The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 78 Unfilial and disloyal
Regardless of whether it is Lao Hetou or He Gui, although Jia Cong will win over the people in front of him on weekdays, he still knows whether the slave is loyal or not. In addition to being kind to win people's hearts, the most important thing is the contract of betrayal. Whose hands.

This is the key to his life and death.

For this reason, Jia Cong never thought of reusing them.

But He Gui came forward, bowed his waist and said, "On the day the Third Master entered the palace, the Dongfu Master sent the Grandma and Xiao Rong to come here to greet the old lady. The old lady said that she wanted to After leaving the third master to be dealt with there, my wife sent someone from Wang Shanbao's family to take away the more than 700 taels of silver..."

They were from Jia She's courtyard, so they called Mrs. Xing as their wife.

"Auntie gave it to me?"

"Yes, the money has never been touched. My aunt asked Huaping girl to take the money and return it to my wife in person. She also said that she would weigh it in person. It has not been touched at all."

Jia Cong was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about his mother's thoughts, and he didn't expect her to have such thoughts, but he was not surprised.

Seeing that Jia Cong didn't look very good, He Gui paused, and when Jia Cong asked him to continue, he said again, "Who knows, today, my wife asked someone to take another 800 taels of silver and gave it back to my aunt. I heard that It's because the palace gave the third master a reward, and the old lady also sent a message, saying that she would let Uncle Zhen take good care of himself first, and we would talk about the rest later."

Jia Cong smiled. There really were no secrets in the two houses of Jiamen. What was said in Rongqing Hall could be spread to everyone in the house in less than a quarter of an hour.

It was rare for He Gui to say these words to himself word for word.

Sure enough, as he expected, at least until the Emperor's birthday, Ning and Rong's palace would not touch him for the time being, and Jia Zhen's recovery was also crucial. For Jia Cong, this time was enough.

Returning to Jia's house, Jia Cong first went to the Rongguo Duke's Mansion. In front of the Rongqing Hall, an old and very respectable woman stopped him and conveyed the old lady's words, "Brother, there is no need to come to the old lady in the future." Goodbye, the old lady said you can’t bear your filial piety.”

Throughout the dynasties, the imperial court has governed the country with filial piety.

If this word spreads, Jia Cong will be guilty of great unfilial piety.

Jia Cong sneered in his heart and knelt down in the direction of Rongqing Hall, "Ancestor, please tell me, if your grandson is an unfilial son, how can you be an unfaithful minister? Your grandson should immediately draft a memorial and ask the court to kill him. My son’s official position and the words of the Tao Te Ching written by his grandson for the Supreme Emperor should also be destroyed, otherwise it will be disrespectful to God!”

In this way, how can the Supreme Emperor attain enlightenment and become an immortal?
In the Rongqing Hall, Jia Mu was sitting high, Jia She and Jia Zheng were sitting on chairs on both sides. Mrs. Xing was not present because she was unwell, but Mrs. Wang was holding the Buddha in her hand, looking like an old monk With a Zen look, his ears were perked up and he didn't miss any sound.

Jia Lian and Xifeng did not sit down, so one stood behind Jia She and the other stood beside the old lady to serve.

Jia Cong's words came in word by word. Jia Zheng, who was particularly intolerant of Jia Cong, couldn't help but shout "Mother!"

Jia She immediately interrupted him, "Don't listen to this bastard's alarmist talk. Who is he trying to scare? If my family knows about family affairs, I'll beat him to death if he gossips and goes outside!"

Jia Zheng was really speechless to this brother. Fortunately, the old lady was not confused. If the outsiders didn't know, what was the use of being so mean to him?Not to mention that someone deliberately spread it, but no one spread it to the outside world. Do the officials and the masters in the palace really don't know?
What do Dongchang and Jinyiwei do?

Mother Jia took a deep breath. She had not been so angry for many years. At this time, in order to take the overall situation into consideration, she had to say, "Let him in!"

Jia She called out "Mother" eagerly, and the old lady waved her hand, "Let him come in and listen to what he said!"

In the Bisha cupboard, Baoyu looked at Daiyu intently, but Daiyu lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes. There was no trace of emotion on her face, which was as smooth as snow. He felt so bored and asked, "Sister Lin, if you are I’m really worried about Brother Cong, otherwise, I’ll go and beg the old lady!”

After the two had a fight, the old lady complained so much that she cried. Mrs. Wang scolded Xiren and Zijuan again. The two maids each persuaded their masters, and Baoyu Xiaoyier apologized. Xiangyun He made some jokes in the middle and finally got talking again.

"What a boring thing to say! Why am I worried, and what can you ask the old lady for? If I am worried, he and I are just cousins, and we are brothers. Are you worried?"

"As long as you have nothing to worry about, I have nothing to worry about. Didn't he come here too? The day before yesterday, my master scolded me, saying that Brother Cong is younger than me, and his poems and books are not any better than mine. It's strange. It’s boring!”

Xiangyun was not happy with this, "Is what the master said wrong? Before I came, I also heard our master say that brother Cong has such a great reputation outside, and it's not just about words, it's just words Speaking of those poems, they are better than anything done in the past and present."

Daiyu nodded, "I sometimes wonder how he came up with such good words. I originally said that writing poetry is an easy task. First, read a poem by Wang Mojie. After carefully pondering over a hundred poems, I read another one or two hundred of Lao Du's poems, and then another one or two hundred of Li Qinglian's seven-character quatrains.

If you have these three people as a foundation first, and then read other people's works, as long as you are smart and clever, you will not worry about becoming a poet in less than a year.Now that I think about it, I was wrong! "

"You are talking about ordinary people like us, but Brother Cong is not. Look at the poem he wrote. The words he used are not very novel, but after they are put into sentences, every word is so clever. It is really surprising. People are amazed!”

"No, I don't know how brother Cong San composes poems. I really want to ask him!" Daiyu said with a smile on her face.

But Baoyu saw it in his heart, but felt unhappy, "If you want to ask, let's go and ask together another day."

Daiyu was speechless for a while, and the old lady's voice came from outside, "You still know how to come back!"

"My grandson pays regards to our ancestors!"

"You evil thing, you know how to come back! Do you know what time it is now? Where did it escape?" The old lady frowned and cursed.

"As soon as my grandson left the palace, he was invited by the prince of Dong'an County, the prince of Huai'enhou, and the prince of Xining County. My grandson will study with them in the future, so it is hard to refuse their kindness. , it’s too late to come back!”

When the old lady heard about the honors of these three families, she was speechless and sneered, "First it was the Zhongshun Prince's Palace, and now it is the Dong'an County Prince's Palace and the Huai'enhou Palace. You know how to climb a high tree, but I think you don't look down on it." The Duke of Rongguo's residence? Do you think this place is too small to support a big Buddha like yours?"

"My grandson doesn't dare! Since our ancestors have spoken, if they want to invite us another day, our grandson will just refuse!"

"You..." The old lady stared at Jia Cong who was kneeling on the ground, her expression unchanged, as if she had said something ordinary rather than something that would make people mad. She was immediately discouraged and realized that this grandson was different from others. He had always been I never looked down upon her as a grandmother.

Of course, Jia Cong would be able to respond to whatever she said, as long as he didn't piss her off.

Even a few days ago, the ancestral kindness and grandson filial piety were just an illusion. The old lady became more and more determined. When Jia Zhen recovered, she would definitely punish his will according to the clan rules.

"Did I ever tell you to reject them?" The old lady was afraid that Jia Cong would really do this and offend all the nobles, and would be blamed on the Rongguo Duke's family. As soon as the words came out, she would inevitably become angry. "You have a really good mouth. If I say one sentence, you can say ten sentences. It seems that you have a point!"

"Is this your filial piety?" the old lady gritted her teeth.

Jia Cong was silent, and the old lady was so angry that her heart ached, "If you came to pay my respects, now that you have done so, it's time for you to go!"

Jia Cong said "yes" and saluted Jia She and others again and again. Jia She didn't even look at him. Jia Cong didn't feel bored and took it calmly. Jia Zheng saw it and really felt sorry for him. .

He couldn't help but said, "Cong'er, is everything okay in the palace?"

Jia Cong looked up and saw that the sincerity in Jia Zheng's eyes was almost the same as the look in Yuan Chun's eyes he saw in the palace. He couldn't help but feel his heart move and said with a smile, "Everything is fine! The Supreme Emperor is afraid that his nephew will not be used to being in the palace. , I ordered my eldest sister to take care of my nephew..."

"Ah!" Mrs. Wang exclaimed, not caring about anything, "Cong'er, have you seen your eldest sister?" "Yes! During the five days that my nephew has been in the palace, his eldest sister has been there and she has taken great care of my nephew. .”

"Did your eldest sister say anything?" Mrs. Wang burst into tears and couldn't wipe them away. Her sad face also looked a bit old.

What a pity for a loving mother. If this is the case, why did you send your daughter there in the first place?
"Not at all!" Jia Cong shook his head, "The palace is strictly forbidden. The eldest sister strictly abides by the rules and is not allowed to do anything wrong in anything she says or does. Even though she misses the old lady, the master, the madam and the sisters in the house, she can't With this in mind, and always remember to be loyal and serve the master in the palace, this is the right path."

"What Cong'er said is absolutely true!" Although Jia Zheng also missed his beloved daughter, he was a pedantic person. He only thought about serving the country loyally, so his love for his daughter was suppressed by this thought, and said,

"The fact that your eldest sister was chosen to enter the palace with virtue is a favor from the Holy Emperor. Only by working hard day and night and being loyal to your duties can you repay the emperor's kindness in case of any eventuality. If you have the chance to meet your eldest sister again, you must treat me like this. I want to tell her that she doesn’t have to think about her grandmother and parents in their dying years.”

"Yes!" Jia Cong agreed, knowing that if he really had the chance to enter the palace, he would not be stupid enough to talk to Yuan Chun alone, do some dirty things in the melons and plums, or lose his life if someone catches him.

Of course, perhaps Jia Zheng is also smart, and these words were not meant for him.

After returning from Rongqing Hall, Aunt Zhong and the maids in the room were waiting. They were extremely happy and everyone had tears in their eyes. Qingwen hugged Jia Cong's arm and started crying. Jia Cong couldn't laugh or cry, "What's going on?" Already? Crying like this, people who don’t know think I..."

Qingwen reached out and covered his lips, "What do you want the third master to say? The third master won't come back, and he won't ask anyone to bring a message back. There are all kinds of things in the house outside, but you know that we are worried How many hearts did you get?”

"It's my fault!" Faced with this situation, with a room full of women, what else could Jia Cong say and he quickly admitted his mistake.

She Yue said, "I said that the third master has entered the palace, and the palace has also issued an imperial edict. How can we and the small courtyard be remembered by anyone? Even if there is a disturbance, who can think of going there? Let’s send a message here."

Jia Cong had no choice but to hug each other with one hand and said with a smile, "It's not my fault anymore. I entered the palace at that time, and I couldn't be free. I couldn't find anyone to come out to report the news. It made you worry."

"Who is blaming the third master? But let's just say that it is our blessing that the third master can come back safely!" She Yue wiped her tears and was uncomfortable in Jia Cong's arms, twisting her body. Jia Cong quickly let go of her.

When Aunt Zhong heard the noise, she stood up and came out. Jia Cong hurriedly stepped forward to salute, but Aunt Zhong hugged her into her arms and said, "Brother is back, that's great!"

Jia Cong knelt down and was pulled up by Aunt Zhong, "Don't be like this, don't mess with the etiquette. I will be relieved that you can come back."

Aunt Zhong had too many things to say to her son. She blocked everyone in the room and said to her son, "Tell Auntie what is going on outside. She will soon impose family laws and clan rules on you. After a while, he said that the palace had decreed that you had been promoted, and my aunt was really worried. "

Jia Cong said, "It's the son's unfilial piety that makes his mother worried!"

Jia Cong's "Mother" made Aunt Zhong shed tears again. She turned her face away and cried uncontrollably.

I think back then, her father was Jieyuan of Jiangning Prefecture. When her father's name was mentioned, no one would say "talented" and came to the capital to take the exam with great joy. With her father's talent, even if he could not win the first prize, he would not lose his reputation. , but because of her, he didn’t even enter the examination room.

In the end, both parents died, and even their bones were not allowed to be buried in their ancestors' tombs.

And she actually committed herself to being a concubine. For so many years, she didn't know how she had the honor to survive.

"Who said my son is unfilial?" Ms. Zhong was sensible after all. She pulled her son to stand up, "I won't talk about that now. You just want to talk about your plans. If you are like this, how will you be able to live here in the future? "

Jia Cong naturally has his own ideas in his heart. Although he is willing to stay in the Jia family and enjoy the resources of the Jia family, Jia She cannot tolerate him. Jia Zhen regards him as an enemy for the sake of an outsider. Since the resources left by the ancestors, He couldn't get his hands on it, so no one wanted to use it.

These words cannot be spoken to his mother. Firstly, it will inevitably make her worried; secondly, people with a sense of justice may not be able to accept his thoughts.

"Mother, my son didn't think much about it. He had to take it one step at a time."

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, mother. Because my son worked hard during the accompanying reading, the emperor's demanding son was able to answer the questions. He was appreciated by the saint. He has promoted his son's reading from the ninth grade to the classics of the Hanlin Academy. From now on, the son will have Salary, if the mother doesn’t want to use the Jia family’s money, she doesn’t have to use it, the son can now support his mother.”

Mrs. Zhong was extremely excited, smiling and crying at the same time, "This is such a good thing. Your grandfather's spirit in heaven will be so happy when he sees it. My son really has a future!"

Back in their own room, when it was time for Jia Cong to take a bath, She Yue and Qing Wen both said that they should serve on this day. The two argued for a long time. After all, they couldn't figure out who would be on duty that day. It was not good to keep arguing. They agreed to serve together.

"Ah?" Jia Cong was so surprised. He had to be naked when taking a bath. Did he want to fully present himself in front of two beautiful women?

"Sisters, how about we draw lots, and whoever wins the prize will serve today?" Jia Cong's tone was full of begging.

"It's too late. Besides, sister Sheyue and I can't write, and we can't even hold a pen, so how can we catch it? The third master should listen to us as soon as possible, and he won't eat the third master. After a while Sister Sheyue and I still need to take a shower, so we don’t have to delay Third Master."

Jia Cong had no choice but to think that he was a dead person. Fortunately, they served together, and the two of them also had a division of labor. One helped Jia Cong undress, and the other stayed by the tub. When washing, Qingwen helped him rub his back, and She Yue went to prepare it. The clothes were not as embarrassing as Jia Cong imagined.

After bathing, Qingwen helped him sleep, but Jia Cong still had something to do, so he finally dismissed her. Jia Cong then sat down at the table, spread out a piece of paper, picked up his pen, and started drawing.

Jia Cong's hands were a little raw after not painting for a long time. Fortunately, he did not intend to sell these, but only made a draft.

Above them were clearly naked men and women, turning in a circle. Although they were not vivid, they could still tell that they were playing a circle game.

After drawing a picture, Qingwen came out of the shower, urged him outside again, and threatened him that if he continued to stay like this, she and Sheyue would come to bed with him tomorrow.

"Just go to sleep!" Jia Cong was indeed a little scared. At his age, it would be so tortured to have a girl who was not much older than him sleeping next to him, but he was not young mentally.

After hiding the finished manuscript, Jia Cong undressed and went to bed.

It was late at night, but the courtyard of the cabinet was still brightly lit. The three-story building, with flying corners and double eaves, was spacious and magnificent. It was the office of the cabinet elders.

When I went to office today, an urgent report came from Liaodong. Ataitu, a Jurchen Gule village in Jianzhou, avenged his father and attacked the Dashun army. This time he suffered heavy losses.

And this is not the point. In the battle report, Nurhaci, the Jurchen leader of Jianzhou, unified all the ministries of Jianzhou and merged the Haixi and Donghai ministries. He controlled the sea in the east, the Liaodong Capital District in the west, the Yalu River in the south, and the Waixing'an Mountains in the north. In the region, he established "Dajin" in Hetuala, established himself as Khan, and established Yuan's destiny.

Emperor Taiqi was furious and summoned his cabinet ministers to discuss. The only way was to mobilize troops to Liaodong to nip this spark in the bud. But when it comes to troop deployment, food and salary must be considered.

The chief assistant, Zhao Song, who was also the Minister of Household Affairs, pretended to be dead at this time and let Zhang Qilin, the left minister of the Household Affairs Bureau, speak.

　I had a busy day yesterday and worked overtime very late. I didn't save the manuscript. I got up early in the morning and rushed to finish it, so I posted it late.

　　There is one more chapter later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)