The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 80 The King's Prestige is Unpredictable
No one can enter the Dongnuan Pavilion of Linjing Hall.

Emperor Taiqi was leaning on the couch by the window. There were memorial books and tea sets and ink on the small kang table. He was holding a book in his hand. When he saw Jia Cong coming in, he bowed and pointed to the table not far away. "Look at the writing on that piece of paper!"

Jia Cong took a look and saw that it was when he was in Dongshan Garden that he wrote the poem "Farewell to Senior Brother" and the "Poem of Numbers One, Two, Three, Four". Those handwritings were deliberately hidden by him, and he knew it in his heart. What happened? Without saying a word, he knelt down again.

The majesty of the emperor is unfathomable.

"Since you knew you were hiding your clumsiness back then, why didn't you hide it this time?" The emperor put the book on the table and straightened up. "I heard that you beat Jia Zhen. If you do something wrong next time, Jia Zhen will punish you according to clan rules?"

Sweat rolled down Jia Cong's forehead. He really didn't know what the emperor was thinking. Ordinary people could not understand the emperor's thoughts unless they reached a certain height and could not understand the other person's difficulties and joys.

However, ordinary people don’t want to be taken advantage of.

"I'm guilty!" Jia Cong said something like gold. "It's not that I want to hide my clumsiness. When I wrote the poem in Dongshan Garden, I was so satisfied that I didn't think about what I wanted to win with my words. I wrote a poem. Poetry can crush them.

This time, I wrote the notes in this handwriting, and I didn’t think about gaining anything. The Four Books of Sutra are what the saints said, so I should treat them with respect, so I didn’t dare to slack off at all when copying the notes. "

No matter what, the emperor could not be allowed to have the idea of ​​flattering him with words, not to mention that he had never had this intention at all.

I can only say that being with you is like being with a tiger!
Sun Qiang never expected that it would be like this. His eyes narrowed. It is easy for a person to be favored, but it is even easier to be unlucky.

"Go get a pen and paper!"

After Emperor Taiqi ordered it, Sun Qiang hurriedly took it himself and placed it in front of Jia Cong. Jia Cong knelt on the ground, looking at the pen and paper, not daring to have any thoughts in his mind.

"I heard that you once gave someone a song called "Linjiang Immortal". Please write down the lyrics of that song now!"

"Yes!"

Jia Cong knelt on the ground, picked up his pen, and wrote word for word on the paved paper, ""Linjiang Immortal: The Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passing East" The rolling water of the Yangtze River passes east, and the waves wash away the heroes..."

After finishing the last stroke, Jia Cong put down the pen, carefully dried the ink, and presented it with both hands.

Sun Qiang took it and looked at the elegant, light and steady writing in his hand. He couldn't help but sigh, God is really unfair to people. How many poor scholars and old Hanlins have written I can't come up with such good calligraphy.

Emperor Taiqi did not answer it, but looked at the poem and said, "Did you write this poem?"

"Yes!" Jia Cong did not dare to say no.

There is no Ming Dynasty in the world of Red Mansions, and there is no such person as Yang Shen. It would be even more inappropriate to force this poem on someone's head. It is impossible for such good poems, which are famous throughout the ages, to be handed down from generation to generation once they are published. Obliterated.

As a child of only seven or eight years old, he did not have the talent of Yang Shen, let alone his life experience, the pain of being exiled, the difficulty of leaving his hometown, the feeling of being unable to return to his hometown, being separated from his beloved wife. Li Chou.

The son of the chief minister, he was the number one scholar in his generation. However, he suffered a lot and died of old age in the southern wilderness. Even though he saw the harshness of the world, he could not let go of the heavy burden in his heart.

Without this kind of experience, how could one write such magnificent poems that describe the everlasting mountains and everlasting rivers, describe the ups and downs, and convey the emotion of life?
He just wanted to enlighten Daiyu at the beginning. He couldn't bear to see her like an orphan, living under the shelter of others. He often lamented that her life was abnormal and her body was ruined, so he definitely didn't think so much.

After all, he has never assumed the true identity of Jia Cong, never adapted to this society, is unwilling to be bound by ethics, and his behavior is too unruly.

This will lead to disaster.

Right now, he was in a deadlock.

"You said you wrote it?" Emperor Tai Qi asked coldly.

He didn't believe it, and of course he didn't have any evidence. This word was not written by Jia Cong.

"Yes, I know that the emperor must be doubting that at my age and character, I absolutely cannot write such words! If I hadn't learned about my past bit by bit, I would definitely not believe that such an honorable disciple like me , when our ancestors established the foundation of peace and stability, in such a rich and wealthy clan, we could only live a life of begging for food and clothing."

Jia Cong knelt straight, with tears in his eyes, "If the emperor didn't show consideration and kindness to his meritorious service, I would be from a humble background. Fortunately, my aunt could enlighten me. My grandfather left many books for me, so I could study. Be clear about things, have great aspirations, neither be happy with things nor be sad with oneself, work hard to read all the words in the world, and be determined to read all the books in the world. "

"Work hard to know all the characters in the world, and resolve to read all the books in the world!"

When Jia Cong said this, Emperor Tai Qi had no real sympathy, but looking at the thin young man in front of him, his heart was inevitably filled with shock, and his heart also resonated and trembled.

Although Sun Qiang was an eunuch, at the beginning of the Yongjia Dynasty, a study room was set up in the palace to teach eunuchs how to read and write. Some outstanding talents also emerged. Sun Qiang became famous both inside and outside the court for his piano and calligraphy.

He seemed to see himself back then, when he was also a little child. His family sold him into the palace, and after he was purified, he became a little fireman. Within the walls of this cannibal palace, if he wanted to survive, he could only study hard.

For a moment, Sun Qiang's eyes became hot.

These words, if spoken by a middle-aged man who has tasted the ups and downs of life, would mean nothing.

For such a small child to say it in such a calm tone, as if he had always done so, it shocked people immensely.

Since Emperor Taiqi was able to fight his way out of the battle for the heir, how could he be so emperor-minded that he could miss the mark? His eyes were sharp and he could not miss the look in Jia Cong's face. Words come from the heart.

The doubts in my mind were gone.

"I give you a word, Yuanze. I hope you will remember what you said today, so that you can study well and do nothing wrong!"

Yuanze?

The meaning of "Deze, grace", using these two words as the character for Jia Cong, there is no need to guess the holy meaning. Is this the meaning of letting him always remember the holy grace he received from the Duke of Rongguo?
No matter what the meaning behind it was, for Jia Cong at this time, he had no choice but to accept it!

"The minister leads the decree to thank you!"

When Jia Cong came out of Linjing Hall, his little clothes were already soaked. When the wind blew, his whole body trembled. The majesty of the emperor was indeed extraordinary. In a fit of anger, millions of people were killed, not to mention his small life!
It seems that he can no longer write poems casually in the future. He did not expect that the poem he wrote just to persuade Daiyu almost caused him to be killed.

The handwriting is already incredible, and coupled with a poem that has been passed down through the ages, it is enough to make anyone with a brain doubt him, maybe he will be treated like a monster.

Although today is dangerous, after today, even if someone wants to make a fuss about this, he is not afraid anymore. He has passed the level of emperor.

Sun Qiang chased him out of the palace and handed a cloak to Jia Cong, "The emperor said, I asked you to write a poem for nothing!"

Jia Cong hurriedly thanked him again and said with a smile, "Under the sky, everything is the king's land; on the shore of the land, there are the king's ministers." If I can serve the emperor, all the people in the world will be proud of it. How dare I be arrogant!"

Sun Qiang smiled and said, "Our family has been in this palace for so many years and we have met so many people. Apart from anything else, the talent of the young master ranks first among them."

"Father-in-law, please stop telling jokes. Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. This is a joke. Others don't say it's my father-in-law's love for me, but they say it's Cong who is frivolous."

"Let's see who dares to speak! There is nothing to say about the young master's poems and books. In the past, when someone was elected to the Hanlin Academy, those old Hanlin officials were 1 dissatisfied. This time, no one dares to say anything."

What Sun Qiang didn't say was that the emperor also said in private that having an eight-year-old child on top of them would make them sting to death.

In the Linjing Hall, Xia Shouzhong was kneeling on the ground, holding the poem Jia Cong had just written in his hands. Emperor Tai Qi stood and looked down,

"'The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few times. The white-haired fisherman on the river is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine happily meets. Ancient and modern times Everything is just a joke.'

Shouzhong, you are also a good poet. I heard that you can also recite a few sour poems. Do you think this kind of poetry can be produced by Jia Cong? "

Xia Shouzhong didn't know the emperor's thoughts and didn't dare to say nonsense, but Emperor Taiqi gave the word to Jia Cong. What an honor it was.

He said, "I don't dare to say it, but I heard that the Third Young Master Jia Cong had a dream. In the dream, a Taoist taught him a few scriptures. The scriptures were praised by the Supreme Emperor and were said to be true scriptures. He also said that it was the most natural thing for the Tao Te Ching to be written in the handwriting of San Gongzi."

Tao follows nature, and the Supreme Emperor always pursues "nature" when doing things.

A sneer appeared on Emperor Taiqi's face, and he walked to the window with his hands behind his back, "It's a good thing that he is so appreciated by the emperor!"

However, Xia Shouzhong heard a deep chill from these words, and his hair stood on end, and he was also worried about the three-foot-tall child.

Jia Cong entered the south study room again and saluted the princes. The fourth prince still snorted and ignored him. The fifth prince crossed his legs and said, "Jia Cong, when you have time, write two words for me. I will frame them and hang them on the wall." Make it a decoration.”

Jia Cong bowed and said, "Your Highness the Fifth Prince, from today onwards, Cong will be ordered to study and write. Cong does not dare to accept the order."

If he had written that he wanted this today and that tomorrow, he might as well just set up a stall on the street.

"You are ordered to study? Your father gave you such a decree?" The fifth prince did not insist on Jia Cong's calligraphy. He was not a prince who did not study and had no intention of inheriting the throne in the future. He also could not read good calligraphy. The word "bad" comes from it, but it is said casually.

Hearing that Jia Cong was going to study according to the order, the fifth prince laughed, pointed at Jia Cong, and looked like he was gloating, "How on earth did you offend my father, and my father wants to punish you like this?"

"Thunder, rain, and dew are all due to your kindness. Cong did not dare to offend the emperor. The emperor did not punish Cong. He gave Cong words and encouraged him to study hard."

"Hahaha!" The fifth prince burst into laughter, "Only you would think so, so go and study. Otherwise, I will charge you with resisting the imperial decree!"

After Jia Cong sat down, the Sixth Prince glanced at him. When their eyes met, Jia Cong clearly saw the sympathy in his eyes, which was a little baffling. After thinking about it, he felt relieved.

As a royal prince, the most important thing is ambition. If you don't study, you can live a rich and prosperous life. As expected, no one born in the royal family is simple.

"Jia Cong, why did you leave so early yesterday!" Mu Yongzheng finally seized the opportunity and came over to ask Jia Cong. He was no longer as provocative as yesterday and acted like a good brother. "I can't find Chang'e's medicine pestle, I'm afraid I'll be disliked!"

"Hahaha!" Mu Yongzheng lowered his voice, "Let me tell you, there is a kind of candied fruit, as long as you can afford it..."

"Bah!" Xian Ning spat at Mu Yongzheng, "Sneaking around is not a good person!"

Mu Yongzheng was confused, "Did I provoke you?"

"You didn't provoke me, but if you talk secretly, it's definitely not a good thing."

"You said we were sneaking around, so if I speak louder, do you dare to listen?"

Mu Yongzheng and Xian Ning are also uncles and cousins, and it is common for them to quarrel.

"Say it, I dare to listen to you!" Xian Ning pouted, her cheeks were as round as an angry hamster, which made Jia Cong have the desire to pinch her cheeks.

However, just think about it.

Mu Yongzheng cleared his throat, as if he was about to say something, but he did not dare to say what kind of place this was. If he really dared to say that, the Dong'an County Prince's Palace was a clan, so he would not be in a good position.

"Hey, Jia Cong, why didn't you stop me?" Mu Yongzheng pointed at Jia Cong and said to Xian Ning, "He didn't let me say it!"

Xian Ning knew that he was haunted, so he became more and more determined that Mu Yong was trying to lead Jia Cong into evil. He tugged on Jia Cong's clothes and said, "Uncle Huang told you to study hard, and you are not allowed to imitate him."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Sister, don't worry, I will definitely not be a bad learner."

But Mu Yongzheng made a face at him, as if he was laughing at him. If you don't follow the bad example, what were you doing last night?
Jia Cong ignored him. After comforting Xian Ning, he began to study silently seriously. He had not come to class in the past few days, so naturally he had to find a way to make up for the missed lessons. After class, he had to ask Zhang Qilin for advice.

"Knowing to stop can then lead to concentration, to become calm can then lead to stillness, to become quiet can then lead to concentration, to be at peace, then to be able to think, to worry and then gain..."

When Zhang Qilin walked in, he heard the sound of Jia Cong reading aloud. He couldn't help but nodded slightly and began to check his homework one by one. Jia Cong fell to the end.

"Have you recited everything?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me what you mean!"

There are no secrets in the palace. The emperor only asked Jia Cong a song "Linjiang Immortal" in Linjing Hall. In the cabinet, they heard about it. Zhao Song maintained his identity and didn't say anything.

Gu Mingchen lost a son because of Jia Cong, and he was the proudest son. Needless to say, he felt resentful. If he was not afraid of contradicting the emperor, he would have to give Jia Cong the reputation of a monster.

He didn't dare to do this, so he just said, "You're young, so older may not be better!"

Zhang Qilin also wanted to see what this little monster was capable of. The first few sentences of "The University" had been finished. Since this was a man who could read, he might as well investigate and see how good his talent was.
When Zhang Qilin asked, Jia Cong knew what he was thinking.

People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. The ancients were honest and did not bully me.

Jia Cong also knew that after his previous performance and the attention of the royal family, countless people were staring at him.

After thinking for a while, Jia Cong said, "Students, try to solve it first. If it's not right, I hope you will give me some advice!"

"Of course, there is no need to worry. You are wrong. I know where you are wrong. You have missed these few days of classes, and I don't have much time to make up for you one by one. Studying on your own is the right way. "

Jia Cong also understood that Zhang Qilin did not teach him the Eight Classics. In the end, he was just a companion, and it was impossible to delay the princes for his own studies. And his previous thought of asking Zhang Qilin for advice was probably just wishful thinking.

Zhang Qilin is also a bachelor of Dongge University and the left minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs. He has to deal with many government affairs in a day.

Today, I really felt too many things. First, I experienced the unpredictable power of God in the Linjing Hall, the humiliation of life and death hanging on a thin line, and now I had to experience the humility of high status.

"Being clear and virtuous, being friendly to the people, and being the best are the principles of a university. Stopping is where the best is. If you know it, your ambition will be oriented. Quiet means that the mind will not move rashly. Peace means being at peace where you are. Worry means doing things. Precise and detailed. To get it is to get it where it stops."

These are not difficult for Jia Cong. When reading scriptures, the key is to interpret the scriptures based on the scriptures. In the words of his grandfather, anything that cannot be understood in this book must be explained by the contents of another book, especially the "Four Books".

He has memorized all four books by heart.

As expected, Zhang Qilin was very satisfied with his analysis. He listened and nodded, "So, I have read it thoroughly!"

This is high praise.

"It's all thanks to Mr.'s education!"

"There is no need to be humble. Although you are talented, you must be diligent. The emperor has decreed that you should study hard, and you must not let down the divine grace!"

"Yes!"

After finishing the riding and archery class in the afternoon, Xia Jin came out of the palace. Jia Cong was waiting for him at the door. Jia Cong hurriedly went up. Your homework."

Jia Cong felt relaxed only when he was with Xia Jin. He was sitting in the carriage and Xia Jin was riding a horse. Along the way, the master and the disciple did not talk to each other.

Several times, Jia Cong looked at Xia Jin through the gap in the car curtain. Although the master didn't say anything, Jia Cong could also know that the master had called him here so urgently, and it must not be for school examination homework.

After about half an hour, they entered the cross street, and Xia Jin's small courtyard was in front of them.

Uncle Kui came out and was very happy to see Jia Cong, "I haven't seen the young master for a long time!"

"Uncle Kui, how are you doing lately? I haven't seen Uncle Kui for a long time. I'm so worried!"

"Come in quickly, there's a brazier in the house, it's cold outside."

Uncle Kui was smiling and very approachable. Jia Cong saw it in his eyes. Over the course of the day, his gradually cold heart began to warm up.

After taking a sip of tea, Xia Jin asked Jia Cong to practice boxing and standing shooting before letting him into the room. The two of them sat in front of the brazier. It’s not all about your homework, but the things about the Jia family.”

"I heard that you hurt the patriarch of your Jia family, and the elders in the family can't tolerate you? If it hadn't been for your words this time, life or death would have been unpredictable?"

Jia Cong also expected this.

When he was in the most critical moment, it was Xia Jin who pulled him up and protected him under his wings. When Xia Jin asked about it, his eyes became hot and filled with tears.

Seeing this, Uncle Kui was also very sad and said angrily, "Everyone knows that imprisoned bastard. Apart from the two stone lions in the Ningguo Mansion, even the cats and dogs are not clean. How can he have the face to punish him?" You follow the clan rules? What qualifications does he have to be the leader of this clan? "

Uncle Kui's words were unpleasant. After all, Jia Cong's surname was Jia. Xia Jin was worried that Jia Cong would be embarrassed, so he raised his hand to signal him not to say anything.

Jia Cong just pretended not to see it, "What Uncle Kui said is, no matter how clear I am in my heart, I can't explain it. Speaking of Brother Zhen's opinion of me, I still feel unjust. After all, it's just for someone who doesn't know me." Do you know which family you are related to?"

Jia Cong gradually fell for Jin Rong, and Jia Zhen came to attack him. Jia Cong was worried, so he struck first and smashed him with a chair. This is how he started to fight to the death.

"In that mansion, I am different from other disciples. Once I fall into their hands, I will never have a good life. I am not afraid of death myself, and my aunt, who has endured everything for me these years. , almost dead. If something happened to me, my aunt would definitely not survive."

Jia Cong finally shed tears. When Xia Jin saw this, he was so angry that he trembled and slapped the table, "This is unreasonable, it is simply too much! I will go to the prince about this matter without looking at the monk's face." Looking at the Buddha's face, you are certainly a descendant of the Jia family and my disciple, Xia Jin. If you make a mistake, can't I teach you a lesson?"

Xia Jin had known for a long time that Jia Cong would be in a difficult situation in the Jia family, but he never expected that Jia Cong would not even be able to save his life in the Ning Rong Mansion.

This is because he was the master in front of him. Otherwise, I really can't imagine how this child survived.

Uncle Kui stood up and took down the bow and arrow from the wall, "I'm going to Ningguo's Mansion right now. I will risk my life to kill this prisoner!"

Jia Cong hurriedly knelt down and begged Xia Jin, "Master, Uncle Kui, you must not do this. For the sake of your disciple, you will disregard the laws of the country and commit crimes and commit crimes. The court will not tolerate it. How can your disciple survive?"

"But if this is the case, once the Holy Life Festival is over, you will definitely have no way to survive." Xia Jin said, "Although you have an official status, if you are not tolerated by the family, not only will your reputation be hindered, but once you leave the clan, you will also be difficult to be judged by the laws of the world. Allow."

"Now, you have written the words "Tao Te Ching" for the Holy Shou Festival. The Holy Shou Festival is just around the corner. If the Jia family finds out that you are an unfilial and disloyal person, the emperor and the supreme emperor will definitely be furious, and there will be landslides and tsunamis. Now, even if Ningrong and the Second Mansion are not dead, they will be damaged. They are afraid of this, so they will tolerate it a little."

Jia Cong thought of Jia Zhen's temper, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Master, these disciples have thought of it. I think that with Jia Zhen's temper, he may not have the patience to wait until the Holy Birthday Festival."

"Is this enough? Can this wait?" Uncle Kui was anxious. He had no children in his life, but he liked Jia Cong very much after getting along with him. He was also a man who came from the army, and his loyalty could not be washed away.

"Do you know when he will take action?" Xia Jin was shocked and did not doubt his disciple's guess at all.

He even liked Jia Cong's vigilance. On the battlefield, even the slightest mistake could cost his life. Only by being careful can you save your life.

"I don't know the details, but I have a way to deal with him. I just need to borrow some strength from my master." Jia Cong lowered his eyes, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

　A big chapter, I will update more when I have time today.

　　
　
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