The Red Mansions

Chapter 1172 Jia Heng: It’s actually the eggs that flies don’t bite...

suzhou mansion

Not to mention the beauty's secret hatred, Jia Heng walked out of the courtyard and walked along the corridor. After many days of cloudy days, the dark clouds dispersed and a bright moon rose in the east, just like the familiar The snow is round, and the moonlight is like silver gauze, like mist, covering the entire earth.

The winter breeze blew the lanterns hanging under the eaves of the corridor, casting circles of red and yellow light on the snow beside the corridor.

"Sister Yan'er." Jia Heng suddenly felt something strange in his heart. He raised his eyes, stared at the girl who was walking towards her residence carrying a lantern, and asked, "What are you doing out in such a cold day?"

When she saw the visitor, Song Yan panicked and said, "Brother Heng, I...I'm fine."

She just came out to relieve herself, but by chance she met Brother Heng?
Jia Heng saw the girl lifting the skirt of her skirt with one hand, and suddenly understood something. He smiled and said, "Is this... a convenience?"

Song Yan: "..."

Is Brother Heng so direct?
Jia Heng looked at the girl who looked like a sweet girl, and a ridiculous thought suddenly came to his mind.

If you don’t have enough budget and can’t buy a top-end flagship, maybe you can use Redmi first?Or that's what most users choose.

Jia Hengxing came closer and said warmly: "Yan'er, the road is slippery in the snow. I'll take cousin Yan'er home."

Song Yan's small face was as big as a palm, and her skin as white as snow was already as red as blush. She neither agreed nor refused.

Jia Heng naturally took Song Yan's hand and said warmly: "Where does cousin Yan'er live?"

Song Yan's bare hands were held by Jia Heng, her pink cheeks flushed with shame, she couldn't help but break away, but she didn't break away. Finally she couldn't keep silent and said softly: "After the Moon Gate, in the courtyard to the west. "

Jia Heng took Song Yan's hand and came to the courtyard.

While the two were talking, they entered the square courtyard.

There was a light on in the wing room, and a maid was standing under the eaves of the corridor waiting. Just as she was about to call, she saw Jia Heng and said in surprise: "Duke Wei?"

At this time, Song Yan quickly broke away and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng, come and sit down. Hong Jian, go and pour some tea."

"Yes, Miss Yan." The maid Yiyi responded gently and then returned to the house.

Song Yan turned to look at the young man and said softly: "Brother Heng, please come into the room to talk."

Although the girl is younger, she is from a lady's background and treats others as well as others. Although she is very shy at the moment, she is also generous.

Jia Heng smiled, followed Song Yan into the house, and looked around. Since he had just settled here today, the interior decoration would not show the owner's temperament. He waited until he sat down.

At this time, Song Yan's maid took the tea cup, handed it over, and placed it on the table. The hot steam rose from the tea cup.

"Brother Heng, it's cold. Let's drink some tea to warm yourself up." Song Yan handed over the teacup in her hand and said softly.

Jia Heng stared at the girl with beautiful and clear eyebrows, smiled and said: "Yan'er, are you still used to staying in Jiangnan? The winter here is a bit wet and cold."

Song Yan said softly: "Brother Heng, I also stayed in Jiangnan when I was a child, and then I went to Shenjing. It's a bit cold here in Jiangnan, but the climate is much cooler in summer."

As he said that, he looked at the young man, blinked his bright eyes, and asked, "Brother Heng just went to see my aunt?"

Jia Heng said: "Well, the empress told me to go to Suzhou Mansion tomorrow to enjoy the snow scenery of Gusu. Sister Yan'er should also go with her."

Song Yan was about to speak, but her heart trembled when she saw that the young man had put down the tea cup, sat close to her embroidered pier, and took her delicate hand.

Song Yan said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng, don't, don't do this..."

As he said that, he looked at the maid Hong Jian aside, but the maid had already gone outside the door.

Jia Heng said: "I think Yan'er's sister Zhong Lingyu is pretty, graceful and gentle, so I kind of want to get close to her."

Song Yan: "..."

But why do I think you want to get close to everyone you meet?

But this kind of complaint was just something the girl thought about in her heart and was not expressed openly.

Song Yan lowered her head, and under the bright candlelight, her beautiful jade cheeks were blushing like clouds. She whispered: "Brother Heng, men and women are not close to each other. Please respect yourself, Brother Heng."

When Jia Heng heard this, he took some time to look at the girl, sizing up her face that looked like a sweet girl.

This was the first time he heard someone say this to him. To be honest, it was a bit strange.

Jia Heng couldn't help but reach out and pinch the girl's smooth and round chin, and asked softly: "Does Yan'er still want to tell you about cousin Xianning?"

"Sister Xianning indulges Brother Heng, I will tell my aunt tomorrow." Song Yan's face was as crystal clear as snow, she turned her cheek to the side and said in a trembling voice.

You can't always let him take advantage, but be looked down upon by him.

Jia Heng came closer and leaned towards the girl's ear. He could vaguely feel the blush on the girl's cheeks and whispered: "Let your aunt make the decision and promise you to me, right?"

Queen Song was just thinking about promising Song Yan to him, but she just agreed.

Song Yan's face was red, her cheeks were stained with scarlet, her heart was frightened, and she said angrily: "You, who is the one who wants to marry you as a prostitute, huh~"

As the girl spoke, she saw the shadow of the young man approaching, and bursts of warm and soft breath fell on her lips. It was different from the dragonfly's touch just now, like the violent wind and rain, greedy.
Song Yan's small hands gently pushed her away in a symbolic gesture. After a while, half of her delicate body softened, and she collapsed in Jia Heng's arms, her bright eyes covered with mist.

Jia Heng gently hugged Song Yan's slender shoulders and secretly thought that she was indeed a queen like Wan Wan, soft and delicate, with a certain charm of a sweet girl.

When the maid saw him at the door, she was shocked and hurriedly hid inside the screen.

The girl is seducing the Prince Consort of Xianning. Her Highness the Princess should see her. What should she do?
Jia Heng looked at the girl with cheeks as red as drunkenness and eyes as bright as water, and said, "Yan'er, do you want to tell your aunt?"

Just stamp it in advance to avoid running away, otherwise Queen Song will change her mind and ask Yan'er to marry Prince Liang or become a concubine to Prince Wei.

At this moment, Song Yan's eyes were condensed, she was already a little dizzy, and she looked dreamily at the young man's face illuminated by the bright lights.

How could he do this?She told her aunt to let her make the decision?
"What books does Yan'er usually read?" Jia Heng slowly held Song Yan's hand and asked softly.

In fact, such a lady, with a precocious mind, has probably read countless stories about talented people and beauties.

Song Yan's beautiful eyebrows were curved, her eyes were as full as water, and her jade cheeks were as red as clouds. She suppressed the shyness in her heart and said softly: "Poems, storybooks, etc., what do you usually have, what do you read, the Three Kingdoms and Liaozhai written by Brother Heng , I have also seen and heard of it.”

Jia Heng said softly: "Yan'er has heard of Liaozhai?"

Song Yan said: "Sister Chanyue told me that there is a new one, but Brother Heng seems to have not lost it in writing? If so, it can be written into a script and passed down to future generations."

When Jia Heng went to Henan to control floods, he told Princess Xianning, Li Chanyue and others some Liaozhai stories, such as Changing Hearts, Ying Ning, and A Chinese Ghost Story.

Later, when Princess Xianning and Li Chanyue got along with Song Yan, they told stories to Song Yan, or in other words, the image of Jia Heng's versatile talents was gradually outlined and solidified in the girl's heart.

Jia Heng's face paused slightly and he whispered: "I'm too busy and don't have time to write this. How about I dictate it and Yan'er writes it for me?"

Reading at night with red sleeves adding fragrance, and teaching literacy around the stove on a snowy night are the most beautiful and romantic things that scholars like most.

Song Yan's face turned slightly red, she said softly "Yeah" and said in a low voice: "Brother Heng."

As he spoke, Jia Heng took the girl's bare hand and came to a writing desk. He took the paper and said softly: "I'll sharpen the ink for sister Yan'er."

Song Yan picked up the brush and said shyly: "How is this good?"

At this moment, Hong Jian's cheeks were slightly red, his eyebrows were lowered, he walked closer and said softly: "Uncle Heng, let me do it."

Song Yan stared at the maid, feeling a little annoyed. Why didn't she see you just now?
After polishing the ink on the red paper, Jia Heng said softly: "Sister Yan'er, write."

Song Yan rolled up her sleeves, her white arms, and her frosty wrists gently picked up the brush, her bright eyes as bright as stars, and asked: "Brother Heng, what are you writing?"

Jia Heng said: "Just write a poem. Write about ghosts and monsters that are superior to others, about thorns in greed, thorns in cruelty, and deep into the wood."

Could it be that Song Yan was really asked to copy the book? This would be a disgrace to the scenery.

When Song Yan heard this, her face paused slightly, then she picked up the brush and started writing on the paper.

The girl's handwriting is delicate, and each stroke shows the delicate elegance of the lady.

Jia Heng came closer and praised: "Yan'er's handwriting is really good. Whose posts do you usually see?"

Song Yan was filled with joy, her voice was charming, and she whispered: "Wen Feiqing's post, Brother Heng, is this couplet the inscription and postscript of the book?"

Brother Heng is indeed good at both civil and military skills.

As she was speaking, she suddenly felt the young man behind her hugging her. The girl's delicate body stiffened for a moment, half of her cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and she whispered: "Brother Heng."

Jia Heng hugged the girl's delicate body and said softly: "That's it, this story is originally called Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, written by sister Yan'er and co-written by us."

Saying that, holding the girl in his arms
Song Yan's cheeks turned red with embarrassment and she whispered, "Brother Heng, I can't write well."

Jia Heng gently hugged the girl's delicate body and said softly: "It's okay. I'll write the preface first."

The girl's delicate body went limp and she quickly put down her brush, feeling the boy's intimacy.

Jia Heng didn't rush to say anything, and asked softly: "Is Yan'er proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Song Yan said in a trembling voice: "Be a little more knowledgeable."

With trembling bare hands, she wanted to grab Jia Heng's hand.

She couldn't let him take advantage of her anymore.

Jia Heng didn't take it seriously and said softly: "Playing chess on a snowy night and cooking in the snow by the stove is not that interesting. Let's play chess."

The provincial Xiaoxiao went back to torture him, and he hid a little from Song Yan.As for Song Yan, he really didn't have the idea of ​​getting it right in one step.

Song Yan lowered her head slightly, and her bright jade cheeks couldn't help but be stained with crimson clouds. Her heart was filled with shame and joy, and she said, "Brother Heng, let me prepare the chessboard."

In fact, I was a little curious about what she looked like before.
For a moment, Song Yan didn't think about Queen Song, but the girl was smart enough to figure out the connection. It was only a matter of time.

The two were playing chess across a chess surface. The candlelight was bright and shining on the apricot chess surface, with black and white chess pieces placed on it.

Jia Heng put down a chess piece and asked, "Who did Yan'er often play with when she was in Jinling?"

On the surface, Song Yan's personality looks a bit like Chan Yue's, quiet and delicate. In fact, Chan Yue's personality is shy, and she is more introverted because she lacked love since she was a child.

Song Yan is more like a good girl, but she also has some tricks.

Perhaps the sweet girl among the boudoir girls is like this.

"When we were in Jinling, we played more with Sister Yun and Third Sister." Song Yan, with a rosy face, pursed her glossy pink lips and said softly.

Jia Heng said: "Sister Yun is innocent and lively, and third sister is bright and energetic. It's good for you to play together."

Song Yan stared at her, the blush on her snow-skinned face fading slightly, and she said softly: "Brother Heng, are you going to Hangzhou in the next few days?"

Jia Heng chuckled and joked: "Well, your father is in Hangzhou right now, and I happened to come to propose marriage."

"Bah." Song Yanfang's heart started to beat, she felt her mind tremble slightly, and she stared at the young man.

Propose marriage?Yes, her innocence was lost, so she wanted to marry him.

Jia Heng said: "What's wrong with you?"

"Is what Brother Heng just said true?" Song Yan bit her lower lip and said tremblingly.

Jia Heng picked up the tea cup on the side and said, "I'm joking with you."

Song Yan: "..."

Are you joking?
Thinking of the frivolous and rude treatment towards me before, the fair-skinned and beautiful cardamom girl felt aggrieved in my heart.

"Brother Heng, do you like to joke about girls' innocence and life-long events so much?" Song Yan lowered her head and said quietly, under her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, her eyes were filled with tears.

I have to say that the girl who was born in the Song family is really speechless when speaking righteously.

Jia Heng sighed softly and said: "You are the treasure of your Song family, how come your father agreed to let you be a concubine? So it is destined to be... destined to be destined."

After all, the Song family was related to the emperor, and there was no way Song Yan could be his concubine unless Empress Song made the decision. But he didn't want to bring this matter to light now and planned to tease Song Yan.

But after finishing speaking, he raised his eyes to look at the tearful and sad girl, and asked: "Are you crying?"

Song Yan's face was as pale as paper, and her eyes showed grievance. She said quietly: "Sister Lin can't be a concubine either."

Since they are not destined to be together, why bother with her?He came up and hugged and kissed her, and her innocence... was completely gone.

The more the girl thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, and her nose became sore.

Jia Heng handed over a handkerchief and said softly: "Yan'er still knows about Sister Lin?"

After all, she also played with Zhu Jinchai for a long time in Ningguo Mansion in Jinling. It is not surprising that the girl knew about Daiyu and Baochai. Is it just that she had Daiyu's past habit of being a crybaby?
Song Yan did not take the handkerchief, she raised her head and looked at Jia Heng. Her bright eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and she said softly: "I still know about Sister Bao."

Sister Bao has recently been thinking about asking the person in front of her to propose marriage to the palace. Since they can do it, she can do it too.

Jia Heng looked at the girl with pear blossoms and rain, and said softly: "So?"

However, there are not many military achievements left for him.

Just as he was speaking, Jia Heng raised his eyes and looked into a pair of tear-stained eyes. Looking at Song Yan who was staring at him, he said dumbly: "Well, are you glaring at me again?"

She can glare at people at such a young age, but compared to Snow Beauty, her smart and clear eyebrows are a little more charming and romantic.

Jia Heng left the chess floor, took the girl's slender hand, gently wiped the tears on the girl's cheeks, and said, "You really can't stand jokes."

Song Yan: "..."

Another joke?Which one is the joke?
Jia Heng took the girl's slender hand and said, "Okay, when the time comes, let the Queen make the decision and grant the marriage."

The little girl didn't tease her, or she was worried that she would be... in vain. She also blamed him for insisting on talking about the marriage just now, so that Song Yan could take the lead.

Perhaps, even if he didn't say anything, Song Yan would start the conversation.

Song Yan's pretty face was blushing like clouds, and she said with embarrassment: "Sister Xianning is so kind to Brother Heng, but Brother Heng is still flirting with women. In fact, he is no different from those scholars in the story books who have different ideas and are unlucky."

Jia Heng looked at the fair-skinned girl, who was just sitting at the dining table, scolding people, and said, "You can't say that. In fact, it's just the eggs that flies can't bite." .”

If I provoke you, you don’t know how to refuse?
Song Yan: "..."

Who are you scolding?

Jia Heng held the petite girl in his arms. The fragrance of orchids and musk floated on the tip of his nose, and he said warmly: "It's too early to say anything about the marriage. It won't be too late to wait until after the New Year. Then I will tell you The Queen is proposing marriage, Yan'er, don't hate getting married so much."

I really misjudged him. As expected, he came from an official family like the Song family. It was difficult to deal with him. High-level hunters always appeared in the form of prey.

In other words, Jia Heng's old method has encountered new problems. Because of Chai Dai's mistakes, the reputation has not been implemented for a long time. The anti-fraud awareness of bystanders such as Song Yan has generally increased.

The previous method of taking advantage first and drawing the pie is no longer easy to use.

When Song Yan heard this, she lowered her head, her cheeks were filled with joy, and she whispered: "Brother Heng, I don't hate getting married that much."

Jia Heng gently pinched Song Yan's chin and said, "Well, let's wait another two years."

Song Yan: "..."

Wait two years, waiting as foolishly as that precious girl?

Just as she was thinking wildly, she saw the young man approaching and quickly closed her eyes. Song Yan's heart felt like a deer, and two beautiful blushes appeared on her cheeks, which was bright and moving.

After a while, Jia Heng stared at Song Yan, who was lying limply in a ball. She hid the softness in her palm and said softly: "Sister Yan'er."

The holding feeling is indeed not as good as that of the flagship, mainly because the screen is small.

At this moment, Song Yan's body was as soft as a silkworm, her mind was blank, her cheeks were red, and her bright eyes were as full as water as she looked at the young man.

Already speechless.

"Girl, it's getting late." At this moment, the maid Hong Jian couldn't bear it anymore and reminded her.

If this continues, the two of them may have a wedding tonight.

Jia Heng said softly: "Sister Yan'er, you should rest earlier. I'll go back first."

Song Yan finally came to her senses, raised her delicate and beautiful face, her clear eyes seemed to contain the hazy mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and said hurriedly: "I'll see Brother Heng off."

Jia Heng said softly: "It's dark and the roads are slippery, so there's no need to send him off."

Said, went straight away.

After leaving the wing, Song Yan sat there in a daze, with a faint look on her face, feeling lost for a moment.

Although the girl was young, she had a queen and a concubine in the Song family. In fact, she was mentally precocious. Song Yan was even trained as a crown princess at first. However, Emperor Chongping was afraid of the rising power of the Song family's relatives and did not agree.

The maid Hong Jian hesitated for a moment and said, "This is Princess Xianning's consort. How can the girl let him... bully her?"

Song Yan glanced at the maid and said angrily: "Then why didn't you stop me just now?"

Hong Jian said cautiously: "Uncle Heng... I don't dare either."

Regardless of Jia Heng's power or magnanimity, the maid Hong Jian did not dare to speak.

Song Yan pursed her moist pink lips and looked at the flickering candlelight, her eyes filled with ecstasy.

In the past, cousin Xianning had mentioned that she should marry Brother Heng when they were under the curtain. My cousin must have agreed.

As for my aunt, because Brother Heng is an important minister in the court, my aunt is concerned about Brother Wei Wang...

Besides, he insisted on bullying her just now, and she couldn't stop him. After just saying a few words to him, she felt that he was a little... unhappy.

Jia Heng didn't know that among the "silly white sweets" represented by Bao Qin, Zhen Lan, and Zhen Xi, Song Yan was not much weaker than Zhen Lan in terms of family education.

"How about taking advantage of the girl?" Hong Jian thought for a while and said.

"Just tell me what to say, let's go to bed first." Song Yan was confused for a moment and didn't know what to do.

After complaining, what if his aunt blames him?He would also hate her talkativeness at that time.

Thinking of the tenderness and intimacy just now, as well as the trembling at the skirt of her clothes, the girl's cheeks warmed slightly, and her heart was filled with sweetness, but she was also a little embarrassed.

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(End of this chapter)