"Maybe grandma asked her to pass on something." The steaming heat made Xiang Ling's face turn red.
Fortunately, there were no other little maids in the room, otherwise they would have to lower their heads for a long time without daring to raise them.
Uncle Rong gently lifted Xiangling.
"Let's wash ours first. If there are really important things, they will come over naturally." Uncle Rong said nonchalantly.
After hearing this, Xiangling became even more docile and didn't care what was happening in the outside world. Just do what the uncle says, no matter how caring you are, the rest doesn't matter.
Being able to meet the uncle and come to Dongfu is definitely the most fortunate thing for her. After entering Dongfu, I gained unprecedented joy and freedom.
Even if she was a child in Dongfu, she still had to serve Grandma Rong no matter what. But I think it was much better than before.
Xiangling fell softly in Uncle Rong's arms, and a series of past events appeared in her mind. Although she doesn't like to talk or express much, it doesn't mean she doesn't have things on her mind. Silence is just a way for her to protect herself.
As long as she can remember, the kidnapper has always hit and scolded her. For several years, I was really afraid of being beaten. When others asked me, I would only say that the kidnapper was my biological father. When he was raised by the abductor until he was twelve or thirteen years old, he thought that the sin he had suffered was over, and he was sold to Mr. Feng, who came from a good family and was determined to take care of him. Who would have thought that the next day, the abductor would sell her to the Xue family again.
No one planned it, the overlord of the Xue family was so unreasonable that he beat Mr. Feng to death, dragging her to death and snatching her away.
I feared that life in the Xue family would be difficult, but fortunately Xue's mother and Miss Bao took pity on her and took her to protect her.
However, she was just a little maid in the Xue family, and because she had an accident, she didn't have much preference on her way to Beijing. And with the heartless Uncle Xue worrying about her, Xiangling's days in the Xue family were also cautious.
It's better to stay in Ningguo Mansion. Grandma and uncle are both considerate and kind. Xiangling buried her head in thought, listening to the sound of rushing water, her heart was filled with happiness.
"Grandma sent me to ask if I would like to pay a visit to Zhen's house."
Uncle Rong suddenly paused. Listening to the voice, Lin Hongyu must have been standing at the door of the room. He protected Xiang Ling and asked, "Why are you going to Zhen's house at this time?"
Lin Hongyu's voice came into the room through the door. "Today, Mrs. Zhen's wife took the third daughter of Zhen's family to the palace to pay her respects. She will not return until this hour. The second wife plans to take Mr. Bao to the Zhen's house to pay her respects, so Second Mistress called me to ask if he is coming."
"Should they all go, or should Mrs. Dan Er and Uncle Bao go?"
"The second grandma said that if the uncle goes over, the grandmas will naturally go too. If the uncle doesn't go, the grandmas will naturally not go either. Tomorrow morning the old lady will host a banquet for Mrs. Zhen's wife, Miss Zhen San and other girls of the Zhen family. The uncle has something to do. I’m busy, it’s okay to go and say hello at home tomorrow.”
"The Evil God"
"When I replied to grandma, I just said that I was busy and there were too many things to do." Uncle Rong curled his lips and made a malicious guess. When an old relative comes to Beijing, does he need to be so polite? Mrs. Wang hurried to Zhen's house, perhaps because she wanted Baoyu to meet Miss Zhen San.
After hearing Lin Hongyu leave outside, Uncle Rong and Xiangling came to discuss poetry in the room.
"Miss Lin just taught me... now... how can I... hold back a few words?" Xiang Ling said shyly.
"Among the poems you have read, do you remember any that are suitable for the occasion?" Brother Rong asked. Seeing Xiangling shaking her head slightly, she smiled and said, "I do remember that two lines by Shixian Taibai are most suitable for the occasion at this time."
"Which two sentences?"
"Be careful not to be too clean in your life. The most valuable person is to hide the light. There is a fisherman in Canglang, and I will return with you."
Xiangling listened and savored it slowly. Suddenly the uncle lifted him up, and he suddenly realized.
Uncle Rong smiled complacently and said: "They say I am uneducated and incompetent. How could they know that I just work hard secretly and then amaze everyone all at once. No, I can recite Li Taibai's poems in just one bath. Not only that, I can also recite an appropriate poem by Chunyang Emperor Lu Dongbin."
After staying in such a family for a long time, I have become familiar with the names of Lu Dongbin and Li Taibai. But Xiang Ling was confused, "Isn't Emperor Chunyang a god in the sky? His poems can also be spread to the human world. Could it be possible that heavenly beings also came to the world before?"
The deeds of Emperor Chunyang were first recorded in the Song Dynasty's "Taiping Huanyu Ji". It is said that he was originally from the Tang Dynasty, and later met the immortal Han Zhongli by chance and worshiped him as his teacher.
After Lu Dongbin succeeded in cultivating immortality, he went down the mountain and traveled around the world to cure people's diseases and won the respect of the people. After Lu Dongbin ascended to the throne, the local people built the "Lv Gong Temple" in his memory.
At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Kublai Khan learned that the Taoism that Lu Dongbin believed in was quite popular among the people, so he planned to use religion and Lu Dongbin's reputation to consolidate his rule. "Dachun Yang Longevity Palace".
Since then, Chunyang Emperor Lu Dongbin has also changed from folk belief to official deity.
Uncle Rong explained to Xiang Ling what he had seen in Xianza books a few days ago.
"Although your uncle doesn't have a photographic memory, he still remembers these two poems by Emperor Chunyang."
Xiangling believed in it and listened respectfully to the fairy tale.
"When it is working in the Maoyou Gate, the red dragon dips into the clear jade pool. The clouds are thin and the rain is light. You can see the enchanting face and exposed snowy skin."
She listened, half understood, and just asked: "What's the other song?"
Uncle Rong sighed: "The other one is a three-character formula, I don't know its use, and I can only remember half of it at the moment.
Just let me quietly say: This Tao is very Tao. The root of life, the orifice of life and death. Talk about being ugly, but act wonderfully. Everyone hates it, everyone laughs. The key is to reverse it. Don't be disgusted with filth, don't care about it. Get him to come and get results immediately. The peace of earth and heaven is my sign..."
Xiangling's days of studying poetry are still at an end, and she doesn't dare to comment on the quality of the immortal's poems. She only listens to what seems to be some truth in them.
But it's also strange that listening to this poem makes people's blood rush.
Xiangling was even more interested in poetry, and she always asked her uncle for advice on poetry and verses.
Uncle Rong knew that he was just a dabbler, so after teaching hard for a while, he just rested and let Xiang Ling write poems. Let him evaluate it.
Xiang Ling said: "I wrote a song for Miss Lin and others to read before, and they all agreed that I will comment on it today."
Uncle Rong was very surprised by this. In the past, I only knew that Xiang Ling was good at poetry, but I didn't know that the poems written by this little girl could make Lin Daiyu and others say a good word.
It's really impressive.
Then he smiled and said: "Come on, let's listen to Ling'er's poems too."
"Master, please don't laugh at me." Xiang Ling wiped her mouth shyly, got up and rinsed her mouth with water in a ritualistic manner. Just now he crawled back and whispered in the uncle's ear.
"It is difficult for the essence to cover up the material, but the shadow is from the beauty, and the soul is from the cold. An anvil beats a thousand miles of white, and a half-wheel chicken sings the fifth watch. I listen to the flute on the green mojiang river in autumn, and lean on the railing at night in the red-sleeved building. To win Chang'e, you should ask yourself, why Destiny will not bring us together forever!"
"Good poetry...should be appreciated."
