I took the imperial examination in the red building

Chapter 148

Lin Huan was in a bewildered and weird feeling all day long.

He really couldn't figure out why he could have such a strange and absurd dream?

"Brother?" Lin Daiyu waved in front of him, "Why do you feel like you've lost your soul this day?"

Lin Huan showed a weak smile.

The opportunity to grow up for the first time in his life was too subtle, and it was hard not to remind him of Jia Baoyu, who was sleepwalking in an illusory world.

Is this dream real or not?Or half-truths?

Jia Baoyu had sex with Qin Keqing in the dream, but after waking up, it was like that, and the attacker felt something was wrong.

What about him?

He frowned - how could he have dreamed about his affair with his husband? !

Generally, there are maids in the houses of princes and princes who can help them deal with personnel affairs, but firstly, Lin Huan is still young, and secondly, he is still studying in the Imperial College, where he lives with a group of elders. I didn't expect to arrange such a roommate.

Therefore, he didn't know what the normal Dunlon process was like.

In his eyes, he and his husband in the dream seemed to be—that’s all.

Then Lin Huan found out that his first reaction turned out to be—would the husband despise him?

He frowned.

Under Lin Daiyu's unimaginable eyes, she was worried for several days.

Everyone in the studio asked him what happened.

[Sweetheart: Huanbao!To be honest, why did you turn off the live broadcast that day? 】

【Zhu Bajie carrying his wife: Yes!Be honest!Why turn off the live broadcast!Lately, you still look out of your mind?What's the matter? 】

[The pigs are gone: Huanbao, if something goes wrong, just tell us, don't make us worry. 】

Lin Huan frowned and said, "Then what, have you ever had any strange dreams? Does it have any meaning?"

[Cabbage Tofu Nao: Sure enough, I had a nightmare, but I really haven't had any strange dreams, my life is ordinary. 】

[Jin Jin doesn't care: mediocre +1, I dream of eating delicious food every day, so what, am I still hungry when I wake up? 】

[Tutu's ears: What did Huanbao dream about? 】

Lin Huan hesitated and said, "It's nothing... Tell me, is there really such a thing as Du Liniang and Liu Mengmei?"

The live broadcast room said it was an artistic creation, but it couldn't be true.

"What about Jia Baoyu?"

[Preoccupied: Although I don't really want to remind you, "A Dream of Red Mansions" is still a book!Isn't this still artistic creation? 】

Lin Huan finally let go of half of his heart.

Fortunately, it's only half finished, not completely finished.

Shen Juan didn't know that Lin Huan, who was far away in the south of the Yangtze River, had already gone through the process of calling himself dead—fortunately, he was only half dead.

He had just received the last letter from Lin Huan.

Then he picked up the pen reflexively and wrote back. After writing half a page, he realized that he should stay away from the little apprentice, so he frowned again and picked up the paper for the reply.

He wanted to crumble the letters but was reluctant, so he had to collect them all one by one and put them in the wooden box next to him.

There was already a thick stack of such letter papers in the small wooden box, and it was heavy in the hand.

A lot of letter paper inside was full of writing, and some of them were half written. The ink was from old to new, and it looked like it was worth several months. It was just as if it was entertaining itself, and it was locked into a small box by its owner.

Shen Juan put the newly written letter in, picked up another piece of paper, thought about the words, picked up the pen, and wrote a few lines, then stuffed it into the envelope, and handed it to the boy who delivered the letter below. .

The boy took a look at it, weighed it, and asked: "Aren't you going to send those?"

Shen Juan lowered his eyes: "No need to send it."

The boy scratched his head, obviously there were piles of letters sent before, but this time there were fewer letters, and he was still not used to it.

"Then... Do you want to send something?" The boy thought of the big packages that he sent out with the letter before. Small families don't have so many dowry gifts when they marry girls. The master's husband is so generous, so he said, The things given away are enough to marry a young lady from a small family to the host's family.

Shen Juan paused for a moment, put down his pen and said, "Jiangnan has a lot of things, and I don't think there's any shortage of them from me, so there's no need."

The servant keenly sensed that the master's family had probably quarreled with the young master.

Usually, when giving things away, the owner never said such a thing, he just wished he could give them everything he could use from head to toe!

What is "not lacking", is it not the master's decision whether to lack or not?If you want to send it, you can send it. When did you hesitate?

He thought so in his heart, but said yes.

After he went out, Shen Juan felt uncomfortable all over.

When he was uncomfortable, he wanted to find something to do.

After the Chinese New Year this year, he is not only the Secretary of the Imperial College, but has been promoted to the left servant of the Ministry of Rites, the third rank, only a little lower than the Shangshu and the right servant, and he is in charge of the ritual system and the temple priest.

These two divisions are relatively free, and they are only busy during the imperial examinations, Chinese New Year, and offering sacrifices to heaven.

In the eight years since he came back, all the way from the sixth-rank Jiancheng to the third-rank Zuo Shilang, the speed of promotion is also leaps and bounds. Besides, he is young, and those who are higher than him are not middle-aged. ?

Because of this, his family has also become lively in recent years.

Those individuals who usually disliked his life and restrained his father and mother also began to frequently ask about his marriage.

Uncle Shen Qing asked him once: "What do you want? Your mother is gone, and only your aunt and I can make decisions for you."

Shen Juan rejected them all.

At that time, he only thought that it was because of his parents when he was a child that made him disbelieve in feelings, but he realized later that it was probably because he had someone else in his heart.

But this person, he can't get close.

He walked and thought all the way, his steps were calm, but he hesitated in his heart.

The people from the Ministry of Rituals saluted him when they saw him, but a small official came over and said, "My lord, someone from the front of the House of Internal Affairs asked about the rituals of conferring concubines in previous years."

Shen Juan asked, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

The little official shook his head: "Maybe it's because the harem needs to be sealed off."

Shen Juan frowned.

It's not a special year and month, how could it be sealed?

He said, "Don't worry, I remember that there was an old calendar in previous years, just look for it."

After speaking, he sat on the edge of the table and pondered for a while.

The past two years have been mobilizing troops in southern Xinjiang. When spring comes, the nomads in the north have survived the winter and are starting to move.

In the past few years, almost all the tax money in Jiangnan was spent in the hands of the dead Prince Yizhong, and the Supreme Emperor loved to patrol Jiangnan.

I'm afraid the treasury is cleaner than his face, right?

Right now, Concubine Feng, do you think the money is not enough?

Otherwise, the source of the money will be found now.

He thought about it carefully, and there was nothing else to do, so he could only get money out of this concubine.

Aren't the richest people in the world today the four princes and eight princes?

Jia is not fake, Bai Yu is a horse for Tang Jin.

Shi and Wang's families are not down yet, and the two princes of the Shi family and Prince Teng of the Wang family are still using it today. Only the orphans and widows are left in the Xue family, and the only ones who can move are the Jia family.

Shen Juan thought for a while, no wonder Concubine Zhen was anxious to put Jia Yuanchun in the ranks of accompanying the princess and princess, it was not to harm her, but to save her.

It's a pity that at that time everyone's eyes were focused on the embarrassment between Concubine Zhen and the Supreme Emperor, and they didn't notice such a small pawn Jia Yuanchun at all.

He suddenly thought of Lin Huan—if Jia Yuanchun was to be named a concubine, the current forces would definitely start to show weakness. Isn't the best place to show weakness is in the south of the Yangtze River?

Just change to another Lin Ruhai...

Shen Juan hurriedly went back to write the letter.

He didn't care about the awkwardness and discomfort in his heart, he just wanted Lin Huan to come back quickly.

"...The current situation in the south of the Yangtze River is turbulent, so come back soon."

After writing this, he suddenly rubbed the letter away again.

The higher-ups are now closely watching Jiangnan, and his letter might not be delivered to Lin Huan at all, but it might harm Lin Huan.

Shen Juan broke out in a cold sweat.

No, he had to think about it.

He lay on the bed.

I don't know if it was because of the sudden realization that he was exhausted, but after lying on the couch for a while, he fell asleep in a daze.

Then... I dreamed of a little disciple far away in the south of the Yangtze River.

The cold hands, a little blush in the whiteness, the little disciple hummed and cried faintly.

In the dream, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew it was a dream, but he couldn't control himself at all.

He was horrified - could it be that his dirty thoughts are already so obvious?

People in the world often say that dreams are what the mind thinks. The so-called day and night have dreams - the little secret thoughts in the heart are finally revealed in dreams.

If it is said that the previous avoidance prevented him from realizing the seriousness of the problem, this dream almost made his mind clear.

He has been Lin Huan's husband for 12 years. At first, he was cute and comforted.

A person who has been alone for too long always wants to absorb a little warmth, even if that little warmth may not belong to him.

However, the little thing he stole that didn't belong to him was enough for him to recall it all his life.

What's more, he just wanted to chisel the wall to steal the light, but the light came to him by itself?

And people are always greedy.

His little greed gradually changed.

In the dream, he didn't realize this.

He grows greedier until—

The delicate skin became hot in his palm, and it was hard to tell whether it was the palm of his hand that was hotter, or the skin under his hand was hotter.

Shen Juan's heart trembled violently.

An absurd and indulgent dream came to an abrupt end.

Shen Juan slumped on the bed covering his face.

Shen Boda, Shen Boda, how did you get here?

In the dream, wanting/sexualizing my little apprentice? !

He almost wanted to get out of here, find a place where no one was around, let himself not ask anything, ignore anything, see... anyone.

Only in this way can he avoid his own heartbeat and the doubts of the world.

Can……

He was reluctant.

Once seeing the light, everyone will be greedy for that bit of warmth, and will not realize that little bit of pain until they burn themselves.

This is a shocking relationship, enough to break him to pieces.

He can never tell anyone, and he can stay away from his little apprentice, so that no one will find out that he once had such a dirty relationship, a dirty sex.

But he couldn't bear it.

He was reluctant.

The little light outside the window finally dimmed in the silent and deep night.