It was said that everyone in the Rongguo Mansion took a boat to send Jia's mother's coffin back to her hometown. Nothing happened on the boat. Jia Cong quietly told Jia She what happened to Lin Daiyu and others in the past few days. Jia She was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and cursed: "The old emperor actually
I made this calculation!" His eyes immediately turned red, "The old man fought so hard for him to win the battle, but when he came back, he actually gave me a life-threatening talisman. All my loyalty was fed to the dog."
Jia Cong said: "Dad, don't talk about feelings with the emperor."
Jia She sighed: "It's not about having a relationship with the emperor, but it's not worth it for your grandfather."
Jia Cong said: "He treats the emperor as his boss, and the emperor treats him as a slave. Since he is a slave, he will not be stingy." Jia She shook his head. After a while, Jia Cong asked, "Did my grandfather ever teach me the art of war?"
"
Jia She thought for a while and said, "The old man didn't teach me anything specifically. He just practiced a few martial arts like an ordinary general's disciple."
How can I have a unique skill in my belly that I would not sincerely give to my son? Jia Cong hummed: "I'm afraid he saw that the late emperor was not a good bird, and he was afraid that the Rongguo Mansion would have too much credit. It's a pity that the old man deliberately neglected his two sons.
Still can't bring peace to future generations." Jia She's face became more and more ugly. Jia Congnai scratched his head, "Does dad know about that fat monk?"
"I don't know." Jia She said, "I have never heard that the old man has any junior disciples who were born in the green forest. Since that temple is where the former emperor's substitute monk practiced, it must have been the intention of the former emperor that your grandfather went to study."
Jia Cong held his cheek and thought for a while, then clicked his tongue twice: "This was originally a script that everyone was happy with. There was a monk who was good at fighting and helped the emperor conquer the country. He was not rich and glorious, so he worked as a substitute monk for the emperor. He discovered that the general Jia Yuan
His son Daishan was extremely talented, so he accepted him as his apprentice and taught him his lifelong skills. Moreover, Jia Daishan had a close personal relationship with the prince and was the prince's confidant. Later, the prince succeeded to the throne and became a wise king, and Jia Daishan became a famous general. The story ends here.
Fortunately, it can be foreseen that the emperor's descendants, the Jia family's descendants, and the monk's disciples and disciples will all be able to live together for several lifetimes and become each other's cheats. This is mostly the case in plays."
Jia She sneered: "The play is full of nonsense."
Jia Cong shrugged and said, "Then the plot took a turn for the worse. As the Mingjun grew older, he gradually turned into a cowardly king. His close friend, Yuan Xianchen, was so cruel to his son that he was not like a real father, let alone others."
Jia She said: "He was not old when he gave Yushanzi."
Jia Cong blinked and said, "Is the prince's status stable at that time?"
Jia She was startled, then thought for a while and said, "It's okay, the prince is very favored at that time, and the people below him are also acting arrogantly, and no one dares to care about it."
Jia Cong gave a high-five: "Although I haven't touched him yet, it's a foregone conclusion that he will be destroyed. He is a arrogant enemy and the late emperor's arrogant son. That poor naughty boy."
Jia She said: "At that time, there were many good and bad people under the crown prince. It was really chaotic."
Jia Cong hummed: "The late emperor should take action to clean it up! There is a pit on the road, and someone is about to fall into it. The person who is blocking him is a good person, so it's okay if he doesn't stop him. But the one who is about to fall in is his own son, so instead of stopping him,
, and still shouting ‘walk faster’ from the side, it’s too outrageous.”
Jia She sighed: "After all, the former prince is still capable and will not let him control the imperial court until his death." Jia Cong pursed his lips and did not comment, then dropped the matter.
A few days later, Jia Baoyu came quietly to Jia Cong and asked, "Cong'er, I think you know what Sister Lin did last time?"
Jia Cong thought for a moment and said: "I know, I know. Because the matter is too complicated, I don't dare to tell Brother Baoyu. You are too honest, I'm afraid you may not be careful to reveal something to others."
Baoyu lowered his head and said, "She took something important from King Yan?"
"It doesn't belong to Prince Yan. Anyway, her fuss has saved our family from a major danger in moving. Even if it doesn't save my life - I'm not in the capital, it still saves your life."
Baoyu was startled. Jia Cong looked at him and thought, this man has a rare talent, but he is too pure and kind, and he is also a bit lustful. Lustfulness is a man's nature, it is nothing; pure kindness is fatal in any era.
He has read a lot of history books, and he understands all the principles. It’s just that he doesn’t feel the knife until he stabs himself. If he can put it to good use, it will be a rare pen. He said: "Second brother, if you have time, I will tell you something.
Do you want to listen to Duan Pinghua’s story?”
Jia Baoyu looked at his appearance and knew that the story was unusual, so he said, "Tell me about it."
"The name of this story is called, The truth behind the cliché finale. It is said that a certain country in a certain time and space encountered troubled times, the national destiny ended, and foreign invasion." Jia Cong then used his storytelling skills to tell the story of the emperor and the general.
Once again, by the way, a green forest thief came to the temple to steal, and asked the monk to accept him as a closed disciple to pass on the mantle.
After hearing this, Jia Baoyu said: "This story is really cliché, and it's mostly like this in Pinghua operas."
Jia Cong chuckled: "That's a prequel, the real story hasn't begun yet." After drinking half a cup of tea, he slowly talked about the new generation of Ming masters who were getting older and were afraid of the heroes and the prince.
Usurping the throne, laying out the overall situation, using villains, killing generals, deposing the prince, removing meritorious officials, digging a hole for the general to destroy the general in order to gather the military power from the founding general, and so on. The following story was told for a long time, and the two brothers even had dinner.
Eating in Jia Cong's cabin.
After hearing this, Baoyu let out a long sigh: "Strange sayings say that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger."
Jia Cong looked at him and said: "According to Brother Baoyu, how can the general protect his children and grandchildren? Obviously his 'foolish' strategy is wrong. His contribution is too high, even if he raises his son
Even if he becomes a useless person, the Heavenly Family will not let him go."
Baoyu thought for a while and said, "Why bother to compete for so much credit?"
Jia Cong said: "Military glory is not won by fighting, but by fighting. If he does not fight wholeheartedly, it will be his brothers Paoze who die, and ordinary people who will be massacred. Soldiers go to battle not for the king, but for the people."
Baoyu couldn't help but snap: "That's right!" He said with emotion, "What a pity! My grandfather is a general, but none of us are practicing martial arts."
Jia Cong curled his lips and said: "Practice martial arts is too hard. I think I can deal with a few ruffians like a three-legged cat with two tricks like this." He looked at Baoyu Huizi up and down, "You are so helpless.
It’s better to be a pure scholar than a pure scholar.”
Baoyu said sarcastically: "I haven't learned anything since I was a child. Even my father..." He suddenly froze. Jia Cong looked at him with a smile and said nothing.
After enough time to burn a stick of incense, Jia Cong could no longer laugh anymore. He leaned on the back of his chair and wandered around. Jia Baoyu suddenly said, "Isn't the story you just told a metaphor for our family?"
"What's a metaphor?" Jia Cong said slowly, "It's a fact, okay? One is hidden and the other is unexplained. If you think about it for a moment, you'll know which one is which." Baoyu immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and remained silent for a while.
After a while, he whispered again, "Well, Yushanzi, why don't you just offer it to King Yan and just do it to us without knowing anything?"
"That Yushanzi had long ago allowed her ancestors to get into her private treasury." Jia Cong said with a smile, "Back then, the Xue family forced the second aunt to pay back the money she owed, so she sold it to raise money." Jia Baoyu's face suddenly melted.
There are pickle shops with all kinds of colors.
Jia Cong added: "By the way, the powerful general in Northern Xinjiang who was killed by the villain is the biological father of sister-in-law Bao Er. I'm sorry for my second brother, for his sake, treat her better."
Baoyu was slightly startled and blurted out: "It's strange that she has a generous temperament!" Then he stumbled and sighed, "My father-in-law is so helpless! It's so unfair."
Jia Cong glanced at him: "Grandpa, wasn't he wronged? Even the Prince of Beijing was very wronged. I didn't want to tell you this. Brother Bao Er lived a clean life in the past, and he was always a stickler for his ancestors.
To protect you. Although she didn't care about it later, after all, her status was a pressure. Now that the ancestor is gone, I hope my second brother will be more sensible. I know that Huan'er tried this a few years ago.
It didn’t work; I want to try again. Now Brother Bao Er also knows that the cruelty of the world is not someone else’s story, but it is really on our own heads. If it weren’t for Sister Lin’s mistake this time,
Regarding this matter, no matter which prince ascends to the throne in the future, no one in the Rongguo Mansion will be alive. Compared with the unwarranted death penalty, your ability to resist your aunt is not enough to protect a family. These things
Second brother is having a hard time thinking about these days."
Jia Baoyu's face turned red with embarrassment, and after muttering a few times, he went back to his cabin. After thinking about it for most of the night, he finally remembered that Jia Cong still didn't tell him what Lin Daiyu had done.
The rest of the journey was smooth and the waterway was fast. We arrived at Jinling in April amid the willows and flowers. Because someone in advance reported the news early, the Jia family’s old house in Jinling had been cleared out and a group of gentlemen, grandmothers and girls moved in. Wu
Naturally, the king would not let go of such an opportunity. Ever since the Jia family entered Jinling, he had sent someone to help take care of him. That person was Chen Ruiwen. Because he was the eldest grandson of the Qi State, and he was the same as Jia She, Jia Zheng, Jia Lian, and Jia Baoyu.
He recognized him and was familiar with the places in Jinling, and he really helped a lot. Three days later, Jia Mu and Jia Daishan were buried together. It was a good time in the south of the Yangtze River, and many people in Jinling went out for an outing. They saw the majestic arrangements of Rongguo Mansion.
The old lady's coffin was decorated from far and near to watch the excitement.
It was another time to worship the ancestral graves. On the boat, several girls of the Jia family already knew about the Yushanzi incident. All the younger generations knelt in front of Jia Daishan’s grave, all filled with emotions. Jia Cong later sighed: "There are probably very few
When people worship their ancestors, they are as pious as we are today." Because at that moment, he saw Lin Daiyu's serious face, and then asked her quietly, "What does sister want?" Daiyu said, "Just tell grandpa that his granddaughter is going to rebel." Jia Cong silently raised his eyebrows.
Thumbs up.
Jia Cong was thinking about Wei Ruoheng and planned to find a day to sneak out and have a look at him, so he discussed it with Chen Ruijin. Chen Ruijin said, "We can wait until the second master Bingbao returns to Beijing."
Jia Cong said with a smile: "Has Chen Ruiwen come to see you?"
Chen Ruijin said: "He is busy these days, hanging around the old master, but he didn't come to look for me. My third sister sent a maid here."
"Um?"
"She gave birth to a daughter." Chen Ruijin raised his eyebrows and said, "Ask me if there is any way to give it to Uncle Xiaomeng."
Jia Cong was stunned and opened his mouth for a long time: "How old is her daughter? Are you starting to think about this?"
Chen Ruijin glanced at him: "She is more than two years old. There is a son behind this daughter, who is only four months old."
Jia Cong twitched the corner of his mouth: "My son has only been four months old when he started planning to trade his daughter for his future. Will this son be able to make a living in the future?" He smiled again for a while, "Meng'er has grown up to the age where he can be a meat and potatoes.
Already? All the hair is gone."
Chen Ruijin smiled and said: "She's not the only one. When we were in Beijing, the second aunt's grandmother said that the second grandmother of the Gao family also wanted to give her daughter to Uncle Xiaomeng. She said that the third uncle had met her at the Gao family before."
"Ah? My sister didn't tell me!"
Chen Ruijin said: "The second aunt's grandma later gave birth to another daughter. When the second aunt's grandma left Ping'an Prefecture, she cried a lot to find the second aunt's grandma, and forced the second aunt's grandma to agree to go back to Beijing to talk to her parents. The second aunt's grandma then
I specifically chose a time when you were not here to mention it to me, asking me to go back and wait until the important things are over, and find a time when I am not busy to tell you, and then ask you to find a time when you are not busy to talk to the great master. It was just that moment
Mrs. Zi has not yet died, what else is more important than her? Later, when she returned to the west, the funeral was naturally important. Then there was the return to her hometown, burial, and ancestor worship. Now it is nothing important.
, I’m not too busy anymore, so I’m telling you.”
While she was talking, Jia Cong smiled and leaned on the case and said, "I'm very busy and there's no time for me not to be busy. I'll wait until Meng'er grows up." He shook his head and said, "Second sister is rushing back to see her off.
Grandma, she has the nerve to mention this matter! Fortunately, my second sister ordered me to help her back then."
Just as he was talking, a young man came in and replied: "Third Master, two women from Prince Wu's palace came to the west corner gate. They said they wanted to meet some girls."
Jia Cong said quickly: "Please come in quickly!"
Chen Ruijin saw him smiling mischievously, shook his head and said, "How long has it been since the Third Master saw the excitement? Are you so depressed?"
Jia Cong winked: "It's nice to see the bustle of ordinary people. How rare is it for you, Fourth Sister Chen, to see your bustle? How could you miss it?" Naizi slipped away and hid behind the screen. After a few seconds, he came out again and held a hand.
I got a dessert plate and a pot of tea in.
Chen Ruijin looked around - she hadn't touched needlework in days! She hurriedly took out the sewing dustpan and casually took off a piece of Jia Cong's mourning clothes hanging on the wooden shirt, and gently tore a hole. There were no voices.
The footsteps had entered the courtyard, so she sat on an official hat chair by the window and pretended to sew.
He heard a melodious female voice: "Fourth sister." It was very pleasant. It turned out that it was the third aunt of Qi Guofu who came in person. Chen Ruijin hurriedly put down the filial piety clothes and needlework in his hand and went to greet her.
Jia Cong took a look at the gap behind the screen and secretly praised the woman's appearance. Chen Ruijin was very beautiful. Standing next to her sister, most men would look at her sister at first sight. This woman in her twenties
She is many years old, as beautiful as a peony in full bloom, and you can't even tell that she just gave birth to a son.
The third aunt's grandmother took Chen Ruijin's hand and asked eagerly: "How is the matter I entrusted to you?"
Chen Ruijin smiled bitterly and said: "Sister, I am not from the Rongguo Mansion, so what status can I use to say that? Wouldn't it be better if the elder brother said it?"
"How can he say this?" Third Aunt Grandma said, "This matter can only be brought up by the Rongguo Mansion first. Otherwise, wouldn't it be your nephew's quarrel with the crown prince? This reputation of seizing the heir cannot be denied."
Chen Ruijin lowered his head and muttered to himself: "I didn't like the excitement, but I saw it as a joke." (..)