On Jia Lu's birthday last time, Jia Jing gave her a wishful jade pendant.

What Han sent was a lanyard made by herself, which happened to match Jia Jing's, and Jia Lu took it.

After Jia Zhen was donated by Lao Tzu as a modest official, she didn't know what she was busy with. Jia Jing always forbade him to touch Jia Rong, Jia Qiang, and Jia Lu's upbringing, so she didn't know what Jia Lu liked. Based on his experience in women, he sent an extremely precious five-color jade bracelet inlaid with gemstones.

I don't think how old Jia Lu is, how can she wear this, Jia Jing.Luckily, Han and the others liked Jia Lu quite a bit, so they didn't say anything.

Zhang gave her embroidered Wufuruyi shoes.

Jia Rong knew that Jia Lu was studying, and she was writing in small regular script with hairpin flowers, so she presented an authentic postcard by Mrs. Liu Gong.

Jia Qiang practiced martial arts in the army, so she didn't know Jia Lu better than Jia Rong, nor richer than Jia Zhen. Instead, she bought a box of toys, such as clay dolls, bamboo carvings, kites and shuttlecocks, which were not expensive, but the best. To Jia Lu's joy, she squatted in front of the box and rummaged through it.

Seeing that her face was getting cold, Han urged Jia Lu to try it quickly, and Jia Lu realized that it was made by Han.

Picking up the noodles, he ate them in big gulps, but he felt bad, salty, and choked to death as soon as he took a bite. Thinking it was Han's wish, he didn't dare to spit it out, so he swallowed it with tears in his eyes.

Seeing her eating happily, Mrs. Han said, "Eat slowly."

After eating the noodles, I couldn't eat the side dishes and soup any more, so I thought of bringing disaster to the east, so I said to Jia Rong and Jia Qiang,

"My wife made it herself. I have a small belly and I can't eat it anymore. Please help me eat it!"

Jia Rong saw something and refused to answer.

Jia Qiang was careless, with a white and delicate face. It happened that he came back from the military camp and was hungry for a long time. The food was fragrant, but Jia Jing didn't open the meal, and he couldn't move himself. Only Jia Lu was eating.

Hearing what Jia Lu wanted, she immediately took the bowl, took a big gulp, and sprayed it all out before swallowing it down.

"Quick, fetch water, I'm so salty!"

Zhang hurriedly ordered people to fetch water to clean up.

How could Mrs. Han not know that she messed up, thinking that just now Jia Lu just ate a bowl of noodles without saying a word, pulled her away, and asked someone to give her a bowl of tea.

"You child, since it's salty, why did you eat it all?"

Jia Lu grinned, "It's not too salty." There was no salt added to the noodles, and it was indeed not as salty as the noodle soup.

Jia Jing looked at the bustling family and was heartbroken, thinking that in his previous life, apart from Jia Qiang being separated as a side branch, the Ningguo Mansion was all over, and now the family is harmonious and beautiful, making him even more happy.

There was also a bit of joy on the face.Han turned her head and accidentally saw him. Seeing that he was happy, she was also happy, so she pursed her lips and smiled inexplicably.

A happy birthday party passed like this.

In a few days, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Because Mrs. Han was seriously ill last time, Rongning and Ningfu had no communication for two or three months, so on this day, they invited Jia Mu and others to come to Fangyuan to appreciate Yue Xiaozhu, enjoy the moon and eat wine.

It's just that Jia Jing was worried that Mrs. Han would get sick again, so she was not allowed to intervene in the banquet, and just talked to the old lady. Mrs. Han only had sweetness in her heart, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Sure enough, on that day, Mrs. Han accompanied Jia's mother to talk, and mediated up and down to only find Mrs. Zhang. Although he was in a hurry, he was safe.

It can be said that Ningguo Mansion has been booming in the past two years. Just Jia Rong alone was admitted to Juren, which is better than countless others. Even Jia Zhu, who is very good at reading in Rongguo Mansion, failed in the provincial examination and died. on top.

Jia Zheng felt unwilling when he thought of his young and proud Jia Zhu, so he came to toast Jia with a glass of wine.As for Jia Amnesty, thinking of Jia Jing and himself, one is the Patriarch of Ningguo Mansion, the other is the Patriarch of Rongguo Mansion, and they are brothers of the same generation.

So the two brothers had a rare tacit understanding and took turns to toast Jia Jing. After a few rounds, Jia Jing felt drunk and a little dizzy, so he begged for mercy and went out to drink some time.

Jia Jing staggered out of the Moon Appreciation House and went down the mountain, with only a small servant by his side.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, there is a pond at the foot of the mountain, a small pavilion, clear and clean, like a silver plate, just in time for the bright moon to appear in the sky, sweeping down the silver light, the sky and the earth are open and bright, the mountains in the distance overlap, the lights on the mountainside are bright, and there is even more desolate singing moon It was said that this situation made Jia Jing feel poetic.

"You, go get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

The boy agreed, because at the foot of the mountain, there are houses within a hundred steps, so it is not troublesome to take these things.The boy went to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and saw that Jia Jing was still shaking his head and muttering in his mouth. The boy didn't care whether he just set up the pen, paper and ink, and just stood aside.

Jia Jing picked up the pen, but wrote two sentences, "The moon and stars are rare and the scenery is more secluded, and the music is full of lights." He couldn't write any more, shook his head, and sighed secretly, no wonder Brother Rong didn't have much poetic talent. He is a stupid person, and Mrs. Han has no talent. Although Mrs. Zhang was born in a literati family, I have never heard of anyone in her family who is famous for his poetic talent.

A slender figure flashed in his mind, if it was her child, he must be talented.

Thinking in my heart, I picked up a pen and wrote:

The sun is full of flowers and smoke, the moon is full of sorrow and sleepless.

Zhao Sechu stopped the Phoenix Column, and the Shuqin wanted to play the mandarin duck strings.

This song is intended to be passed on by no one, and I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze.

Yijun is far away across the blue sky. In the past, Hengbomu is now a fountain of tears.

If you don't believe me, I will be heartbroken, and I will come back to see the mirror.

Looking back, I actually wrote this song, shook my head, ignored it, and went by myself.

Jia Jing could just leave, but the young servant looked at the pen and ink left by the master, but he didn't dare to stay here casually, so he thought of hurrying up to clean up and catch up with the master.

Just as the boy was tidying up, he heard a female voice,

"Just stop for a moment."

Looking back, it was his wife, Mrs. Han, who was sitting in a small sedan chair, kowtowing to pay her respects.

How did the Han family come here?

It turned out that Mrs. Han had been sitting with Mother Jia for a long time. The night was darker and the air-conditioning was soaking in. Mrs. Han could drink to keep warm than others. Seeing that her face was not looking well from the cold, she was asked to come down early.

He got on the small sedan chair that had been prepared earlier and came down, just in time to see Jia Jing coming this way, so he was not in a hurry and followed him down slowly.

Seeing what he was writing while shaking his head, after being a couple for so many years, how could she not know how many catties of ink he had in his belly? The article can be a little bit better, but what shocking masterpiece can be written.

So he stopped the young man, supported Nanny Kong's hand, got out of the sedan chair, gathered up his cloak, and walked towards the small pavilion. The first thing he saw was the poem without the end of those two lines. Smile, this level is not as good as hers!

When I saw the second poem, the smile on my face froze as if frozen.

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