Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Baochai took the remaining manuscript written by Tan Chun, put it into his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Cong'er has no interest in poetry, so it will be the same if he continues it another day.

In order to prevent word from spreading and being misled by others and ruining Cong'er's reputation as the most talented person in the world, everyone should just know this and don't say it out. "

Everyone laughed and said yes.

Xiangyun said with a smile: "Zhenzhen'er is like a chicken when you marry a chicken, and a dog when you marry a dog. Now Sister Bao only protects Brother Cong and doesn't care about us."

Baochai rolled his eyes at her and remained silent. She had already realized that something was wrong, but she didn't dare to say anything. She just wanted to cover it up.

Daiyu saw that she had a different look on her face, and after a moment's thought, she realized the reason, and was also secretly frightened.

Before everyone knew it, Baoyu laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, Brother Cong has not finished his poem. He has a beginning but no end, so he should be deposed. It is reasonable to sentence him to failure."

"Okay, okay, consider me a loser, and the villain will succeed."

Baoyu laughed, finally feeling proud.

Li Wan smiled and said: "In this case, if you fail, you will be punished. I just saw that the red plums in Cuicui'an are interesting. I want to break one off and put it in a vase. But I hate Miaoyu, so I ignore her. Now I will punish you to get one. Come."

Everyone said: "This punishment is elegant and interesting."

Baoyu also laughed. He knew that Miaoyu was aloof and arrogant, and she often rejected her, so now it was just right for Jia Cong to give her a thumbs-down.

"What's so difficult about this?" Jia Cong stood up and left.

Daiyu said: "It's very cold outside, please have a cup of hot wine before going."

Jia Cong had a big cup, Qingwen put a big cloak on him and went out.

Follow the winding path, pass by Nyeyezhu, pass by Xiaocuitang, and then pass through the corridor, and you will arrive at the foot of Congcui'an Mountain.

Outside the nunnery gate, there are dozens of red plum trees in full bloom, reflecting the white snow, which is bright and lovely. There are also branches of several large plum blossom trees sticking out from the wall of the mountain gate, filling the garden with spring scenery.

Jia Cong secretly thought, after offending Miaoyu last time, it was better not to go and find trouble, just break a plum blossom secretly at the door, and say that Miaoyu gave it to her when she got back. I'm sorry they couldn't tell, perfect.

As soon as I walked outside the door, I heard a cold and dusty voice above my head, like ice and snow on the ground, and the coolness was refreshing.

"When Marquis Huan comes, what are you doing?"

Jia Cong looked up and saw an elegant and beautiful woman wearing silk clothes standing on the balcony and beside the railing inside the nunnery. It was not Miaoyu.

"I've seen the great scholar, Cong came to pick plum blossoms." Jia Cong cupped his hands and said.

Miaoyu heard him calling him random names and thought about what he said in his last reply. She panicked for no reason and glared at him and said: "The plum blossoms at the door are not taken care of. They are not very good. They are not as good as the flowers in the nunnery." "

Jia Cong secretly thought of lust in his heart. Could it be that the beautiful jade was meant to seduce me? The "flower" in the nunnery, hey, has a lot of meaning.

Seeing him in a daze, Miaoyu called out angrily: "Marquis Huan."

"Oh, oh, here we come." Jia Cong came back to his senses. Two women had already opened the door to welcome him in.

There were several large plum blossom trees in the nunnery, and the best-flowering branches could only be broken off on the balcony, so Jia Cong went up to the second floor without thinking.

Miaoyu, who had just been admiring the flowers, saw him coming up and said, "Unexpectedly, Marquis Huan, who commands thousands of troops and marches across the battlefield, is also a flower lover."

"As the saying goes, if there are flowers, you must break them off. Don't wait until there are no flowers." Jia Cong said with a smile.

I love all the beauties in my family more than I can handle, and I also love stupid flowers.

Miaoyu didn't know his dirty thoughts and said, "Did Marquis Huan break the plum blossoms as a reward for himself or as a gift?"

"Giving it away."

"Oh? Who is so lucky that the Marquis came to pick plum blossoms and give them to him, is he a princess?" Miaoyu asked.

"Sister-in-law Zhu." Jia Cong said with a smile.

Miaoyu nodded and said, "I haven't congratulated Mr. Hou on his wedding yet."

Jia Cong raised his eyebrows and said, "Does a great scholar or a foreigner also care about Cong's lifelong affairs?"

Miaoyu blushed, turned away slightly, and said, "I am taking care of you, Lord Marquis. I naturally hope that everything goes well for you, and that you and your wife will be happy."

Jia Cong said curiously: "I heard that the master is from Jiangnan. Why did he leave his hometown and come to Beijing?"

Miaoyu rolled her eyes at him with some embarrassment and said: "Master Marquis, please do not call him random names, as this will blaspheme the Bodhisattva."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Then how should Cong be called? Calling her a girl is not like calling someone from outside the country, calling her a master, it seems old-fashioned. Cong is also in a dilemma."

Miaoyu said softly: "Just call him by his first name."

Jia Cong nodded and said, "Miaoyu, you haven't answered me yet."

Miaoyu pondered for a moment and said: "I am originally from Suzhou, and my ancestors also came from a family of scholars and officials.

Because he had been sick since he was a child, he bought many substitutes, but none of them worked. Finally, he entered Buddhism himself and he recovered. So he has been practicing Buddhism to this day.

Because I heard that there were Guanyin relics and Beiye relics in the capital, and... I followed the master up. "

Seeing that she had something to hide, Jia Cong said suspiciously: "But if you have any doubts, it's okay to say it. If Cong can help, I will never refuse."

Miaoyu said with some difficulty: "I was not tolerated by the powerful in my hometown, so Master took me to Beijing to avoid trouble."

Jia Cong looked her up and down. She was a little girl and a monk. What could the power not tolerate her?
"But because of your father-in-law?" Jia Cong could only think that her father had made enemies outside and had caused his daughter to suffer.

Miaoyu shook her head and said: "My parents have always been humble and polite in dealing with people, and they have been dead for many years."

Jia Cong said: "Could it be that someone is bullying you, a weak woman, and coveting the money of your family?"

Miaoyu shook her head: "My family has many poems and books, but nothing in gold and silver. It's not worth a cent."

Jia Cong's heart moved. It was not for revenge or wealth, but for sex. He smiled and said, "I know, there must be powerful people who covet the fairy's beauty, right?"

Miaoyu's snow-white face turned red, she glared at him, pursed her lips and said nothing, obviously she was guessed by Jia Cong.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "It's no wonder, as the ancients said, a man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade.

Miaoyu, you have such an appearance and no one to rely on. It is strange that powerful officials and gentry will not change their minds. It is inevitable. "

Miaoyu spat: "Is the Marquis gloating about his misfortune? It's so easy to live in, it's disgusting." However, hearing Jia Cong praise her beauty, she felt a little secretly happy in her heart.

"No, I just want to show off my modesty. I don't know who is so perverted and bold that he even makes up his mind to become a monk. He is really the evil spirit of lust." Jia Cong said.

Miaoyu shook her head: "I don't want to mention this person, I don't want to ruin my words."

Jia Cong said: "If you don't tell who it is, how can I vent my anger on your behalf?"

Miaoyu glanced at Jia Cong and said, "I dare not bother the Marquis."

Jia Cong shook his head and said: "No, Cong is in charge of the Jinyi Guards. It is his duty to investigate and deal with illegal crimes, not only for you, but also for other victims."

Miaoyu suddenly felt awe-inspiring and said hurriedly: "I didn't think carefully. This person was the prefect of Suzhou named Li Chao at the time."

Jia Cong nodded and said, "Don't worry. I'll ask the Jinyi Guards to investigate him later. Then I'll say hello to the Suzhou Qianhu Office. Then you can return home with peace of mind. You don't have to worry about anyone bullying you anymore."

Miaoyu was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your kindness. I will leave here tomorrow."

Seeing the sad look on her face, Jia Cong said angrily: "What are you doing? Why do you look so bitter and resentful when I vent my anger for you?"

Miaoyu was about to cry and sighed: "Since the Marquis has given up, Miaoyu is not a shameless person, so she should change her position."

Jia Cong said curiously: "It's ridiculous, when did I dislike you? What do you think in your little head?"

Miaoyu glanced at him and said, "Didn't the Marquis ask me to return home?"

Jia Cong said: "You, it's just a matter of studying. I just saved you from worries. When did I say that I would drive you away? I can't afford to support you as a girl?"
You can stay as long as you like, and it's best not to leave for the rest of your life. "

Miaoyu burst into laughter, looked at him angrily, and said: "I am a monk, please respect me."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "If you cut off your hair, I will believe you are a monk."

Miaoyu immediately broke through, stamped her feet and said angrily: "Master Hou, be careful, don't you hear that form is emptiness, emptiness is form, whether you shave your hair or not has nothing to do with your sincerity towards the Buddha."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Since the fairy is devoted to the Buddha, why do you care about what I say?"

Upon hearing this, Miaoyu's shy expression disappeared and she became indifferent again. She nodded and said, "What the Marquis said is quite Buddhist. Those who practice should be immovable." Jia Cong was speechless for a moment, and suddenly Asked: "The last post you gave me, you wrote about outsiders, what does it mean? I have thought about it for a long time, but I can't figure it out."

Miaoyu smiled and said: "Is there a riddle that the most talented person in the world cannot figure out?"

"Ashamed, ashamed."

"There are no good poems among the ancients since the Han, Jin, Five Dynasties, and Tang dynasties. There are only two good lines."

"Which two sentences?"

"Even if there is an iron threshold for a thousand years, there will eventually be a clay steamed bun." Miaoyu said slowly.

Jia Cong pondered for a moment and muttered: "That's an exaggeration. Are these two sentences better than mine?"

Miaoyu pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Master Hou's poems are naturally very wonderful, such as when the bright moon was there, it once illuminated the colorful clouds when returning; if the two love lasted for a long time, how could they stay together day and night?" and other sentences can be passed down to the world.

It's just that it's a bit flashy after all, and it's not as good as this old poem to cleanse the worldly world and break the world's sentiments. "

Jia Cong shook his head and said: "It's just a depressing statement, not worth a word.

On the surface, princes, generals, ministers, gentry, and nobles, even if they have a thousand-year iron threshold, will eventually die like traffickers, lackeys, and poor people. "

Miaoyu said: "Isn't it?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "If it's the same, why do people in the world want to be a master? Are they all fools?"

Miaoyu said: "Because the world's people are ignorant and chaotic, and cannot afford to break through this level, so they strive for glory and wealth, but they don't know that it will be in vain in the end."

Jia Cong laughed dumbly: "You, after reading a few Buddhist scriptures, do you think you are wiser than the world's people?

According to your statement, all the officials in the court are fools. Are they as chaotic as the stupid people?
Since you're all going to die in the end, why fight? Why don't we all shave our heads and become monks? "

Miaoyu was speechless and said angrily: "Master Hou, please stop messing around."

Jia Cong said with a smile: "I guess you must have had good food and clothing since you were a child. You have to stretch out your hands for food and mouth to open your mouth. You don't know the sufferings of the people. The biggest logical flaw in your statement is the theory of consequences."

Miaoyu was stunned and said: "What is logic?"

"Well, this is a Western word, which means certain rules that can be deduced from things.

For example, if there are thick clouds in the sky, it can be inferred that there will be rain. This is logic. " Jia Cong explained.

Miaoyu nodded and said, "I would like to hear the details."

"If your statement is true, and based on this, you don't need to read any more Buddhist scriptures from now on. Anyway, in a hundred years, everyone will be a pile of bones.

There is no difference between you and any great virtuous monk in the past and present, so why bother studying Buddhism? Wouldn't it save effort to wait until everyone is equal after death? "Jia Cong laughed.

Miaoyu opened her mouth, but had nothing to say. She became angry and said: "You, you are using strong words to make sense."

Jia Cong spread his hands and said, "Isn't this what you meant? No matter how advanced you are in Buddhism, you will be like ordinary people and turn into a handful of loess. So what's the use of learning Buddhism?"

"Learning Buddhism is to achieve complete enlightenment, to achieve great purity and great freedom."

"Is there any difference between the steamed buns made by the enlightened monks and the steamed buns made by ordinary people?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

Miaoyu bit her lip and rolled her eyes at Jia Cong. If there was no difference in the answer, it meant that learning Buddhism was useless.

If there is a difference in the answer, he refutes his own point of view. Knowing that his "logic" has been broken by Jia Cong, he can't help but laugh. This bastard is a bit clever.

"The Marquis is fine with his eloquence, but Miaoyu is willing to be the loser."

Jia Cong waved his hand and said: "I don't understand the cleverness of your Buddhists. I only know that everything must withstand the test of practice in order to be the truth.

For example, if the person who wrote that steamed bun poem thinks that iron thresholds are useless because everyone is mortal.

Then I give him a choice, does he want to be a young man from a wealthy family, or does he want to be a poor man with no clothes on his body and no food to eat? Miaoyu, how do you choose? "

Miaoyu pursed her lips and smiled: "Listening to your words is better than studying for ten years. I give up. I will never dare to call myself an outsider again."

"I don't dare, it's just a competition." Jia Cong said with a smile: "We have been talking for a long time, but we haven't broken the plum blossoms yet. I don't understand this, please tell me which one is better."

"If you want to put it in a vase and enjoy it, this one is the best." Miaoyu smiled and pointed to him a branch with twists and turns and lush flowers.

Jia Cong reached out and folded it, then broke off a small branch, handed it to Miaoyu, and said with a smile: "Send it to you."

Um? Miaoyu hesitated for a moment, took it shyly, and whispered: "Thank you, Lord Marquis."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "I will give you a mutton-fat white jade vase later. If you put this flower in the vase and hold it in your hand, you will look like a female Bodhisattva."

Miaoyu chuckled, covered her mouth and said angrily: "You are not allowed to blaspheme the Bodhisattva."

"You look like a fairy daughter descending to earth now." Jia Cong laughed, turned and left.

Miaoyu looked at Jia Cong's graceful back as he hugged the plum blossoms away, holding a red plum in his hand. The fragrance was fragrant. She didn't know what she thought of, but her face suddenly turned red due to the plum blossoms in her hands.

Jia Cong went back with the plum blossoms. Everyone admired them and enjoyed them together again.

Only Xichun looked calm and a little unhappy, as if he was still angry with Jia Cong.

Daiyu whispered: "Brother Cong, if you don't coax the fourth sister, you will offend her."

Jia Cong said: "The little girl is ignorant. When she grows up, she will understand. I am too lazy to care about her."

Daiyu rolled her eyes at him and went to talk to Xichun.

Everyone joked again and dispersed.

Jia Cong took Baochai, Daiyu and others home. On the way, Baochai whispered: "Cong'er, how did you write such a poem just now?"

"Isn't this just a casual chant? What's wrong?" Jia Cong asked.

Baochai whispered: "Your words of pity for the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty will be great if it spreads.

Others will inevitably think, you can't even look down on Emperor Qin and Emperor Wu of Han, how can you look down on today?
What's more, some would say, "What do you want to do when you compare yourself with the emperors of ancient times?" Isn't this a big taboo? "

Jia Cong was horrified and said: "What Sister Bao said is reasonable. I am in trouble. There have been so many people just now. How can I remedy this?"

Daiyu whispered: "Why don't you change those few words slightly, then complete the rest of the text, and send a copy to each girl, respectfully asking for correction. In the future, if anyone talks nonsense and has a poem to prove it, it will be a false accusation. ”

Jia Cong smiled and said, "I'm not that talented. Please ask Sister Bao and Zhuer to catch the sword for me."

Daiyu smiled and said: "I changed it to Xi Qin Cang Han Gu, which is slightly less literary. The pronunciation is also similar, how about it?"

Baochai knew that Jia Cong had a weak foundation in literature and history, so he explained: "Qin Cang is Zhang Cang, a master of numerology in the late Qin Dynasty. Han Gu is Ban Gu, and together with Sima Qian, he is called Ban Ma. He is one of the four masters of Han Fu."

Jia Cong nodded: "What about the back? What do you write?"

Baochai pondered for a moment and said: "I cherish the Qin Cang and Han Dynasties, which are slightly less literary; the Jin Dynasty and the Sui Dynasty are slightly less charming. The immortal who was relegated to the mortal world, Li Han and Lin Bai, wandered the rivers and lakes alone with a sword. How about it?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Sister Bao is a great talent, and I am ashamed of myself. I know Tao Yuanming, but who is Sui Zhou?"

Daiyu pursed her lips and smiled and said: "The princes of the Sui Dynasty were very talented. Their literary works were the most important thing for Emperor Yang, and they flourished for a while."

Baochai smiled and said: "How to contain it next? Your poem is so powerful that I don't know how to contain it."

Jia Cong said: "I know this. It's all over. Let's look at the current situation. What do you think?"

Bao and Dai both praised in unison: "It's majestic and exquisite! It's hard for you to imagine it."

Jia Cong smiled dryly and said, "I'm ashamed of myself if I win a prize."

Daiyu smiled and said: "Looking at your guilty look, this poem seems to have been stolen."

Jia Cong hurriedly denied it: "Nonsense. In today's world, who else can write such lyrics?"

Baochai rolled her eyes at him: "You, I know you are a genius, so don't get carried away. Just stay at home. Don't be careless when writing poems outside in the future."

Jia Cong had no choice but to accept the teachings with an open mind.

Daiyu covered her mouth and snickered. (End of chapter)