The Red Mansions

Chapter 653 Miaoyu: Master Heng, I am a monk

Chapter 653 Miao Yu: Master Heng, I... I am a monk

Ningguo Mansion, backyard, in the inner hall

After the family banquet, everyone sat down to drink tea and talk.

At this moment, Fengwan, Sichun, Yunxiu, Chaidai, and Youshi sisters, together with the maids of each house, the house is filled with peach blossoms, willows and green, pearls and jades, just like a colorful garden.

When Jia's mother asked about Jia Heng's various experiences of leading troops to Henan to quell the chaos and Huai'an to fight floods after leaving Beijing, everyone was dazzled and sighed with emotion.

Jia Heng talked for a while, took a sip from the teacup, moistened his throat, and then looked at Jia Mu, smiled and said: "Old lady, I met the clansman of Jinling Twelfth House in Huai'an Mansion earlier."

Mother Jia looked surprised, and asked, "The people from the Twelve Houses of Jinling, how did they get to Huai'an Mansion?"

Jia Heng said: "There are floods in the Jianghuai River, and the city of Huai'an is short of grain. They saw this as an opportunity to make money, so they shipped a batch of grain from Jinling to Huai'an Mansion. They wanted to sell high-priced grain, but my men caught it right away."

As he said that, he briefly introduced the previous situation that happened in Huai'an Mansion.

Tell Jia Mu in advance that someone from the south of the province will sue him in front of Jia Mu, and say nothing about the feelings of the same clan.

After listening to what Jia Heng said, the smile lines on her old face gradually disappeared, and she said: "Brother Heng, you did a good job in this matter. Our family has suffered from the country's grace, and the national crisis is imminent. We can't do such ignorant people." The thing is, Jinling is far away, no one is restraining it, and it has become more and more unremarkable over the years."

The others listened and echoed in agreement.

Jia Heng said: "Don't be angry, old lady, just tell the old lady, we are a family like us, outsiders are always watching, the children of the clan need to be more cautious in their daily actions, and we can't let people find mistakes and make use of them."

Jia Mu smiled and said, "Brother Heng said that you control the people in Beijing. I don't worry about it. Jinling doesn't take care of it. Lin Zhixiao's family, you send some stewards to Jinling to watch. Send a letter to Jingli if you have anything to do."

Lin Zhixiao's family responded with a smile, and said: "Old lady, don't worry, I'll send someone to take a look."

Jia Mu smiled, changed the subject, and asked, "Brother Heng, I heard people say that you also discovered a big gold mine in Henan, with a million taels of gold?"

During this period of time, news from Beijing and China gathered all kinds of movements of Jia Heng in Henan, and through relatives, even Jia's mother heard something.

Facing everyone's eyes, Jia Heng said: "There are millions of taels of gold that have been explored near Luoyang, but they are not excavated all at once. It will take many years to fully dig them out."

Sister Feng's eyes sparkled, and she said with a smile, "Old Ancestor, isn't this one million taels of gold a golden mountain?"

"This mine is on the mountain, it really is a gold mountain." Aunt Xue said with a smile.

Everyone watched with delight as they talked.

Baochai looked at the calm and soft-spoken young man with moist almond eyes.

Mother Jia said with emotion: "You went to Henan this time, saying that you were going to quell the chaos, but after the quelling of the chaos, you did a lot of other things and made a lot of contributions to the court. No wonder you were promoted to the title in the palace."

Jia Heng said lightly: "It's just doing my duty as a courtier."

Jia Mu smiled, and didn't continue to talk, but instead mentioned something, and said with a smile: "During the time you were away from home, the garden at home is almost finished."

Sister Feng smiled and said: "The pavilions have been repaired in sevens and eighties, and people are transplanting trees in the garden. If Brother Heng is free these two days, let's check the books."

The gardens repaired by Rongning and Ningxia began to break ground in the first lunar month, and half a year passed in a blink of an eye, and most of the work was completed.

The former Grand View Garden has gradually emerged.

Jia Heng nodded at Sister Feng, and said: "The palace is on holiday for a few days, I'll find time to take a look."

Mother Jia turned her head to look at Yuan Chun, Tan Chun and other little girls who were looking at Jia Heng with a smile, and said with a smile: "Brother Heng, they haven't seen you for a while, wait a minute , you sisters are talking together, I am also tired right now, go back and rest first, Yuanyang."

Yuanyang smiled and said "hey" and helped Jiamu.

Qin Keqing smiled and said, "Old lady, it's still early, why don't you sit down for a while?"

Jia Mu laughed and said, "I'm relieved when Brother Heng comes back. I'm tired now, so I should take a rest."

When Qin Keqing heard the words, she could only say: "Then I'll see the old lady off."

Then, Jia Mu returned to Rongguo Mansion accompanied by Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, Aunt Xue and others.

After Jia's mother left, Jia Heng looked at several people and asked about their recent situation after leaving Beijing.

Because Yuanchun, Tanchun, and Xiangyun all went to Luoyang and Huai'an mansions, the joy of reunion is a little bit less, and because there are too many people, it is obviously difficult for Chai and Dai to talk alone.

So everyone sat for a while, knowing that Jia Heng was coming back to reunite with Qin Keqing, said a few words, did not stop, and left one after another under Sister Feng's greeting.

On a midsummer night, the bright moon is as bright as silver, and the moonlight is like three feet of horseshoes. Through the window, it shines on the black lacquered wooden table, like gauze and fog. In the courtyard, a few sycamore trees rustle in the evening wind. The sound of the sound, the branches and leaves dance in the hazy moonlight.

Jia Heng returned to the wing room where he usually takes a bath and changes clothes, took off his clothes under Qingwen's service, and was about to go to the bathtub when he was startled suddenly, clearly wrapped by the familiar warm feeling.

Jia Heng's eyes lowered, his clear eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help but reach out and gently lift up a strand of delicate hair hanging from Qingwen's ears. On the petite and exquisite earlobes, the green pearl earrings kept shaking, and under the light, they picked mushrooms. The young girl's expression was focused, but she raised her foggy eyes from time to time to secretly look at the young man's expression.

After a long time, Jia Heng handed over a cup of tea from the side table.

Qingwen took the teacup, gulped it down, her little face was flushed with a slightly seductive look, and her eyes were as bright as silk under the thin brows of willow leaves, and she faltered and said, "Mr. There is no one waiting outside, so I don’t know how I got here?”

Jia Heng smiled lightly, gently raised Qingwen's clean and smooth chin, and said, "I'm busy with business, so I don't have time to think about anything else."

Naturally, there are people waiting on them, Princess Xianning, Yuanchun, Jinyang, it's not easy to explain these things to Qingwen.

While talking, the two of them entered the bathtub, and Qingwen gently wrapped her arms around her neck from behind Jia Heng, pursing her pink lips with white teeth, and said in a low voice: "Did the young master miss me?"

Jia Heng said: "Why didn't you think about it?"

"I thought the young master had forgotten me?" Qingwen pouted and said sullenly.

Jia Heng turned around, hugged Qingwen, and said softly, "How could I forget? Every time I take a bath, I think of my Qingwen."

Qingwen: "..."

Angrily said: "Master, you only think of me when you take a bath?"

Jia Heng said softly: "I usually think about it, what is Qingwen doing at this time? Is she pinching her waist and beating the little maid, or is she practicing copybooks?"

Hearing what Jia Heng said was interesting, Qingwen let out a "Puff", couldn't help laughing, and said, "My lord, I didn't bully the little maid at home, and I'm learning to read and write at home."

Immediately, Tiao turned around, looked fixedly at Jia Heng, and said in a charming voice: "However, I think that even if the young master forgets me, he will not forget that there is grandma at home, and... Miss Bao's? "

Jia Heng smiled and asked, "Sister Xue, what happened to her?"

"When Master is not at home, Miss Bao often comes to accompany grandma." Qingwen said softly.

Jia Heng nodded, and said: "Tanchun and Xiangyun have both left Beijing, and she doesn't have many people to play around in Xifu. It's more lively here, so she should come here."

In the few days since he came back, he will definitely spend more time with Keqing and Baochai, and he can't favor one over another.

Well, I should go see Daiyu when I have time.

Qingwen gave a soft "hmm", leaned her charming face against Jia Heng's arms, and said foolishly, "My lord, I don't know how much people miss you when you go out this time."

In fact, I want to ask, why did the young master not write to her when he wrote letters to the mansion, and made her feel disappointed for a long time.

"Aren't you back now? Well, don't talk about it, let me see if you've lost weight." Jia Heng said softly, pulling Qingwen's snowy shoulders.

Qingwen suddenly felt trembling all over, as if struck by lightning, her delicate body softened all of a sudden, Qiong's nose grunted, her jade cheeks were as red as blood, and her heart was pounding.

After an unknown amount of time, Jia Heng changed into a green shirt and went back to the back room refreshed.

On the bed surrounded by curtains, Qin Keqing was wearing a vermilion low-cut dress with a moth bun like a cloud, and a butterfly gold hairpin was pinned between her temple hair, and she was sewing something in her hands.

Jia Heng approached, sat down beside Li Ren, took Qin Keqing's soft and tender hands, and asked, "What are you sewing? It's so late, be careful not to hurt your eyes."

"Sew two small clothes." Qin Keqing raised her beautiful face, her brows and eyes were full of smiles, like a beautiful lotus.

Jia Heng said: "These days have been hard for you."

Qin Keqing put the small clothes in her hand in the bamboo basket beside her, and said softly, "I'm not exposed to wind or rain at home, so it's not hard work, but my husband, it's hard work outside."

Jia Heng smiled and said: "The palace will let me take a few days off, and I will spend more time with you in these few days."

While the two were talking, Jia Heng glanced at the sky and said, "King, it's getting late, let's rest earlier."

"En." Qin Keqing was slightly ashamed, her cheeks flushed slightly, she responded softly, and suddenly said softly: "Sister Xue talked to me just now, you can go and see her tomorrow."

Jia Heng let out a "hmm", and instead of extending the topic of Baochai, he reached into his arms and began to ski.

Qin Keqing's gorgeous jade face had a layer of beautiful pink, and under the light of the candle, it was almost glowing like a glow. She glanced shyly at the young man in the straight shirt and said in a trembling voice: "Husband, please don't make trouble."

Jia Heng clung to the beautiful woman's ear, sniffing the fragrance and fragrance of his wife's body mixed with skin, and said softly: "Ke Qing, I miss you."

In the second half of the night, Qin Keqing was dripping with sweat, as if she had been fished out of the water. Under her slender neck, a large area of ​​snow-greasy skin had already been covered with a layer of rose red, and beads of sweat rolled down into the snowdrift.

The beauty leaned her hot cheeks against Jia Heng's arms, her brows and eyes overflowed with beautiful spring charm, her voice was a little hoarse, and she said, "Husband, I want to go home and have a look these two days."

Jia Heng hugged Wen Ni Ruan Xiang lightly, and said softly: "Then I will go there with you, I haven't seen Yue Zhang for a while, by the way, how is Jing Qing doing recently? The talent test in the spring this year, Did he take the test?"

Qin Keqing said softly: "Jingqing is still young, and he hasn't studied for long. I want him to wait for another two years. He is practicing martial arts in the school now, and his body is much stronger."

Jia Heng smiled and said: "That's fine, it's not too late to wait until you're older. When Big Brother Zhu was around, he didn't start school until he was fourteen."

Qin Keqing said softly: "Husband, and the third sister's book has been finished, when will you..."

"Finished? So fast?" Jia Heng asked slightly surprised.

Qin Keqing said with a smile: "You can ask her another day, but she is not too young, and she will not be settled if her husband does not accept her."

Jia Heng thought for a while and nodded.

Qin Keqing was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "My husband should also accommodate a few more rooms, so as to extend the heirs. I have been here for so long, and there is no movement in my stomach."

Jia Heng was stunned for a moment, and asked: "It has nothing to do with you. It's because I don't want to have a child so early. Didn't I tell you the reason earlier? Why are you still thinking about it?"

Qin Keqing raised her beautiful and unreasonable face, and said softly: "Didn't my husband say that he would not avoid it..."

Jia Heng said: "We are still young, I have been busy with military affairs for the past two years, I think it will not be too late in another year or two."

At this time, it can only be said that the surrounding environment is too unfriendly. After a year or two without children, people's eyes become weird.

The problem was that when he was still growing up and gaining strength, it was difficult even for him to have children.

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The next day, the sky was bright, and the oriental morning light enveloped Rongning and Ningfu, as if covered with a layer of golden gauze.

Jia Heng got up from the bed, looked at Qin Keqing who was sleeping sweetly beside him, and didn't want to be disturbed, changed his clothes, went out of the wing room, and planned to go to the courtyard where Xichun lived to see Miaoyu.

In the courtyard where Miaoyu lives, dozens of green bamboos are planted, rustling with the wind, and the surrounding courtyard is quite quiet.

At this moment, on a wicker chair under the eaves of the corridor, a nun in a white crane gauze Taoist gown, wearing a wonderful bun, dressed neither as a monk nor a Daoist, was lying on a wicker chair, holding a yellow-covered Buddhist scripture in her hand. , Concentrating on reading, the morning light reflects the exquisite and graceful curves on the window lattice, and the brows and eyes are full of concentration.

But from time to time, he raised his head and looked towards the courtyard where Jia Heng was, with a gloomy expression on his face.

At this moment, a little girl with a bun came from the veranda, it was Susu, Miaoyu's maid, and said, "Girl, master is here."

When Miaoyu heard this, she was both surprised and delighted. She lifted up her jade face, which was as cold as frost, and stared at it, only to see a young man in a green shirt with a straight suit and a plump body like jade, walking quickly from the end of the corridor.

Miaoyu got up immediately, put down the Buddhist scriptures in her hands, and walked towards the house by herself, but she didn't meet Jia Heng.

"Master." Jia Heng called out without paying attention, followed Miaoyu into the courtyard, and looked at Miaoyu who was sitting on a chair with one palm upright, facing her sideways.

"What does Bo Yongning come to this poor nun for?" Miao Yu didn't look directly at Jia Heng, and her voice, as cold as a spring of jade, sounded in the wing room, with a bit of alienation and indifference.

"I was a little thirsty, so I wanted to ask my wife for a cup of tea." Jia Heng didn't care about Miaoyu's usual arrogance, and slowly approached and sat down beside Miaoyu.

Under Miaoyu's slender eyebrows, her clear eyes flickered, she turned to look at the young man, and because of her emotional agitation, her cold voice trembled a little, and said, "Then Master Heng sit down first, and the poor nun will just make a pot of tea. "

As he said that, he got up to make tea for Jia Heng, rolled up his robes, and his wrists were as white as lotus root.

Jia Heng looked at the graceful Miaoyu, and sat down on a kang table in front of the window, feeling relaxed and comfortable.

It is midsummer morning at this moment, the summer is long, the sun is warm and warm through the window, and the fragrance of flowers of various colors outside is sent through the gap of the window, which makes people feel peaceful and far away from the bottom of their hearts.

Miaoyu came over with a teapot, put down the green jade bucket on the small table, poured tea for Jia Heng with a clattering sound, handed it over, and parted her pink lips lightly: "Please."

Jia Heng turned his face away, took a look at Miaoyu, and said: "Master, I haven't seen you for a while, and my mood has decreased a lot."

The temperament is as beautiful as orchid, the talent is as fragrant as a fairy, and Miao Yuru's appearance is originally a superior posture, but because she is a talented woman, coupled with Ya'an's self-promise, she has an air of arrogance, frost and snow, and independence from the world.

Miaoyu paused when she heard the words, a trace of embarrassment flashed on her cold and snowy face, she pursed her pink lips, stared at the young man with an increasingly clear face, and said lightly: "Master Heng looks thinner too." A lot."

"During this period of time, we have been running around, eating and sleeping in the open, what about the teacher? Who is it that makes people feel haggard?" Jia Heng smiled, looking at the beautiful nun with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and jokingly said.

Don't look at Miaoyu's cold appearance now, if he turns around and leaves now, Miaoyu will probably lose her temper.

The bright eyes under Miaoyu's beautiful eyebrows were a little bit shy, and she said angrily, "You're not thirsty anymore, are you?"

Jia Heng hurriedly stretched out his hand and said softly: "I'm a little thirsty, but Master's cup of tea is undoubtedly the most thirst-quenching."

"You...you..." Miaoyu felt as if her heart had been scalded when she heard the fiery words of the young man across from her. She felt her face flushed and her body a little weak. She turned her head and hummed softly, as cold as the sound of melting ice and snow. With a bit of Wu Nong's soft-spoken coquettishness, she seemed to sarcastically say: "Uncle Yongning, who doesn't want to be famous in the world, turned out to be a disciple of a frivolous monk."

After saying that, he took back the green jade bucket and said angrily, "No matter how frivolous you are, I won't let you drink it."

However, as soon as the jade hand was stretched out, the crystal clear eyes were in a daze. He raised his beautiful face and looked at Jia Heng in disbelief, but felt that his own jade hand had fallen into a gentle palm. happiness.

"Master has already said that. If I don't do some things to become a disciple, will I disappoint my master?" Jia Heng looked into Miaoyu's eyes and said softly, and suddenly got up from his seat. Sit on Miaoyu's side and come over.

"You...you..." Seeing this, Miaoyu was first startled, her jade cheeks on both sides turned red, her heart lake rippled in circles, she bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth, and said in a trembling voice: "Master Heng, I... I am a monk."

As she said that, the girl's voice gradually became a little low. She is a monk, and she is also an ominous person, and the person in front of her... has no future.

Thinking of this, this proud official lady suddenly became depressed and looked gloomy.

"But I just like to become a monk. What should Mrs. Miaoyu say?" Jia Heng looked at Miaoyu, whose face was changing, and whispered in the girl's ear.

Miaoyu: "..."

What does it mean to like to become a monk?

Aside from being ashamed and happy with the sweetness, a ridiculous thought suddenly flashed across her heart, could this be the reason why he often called her teacher?

Jia Heng looked at the shy Miaoyu, held the girl's jade hand with one hand, and lightly wrapped Miaoyu's shoulder with the other, and asked, "Did the teacher receive the letter I wrote to the teacher last time?"

Miaoyu's hand was somewhat cold, but the touch when it fell into the hand was soft and soft, perhaps because she was too shy, she trembled a little in the hand.

Miaoyu let the young man grab her hand, she felt her delicate body was weak, her heart was beating violently, she wanted to pull away for a while, but she was a bit reluctant, but her jade cheeks were stained crimson, her eyebrows and eyes were lowered Hanging, there was a soft "hmm", completely devoid of the usual coolness.

This person wrote such a letter to a monk, and he didn't know what he wanted to do, and now he was holding her hand and embracing her shoulder...

But why didn't he even think about pushing him away at all.

"Master Heng said in the letter that when he returned, he would ask the poor nun to brew a furnace of good tea so that we could talk about mysteries. Now this is..." Miao Yuyu's face was slightly red, and she pursed her cherry lips. For some reason, she subconsciously seemed to be shaking Take the lead.

"Isn't it just talking about Xuan Fa?" Jia Heng said softly, "Well, it seems... now it's talking about love."

"You...huh." Miaoyu snorted softly, her jade face dyed crimson, and she glared at Jia Heng angrily under Liu Ye's slender eyebrows. This cold and eccentric nun is a little more cute and playful than words.

Jia Heng smiled, almost unable to hold back, and asked: "Then why didn't the teacher write back to me?"

Caressing Miaoyu's hand with the palm, the girl's fingers are slender, the skin is delicate, and there is no cocoon between the fingers for a long time to fiddle with the Buddhist beads.

In fact, some wanted to see Miaoyu's prayer beads. After thinking about it, she was worried that this cold-tempered nun would be frightened.

Miaoyu is not wearing a monk's hat at the moment, her hair is simply tied behind her back, and her hair is even more neatly combed under her temples. She has an awe-inspiring appearance that makes people feel close to her. meaning.

And Miaoyu didn't have any rejection of his closeness, perhaps after getting along with each other, the two had already hit it off, only one layer of window paper was missing.

Miaoyu turned her head to the side, her cheeks intertwined with holiness and beauty were filled with blush, like clouds and clouds, and it stretched all the way to her earlobe, and she said in a low voice: "I wrote it...but it's not It’s so easy to send out.”

She was really ashamed, Yingying glanced at the teacup with her clear eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Master Heng, let's drink the tea first, the tea is already cold."

After this person came back, he knew to belittle her.

"Well, drink tea." Jia Heng smiled, let go of Miaoyu's hand gently, picked up the green jade bucket, put it between his lips, took a sip, and said in a clear voice: "This time I will walk outside for a few months. , reunited with my old master, there is a kind of heart towards the Buddha, almost uncontrollable, my master is merciful, so I won't mind."

Miaoyu: "..."

The co-author just hugged her, just because of the heart of Buddha, can't help it?

(End of this chapter)