novelonline Chapter 107 Qingwen: Is that what you mean, son?
Chapter 107 Qingwen: Is that what you mean, son?
Chapter 107 Qingwen: Is that what you mean, son?
In Daming Palace——
Emperor Chongping was silent when he heard the words, and asked, "What do you think of Elder Yang Ge?"
Yang Guochang pondered for a moment, then said in a Cang voice: "The national meritorious titles are inherited in an orderly manner, the previous imperial decree and grace have been issued, but Jia Heng Chen's resignation is on the surface, the Holy Majesty may decide on the inheritance of the title of Ningguo earlier, so as to reassure people's hearts and calm the rumors. "
What this means is that no matter which way Emperor Chongping chooses to deal with it, he should make a decision early, otherwise it will cause the so-called dispute of etiquette and righteousness among the sons and daughters, and then extend the dispute between the sons and sons back then, which will be a disaster instead.
Facing Emperor Chongping's gaze, Li Zan cupped his hands and said, "I also thought that the decision should be made early in the morning."
Emperor Chongping pondered for a while, and said: "I'll call Jia Heng first, then we can talk about it."
He also wanted to meet the boy and listen to what he had to say.
"Dai Quan, you..." Emperor Chongping said, glanced at Dai Quan's face, and said: "You tell Jia Heng to enter the palace later, and you go down to have lunch first."
Xu Shicai's sincere words on the "Cijue Biao" touched the emperor today, and he was much more lenient to the slaves not far away than usual.
"Thank you, my lord, this old servant will let someone pass on the word of mouth." Hearing the words of the emperor, Dai Quan was overjoyed, and thought to himself, his vivid performance just now was not in vain.
But there is one thing to say, this Jia Ziyu memorial table is really written... straight to the heart, even if you just read it, you will feel a little bit sad.
Dai Quan went to deliver the oral order, but the monarch and his ministers were not interested in arguing.
The main reason is that Emperor Chongping was also indecisive, and the words of Yang and Li Erchen had their own reasons.
Emperor Chongping simply waved his hand, and asked several cabinet ministers to go back to the palace to be on duty first, and think quietly by himself.
Several cabinet ministers bowed and bowed to leave, and they left the Daming Palace, still discussing about playing the watch.
For example, He Juncheng, the scholar of the Wenhua Palace, and the minister of the Ministry of Rites, has even memorized the memorial form, obviously feeling that it is not only the emperor's benevolent government, but also the contribution of his enlightenment after he became the official of the Ministry of Rites.
In the Daming Palace, Emperor Chongping was holding a watch in his hand, concentrating on the young man in the blue shirt, holding up the teacup at the side, thinking: "Wait a minute, why don't you ask Jia Heng."
The emperor was indecisive, thinking that what Yang and Li said were reasonable, but in fact he was inclined towards Li Zan, but he was still not settled. He always felt that, as Yang Guochang said, this was the beginning of chaos.
And there is another key issue, the Wu Xun Group will oppose it.
Jia Heng left Ningguo Mansion here, and did not go home for a while, but ate a bowl of wonton noodles at a noodle shop near Ningrong Street.
Since the morning, he hasn't eaten a single grain of rice, and he has entered Jia's house twice, and he was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back.
After finishing the pasta and paying the money, he left home with a Shi Shiran expression.
Because, according to the calculation of time, it was time for Dai Quan to enter the palace in a hurry to hand over the memorial table to Emperor Chongping.
He also went back to take a rest for a while, maybe there was another fight.
When Jia Heng came to the courtyard, Qingwen was drying clothes and dresses. When she heard the movement, she turned her head in surprise and said, "Ah, son, didn't you go to Ning with grandma?"
"I'm coming back first, and I'll go there in the evening." Jia Heng smiled and said.
"My lord, just now the old lady in the West Mansion and the housekeeper Lin from the front came to look for you. Several people were in a hurry and asked where the lord had gone. I thought there was nothing good to do, so I didn't tell them. As a result... Bi'er was quick to talk.' Qingwen rolled up her sleeves, exposing Bai Shengsheng's lotus arms, stood on tiptoe, and draped her clothes.
"My lord, they have nothing to do with you, right?" Qingwen asked.
Jia Heng said: "It's nothing, but it's nothing good."
"Let me just say, Bi'er's little hoof..." Qingwen seemed to realize something as she spoke, she covered her mouth with her hand, and said softly, "My lord..."
Jia Heng smiled and didn't say much, but asked, "How do you wash your own clothes?"
Qingwen said softly: "It's useless to take care of idlers any more. Just these two pieces of my clothes have been washed and folded neatly. If one day... they will be cleaner when they are worn."
Talking, talking, for some reason, my nose suddenly became a little pantothenic.
If she leaves one day, she will bring a furoshiki to wrap all these clean clothes, yes, and that hairpin...
Jia Heng's eyes flickered, and he said warmly: "What's the matter, this is?"
"The wind dazzled the eyes." Qingwen raised her wet hand, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, said softly, and turned her head to look at the young man in the green shirt with a smile on her face, with stubborn brows and eyes.
Facing those bright eyes, Jia Heng was silent for a while, went to the wooden basin filled with clear water to wash the handles, sighed, and said in a gentle voice: "There are a lot of new marriages in these two days, and I promised to teach you how to read, but I also broke my promise." Yes, in fact, I feel quite sorry."
Saying that, looking at Qingwen, who was trembling delicately, without thinking too much, she bent down to take a piece of clothing from another wooden basin, and said with a smile, "Tonight, when I come back from the Qin Mansion, I always have to wear it." It takes half an hour to teach you how to read, Madam also said in the room yesterday, we can't give up halfway to learn how to read."
When Qingwen heard the words, her face was startled, her face suddenly changed, she was ashamed and anxious, and said: "My lord, you can't do it, you can't do it."
How can the young master do such rough work and even help her hang clothes?
Jia Heng looked back at Qingwen, smiled slightly and said, "You know, I'm not a spoiled young man. Before you came over, I usually washed my own clothes."
As he spoke, he stretched out the clothes and was about to put them on the clothesline. Knowing that there was something different, his face paused, his eyes quickly moved away, and he murmured, "You said, this yard is too narrow, and there is no A clothes rack or something."
Qing Wenfang's heart trembled, she was ashamed and annoyed, she stomped her feet, grabbed the emerald green embroidered red peony bellyband, and said angrily: "My lord, this is my daughter's personal clothing, why do you..."
At this moment, Qingwen only felt her heart pounding, but before she could finish her words, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. Thoughts for no reason.
Now, are the clothes still clean and clean?
Jia Heng saw Qingwen Liuye's slender eyebrows raised, Lirui's cheeks were tender and angry, instead of the "embarrassment" just now, her eyes smiled warmly.
This kind of thing, as long as you are not embarrassed, it is never only other people who are embarrassed.
"You don't say anything, how would I know, well, a yellow-haired girl, how can there be so many defenses between men and women, so quickly put on the clothes." Jia Heng said carelessly, picked up a dress and put it on. On the clothesline.
Qingwen's cheeks were blushing when Jia Heng said it, what a brat, she... Bah, she didn't say it.
However, after Jia Heng made such a cross, Qing Wen's feeling of coldness and sourness in her heart disappeared.
Jia Heng clapped her hands, looked at Qingwen, and said with a smile, "Okay, it's over."
Now he is thinking about a problem, the yard is really too small, although the place where his family members hang clothes is covered by screen walls and pomegranate trees, if someone looks sideways, they can vaguely see the clothes drying.
This……
Not to mention receiving guests on weekdays, it was a disaster.
In fact, this is also the past few days. For example, Han Hui, Yu Zhen, Song Yuan and others knew about the embarrassment of his living environment, so they only came to sit down for a while on the wedding day, drank two glasses of water and wine, and did not come to visit him afterwards The reason.
Otherwise, the women's relatives would have nowhere to hide.
"Son of Heaven, too, win people's hearts, can't even a corporal know how to be courteous and virtuous? It's better to give him a mansion. If this goes on like this, who will give you advice?" Jia Heng secretly slandered.
Of course, on second thought, maybe the emperor is not to blame, when he was given twenty bolts of silk at the beginning, maybe he was thinking of giving him a title, and this thing came automatically.
"Forget it, you can't count on the emperor. The manuscript of the Three Kingdoms should have been printed. After a few more days, even if you want to advance some money to Hanmozhai, you have to change the house." Jia Heng thought.
And at this time, Qingwen suddenly said in a low voice in embarrassment: "Young master, you... where are you looking?"
She pursed her lips and said, her cheeks were glowing like clouds, this time even her earlobes were red, she put down the wooden basin, and went into the house.
It turned out that just now Jia Heng was engrossed in thought for a while, his gaze was just dazed, and it happened to fall on the front of Qingwen's lotus-colored skirt.
Because of the previous incident, Qingwen will naturally think of him.
Jia Heng turned around, his eyes moved silently, as warm as jade.
This kind of thing is getting darker and darker, and there is no need to deliberately explain it.
After pausing for a while, he turned around and entered the study room, ready to drink a cup of fragrant tea, close his eyes and rest his mind.
Just when she picked up the teapot, there was a sudden change. Qingwen stared at herself with a pair of bright eyes, holding a pouch in her hand, and put it on the desk, "Here."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jia Heng to say anything, Water Snake twisted her waist and went to the next room.
Jia Heng looked down, picked up the purse, the stitches were fine, the embroidery was exquisite, and he said with a smile: "This embroidery pattern, the craftsmanship is not much better than that of the female workers of the court's clothing bureau."
And Qing Wen, who pricked up her ears to listen to the commotion next door, snorted softly, and said: "Young Master, what you said is as if you have seen a female celebrity in the palace."
Last night, the husband and wife shared the couch and talked quietly at night, but Qingwen didn't know about it.
Therefore, I don't know that the palace gave the silk silk. Of course, there was so much movement in Jia Heng's room in the second half of the night, but I could hear the melodious singing of Yingying clearly.
Jia Heng smiled lightly, knowing that after what happened just now, Qingwen's perception of him had somewhat changed, and the admiration for seeing her father and brother had diminished a lot, and the charming and savage temperament in her original temperament naturally took over. upper hand.
However, at this moment, the maid Bi'er's voice came from the courtyard, "My lord, there is someone outside who claims to be an angel in the palace, and he said that it is right that the current majesty called you into the palace."
Qingwen: "..."
Jia Heng picked up the tea, took a sip, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, I'll have a sip of tea, tie up my purse, and let's go."
In the next room, Qingwen's beautiful face was flushed with rouge, and her heart was filled with embarrassment and unspeakable tremors.
The angels in the palace have to wait for the young master to put on the purse she embroidered herself...
That's what you mean, sir?
One more chapter.
(End of this chapter)