The Red Mansions

Chapter 43 A thousand words are worse than silence

Zuifenglou

Drinking until slightly drunk, talking and laughing.

In the meantime, Han Hui heard Song Yuan mention the imperial examination, and couldn't help but put down the wine cup in his hand, and said with a smile: "Ziyu wants to take the second county examination, is it too hasty for three months?"

Jia Heng said: "I did have some experience in my studies before, but I haven't tried it. It shouldn't be a big problem to study for three months."

Song Yuan laughed and said: "There is a lecturer in the prison who teaches. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me. Although Song is only a recruiter, before entering the Imperial Supervision, he was a private school teacher in the government school. A scholar also taught a few times. ten."

Hearing this, Jia Heng stood up, bowed solemnly, and said, "I will trouble Mr. Song more in the future."

From talking with Song Yuan just now, I found that this person may intend to cling to Han Hui, but it is not flattering.

Han Hui nodded when he heard the words, and said, "Mr. Song is well-educated and well-informed. Uncle is full of praise."

Song Yuan laughed at himself and said, "However, I fail every year. Since I was 20 years old, I have wasted more than ten years..."

Han Hui said: "Mr. is just unlucky. Next year will be the year of the big competition. Mister has accumulated a lot of money, so he will definitely win."

Song Yuan raised the wine cup and said, "Chengzi Shengji said auspiciously."

In fact, he was already a little disheartened. Since he was 20 years old, he was a high-spirited and high-spirited candidate. He has been taking the exam for more than ten years. Recently, he was thinking about whether to follow the Han family's path and become an official in the Ministry of Officials.

Han Hui also raised the wine cup and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He also doesn't think it's so difficult to be a scholar. A scholar is called a scholar. Anyone who is talented and studies hard can enter a school at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

He is a Juren now, but he failed in the previous year, so he can enter the prison to study. This time, he not only wants to get a Jinshi, but also try to get a good ranking.

He belongs to the family of Han Family Poems and Books, and his father was born in Hanlin. He is destined to be born in Kejia, and his ranking should not be too low, lest he will be humiliated.

Yu Zhen also smiled and said: "Zi Yu, if you need a collection of time, scriptures and righteousness, you can come to me. You don't need to go to the Hanmo House to buy it. I have gathered a lot."

Jia Heng said, "Thank you, Brother Wendu."

As the contacts with Han Hui and Yu Zhen became closer, he had just learned the identities of the two, one was the son of Han Huang, the second assistant of the dynasty, and the other was the son of Yu De, the right censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. It is a civil servant of Qingliu.

Then there is a feast until the beginning of the unitary hour.

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Ningrong Street, Jia's house in the wicker alley.

The night fell and everything was still.

When Jia Heng arrived home, it was already the right hour, he opened the door and entered, and put the lantern he was carrying under the eaves of the main roof.

"Brother Heng, why did you come back so late?" Aunt Cai was obviously not asleep yet, she was lighting the light in the ear room, holding the soles of her shoes, she went out of the room while talking, and asked.

Jia Heng went to the well to fetch a basin of water, washed his face, and replied: "I went to the Imperial Academy to meet some friends and left food."

On this side, Qingwen in the main room heard the commotion in the courtyard, and walked slowly to the door, already took a towel in her hand, stepped forward, handed it over, and said: "My lord, here it is."

Jia Heng reached out to take the towel, smiled, and said softly, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

The lantern hanging on the eaves of the corridor, the soft candlelight illuminated a pretty face softly, and the almond eyes reflected the gentle and "kind" expression of the young man like... his father and brother.

"Can't sleep." Qingwen said in a clear voice, because she asked, "Didn't the young master go to the Qin family?"

Jia Heng wiped his face and said: "I went to Qin's house in the morning, had lunch there, and then went to the Imperial College in the afternoon. By the way, I have been in the Imperial College for the past few days, and I usually don't come back until later , you are at home, rest earlier, don't wait for me."

On this side, Aunt Cai smiled and said, "Brother Heng, there is hot water in the pot, do you want to take a bath?"

Jia Heng nodded and said with a smile: "Auntie just go and rest first, I'll do it myself."

"It's okay." Aunt Cai smiled while carrying the wooden barrel: "I went to Dongshi in the morning, and I picked it all afternoon, but there was no suitable one."

In fact, Mrs. Cai wanted to choose a good-looking maid for Jia Heng. Of course, after meeting such pretty maids as Qingwen, her vision improved unconsciously.

Hearing this, Jia Heng knew that he was talking about buying a maid, so she smiled lightly and said: "There is no need to be in a hurry, just look for it slowly, it's better to be honest and reliable."

In the Dream of the Red Chamber, Zhui'er, the poor servant girl in Baoyu's room, steals things, and then Qingwen, who is ill... the needle is easy to pierce.

If someone with unclean hands and feet comes in and quarrels with Qingwen, it may cause much trouble.

He has been studying for a while now, so he really doesn't have the extra energy to be distracted with these inner affairs.

Qingwen said: "My lord, I'll pour you hot water, I'm used to doing this before."

As he said that, he also went to carry the wooden barrel. His slender and thin figure showed a little bit of stubbornness.

Aunt Cai hurried forward and followed to help.

Jia Heng smiled, but did not persist, turned around and went to the study, intending to continue the half-review of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

Under the east window, Jia Heng was concentrating on the desk, writing with a pen, the pen was like a snake, and the rice paper was piled up beside him.

He writes very fast now, using cursive script, and he doesn't even bother with the neat handwriting, as long as it is legible, anyway, Hanmozhai will find someone to proofread it.

"Young master, the hot water is ready." Qingwen walked to the wing room, her eyelashes drooping slightly, her eyes were hidden in a cluster of shadows, her voice trembled slightly, but she still raised her head and looked at the boy who was writing at his desk .

She just suddenly realized an important matter, in case the young master asks her to take a bath later...

Jia Heng looked up at Qingwen, and said with a smile: "You also get some hot water, wash your feet, and rest earlier."

Saying that, he put down his writing brush, took a few coats, and headed towards Westinghouse.

He could guess a thing or two about the little girl's embarrassment.

He was not going to say anything to dispel his doubts.

It is better to be silent than a thousand words.

Sure enough, seeing Jia Heng walking straight away, Qingwen's eyes moved, and she didn't know what it was like in her heart.

The night was getting dark, Jia Heng took a bath, changed into his middle clothes, and came to the wing room, seeing that it was not yet the third watch, he simply finished writing the rest of the second episode.

In the wing room separated by a wall, Qingwen had already removed her shoes and socks, washed her feet, and went to sleep with her clothes on, but for a while she opened a pair of clear black and white almond eyes, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Originally learned the rules in Jia's Mansion Middle School, but was not assigned by the old lady to that brother or sister. In the blink of an eye, he was sent here. He wanted to make a fuss...but this Uncle Heng treats people kindly and has no master at all. Temper, people can't get angry at all.

"Even if I make a fuss, I won't be able to go back to the mansion. On that day, what Sister Yuanyang gave him should be a slave bond..."

Qingwen closed her eyes slightly, thinking complicatedly.

Seeing that the light behind the curtain was still on, he put on his clothes again and got up again, walked to the small table, made a cup of tea, opened the curtain and entered the wing room, saw the young man writing a book, stood there for a moment, and said: "My lord, drink tea!" .”

Jia Heng raised her eyes, was surprised, and said, "It's Qingwen, it must be the candlelight that has affected you."

He knew that some people sleep lightly and cannot see light or sound.

Qingwen stared at the young man's face, shook her head, Qingyue's voice was somewhat cadenced, and said: "I don't mind, it's just...Young master, don't burn your eyes when you write at night."

Jia Heng paused, smiled and said: "What you said is reasonable, so I won't write it here."

Saying that, put the brush on the pen holder.

Seeing Jia Heng putting away the pen and paper, Qingwen's eyes moved, but without saying anything, she put the tea bowl on the desk, turned around and walked to the bed, and spread the bedding for Jia Heng.

Jia Heng put down the teacup, stood up, and said, "I'll clean it up myself."

Fortunately, I don't know much about needlework, otherwise... the human design collapses, and the gentleness is swept away.

"I was in the mansion, and I learned to serve people. Does the young master think that I came here to be a daughter? If it spreads, someone may say that I am frivolous and have no wink." Qingwen seems to have recovered With a coquettish air, he said softly.

Jia Heng said: "I don't mean that, it's just that I'm used to taking care of myself. If you stay for a long time, you'll know."

(End of this chapter)