Aqin has learned Chinese culture since she was a child and is able to communicate with Han people without any barriers.
Therefore, she understood all the previous conversations between Jia Lian and those women, and she admired Jia Lian's attitude of ignoring those bewitching women.
In addition, she has heard from her sister that Jia Lian can also "write poetry"...
She had just thought that she had been following Jia Lian, but Jia Lian had never revealed his literary talent to her!
That's why he kept acting like a monster on the martial arts training ground.
At this time, his demonic mentality disappeared, he walked to Jia Lian's side and called out in a very obedient and gentle voice: "Second Master..."
She has now learned to call Jia Lian "Master" in private and "Sir" outside.
Because she knew that Jia Lian wanted to train them to be personal bodyguards, she was able to put away her coquettishness when she went out, and imitated her sister's example of being unsmiling.
Jia Lian was about to go back to take a shower. Seeing her seducing him like this, he couldn't help but said helplessly: "Don't you have sprained ankles?"
"Second Master just rubbed it and it's fine."
When Jia Lian heard this, he didn't know that she did it on purpose, so he reached out and slapped her on the butt. Unexpectedly, she sat in his arms.
Aqi next to her saw it, lifted the curtain and went straight inside.
"I heard from my sister that I have written so many poems today that I can compare with all the talented people in Beijing.
When I was on the grassland, I liked the poems and songs of the Central Plains very much. I also learned them, but I just couldn't learn them. Can the second master teach me?"
Ah Qin looked at Jia Lian with admiration, but Jia Lian only said that he could only provide ready-made poems. As for how to write good poems, he didn't know how.
"Okay, let's talk about it next time when we have time. Get up. I'm sweaty, but you won't be tired of it."
"No, the sweat on Er Ye's body is not greasy at all. It smells good, with a sandalwood scent."
Ah Qin deliberately hugged Jia Lian a little tighter, and even deliberately caressed Jia Lian's sweat-stained neck with her delicate hands to show that she really liked him.
Jia Lian silently patted her buttocks twice and cursed: "You licking girl, thanks to me, if it had been anyone else, you would have been licked to the point where you didn't know what to do."
It seemed that this woman had not been gentle with him for a long time and wanted to keep him for a while longer.
"lick?"
Aqin didn't know the origin of this word. She raised her head and looked at Jia Lian in surprise, then her face turned red as fat and her watery eyes looked at Jia Lian angrily, "You are really bad. You can't lick others if you say that.
It’s just Mr. Licking alone..."
Jia Lian stood dumbly.
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If Wang Xifeng hadn't counted the time and asked Xiang Ling to pick him up, Jia Lian would probably have stayed in Dongkuoyuan.
After returning home, I saw Wang Xifeng taking Ping'er, Xiaohong and other maids to tidy up the interior, clearing out all the unimportant things and placing them elsewhere.
She looked so angry that she was obviously trying to make room for money.
Jia Lian smiled and asked: "I remember the last time I asked you to pick something from the master's study. Among them was a silk painting of Ruihe by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. Where did you put it?"
Jia She collected so many things that the whole study room was full and there was no room for them, so he even brought a dozen boxes to store them.
The total number is at least two to three hundred pieces.
Although most of them are vulgar things, there are also some treasures.
Although Jia Lian didn't like it, but thinking that it could be used as gifts in the future, he picked out a very small part and let Wang Xifeng keep it.
"Why are you asking this?"
"You find it first..."
Jia Lian saw that Xiang Ling and Qing Wen had prepared things, so he followed them to take a bath first.
When she came out of the shower, Wang Xifeng had tidied herself up, and she also changed into a pair of close-fitting clothes, ready to rest.
Seeing Jia Lian come in, she took a picture scroll from the cabinet and asked, "Is this the picture you are talking about?"
Jia Lian took a look and nodded, and then Wang Xifeng said cautiously: "When you gave me these things, you promised they were for me. What are you going to do with them now?"
Although Wang Xifeng doesn't know how to draw, she knows that this thing is worth a lot of money.
Jia Lian glanced at her and said, "Today, in order to help me build momentum, the prince promised me three thousand taels to give him a manuscript of a poem.
If he brings money and I don't accept it, it will be a disgrace to him.
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If he accepts it, he will inevitably feel that he has suffered a loss at the hands of his subordinates.
Do you understand?"
"Isn't he King Beijing? Why is there something about the Crown Prince here?"
Most of today's events were heard by Jia Zheng from the mouth of the chief historian of the Prince's Palace in Beijing. He did not know the details, so people in the palace could only know the general outline.
For Wang Xifeng and others, the name Prince was too big, so they were a little shocked.
Fortunately, now that she was used to being shocked by Jia Lian, she quickly calmed down, thought about it, and looked like she suddenly realized:
"What you mean is that you are going to send this painting to the prince. In this way, you don't have to worry about offending the prince. And the prince will not feel that he has suffered a loss in your hands after receiving such a precious thing. He will
Would you be willing to sell your favor?
Even since then, you have developed a friendship with the prince??"
Jia Lian smiled and saw Wang Xifeng cuddling up to her, so he hit her on the forehead and scolded her with a smile: "Sure enough, you are not too stupid with your melon head.
But friendship is out of the question.
With my status, it is not convenient for me to get too close to the prince.
However, it is okay not to be attached to the prince, but you must not offend him or make him think that he feels unhappy at all, do you understand?"
When someone reaches the status of a prince, not everyone is qualified to give him gifts.
And three thousand taels of silver is neither too much nor too little. It is probably the output of one or two imperial palaces in the prince's residence for a whole year!
The prince was so proud at that time that he promised to give him three thousand taels with a wave of his hand. Afterwards he would inevitably feel that the deal was not a good deal.
And with his status, even if he is unhappy, he will not break his promise...
This is the contradiction, so Jia Lian gave these famous paintings as gifts. The value of this kind of thing is not fixed. It is priceless in the hands of people who like it, but in the hands of ordinary people, it is just a picture scroll.
Therefore, after the prince received it, he would only feel that Jia Lian was a good person, and would not feel that he was being despised, nor would he feel "at a disadvantage" anymore.
Wang Xifeng nodded in understanding, feeling once again that the gap between him and Jia Lian had widened a bit.
She didn't know how to get along with people like the prince as Jia Lian.
However, seeing that Jia Lian has the city in mind, she is too lazy to worry about it. In short, as long as the unscrupulous person does not take it out and throw it away, she will naturally not be reluctant to part with it.
With her intelligence, she naturally knew that as long as Jia Lian's official career was prosperous, he would not worry about having no wealth in the future. The Jia family's two houses had been glorious for nearly a hundred years, and they did not rely on several generations of ancestors working as officials outside.
The reason for the decline in the past ten years is not because no one in the family is a high-ranking official in the court!
From this point of view, the heartless person really did not lie. Maybe he will be able to restore the glory of their ancestors in the future and make himself the legitimate head of the Grand Palace...
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel excited, and leaned closer and closer to Jia Lian.
Realizing that Jia Lian's hand was crawling along her middle coat, she patted it lightly, held Jia Lian's hand to prevent it from moving, and then said: "By the way, I came from my wife's house before, and Yingchun and the others asked me how I had passed.
Can we celebrate your birthday on two days?
I looked at them as if they wanted to celebrate your birthday, but I didn't reply to them. I'll talk about it later."
"The elder just died, so naturally we can't do anything.
But it won’t be a problem if we set up two tables in the courtyard and invite Yingchun and the others to come over and play.”
"Well, that's what I think too. Then should you ask for leave or come back early?"
"There's no need to ask for leave for this. Just help me organize it. I'll just come back early after midnight."
"Hmm~"
Wang Xifeng still wanted to think about what she had to say to Jia Lian. She realized that Jia Lian had gone too far and untied all her clothes, so she spat: "It's not the time at dusk... You are so messy again, like what? Who can stand it?"
you."
Jia Lian chuckled: "You really can't stand it?"
Wang Xifeng remained silent.
"I really can't stand it. Isn't there Ping'er?"
Wang Xifeng had known that Jia Lian would say this, so she pinched his waist hard when she heard this.
Jia Lian laughed loudly, put him down on the couch, and said with a smile: "With such a strong man, you can just have fun, and why are you pretending?"