The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 72 Surprise
Zhang Qilin loved Jia Cong's calligraphy very much. When he was looking at it with nostalgia, Emperor Tai Qi happened to arrive. He didn't have time to put it away, so he stuffed it into his sleeve pocket.

Who knows, it fell out.

Emperor Taiqi looked at the ground and saw a good calligraphy in his hand. He was so moved that he was distracted for a moment and wanted to bend down to pick it up.

"Your Majesty, you can't do it!" Song Hong exclaimed and hurried over to ask for help.

How could Zhang Qilin make the emperor bend down? He hurriedly knelt down, picked it up, and raised it with both hands, "I have no excuse before you, please forgive me!"

How could Emperor Taiqi care about this? He looked at these words intently, as if a goddess-like beauty appeared in front of him, posing in various pleasant postures in front of his eyes. These words , every stroke and every painting is unique.

"Wonderful!" Emperor Taiqi exclaimed. He has always loved calligraphy. Seeing this hand has never been seen before, but every stroke is exquisite. The round and plump characters are as refreshing as drinking the nectar of the Yaochi.

This font is different from the delicate beauty of other regular scripts. It has a charming and even beauty, and it looks even more broad and prosperous. It is no wonder that Emperor Taiqi fell in love with it at first sight.

It's like being used to seeing graceful and slender beauties, and suddenly a round, plump, gorgeous woman like Yang Guifei appears in front of your eyes. Who can not be tempted?

Emperor Tai Qi read almost every word, but felt that it was not enough, so he began to trace it with his fingers on the notebook.

Zhang Qilin knelt on the ground, and Emperor Tai Qi forgot to shout.

The princes, Xian Ning and the other companions looked at each other, not understanding what Emperor Tai Qi had seen that made him so happy.

Song Hong was also very happy. Emperor Taiqi lost his temper in the court today because of the nonsense between the Gu family and the Zhao family. He said that the boy from the Zhao family was also hypocritical. If you have already done it, why bother looking for life and death all day long?

I have only heard of chaste martyrs, but never of chaste martyrs. The more so, the more people in Kyoto laugh at her.

Song Hong took a chance and asked Emperor Taiqi to come to Nan Study to listen to the princes' endorsements and cheer up his mood.

Who knows, there is nothing surprising. Song Hong is still worried. After a while, he returns to Linjing Hall, wondering who will be unlucky?

Before leaving, Zhang Qilin gave the emperor such a big surprise.

"Zhang Aiqing, get up!" Emperor Tai Qi actually reached out to help Zhang Qilin. Zhang Qilin dared to touch the dragon body. He hurriedly exerted force on his knees. After getting up, he took two steps back, "I don't dare!"

Emperor Taiqi did not discuss these etiquette with him. He just pointed at the book in his hand and asked, "What a beautiful calligraphy. Whose is this?"

Emperor Taiqi knew that it was definitely not his son's, but he was immersed in the beauty of the calligraphy and did not expect that such a small companion could write such good calligraphy, surpassing his princes. He should be disappointed as a father. That's right.

"Returning to the emperor, this notebook belongs to the new reading companion Jia Cong, and the words were written by him. After I saw it, I couldn't put it down. Just when the emperor arrived, I hurriedly hid it on my body. In my haste, I dropped it. Come out."

Emperor Taiqi laughed loudly, and naturally did not care about these rude things. He waved to Jia Cong. Jia Cong put his hands on the ground and lowered his head without seeing it. Song Hong hurriedly went over and said, "Third Young Master, the emperor is calling you. !”

Jia Cong hurriedly got up from the ground, walked over, and knelt down again, "Jia Cong, a humble minister, has met the emperor!"

"Did you write these words? What font is it? What kind of posts do you usually face?"

These fonts are the "Guange style" favored by Emperor Yongle in previous generations.

During the Yongle period, Shen Du, a lecturer at the Hanlin Academy, had a beautiful calligraphy style, elegance and harmony, which won Zhu Di's appreciation.

What is good at the top must be bad at the bottom. Scholars rushed to imitate it, and it became a common calligraphy style for scientific examinations.

However, Jia Cong's pavilion style is not the original pavilion style in his previous life. Instead, it incorporates the regularity of Dong Qichang and the smoothness of Zhao Mengfu, making it more rounded and beautiful.

This was also something he learned with tears in his previous life, under the blessing of his grandfather's big stick.

In the history of Red Mansions, there are no Shen Du, Zhao Mengfu, and even less Dong Qichang. How should Jia Cong answer?

"Returning to the emperor, it was my aunt who inspired me to read and write. My handwriting was also written by my aunt. The post I am facing was brought by my aunt from the Zhong family. It is a relic of my ancestors. Something happened later, and it connects those people. The books were accidentally burned. I don’t know what kind of temporary posts were used back then."

It turned out that it was for Jia Cong's handwriting. The fourth prince's evil eyes couldn't help but glance at the notebook in the emperor's hand and quickly took it back. It seemed that it would not be easy to deal with Jia Cong in the future.

Who would have thought that on the first day, he would fall into the eyes of his father.

The rest of the people, Mu Yong, the prince of Dong'an County, secretly looked at Jia Cong, and saw that although he was young, he would be frightened when facing the saint, but his eyes were calm, and he was calm and calm when playing. He just felt that if he wanted to deal with this kid, I'm afraid it will be difficult to fight against Geng Baizhou.

Xianning was overjoyed, as if she had won the first prize. She knew that Uncle Huang was so good at calligraphy that he was crazy about it.

At this time, in the eyes of Emperor Taiqi, Jia Cong was clearly a child with extraordinary talent in calligraphy. How old was he? He could write such regular script, with round and sharp dots and strokes, beautiful but not lacking in strength. Those who have talent cannot be found without 30 years of hard work.

And the child in front of me started practicing calligraphy at the age of four, and now he only has three or four years of practice, but he has surpassed others for three to forty years. This talent really makes him, an emperor, jealous!

Emperor Taiqi knew everything about the Jia family, so he didn't ask what happened, so that even the copybooks were burned. Emperor Taiqi thought he had collected ten of the best calligraphy in the world. Eighty-nine years ago, he had a preconception that Jia Cong was so talented that the world looked up to him, so he stopped asking for details.

Emperor Taiqi smiled and said, "Zhang Aiqing, I remember that you were known as a child prodigy when you were a child. You entered school at the age of 12. How does today's Jia study with you compare with you back then?"

Zhang Qilin said humbly, "Your Majesty, I was just a little clever back then. How can I be considered a prodigy? Even if I am serious, I am not much better than this child. However, the most important thing in learning in this world is diligence, no matter how talented you are. If you don't study hard and practice hard, you will eventually be lost to everyone."

Jia Cong heard the meaning of Zhang Qilin's words, and was full of good impressions of this gentleman whom he had only known for a long time. He hurriedly said, "Students must study hard and practice hard, never slack off, and never be proud of today's achievements. Be vigilant and never waste your studies by being playful.”

Zhang Qilin fell in love with Jia Cong more and more. It was really rare to have such talent and such kind of character.

Emperor Taiqi also nodded slightly, and his eyes at Jia Cong were no longer sharp. There were two princes in the Jia family, and he lived in the eighth house of Beijing. Except for one of his children who was born with a jade in his mouth, he had never heard of any outstanding person. .

Now, something unexpected happened.

In addition to his handwriting, this child's calmness and self-control also surprised Emperor Tai Qi.In the Rongqing Hall, at this time in the past, there would be a lot of joy and laughter. The old lady likes to have children and grandchildren around her knees, enjoying her family.

But today, Jia Rong and Jia Qiang came twice to the Ningguo Duke's Mansion, for no other reason than to ask the Rongguo Duke's Mansion to hand over Jia Cong.

Jia Rong knelt on the ground, "Old ancestor, my great-nephew's father was in severe pain and stayed up all night. He said that if Uncle Cong could not be rectified, he would have to go to the imperial court to complain. He also said that he was also the patriarch after all, and even a If the brothers who offended him can't deal with it, and the ancestors won't let him make the decision, what's the point of him, the leader of the clan, in front of him?"

The old lady's face was livid. She knew how seriously Jia Zhen was injured. After all, she was also a person with a title and the leader of the clan.

Who is Jia Cong?An eight-year-old child has no elders in his eyes. If he wasn't afraid of trouble, why would the old lady speak for him?

He has already protected him once, and even if something happens again, the outside world will not say that he is ruthless and ill-treats his bastard.

"My mother was waiting by the side. No matter what she did or said, she obeyed everything, but my father became furious. Now, not only his body but also his face are injured, and he is disgraceful. If this continues, my mother and great-nephew will also Dead."

Jia Rong raised her head, and Jia's mother saw at a glance that there was a piece of gauze applied to his neck, and blood was oozing out. He didn't know how deep the wound was, but if the wound was in such a place, if he was not careful, wouldn't he be dead?

"Damn evildoer. He caused such a big disaster at such a young age. He has blackened his heart and will not let this family have peace for a day!" Mother Jia scolded angrily.

Mrs. Wang sat on the chair next to her and said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!" She slowly closed her eyes, looking very heartbroken.

Jia She became more excited when he heard Jia Mu change her tone, "Although he has got a ninth grade companion, what kind of high official is he? He was so proud that he even dared to hit Zhen'er. How could he be able to fight her in the future?" Aren’t you going to beat me up and not even spare the old lady? According to me, even if you come back with the top prize, it’s just the icing on the cake in our family, and it’s not worth mentioning!”

No matter which dynasty or generation it is, once the Ding Kingdom has been in the country for a long time and entered a peaceful and prosperous era, it will rely heavily on civil servants to govern the country.

In the court, the civil servants basically have the right to speak, but the Xungui Group is still something that the civil servants cannot easily touch, because this country was conquered by the Emperor Ancestor leading a group of military generals in bloody battles.

It can be said that the imperial conglomerate has shares in which the ancestors of nobles and nobles invested their lives and blood, while the civil servants are just professional managers hired by them. Even if they don't look at guiding the country and showing off their power, they are just part-time workers in the end.

This is also the reason why the Jia family looks down on scholars from top to bottom. Jia's mother forbids Jia Zheng to hold Baoyu to study and lead his grandson Gao Le all day long. In the end, it is nothing more than inferiority.

There are only honors passed down for hundreds of years, but there is no prime minister whose son inherits his father's legacy.

What Jia She said makes sense.

"Old lady, now you have seen how cruel this black-hearted man is, to do such evil things to Zhen'er. At the beginning, I took care of him like that, and it has been seven or eight years, and I have taken good care of him. Who would have thought that once he was asked to escape, he would be right at the gate, making such a public statement that everyone in the capital knew about it, saying that our family treated concubines harshly.

Lord, have I ever treated him harshly?Did I ask his mother and son to set the rules, or did I flick his fingernail?
It's a pity that I, the aunt-in-law, only had to hang myself with a rope because of shame, but no one knew that I was also wronged. "

Mrs. Xing came specifically with Jia She today.

When she heard that Jia Zhen had been kicked out by Jia Cong, she could not sit still. She just felt that God was helping her and she was finally going to get ahead. If she could not seize such a good opportunity, it would be unforgivable.

Mother Jia glanced at Jia Zheng and saw that her youngest son's face was still full of regret. No one knew better than her, a mother, how much her youngest son admired scholars.

Seeing that Jia Cong has gained a famous literary name outside because of a few good poems, I thought, this child is just like me back then, can he not develop a cherished heart?
"You have jumped into the trap. Such a person with a dark conscience and immorality is so talented. What's so surprising about it? Is it possible that if you learn the skills right before your eyes, you will be like us in the future?" Can’t catch them all in one go?”

Jia Zheng murmured for a long time, "Mother, this was not how we felt back then!"

Jia She was very unhappy. The evil son he had raised had done so many disobedient things. Every time he wanted to deal with it, Jia Zheng would stop him. He didn't say to take more care of his nephew.

"I don't dare to have this traitor anymore. If you do, just admit it and let's see how you deal with Zhen'er!"

In one sentence, Jia Zheng could no longer utter a single word. Instead, his face turned red and he was ashamed.

Mother Jia felt very sorry for her little son, and couldn't help scolding Jia She, "This is not the good thing you did back then. The black-hearted seeds you left behind made your father angry to death. It's good for you to blame your brother. I’m not dead yet!”

Jia She hurriedly knelt down, Jia Zheng didn't dare not to kneel, they all knelt down, Mrs. Xing and Mrs. Wang didn't dare not to kneel down, and the whole room knelt down.

Mother Jia was so tired that she waved her hand, "I don't care. Leave him to whomever you like. It depends on Zhen'er how to deal with him. He is the leader of the clan, so I, an old woman, won't say anything!"

Jia Rong kowtowed, "Old ancestor, my great-nephew's father said that when he can get up, he will definitely come to apologize to the ancestor and ask the ancestor to forgive him for his filial piety for so many years. !”

After all, Jia Zhen is the eldest grandson of the eldest family member and the patriarch of the clan. She has always been filial to the old lady, not much worse than the one she raised.

The old lady really felt sorry for him for suffering this, and she had never liked Jia Cong. If it weren't for the fear of people outside talking about him, the old lady wouldn't even see him now.

"You tell your father that you should be healthy and recuperate, and don't think too much about other things. Jia Cong, a rebellious son, grew up with his aunt. He must hate us people so much in his heart. He is also a poor man. What he did If such an evil happens, your father, as the leader of the clan, can deal with it as he should, without looking at our face."

This meant completely abandoning Jia Cong. Jia Zheng's heart suddenly felt like a knife, but he had no position to speak.

The mother and brother are in charge. Jia Cong is not his adopted child. The brother wants to get rid of Jia Cong and then quickly. If he speaks, his brother will undoubtedly hate him and think that he has bad intentions.

Although Jia Zheng is upright and upright, it does not mean that he is a fool and does not understand the world. He can win Jia's mother's partial favor. In addition to Jia She's own suicide, there are also merits in Jia Zheng.

Jia She breathed a sigh of relief. After getting up, he said to Jia Rong with great satisfaction, "That boy is back from the palace. When he enters the door, you guys come over to catch him. I will tell the emperor on his behalf when I get back." He is said to be ill and is left to you. You can deal with it how you like. Since he is cruel enough to do such a thing, if you don’t teach him a lesson, he may dare to rebel in the future!"

Jia Rong breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her hands to Jia She, "With the support of the eldest master, the great-nephew can also have an explanation to his father. Otherwise, the great-nephew will only be kneeling in the old lady's yard today and will never dare to go back." .”

"Okay, that's all said and done. You can go and don't disturb us ladies who are talking together. Let the girls come out and call Baoyu. It's getting cold today, so there's no need to go to school. Already." Jia Mu said impatiently.

　The first!
　　The second is a little later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)