11 years, just after the seventh night, it is early autumn.The mountains in the western suburbs of Beijing are stained with golden autumn meanings and uneven.

Jia Huan and Luo Xiangyang, president of Wen Dao College, returned with his disciples Sun Jie and Ning blaze, about two or three friends, in Jingxi Putian Mountain.Remembering that year, a group of people came here to talk about the past and the present.At night, the stars are shining and the mountains are shining.

"Brother Grandson..." In the carriage on the return trip, Luo Xiangyang gently patted Gong Sun Jie's shoulder, and it was unspeakable for a moment.

Eleven years ago, Big Brother had a chance to leave.Jia Huan specially sent Yi Junjie to the library notice.But he did not leave.If the big brother is still there, they drink together, talk about poetry, and talk about the scriptures, how pleasant!

Sun Jie's eyes are red and it is difficult to hold himself.

Jia Huan, Xu Yinglang, Joe Rusong, Wei Yang are all sighing.

In the evening, the carriage arrived in the town.Jia Huan's long wait here for a long time, "third master, grandmothers sent Hua aunt to send letters to Beijing."

Jacqueline was surprised: “Where is the letter?”

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In the evening, in the main room of the worry-free hall, Jia Huan read the letters written by his wives and conciliators under the lamp, and his thoughts suddenly rose.

The assailing was guarded by Jia Huan, and his eyes fell on Jia Huan, hiding infinite tenderness.She cut the lamp and flowers, added tea to Jia Huan or wore a tunic.Early autumn night is cold.Careful and thoughtful.

Jia Huan read the six letters brought by the assailants, looked up, gently hugged her, and said softly: "Apunch, give me a grind."

Lin’s sister’s illness has been cured.However, he told him every time in his home book, he must not hurry to Beijing, and must wait until the good time.And in the early autumn, the sister of Bao wrote that they would leave in batches.

This made him very happy.

“Hmm.”The assailing was thirty-seven years old, wearing a pink flint, a mature woman, a soft response, holding up his sleeves, grinding ink in the stud.

Jia Huan pen, on the white paper, wrote his thoughts on his wives at this moment.

So the garden returned to the cuckoo bird, and the spring came to the sky to steal.Think and meet again, and hold hands to see the soul.

The spring water is to the old garden, and the day-to-day thoughts do not see relatives.The cuckoo is sad, so sad to hear.

...

The river is vast, like a long dragon.In the autumn rain, the river line.A beautiful tower boat, just past Yangzhou, along the canal.

Since the year of Yongxing, the university has changed to sea freight, and most of the north-south freight has taken the sea.Shipments from Huating, Quanzhou, Guangzhou and other ports to Tianjin.On the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, there is no official ship, but it is much unblocked.

The sound of rain knocking on the window.The yawning opened the curtain, and the treasure came in from outside.I see Daisy reading.He smiled, “What book are you reading?”Where is the fall?”

“Oh, my sister is coming.Distant, rest in the cabin behind.”Dai Yu got up to meet Bao Xuan, give up his seat, make the purple cuckold pour tea, smile, and say in a whisper: "It's all a pastime novels written in the old days."

See the mind.

Bao Xue put his arm around Dai Yu’s shoulder and smiled: “The boat is shaking, reading is not good for the eyes.”Go with me to listen to Vivian and Yuhua sing songs.In addition to the two words he sent, he also filled in one of the strange songs he loved."

In a small moment, two beautiful songs sounded in one of the cabins of the building ship: quiet summer, the stars in the sky, some thoughts in my heart, thinking of your face.I can pretend I can’t see or I can miss it.

With the musical skills of Lin Qianwei and Shi Yuhua, Jia Huan only wrote a short score and lyrics, and he could sing the charm.

...

In the early morning of the autumn, the white dew is frost.

At about 9 a.m. on September 20, a convoy of more than two carriages went smoothly from Tongzhou Pier to Beijing.Five hundred elite cavalrymen guarded the convoy.This led to the people watching and asking.

Soon, well-informed people recognized it: this is the current imperial Jia Huan team.No wonder there is such a loudness.

However, the real reason is not that Jia Huan travel row is large.Instead, he moved from Jinling to the Beijing Master, his wife, his children, his servants, and various uses, and the instruments.Twenty cars is not an exaggeration.

His wives and children arrived in two groups.Rhyme, poetry, shaman, as usual, shiitakes, they arrived as early as mid-August.The king goes with him.Sister Bao and Lin sister, Wei Wei, Yuhua, they came with their children today.

The car is in the middle, in the beautiful carriage, Jia Huan and Baozhuan, Dai Yu, Wei Wei, Yu Hua said this seven months of separation.

Baozhuan wears a honey-combined cotton robe, dignified and elegant, time seems to love her, and there are not too many traces on her.Nationally gifted.Dai Yu wears a cotton robe with white-clad embroidered flowers, like a jade flower.Vivi was wearing a jade-colored flap-to-deck, high-stakes.Jade is a blue robe, delicate and pure.

Looking at this familiar face, the emotion in Jia Huan's heart rose, holding Baozhuan, Dai Yu's hand, "remember the year, the head into two old words."Mo Yan autumn evening, five days of small spring yellow chrysanthemum bloom.Sister Bao, sister Lin, I have broken my word again."

Twelve years ago, in the winter of Yongzhi twenty years ago, he returned from the war in the western region and said to his wives: Since then he will not be separated.However, in February this year, he had to rush to Beijing.Seven months is not a long time.

However, during this period, Dai Yu was sick for more than a month, so that he was worried and could not sleep.Fear of something happening.Farewell today, it is hard to say.

He smiled and shook his head.Hands clenched.She did not expect Jia Huan to return to Tongzhou dock today to pick them up.

Dai Yu made a narrow smile, and the autumn water-like beauty fell on Jia Huan's face and said, "Since the ring brother has a sense of shame, how can he coax us?"

He smiled again, “Liu Er, what wish do you have for your father to help you achieve?”Don't talk about ice cream with matcha."

None of Jia Huan’s children remained in the carriage, only Dai Yu’s daughter was left behind.Ten-year-old little girl, pavilion standing, inherits the beauty of Dai Yu, Jia Huan is very fond of her.

Jia Luo felt as if he had come to Beijing for the first time, set off the corner of the curtain, and looked at the bustling streets of Beijing.At this time, listening to his mother's words, he turned her head and smiled, "Mother, you didn't say on the way to come, do you want to punish your father for writing a few more novels?"

The answer made Lin Qianwei and Shi Yuhua laugh out loud.Jacate laughed.In the car, the atmosphere is fast.

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Fifteen years, on the occasion of the twilight, Xiangyun saw Liu Feng flying, occasionally with a small order.The peach club people make up the word.

Among them, the precious jade has a sentence: when the butterfly is tired of the evening, even if it is goodbye in the spring, the next year.

However, the golden thorns in the garden will not do this again.

In the autumn of the 11th year of Yongxing, Baozhuan, Dai Yu arrived in Beijing.In the late autumn, the chrysanthemum blooms.Lin Daiyu, the owner of the peach blossom society, invited the sisters to gather at the 10th banquet in the garden to enjoy the autumn daisy-opening poetry club.

Welcome, visit, regret the three spring in Beijing, Xiangyun, Xue Baoqin and so on are also there.Xing Yu smoke is also with her husband Xu Yinglang in Beijing.Li Qi is Zhen Baoyu's wife, in Beijing.The South Study Room was abolished, and Zhen Baoyu was the Young Qing of Hongji Temple.

Li Yi is the wife of Luo Hua, a Jinling man, and Luo Hua is also in Beijing at this time.

On this day, the people gathered in the garden.Talking about the old things of 20 years ago is difficult to say.The maids were surrounded by servants, and the garden, which had been cold for many years, was bustling again.Treasure, the jade sent a congratulatory post.

On the first day of March, Mrs. Wang's birthday feast used the Grand View Garden as a place to stay and retreat.However, without the great view of the golden thugs, there is no such thing as poetry, it is cold!

Laugh, reward chrysanthemums, write a poem, and drink wine in the garlic at noon.Xiang Yun pulled the shiitake with a crocus.The amount of wine is not good, the gentle beauty is full of red, and can't resist Xiangyun to persuade her.

The chrysanthemum took a chrysanthemum and leaned on the window.A good girl late autumn map.Xuan Chun spoke to her, "Does Sister Bao remember the poetry meeting of the cloud girl who ate crabs in the east?"

Lin Xiaoxiang won the chrysanthemum poem Xue Yi sarcasm and crab.

The smile said, “Yes!The girl wants to make poetry and invite guests.The crab came in with my brother.It’s mid-August, the season for crabs.No more than today.”

Baoqin was watching Dai Yu fishing and talking.She and Dai Yu were very good.At this time, I looked at it and smiled, "Sister Bao, I miss the piece of venison I ate in winter."It was her teenage years.

Xiang Yun finished the shiitake and smiled, "Stupid girl, what's the difficulty, when it snows for a few days, we will go to the snow again."

Spring, cherish spring, Li Yi, Li Qi holding a fan, mouth and laughing.Sister Yun is generous, but careless.It’s easy to go to the snow, but it’s hard to come back to the lost time!

The smoke laughed.

He asked, “What are your three brothers doing?”Today our sister is making poetry, since he has entered the poetry club, but there are works handed over, Lin girl said?"

When it comes to what Jia Huan is doing, Baozhuan, Dai Yuji is difficult to hide and laugh.Today, Jia Huan took his father in the worry-free hall and was accompanying the children.In his words: ruthless may not be true, how can the poor son not husband?

I don’t know if he will complain for a while.Those little heads, but clever, are difficult.

Dai Yu replied, “I want him to make one.”Gosh, tell me.Bring his work.”

“All right.”The purple cuckoo smiled, took two small maids, out of the garlic, went straight north, and then to the east across Zilingzhou, from the north side of the cub.In the back yard of the unscathed.The same is the same place where Daisy is now.

Jia Huan is accompanied by Su poetry, attack, euphemism, and coloring, watching the children together.The garden was full of excitement, but for a moment, he was big.A dozen kids came together to play, that scene.and 姕啕,

The purple cuckell explained the intention, Jia Huan mouthed an old word: drunk flowery, brought back to the garlic.

The mist is cloudy and sad, and the brain disappears the golden beast.The festival is heavy, jade pillow yarn kitchen, cold in the middle of the night.

After the east fence put the wine at dusk, there was a dark aroma of sleeves.Mo Dao does not lose his soul, the curtain is rolling the west wind, and the people are thinner than the yellow flowers.

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Two years of winter.The north wind is thorny.In the dark night, in the evening, a young man came on horseback and was later taken to the study of Zeng University.

“It’s so late, what else?”The college student was accompanied by his son, slowly walked from the outside to the study, and asked with a wake-up call.He was old and had gone to sleep at ten o'clock.As a result, they were awakened by the young man.

Xiao Yi saluted and said, "Zhen, Shandong Province, came to the urgent news, Taishan earthquake."

“Ah...” The old son was shocked.Mount Tai is a place of Zen.Is the earthquake a warning to heaven?

He was calm, half-sounding, and he laughed, “Haha, haha, the old man can make a big deal!”

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The snow falls.The sixth floor of the West Garden.Ning Yi invited Jia Huan at this banquet.A pot of wine, a few dishes.Violet, sweetie, wine on the side.

Ning and Jia Huan met a glass and smiled, “Jia Lang, Tianzi has given ten edicts, when do you plan to accept it?”Xiao Kaizhi made a campaign for you in the newspaper Pravda: the jade can't be, like what is the life of God?"

Two years later, the Taishan earthquake.The university "resigned".There were vacancies in the military aircraft.More and more voices are being heard about the recovery of Jia Huan.

He smiled, “Son, wait a minute.At least wait years.Wang Wen has been waiting for more than ten years before he can speak this word.I'm not a bad thing."In the past five years, the reform dividend left by the year has been exhausted.Many policies need to be adjusted.He has the intention of governing.

He smiled and no longer advised Jia Huan.

...

The drizzle of spring gnawed at the mulberry leaves like spring silkworms, rustling.

In the afternoon, when Jia Huan was handling government affairs in the Wenyuan Pavilion, he was sent by the Queen Mother of Zhen to Ningshou Palace.

Along the way, it was quiet.Jia Huan was slightly surprised, followed Zhen's close-in lady to a castle.

Jia Huan came upstairs, only saw that there was no one in the building, only Zhentai, wearing a blue and soft dress standing by the window to enjoy the rain.A round table in the hall, showing exquisite wine dishes.

The light rain is like silk, the afternoon time, dotted leisure and lazy.

He said, “He’s seen the empress.”When he was a teacher, he was not a courtier, and he did not care about the courtesan of heaven, the empress.At this moment, he is a student of the East Pavilion University, pre-operational.Take the form seriously.

Zhen looked back, softly smiling, “Mr. Jia is coming.”“Sit down!”Come over, personally give Jia Huan wine, good white wine, wine smell.She asked, “Mr. Jia has been in the military aircraft office for more than a month, and I have a lot of ease.I can finally sleep well.”

He is only 16 years old this year, and he is still two years away from his 18-year-old pro-government.Before that, it was regented by the vet.The exercise of God’s power.For the past three years, she has been on ice.Of course, the real power of the Zhou Dynasty is in the hands of Jia Huan.

After Jia Huan entered the military aircraft, she completely relaxed.As long as you follow the advice of Jia Huan, do not think too much.Politics, fascinating, is just as exhausting.She is not Princess Ning.

Jia Huan felt that today's censure was a little strange, gently nodded his head.

Zhen used the tail finger to hold the hair in his ear, raised a glass to drink, and said, "Brother Jia Shi, tomorrow is the day of Ziwen's death."

That's it.When it comes to Ning Ying, Jia Huan also has some sadness in his heart.Although three years have passed.He said, “You mourn.”

Zhen gently shook his head, and through the sake of wine, she said what she thought in her heart many years ago but did not say, "Love you, hate you, ask you know?"

Jia Huan froze.

With his qigong, he heard the words of Zhen at this time, his brain was directly fooled.Half-sounding, just recovered.The house was destroyed by his hand!Does the character really hate him?

And the first two words, filter out directly!He is the wife of the son.He and he had some roots when he was young.But never to that extent.He directly refused to marry the family.

Jia Huan looked into Zhen’s eyes and said sincerely, “Three girls, thank you!”Get up and leave the building.

This is a song on the beach.Feng Cheng Cheng to Xu Wenqiang, should say so.

He will not.The wife and concubine around him have feelings for more than ten years.He will no longer tolerate others in his heart.

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Later historians found that during the period of healing, in that glorious era, there were many descriptions of the university students at that time and the queen-scrubbery.The truth is annihilated in the dust of history.