Dahan Shenjing
Four or five miles away from Ningguo Mansion, turn left into a long, narrow alley. After walking for less than a hundred steps, you can see a slightly dilapidated courtyard with mottled green walls standing quietly.
There was an autumn rain last night, and the pomegranate tree in the middle of the courtyard shook down pomegranate flowers like small lanterns all over the ground, adding to the feeling of desolation after the rain.
Under the east window, the green bamboos are dripping green, and there stands a young man who is only fourteen or fifteen years old. The young man is wearing a starched green shirt that is almost white. He has a clear face and is holding a blue-covered book in his hand. , reading attentively, under the sword eyebrows, a pair of black and white, clear eyes, with a look of thought from time to time.
He was originally a guard against the armed police in later generations, but he didn't want to end up in this world of red buildings due to an accident, and his soul returned to Jia Heng from the far branch of Ningguo.
Although four or five days have passed, it still feels like a dream.
There are only a few records about Jia Heng in the original book Dream of Red Mansions.
The narrative of Dream of Red Mansions did not mention the dynasty and year, so he immediately borrowed history books to find out the whole story.
"The great ancestor was from Yuyao, a descendant of the ancient Emperor Shun..."
Even though it was not the first time he read this text, Jia Heng's surprise was still undiminished. He glanced at the two history books in front of the desk and couldn't help but sigh: "This world of Red Mansions is very different from the previous dynasty. There are some more characters, and some are missing... Especially in the reign of Emperor Shizong, Emperor Jiajing was devoted to cultivating the mysteries, and the treacherous prime minister Yan Song was busy with affairs. He suffered from internal and external troubles. In the 29th year of Jiajing, I invaded the capital, invaded the capital, and captured the capital. Jiajing did not want to hunt south, so he burned himself in the palace... Zhu Ming I, in the 172nd year of his reign, fortunately, Chen Huan, a descendant of Chen Youliang, the king of Han Dynasty in the late Yuan Dynasty, raised troops from Yuyao, chased him to the north, swept the world, and established Chen again. The Han Dynasty has established its capital in Xijing for more than ninety years."
"Chen Huan, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, reigned for twenty-three years, and after Taizong for thirty-one years. As of today, the Taishang Emperor has reigned for thirty-nine years. Thirteen years ago, the Zen throne was here today. Peace has lasted for a long time, and hundreds of evils have accumulated. .”
Jia Heng thought about it, secretly calculating the dynasty correspondence in his mind, and suddenly frowned, "This year is the fourteenth year of Chongping, but with Emperor Chongzhen..."
"Bang bang..."
At this moment, the door knocker suddenly sounded outside, interrupting Jia Heng's thoughts.
"Coming, coming..." A woman's voice sounded from the courtyard on the left. A middle-aged woman in Jingchai sarong, over thirty years old, with a scarf tied around her waist, stepped sadly on the grass. Gravel path, go and open the door.
Jia Heng also walked out of the room and stood on the corridor to watch.
The woman Cai was the maid who stayed with his predecessor after his mother died. The predecessor lost his father when he was young and was raised by his mother Dong. A few years ago, his mother Dong also fell ill and died of illness not long after they were in bed together. .
After that, Cai's family of three took care of his daily life.
"Hey, who do I think you are? This early in the morning, I heard the cry of magpies. It turned out to be Sister-in-law Zhu." The woman Cai was very good at talking. She said with a smile on her face and asked, "Here comes Sister-in-law Zhu. You are..."
Mrs. Cai was also a little strange in her heart. She thought to herself that apart from paying homage to her ancestors during the New Year, no one from the Rongguo Mansion was seen at all. She wondered why Jia Zhu's daughter-in-law came to this cold house in a shabby alley.
Although Jia Heng is the descendant of Ning Guo, Ning Guo's Eighth Fang has already spread out in Beijing and lives in Rongning Street. As for Jia Heng's branch, it is about to be released in the fifth server.
The two masters and servants, Li Wan, were dressed in sapphire blue water-sleeved skirts, with crested jade hairpins on their heads. They were slender and elegant, with no makeup on their faces. They nodded slightly to Mr. Cai and asked, "Is Brother Heng at home?"
At this moment, a young man in green shirt walked slowly from the corridor, stood opposite Li Wan, raised his hands in greeting and said: "Jia Heng has met Sister Zhu, and was thinking about returning the book to Brother Lang after dinner. Didn't he It would be Heng's fault to bother Mrs. Laozhu to come to the house in person."
After saying that, he looked at Li Wan with a pair of calm and penetrating eyes, and thought to himself, no wonder she is the Twelve Hairpins of Jinling. In terms of appearance and temperament alone, she can be rated 90%.
Li Wan took a look at Jia Heng and saw that although his clothes were simple, his eyebrows were cold, his expression was sparse, and his behavior was natural and polite. The original unhappiness in his heart dissipated a little, and he said in a clear voice: "Lan'er is a young man. I was too young to read the history books of the previous dynasties. I was looking through the collection of books and was surprised that a few books were missing. However, I didn’t expect that it was Lan’er who lent it to Brother Heng. Fortunately, he was not an outsider. It was just that Lan’er was getting his teeth changed. Brother Heng, Don’t buy him any more sour and sweet ones from Lao Shizi.”
Jia Heng was silent after hearing this, knowing that Li Wan came to visit with the intention of raising an army to investigate.
Speaking of which, it was the day before yesterday that he came to this world. In order to find out some of the ins and outs, he wanted to find some history books to read. He happened to meet Jia Lan, so he bought two candy canes on the street and went up to talk to him. Read the books at home.
In fact, I was still short of money, and the money to buy the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as pens, inks, paper and inkstones was not enough. As for the history of the country, I could only borrow books and read them.
Originally, as a distant branch of the Ning Kingdom, even if his house was raided in the future, he would not be implicated. However, if he wanted to live a decent life in this feudal era, he had to study and become an official.
Thanks to the teachings of his predecessor's mother, Dong, he entered the school early, but he was out of character and not a material for reading. After the death of his predecessor's mother, he even neglected his studies.
Seeing that Jia Heng was silent, Li Wan had no intention of talking anymore and said casually: "Brother Heng, you should have finished reading the book."
Of course, she just asked casually. She didn't think Jia Heng could learn anything about it. Although she asked about it the next year, Jia Heng's mother Dong was a high-spirited person, but Jia Heng was naughty when he was young and only practiced sword dancing. He plays with guns and often hangs out with his cousin Dong Qian. He doesn't like reading very much.
Jia Heng nodded as usual and said, "Sister-in-law Zhu, wait a moment, I'll get it right away."
Li Wan frowned, worried about the "safety" of those books, and said, "I'll let you go."
Jia Heng didn't say anything more, and the maid Suyun behind him followed suit.
I walked to the study room. It was said to be a study room, but it was actually a place for daily living. The furnishings were simple, but it was neat and tidy.
There is a long lacquered wood desk in front of the window. The black paint on the corners is peeling off, which clearly shows its age.
Under the candlestick, there are all kinds of pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Several thick books are placed in the right corner, showing traces of reading.
When Li Wan entered the room, he was ready to hold his breath, but there was no peculiar smell. Instead, there was a faint scent of vanilla, which was refreshing and refreshing.
Jia Heng stacked the books together, smiled slightly and said, "Sister-in-law Zhu, return the jade to Zhao intact."
The maid Suyun stepped forward to pick her up and called out: "Grandma..."
Li Wan's face paused slightly, his eyes wandering, but he was attracted by a word on the wall next to the case. He saw a couplet written on the wall that seemed to have been written not long ago:
"The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, can be heard in my ears; I care about everything about the country, family, and the world."
The characters are in regular regular script, and the pen is sharp, like a silver painting with an iron hook, like an unsheathed sword, and the characters are like the person, sharp and sharp.
"Is this written by Brother Heng?" Li Wan's beautiful eyes were slightly startled, as if in disbelief, and he asked in surprise.
Jia Heng was startled for a moment and then said with a smile: "Last night when I was studying until the third watch, the rain hit the banana trees. I had an idea in my heart and made it at random, which made my sister-in-law laugh."
Before he came to this world, he had been practicing calligraphy for more than ten years under the influence of his grandfather who was a Taoist priest. Although he did not dare to compare himself to others, he felt that he was worthy of any scholar in this world.
Li Wan looked at Jia Heng with his beautiful eyes, and completely put away his contempt in his heart. He pondered for a moment and said: "Brother Heng, since you want to study, why don't you go to the clan school? There is no discipline there, and the clan still manages pens, ink and paper. Inkstone.”
When Jia Heng heard this, his heart moved, and there was a faint light in his eyes. He smiled and said, "I am used to being alone, and it is the same when I study at home."
How could he not know what was going on in the Jia Family School and really follow the advice of the Northwestern Iron Triangle of Shanxi and learn from it? Learn shit!
