The Red Mansions

Chapter 1460 Jia Heng: You can answer all the questions quickly?

Chapter 1460 Jia Heng: You can answer all the questions quickly?

Ningguo Mansion

Jia Heng left the back house and, after thinking for a while, decided to go to Qiu Shuang Zhai in the Grand View Garden to see Tanchun.

Walking along the long corridor, not long after, I saw a young and beautiful figure at the moon gate at the corner of the corridor, which attracted my attention.

Immediately, Jia Heng paused and stopped.

After calming himself down and looking closely, he could see a girl with a cinnabar mark between her eyebrows, but her face and facial features were quite similar to Keqing's.

"Brother Heng, brother-in-law." Xiangling's face, which was somewhat cold and delicate, blushed slightly, and her bright eyes were filled with gentle ripples.

But when he was calling "Brother Heng", he changed his words in a hurry.

Jia Heng nodded and called out, "Xiangling."

Xiangling was tall, slender, and pretty, with a natural and innocent aura surrounding her pretty eyes and eyebrows.

When the girl heard Jia Heng's name, she bit her pink lips with her pearly teeth and said shyly, "Brother Heng, I call you Yinglian now."

Jia Heng looked at the serious-looking girl and smiled. At this moment, he had a teasing tone and said, "I know your name is Yinglian, Xiangling."

Xiangling's eyes were as bright as water under her willow-leaf brows. She stared at the young man in the python robe and said, "Brother Heng, I call you Yinglian."

Jia Heng nodded and said, "Okay, Xiangling."

When Xiangling heard this, her face turned red with shame and her pink lips moved as if she wanted to say something. Under her two well-cultivated eyebrows, her eyes, which looked like those of Qin Keqing, were shining with light.

The girl was a smart person and she knew that the owner of Ningguo Mansion was playing a trick on her.

Jia Heng looked at Xiangling warmly and said, "Your sister has discussed your marriage with me before. You are not young anymore. You can marry me after some time."

When Xiangling heard this, her pretty, bright face blushed like clouds. She lowered her beautiful head, stirring a piece of silk in her hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Heng."

Jia Heng smiled and said gently, "Why, Sister Xiangling doesn't want to?"

As he spoke, he came closer and suddenly grabbed Xiangling's slender hand.

At this moment, Xiangling's delicate body was trembling violently, and her rosy face was flushed and burning like fire. She said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng, I didn't..."

"That means you are willing." As Jia Heng spoke, he moved closer and took Xiangling's slender hand. As he spoke, he stroked the beautiful woman's shoulder and moved close to her slightly pink lips. Immediately, he pressed his lips on them, and his warm breath hit the girl's rosy face.

At this moment, Xiangling felt the sweetness of the young man's grasping, her eyelashes trembled, and she closed her eyes.

Immediately, her body collapsed into mud, and the sides of her beautiful face that resembled Qin Keqing were covered with a rosy glow, making the girl lose some of her youthfulness and become more voluptuous, while her delicate body gradually became hot as fire.

After a while, Jia Heng lowered his eyes and looked at Xiangling, whose face had already become somewhat pretty, with a look of pity in his eyes.

Ever since Xiangling was abducted and sold by Xue Pan in the Jinling case, she has finally escaped her lonely fate after arriving at Ningguo Mansion.

The originally plain features undoubtedly became more graceful and charming.

At this moment, Xiangling felt the intimacy of the young man in the python robe and almost collapsed completely in Jia Heng's arms. Her rosy and rosy face was as red as clouds, and her beautiful eyes were filled with sparkling ripples.

At this moment, Jia Heng reached out and gently put his arm around Xiangling's shoulders, saying, "Wait a few days, when the clan office records the list, report your name on it."

When Xiangling heard this, her crystal clear heart was filled with mixed feelings of shame and joy, and she said, "Brother Heng, I...I."

At this time, the girl still felt that she did not deserve such treatment.

Jia Heng smiled and said, "It's okay."

Jia Heng reached out and touched Xiang Ling's shoulder again, whispering, "Brother Heng has other things to do, so I won't be here with you."

Xiangling hummed softly, raised her head, her eyes as bright as water, and seemed reluctant to leave.

Then, she watched the young man in the python robe go away, gently clutching her handkerchief, with a surge of joy in her heart.

The girl at this moment is still a little girl, at an age where she fantasizes about love.

After Jia Heng finished talking with Xiangling, he left the room without saying much and headed towards Qiu Shuang Zhai in the Grand View Garden.

Grand View Garden, Qiu Shuang Zhai——

In the wing, a blazing fire could be seen in the square copper basin, and a warm air was rising. A layer of white frost condensed on the glass windows, and it seemed as if water would drip down if you touched it lightly.

Behind two hanging curtains, Tanchun was wearing a pink and orange double-breasted vest embroidered with colorful chrysanthemums and insects, a white round-necked gauze dress underneath, and a pink and orange horse-faced skirt embroidered with colorful chrysanthemums and insects.

The girl has delicate eyebrows and innocent eyes, a beautiful bun, and air bangs on her forehead. She is holding a goat-hair brush and copying a calligraphy piece.

Entering the 19th year of Chongping, Tanchun is almost the age of a young girl in the rainy season. The charm and brightness in her eyes and eyebrows also have the aura of the original work, "the essence of literature and grace, which makes people forget the world when seeing it."

At this moment, the maid picked up a cup of tea and said, "Miss, have some tea."

Tanchun's originally tense breath dissipated, and she placed the brush in her hand on the pen holder beside her, took the blue and white porcelain teacup, and took a sip.

"Why didn't you go to Qichiyuan to see Miss Lan these two days?" The maid Xiu Li asked curiously with her eyes sparkling under her brows.

Tanchun was a little annoyed and said, "I don't want to see her these days."

Her sister-in-law, who always dreamed of becoming a princess, ridiculed her for not being able to get married, which really pissed her off.

At this moment, the secretary guessed something and said, "Third Miss, Miss Lan also has good intentions."

"What good intention could that be? You're just mocking me for not being able to get married." Tanchun's pretty face seemed to show shame and annoyance, and she snorted and said.

At this moment, the maid Cui Mo said, "Miss, Master Heng is here."

When Tanchun heard this, she was delighted and looked in the direction of the voice. She saw the young man in the python costume walking around a bamboo and wood glass screen, approaching and saying, "Brother Heng, you are here."

Jia Heng looked at Tanchun and said with a smile, "Nothing else, I just came to see my third sister."

As he spoke, he came closer and held Tanchun's slender hand.

At this moment, the secretary, with a red and delicate face, hurriedly left the hall and went to the outside of the corridor, looking at the two of them.

Tanchun's beautiful face was already blushing with shame, and she whispered, "Brother Heng."

Jia Heng asked, "I haven't seen Third Sister these past two days. What is Third Sister doing in her room?"

Tanchun's eyes were filled with shyness and joy, and she said softly, "I didn't do anything. I just practiced calligraphy and read books."

Jia Heng nodded, gently put his arm around Tanchun's slender shoulders, and said, "Third sister?"

Tanchun's eyes were filled with shyness, and she dodged quickly, saying in a trembling voice, "Brother Heng, um~"

Before she could finish, she saw the young man coming closer, and then, a wave of moist, hot and gentle breath hit the girl's face, making her heart palpitate and unable to control herself.

The girl slightly closed her curved eyelashes, immersed in it. While speaking, she couldn't help but tiptoe and put her hands gently around the waist of the young man in the python costume.

Jia Heng plundered the sweet and unrestrained breath, then gently put his arm around Tanchun's shoulders and said, "Third sister."

Under Tanchun's beautiful eyebrows, her heroic and chivalrous face seemed to be covered with a layer of rosy red. She said, "Brother Heng, recently people in the mansion have been saying that the Jade Spy is conferring a title of Imperial Consort."

Jia Heng smiled and asked, "Third sister also wants to be canonized as a royal lady?"

This probably wouldn't work. For a widow, it would be considered self-defilement, but for brothers and sisters of the same clan, it would be considered a crime that would go against the will of the world.

Tanchun's beautiful face flushed slightly, and her sweet and charming voice trembled a little as she said, "What did Brother Heng say? How can I accept the imperial decree?"

If she, a sister of the same clan, had an affair with Brother Heng, she would be condemned by everyone in the world, and that would be harming him.

Jia Heng reached out and gently embraced the girl's gradually developing body, feeling the girl's youthful beauty, and said, "I will have to inconvenience my third sister in this life."

Tanchun's body trembled slightly, as if she had received an electric shock, and she felt the changing situation and the stirring up of right and wrong in her clothes. The girl's innocent and bright face turned red as a rosy cloud, and she said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng, I... I am not wronged."

Why is Brother Heng like this?

What should she do when someone treats her so frivolously?

Jia Heng stretched out his hand and gently embraced the girl's slender shoulders, then leaned close to her ear and gently bit her ear. A scent of gardenia floated between her nostrils.

Tanchun's beautiful face flushed red, she closed her eyes slightly, and reached out her hand to try to gently push away the young man's busy hands in front of her.

"It's noon, let's eat." Jia Heng raised his eyes to glance at the vast sky outside. While speaking, his expression paused and looked at the girl whose face was blushing like a rosy cloud.

On both sides of Tanchun's charming face, a blushing red could be seen. She responded softly, "Brother Heng, go first. I'll be there later."

Then, without saying anything else, Tanchun followed Jia Heng out of the wing room and into the hall.

At this moment, Shishu, Cuimo and the nanny outside brought out plates of delicious dishes and placed them on a lacquered wooden table.

Jia Heng and Tanchun sat together. Jia Heng picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks, put it in the jade bowl, and whispered, "Third sister, have some fish."

High-protein foods clearly promote development and growth.

Tanchun responded softly, picked up a piece of food and put it in Jia Heng's bowl, saying, "Brother Heng, eat too."

Tanchun asked, "Brother Heng, is the imperial court planning to establish an imperial prince?"

Jia Heng said, "Third sister has heard about it too."

Tanchun said, "I saw the memorial in the court newspaper a while ago."

Jia Heng put down his chopsticks and said in a gentle voice: "The emperor in the palace is old, and it is time to stabilize the country and the people."

Tanchun's fair face with handsome eyes and fine eyebrows seemed to be covered with a layer of concern. She asked, "What are Brother Heng's plans?"

"I won't get involved." Jia Heng picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup, took a sip, and suppressed the foul air in his mouth.

Tanchun said, "Brother Heng is in a high position now, so it is indeed inappropriate for him to get involved in these matters."

Jia Heng sighed, looked deeply, and said, "I am afraid that the tree wants to be still but the wind will not stop."

Upon hearing this, Tanchun was silent for a moment.

Nowadays, Brother Heng is indeed a person who attracts the wind because of his size.

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Jia Heng talked to Tanchun for a while, and without saying anything else, he quickly walked out of Qiu Shuang Zhai.

It was already afternoon, in the dead of winter. The lazy sunlight shone on the octagonal attic with black tiles and white walls in the distance. The melted snow flowed along the eaves, "tick, tick", and hit the blue bricks.

Jia Heng walked slowly across a covered bridge that spanned the Qinfang Creek. In the winter, the water had dried up, and the gurgling stream beat against the rocks without creating any big waves.

Jia Heng walked on the covered bridge, looked at the glittering river water, thought for a moment, and decided to go see Xichun.

Among all the girls with golden hairpins in the backyard, Yingchun is old enough to get married. However, Lady Xing and Lady Jia seem to have forgotten about this little unknown girl and have not yet arranged a marriage for her.

Well, Yingchun just has no sense of existence.

Grand View Garden, Ouxiang Pavilion, Nuanxiangwu

Walking around a pond, the beautiful lotus flowers that bloomed abundantly in the summer have withered drastically at this moment.

According to the original book, it was built in the pond, with windows all around and curved corridors on the left and right. Two osmanthus trees could be seen near the corridors.

Now, it is shrouded in a bleak winter atmosphere, and there is not a single leaf on the bare branches.

In Nuanxiangwu, in a house with flying eaves and hooked corners and a dragon-like spine, Xichun is painting with a brush. She sketches on a piece of rice paper. With just a few strokes, the outline of the Grand View Garden can be seen.

Xichun stared at it for a while, placed the goat-hair brush on a triangular pen holder, and moved to the coffee table beside her.

While the girl was talking, she picked up the teapot beside her and poured herself a cup of tea. Then, she rested her jade-like cheek with one hand across the steaming teacup and stared blankly.

There seemed to be a light blush on the girl's quiet face. As she gazed at the snow scene, she could see a thin layer of snowflakes covering the lush forest.

Brother Heng hasn't come to talk to her for a year or two.

At this moment, a maid entered the room, looking extremely happy, and said, "Miss, the master is here."

Xichun, who was in a trance, came back to her senses and looked at the young man in python clothes coming from outside. The girl's cute voice could not hide her surprise and said, "Brother Heng, you are here."

The girl was a little dazed for a moment, wondering if God could hear what she was thinking.

In fact, the girl often talked about Jia Heng these days, so Jia Heng's coming here this time was a response.

Jia Heng looked at Xichun with a warm smile and said, "Fourth sister, what have you been doing at home these days?"

As he spoke, he walked to the desk and looked at a painting placed on it. It was a painting of the architectural scenes of the Grand View Garden, with pavilions and towers, and every step brought a new scene to life.

Jia Heng praised: "Sister's painting skills are becoming more and more amazing."

Xichun showed a trace of embarrassment on her face and said, "It's just a graffiti, it's really not worth anything."

While talking, he asked, "Brother Heng, aren't you busy with things outside these days?"

Jia Heng said, "I'm not very busy now, so I'll just spend some time with you in the backyard."

Xichun pursed her pink lips and said, "Won't Brother Heng accompany the sisters-in-law?"

Jia Heng smiled and said, "I have accompanied everyone I should have, so I came to see Fourth Sister. How is Fourth Sister doing recently?"

Xichun's expression paused slightly, her bright eyes moistened with shyness and joy beneath her curved willow-leaf brows, and she said, "I just paint and read books at home, nothing else."

Jia Heng looked at Xichun with a warm gaze under his sword-like brows and asked, "Fourth sister, when will you draw another portrait for me?"

Xichun asked, "Brother Heng, do you want me to draw a picture for you?"

Jia Heng uttered a soft "hmm".

The girl turned around and walked lightly to the cabinet beside her. There was some shyness in her eyes, and she said, "In the past, I have painted a lot for Brother Heng."

As she spoke, the girl took out a scroll with a jade shaft, then turned around, handed the scroll over, and said softly, "Brother Heng."

Jia Heng reached out and took the scroll, looked at it carefully, and felt slightly surprised.

On the scroll, one can see a young man in a python robe standing with a sword in his hand. He has a tall and straight figure, almost like a pine tree, and his eyes are sharp under his sword-like eyebrows that slant down into his temples.

Jia Heng then picked up another scroll, and there was a seven-foot-tall young man in a dragon robe, with the same tall figure, but this time he was wearing a simple blue shirt, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a handsome face.

The paintings are of different scenes, and in each painting one can see his different expressions. It is obvious that these paintings spanned five years.

Well, Xichun has really liked her since she was a child.

Jia Heng calmed himself, gently rolled up the scroll in his hand, looked at the bashful and drooping eyebrows, and said, "It's quite a lot."

I sighed softly in my heart.

Girls' feelings are always poetry.

Xichun's willow-shaped eyebrows were curved, and her bright eyes were filled with an inexplicable joy. She asked, "Brother Heng, will you still let me paint?"

Jia Heng smiled and said, "Draw a picture. This time, draw a picture of you and me together."

When Xichun heard this, her delicate body trembled slightly. When she raised her eyes, her crystal clear eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

Obviously, she was attracted by the boy.

Jia Heng put down the album in his hand, gently took Xichun's slender hand, and said, "Fourth sister."

At this moment, Xichun's slender hand was touched, and her heart trembled. Her flawless face suddenly turned red, and for a moment it was as bright as a rosy cloud.

Jia Heng's eyes were as bright as water. He stared at the blushing girl and said, "It's very cold today. Fourth sister, please wear more clothes, or you will catch a cold."

As he spoke, he gently let go of the girl's slender hand.

Xichun lowered her head and felt the hand in her palm leave her, and an inexplicable sense of loss surged in her heart.

While Jia Heng was talking, he didn't say much. He came to a lacquered wooden table, gently picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea.

After a moment, Xichun's beautiful and bright face blushed, and she came to sit aside and whispered, "Brother Heng."

Jia Heng turned his eyes to the girl with a sword-like brow, and asked, "Sister, you are always painting alone in the room, why don't you go and play with your sister Bao and sister Lin?"

Xichun paused for a moment, then said softly, "I went to find him. We were writing poems together a while ago."

Jia Heng smiled and asked with interest, "What kind of poem did Fourth Sister write?"

Xichun stood up and looked at Ruhua, saying, "Go and get that poetry book."

At this moment, Ruhua responded, then took out a book and handed it over.

Jia Heng looked at Xichun intently and said, "Fourth sister is not young anymore this year."

Xichun's snow-white face blushed slightly at this moment, and she said in a trembling voice, "I won't marry."

Jia Heng: "..."

I haven't even said the following words yet, and you're already rushing to answer?

Jia Heng suppressed his troubled thoughts, stared at the beautiful girl, and said, "Don't marry, let the family support you for the rest of your life?"

Xichun snorted softly, turned her pretty face away, and said, "Since the mansion doesn't want to support me, I will find a nunnery, cut off my hair, and become a nun."

Jia Heng gently took the girl's hand and said, "It's still possible to keep an old girl in the mansion."

"Who's old?" Xichun's bright and beautiful cheeks blushed as if she was humiliated. She snorted softly, and her tone seemed to be a hint of reproach.

She is only fifteen or sixteen, how can she be old?

Jia Heng smiled and asked, "So your family is supporting your younger sister?"

Xichun's pretty face seemed to be filled with curiosity, and she said, "Brother Heng, is your family planning to invite a consort and concubine recently?"

Jia Heng nodded and said, "That's true."

Xichun asked curiously, "Which sisters do you plan to ask for imperial edicts, Brother Heng?"

Jia Heng paused for a moment and whispered, "Not many. Second and Third Sister You, your cousin Xiuyan, the two sisters from the Zhen family, your sister-in-law Wan's two cousins, and Qingwen and the others."

If you calculate it this way, there really isn't that much.

Xichun's pair of bright eyes blinked under her beautiful eyebrows, and she suddenly sighed and said, "There are so many people."

Jia Heng: "..."

Is there any doubt about this?

"Not much, right?" Jia Heng picked up the teacup in his hand, took a sip of the tea in the jade bowl, and asked.

Jia Heng smiled, made a joke, and asked, "Does Fourth Sister also want to be granted an imperial decree?"

When Xichun heard this, her heart trembled violently, and her pretty, delicate face blushed as she asked, "Who... who wants to be granted an imperial decree?"

What is Brother Heng talking about? Can she still marry you in this life?

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(End of this chapter)