The method of sentence reading has existed since ancient times, but it has rarely been improved since ancient times. To this day, the collection of classics and history is incomprehensible due to various factors such as inheritance and school.
Wei Qinghe had mixed feelings after reading the new annotations to "The Analects" sent by Lin Ruhai. At the same time, he admired Lin Ruhai's boldness and Jia Cong's wonderful ideas.
Jia Cong was confused by some Zhang Er monks: "How to read a sentence? What's the Analects of Confucius?"
"You baby..."
Wei Qinghe handed over the Analects of Confucius in his hand, and Jia Cong turned to the first page and saw familiar handwriting.
"Hey, let me tell you, it turns out to be this."
Jia Cong slapped his head: "Old man, it's actually quite embarrassing to say this. Can I say that it was because I felt dizzy when I read a book without a sentence that I thought of using punctuation marks?"
He is an honest child, scratching his head shyly.
Wei Qinghe was also happy. He didn't expect that the century-old plan that was enough to stir up the stagnant water of culture and education was actually caused by a child who got dizzy while reading.
"What you do for yourself can actually create a century-old plan for our culture and education. Jia Cong, this is God chasing after you to give you merit."
Wei Qinghe asked tentatively: "But this merit is too great. I don't think you can bear the pressure brought by this merit. There are too many people involved in this matter, and it is not something you, a child, can withstand." Even your father-in-law Lin Ruhai can't stand it. What do you think?"
Jia Cong waved his hands indifferently: "Oh, I really just asked Sister Lin to add punctuation points for the convenience of studying. What cultural and educational merits or century-old plans have nothing to do with me. Old man, you can just take care of this matter!" "
Wei Qinghe laughed dumbly. After all, he was still a child and did not realize that as long as this matter was successful, it would definitely leave a mark in history.
It is not worth mentioning what a general will become and what a long-term hegemony will be.
"Forget it, it's useless to tell you this. It's better for me to discuss this matter with your father-in-law. Don't worry, your contribution is indispensable for this matter. When you roll your name in the Golden Palace, I will add a lot to you. Pen, in the future all scholars in the world will call you teacher!"
Is it such a big fuss? Jia Cong also didn't expect that a punctuation mark would have such a big impact.
He was a little uneasy, but Wei Qinghe stretched out his hand: "Speaking of which, I have something that interests me."
Jia Cong obeyed and stepped forward. Wei Qinghe took the Analects of Confucius from his hands, opened one of the pages, and pointed to the beautiful but elegant small regular script on it: "Although this handwriting has the style of Lin Ruhai, it is also beautiful. It’s a little bit different, as if it was made by a woman…”
Oops, I feel embarrassed to praise you so much.
Jia Cong raised his head arrogantly at 45 degrees and raised the corners of his mouth: "Your Excellency, you have good eyesight. This is the name of my sister Lin!"
Hahaha……
"Let's just say, I once heard Ivy say that your handwriting is like a dog's crawling. How can you write such a graceful handwriting?"
Karma!
"How can you say that a dog crawls when it comes to scholars? My writing is cursive, cursive..."
Being complained about again, Jia Cong covered his face and said, "I'm busy right now. When I finish practicing my calligraphy, I'll let the Grand Prime Minister taste it."
"A scrawled book, right? Hahahaha!"
This kid is really interesting, and the old man laughed. He closed the "Analects of Confucius" in his hand and chatted with Jia Cong for a while. Finally, he sent someone to pick up the gift he had prepared long ago, and then personally sent it out of the room.
"Go back and study hard. I can survive for a few more years. I hope to see the day when your boy is called to the Golden Palace!"
At the beginning of the year, the Chief Assistant could not even get out of bed. Many people expected that this person would just pass away. They never thought that Mr. Wei was destined to die, and that the Lord of Hell would add a few more entries to the book of life and death.
Those who wanted to be the chief minister were suppressed by the old man, and the cabinet remained as stable as Mount Tai. Wei Qinghe, who was full of talents all over the world, used his huge connections and prestige to gradually gather power for the emperor and pave the way for the New Deal.
This is an admirable old man. Jia Cong held a box of classics and historical collections in his arms and sighed: "A very nice old man, why do you like to give books to people? What is the difference between this and giving test papers to children during the New Year?"
"Sister Lin, this is given to you by the Grand Prime Minister."
Jia Cong really wanted to transfer the annotations to the Four Books given to him by Wei Qinghe to Daiyu, but Daiyu only took one glance and knew that this was a great gift from Mr. Wei to help the little fat man take the imperial examination.
She took the travel notes and read them happily.
In these days, to a certain extent, books are often more precious than gold and silver.
For example, the travel notes that Wei Qinghe asked Jia Cong to forward as a gift were all treasures collected by his disciples.
Daiyu, a little bookworm, cleaned her hands and incense, and read devoutly, completely forgetting that Jia Cong was in the room.
Jia Cong didn't bother and picked up a copy of "The Great Learning" annotated by Zaifu himself and started reading.
Spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking, and as the winter afternoon approaches, the sun shines in, and Jia Cong feels that his eyelids are getting heavier...
Snoring, snoring...
Why does it feel like someone is hitting him in the face?
Drowsily, Jia Cong opened his eyes, and what came into view was the tiger's butt with golden tattoos. The big fluffy tail swung back and forth, just in time to sweep into his face.
Daiyu's room has been filled with people for some time, not to mention Sanchun, Xiangyun and Baochai are here.
Yingchun and Baochai were fighting in Qipan Mountain, Daiyu still held the travel journal in her hand, Tanchun was learning needlework from Xiangyun, and Xiao Xichun was dressing up three cats, big and small, with various silk flowers. .
General Wei Hu lived a comfortable life in Rongguo Mansion. He could eat whatever he wanted and play whatever he wanted. Everyone in the mansion loved him and respected him, but that mean donkey was a bit annoying.
The dried meat is quite chewy, and the tail swings like a windmill.
Jia Cong grabbed a piece of dried meat, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.
Creaking, creaking...
"Hey, third brother, are you awake? Come and play with me."
Xichun's excited voice turned everyone's attention to Jia Cong, and then everyone covered their mouths and laughed.
Jia Cong thought he was drooling because of a bad sleep. He raised his hand to wipe it but found nothing wrong.
Baochai's smiling eyes turned into crescent moons: "Your Majesty gave Brother Cong the title of royal cat, which is quite appropriate. Isn't this just a cat?"
"Not to mention that all the cats, big and small, are close to him. After all, they belong to the same category."
Tanchun put down the needlework in his hand and laughed, and the whole room burst into laughter.
Jia Cong was laughed at so hard that he didn't know why, but Daiyu quietly nuzzled his lips and pointed at the mirror.
In the polished and bright bronze mirror, a large painted face with a beard appeared...
"Hey, little grinder, it must be you!"
Jia Cong grabbed the back of Xiao Xichun's neck, pulled her up to him, and brushed his little face a few times with his pen.
The brother and sister suddenly looked like each other, looking at each other, and then they got into a fuss.
After Yingchun took the two of them and cleaned them up, it was time for dinner.
In the evening, there is already a chill in the capital city in late autumn.
The old lady has been in a good mood these past two days. News came from the palace today that the fetus in Yuanchun seems to be safe, and the matter of marriage has been completely settled.
So she ordered the kitchen to prepare a banquet, and not only invited Mrs.
"It's getting colder today, but you can't stay in the house all the time. You should go out for a walk more often when it's warm. I'm going to give birth in two months, and I've made arrangements with Mrs. Wen and the doctor. You have to be good Just take care of the baby."
Jinse has been pregnant for seven months. During the past few months of living in Rongguo Mansion, the old lady's attitude towards her seemed cold and indifferent, but she was also the most kind to her.
Mrs. Xing has never given birth herself, so she doesn't know anything about pregnancy. Mrs. Wang was banned from the Buddhist temple for a long time. In the whole family, she was the only one who understood the taboos during pregnancy and would send people to the small courtyard to check on her every now and then.
I will give you this one today and that one tomorrow. Even the imperial doctors who diagnose the pulse are all invited from the Imperial Hospital by the old lady’s wife.
Heart
All in all, the old lady still values Lin Ruhai's children very highly.
The Rongguo Mansion had put in so much effort, and if Jin Se could really give birth to a son for his son-in-law, then the Lin family would have to accept this favor.
At that time, if the child of the Lin family gets closer to the Jia family, at least the three generations of the two families can support each other.
She finally saw the situation in the court clearly. The old man was right when he said that the Jia family could not walk on only one leg. With the Lin family as a supplement, the Jia family can go further.
Thinking of the huge benefits her plan would bring to the Jia family, the old lady looked at Jinse with an even softer gaze.
Jinse was flattered by his repeated instructions. But she is also an extremely smart woman, and she has kept in mind all the help Rongxi Hall has given her over the past few months.
"If it weren't for the old lady, I don't know how much suffering I would have suffered. When this child is born, I will make sure that he respects you well..."
"That's a good relationship. I've always liked children in my life."
The old lady patted Jinse's hand gently and said with a smile, "You don't know, these little girls come to my place and make trouble every day, and I feel a lot younger."
"I can't do it. Pan'er took a bath the day before yesterday, and the loud noise gave me a headache. If he hadn't taken a bath for just one day, I would have wanted to drive him out of the city and let me calm down."
Mrs. Xue's words amused the old lady, and the old lady said jokingly: "I don't believe this. Before, Brother Pan went to the East Palace to join the mission, and he could only go home every ten days. Then you would come to my place." Wipe your tears."
"Oh, how could you poke my sore spot?"
"I see, Brother Pan has made great fortune now. Although the fourth prince has not officially entered the East Palace yet, it is a certainty. In the future, Brother Pan will follow the crown prince, and your good fortune is still to come."
The old lady was a little envious of Mrs.
I really can’t explain the matter of fate.
Judging from her experience, this honest person is far more stable and long-lasting than a smart person. As long as Xue Pan follows the fourth prince, he will be able to become at least a third-grade general in the future. .z.br>
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his attention to his granddaughters.
Yingchun seems to have a gentle temper, but in fact she is the one with the most violent temper among the girls.
This girl has Brother Cong, the future prince's biological brother, and her future fortune will not be lower than Yuanchun.
Tanchun’s temperament...
Forget it, if the two of them really got together, she was worried that they would fight with knives.
Xiangyun...
Alas, what an injustice! I don’t know when Baoyu will be able to wake up!
There is only one left, Xichun, who is a legitimate daughter of the prince. Her status is so noble that only Daiyu can compare with her in the whole family. I think Jing'er will find a good marriage for her in the future.
The old lady felt regretful for a while, but the smile on her face did not diminish by half.
Mrs. Xue was talking about parenting with Jinse, and the old lady adjusted her mentality and joined in.
The atmosphere in Rongxi Hall became more and more lively, and Jia Cong could feel the comfort inside through the screen.
The imperial edict to prepare for war was announced to the world, and the situation in the south became increasingly tense day by day.
The cabinet issued instructions one after another in an orderly manner, and all the martial arts schools in Beijing were anxiously paying attention to the news from the south.
Jia She recruited good family members from Gyeonggi as usual to supplement the newly formed Huben camp. Posts from each family head were sent to Rongguo Mansion one after another. Jia Cong looked at the thick stack on the table and couldn't help but sigh: "If I go to the banquet without leaving a post, I'm afraid I'll make people drink it." Vomited!"
"These people invited my uncle probably because they wanted to send their nephews to the Huben camp."
Daiyu put down the pen in her hand and frowned slightly: "Look at this, Fengguo General Liu Zhan and even his clan members felt the crisis. It can be seen that everyone has no hope for the upcoming South Vietnam War. They are eager to My nephew was forced into the Huben Camp because he smelled danger."
Jia Cong came over and took a look. He was really a distant relative of the old Liu family, but he was also a member of the clan.
One member.
"What's Sister Lin's plan to do?"
"My uncle said that when recruiting new troops this time, he only selected a few descendants of the Cao family of Cheng'en Duke's family, the Zhang family of British Duke's family, the Niu family of Zhenguo Duke's family, and the Yang family of the imperial concubine. Even our family, My uncle doesn't even intend to choose it. Then I will naturally decline. In one sentence, Huben camp only obeys the emperor's orders. If the emperor agrees, he will agree here. If the emperor doesn't issue an order, it will be useless for anyone to come. "
Daiyu's answer made Jia Cong laugh out loud. Dad's Tai Chi move might give His Majesty the Emperor a headache for a while.
However, Huben Camp is too special. This is the "Yulinlang" trained by the emperor for himself. Master Pardon is so interested that not even the nephews of Ning Rongjia's family have been recruited, let alone other families.
Huben, like Yu Lin, would only respect one person's orders. Anyone who dares to reach out will be prepared to have his hands chopped off or even his head chopped off.
Daiyu continued to reply, and Jia Cong stepped aside to help. It took the two of them the whole morning to finish processing the thick stack of greetings.
In the afternoon, Jia Cong and Baoyu, protected by a team of guards, returned the invitations door to door.
There were six houses in a row, and Baoyu had already begun to complain to Jia Cong: "Brother Cong, my face froze with laughter, how many more are there?"
Jia Cong rubbed his stiff face and slumped on the carriage: "No, my face is stiff too."
"How about we go back and talk tomorrow. I found several treasures yesterday. I will show you..."
Bang!
"Hey!"
The carriage seemed to hit something and shook violently.
Jia Cong supported Baoyu who almost fell down and raised the curtain: "What's going on?"
"My mistress, someone was crushed!"
The wooden wheel really hit the person, and the person vomited blood, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Baoyu wanted to squeeze out to have a look, but Jia Cong pushed him back into the carriage: "Brother Bao, stay here and don't come out. I'll go down and have a look."
"He rushed out from the teahouse next door. There was no way to avoid it..."
The driver gave a brief explanation, and Jia Cong had already knelt down to check the man's injuries.
This man was horribly thin, his eyes were unfocused, and he looked at his neck. His pulse was weak, and his breathing could not be detected.
"Come to the doctor, Uncle Eleven, go to the teahouse and ask if anyone knows this person."
In the bustling area of Zhengyang Street, there is a medical clinic nearby.
The doctor who was sitting in the hall came soon, but by this time the person on the ground was no longer breathing.
The old man only checked his pulse, then shook his head and said: "The hope of life is gone, and there is nothing I can do for you. But..."
Seeing that the old man seemed worried, Jia Cong raised his hand and said, "Please speak frankly, father-in-law."
The old man glanced cautiously at the teahouse and whispered: "Since it is Master Yumao who is asking, the little old man will speak frankly. This man did not die from being hit and crushed, but because the evil poison had been in his body for a long time. . Sir, please look at this person’s face..."
Jia Cong looked along the old man's fingers, and his hair suddenly stood up.
The person on the ground had a weird smile on his face, his eyes were slightly open, and his face was pale, which was very scary.
"Evil poison enters the body? What kind of poison can cause people to die in such a strange way?"
Hearing this, the old man whispered in Jia Cong's ear: "This poison is not that poison. Sir, please don't forget what the people in the capital are most passionate about these days."
"Hibiscus paste!"
Jia Congdang turned his attention to the teahouse in front of him, which was elegantly decorated and very elegant.
There is a plaque hanging under the eaves with three characters: Literary Residence.
The name may seem ordinary, but it elevates the teahouse to the highest level.
Among the literati, among the literati, it would be difficult to enter without wearing a Confucian robe.
Jia Shiyi hurriedly came out of the building and whispered in Jia Cong's ear: "This man is a supervisor of the Imperial College. His name is Wei Shicheng, the distant nephew of the Grand Prime Minister."
hiss!
Jia Cong looked down and saw that this person's identity was really unusual.
He instructed: "Uncle Eleven will go to the imperial city in person and report this matter to the Grand Prime Minister."
Jia Shiyi shook his head: "Little Third Master, there is something even more troublesome. The owner of this literary residence is a member of the Kong family in Qufu."
Just as he was talking, several young officials in Confucian robes walked out of the door of the teahouse. As soon as one of them walked out, he pointed at Jia Cong and cursed: "You Jia Cong, you actually killed Senior Brother Wei..." "
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