The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 6 Princess Xianning
It turns out that the matter here has become so serious that the steward finally went to tell Jia She and relayed what he heard, "I heard that the poem about swallows is about the master's misfortune. Okay, everyone among the scholars outside praised the third master for his poem, and even scolded the master. The third master is also too unfilial. If the master didn’t support him, how did he grow up to be so big? "

Jia She was disturbed by Gao Le and was already furious. After hearing these words, wouldn't he be so angry that a Buddha ascended to heaven?
He grabbed a riding crop and rushed out.

Jia Cong also saw it. He clenched his fists unconsciously and calmed down more and more.

If Jia She could whip him, the effect would be better, but he would have to suffer a lot of physical pain.

Even so, he had no reason to give up halfway.

"So, did you make this poem yourself?" Jia Zheng didn't see his brother coming out, so he asked himself, trying to find out who gave this child the ambition to dare to provoke the family.

If people believe that there is someone provocative behind this matter, then the fault lies not with Rongguo Mansion.

"There are two swallows on the beam" is naturally not written by Jia Cong, but comes from Bai Juyi's "Poetry of Swallows to Liu Sou".

Bai Juyi was a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, but unfortunately he was born a little late, after Wu Zhou, and only exists in the history of Jia Cong's previous life.

There is no such person in the history of the world of Red Mansions.

Jia Cong said, "Uncle, poetry expresses ambitions, and songs speak forever. My nephew can express his feelings and form a five-character sentence. What's the problem? My nephew begs his uncle to persuade his father. If he can give his nephew and aunt a way to survive, he will Today, if my nephew has ambitions, he will repay you tenfold!"

He turned around and raised his hands to the onlookers. Although he was a child, he was full of energy and his voice was clear. "What Jia Cong did today was a last resort. I am young and unable to farm and make a living. Although it is not good, , but he is not confused, and he will never listen to the words of traitors and throw dirty water on the parents of the family. If anyone doubts that this poem was not written by me, you can ask any question and I will reply immediately, and you can tell the truth from the false instantly!"

This is such a high ambition!
Someone shouted, "Boy, are you serious about this?"

"Nothing wrong!" Jia Cong turned his back to the door. He also heard the wind and knew that Jia She had arrived.

"Boy, be careful!"

A cry of surprise came, and Jia Cong already knew that Jia She's whip had been whipped.

If he followed the etiquette of this world, Jia Cong should follow the principle of "suffering with a small stick and walking with a big stick", but he had never been beaten in his previous life. No matter how naughty he was, his grandfather never flicked a finger on him, even if he had already beaten him. I was mentally prepared, but I still didn't want to get whipped.

That's why he deliberately turned around by speaking such big words.

If someone reminds him, he will take advantage of the situation. If no one reminds him, he can pretend that he is relying on his six senses to avoid the attack.

In short, he didn't want to suffer.

Jia Cong shuddered and took advantage of the situation to dodge to the side, but he didn't completely avoid it. The horse whip hit his shoes, but it didn't hurt at all.

But he still wailed, hugging his feet like a child, looking at the fierce and ferocious Jia She with confusion and grievance.

"Father, what did my son do wrong? My son is young. If he does something wrong, can father teach him first?"

The child who had not lost his dignity even though he was kneeling in the snow, was now rolling in the snow, holding his head, looking at his whip-raising father with aggrieved face. Many people couldn't bear to see it, some women and soft-hearted people The old man even screamed out in surprise, wishing he could step forward to take his place.

On the street, a canopy-shaped elephant carriage with eight treasures stopped slowly. A lantern with the word "loyalty and shun" painted on the front of the carriage swayed in the wind.The car curtain was opened, revealing a face with a full forehead, delicate facial features, androgynous face, and a pair of narrow eyes like glass, with the ends of the eyes turned up, looking over here with a bit of curiosity and childishness.

She is not old, about ten years old, with her black hair tied into a braid and thrown behind her head. She is wearing a python nest lotus woven gold brocade arrow sleeves, and an azurite Jiang silk and black fox fur cloak, which blows in her face. A heroic spirit.

"Go and take a look, what's going on? It's so noisy!"

Ahead was Ningrong Street. The accompanying steward said "Hey", stepped on the snow, and squeezed to the edge. He looked this way and realized that something had happened in Rongguo Mansion. He asked the people around him, "What is this?" What's going on? What's the point of beating up a beggar for a first-rate general in a snowy day?"

The person who was asked was a poor scholar in his thirties. He shook his head and sighed, "Where is the beggar? If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that this child is the young master of the Rongguo Mansion!"

"what?"

After figuring out what was going on, the steward returned to the Babao Car and told the story in detail, "I heard that this seven-year-old child composed a poem about Yan'er, which made my heart tremble. Broken!"

"Go, take a look!"

The people on the Babao car stood up as they spoke. The steward said "Ouch" and stretched out his hand to stop him, "Princess, you can't do this. There is snow all over the sky outside. If you fall or make a mistake, my servant can How to explain to the prince!"

It turned out that this person was dressed as a man, but in fact he was the princess of Prince Zhongshun's palace.

King Zhongshun is the brother of the current emperor from the same mother. In his early years, he was imprisoned for the sake of the present generation. He was not pardoned until he became the emperor. Although there were many wives and concubines in the mansion, he only had one daughter.

Not to mention how precious King Zhongshun was, he was favored by the palace like eyeballs. He was given the double-character title Xianning, and he also developed an arrogant and wanton temperament.

She was raised in the palace, but seeing that the hibiscus flower festival was about to bloom in October, she made a fuss about leaving the palace, and the palace had no choice but to obey her.

The steward knew that he couldn't stop him, and the princess wouldn't listen, so he had no choice but to follow him, saying, "Whose family would have such smart and intelligent descendants, and they have to live happily and support them. I don't know what's going on with this Jia family? "

"So, after the second Duke Rong Ning, who else is left in the Jia family?" Although Xian Ning is young, she has extraordinary knowledge. With her status, what can happen if she says the wrong thing?
Jia Cong was still rolling in the snow for two or three rounds. Every time he was hit, he would hold the painful area and cry out, causing many people to cry.

Xian Ning took a look and frowned fiercely. All he saw was a vicious dog bullying a little white rabbit, and his disgust for Jia She reached the extreme.

She pulled off the cloak and handed it to the steward, "Come over here. Didn't he just say that he could write a poem just by giving him a random title? If he can speak a fluent five-character sentence, I will give him this cloak." .”

The person in charge knew that his princess wanted to protect the young master. This cloak was not just a golden bell!
"Oh, Princess, this is a reward from the palace empress. How many days have you been naked?"

Inside is a black fox fur hunted from Tienwang Mountain, which no one would dare to wear.

"Since it's mine, I can give it to whomever I want!" Xian Ning said proudly. She turned around and left with her hands behind her back, saying, "What bad luck!"

Jia Cong turned over a few times and stopped pleading. He stared at Jia She with a pair of red eyes, "Father, calm down! If the father can't tolerate his son, he will expel the son from Jia's family! After the son buries his aunt, he can take it back." Give this life back to my father!"

　The first!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)