On this side of the room, Jia Heng looked at Jia Huan with indifferent eyes and said in a deep voice: "Brother Huan..."
Jia Huan, who was crying, stopped crying, raised his slightly small eyes, and looked at the person who was speaking, with half of his arms hanging up to look at the person.
This scene fell in Sister Feng's eyes, and a strange smile flashed across her lips.
He thought to himself, Huan'er, a good man, has been taught bad things by Aunt Zhao, and he is like a little frozen cat.
Jia Heng looked calm and said in an indifferent tone: "What exactly did Ming Yan say? He said you were born a slave for several generations. If you say yes, you will kill him with this sword!"
As he said that, he pulled out the three-foot sword from his waist, and saw the frost blade shining white, the cold light flashing, and a biting and murderous aura silently filling the Rongqing Hall full of pearls and birds.
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The saying that he was a military commander who was too evil in the past is particularly true.
At this time, Jia Heng suddenly picked up Jia Huan's hand and said loudly: "This sword is the emperor's sword. It kills traitors and slaves at the top. If Ming Yan uses his slaves to deceive his master, take this sword... and kill him!"
When the people in Rongqing Hall heard these "horrible" words, their expressions suddenly changed. They all stood up and looked at the man and the sword in surprise.
Emperor's Sword...
For example, Mrs. Wang's face changed drastically, she felt her whole body trembling, and with a "bah" sound, a string of Buddhist beads in her hand fell to the ground for some unknown reason, but her eyes were blank and she still didn't realize it.
To be paired with the Emperor's Sword is an honor that even her brother has never received!
He...how virtuous and capable he is?
Jia Mu's lips also moved, excitement appeared on her old face, her old eyes stared closely at the gilded dragon sword, and she felt the same shock in her heart.
This Brother Heng, whether he is a member of the Holy Family or powerful, is amazing...
Under the smoky brows of Daiyu's family, her clear eyes looked at the young man with sparkling eyes. Even though she had already mentally accepted the excellence of this uncle Heng, she still felt shocked at this moment.
Daiyu couldn't tell specifically where the shock came from. Perhaps it came from the holy family of Peach Blossom Crisp, the power of the Emperor's Sword, or the decisiveness of Jia Huan's killing with the sword now?
Maybe not.
It was a subconscious throbbing that even Daiyu was not aware of.
This kind of sense has a word in later generations: dimensionality reduction strike!
When Daiyu was still upset because of a look from a nun in the back house or a gossip from a maid, she would be upset for several days.
But now suddenly there is a person, in the trivial affairs of these backyard parents, with an irresistible force, looking around, using a method that is almost a dimensionality reduction blow, or a method of reopening the geomantic omen.
Tangled vines.
What Daiyu could see was not the Shangfang sword. Even if it was an ordinary sword, she felt that Master Heng could use such a magnanimity that could shake mountains and flatten the world.
"From that day on Brother Dongfu Zhen's incident, we have already begun to see clues..."
Daiyu pursed her lips, her eyes flashing with unspeakable thoughts.
When a person is so outstanding that you can't even look up at him, that burning feeling like the light of the sun.
Daiyu held the handkerchief and looked back at Tanchun, whose face was still stained with tears. He was holding a plain embroidered bamboo handkerchief in his hand, and saw the obsession in his charming eyes.
I suddenly sighed softly in my heart, how many of the daughters in the boudoir did not pay attention to such a charming person?
Sister Feng also watched this scene. The sneer on the face of the gorgeous young woman had long since disappeared. She could only feel that her delicate body was trembling, her breathing was rapid, her pink cheeks were hot, and she was restless. She seemed to be a little... urgent to urinate.
It was not just the Emperor's Sword, but the aura of wielding the sword and shouting questions. The two superimposed on each other, producing a strong mental shock effect. Sister Feng wished she could... use her body to replace him.
Jia Mu's voice was a bit harsh as she said, "Brother Heng..."
But when he saw the young man waving his hand, he shouted: "I, the men of the Jia family, stand upright, how can I allow evil slaves to bully each other?"
Then, he looked at Jia Huan with a pair of aggressive eyes and said suddenly: "If he bullies you, then take a sword and kill him!"
The awe-inspiring roar was like thunder in the clear sky, almost as powerful as heaven and earth. At this moment, everyone in the Rongqing Hall was also frightened by that momentum.
At this moment, Jia Huan's face was pale, trembling with fright, he knelt down and cried: "Uncle, I am talking nonsense, Mingyan said that my child is cheating, I never... said that..."
By the end, I was too frightened to say anything.
When everyone heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief, but they all looked at Jia Huan and Aunt Zhao angrily, looking at the little hooves who were inciting trouble!
Aunt Zhao slumped on the ground, raised her pale and bloodless face, looked at the young man in brocade clothes, and felt an indescribable fear in her heart.
Jia Heng frowned, returned the sword to its sheath with a bang, and asked, "Why are you telling lies?"
When Jia Huan was shouted at, his body trembled, and he felt extremely frightened. He hesitated and said: "I...I..."
As he said that, he looked at Aunt Zhao on the side.
Are you afraid that Aunt Zhao will secretly curse in her angry heart, with a maggot-minded evil heart, and uncreated seeds that will lead to misfortune?
Obviously, these words that have been used by slaves for generations were taught by Aunt Zhao. As for the purpose, she wanted to use these words to cause a scene and drive Baoyu's young servant Mingyan away.
Jia Heng's expression paused, and he suddenly looked at Aunt Zhao aside, frowning and saying, "You taught me this, right?"
"I..." Aunt Zhao looked pale and opened her mouth to speak, but when she saw a pair of sharp eyes under the frowning brows, she didn't dare to say anything else. She lowered her head and acquiesced.
"What a good man from the Jia family has been taught by a housewife! If you are not good at writing, you will not be good at martial arts!" Jia Heng said in a cold voice with a calm face.
Baoyu's big face under the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival paused for a moment after hearing the words. He looked at the attacker aside, only to see the attacker shaking his head at him.
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "Old lady, Chongwen, after the Second Wushu Lecture Hall is built, school-age children will have to go to school and practice martial arts. They will pass the imperial examination in the future. At the same time, they will have to go to boarding school. They can only go back for two days every five days. Others
Don’t mess around in the house!”
For Jia Huan, the first step is to change his growing environment, otherwise he will continue to be influenced by Aunt Zhao until he is hopeless.
Moreover, moral education is also indispensable. Otherwise, even if Jia Huan is allowed to practice martial arts without practicing martial arts ethics, he will probably do more evil in the future.
When Aunt Zhao heard this, she felt like she was struck by lightning, as if the sky was falling, and she cried: "Uncle Heng wants to take away my son too..."
One of her daughters has been taken away by Mrs. Wang, and now she is almost a stranger to her, even her son...
Jia Heng shouted: "No one takes your son away, and if you continue to teach him, will Brother Huan still look like a man from my Jia family?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in Rongqing Hall was in doubt.
Mrs. Wang frowned, feeling a little unhappy.
When he said "good men, let women teach you bad things", she felt that this man was referring to Sang Huai and talking about her precious jade.
She moved her lips, looked at Jia Mu beside her, and said, "Old lady, Baoyu is still young. He just studies, but he comes back once every five days. Isn't that right..."
"My wife didn't tell me, I forgot about it. There is also Baoyu. I asked Baoyu to write the Book of Songs the day before yesterday. Is it finished now? I have written it now. Bring it over quickly. I want to read it." Jia Heng said lightly.
Mrs. Wang, Baoyu: "..."
Seeing that the fire was threatening to burn Baoyu, Jia's mother quickly said: "Brother Heng, Baoyu is still young. He has been here and there for five days, and I can't even sleep well at night."
The butterflies on the window sill are like poems, and they are flying and turning into butterflies in the fan.
Gu Yi
Jia Heng chuckled lightly and said: "You are still young? Black-haired people don't know how early to study, and white-haired people regret studying late. I can understand that you always love your grandson, but you also need to know that such a child has an unstable mind, which is the tree of study.
When a person cultivates virtue, if he misses this period of time, his character will be fixed, and he will regret it later."
Baoyu was "unbearable" and said: "Studying, studying, is just a coward in the country, what's the use of it?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in Rongqing Hall was shocked.
Mrs. Wang glanced at Xi Ren and thought to herself, why didn't you stop him?
The smile on Sister Feng's bright face also froze for a moment, and she thought to herself, is Brother Bao trying to stir up a hornet's nest?
At this moment, Baoyu made the strongest statement in the feudal era about the "uselessness of reading".
Jia Heng looked cold and sneered: "Do you really think so?"
Seeing this, Jia's mother panicked, and she quickly smoothed things over with a smile and said, "Brother Heng, Baoyu and his children talk nonsense, and children talk without restraint."
Mrs. Wang also looked at Baoyu with concern, glanced at Jia Heng with some reproach, and thought to herself, if you shake off the majesty of your clan leader and go to the side to shake it off, what kind of raft will you use Baoyu for?
Baoyu's Mid-Autumn Festival round face rarely showed stubbornness. He snorted, turned his head and said, "Uncle Heng, everyone has his own ambitions, so don't force yourself."
Jia Heng's eyes were fierce and he stared at Baoyu closely.
Big-faced Bao has always been very determined when it comes to studying. In the original novel Red Mansions, he was beaten by Jia Zheng and choked by Xue Baochai for this reason.
It was not until Jia Zheng decided to study politics and became disillusioned with his official career that he felt that Baoyu had a good temperament.
It can be said that Baoyu and the Four Books and Five Classics are naturally in conflict with each other.
Jia Heng said coldly: "Everyone has his own ambitions, but look at the red arrow sleeves you are wearing, the poria frost, rose silk, and the eagle-saddle horse you ride on... which one is not what you say?
The national beetle, the wealthy thief, and the ancestor Ning Rong came to fight with swords and spears?"
Jia Heng sneered and said: "Now you keep saying that you are a coward of the country and a thief of wealth. Why do you pick up the bowl to eat and put down the chopsticks to scold your mother? Is this your ambition? You can't force it, the rock will never move?"
Baoyu's face was frozen, and his face turned blue and white when questioned.
Li Wan Xiuya also had a hint of recognition on her face. If studying is a coward and a thief, then who is her late husband?
And why is she enduring Lan'er so hard?
Sister Feng's beautiful and charming young woman's face was also slightly startled. Danfeng blinked and thought about two sentences in his mind, "Pick up the bowl to eat, put down the chopsticks to curse!"
I just feel like scolding a shameless second-rate guy comes to life.
This brother Heng is very sharp-tongued, and he has a lot of curse words. The problem is that he still doesn't use curse words!
It’s true that you live and learn until you grow old.
"You don't study for the imperial examinations and want to be a hermit. However, when Mr. Wuliu is idle, the morning sun and the dew are gone, and you return home under the stars and the moon, stay in the hut, earn your own living, eat and drink from the basket, and do not change your happiness. What kind of hermit are you?
?Mucked among the piles of fat and powder, not diligent in all aspects of the body, unable to distinguish between grains and grains, they are just like the ears of a worm in a vat!"
Jia Heng said coldly.
His words were not only a rebuke of the so-called anti-ethical and anti-feudal remarks in The Dream of Red Mansions, but also his views on officials and hermits.
If you really want to fight against feudalism and ethics, and don’t want to be an official or take the imperial examination, if you don’t follow Tao Kan’s example, can you learn from Tao Yuanming?
Having an inbred love affair in the backyard is against ethics? Is enjoying the shadow of your father's ancestors and not taking the imperial examinations against feudalism?
The academic world is so funny! It’s a bunch of nonsense!
Ignoring the era in which the author and characters lived, and applying the class history view of later generations to Dream of Red Mansions, we could simply label Baoyu as a proletarian warrior.
"Really anti-ethical and anti-feudal, like Paul Korchagin, live like a warrior! Paul Korchagin rejected Tonya's love and resolutely chose to devote himself to the cause of liberation." Jia Heng thought.
As soon as these words came out, all the female relatives in the Rongqing Hall had different expressions. They were inexplicably shocked by Jia Heng's powerful words.
"One meter of insect ears in the tank..."
There are people who can't help but look at Baoyu, but when they see the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and the white face, even if they know it's wrong, they still feel a ridiculous response in their hearts.
Mother Jia's face changed, her lips moved, and finally she remained silent. The mandarin duck's oval face behind her also had a blush on her face, and she looked at the young man with gleaming eyes.
As for Li Wan, Sister Feng's bright eyes moved slightly, thinking about Jia Heng's words, and the more she thought about them, the more she believed them.
Although Sister Feng didn't quite understand who Mr. Wuliu was, there was an undoubted truth in the aggressiveness of these words and the words that followed.
"It's just a child who doesn't know how expensive firewood and rice are. Don't worry about it. Someone will worry about it for you." Sister Feng glanced at Baoyu, pursed her red lips, and sighed quietly in her heart.
And when these words fell in Daiyu's ears, the girl with the golden hairpin in the Red Mansion also looked at the young man opposite her with a pair of bright starry eyes. The autumn water in her hair was rippling, and she felt something in her heart, as if glass was broken.
Average.
If there is a saying in later generations, it is called the reshaping of the three views and enlightenment.
Because in the past, Daiyu had always admired Baoyu's hermit mentality.
It is so called, the lonely forest in the fairyland outside the world.
In the following years of getting along, we also understood, recognized, and appreciated Baoyu's "hermit" character.
If you like someone and are attracted to him/her, how can you not agree with his/her worldview and values?
How can it be strange?
However, Jia Heng's words now ruthlessly pierced Baoyu's "hermit" veil, exposing his frail true face. At the same time, he also buried a heart called "hesitation" in Daiyu's heart.
"Seed.
Until the future, Baoyu, if... there is a future, then because of the fierce golden sword, he threw himself into the well, and the person's underpants were ripped off without any sense of responsibility... That seed will grow into a towering tree, lush green,
The lush green color protects the jade from wind and rain.
Tan Chunxiu's beautiful face also showed thoughts, and she looked at Jia Heng with a pair of shining eyes.
"Brother Heng is not only well-versed in politics and history, but he is also outstanding in seeing people and things. This clever argument... the lamp will not turn on, and the reason will not be clear."
Mrs. Wang frowned, her face was ugly, she glanced at Jia Heng with disgust, and said to Jia's mother: "Old lady, Baoyu is still a child..."
But he saw a pair of cold eyes cast over him, "Second Madam, you feel sorry for your son? As a parent, it is understandable that you feel sorry for your children, but as Second Madam is Baoyu's mother, do you know that in Rongqing Hall, you are the one who should thank me the most?"
If his surname is not Jia, and I am not the head of the Jia clan, he will be a ball of mud that cannot stand up the wall, and I will keep silent and ignore him! He is mediocre and incompetent, what does it have to do with me?"
I help you discipline your son, but you don't leave the table and worship, and you still look like this, you are simply ignorant! How unreasonable!
Aunt Zhao, who was slumped on the ground, quietly watched the scene of the young man "killing gods when God blocks him, and killing Buddha when Buddha blocks him".
Seeing that "teaching the mother to the son, scolding the mother to the son", I felt an indescribable emotion well up in my heart, this is a decent person!
A strange flush appeared on his fair and beautiful face, and his body trembled slightly, so he went to look for his brother Huan.
Jia Huan also blinked at this time, with a pair of small eyes shining on his tear-stained face, looking at the majestic young man in shock.
Basically, it feels like, coach, I want to learn this.
What kind of skill is it to say bad things about Baoyu? He has to do it in front of his wife, and after he finishes speaking, his wife should thank him!
At this moment, Jia Huan's heart was agitated, her cheeks were red, and her fists were slightly clenched under her sleeves. In just a moment, she was pricked by nails so painful that she frowned, and there was no time to penetrate into the flesh, let alone thirty years... The storm was raging...
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"This maggot has a wicked heart and is an uncreated seed. This is because God has opened his eyes and blessed him. If he follows this uncle Heng and learns..." Aunt Zhao's cheeks were flushed and she didn't know what to learn. Maybe she was learning to quarrel with others?
