In the early morning, Jia Heng got up early, washed up, had some breakfast, and changed into clothes made by "Chang Hao" clothing store. There were only two sets of clothes in total, which were basically the only ones Jia Heng could get.
Come out with decent clothes.
Standing in front of the bronze mirror, Jia Heng sighed as he looked at the young man with a tall and straight figure and heroic eyebrows. This appearance and facial features were basically the same as his appearance in ancient costume in his previous life.
"There are no two identical leaves in the world, and there are no two identical people. Who can tell the difference between Jia Heng and Su Heng?"
"Brother Heng, it's time to go to Qin's house." At this moment, Cai stepped forward with a smile, interrupting Jia Heng's thoughts.
Jia Heng nodded and put on a facelift to calm down his appearance.
At Cai's instruction, Jia Heng packed up the marriage certificate and drove toward Dakongfang, driven by Cai's husband Li Dazhu.
There were some simple gifts on the carriage.
The Qin family is located on the street of Huazhi Lane in Dakongfang, with green walls and a narrow courtyard. In front of the door there is no majestic stone lion in front of the Rongguo Mansion, but a simple gatehouse.
Although Qin Ye was a doctor in the catering department, it was not easy to live in Shenjing. Even such a small house cost Qin Ye half of his life savings.
"Huh..." Li Dazhu pulled the reins, stopped the donkey cart, and turned around and said: "Brother Heng, we're here."
"Thank you, Uncle Li." Jia Heng thanked him.
Li Dazhu is the husband of the Cai family. He is a typical banker man. He is dull and simple, and he is usually unsmiling.
Li Dazhu said "Yeah" and went to tie the donkey cart.
Jia Heng stepped forward to push the door knocker, put on a facelift, calmed down his appearance, and thought of a good excuse.
"I'm coming."
Then a woman's voice was heard coming from the Qin family's residence, followed by a burst of rapid and dense footsteps. The black-painted door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman in a Jingchai sarong.
"Master, this is..." The middle-aged woman looked at Jia Heng.
Jia Heng cupped his hands and said, "Aunt, Jia Heng, I have something to come to see Uncle Qin."
"Jia Heng?" The middle-aged woman thought for a moment and said, "But Jia Dalang from the Willow Alley on the back porch of Rongning Street?"
Jia Heng's mouth twitched and he secretly thought, Jia Dalang? He is not Wu Dalang...
The middle-aged woman smiled and said: "In the past two days, the master has mentioned you. Here, please come to the courtyard."
With that said, he would invite Jia Heng into the courtyard.
Suddenly he saw Li Dazhu, still holding a gift in his hand, and said: "Come here, why do you spend so much money?"
Jia Heng took the gift from Li Dazhu behind him, smiled, and said in a clear voice: "It's my first time to come to your house, so it's not good to come empty-handed. It's just a small gift, and it shows no respect."
The smile on the middle-aged woman's face became much warmer and she said, "You are so polite, Mr. Da Lang."
Jia Heng couldn't correct his title, so he had to endure the strange feeling in his heart, carry the gift, and enter the courtyard.
After welcoming Jia Heng and his entourage into the flower hall, the middle-aged woman ordered the maid to serve tea.
From the chat on the road just now, we learned that Jia Heng also knew that this middle-aged woman was not Qin Ye's concubine, but the steward of the mansion.
The middle-aged woman smiled and said: "Master is taking a break today. He was originally staying at home, but in the morning he said he was going to Taoranju to receive guests. Can I have someone call Master?"
Jia Heng's expression paused, and he smiled and said, "Thank you."
The middle-aged woman called a boy over from under the eaves, gave a few words of warning, turned around and said with a smile: "Jia Dalang, I want to ask more, what are you looking for for my master?"
Jia Heng said thoughtfully: "There is nothing urgent, but this matter needs to be discussed in front of Uncle Qin."
The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Even if Jia Dalang doesn't tell me, I can guess a thing or two."
"Oh?" Jia Heng put down the tea cup in his hand, with a bit of "surprise" in his eyes.
The middle-aged woman smiled and said: "The master also said that my young lady has been engaged to the Jia family's eldest son. I think it is this Mr. Jia."
Thinking of Qin Ye sighing last night, a thought flashed in the middle-aged woman's mind.
In the backyard——
"Girl, Uncle Heng from Jia Si's family is here." A maid ran into the house and said with surprise.
In the embroidery room, a young woman with a graceful figure and a pink face sat quietly in front of a bronze mirror, being served by a maid and holding a flower.
In the bronze mirror, there is a woman with a flowery face and a moon-like appearance, with green buns piled among clouds. Her eyebrows are green without being traced, and her lips are red without any spots. On her innocent and beautiful cheeks, she has a flawless white jade, and her pear cheeks are as beautiful as snow.
"Where is he?" As a soft and charming voice sounded, Qin Keqing turned her head over and looked at Maid Baozhu. In her twinkling eyes, there was a curious look, and a hint of moving could be vaguely seen.
style.
She heard from her father that she had arranged a baby wedding with Uncle Heng from Liutiao Hutong in Jia's house, and she was very curious about this Uncle Heng.
A girl's feelings are always poetry. Qin Keqing is only twenty-eight years old, so it is inevitable that she will have some dream expectations for her future husband in her boudoir.
"Girl, I'm just talking to grandma in the flower hall." Bao Zhu said with a smile.
Qin Keqing's eyebrows were lowered, a touch of rouge appeared on her cheeks, and she said, "I'll go take a look."
Ruizhu stood up quickly, took Qin Keqing's arm, and said with a troubled face: "Oh, my good girl, how can this happen? If the master knows about this..."
"Good sister, I'll just stand behind the curtain and take a look from a distance." Qin Keqing smiled sweetly and said softly.
Seeing this, Ruizhu said: "Then I will go with the girl."
Although Qin Ye was a low-level official like a doctor in the catering department, and although he usually neglected to discipline his two children at home, he still had instructions for the maids in the inner house on the issue of male and female defense.
Qin Keqing nodded and led the maid towards the front yard.
Jia Heng was chatting with the middle-aged woman, Nanny Wu, and had a cup of tea before he knew it. However, he still didn't see Qin Ye return. He had doubts in his heart and at the same time, he considered whether to get up and leave.
Suddenly, I felt like someone was watching in the dark.
This is a kind of keen intuition about the gaze of martial arts practitioners in the past life. With this thought in mind, he picked up the tea cup and said: "Aunt Wu, I heard that there is a Mr. Qin Zhong in your mansion, why haven't I seen him?"
Aunt Wu smiled and said: "Zhong'er has gone to school. Why, Uncle Heng has also heard the name of my second master Zhong?"
Jia Heng took advantage of the situation and turned his head, looking up at the curtain behind Grandma Wu. He happened to meet a pair of passionate and charming eyes. However, when their eyes met, those soft and watery eyes were like a frightened deer. He looked away and the curtain
Shake lightly.
Jia Heng pondered for a moment, smiled, and said: "I heard from the neighbors that Brother Qin Zhong is a talented person, very talented, and already has a graceful and extraordinary appearance at a young age."
This was a compliment, and Aunt Wu would not take it seriously, so she smiled and said, "Uncle Heng is overly complimentary."
Aunt Wu was Qin Zhong and Qin Keqing's wet nurse. She was honored by Jia Heng's praise.
Behind the curtain, Qin Keqing walked into the corridor, recalling those quiet, deep eyes before her eyes.
There is a saying that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Although we just looked at each other for a moment, for some reason, it seemed as if they were imprinted in front of our eyes.
"Girl, this Uncle Heng..." Bao Zhu asked in a low voice.
Qin Keqing nodded, his eyebrows lowered, his cheeks turned hot at some point, and he said: "Look...it's okay."
In this era, marriage is a matter of following the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers. Qin Keqing was originally worried that she would meet a rude and stupid man who would humiliate her.
But seeing the young man's majestic appearance, like a orchid and jade tree, and his calm demeanor, a trace of worry gradually disappeared from my heart.
