Uncle Hong Lou Rong

Chapter 371

"Maybe Grandma asked her to pass on something." The steaming heat made Xiangling's face turn red.

Fortunately, there were no other little maids in the room, otherwise each of them would have to keep their heads down for a long time without daring to lift them up.

Uncle Rong gently lifted Xiangling.

"Let's wash ours first. If there are some important matters, they will come over naturally." Uncle Rong said indifferently.

After hearing this, Xiangling became even more docile, regardless of what was happening in the outside world.Just do what the uncle said, no matter how attentive you are to the uncle, other things don't matter.

Being able to know the uncle and being able to enter the East Mansion is definitely the most fortunate thing for her.After entering the East Mansion, he gained unprecedented joy and freedom.

Even if he is a small child in Dongfu, he still has to serve Grandma Rong for one thing.But it must have been much better than before.

Xiang Ling was soft in Uncle Rong's arms, and a series of past events emerged in her mind.Although she is not very talkative and expressive, it doesn't mean she doesn't think about things.Silence is just a means for her to protect herself.

As long as she could remember, the kidnapper would beat and scold her.After several years, I was really afraid of being beaten. When people asked about it, they only said that the kidnapper was my own father.When he was raised by the kidnapper until he was twelve or thirteen years old, he thought he had suffered enough sins, and was sold by the kidnapper to Mr. Feng, who had a decent family background and was determined to take care of him. Who would have thought that the kidnapper would sell the Xue family again the next day.

No one thought about it, the overlord of the Xue family beat Mr. Feng to death unreasonably, dragged her to death, and snatched her away.

I'm afraid that life in Xue's house is not easy, but fortunately Xue's mother and Miss Bao took care of her when they saw her being pitiful.

However, she was a little maid in Xue's family, and because she had an accident, she didn't have much preference all the way to Beijing.There is also the heartless Uncle Xue who is worried about it, and Xiangling's life in Xue's house is also cautious and cautious.

It's better to stay in Ningguo Mansion, grandma and uncle are caring and kind.Xiangling buried her head in thinking, listening to the bursts of splashing water, her heart was also filled with happiness.

"Grandma sent me to ask if my uncle would visit Zhen's house for a while."

Uncle Rong suddenly stopped, hearing the voice Lin Hongyu should be standing at the door of the room.He protected Xiangling and asked, "What are you going to Zhen's house for at this time?"

Lin Hongyu's voice came into the room through the door. "Today, the wife of the Zhen family took the third daughter of the Zhen family to the palace to pay her respects, and she will return at this time. The second wife planned to take the second master Bao to pay her respects to the Zhen family, so the second mistress asked me to come and ask the master if he would go."

"Are they all going, or is Mrs. Shan and Uncle Bao going?"

"Second Mistress said that if the uncle goes there, the grandmas will naturally go too. If the uncle does not go, the grandmas will naturally not go. Tomorrow morning, the old lady will host a banquet for the wife of the Zhen family, Miss Zhen San and other female family members of the Zhen family. The uncle has something to do Now, it is also feasible to go to pay your respects at home tomorrow."

"I used to talk back to my grandma, and she just said that I was busy, and there were too many things to go away." Uncle Rong curled his lips, guessing maliciously.Does an old relative need to be so polite when he comes to Beijing?Mrs. Wang rushed to Zhen's house, fearing that she wanted Baoyu to meet that Miss Zhen San.

Hearing that Lin Hongyu had left outside, Uncle Rong and Xiangling discussed poetry in the room.

"Miss Lin taught me...how...how...how can I hold back a few words." Xiangling said shyly.

"Among the poems I've seen, do you remember any suitable for the occasion?" Brother Rong asked, seeing Xiangling shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "I remember that the two lines of Shixian Taibai are the most appropriate for the occasion at this time."

"Which two sentences?"

"It is forbidden to be too clean in the world, and the best people value Canghui. There are old men fishing in Canglang, and I will return with you."

Xiangling listened and tasted it slowly.He was suddenly lifted up by the uncle, and only then did he suddenly realize.

Uncle Rong smiled complacently: "Everyone says I'm ignorant, how do they know that I just work hard secretly, and then amaze everyone. No, I can recite Li Taibai's poems in a bath. Not only that, I can still read an appropriate poem by Lu Dongbin, the emperor of Chunyang."

After staying in such a family for a long time, I can know the names of Lu Dongbin and Li Taibai through some immersion.But Xiangling was puzzled, "Isn't Emperor Chunyang a god in the sky? His poems can also be passed down to the world. Could it be possible that there were heavens and humans who came to the world before?"

The deeds of Emperor Chunyang were first recorded in "Taiping Huanyu Ji" in the Song Dynasty. It is said that he was originally from the Tang Dynasty. Later, he met the immortal Han Zhongli by chance and worshiped him as his teacher.

After Lu Dongbin succeeded in cultivating immortals, he went down the mountain and traveled all over the world to relieve the common people's diseases, and won the admiration of the common people.After Lu Dongbin ascended to the throne, the local people built a "Lu Gong Temple" in memory of him.

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 prestige to consolidate his rule. "Da Chunyang Longevity Palace".

Since then, Lu Dongbin, the emperor of Chunyang, has also changed from a folk belief to an official god.

Uncle Rong explained to Xiangling what he had read in the miscellaneous 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 without any doubt, and respectfully listened to the fairy's work.

"When the Maoyou Gate is in action, dip in the Yuqing Pond when the red dragon is in. The clouds are thin and the rain is light. Look at the demon's face and snowy muscles."

After listening to it, she didn't understand half of it, so she just asked, "What's the other song?"

Uncle Rong sighed: "The other one is a three-character formula, I don't know how to use it, and I only remember half of it at the moment.

Just wait for me to come quietly: this Tao is very Tao.The root of life, the orifice of life and death.Say ugly, do well.Everyone hates it, everyone laughs.The big key is upside down.Don't be disgusted, don't care.Get him to come, and it will be effective immediately.The earth and heaven are peaceful, for my omen..."

Xiangling has not been studying poetry for a long time, and she dare not comment on the quality of the immortal's poems, only what seems to be said in it.

But it's also strange, listening to this poem makes people's blood flutter.

Xiangling's good poems are even more elegant, and he blindly asks the uncle for his poems and sentences.

Uncle Rong knew that he was half-baked, so after working hard and teaching for a while, he just rested and let Xiangling compose poems.Waiting for his evaluation.

Xiang Ling said: "I wrote a song for Miss Lin and the others before, and they all agreed that it's okay. Today, the uncle will give a review."

Uncle Rong was very surprised by this.In the past, I only knew Xiangling's good poems, but I didn't know that the poems written by this little girl could make Lin Daiyu and the others say a good word.

It's really impressive.

He smiled immediately and said, "Quickly tell me, let's listen to Ling'er's poems too."

"Master, don't laugh at me." Xiangling wiped her mouth shyly, got up and rinsed her mouth with water with a sense of ritual.Just crawling back, he whispered in the uncle's ear.

"The essence is difficult to cover up the material, and the shadow is from the beauty and the soul is from the cold. A piece of anvil knocks thousands of miles of white, and half a round of chickens sings the fifth watch. The green river goes to the autumn to hear the flute, and the red sleeves lean on the railing at night. If you win, Chang'e should ask herself, why? Fate does not make eternal reunion!"

"Good poetry...rewarded."

(End of this chapter)