The south of the Yangtze River has been at peace for a long time, and the martial arts among the people has almost disappeared along with the unruly wind along the Qinhuai River.
No one expected that the people who came to Huafang in search of beauty would actually bring a sword with them. Moreover, the handle of the sword was embroidered with gold threads and had a dragon's head lying on it. It was a gift from the emperor.
After all, the Jin family is also a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River. As the leader of this generation of the Jin family, how could it be possible that he doesn't even have this kind of vision?
"I dare to ask, but in front of the young Jia Qianhu of Rongguo Mansion? This is Jin Lun, my father, Jin Defan, the president of the South Zhili General Chamber of Commerce..."
"Father? My father, Jia Enhou, the current head of the Rongguo Mansion, has ordered the first-class Divine Power General!"
Um?
ah?
The entire boat was silent for an instant, and the sound of silk and bamboo that had never stopped stopped unconsciously.
"Pin dad" is a new word, but it can be said concisely and comprehensively. The group of scholars led by Jin Lun are all fresh graduates this autumn, so they naturally understand the meaning.
It is true that the Jin family is a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River, but facing a behemoth like Rongguo Mansion, even if his father came in person, he would have to kneel before Jia Cong.
The Jin family has a fortune of millions, but in the final analysis, business is business.
Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce were the lowest class.
Otherwise, why did his father force him to study for the imperial examination? It was not to change the family and make the Jin family a real Jiangnan wealthy family.
Jia Cong patted the Yan Fei Dao on the table and sneered: "It's useless to fight against my father, and it's useless to fight for your Jieyuan identity. I have granted you the rank of fifth-grade dragon guard Qianhu. Why don't you see me?" bye?"
Jin Lun took a deep breath and bowed in obeisance: "Student Jin Lun, meet Xiao Jia Qianhu..."
"Bang!"
"If you dare to call me little Jia Qianhu again, believe it or not, I will smash your mouth! Are you very young? Humph!"
Jia Cong was annoyed by the name Xiao Jia Qianhu. Is his grandma very young?
Jin Lun took another breath and suppressed the irritation and resentment in his eyes: "Student Jin Lun, meet Mr. Qianhu!"
Jia Cong did not let Jin Lun stand up and allowed him to bow in worship.
He glanced around at the dozen or so people following Jin Lun and snorted: "What about you? Are you not polite or do you want to ignore me?"
"Student *** (Lu Yue...) pays homage to Mr. Qianhu!"
The sound was messy, but it also spread to several boats not far away. Jia Cong could clearly feel the laughter of the silk and bamboo around him paused.
The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and the entertainment venue was indeed a place where fame and fortune were fought for. I am afraid that 99% of the scholars on the rippling Qinhuai River are thinking of ways to make a name for themselves so that they can climb up with a thigh.
"Brother Cong..."
Xue Pan was extremely happy. He liked to come to the Qinhuai River to have fun, and these scholars also liked to come to the Qinhuai River to have fun.
Scholars who consider themselves disciples of saints, how can they think highly of Xue Pan, a descendant of the emperor's merchants? They are always mocking Xue Pan, who smells like copper and has no elegance.
Among this group of people, there were several who had conflicts with Xue Pan, and some even deliberately provoked Xue Pan to make him look embarrassed.
The Jin Lun in front of him is one of them.
Xue Pan had just drunk a lot of wine and was already tipsy. He said with a half-smile, "Brother Cong, do you know why this Jin Jieyuan failed to take the provincial examination three years ago on the pretext of serving his father's illness?"
"Got a story? Brother Xue, tell it quickly."….
"Because there is a young genius Zhang Zhengju in Jinling Prefecture! At that time, Mr. Zhang Zhengju was the leader in all three examinations at the county, prefecture, and hospital examinations. He was very prestigious and had the potential to directly conquer Nanzhili Jieyuan. The Jin family originally created Jin Jieyuan for us. After gaining momentum, he was bound to win the title of Jie Yuan and then go to Chongwen Academy to become Master Jiang Shan. Unexpectedly, he failed in the academy examination. Jin Jieyuan almost jumped into the Qinhuai River... Tsk tsk... After failing in the academy examination, it became like this. Mr. Jin still dared to give up in the provincial examination. Is he going?"
If you can't handle this setback, how dare you compare with my third brother Zhang?
Jia Cong looked at Jin Lun, who was hunched over and with bulging veins on his forehead. He clicked his tongue twice and said, "He's a poor man. Brother Xue, you don't understand. This is actually a disease, a mental illness. In severe cases, it can kill people." .Jin Jieyuan, get up, no need to be polite."
"You all get up!"
Jia Cong asked the group of leaders to stand up, glanced around with concern, and sighed: "You may not know that Jin Jieyuan's situation is simply because of a lack of mental endurance. If he goes further, he will suffer from depression. If there is no The solution is to solve the problem, and eventually the whole person will die in depression, or even commit suicide..."
hiss!
Although this thing sounds ridiculous, many people saw Jin Lun jumping into the river three years ago.
Is what this little Jia Qianhu said true? Rongguo Mansion is the head of the Eight Dukes. Maybe Xiao Jia Qianhu has heard of this disease from Tai Hospital?
Ji Zi, who originally wanted to curry favor with the Jin family, looked at Jin Lun in a strange way and silently took half a step back...
"Since Jin Jieyuan is suffering from a serious illness, I won't blame you. I apologize to Brother Xue and today's incident will be in the past."
Jia Cong looked compassionate and sighed: "This disease cannot be cured except by the holy hands. I once heard the holy hands in the palace say that this disease requires a good mood, and it is best to rest for several years. When nothing happens, Jin Jieyuan can travel all over the country." , look at the beautiful scenery of our country, don’t feel sorry for yourself.”
"And the poem you just made, to be honest, is far behind Zhang Zhengju! It's better to wait and practice more when you go to Beijing to take the exam. If you don't succeed in the spring, wouldn't it be... There is no Qinhuai River in the capital for you. Jump, right?"
puff!
Jia Cong jumped to the side, and Jin Lun spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face was like gold paper, and he was shaking.
"Brother Jin!"
"Jin Jieyuan, this is..."
Jia Cong slapped his thigh: "Oh, Jin Jieyuan has not recovered yet. He is vomiting blood! Where else can he go to the capital for the Spring Festival? Why don't you carry him back quickly? By the way, tell his father that he must rest for this disease and must not let it go. It's hard work. Otherwise, the white-haired person will give the black-haired person!"
This group of scholars came here to compliment Jin Lun. They saw Jin Lun vomiting blood due to Jia Cong's strange anger, so they dared not stay any longer.
After begging Jia Cong to let the boat dock, he wanted to carry Jin Lun away.
At this time, Jia Cong walked to Jin Lun with concern and sighed.
"What do you want me to say? The poem you wrote is indeed nonsense, so this group of licking dogs will kneel down and lick it without any shame."
"Today I will give you two poems that also write about romance and the moon, which can be considered a good beginning and a good end..."
Can a vulgar warrior write poetry? Two more songs?
"Southern Country Xinfeng Wine,...
Dongshan Little Prostitute's Song.
I am not happy with you,
Why is Hua Yue so worried! "
"The little prostitute Jinling sings and sings,
The boy Dan Sha learns from Feng Ming.
I also drink sake for you,
Your heart is not willing to lean towards others. "
Ah!
Fortunately, he asked the librarian Sister Lin that there was no Li Taibai in this world.
When it comes to writing poetry, let’s learn about it from Poetry Fairy!
Li Bai, the Immortal of Poetry, is a banished immortal who appears once in a thousand years.
Compare poetry with the immortal, and ask him if the wine bottle in his hand will answer?
puff……
Jin Lun is not good at poetry, but he is also a master of Juren who is familiar with poetry classics. How can he not tell that these two poems are excellent works and are classics that he has never heard of.
A vulgar warrior can produce such masterpieces, but he, the dignified Jie Yuanlang of Nanzhili, can only write a few nonsense poems...
puff……
Jin Lun, whose face was as golden as paper, spat out two mouthfuls of blood at once, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he stared at Jia Cong.
The people next to him were almost frightened to death, and they quickly called for others to carry Jin Lun away.
Jia Cong watched from a distance as the group of people fled in panic and chanted loudly.
"The general marched south with great courage,
Hanging across the waist is the Qiushui Yanfei Dao.
The wind blows and the mountains and rivers move,
The lightning flag is high as the sun and the moon.
There is a kind of unicorn in the sky,
How can the ants in the hole escape?
Peace awaits the day when the imperial edict comes back,
Well……
The king and the general take off their shirts. "
"The last sentence was a bit off..."
Um?
Jia Cong turned around and saw that it was Xue Baochai, disguised as a man, standing on the boat next to him, staring at him with a crooked eyebrow and a smile.
…
"Brother actually brought you here to cause mischief. If the pardoner found out, wouldn't he skin you?"
Xue Baochai made tea elegantly, glared at his brother Xue Pan who was huddled aside, and said to Jia Cong: "Not long after you and your brother left home, an urgent message came from Yangzhou. The messenger said it must be delivered to you as soon as possible. I brought someone here to find her..."
Jia Cong was filled with emotion after reading the letter in his hand.
Unexpectedly, a decree granting marriage would make the old lady and Jia Baoyu fall ill and fall into unconsciousness.
"Uncle Eleven, what is my father's plan?"
Jia Shiyi was eating fiercely with his head down. He came in a hurry without stopping at all.
After swallowing a mouthful of food, he wiped his mouth and replied: "The general's intention is to let the third master handle the affairs of Jinling within two days, and return to Yangzhou to join him on October 21st, and return to the capital as soon as possible."
"What should I do here, uncle?"
The Battle of Salt Class was entering a fierce stage, and they had to leave. How could Lin Ruhai be able to bear it alone?
Jia Shiyi glanced at the Xue brothers and sisters and remained silent.
Xue Baochai gave Xue Pan a considerate nudge and said with a smile, "Brother Cong and Mr. Shiyi are chatting first, while my brother and I will go outside to guard."
"Then I'll bother you, Miss Xue..."
Jia Shiyi stood up and cupped his hands to express his thanks. After the Xue brothers and sisters left, he whispered: "Second Master found the person who poisoned Mr. Lin..."
"Who is it? But that weird Aunt Lu?"
"Weird monster? This is an appropriate name."
Jia Shiyi smiled and shook his head and said, "But it's not Aunt Lu, it's Aunt Fang who was next to the fourth girl back then!"
Jia Cong looked at Jia Shiyi in surprise. After meeting and confirming, he quickly asked about the inside story.
Just listen to Jia Shiyi's explanation: "After the fourth girl died of illness, Aunt Fang has been thinking about giving birth to an heir for Master Lin, and has gone to the temple outside the city many times to offer incense..."
It turned out that Aunt Fang was anxious to give birth to an heir for the Lin family, so she worshiped the Three Saints Amitabha and believed in the White Lotus Sect.
Not only did he throw all the money he had saved over the years into the White Lotus Sect's stronghold outside the city, he also believed in the White Lotus Sect's deception, thinking that the poison was a magic medicine that could make Lin Ruhai lively and vigorous, so he planted the seeds for her and gave birth to the Lin family's heirs.
Later, not only did Lin Ruhai not live up to his expectations, but he became thinner and thinner, and seemed to be on the verge of getting sick, then he realized that he had been deceived.
It's a pity that the evil cult is easy to get in but not easy to get out. Aunt Fang has already boarded the pirate ship, so how can she dare to confess this matter.
After all, the people in the White Lotus Sect had told her that she had committed the unforgivable crime of killing an official and rebelling. If she dared to tell this secret, not only would she die, but her parents and relatives would also have to go to Caishikou.
"Little Third Master, Master Lin has handed over Aunt Fang to the Dragon Guards. There is a mastermind behind the White Lotus Sect. The officialdom in Jiangnan is probably rotten. The General wants the Second Master to stay and assist Master Lin. He and the mistress should return to Beijing as soon as possible to seek help."
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