Red Mansion Jia Enhou

Miaoyu looked at her master in confusion.

Jinghuan took Miaoyu back, and Jia Lian and Jia Baoyu gave the Buddhist scriptures copied by Jinghuan to Yuanchun on the way.

Yuanchun looked at the Buddhist scripture in her hand, and a moment of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The master and disciple, who had been working behind closed doors, actually gave her Buddhist scriptures.

Yuanchun looked down at the Buddhist scripture in her hand again in surprise.

"Miss, weren't you very excited at first when the master and disciple came to Rongguo Mansion? Why don't you seem to like them so much now?"

Yuanchun took her hands away from the Buddhist scriptures.

"I am the Buddha to be worshipped, not the person to be worshipped."

"They have been in Rongguo Mansion for at least a month. Have you ever seen them come to visit me out of gratitude?"

Baoqin looked at Yuanchun and shook her head.

"That's not the case. So, if someone respects me one foot, I will respect her one foot. If she is not sincere, I don't need to respect her anymore."

Baoqin nodded thoughtfully.

Jia Lian and Jia Baoyu also got on the carriage. Jia Baoyu in the carriage seemed very interested in Jinghuan and Miaoyu.

Along the way, she was either chattering with Jia Lian and the others, or chatting with them.

When they were almost in front of Prince Zhongshun's mansion, Jia Baoyu finally shut up.

Looking at Jia Baoyu who closed his mouth, Jia Lian took a deep breath.

"Baoyu, don't you think there's something indescribably weird about the master and the disciple?"

"Weird?"

A look of doubt flashed across Jia Baoyu's face.

"Brother Lian, did you feel wrong?"

"Master Wu Nian and Master Miao Yu are both kind-hearted people, how could I feel this way?"

Jia Lian was silent. He had a kind heart and a compassionate face.

It's pretty normal that your values ​​are influenced by your facial features, but how could you not notice the weirdness between two people?

"Forget it, I won't tell you. If you trust my brother, then go to that small Buddhist temple less often."

"After all, this is a quiet Buddhist place, and there are two women there. Your age will really disturb their meditation."

Jia Lian reminded Jia Baoyu in a gentle voice, but Jia Baoyu was somewhat reluctant.

It was obvious that both Master Wu Nian and Young Master Miao Yu welcomed him, so why did they say that his going would disturb them?

Jia Baoyu got off the carriage with something on his mind.

At this time, Prince Zhongshun's palace was already crowded with people.

The sons of nobles who usually stayed at home also came, and in addition to them, many scholars and literati were also present.

And all this is due to the arrival of the Queen Mother’s birthday.

Prince Zhongshun held this banquet to collect poems and verses to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday.

Anyone with eyesight would know that this is an opportunity. As long as one stands out here, he or she can gain the favor of the emperor, or even the empress dowager and the emperor emeritus.

By then, even if I don't rise to the top, it will be no problem for me to be promoted to a higher position.

Jia Lian took Jia Baoyu in.

At this time, the people in Prince Zhongshun's mansion were divided into three groups. One group was playboys like Jia Lian, one group was civil officials and scholars, including great scholars and old gentlemen who had taught for many years, and the last group was the young civil officials and scholars.

Jia Lian naturally brought Jia Baoyu into the group of playboys.

Later in the evening, important officials from the court also arrived one after another.

Jia She and Niu Ben sat together.

Looking at the atmosphere in front of him, Niu Ben felt a little uncomfortable.

"Brother Xie, do you want to write a poem?"

"Sigh~"

The person who asked this question says that poetry knows him, but he does not know poetry.

"Brother Niu wants to do it?"

Jia She looked at Niu Ben and asked back, but Niu Ben remained silent.

"Do you think my brother is someone who can do it?"

"Brother, you don't even know it, and you still ask me!"

The two of them stared at each other and couldn't help laughing. They knew you wouldn't.

People with the same bad smell are actually happier when they are together.

What’s the point of being happy if you can’t do it?

Pei Mian, who was standing not far from the two of them, looked at them grinning with confusion in his eyes. They couldn't write poetry, so why were they so happy?
Human joys and sorrows are, after all, somewhat different.

Pei Mian was surrounded by many candidates who recommended themselves. They expressed their opinions and presented themselves to Pei Mian.

Looking at these young new scholars.

Pei Mian just felt that they were still a little immature. Besides this, the way they looked at the problem was also a little unrealistic.

Pei Mian, who was privately appointed by the emperor as the chief examiner of this year's spring examination, had some idea about the questions.

After all, the court still needs to recruit people who have something to do.

As for literary talent, it is certainly an important part, but it is not the most important one.

The candidates have taken the wrong path in recommending themselves today.

Pei Mian couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.

King Chungshun's poetry gathering also began.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, it is time to write poetry.

Looking at the white paper in front of him, Jia She only felt that it knew him, but he did not know it.

Finally, Jia She's gaze fell on Niu Ben.

Niu Ben didn't know how to do it, but he could recite doggerel easily.

Jia Lian frowned and said, "Didn't you say you can't write? What is this?"

We are brothers, how come you have made progress quietly?

Jia She retracted his eyes. If he had known about this poetry meeting, he would not have come.

He was the only one who handed in a blank paper, which was really embarrassing.

"Brother Xie, why don't you write?"

"Is it true?"

Jia She glanced at Niu Ben and said, "What do you think? You didn't even know how to write it, so how did you manage to write it?"

"Brother Xie, you don't want to hand in a blank paper, do you?"

Jia She was silent and Niu Ben was a little shocked.

"This is written to the Queen Mother. You have to force yourself to write it."

"If I really don't write anything and hand in a blank paper, I'm afraid I'll be scolded by those dog censors."

Jia She is numb, he really can't do it.

"I think you write well, brother. How about you write one for me?"

Jia She pushed his paper towards Niu Ben, and Niu Ben's face instantly wrinkled like a pig's elbow.

"Brother Xie, why don't you ask your brothers-in-law to help you write?"

"It's as easy for them writers to write these things as drinking water. You'd better stop torturing my brother."

Niu Ben pushed Jia She's blank paper back.

He spent several days thinking about this song.

Jia She's brows were tightly furrowed.

He wanted to find it too, but wouldn’t he be exposed if he did?

"Brother Niu, please help me write it!"

Jia She pushed his paper to Niu Ben again and watched Jia She and Niu Ben pushing each other back and forth.

The people around couldn't help but look at the two of them. When Zhang Dalang saw the situation here, he knew what was going on just by guessing with his toes.

It was simply that Jia She was not prepared before coming, and was in a panic when he arrived.

Zhang Dalang called the youngest grandchild of the Zhang family.

After writing the letter, Zhang Dalang asked someone to deliver it to Jia She.

Jia She looked in the direction of Zhang Dalang, whose face was now full of seriousness.

Jia She nodded gratefully to Zhang Dalang, and finally quickly looked away.

It's so scary. After his brother-in-law became the Prince's Tutor, his temperament seems to be getting colder and colder.

Even if he looked him in the eye, he would feel guilty.

This made Jia She dream back to the days when he was naughty and didn't do his homework. It must be his hallucination.

Niu Ben looked at the poem written by the youngest grandson of the Zhang family in Jia She's hand.

How come this feels better than what he wrote?
Niu Ben's eyes paused, and he suddenly felt that the poem he had been thinking about for two days was not good.

"Brother Xie, can you call that young man from the Zhang family over?"

Jia She couldn't guess what Niu Ben was thinking, and couldn't help but frowning.

"What do you want to call Brother Cheng?"

Jia She looked at Niu Ben and asked.

Niu Ben smiled embarrassedly at Jia She.

"My brother also wants to ask him for help."

Jia She's whole face wrinkled.

"You have already written it, why do you need someone to write it for you?"

“I want one too.”

Hearing the sound, Jia She looked in the direction of the sound. You want one too. What does Niu Ben have to do with him? You want one too. Are you just thinking about eating fart?
Jia She stopped complaining in his heart.

There was a ninety-year-old man with white hair and beard and a strong body staring at Jia She and Niu Ben.

Jia She's eyes almost popped out when he recognized who it was.

"Don't be ridiculous, old general. This is just a handwritten letter from a child. How can you accept it?"

The person who just spoke was none other than the truly long-lived person in the Great Chu.

His surname is Li, and his original name is Goudan!
Since he was young, he followed Taizu in his campaigns. Taizu thought his name was too vulgar, so he helped change it to Guodong.

Its meaning is the pillar of the country, and this old general lived up to Taizu's expectations.

When the Tatars invaded the Great Chu, which was in a critical period of development, he ordered his men to carry his coffin and lead the army to the northwest to resist the invading Tatars.

In terms of age, he is only slightly older than his recently deceased grandmother, Mrs. Shi.

"When has this general ever told a joke?"

"Is that boy the grandson of the Zhang family?"

Jia She, who was traumatized by the old general, swallowed his saliva.

“Exactly.”

"Go call him over and tell him that I want him to help write a poem."

"Well written, I have a great gift for you."

Jia She swallowed his saliva again.

"Hurry up, kid Xie!"

Li Guodong kicked Jia She's stool, and Jia She stood up with a dull look in his eyes. At this moment, Jia She remembered the scene when he was a child and visited Rongguo Mansion.

At that time, the old general did not look as kind as he does now, and he looked just like the gorilla on TV.

Standing in front of it, you will feel a sense of terror.

But he was a bohemian person, and if he saw that dude doing something he disliked, he would just grab him and beat him up.

At that time, the emperor and his subjects were truly of one mind, and colleagues became close friends because they had risked their lives for each other.

As for the dandy who got beaten, he could only endure it himself or tell his master, and then get beaten again.

Jia She moved closer to Zhang Dalang's circle.

When Zhang Dalang saw Jia She coming over, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Why is Enhou here?"

Jia She gave a forced smile to Zhang Jia's eldest son.

Zhang Dalang looked at his colleagues around him, and they tactfully left.

Jia She looked like he was about to cry, and Zhang Dalang frowned.

"Didn't I ask Brother Cheng to write for you?"

"Why do you still have that expression?"

Jia She glanced at the unruly pillar of the country, Li Guodong. It was not enough to just write for him, there were others who needed him.

Zhang Dalang’s brows furrowed even more tightly. What did Jia She mean by this?
"Could you lend me Brother Cheng for a while, brother?"

"what?"

"Just lend it to me for a while!"

Jia She's eyes were full of pleading.

"What do you want to borrow Cheng'er for?"

Zhang Dalang asked Jia She.

Jia She didn't dare to say anything at all. If he dared to tell the real reason, his brother-in-law would probably twist his ears and take him to the old man of the Zhang family, asking the old man to punish him according to the Zhang family rules.

If you have the guts, call his father up from underground and beat him.

It's really just tears.

Zhang Dalang, who was busy socializing, had no time to pay too much attention to Jia She, so he directly called over his youngest son, whom Jia She referred to as Cheng Ge'er.

Jia She looked at the cute five-year-old boy in front of him and felt ashamed no matter how he thought about it.

Such a group of grown men actually need such a cute help to complete the task of writing poems.

"Brother Cheng, don't be afraid when you meet some strange uncles, aunts, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers."

"They are just ugly, but they are not bad at heart!"

Zhang Cheng looked at Jia She, the stupid guy, as if he was looking at a fool.

How could he be afraid?
"Let's go, uncle."

Zhang Cheng walked in front. Looking at Zhang Cheng's back, Jia She couldn't help but sigh in his heart about the Zhang family's genes.

No one knows how this child was born, but he looks just like his father at the age of five.

Jia She quickly caught up with Zhang Cheng.

When they arrived at the table, Li Guodong waved to Zhang Cheng enthusiastically.

"Wow, did you write this poem?"

Although Zhang Cheng is only five years old, he does not show any sign of stage fright when facing the gorilla Li Guodong.

“I wrote it.”

Li Guodong smiled instantly.

"Since you wrote this, could you write one for me, too?"

"Grandpa won't let you write for nothing. When you finish, Grandpa will have something good for you!"

Zhang Cheng looked towards Jia She.

Jia She nodded desperately at Zhang Cheng, looking as if he was threatened by something.

Zhang Cheng frowned and turned his gaze to Li Guodong again.

"What good stuff?"

"How's this thing?"

Li Guodong took off a jade pendant from his waist. This piece of jade was awarded to him by Taizu. Although there were many such things in his home, each one was extremely precious.

Zhang Cheng glanced at the jade and then turned his gaze to Jia She.

Jia She nodded slightly.

Zhang Cheng took the jade pendant from Li Guodong's hand, and Li Guodong smiled instantly.

Zhang Cheng looked at the jade in his hand and smiled happily.

The Zhang family rules state that a gentleman should not be different from worldly affairs. It is precisely because of this family rule that although the Zhang family was exiled to the northwest, they lived a good life as a whole.

I never thought that the dog-crawling poem he wrote could be exchanged for such a good thing.

Zhang Cheng pinned the jade on his waist.

Pairs of eyes like those of hungry wolves fell on Zhang Cheng, and Zhang Cheng gave a harmless smile to the owners of these eyes.

This kid is good!

Li Guodong looked at this scene and couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

"Brother Xie, can you let this kid help me too?"

"Help us?"

"Help Yu?"

Jia She glanced at the cute Jiulang Zhang Cheng standing next to him. While Jia She was not paying attention, he had already written three poems in a row.

"Who wants it?"

I saw him pick up one and wave his little hand.

"Give it to me!"

"To someone!!"

"Give it to us!!!"

A group of military generals, collectively known as Baishuishan, were about to fight.

Jia She looked at Zhang Cheng and the corners of his mouth twitched.

You guys pick it up really quickly!

Li Guodong coughed, not knowing when the deal was reached.

I paid for my poems, why should you guys get them without spending any money?
In a short while, Zhang Cheng's body was covered with jade pendants.

When Jia She sent him back, Zhang Dalang even wondered who this was?

This is not his son, this is his mother, it is Shancai Tongzi.

Jia She glanced at Zhang Dalang apologetically. It was not that he was teaching the boy to do bad things and become a target of others, it was just that the boy learned the skills too quickly.

However, these poems had to be submitted to the emperor for his review.

I don't know which idiots got the poem written by Zhang Cheng, but didn't even bother to copy it again and just handed it in as it was.

Before the Spring Examination even started, the biggest fraud case of this dynasty occurred.

A dozen burly men were called into the palace by the emperor for questioning.

Looking at these men with their heads down, the emperor took out a dozen papers with identical notes.

"Chen Qing, Zhang Qing, Li Qing (more than a dozen names)"

"How come I don't know that you all learned calligraphy from the same teacher?"

Faced with the emperor's pressure, a large number of people knelt down.

"I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have asked someone to write for me."

Who is so bold as to even write a poem to celebrate the Empress Dowager's birthday?

The cute five-year-old Zhang Cheng was brought in.

None of these dozen burly men was tough and before the emperor could do anything to them, they had already handed over the five-year-old Zhang Jiulang.

Zhang Jiulang, who was in class, didn't know what was going on when a group of Wutong guards called his name.

Zhang Cheng stood up from his own school.

The Wutong Guards who came to arrest people felt that they had arrested the wrong person.

"Are you Zhang Cheng?"

Zhang Jiulang nodded.

"That's me. I wonder what the adults want to talk to me about?"

At the age of five, he already had a strong mentality. Facing a group of ferocious Wutong guards, Feifan was not afraid and even knew how to ask them about their purpose.

The Wutong Guards who came here gasped.

Are you sure you caught the right person? Who is this hotshot?

A group of people felt it was ridiculous and took Zhang Cheng to the palace.

Inside the palace, the emperor was also confused looking at the cute five-year-old Zhang Cheng.

"You found a five-year-old snatcher?"

The emperor was somewhat incredulous at first.

The generals were so embarrassed, wouldn't they be exposed if they looked for an older one?

"Are you the son of Zhang Dalang, the Prince's Junior Tutor?"

The emperor finally turned his gaze to Zhang Cheng, who nodded to him and then bowed.

"I wonder what your majesty wants to see Xiaoke about?"

The emperor just felt a headache.

"Tell me, baby, who taught you to be a gunner?"

Zhang Cheng shook his head at the emperor.

“No one taught me!”

"No one taught you, so how come you wrote poems for them?"

"Do you know that this is deceiving the emperor?"

"If you betray the emperor, your entire clan will be killed!"

The emperor threatened Zhang Cheng, but there was no fear on Zhang Cheng's face.

The emperor frowned. How could this kid be so calm?

Isn't he afraid that he will really arrest him?

It was obvious that he was not afraid. Not only was he not afraid, he seemed to have expected it.

This kid is a little bit unusual!
The emperor's brows furrowed even more tightly. Special people need special treatment.

Looking at Zhang Cheng in front of him, the emperor just felt that perhaps he should be imprisoned.

Otherwise it would be too ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

"you do not say?"

"No one taught me how to say it, Your Majesty!"

Zhang Cheng, a tough guy with a tough head and the fearless man, stared at the emperor. The emperor felt that his prestige was challenged.

"If you don't tell me, I'll have to lock you up."

The Great Chu Prison welcomes the youngest criminal! (End of this chapter)