The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 68
"Oops!"

After saying that, she turned around and supported the old lady, "Old ancestor, congratulations. Today, I want to ask for some wedding money first!"

The old lady's face was full of smiles, but if you look closely, the smile didn't reach her eyes. Naturally, she wanted to think more about this child Jia Cong. She was willing to give him some dignity, but she also wanted to see if he was. A peaceful one.

He was not raised by the Xing family since he was a child, and the government has never cared about him in the slightest. If he had not struggled to come up this time, the Duke of Rongguo, in order not to lose face and make others laugh, would like a father to be kind and a son to be filial. He still didn't know where he was panting.

"This is a great event. Let's see what the decree says." The old lady calmed down.

Xifeng is a smart person. Seeing this, how can he not understand the truth? He quickly changed the direction and stopped talking about asking for rewards. He stood supporting the old lady and watched Lai Da prepare to receive the order. thing.

Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't matter who got up in this family, but they couldn't interfere with her precious jade. She said the Buddha's name "Amitabha" and looked overjoyed, as if her son had received a big happy event, which made people look down on her. There's nothing wrong with it.

In the Ningguo Mansion, Jia Cong was being cut off by two boys and his hands were tied up with ropes. His baggage fell to the ground and a clue was revealed. The boys were jealous and couldn't take action because Jia Zheng was present. .

When Jia She saw it, he ordered someone to pick it up. Jia Cong kicked the boy like a ferocious wolf and said angrily, "If you dare to touch me, I'll pay you back tenfold!"

"You bastard, you've already reached this point, and you're still messing with me!" Jia She stepped forward and was about to slap Jia Cong in the face, but Jia Lian had already rushed over, "The imperial edict has arrived!"

Jia Lian shouted loudly, which made Jia She and Jia Zheng tremble with fright, and they couldn't care about Jia Cong anymore, "Imperial decree? What is it for?"

"The father-in-law who delivered the edict said that the edict is for brother Cong. It is a happy event!"

In the winter, Jia Lian's forehead was covered with sweat. He stepped forward to pick up Jia Cong's baggage and ordered, "Hurry up and untie the third master! What kind of power are you bastards doing?"

"Hurry, hurry, go!" No matter who it was given to, the Jia family could not refuse to accept the order. Jia She jumped up and ran out.

He took two steps and turned around to see Jia Cong standing still, his face full of anger. He lost his temper at the first sight and refused to accept the order.

"You bastard, who do you think you are? Why don't you go and receive the order quickly? Do you want to kill everyone in your family?"

"It's not like I'm the only one to be killed by the whole family! If I want you all to die, I just refuse to accept the order!" Jia Cong sneered.

Jia She was so frightened that cold sweat covered his face and he didn't even bother to wipe it off. As a father, he couldn't humiliate himself and turn around to beg his son. But if Jia Cong really didn't accept the order, his whole family would be executed. !
Jia Zheng also knew that the matter was of great importance, "Cong'er, no matter how wronged you are today, you still have to take care of the overall situation now."

"You fool, if you resist and disobey the edict, you will also beheading the whole family and beheading the Duke of Rongguo. It has nothing to do with the Duke of Ning. Although there are two families in the same family, now we have two families under the same surname!"

Seeing Jia Cong's anger, Jia Lian smiled and pushed him and handed him the bundle. The bundle was so heavy that he couldn't help but laugh, "What a good treasure?"

"You beat your brother Zhen like that, are you still justified?" Jia She was about to have a fit, but Jia Zheng stopped him, "Is now the time to talk about this?"

Jia Cong didn't dare to refuse to accept the order. Isn't this a matter of killing eight hundred people and losing one thousand to himself?But he could use his young age and his impulsiveness to scare the idiot Jia She.

When he came from Duke Ning's Mansion, he saw Old He standing at the black oil gate looking worriedly, so he handed the bundle to him and said, "Send it inside and give it to the maid in my house."

When he was nervous, no one paid attention to Jia Cong's baggage anymore and had no intention of exploring what was in it.

The middle door was opened, the middle officials were greeted, and the incense table was placed. The Jia family knelt in the south-facing hall. Seeing the eunuch delivering the edict, he unfolded the yellow silk scroll and declared: "Edict: From now on, Geng Baizhou, the grandson of the King of Nan'an, will not have to Entering the palace to study with the fourth prince, Jia Cong, the second son of Jia She, the Duke of Rongguo, takes over. He studies with him in the south study room and receives a ninth-grade salary. I admire this! "

This is the position of being a companion from the ninth rank. Although he is the lowest official and does not even have any rights, being a companion is a big deal. Which of the princes accompanying him is not the future heir apparent?

If the prince he serves ascends the throne, who will he trust the most?Naturally, they are the companions who have been reading since childhood, and they have the deepest feelings. Can we not entrust these companions with important responsibilities?
Jia's mother immediately beamed with joy. After thanking the Lord for his kindness, before Jia She could react, Jia Zheng had already winked at Ambassador Lai and paid a large sum of money to the eunuch who announced the decree.

Jia Cong stood up after receiving the order. He unfolded the Huang Ling and looked at it again and again, not knowing whether he should be happy or sad.

The order was received happily, and after seeing off the Zhongguan, the family returned to Rongqing Hall.

The most satisfied person was Jia Zheng. He had a slight smile on his face, stroking his beard hanging down his chest. He looked at Jia Cong as if he were his own son. He liked scholars, so he raised Zhan Guang and Shanpin in the mansion. Ren, a Qingke husband, accompanies him to study, and he also hopes that a scholar will be born in the family and his family will be honored.

You know, that day, Jia Zheng was thinking about being born in the imperial examination. Unfortunately, he was in a noble family and couldn't help himself. His father read a book before his death, and he became a descendant again.

Although he is a companion from the ninth grade, his background is so great that he can study in the South Study Room and receive the same education as the princes. He is taught by all the great scholars in the world. If he really does not have the seed to study, he will be born in the prince's house in the future. No matter what, it won't be too bad, and maybe you can get the power of following the dragon accidentally.

Of course, Jia Zheng's mind is only on the first point. A moral gentleman like him would never think of seizing the throne, but there is no guarantee that others will think so.

Mother Jia touched Baoyu in her arms and had mixed feelings. Such a good thing could not happen to her Baoyu.

Mrs. Wang looked at the son in the old lady's arms. There was no trace of jealousy on her face, and her heart was a little more relaxed. This is the rule for a serious and well-educated child. There is no trace of stinginess. Only such a child is worthy of the elders. Love.

Jia Cong hurried in and after the group saluted, he glanced at Baoyu in Jia Mu's arms, and instantly understood why Jia Mu did this deliberately today, and couldn't help but secretly laugh, "My grandson has seen the old lady, the eldest master, the lord." ,Mrs!"

The eldest lady has been ill since she lost her right to be a housekeeper, and the old lady also exempted her from morning and evening meditation.

"Now you are promising! I have been ranked twice as a Jinshi, and after ten years of hardship, you are still a ninth-rank official. How old are you, you are also a ninth-rank official!" said the old lady.

He was not overjoyed, let alone proud. Instead, he was calm and his tone was calm, as if he was beating.

Jia Cong also heard it, sneered in his heart, knelt down and said, "My grandson dare not be proud. If my grandson is not a descendant of the Duke of Rongguo, even if he is a master of splendid articles, he may not be the number one scholar in two rankings." Being able to enter the South Study Room as a reading companion, my grandson has self-awareness and is thinking about the legacy of his ancestors. He only thinks about studying hard and serving the nobles in the palace, so that he can repay his ancestors, the eldest master, the eldest wife, the master and his wife. One percent."

A smile just appeared on Jia Mu's face. She glanced at Xifeng. Xifeng said hurriedly, "Oh, old lady, really, what day is today? What a happy event! There are many people in the Hanlin Academy who can't afford meat. As for the poor Jinshi, what is strange to us is that Brother Cong has such ability and ambition at such a young age. The old lady didn't even praise her, but she was still so unhappy. For those who don't know, she thought Brother Cong had committed some kind of murder or arson. What’s going on!”

Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "When good things come to your mouth, you can't even say that it's good. What are you talking about?"

The old lady said, "He didn't commit murder or arson, but look, what did he do? Your elder brother Zhen came to me yesterday and said that you hit him with a chair. I was thinking about your little one." Man, if you did something wrong, please apologize to your brother Zhen. Do you have any self-reflection? I don’t blame your brother Zhen for being so angry!"

Jia Zheng saw Jia Cong kneeling on the ground, with his shoulders straight and his face so calm that no trace of his thoughts could be seen. His heart was full of joy and worry. At such an age and so calm, why didn't Jia Zheng care about this child? What's worrying is that at this time, the family doesn't try to win over the child, but instead pushes him away.

He was not allowed to stand up for a long time.

"Mother, let the child stand up and speak!" Jia Zheng said.

But Jia She wished Jia Cong would die. This rebellious son never paid attention to him as his father.

Of course, even if Jia Cong is as obedient as Jia Lian, it will not be good. Jia Lian is beaten once every three days, and he will be beaten for every big thing. If he does not get beaten twice in a year, he will not be able to get through the year. .

"Kneel down to honor your relatives. This is a courtesy. So what if he just kneels down like this?" Jia She said dissatisfied.

Jia Zheng then thought that this was not his son after all, and he had nothing to say.

"What the elder said is that it is only natural for a grandson to kneel to his ancestors! Even kneeling here for three days and three nights is what he should do. However, the old lady said that the grandson hit Brother Zhen, which is also a right thing. Reason."

Jia Cong thought about how to justify his self-defense behavior, how to tell the story of what happened at the ancestral hall today to arouse the dissatisfaction of the old lady, and how to calmly talk about the two tigers between the master and Prince Zhongshun. When the banner came out, the old lady seemed to have read his mind and cut off his path with just one mouth.

The old lady waved her hand, "I'm old. I don't see that my house is in a mess all the time. It all depends on the word 'ritual'. As a child who studies, you should understand this truth better. Today is the imperial edict." "Come on, if you make trouble like this next time, no one will be able to save you. No way, I'm going to go to the palace in disguise and talk to the Queen to reason with you."

This is a threat to Jia Cong. As long as Jia Cong's surname is Jia and he has not left the clan, the word "filial piety" is too big. There is no need for the old lady to go to the palace to complain, just Mrs. Xing saying "no" outside. Jia Cong couldn't even eat and walked around.

Just like when Jia Cong made a scene in front of Duke Rong's mansion, Mrs. Xing's reputation is now notorious outside.

Duke Rongguo's mansion is a long-established noble house. No matter what his appearance is, he must do everything he can to save his face. Only in this way can he maintain the majesty of the mansion. Only by not losing prestige in Kyoto can he control the resources in his hands.

This is also the reason why the old lady quickly changed her attitude towards Jia Cong. Firstly, the child's trick hurt the face of Jiashe Dongyuan, and the Duke of Rongguo helped to make up for it; secondly, Jia Cong was no matter what. Among the descendants of the Jia family, who doesn't have an incompetent descendant? As long as they have enough face later, who can still use this to make trouble all the time?

It has to be said that the old lady's skills are really clever, which is why she is able to keep her word in Ningrong's second house. In addition to her reputation as a first-class Duke's wife, her methods of doing things are also undeniable.

Jia Cong said hurriedly, "Grandma, my grandson really doesn't dare to make trouble. If my grandson is young and does something wrong, whether it is grandma, the eldest man, the eldest wife, the master and his wife, they will all teach him a lesson, give him a beating and punish him." Ichiban, this is what should be done. If you have a bad heart and don't tell others, your grandson's master will be the first to tolerate it. Please ask grandma to warn you!"

Moved Xia Jin out again!

Jia Lian couldn't help but think of the princess of the palace who was unusually loyal to Jia Cong. He had personally experienced what happened in Dongshan Garden. He couldn't understand some things that day. Could it be that after so long, there was still something he didn't understand? Even if there was something , I also saw it. I was afraid that someone was plotting against this little man, but he was plotting against him instead.

Thinking of this, Jia Lian had to stand up and said with a smile, "Master, if there is such a happy event at home, I am afraid that relatives will come to ask for a drink. I have to get a charter first so that my nephew can deal with it easily."

Jia Cong is obviously from Jia Shedong Courtyard, and even if he wants to celebrate, he will still be there. But it has always been like this. The connections and resources of the Rongguo Duke's mansion are all here. Even if people come to celebrate, they only want to see Rong. The face of the Duke's mansion is why Jia Lian said this.

Jia She felt depressed again, but now that he was clean, he didn't want to celebrate for this rebellious son. The face of his whole life was lost on his mother and son.Jia Zheng has always had no independent opinions on worldly affairs, so the old lady has to make the final decision on important matters such as this in the family.

The old lady was very satisfied with the beating she had just given Jia Cong. A beating with a stick and a sweet date was the way to control people, so she nodded and said, "It's time to celebrate, but Cong'er is young. If it’s a big event and you don’t want to make people laugh at you, just hold it for two days and invite a few close relatives and friends.”

After the tone was set, the old lady asked Jia Cong to get up, "You must understand that you are the son of our family who is studying. You must behave in a proper manner. You must not imitate your aunt who is full of resentment, let alone be naughty. Today and Use force for this one, beat that one up tomorrow, you see, Baoyu is not like you!"

Baoyu was suddenly called by name and was a little confused. He opened his eyes wide and looked at this and that, which made the old lady and his wife laugh. When he looked at his father again, his eyes were sharp. He sat up hurriedly, his forehead full. Cold sweat broke out.

When Jia's mother saw it, she felt heartbroken. She pulled her sweetheart into her arms again and despised Jia Zheng. "You can't scare him. Children, carefully scare him away. Just forget it. You should be busy." Go, let us ladies sit and talk."

Jia She, Jia She and Jia Lian walked in front, and Jia Cong followed behind. Before they could go out, Tan Chun came out of the blue gauze cupboard and stopped him, calling out, "Brother Cong!"

She hurriedly came up and grabbed Jia Cong, "You went to Dongshan Garden, didn't know what good poems you wrote, and didn't tell us about it. Why don't you let us know about such a big happy event? "

Jia Cong turned around and saw Daiyu, Yingchun, Xichun and others gathered around.

Yingchun's black and white eyes moved around, as if she didn't understand the situation. Xichun was still young and tilted her head to look at him.

Daiyu held the handkerchief, her brows were furrowed, and her lips were slightly raised, as if she was laughing at him for not counting his words. There was a playful look in her eyes, which made Jia Cong blush.

He couldn't help but smile, "There are so many things to do, and I don't have much time at the moment. I'll wait until the book of poems comes out, and I'll give each of you a copy."

"Who cares?" Daiyu said, "We agreed that you would record it for us."

"I'll record it for you!" Jia Cong said with a smile.

Sanchunyidai invited Jia Cong to her room. When Jia Baoyu saw her, she couldn't sit still in the old lady's arms.

Xifeng was the head of the family, so since she wanted to hold a banquet, she took the almanac and asked the old lady to tell the date.

He simply left the old lady and heard Tan Chun say that he would go to Daiyu's room to write. He always knew that Daiyu was very clean, and Jia Cong was irrelevant after all. He was afraid of upsetting Daiyu, so he said , "What are you going to do in the room? Let the maids get pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and write it here."

Here Xifeng asked the old lady to see that the date was November 28th. After finishing this important event, she entered the twelfth lunar month to celebrate the new year.

She hurried over and said, "Oh, stop getting wet and dry. Girls, just talk about it for a while. It's decided who I will invite here. Who will Brother Cong invite? Tell me quickly!"

Seeing that she was in high spirits, Li Wan said angrily, "Look at girl Feng, those who didn't know thought you had won the first prize. It's such a big deal that you can't even sleep at night. I wish I could invite everyone here tomorrow." !”

Xifeng is the hero of the pink team. There are not many men with belts and crowns who can compare to her. She is bold and courageous in her actions. Of course, she is not ordinary courageous either.

Such people usually observe words and emotions, and their ability to assess situations is extraordinary. Therefore, even if she is in charge of the huge Rongguo Palace, she knows very well that in this family, the old lady and her wife are the first to fawn over, and Li Wan cannot afford to offend him. Yes, my sister-in-law and my brothers-in-law need to be worshiped, so she really does everything.

Li Wan's widow was unemployed and had to look after her son to make ends meet. She studied hard in class and won the love and affection of the old lady and his wife. Li Wan's words were a joke, but they also had bad intentions.

Xifeng's expression hardened, and she quickly laughed, "Sister-in-law, where did I neglect you, and why did you offend me like this? Tell me quickly, so I can apologize to you!"

Li Wanxiao pointed at her and said, "Listen to her shrewd mouth. How often do I say that you have offended me? I was just watching them talking about Dongshanyuan's good poems. You just waited for a moment." Incredible!"

"You can wait, you can wait, you can wait until tomorrow! As my sister-in-law, I want to apologize to the girls for disturbing your enjoyment. After a while, I asked Ping'er to give you each a box. Good tea leaves, but you must forget that my sister-in-law has no eyesight!"

The old lady on the side laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight, and pointed at Xifeng, "You have such a mouth. If someone says something, you will say a basketful of words. You are not at all merciless!"

Xifeng smiled and said, "I don't dare not listen to what my sister-in-law says. If Man says I did something wrong, I just did it right. If my sister-in-law says it's wrong, it's also wrong."

How could Li Wan not hear the teasing in these words? It was because she was unhappy that she took Xifeng to attack her. If her man had not died, she would be the one in charge of the Rongguo Mansion today. What a pity. Her short-lived husband.

"You are really a scoundrel, how can you look like a young lady from a noble family? I don't care about you!"

"Then I'll thank you sister-in-law!" Xifeng followed the example of a husband-in-law outside and saluted Li Wan, which made the old lady and his wife burst into laughter. The women in the underground also laughed and joined in the fun. It was extremely lively.

This is also the atmosphere that old ladies like.

While the maids were waiting to get pens, ink, paper and inkstones, Daiyu said, "The tea you brought last time was fine for me. It tasted bland and suited my taste."

Xifeng said hurriedly, "If you like to eat it, just like last time, I will have someone send you two more cans."

Jia's mother was very happy to see her, and said to the nanny who was sitting next to her, "I don't blame people for saying that I love her more. How can anyone in this family be separated from her? Just two Yu'er, I can't take care of her for a while. , she is also helping to worry about it.”

"Second Grandma is extremely capable..."

Suddenly, several respectable old ladies in the house came. They all got the message and came together to congratulate the old lady.

Aunt Lai is in charge. She is the old lady's personal maid who has served in her boudoir. After serving for many years, the relationship between master and servant has become extraordinary. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are closer than relatives.

The old lady hurriedly said, "Please, please!"

"We can't be here anymore!" Jia Cong said. He knew that the old lady was not very happy after the imperial edict was issued.

He can understand the old lady's thoughts. After all, he is not Baoyu. For the sake of the family's dignity, the old lady is willing to give him some good looks, whether it is a cloak or anything else. For the Jia family, this little thing is really valuable. Not even worth mentioning.

But what if Jia Cong goes up?Before he showed up, he dared to make trouble at the gate without hesitation and smeared a handful of shit on the lintel of the Jia family. If he became promising and stood up a little, he would dare to fight against the patriarch. Such a restless person, Who dares to hold up something that does not follow the rules and etiquette?

What if it's something that repays kindness with hatred?

If Jia Cong stays here, and the nuns come in later, they may not surround him and praise him. In that case, where will the treasure be placed?

Even if they are very discerning and don't go too far, they will still make the old lady and madam unhappy, and this displeasure will not be blamed on the nuns, but only because Jia Cong is an eyesore here.

Now, he does not have the strength to fight against the behemoth of the Jia family. Just now the old lady made it clear that if anything goes wrong with him, the old lady will definitely go to the palace to complain.

Jia Cong hurriedly moved the house with his sisters. Baoyu was afraid that Daiyu's room would be polluted, so he let Jia Cong into his own room.

It was cold, so Baoyu and Daiyu did not move out of Jiamu's house. Daiyu lived in the blue gauze cupboard, while Baoyu slept on the big bed outside. As soon as they entered, a faint fragrance filled the air, making it look like a girl's boudoir.

"Third brother, let me help you sharpen your ink!" Tan Chun was particularly attentive. "Last time you gave me Sister Lin's poem. I had never seen that word before and I liked it very much. But Sister Lin couldn't put it down and was reluctant to borrow it. Give it to me, I don’t know whose post the third brother posted?"

As for whose post Jia Conglin wrote, there are many. In his previous life, he could pick up chopsticks and start writing. The handwriting was forced by his grandfather.

When it comes to calligraphy, my grandfather follows what Sun Guoting of the Tang Dynasty said in "Book Book": "When you are new to learning distribution, you should strive for fairness and justice; if you are able to be even and correct, you must pursue danger; if you are capable of danger, return to fairness."

Therefore, he has written different posts at different stages. Due to the different directions of history, many famous writers have never been heard of by Tanchun.

Jia Cong said, "I have heard that my third sister is good at reading. If she doesn't dislike it, I can write a few words to my sister when I have some free time. If I say what the post is, I don't remember it now. I wrote it earlier. It was the posts brought by my aunt, but later, these posts were torn up, burned, and all gone."

Jia Cong's words are either true or false. It was Mr. Zhong who enlightened him. However, although Mr. Zhong had read several books, he was not good at handwriting. His original handwriting was actually limited. Jia Cong's handwriting was He brought it from his previous life.

For a moment, everyone was speechless, but they were also full of regret.

Baoyu didn't know much about worldly affairs. After hearing this, he just felt like a waste of natural resources and was furious, "How can there be such a unruly slave? He's even bigger than his ancestors, why don't you drive him out?"

Daiyu looked at Baoyu in surprise, but was speechless. Then she looked at Jia Cong, who was calm and said these words without any resentment. His tone was as calm as if he was talking about someone else's family affairs. She felt a little touched in her heart.

Back then, he was kneeling in the snow, his body as thin as a piece of paper, yet as strong as a mountain, struggling to make a way out of death.

"Wonderful!"

Tanchun exclaimed, and Daiyu came back to her senses.

　Second more!

　　One more chapter, a little later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)