The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 121 Deep resentment in the boudoir

Li Zheng was in his early twenties, and the provincial examination had just been held. He had a wife, two aunts, and several married women at home.

Not only when he and his wife and concubines were performing the courtesy of Zhou Gong, there were people wearing bellybands and small clothes to serve her. When he was studying, there were also people in the study who wore red sleeves to add fragrance. He had a deeper understanding of his daughter's interest than ordinary people.

But when it came time to recite poems, Li Zheng racked his brains and couldn't figure out where to start with such things as girlfriend resentment.

There was silence all around. In April in the south of the Yangtze River, the misty rain and apricot blossoms were cold. It was not the hottest time. Sweat rolled down Li Zheng's forehead and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Who the hell knows how to write poems about family grudges when they have nothing to do?
If it spread, wouldn't it make people laugh?
At this moment, Xu Geshen also came to his senses. He originally wanted to dig a hole for Jia Cong, but unexpectedly, he let his own people fall into the hole instead.

Li Zheng stammered and pieced together a five-character quatrain: The willows by the river are long and green, and the green ridges are green, and the delicate girl is wearing pink makeup, leaning on the railing in hope of her beloved.

"The word 'hope' can be regarded as being filled with 'resentment'!" Jia Cong smiled, and even he, who had no poetic talent, could tell that this poem was really mediocre.

Li Zheng's face turned red and he was very unwilling, "Of course he is not as good as Brother Jia. We, Brother Jia, are so talented!"

Jia Cong was too lazy to answer the teasing words.

While sipping the tea, he watched everyone's eyes fixed on the dendrobium flowing down the river again.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, under the influence of everyone's powerful telepathy, the Dendrobium stopped next to Jia Cong for a moment, but then rushed towards a student whom Jia Cong didn't know.

The student had a reputation as a scholar and was in his early twenties. For some reason, he raised his hand to Jia Cong and said, "Brother Jia, you are showing off your shame!"

Jia Cong smiled but didn't answer, listening to him reciting a poem, "Last night, the beauty stopped dressing up. She sat by the window for a long time with her eyebrows furrowed, but she saw tear stains and wet handkerchiefs. It's hard to tell who she misses."

Just kidding, he racked his brains and thought for a long time. Compared to Li Zhenglai, he had a little more time to think.

As soon as this man finished speaking, the whole hall immediately applauded!

Jia Cong also felt that this poem was of the best quality.

Seeing that Jia Cong had no intention of commenting, this person breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to Jia Cong again, "Brother Jia, my surname is Yuan, my given name is Haoran, and my courtesy name is Yansong. I wrote a poem to express my ugliness. I hope Brother Jia can correct me."

This is a very humble and polite word. If it were anyone else, it would definitely be a compliment.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Since Brother Yuan is asking for advice, I will not hesitate to teach you!"

Yuan Haoran was stunned. He didn't expect that Jia Cong would hit his nose and face like this. Is he a fool?

Those ladies who were originally enamored by Jia Cong's style now had to feel that Mr. Jia was too trusting?
Yuan Haoran's face was ashen, Jia Cong was so humiliating, it was really too much.

Li Fangying shook his head. Although Jia Cong was a kid with some talents, he was a little too arrogant. He said to Xiong Bichen, "It's all a loss, but a modest gain. Mr. Defu, a good seedling wants to grow into a new plant." Towering trees have to go through wind and rain and learn to be restrained!"

Xiong Bichen said, "What Wang Zhonggong said is true, but humility has to take its time. 'Tiger and wolf are stationed on the stairs, you still talk about cause and effect.' People are knocking on the door, so why talk about humility?"

"I'd like to ask Brother Jia for advice!" Yuan Haoran couldn't hold back his anger, his face full of anger.

It's not that Jia Cong doesn't know how to be humble, but he doesn't want to be humble in front of these people. He used to only hear about "gentle scum" and didn't realize it, but now he really understands it.

"Beauty rolls the beaded curtains, sits deeply and frowns. But seeing the tears wet, I don't know who I hate."

This is a song "Resentment" by the poet Li Bai, which does not exist in the history of Red Mansions. This is also Jia Cong's confidence.

A good seven-character quatrain was "corrected" by Jia Cong into a five-character quatrain, but at this time, no one dared to say bad things.

Poetry expresses aspirations and conveys emotions, and pays attention to every word and artistic conception.

Li Fangying swallowed the word "good" that came to his lips.

Xiong Bichen smiled and nodded slightly. Although at this time, no one stood up to say that Jia Cong's poems were good, it was not that these people did not know, but they did not want to increase Jia Cong's prestige. The more this happened, the more comfortable Xiong Bichen felt.

Dendrobium came down from the upper stream again, and this time, without any suspense, it stopped next to Jia Cong. He faintly heard the sound of everyone breathing a sigh of relief.

This Jia Cong's mouth is really stinky. You can say that he doesn't know etiquette. He was born in the hairpin family and lived in the palace for hundreds of years. There is a sense of nobility in his behavior, which is pleasing to the eye. If you say he knows etiquette, Well, you don’t know how to leave people with a way out, and you can kill them with just one mouthful.

Jia Cong was playing with the dendrobium. When it comes to writing about a relationship between friends, which words in poetry can express emotions better?As for the Song lyrics of the Wanyue school, the songs are full of love between children, pathos and lingering, which can touch people's hearts even more.

"The fragrance of red lotus root, the fragrance of jade and the bamboo mat in autumn, lightly untie the clothes, and go to the orchid boat alone..."

Jia Cong softly recited Li Qingzhao's song "A Cut of Plum Blossoms and the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn". In just three sentences, everyone's ears perked up, and love and resentment arose spontaneously.

"Who in the cloud sent brocade books? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower."

"The moon is full on the West Tower, the moon is full on the West Tower", everyone tasted these four words carefully, and they only felt the fragrance lingering in their mouths.

"The flowers are floating and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling. It's only on my brows, but it's on my heart."

"It's just a frown, but it's in my heart." A wealthy lady had a sore nose and shed tears.

In fact, they have not left the court, and they do not understand the emotions of parting with their husbands. However, this masterpiece of farewell with fresh style and beautiful artistic conception can touch their hearts.

This is the artistic conception and skill of good poetry and good words.

"Brother Jia, you are probably wrong. This is a poem, where is the poem? Today, we have agreed on Quhuliu Shang, and what we are going to fight is poetry." It's not like Xu Geshen can't understand the melancholy of this poem. , but if they just admit defeat, how can they, this new generation of Jiangnan literati, have any face to speak of?

"Today's poem is a word. Brother Xu picks one at random." Jia Cong no longer wanted to play with these people. He straightened up, took the handkerchief from Jia Ping's hand, wiped his hands, "It's just a poem." That’s all, to be honest with Brother Xu, I don’t want to say one or two poems, but at this moment, if you ask me to write ten or eight poems on the topic of girlfriend’s resentment, it won’t be a problem, but what’s the use?”

Xu Jishen wanted to say "arrogant", but he swallowed the breath, and instead bowed and said humbly, "Brother Jia is so talented that we dare not look up to him. If Brother Jia is still good, can you not hesitate to recite it? It’s a good idea to gain some knowledge if you wait!”

Xu Geshen doesn't believe in the ten or eight poems, and that's not a big statement.

Jia Cong knew that these people would not give up. Poems from Tang, Song, and Yuan Dynasties had been with him throughout his childhood. He recited them until he vomited, but he refused to take advantage of these people.

"In the prosperous land south of the Yangtze River, there is a saying that 'when you are full and warm, you will think of lust.' It is true. In today's world, the emperor is worried about state affairs across the river. Sheng and singing are heard everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River. Everyone is willing to fight for wine and write poems, but Jia Cong wants to give up writing. I am joining the army and will rush to the battlefield tomorrow, so I have no time to accompany you!"

After he finished speaking, he cupped his hands and walked towards Xiong Bichen.

Although Zhen Yingjia looked calm on the outside, there was murderous intent in her heart.

"The emperor is worried about state affairs across the river, and listens to music and music everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River." If Jia Cong's words were spread, although he would not be the CEO, he would be noted in the palace.

No wonder the Jia family suffered such a big loss. The young boy reacted quickly and was ruthless in his attacks. He was a ruthless character.

If such a person is in his own camp, he must be well cultivated. At present, neither the Zhen family nor the Jia family has a young man who can show off his skills. Although the Jia family has a man who was born with a jade in his head, Baoyu, and the Zhen family also has Baoyu. They have the same temperament, so it’s okay not to mention it.

However, the Jia family and this child are already at odds!

It is a disaster to keep such people!

Zhen Yingjia thought that if he could suppress him today and spread a false reputation, suppressing his youthful nature, there would be no danger in the future. Who knows, but this kid actually bit him.

Jia Cong came over and glanced at Zhen Yingjia. He didn't even ask who lost and who won in today's game. In his eyes, it was probably impossible for anyone to win.

Before Zhen Yingjia could speak, Li Zheng came over and said, "Grandpa, gentlemen, gentlemen, we have lost in today's poetry competition. Brother Jia's talent is admirable. I can't wait." many!"

This is the truth!

Zhen Yingjia thought for a while, and since we have reached this point, it is better to leave some for the Jiangnan literary world, and said, "Jia Cong, your calligraphy is praised by both the Supreme Emperor and the Emperor. Let's do this. The two poems by You will be the rest." If you are good enough, each of you can write a poem and you can copy it out and compile it into a collection of poems. It will also be a record of today's grand event, and it may be remembered for eternity!"

Jia Cong knew what Zhen Yingjia was up to as soon as he heard it. This is how the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" has stayed famous through the ages.

I want to take advantage of Jia Cong's influence and benefit Zhen Yingjia. Why didn't I know that the Zhen family was so shameless before?However, since we can have such a good relationship with the Jia family, it is inevitable that they will be the same as each other.

"I think that these two poems of mine will last forever, and others will wait. If you want to take advantage of my fame, you can do it yourself. As for me to copy them, I really don't have time."

He wanted to say, are you worthy?
But when the words came to their lips, they decided to leave an inch of room for each other.

If the head of the Zhen family had this kind of virtue, the reason why the Zhen family has not declined until now is because the old concubine from the Zhen family in the palace is still alive.

In the book, the old concubine passed away, and then the Zhen family was ransacked, and it only took a few years.

When he came out of Liangyuan, Jia Cong heard that someone outside had begun to sing Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum Blossom". The lyrics were originally meant for singing. They were quiet, melodious, and pleasant to the ears. As the mist and rain fell, the song echoed throughout the country. The streets and alleys.

"My junior fellow apprentice's talents are truly enviable. Not to mention these people, even I can't help but be jealous!"

Xiong Tingyan also heard it. He was not a narrow-minded person, nor was he envious of this poem. After this poem, Jia Cong's reputation soared to the sky again. From now on, no one dared to question his talent or knowledge. If you continue to plot against him like this, you will be envious of this talent.

Today's poem is destined to be famous throughout the ages, every word is precious and every sentence is perfect. When Xiong Bichen thought of those old guys, his plan failed, his face was ashen, and he couldn't help but feel exhausted.

"Don't take today's things to heart. Scholars have always looked down on each other. If you insist on arguing with them, you will fall behind. Everyone's purpose of studying is different. You can have the ambition to help the world. Taking the world as my responsibility, I am extremely happy to be my teacher. In the future, there will definitely be a place for you in history."

For Xiong Bichen, this was secondary. What was important was that he saw in Jia Cong the potential of Kunpeng to spread its wings for ninety thousand miles. Jia Cong's future achievements will definitely be far higher than his. For this devastated country, By the way, he is indeed a talent who can mend the sky.

If the world were not like this, Jia Cong would be willing to make excuses with these scholars. But now, in Jia Cong's eyes, he saw the scene of the late Ming Dynasty in history, whether it was the Japanese invasion in the southeast, the bad situation in Liaodong, or the It was the invasion of Northern Mongolia, which actually was nothing. What really made him feel the crisis was the scene of refugees running around.

The next day, Jia Cong and Daiyu went to Xiong's house to pick up the people. A group of four people and an entourage boarded the boat at Jiangning Pier and went to Yangzhou.

This time, Lin Ruhai brought people to greet him at Yangzhou Pier, and Jia Cong and others were first placed at Yangzhou Yanyan Yamen.

After Lin Ruhai's wife Jia died of illness, the Lin family's general affairs were left to her aunt An to take care of them. She welcomed Daiyu in at the second door, while Jia Cong and others were invited by Lin Ruhai to the study to talk.

"Cong'er told me that Mr. Lin went to Jiangning three years ago and verbally agreed on the marriage between Cong'er and his daughter. I wonder if today's verbal agreement still counts?" Xiong Bichen asked first.

Three years later, Jia Cong's talent and reputation had already spread throughout the streets and alleys of Jiangnan along with Liang Yuan's poem. Early this morning, when Lin Ruhai went to the Yamen, there were people who complimented him in front of him.

Three years later, Lin Ruhai looked at Jia Cong again. He was full of nobility. Although he was a little arrogant, but with the youthful spirit, who wouldn't be so arrogant?

With Jia Cong's status and talent, anyone else would be even more arrogant than him.

Moreover, when Lin Ruhai saw Jia Cong at this time, there was no arrogance in him, and Lin Ruhai became more and more satisfied with this son-in-law.

"This is no small matter. Since it has been agreed upon, how can we regret it!" Lin Ruhai said, "Cong'er can let Mr. Xiong come to discuss marriage. As a father-in-law, I am really happy!"

Xiong Bichen scolded Lin Ruhai in his heart, he was really quick at catching his son-in-law.

In fact, he also wanted the Xiong daughter to marry Jia Cong, but at his age, only his granddaughter was the same age as Jia Cong, so they were separated by generations.

"I'm here to congratulate Master Lin on finding a good son-in-law. It's not that I'm not humble. This disciple of mine is really unparalleled in the world, and it's also Master Lin who has good taste."

Lin Ruhai smiled and said, "It's also the marriage of the two children! After Zhuo Jing passed away, there were no elders in the family to raise the little girl, and no brothers and sisters to support her. I had no choice but to send the little girl to the Jia family."

Xiong Bichen thought to himself, don't you insist on relying on my disciple for your daughter?
But now that the two families were married, such words were hurtful. Lin Ruhai was shameless, but he couldn't ignore his daughter-in-law's face, so he smiled and refused to answer.

The two families exchanged tokens, and Xiong Tingyan wrote a marriage contract, and the marriage was settled.

Jia Cong said, "Father-in-law, my son-in-law has a request!"

Lin Ruhai said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me. Between you and me, what else do we need to be polite to?"

"Now that Sister Lin and I have decided on our names, I will rush to Ningbo tomorrow. My master Xia Jin is fighting against the Japanese in Ningbo, and I am going to help him. In the past three years, the Ningguo Duke's mansion has been managed by his widowed sister-in-law. During this period, there was no exchange of greetings or farewells, which was fine.

After the death of filial piety, a suitable person needs to be in the palm of the hand to give the gift. Sister Xichun is still young, so it is not appropriate to leave it to her.I want to send Sister Lin north and leave the affairs of Duke Ningguo's palace to her, so I can rest assured. "

Lin Ruhai originally thought that Jia Cong would go directly back to Ningguo's mansion, and his daughter would follow him north.The old lady wrote a letter, earnestly wishing to take her daughter to the Rongguo Duke's Mansion. With Jia Cong here, the Rongguo Duke's Mansion would not treat his daughter as before.

Who would have thought that Jia Cong would choose to go to the battlefield.

"Didn't you take the Tongsheng Examination before? You can take the Provincial Examination in two years. Why not take the Imperial Examination?"

Lin Ruhai was born in Tanhua, so he was very fond of the imperial examination process.

Jia Cong was too lazy to explain his ambitions to him, so he simply threw out his righteousness, "My son-in-law has a title and is supported by the people. Now that there are difficulties on the sea, there is no reason to stand by and watch. Father-in-law, don't worry, my son-in-law promises here. If my son-in-law is in trouble on the battlefield, Sister Lin can remarry."

Xiong Bichen and his son looked at Lin Ruhai very dissatisfied. They had helped him raise his daughter for three years. Do they really think that he, the father-in-law, could make the decision regarding Cong'er?

This gentleman is still alive!
"How could a good son-in-law say such a thing?" Lin Ruhai said sarcastically, "I just thought that you and Yu'er are just an unmarried couple, how can she have the position to run the Ningguo Palace for you..."

Xiong Bichen was already a little impatient and cut him off, "Cong'er will rush to Ningbo before May. There is still time now. Why not take advantage of these two days to get married? When you are older, Lin After the girl gets her hair, the marriage can be consummated."

Jia Cong naturally wanted to listen to Xiong Bichen's words, but he had no objection and said, "It's all up to you, sir."

Lin Ruhai wanted to ease the relationship between Ning Rong and Ning Rong, but she didn't know what Jia Cong was thinking. She asked, "The old lady has written several times to take your sister Lin to Beijing. She also explained that she sent your sister Lin away last time." The reason for coming back, I originally thought that after she followed you to Beijing, she could temporarily live in the Rongguo Duke's mansion, and with you taking care of her, it would be fine."

Jia Cong lowered his eyes, feeling a little unworthy of Daiyu, to have such a father. He was good at reading, but had no knowledge. No wonder he died in Yangzhou Salt Administration, and the emperor's love for him was in vain. trust.

"Although I am young, I can take care of my own wife and don't need to rely on others. Kuang's father-in-law should also know that in Rongguo Mansion, Brother Bao is raised with the girls, not the sisters in the first manor. Yes, Sister Lin’s identity is different.

Now that the marriage has been decided, it will happen sooner or later. I would like to ask my father-in-law to agree to my husband's suggestion. Why don't we get married in three days? I will wait until Sister Lin gets her hairpin to consummate the marriage. "

Lin Ruhai couldn't hear Jia Cong's displeased tone. He didn't expect that his son-in-law would dare to sneer at him, but he also knew that this tone was probably due to the Duke of Rongguo.

If she offended her son-in-law, her daughter's life would be difficult in the future, and the marriage would not be easy to cancel. After all, Lin Ruhai still cared about her daughter, so she agreed.

In the Duke Rong's mansion, it was already a month later when the letter from Yangzhou arrived.

Jia Baoyu came back from school and heard that the Lin family had sent a letter. She was so happy that she entered the Rongqing Hall and got into the arms of the old lady. "Grandma, is Sister Lin coming back?"

Jia Mu took the letter, but before she had time to open it, she happily handed it to Baoyu, "Come and see, I'm old. No matter how big the characters are, I can't read them clearly."

Baoyu hurriedly took the letter and asked someone to open it. He looked at it carefully and found that Sister Lin was already married. His face instantly turned pale, his eyes straightened, he was sweating heavily, and he was stunned again.

"Baoyu, my Baoyu!"

In the Rongqing Hall, Jia Mu's cries caused the birds under the eaves to flutter in fright.

In the palace, in Linjing Hall and Dongnuan Pavilion, the emperor and King Zhongshun were sitting and standing. King Zhongshun talked about what Jia Cong had done in Jiangning, "In one day, the Jiangnan literary world has been offended enough. Although Zhen Yingjia's move is After writing some, Jia Cong was not polite. One song, "A Cut of Plum Blossoms" and one "Girl's Grudge" can be passed down through the ages. The two sentences he casually said were like knives and arrows. According to my brother, Zhen Yingjia was afraid that he would not let it go. "

"The emperor is worried about state affairs across the river, and listens to Sheng songs everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River..." The emperor snorted coldly, "How can a three-foot-old boy know how to repay the emperor's kindness? The Zhen family has enjoyed the emperor's favor for generations, and because the concubine is still alive, they don't take me seriously. , How unreasonable!”

In the past three years, Emperor Taiqi had worked hard, but he was unable to turn the situation around in Dashun. It was like the mountain collapsed. The decline was already out of control.

King Zhongshun said that Jia Cong was no longer a child. His poor daughter heard that Jia Cong was married, so she secretly went to Jiangnan.

"Is that scholar Jia Cong the winner?" Emperor Taiqi asked.

"I won!" King Zhongshun took out Jia Cong's paper from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.

"A mere scholar has failed his talent!" Emperor Taiqi read ten lines at a glance and asked, "Did Jia Cong go to Xia Jinjunzhong?"

(End of this chapter)