"Brother Chen, I brought the peach blossom crisp, this time, you can't be fooled!"

Beijing, Ningrong Street, peach blossoms scattered in March.

In a small courtyard, a little girl dressed in an extremely delicate manner, with her short legs, followed by a little maid, ran in panting.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

Under the peach tree in March, there was a little boy standing, dressed very ordinary, and the jacket on his body had faded to its original color, but it was better to keep warm and keep out the cold, and the child's face was red and fluttering, and he was not cold because of the cold of early spring.

As soon as he saw the little girl, Xiao Tong's eyes lit up, and he licked the corners of his mouth, obviously he was greedy for that peach blossom cake!

"Sister Xichun, run slowly, don't fall!"

The little girl is none other than the eldest lady of the Ningguo Mansion, cherishing spring.

The boy under the tree is a visitor from outside the sky, a prophet who knows where the world is headed.

The little boy raised his head and looked at the blue sky through the peach blossoms, his eyes a little embarrassed.

If there is no accident, ten years later, the eldest girl who was sent to Daming Palace was awarded the title of concubine, and the momentum of the Jia family reached its peak, which can be described as cooking flowers with brocade and fire.

After that, the Jia family turned from prosperity to decline, the three springs were scattered, Qianhong cried, and Wanyan was sad. A principality lord finally ended up with a white expanse and the earth was really clean, and the stubborn stone that made up the sky failed to save the sky after all.

The bead fairy died in tears, the jade belt hung in the forest, and the golden hairpin was buried in the snow.

"Brother! Is that Nangong servant really that beautiful?? You said that if we Dakang ranked a rouge list, could I be on the list? ”

"And that old Huang, is he a fool, he doesn't ride a horse, he has to go by himself, it feels so strange!"

"And ......"

As soon as Xichun came over, a series of questions came out like a series of cannons, and his eyes were shining, full of curiosity and joy.

Jia Chen, the son of the branch of Jiafu, is an inconspicuous junior in the branch of the Jia family, after Rong Guogong and Ning Guogong were entitled, the street where they were located was named Ning Rong Street, and there were hundreds of people in the family side of the two Guogongs to live, and among the branches, only Jia Qin, Jia Qiang, Jia Yun and most of them didn't even show their faces.

This thing sounds incredible, but in ancient times, it was very realistic, even now, this kind of family relationship still exists in some places, and most of those branches are proud of the main family.

It is said that the predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade, and the Jia family was even more so, with such a big tree as Ning Rong's second duke, as long as the surname Jia wanted to come over to enjoy the shade, it was just human nature.

Besides, Jia Chen himself is the concubine of Ning Guogong Jia Yan, and when he comes to himself, he is already a relative of the third suit.

At that time, he didn't know what he was guilty of, and participated in the battle for the throne, unfortunately, the shadow of the ancestors did not bless him, and he could not go to the Taoist temple to become a monk, but was directly wiped out by humanitarianism, and there was not even a tablet in the ancestral hall after death, saying that he was afraid of committing taboos.

I heard that at that time, he just brought a message for the masters of the lineage, and he ended up with such a fate, which is not sad! Of course, it was not only his family who landed in such a field, but more than a dozen families were affected in this way.

The master of the lineage shrank his head and went to the Xuanzhen Temple outside the capital to become a Taoist priest, and more than half of those branches became scapegoats to calm the anger of today's son.

Jia Chen's biological mother is a concubine, after the incident, the emperor's guillotine fell, the head rolled, and the dead were all descendants, he had not yet escaped the catastrophe, and finally Jia Jingxu was for peace of mind, and when he heard that there was such a person as himself, he asked Jia Zhen to take it over and temporarily live in a small courtyard near Ningrong Street.

Relying on the help of Ningfu to get by, in fact, it is not all right to say that it is difficult, at least you can eat a white flour steamed bun at every meal, which is good in this world where people can starve to death from time to time! But compared to the wealth of Ningfu Rongfu, it is one heaven and one underground.

Fortunately, he is not like Jia Qin, he has a very good mentality, he is not blinded by this world of flowers, he is too lazy to eat, he doesn't learn well at a young age, and follows the small Jia Rong to drill into the Washe Hook Fence.

His biological mother died the year before last due to overwork, for his biological mother, Jia Chen's feelings are very complicated, it is a woman from a small family of jasper, they all say that marrying a wife and marrying a virtuous person, taking a concubine to look at the face, becoming a concubine naturally looks good.

She was born in the family of the official eunuch who cultivated and read the heirloom, but because her father was greedy for ink, and was calculated by her political opponents, she finally ended up with a broken family, as her daughter, the end was naturally not good, and she was forced to flow into the teaching department, and was seen by his cheap father who often visited the flower building, and bought it back for fifty taels.

Jia Chen was a little speechless about this matter, it was just outrageous, and it was outrageous, and it was outrageous.

But this is the case, in ancient society, buying and selling people like this can be seen everywhere, it is not an exception, just like that Xiangling, was not also bought back by Xue Panqiang, and there was a lot of life for this.

The advantage of cultivating and reading heirlooms is to be sensible, understand righteousness, and read words.

When he was three years old, his mother enlightened him, he was born to know, plus the soul of the two lifetimes, the learning ability is very strong, only three months to eat all the mother's learning, but he is afraid of being too shocking, so he has been hiding clumsy, Rao is so, and his mother is also very pleased when she sees him.

When he was four years old, he inadvertently learned the truth of the world, he was greedy for joy in his dreams, he didn't wake up from the dream of Red Mansions, and the end of the world fell to people, and he finally had a sense of tension in the face of the butcher's knife more than ten years later.

In this era, if you want to get ahead, there are two ways, one is to study the imperial examination, and the other is to join the army.

After that, he went to read some of his mother's collection of books, but most of them are poems, after all, women have no role in reading those college mediocrities, and when these are finished, he will go to a bookstore opened by a clan on the street to read, in fact, it stands to reason that the Jia family is from a noble background, no one likes to read, but don't forget, the Jia family has an alternative, Jia Daishan's second son Jia Zheng loves these things, in order to satisfy his own selfish desires, he paid for a shop out of his own pocket.

After he reported his surname, the guys in the store didn't embarrass him, who didn't know that Jia Zheng was a nerd who loved sour literature, and there was finally a junior in the clan who liked to read, in case he knew that the little guy was embarrassed to study, wasn't this a slap in the face?

So Jia Chen's bubble lasted for five years, until one night, he had an extra scripture called "Da Huang Ting" in his mind, which gave him a new idea.

And the ending is like now, telling the story to the little girl in front of him, as Jia Chen told it vividly, the two little maids listened attentively, no one noticed that his fingertips flashed away.