novelonline Chapter 401 The Ominous Man
Chapter 401 The Ominous Man
Chapter 401 The Ominous Man
On the corridor, two figures stood one behind the other, and there was another silence.
Miaoyu stared at the young man with a pair of crystal clear eyes, and her voice was as clear as broken jade, trembling slightly, "These...how did you know?"
Jia Heng's face was calm, looking at Miaoyu, who was shining with sparkles in her bright eyes, and said: "So I didn't intend to stir up your sadness, it's just that someone with unknown origin entered the mansion, I always have to investigate."
Said, handed over a handkerchief.
Miao Yuyu's face trembled slightly, meeting those gentle eyes, she reached out to take it in a daze.
Jia Heng turned around and looked beyond the green wall, his tone was no longer as oppressive as before, but a little bit relaxed, and he said in a deep voice: "Your father suffered disaster because of offending Prince Zhongshun, and King Zhongshun has many disputes with me. , You have heard about it in the mansion, so I have no objection to you avoiding disaster in the mansion."
Miaoyu pursed her lips, heard the words, and stared at the young man standing with his hands behind his back.
Jia Heng said: "Similarly, I have no objection to the friendship between you and the fourth younger sister, but I hope you can be a good teacher and helpful friend."
Two eccentric and indifferent people huddle together to keep warm, and after a long time, they think in narrow places.
After Jia Heng finished speaking, he stopped talking.
Miaoyu stared at the young man who was facing her side, thinking about the young man's words in her heart, and remained silent.
At that time, the twilight was all together, and at the end of the Shen Dynasty, the sky dyed red by the sunset glow, like the ink sky gradually eroded the sunset light, and only the faint light fell on the earth, reflecting on the towering eyebrows and the pillar-like on the bridge of the nose.
On the other hand, half of the boy's sharp-edged face floats and sinks in the vast shadows, casting a layer of quiet and mysterious charm on it, like a sculpture.
Miaoyu's eyes under the slender brows clearly reflected the severe face, and suddenly felt that her heart had missed a beat, she quickly picked up the handkerchief, and gently wiped the tears on her cheeks, after a while, the handkerchief Twist gently in the hand.
Because of his obsession with cleanliness, he has never used someone else's handkerchief, which is still a man's property.
"I will enlighten her from time to time." Miaoyu remained silent for a while, her face returned to calm, her voice was clear and sweet like a stream of broken jade, and after thinking about it, she added: "Let her think in an open place."
Hearing this, Jia Heng turned to look at Miaoyu, and said with a faint smile, "If so, there must be Mrs. Lao Miaoyu."
Miaoyu pursed her pink lips lightly, heard the name of the teacher, met the young man's dull and cold smile, lowered her eyes slightly, and said: "My father..."
In the end, he hesitated to speak, but he didn't know how to speak.
Jia Heng pondered for a moment, then said: "It's not too late to talk about the past when Miss Miaoyu wants to talk about it."
If Miaoyu's father, Chang Jin of Suzhou weaving company, said that he was a clean and honest official, he would not dare to say so.
After all, just by looking at the tea sets used by Miaoyu, one can see the background of her family wealth. Among them, Miaoyu once said to Baoyu, "This is a common utensil? I'm not talking crazy, I'm afraid your family may not be able to find it. Such a vulgar thing."
Of course, it is also possible that Miaoyu's family has many generations of famous eunuchs, and it is unknown how much savings they have.
Jia Heng said: "If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."
Miaoyu gave a "hmm" and watched the young man turn around and leave along the corridor, until he disappeared near the Moon Gate.
Just thinking of the scene of the conversation with the boy just now, the white teeth bit her lips tightly, and for a moment, her heart was intertwined with shame and trembling, and the handkerchief in her palm was already tightly clenched... water came out.
At that time, in Xichun's house, Ruhua and the little girl Cai'er were laying out the food brought from the back kitchen on a carved lacquered wooden table, and suddenly looked strangely at the man who was covering his face with a handkerchief and hurried into the wing room. Xichun called out in surprise, "Girl, you are..."
Xichun ignored Cai'er and Ruhua, ran into the inner room quickly, lay down on the embroidered couch, covered herself with a quilt, and sobbed softly.
After a while, I calmed down, got up, wiped away my tears, as if nothing had happened.
"Girl, it's time to eat." Ruhua called in a low voice, frowned, and moved his lips: "Girl...are you okay?"
"What can I do?" Xichun frowned and said in a cold voice, sitting in front of the round table, holding the chopsticks and using the food, and said softly: "Let the kitchen cook tomorrow not be too bland."
Entering the painting, I was surprised and happy when I heard the words, and said: "Girl, I said that it is not good to eat too light food when you are growing up. Just now, it is a pity that Master Heng didn't stay for dinner. If you see it, you should get angry." , the girl forgot about the egg custard last time?"
"It turned out that Master Miaoyu was here, and he didn't want to offend her with a foul smell." Xichun said softly.
But Miaoyu stood in the corridor for a while, in a trance, until the cold wind came down, she felt a strange discomfort between her legs, she frowned, called the little girl, went to say hello to Xichun, and went back to her place Living in the courtyard.
After Miaoyu moved into the Ning Mansion, she saw that she had made a pact with Xichun, and under Qin Keqing's orders, she lived in another quiet courtyard next to Xichun's courtyard, and often went to Rong Mansion to discuss Buddhism with Mrs. Wang.
Inside the Xuan room, the lights were bright, Miaoyu sat in the wing room, her jade face under Miaochang's bun was like frost, she looked down at the Buddhist scriptures, but couldn't calm down for a while, she picked up a brush and wrote a beautiful line on the yellow paper The small characters: "If you want to clean He Zengjie, the clouds may not be empty."
Concentrating on it, the ink from the brush fell down suddenly, staining the paper instantly, just like Yi Ren's body and mind.
"Amitabha."
Miaoyu's flustered and frightened eyes were covered by a bunch of curled eyelashes, she put down her brush, and softly said the Buddha's name, showing a complex expression of shyness, bewilderment, and confusion on her white jade-like face.
"The master said to wait for the opportunity... Should it be on him?" Miaoyu raised her eyes to look at the candlestick, a cluster of flickering candle flames was reflected in her eyes, she was restless, so she wanted to help herself with a divination. Gua.
"At this moment, my mind is restless, and it is difficult to divination. I wait to take a bath and change clothes, then burn incense and pray."
"Girl, the hot water is ready." At this moment, a little girl came over and called out in a low voice.
Miaoyu has always been obsessed with cleanliness, even in winter, she bathes almost every two days, and in summer, she bathes almost once a day.
As a matter of fact, Miaoyu stayed in the Muni courtyard, and under the premise that her teacher had passed away, her usual diet and daily life could no longer support the exquisite life of this official lady, and she continued to pawn gold and silver utensils.
This is also the reason why he lived in Jia's mansion after receiving the invitation from Mrs. Wang, and not only was he able to take care of him.
It can be said that according to the original book, the Jia family hardly let Miaoyu, who lives in the Changcui Temple, worry about daily expenses.
Miaoyu waved her hand to let the little girl back down, and walked slowly into the inner room, the thick curtain fell from the golden hook behind her, and circled around a screen, the tub was steaming with steam, and the aroma was pungent.
After removing the outer clothes and inner clothes, the shaved shoulders and snowy back appeared under the orange light, and reflected on the glass screen, the figure was graceful and exquisite, with concave and convex.
Miaoyu lowered her eyes, all she could see was smooth and clean, as if she had been shaved, she couldn't help frowning, her eyes were dim, and a feeling of irritability surged in her heart.
She was born to be an ominous person...
The so-called, even if there is a thousand-year-old iron threshold, there must be a... soil steamed bun.
With a complex feeling in her heart, Miaoyu stepped over the bamboo table with her tender feet, and entered the bathtub with the sound of "crashing".
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But he said, Jia Heng left Xichun Courtyard, and after walking for a short time, when he returned to the inner hall, he saw Qingwen, who was in a green vest with pinched teeth, walking quickly.
"Young master, I was just looking for you. Grandma Zhu's maid, Biyue, is here to look for you." Qing Wen approached, and said charmingly.
Jia Heng nodded and said: "I was planning to go there, where is she?"
At this time, after walking a few steps, he saw Biyue who had heard the movement outside the house and came out through the curtain.
Biyue was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, when she saw Jia Heng, she hurriedly saluted with a shy expression.
"Master, my grandma has prepared food and wine at home, and is waiting for my uncle to pass by."
Jia Heng pondered and said, "Let's go."
To a widow, for the sake of her son's future, to invite him to be her caretaker...
That's why he didn't refuse.
In Rongguo Mansion, the courtyard where Li Wan lives, the lights have already been turned on in the wing rooms, and there are people walking around, talking in a low voice.
Li Wan was wearing a light green dress with a light yellow daisy embroidered on the collar. He was wearing a peach heart bun, wearing a blue beaded hairpin, and a mop on his forehead. There was no other decoration. She has a white and greasy face without makeup, and sits in the side room with the maid Suyun, arranging the dishes.
Jia Lan, who was wearing a stone-blue round-neck shirt, was sitting behind a long lacquered wooden table, reading a book with the lamp on.
Even though it was the fifth day of the new year, when thousands of families were celebrating, Jia Lan still did not dare to slack off to review her homework under the guidance of Li Wan, a "loving mother".
Suyun put down a pair of chopsticks on the porcelain bowl, and said softly: "Grandma, this Uncle Heng is so busy, why don't you come later?"
Li Wanxiu frowned, put away the jug and wine cup, and said: "He is a trustworthy person, and since he asked Sanya to come and inform him, he will definitely not break the appointment."
Recalling that when they first met, that Uncle Heng also borrowed two books from Lang Geer, and she went home to ask for them, and when she saw the couplet, she still had an impression of what was written on it.
"Family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, care about everything, the sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, and the sound of reading."
However, it has only been so long, and the young man who was born in a humble and cold alley has become a respected and respected Master Heng in both the East and West.
I have to sigh, the mystery of life.
Just as Li Wan was thinking about it, a little girl's voice suddenly came from outside, "Grandma, Master Heng is here."
"Brother Lan, your Uncle Heng is here, follow me to meet you." Li Wan called out softly with joy on his face.
"Hey." Jia Lan hurriedly responded, put down the book in his hand, and there was also joy on his pretty face.
He had been hungry for a while, and smelling the aroma of the food, he felt hunger and thirst in his stomach, and staring in his eyes.
It can be regarded as coming...
Li Wan and Jia Lan came out of the wing room and stood under the eaves, seeing the tall and handsome young man beside Bi Yue who was holding a lantern, they called out, "Brother Heng, you are here."
Jia Lan on the side, like a little adult, cupped his hands and called, "Uncle Heng."
Seeing the mother and son welcoming them under the eaves, Jia Heng nodded and apologized: "I kept my sister-in-law waiting for so long."
Hearing the address of "sister-in-law", Li Wan was startled for a moment, and immediately realized that the smile on the elegant and beautiful jade face did not diminish, and he said softly: "Not long, just a while."
Jia Heng turned to look at Jia Lan, and said with a smile: "Brother Lang, it looks like he's running around again compared to last time, it's almost the same for a few days."
Jalan felt a little embarrassed.
Greetings, entered the hall.
It is still the pattern of the outer hall and the inner compartment. The hall is separated by two screens. It is spacious and elegant.
Blue and white porcelain vases were placed on the high tables on both sides, and several calligraphy and paintings hung on the surrounding walls. Jia Heng didn't look at it much, and sat down on a nanmu armchair.
Suyun offered tea.
Li Wan smiled, and said: "It turns out that because of Lan Ge'er's studies, I have always wanted to invite Brother Heng to be my host, but Brother Heng is busy with official duties, and they only have a few days of Chinese New Year, so they finally have some free time."
Jia Heng said: "Sister-in-law is too polite, Brother Lang is the seed of study in our clan, and it is my patriarch's wish to cultivate him into a talent."
These are all formulaic statements.
As he spoke, Jia Heng looked at Jia Lan who was at the side, and asked with concern, "Brother Lang, where did you read the Four Books and Five Classics?"
Jia Lan didn't dare to neglect, and said in a crisp voice, "Uncle Heng, now I have read Mencius."
Jia Heng nodded and said, "Did the school say when the imperial examinations will end?"
When Jia Lan heard this, she felt a little shy. She glanced at her mother and said in a low voice, "The teacher said, I'm afraid it will take two or three years."
Jia Heng smiled and said in relief: "Then learn slowly, don't worry, you are still young."
Then, he asked about Jia Lan's situation in the school, his relationship with his classmates, his diet and daily life.
Li Wan smiled and sat gracefully without interjecting, quietly watching the conversation between his uncle and nephew.
"Grandma, the dishes are all ready." At this time, Suyun whispered.
"Brother Heng, do you think we should eat first? Otherwise, the food will be cold later." Li Wanyu paused for a moment, and could only interrupt the conversation between his uncle and nephew, and said softly.
Jia Heng smiled and said: "That's right, I guess Lan'er is starving, sister-in-law will also let Lan'er eat something next time."
As he spoke, he stood up and followed Jia Lan and Li Wan into the small hall.
All kinds of dishes were placed on the round table, full of them.
Jia Heng said: "Sister-in-law, this is too rich."
Li Wan looked a little embarrassed, smiled lightly, and said: "It's a common meal, it's hard to say that it's a delicacy, and Brother Heng laughed."
Suyun laughed at the side and said, "Master, our grandma cooked it herself."
Jia Heng's complexion changed, and he said, "Sister-in-law...too much trouble."
Hearing this, Li Wan glanced at Suyun at the side, and said in a soft voice, "Don't listen to this girl's talkativeness, she just cooked a few dishes, I don't know if Brother Heng is used to it."
Li Wan was sometimes worried that his son was not eating well, especially after Jia Lan went to school, every time he came back from the holidays, Li Wan would cook a few dishes, and the unfamiliar cooking skills were gradually practiced.
Under Li Wan's call, Jia Heng took a seat at the round table, stopped and picked up the chopsticks.
The maid Suyun at the side stepped forward and poured wine with her head bowed.
Li Wan explained: "Brother Heng, there is food but no wine, so there is a lot less."
Jia Heng smiled and said, "Actually, I don't drink a lot, I just want to be more casual as usual."
Li Wan nodded and said: "I didn't try to persuade you to drink, but I was just preparing. Brother Heng can drink as much as he sees."
Having said that, in fact, I don't really want the boy opposite to drink, otherwise I will really get drunk here.
Jia Heng looked at Jia Lan, who was holding chopsticks and didn't seem to pick up vegetables very much, and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Lan, if you are hungry, just eat."
Jalan said "hmm".
Jia Heng picked up the chopsticks, picked up a chopsticks of green vegetables and put them in Jia Lan's bowl, and said softly: "Brother Lang, eat more, he is growing taller."
"Thank you Uncle Heng." Jia Lan thanked him.
Seeing this scene, Li Wan smiled, picked up his chopsticks and said, "Brother Heng can also eat."
Jia Heng also lowered his head and ate the food, eating with Li Wan. Even if the topic was, it basically revolved around Jia Lan, and the other things were not easy to extend. This in itself was the intention of Li Wan's banquet.
After dinner, Jia Heng and Li Wan drank tea and talked, while Jia Lan wrote with a brush.
"Sister-in-law, is uncle still in the Jinling Imperial College?" Jia Heng raised the teacup in his hand and asked.
"Father retired in two or three years, and now he lives away in Jinling, and a letter came a few years ago." Li Wan said softly.
Jia Heng nodded, and said: "I see that Lan'er is talented and hardworking. If she can take the imperial examination well, I think our clan can also produce a number one scholar, Hanlin or something."
Hearing this, Li Wan felt a little happy in his heart, but said in his mouth: "Hanlin dare not count on it. Brother Lang can win a Jinshi, and I can also explain to his father who has gone."
When Jia Heng heard this, his smile faded away, and he said solemnly: "Brother Zhu is a pity, he was also the seed of Wenhua, alas..."
Li Wan Yurong also showed sorrow, and sighed softly.
Jia Heng didn't want to say much, but he focused on Jia Lan again, saying: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, if Lan'er is going to the imperial examination, the clan will definitely support her, and I will take care of it."
Hearing this, Li Wan also turned his mind, looked at the young man opposite, and said, "Thank you Brother Heng."
In fact, she was still worried that because of her mother-in-law's disagreement with this Uncle Heng, she would hinder her family Lan'er again, either to suppress or not to take care of her, to support other concubines in the clan, and to neglect her family's Lan'er. she……
Jia Heng talked to Li Wan again, glanced at the sky, and said softly: "Sister-in-law, it's getting late, you and Lan Geer should rest earlier, and Lan Geer shouldn't let him stay up late for too long Oh, I broke my eyes, it's not a joke."
Hearing this, Li Wan glanced at Jia Lan, then got up, looked at the young man opposite, and said, "Well, then I'll send Brother Heng off."
Jia Heng paused, and said: "No need to give it away, just give me a lantern."
Next time he comes out, he should carry the lantern with him.
Li Wan still sent it to the eaves of the corridor, watching Jia Heng's lights disappearing at the corner of the corridor.
When Jia Heng left, Li Wan turned back to the wing room, looked at the room that suddenly became empty again, dispelled the cold and cheerless thoughts from the bottom of his heart, pursed his lips, and looked at Jia Lan who was beside him. Written by my son.
"Lan Er, rest, don't hurt your eyes." Recalling what the young man said just now, Li Wan said softly.
Jia Lan let out a "hmm" and put the brush aside.
He has written seven or eight large-character articles since the afternoon, and his arms are sore from writing.
At this time, Suyun and Biyue came over and put away the pen and ink.
"Grandma, it's time to rest." At this time, Suyun whispered.
"En." Li Wan responded softly, came to the dressing table, and under the service of Suyun and Biyue, took off the hairpin on her head and loosened her bun.
Li Wan looked at Zhang Shaohua's faded face reflected in the mirror, without charm, raised his eyes to look at the night outside the Xuan window, and sighed faintly.
Winter nights are never long...
(End of this chapter)