replayed in his mind one by one. Jia Rong vaguely remembered that he danced with a sword and recited a poem that he thought was the most difficult to recite after getting drunk.
Ancient poems, and then he was helped to rest in the house. Without thinking, Jia Rong also understood that the person last night was not Xiu'er, but Wei Fu.
Seeing the faint smile on Wei Fu's face who was sleeping soundly beside the bed, and the faint traces of tears on her pretty face, Jia Rong stood up gently and put on her shoes.
In order to prevent Wei Fu from freezing, Jia Rong, who was a little nervous for a while, gently hugged Wei Fuyu who was beside the bed and put her on the bed. He felt the weak and boneless body in his arms and the delicate touch of his hand.
With the touch of his hand, Jia Rong felt that there seemed to be a blazing fire in his lower abdomen. He could neither let go nor hold him, and he was stuck there for a moment. Coincidentally, Wei Fu opened her eyes with a sweet cry and saw the ambiguous expression between the two.
Wei Fu squeaked at the posture, a blush climbed up her cheeks, and quickly spread to her ears. She closed her eyes shyly, her eyelashes fluttering uneasily.
Wei Fu's cooing, coupled with Wei Fu's shy look, almost made Jia Rong unable to control himself. The aroma of Ruoyouruowu reached Jia Rong's nostrils, which made Jia Rong's eyes blurred, and the slightest mistake was made.
Leaning lightly towards Wei Fu's red lips.
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