Rongqingtang
When Jia Heng was led by Lin Zhixiao, he entered the courtyard and stood at the foot of the stone steps in the atrium. He raised his sword and looked up. He saw a red gold wooden plaque hanging on the lintel of the three main halls, with calligraphy engraved on it. Handwriting of famous people.
The plaque is different from the main hall of the Jia Mansion - Rongxi Hall, which was used by the men of the Jia Mansion to entertain official visitors. The plaque was also handwritten by Taizu Taizu of the Han Dynasty in the past.
As mentioned in the original work of Dream of Red Mansions, Mrs. Wang often lived and had banquets, not in the main room of Rongxi Hall, but in the three side rooms to the east of the main room.
"Uncle Heng, wait for now. I'll go in and report to the old lady." Lin Zhixiao walked over the threshold and entered the hall, walking around several screens to report to Jia Mu.
Jia Mu was sitting on the high kang, with a few side dishes and jade stem rice porridge on the coffee table. Yuanyang was waiting on her side, obviously she had just finished breakfast.
On the left hand side, on a row of huanghuali wood chairs, Jia Zhen and Youshi were sitting there, while Jia Rong stood beside Jia Zhen, serving her with low eyebrows, not daring to express her anger.
Jia Zhen's face was livid and her eyes were sinister. Because the night had passed, the redness and swelling on her face had actually faded a lot, but her five fingerprints had become clearer.
Jia Heng also had a sense of measure in his attacks. When he hit Lai Sheng, his molars flew out, but when he slapped Jia Zhen, it only hurt his skin and flesh, not reaching his bones. Even if he tried to examine his injuries, there was no way to do it.
Near the front, Jia Lian and Sister Feng were talking to the side.
Behind the screen, Jia Baoyu, Ying, Tan, Xi Sanchun and Daiyu were also talking quietly.
It turned out that Baoyu was going to pay a visit to the private school teacher recently invited by Huizheng's father today. Of course, apart from Daiyu, he was here to greet, visit and cherish the three springs. Firstly, he came to say hello to Jia's mother before leaving, and secondly, he came to see Baoyu... A diorama about going to school again.
Of course, it is unknown whether the old lady has any thoughts about seeing the excitement here.
Tanchun is still young, but he has slim shoulders, a slim waist, a long figure, handsome eyes and trimmed eyebrows. He looks forward to the sky and says with a smile: "Second brother, after leaving, in a few years, he will be named on the gold medal list, and he will be the number one scholar?"
Baoyu wore a purple gold crown with a hairpin on her head, and a red hairband smeared on her forehead. Her face looked like the silver moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival. A wry smile appeared on her face at the right time, and she said: "I just went to see Mr. Zhao. I heard that Mr. Zhao has a bad temper." He is very old, and he is also the lecturer of the Imperial College. He is a well-educated man. The master said he has high vision... I just hope that he will look down on me at least."
Father Zheng was also worried about Baoyu's study. The master who was originally used to enlighten him was a scholar.
But because Baoyu spent three days fishing and two days drying nets, the master became angry and complained to Father Zheng. In anger, Father Zheng gave Baoyu a slap on the palm, but the result was Jia Mu was so distressed that she invited the master back.
Then, this study was delayed for more than half a year.
Now, Father Zheng has invited a lecturer from the Imperial College, Zhao. Of course, whether he can take a fancy to Baoyu remains to be seen.
Daiyu is dressed in a lotus-colored skirt with plum blossoms embroidered on the front. She holds a white handkerchief in her hand. She has a girlish face with oval seeds. Under her two smoky eyebrows, she has a pair of autumn eyes, as smooth as water, as if they contain the misty rain of Xiaoxiang Chushui. He covered his mouth and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that my uncle will be cruel and send you to the Imperial Academy. At that time, the lecturers and inspectors will hold their hands, and your sisters will scream, but no one will save you."
It turned out to be an embarrassing incident when Baoyu was slapped on the palm and his sister screamed.
When Tanchun and Yingchun heard the words, they also smiled coquettishly. They were young girls, and their flowers were trembling.
Baoyu was a little embarrassed when Daiyu teased her, and smiled.
Daiyu's bright eyes were shining, and she looked at Baoyu and said softly: "I just hope that I can restrain my temper and don't call him a national salary thief, otherwise I will anger my uncle."
These words show concern. After all, they are cousins who grew up together and were childhood sweethearts.
Baoyu smiled, changed the subject and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Sister Lin, second sister, third sister, fourth sister, do you know what happened to Jia Heng yesterday?"
Tan Chunying raised her slender eyebrows, and with some thought in her almond-shaped eyes, she said: "I heard a few words last night, it seemed that Brother Zhen in Dongfu wanted to take away this uncle Heng. Marriage."
Tanchun is smart and has a hidden heart. Although he could only hear a few words through the screen yesterday, he also had some inferences.
Baoyu said: "Third sister, I don't know what Uncle Heng did in Cuihong Tower last night. He clamored in the world, drew his sword in anger, and cut two with one sword. It has the style of an ancient chivalrous man, which is exactly the same as that in the play. Likewise, I don’t know what kind of person he is.”
Daiyu and Tanchun looked at each other and knew that this was Erye Bao's madness again.
In Baoyu's mind at this moment, Jia Heng has automatically formed the image of a swordsman with a green shirt and a green blade that bends three feet.
Of course, from his later interactions with Liu Xianglian and others, it can also be seen that Baoyu was a bit of a literary youth and disliked rude warriors like Sun Shaozu, but he had a beautiful imagination of a handsome swordsman with a sword-shaped eyebrow.
Daiyu glanced at Xichun and said softly: "But you can't hit anyone, still...well, where is Cuihong Building?"
"Cuihonglou is..." Jia Baoyu was about to explain.
However, Tan Chun glared at him and said angrily: "Second brother can show it somewhere and tell it carefully to smear Sister Lin's ears."
This young girl in the third spring has a bright and sharp temperament and sharp words, and her voice is as clear as broken jade.
Baoyu also reacted, quickly reached out his hand and covered his mouth.
Only the gentle and silent Yingchun frowned, and a confused look appeared on her face, which looked like new lychees on her cheeks and greasy goose fat on her nose, and she said softly: "Brother Zhen in Dongfu was beaten? "
Baoyu, Tanchun, Daiyu: "..."
Co-authored Yesterday, you weren't here, were you?
Xichun was eating cherries on the side, but her face was expressionless, as if the people they were discussing were not her brother.
The little girl is not small in stature, but is tall in appearance. She is wearing a light red skirt. Her face is fair and pink, and the corners of her mouth are pink, with a bit of baby fat.
With such a petite and cute appearance, it is difficult to compare with the "poor embroidered Houmen girl, lying alone next to the ancient Buddha with green lanterns". Grandma Liu called her Miss Xichun, with a look of determination on her face, and said "What a fake family" , the little nun thinks of the real family.
Over here, Lin Zhixiao's voice came from the main hall, "Old lady, Jia Heng is here."
Jia Zhen snorted coldly at first, then threw the tea cup she was picking up on the table, but suddenly remembered that this was Jia's mother's room, so she put it down on the table.
And Youshi, who had a gorgeous face, perhaps because she didn't get enough sleep last night, and her face was somewhat thinner, raised her head and looked behind the screen.
She seemed to want to see what kind of brat Jia Heng was who asked the master to divorce her, and dared to say such a thing?
Sister Feng and Jia Lian sat aside and waited quietly.
"Let him in." Jia Mu wiped her mouth and said calmly.
Yuanyang ordered the maid to change the rice porridge and side dishes, walked behind Jia Mu and rubbed the old lady's shoulders.
Lin Zhixiao went to deliver the message. Under the eaves of the corridor, the young man said: "Uncle Heng, the old lady is calling you to come in."
Jia Heng nodded, and was about to press his sword before entering boldly.
Lin Zhixiao's family was a middle-aged woman in her forties. With a smile on her old face, she said: "Uncle Heng, in Rongqing Hall, it is not a good idea to carry a weapon."
As he said that, he turned back and glared at Lin Zhixiao, and thought to himself, how does this bad old man do things? Why did he let Jia Heng come in with a weapon? What if the attacker hurt someone and hit the old lady?
Jia Heng glanced at Lin Zhixiao's family, felt cold in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "The sword is the weapon of a gentleman. Our Jia clan is founded on military merit. It is a Ning Rong double kingdom. What kind of battles does this old lady have?" Have you seen it? Could it be that I, the son of the Jia family, can’t even carry a sword when traveling in my daily life? "
This Jia family is not the White Tiger Festival Hall or the Daming Palace. Moreover, if one day, the war breaks out, he may not be able to go to the palace with swords and shoes, and walk in and out of police.
Of course, this is also a sign of firmness.
Lin Zhixiao had a troubled look on his face. He glanced at Lin Zhixiao and saw that he also had a look of helplessness.
"Since the old lady refuses, let Heng come visit me another day." Jia Heng said loudly.
With that said, he turned around and walked away, ignoring the sword.
