In the blink of an eye, it’s the night of staying together, and tomorrow we will send “the coffin of the grandson of Ningguo Gong, the grandson of the First Class Ningguo Gong, who was granted the title of First Class Ning Guogong tomb in the year of Fengtian Hongjian, to protect the inner court’s Forbidden Road, the imperial guard Long Jinwei, who enjoys a strong life and a long life, the Qin family of Jiamen,” will be sent to tomorrow.
Tiekan Temple sent the spirit, the Ningguo Mansion was brightly lit, guests were greeted by officials, and it was very lively.
Because it was a funeral for a respectful person, most of the guests stayed with relatives, friends, and guests. The Jia Mansion set up two troupes of small operas and performed various kinds of operas, which continued throughout the night.
Jia Lian's wife, Youshi, said she could not afford the illness, so Sister Feng was the one who directed the reception and delivery of the funeral in Ning Mansion. She took full responsibility and stayed up all night. Naturally, she could not return to Rong Mansion.
Seeing that it was already past the third watch, Jia Lian, who was worried, was still not sleepy at all, so he was writing and reading in the study to pass the time.
Seeing that Qingwen who was waiting on the side was so sleepy that she leaned against the table and took a nap with her head in her hands. Jia Lian reached over and knocked on the table:
"Just go back to your room and sleep.
I call you red sleeves to add fragrance, but I don’t call you red sleeves to add congestion."
Qingwen's eyes were so sleepy that she mumbled something:
"Yesterday I was said to be causing trouble, and today I am being said to be causing trouble. Tomorrow I don't know whether I am going to be called wine or jealous."
Jia Lian had something on his mind, so when he heard "add some wine", he thought it was good, so he took out the wine utensils and a small jar of wine by himself without asking Qingwen.
Qingwen was about to clean up Jia Lian's pen and ink in a daze, when she suddenly smelled the aroma of wine and immediately became energetic:
"It smells so good! What kind of wine is this? It smells so good that it goes into your soul."
Jia Lian saw her twitching her little nose and looking very cute, so she smiled and said:
"Just in time, I'll write down the name of the wine and test how many words you recognize these days."
After saying that, he took the pen and ink and wrote the words "Broken Tan Xiang" on the plain paper.
Qingwen pouted and whispered:
"I haven't smiled in the past few days. If I smile now, nothing good will happen.
It’s true that ‘if you’re not afraid of night owls crying, you’re afraid of night owls laughing’.”
Jia Lian ignored her nonsense and just pointed at those three words:
"Read! If you make a mistake, you will be punished by writing it five hundred times."
Qingwen bit her lip and pondered for a long time before she finally read out:
"Stone...earth...fragrance"
Jia Lian was so angry that he nodded repeatedly:
"Okay, okay! It's really good! It smells like stone and earth? It also smells like clouds!"
I'm really sorry for you, but you can pronounce one of the three words correctly."
Qingwen pursed her lips, feeling aggrieved:
"In the half of the "Three Character Classic" I recited, there is only the word "香" for "fragrance nine years old, able to warm the mat", and the other two are not there. The two words "stone" and "earth" are still the same as these two days.
Ming just taught me."
Jia Lian had no choice but to wave his hand:
"That's all, remember, this is the 'broken altar incense'.
You go back to sleep first, and tomorrow you write the words 'broken' and 'tan' five hundred times each."
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After Qingwen left, only Jia Lian and Gu Deng were left in the house facing each other.
He has been thinking hard these days about how to crack the "Ten Thousand Years Slab", but he has no good solution. At this time, facing Gudeng alone in the middle of the night, he feels even more helpless.
I wholeheartedly save the Jia Mansion, which is about to collapse, but no one in this huge Jia Mansion understands the truth, and no one can discuss with me. What else can I do besides leaving?
I have always admired the lone hero Zhao Zilong. With his loyalty and courage, he broke into the enemy camp alone with one horse and one gun, and killed seven in and seven out among the enemy's thousands of troops.
But when the real thing comes, who really has the courage to face everything, knowing that it is impossible to do it?
The vast majority of people will calculate what is best for themselves and the least dangerous;
The vast majority of people will figure out how to get others to rush ahead and become cannon fodder;
Most people will figure out how to hide behind and pick the peaches of victory.
After all, "Madonna bitches" and "keyboard warriors" are the norm for most people, and heroes are only a very small minority, because being a hero is very dangerous.
For example, I am also thinking about this group of trash in the Jia family. Is it the best solution to abandon them and run away overnight?
Perhaps, this is a normal choice for modern people. Only by pursuing advantages and avoiding disadvantages can we survive. It is better to die than to live.
As for what the meaning of "living on" is, is it important?
The Baiji dolphin did not "rely on living", so it became extinct;
Cockroaches and flies are all "living on" and are very tenacious from generation to generation.
In his previous life, Jia Lian was always taught to have a "wolf nature" in the workplace. In fact, this kind of "wolf nature" is not only disowning relatives and biting when he opens his mouth, but also a "beetle nature" that is skinless and shameless, and he just wants to survive.
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His mind was wandering, he was rambling here and there, but he still couldn't think of a solution. Jia Lian had no choice but to drown his sorrows in wine, pouring the incense of Broken Altar into his mouth cup by cup.
I don’t know how much time has passed, and I’m too lazy to count how many cups and pots I drank.
Anyway, Jia Lian realized that the jug in his hand could no longer pour any wine into the cup, so he picked up a small jar with five kilograms of wine and filled it with another jug. When the jug of wine was empty, he poured the wine in the jug into the jug again.
ri.
I feel depressed, and even drinking can’t relieve my sorrow.
By accident, when I was pouring wine into the jug, the wine spilled out, soaking the plain paper with the words "Broken Altar Fragrance" on the table in a lot of wine liquid.
Jia Lian swept away the wine, and the handwriting on the plain paper was suddenly messed up.
The slightly tipsy Jia Lian chuckled:
"Broken altar incense... Broken altar incense... The three words 'broken altar incense' were broken by the wine called 'broken altar incense'...
Broken... broken into fragments, families broken up and people killed, broken jars broken and thrown, not broken but not established, broken cauldrons and boats, riding the wind and waves, breaking the wind and breaking the waves, breaking the bamboo, shaking the earth..."
Suddenly, Jia Lian's heart brightened!
That’s it!
That’s it!
It turns out that the key to everything lies in the word "broken"!
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At this moment, I suddenly heard someone in the courtyard whisper:
"Miss Ping is back?"
Then I heard Ping'er softly say:
"Second Grandma asked me to come back to get something."
Jia Lian's heart moved and he said outside the door:
"Ping'er, come in."
When Ping'er heard Jia Lian calling her, although she was unhappy, she quickly said "yes".
When Ping'er entered the house, he could only smell the aroma of wine filling the room, and his heart even "thumped":
Oops! The second master was drunk alone. If something happens to him and something happens to him, once Sister Feng finds out, he will definitely be in bad luck.
Because of this, Sister Feng ordered people to beat An'er to half death, and then threw her out to be given to a forty-year-old one-eyed old slave as a second wife because of this.
So Ping'er just stopped at the door, bowed politely, and then said:
"What are your orders, Second Master?"
Jia Lian laughed and said: "Why do you hide from me every time like you are hiding from the god of plague?"
Ping'er is a very smart, very handsome girl. She has to deal with Sister Feng's domineering and Jia Lian's lust all day long, and she has already been able to handle it with ease.
When Jia Lian asked this question, he pursed his lips and said with a smile:
"Second Master knows better than me, why bother making it difficult for me to say it out loud?"
Jia Lian also understood her difficulty. At this time, he didn't want to take advantage of Ping'er, so he ordered:
"Close the door. I want to have a few words with you today.
Don’t worry, I won’t touch you.”
Ping'er was dubious, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he had to close the door and window and took a few steps forward, but stopped three or four feet away from Jia Lian.
Jia Lian didn't force himself, he just smiled lightly and tapped the word "broken" on the plain paper:
"Tonight may be my last night here.
You are the one who understands things best and knows how to behave in this room. If I have something to do, I have to leave it to you so that I can rest assured."
(Ping'er: The "last night" of the lustful Erye Lian? Do you believe it?
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