Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 205 The Talents Granted by Heaven

Jia Cong flew 33 days away, the clouds are really like cotton candy...

It only takes about ten more thumps to fly past the Tushita Palace, and the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir is right in front of you. Come on, Jia Xiaosan, you are the fattest!

Huh?Why did I flutter for a long time without taking a step forward?

"This kid is fat again!"

Liu Heng carried the little black fat man and let him hold his hands and feet.

The fourth prince Liu Hong squatted in front of the bewildered Jia Cong, listening carefully to the drunken words in the little fat man's mouth, showing a strange expression: "Father, Brother Cong is still muttering about the Nine-turn Golden Pill, the Old Lord of the Tushita Palace, etc... ..."

"Doushi Palace? Nine-turn Golden Elixir? I know, I know, it's the latest storybook "Journey to the West" in Beijing!"

The bear boy Liu Shuo ran over immediately and listened carefully...

Jia Cong grabbed his face and pinched it back and forth: "Hey, Li Goudan... No, Nezha, you also come to steal the golden pill of the Supreme Lord? Come on, let's go to the Heavenly Palace together! "

The old man looked at the messy Taiye pool, and the veins on his forehead kept throbbing.

Drunk Jia Cong and others were all beaten in the head and thrown to the parents of each family.

Jia Cong, who was carried to the gate of the palace, lay on the back of Grand Master She dazedly, staring at the full moon in the sky, as if looking for the shadow of Tushita Palace from the full moon.

There were quite a few people who drank too much at the palace banquet. Civil servants and military generals who used to be intriguing in the past actually crossed their shoulders in front of the palace gate. Many civil servants were reciting poems and odes, and there were endless poems about Mid-Autumn Festival.

Confused, Jia Cong suddenly pointed to the full moon and started singing.

"Mid-Autumn Moon. When the moon arrives at Mid-Autumn Festival, it is brighter and clearer. It is brighter and clearer. I know how much it is. It is cloudy and sunny.

Don't talk about the ups and downs of the cloudy and sunny, and it is a good season in the world.In a good season, I wish to have every year, and the Mid-Autumn Moon is common. "

The old handsome men who were chatting with Mr. She suddenly looked in surprise at the little black fat man who was thumping on Jia She's back.

Oddly enough, Jia Enhou's son is composing poems again!

British Duke Zhang Yue slapped Jia She on the shoulder suddenly: "Enhou, I seem to have heard your son compose a Mid-Autumn Festival poem!"

Feng Tang looked at his son Feng Ziying who opened his mouth wide, leaned forward and whispered, "Old Duke, it doesn't seem like it's true. I think it's better than those sour poems!"

The rest of the warriors around nodded their heads one after another...

"I think so too..."

"Me too!"

Hahahaha...

"Where's Mrs. Wei? Are you gone?"

Zhang Yue immediately grabbed Jia Amnesty's arm, his usual majesty was swept away, and Zhang Yang pulled Jia Amnesty towards Wenchen.

The chief minister of the cabinet, Wei Qinghe, was finally in better health. He had just got on the soft sedan and was about to go home. The soft sedan was surrounded by officials of all sizes, and suddenly he heard loud laughter from the side.

"Old man Wei, come and see Wenquxing from our vulgar warrior family!"

Many officials were interrupted by the laughter to flatter Mr. Shoufu. They were about to scold him, but when they turned around, they saw the old man in the python robe and jade belt, pulling the ugly man Jia She to squeeze over.

The little fat man on Jia She's back was still baring his teeth and claws, muttering about heavenly soldiers and generals, native chicken Wagoner, making trouble in the heavenly palace...

Wei Qinghe looked gently at the Wu Xun team that was rushing over, and responded with a nod: "Big head, your family has a Wenqu star?"

Boom!
Zhang Yue knocked on Jia Cong's head, and the confused Jia Cong grabbed his finger and opened his mouth to bite.

"This can't be eaten..."

Dodging Jia Cong's white teeth, Zhang Yue tugged at Xiaopang's face: "Good nephew, let me repeat the Mid-Autumn Festival speech just now..."

"Jia Cong, the imperial cat, Enhou, did your child write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem?"

Mr. Wei immediately became interested. The little fat man had shown off his poetry before.

It is said that the gods bestowed poems on the country, overwhelming all the sages in the garden.

Don't look at Jia Amnesty, but facing Wei Qinghe, his momentum is obviously weaker by more than half.This is a great sage who has ascended to the position of chief assistant three times and has peaches and plums all over the world.

"Wei Xiang, this kid did sing a Mid-Autumn Festival just now, but the younger generation doesn't know if he composed it himself."

"is it?"

Wei Qinghe became more interested, and was about to ask in detail, but saw Jia Cong on his back grinning at him.

"Laojun, Laojun, have you finished practicing the golden elixir? Give me a gourd, and I'll trade it for you with a roast duck!"

Wei Qinghe looked down at his long white beard and burst out laughing.

He thought of the fruit snacks given by the palace just now, found the largest and roundest Shanshan melon (cantaloupe), patted it and said, "Good boy, do you want such a big golden core? Take the Mid-Autumn Festival poem you just made Read it, and I will give it to you."

"Mid-Autumn Ci? It turns out that the gods also celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Jia Cong's eyes will be full of Jiuzhuan, which is only the size of a cantaloupe... Ninety-turned golden pills, racking his brains to recall when he wrote Mid-Autumn Ci.

What should I do if I can’t remember?Then make another... copy a song!

"Qinglou Yuyu. It is clear that it is not subject to the heat of the world. How can it be ordinary. Only tonight, the bright colors are the same.

Su'e has read all the present and ancient times.Why not stop and listen to my words.Back then, there were shadows and dancing.Although the wonderful song is passed on, after all, what kind of person is it. "

The word is a good word, and all the civil servants and generals around looked at the little fat man on Jia Amnesty's back in surprise.

Wei Qinghe himself is a well-read poet and poet, so he naturally recognized that this word is indeed a new word.

However, the meaning in this word really doesn't match this little fat man.

He commented: "The brushstrokes are flowing, ethereal and clear, fully expressing the desire for Mid-Autumn Festival reunion. Of the poems I have heard today, this is the best!"

"Great Minister, Brother Cong wrote it just now, not this one!"

Wei Qinghe looked at the young man who spoke in surprise, Feng Tang hurriedly stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "Master, this is Ziying the dog."

"A good young man from General Shenwu's family, quite a general style."

Wei Qinghe praised with a smile, and asked: "Little General, do you remember what Yumao did before?"

Feng Ziying is also a person with both civil and military skills, and she is good at poetry. After thinking about it, she matched it with her friends and compiled the whole article.

"Mid-Autumn Moon. When the moon arrives at Mid-Autumn Festival, it is brighter and clearer. It is brighter and clearer. I know how much it is. It is cloudy and sunny.

Don't talk about the ups and downs of the cloudy and sunny, and it is a good season in the world.In a good season, I wish to have every year, and the Mid-Autumn Moon is common. "

"Good festival, good scenery, good words, good wishes!"

Wei Qinghe was full of praise and said four good words in succession.

He waved to Jia Amnesty, and when he went up and down with his son on his back, he put his hand on the grinning little fatty's head, and rubbed his head: "He is a good boy, a talent bestowed by God!"

God bestows talent, this is the characterization of Mr. Wei's shocking performance towards Jia Cong.

This characterization completely suppressed the whispers around. In fact, since Jia Cong slapped many literati in the face with poems in Liang Yuan, the voices that said he plagiarized others have not stopped.

It's a pity that these poems by Jia Cong were all written by master poets in previous lives, and they haven't appeared in this life yet.

Therefore, the rumors are just rumors. Today, the leader of the literary world and the Prime Minister of the Great Xia define the gift of heaven, who dares to say more?

And there is another point, there is still a great market for things like Su Hui granted by heaven in the current generation.

Rongguo Mansion has a little fat man born with Su Hui and gifted by God, and it seems that there is nothing abnormal...

The eyes of envy and jealousy made Master Xi smile, and this will make him more energetic to carry the cub.

"Laojun, Laojun, my golden elixir, my golden elixir!"

Wei Qinghe, the old servant who served the old man, took the golden Shanshan melon from his hand and handed it to Jia Cong.

The little fat man happily hugged such a big pumpkin, and opened his mouth to swallow it...

Why is this golden elixir bitter?
Jia Cong looked at the old man with white beard resentfully, Wei Qinghe was stunned, "Good boy, go home and eat the skin, it's more delicious!"

"Is there such a thing as special?"

Jia Cong held the pumpkin in confusion and nodded.Rubbing the temples of Grand Master She with his head: "Father, go home quickly, my son has obtained the golden pill from Laojun, we two will go home and eat the golden pill, we will ascend for 33 days!"

……

"Where is my big golden pill?"

Jia Cong slept all night with the pumpkin in his arms, and when he got up in the morning, he stared at the pumpkin in bewilderment for a long while without reacting.

Cantaloupe is quite delicious, but how can it compare to Jiuzhuan Golden Pill?
He carefully recalled the experience of last night, barbecue, drinking, begging...

Then I seem to have been there for another 33 days, first I made a big fuss with Li Goudan, and then I met the white-bearded Taishang Laojun...

By the way, Laojun asked him to write some Mid-Autumn Ci, in exchange for a huge Ninety-Turn Golden Pill...

So, what about Laojun?What about Jindan?
Jia Cong sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the melon in his arms in a daze.

I drank the fragments!
The door opened with a creak, and Mr. Xi walked in with his hands behind his back. As soon as he entered the door, he walked to the bed and slapped his good son on the head.

"San'er, let's go, Dad will take you to see the world!"

Jia Cong was unmoved, and stared at the melon in his arms stupidly...

"Father, where did this melon come from?"

The corner of Master She's mouth twitched, my son seemed a little silly last night, do you want to help him recall?
After Mr. Xi helped Jia Cong recall what happened, the little fat man covered himself with a blanket, unwilling to go out to meet people.

"Father, my son deeply feels that he is not knowledgeable enough, and he plans to hang his head on his head and study hard for a while. If you want to visit relatives and friends, you can take Second Brother Bao there!"

Just as the little fat man was fighting over the blanket with Mr. Xi, Baoyu rushed in in a hurry.

"Brother Cong, get up quickly, get up quickly, help me see if I'm copying right? Ah, uncle..."

I saw Baoyu raising the paper in his hand, on which were written the two poems written by Jia Cong last night.

Immediately afterwards, chattering noises came from the small courtyard. Jia She nodded at Baoyu, turned back into a majestic old man, touched Baoyu's head and left the room.

Forget it, the cub is thin-skinned, let's take it out to show off the baby in two days!
In front of civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, Jia Cong wrote a poem drunk in front of the palace gate, which was affirmed and praised by the grand minister.

After a night of deliberation, this news finally became one of the hottest gossip in the capital on the morning of August [-], second only to the rumor that the East Palace will be established.

Daiyu is no longer surprised, she and Jia Cong are childhood sweethearts, and she knows exactly what kind of person the little fat man is.

The little fat man had told her before that he had dreamed of another world, and Daiyu agreed with what the Great Master said about the gift of talent.

"It's a pity, brother Cong can't compose poems when he's sober..."

Baoyu copied the two Mid-Autumn Ci poems carefully again, sighed regretfully, and stared resentfully at Little Pang Hong who was teased by the girls.

Why is it red fat?I was ashamed to be teased by my sisters.

"Third Master, there is an imperial decree in the palace, and the master tells you and Second Master Bao to go to the front yard immediately."

The little maid reported as she wished, and rescued Jia Cong from the clutches of her sisters, and rushed out of the small courtyard with the resentful Baoyu.

Whether the imperial edict is not imperial is not important to Baoyu.

Seeing that he was about to reach the front yard, he still had a resentful expression on his face, like a resentful woman in a boudoir, and said quietly: "Brother Cong, I'll buy you a drink."

Jia Cong shivered, and repeatedly begged for mercy: "Hey, second brother Bao, it's just poetry. I'll copy it for you when I'm free... and make a few. Don't look at me like that, it's scary!"

……

The green smoke on the incense table swirled in the wind, Jia Zheng patted Jia Cong on the shoulder in relief, and left the front yard with Baoyu and other male heirs.

Jia Cong looked at the Minghuang imperial decree in his hand, and he looked suspiciously at the elder She who sent away the servant.

"Father, do we have the Six Commanders of the East Palace in Daxia? What kind of official is the son, the Prince Zuo Wei?"

Master She received the imperial decree from his son and was amazed.

He explained: "Your father and I never served as officials of the Six Commanders of the Eastern Palace. I didn't expect you to be the first. The Six Commanders of the Eastern Palace have not been set up since Taizong's reign. The last prince Zuowei was Taizu. Towards."

"According to the old system, the six guards of the prince's east palace are divided into the prince's left and right guards, the prince's left and right ministers, and the prince's left and right Qing Dao.

"In the Ten Commandments of the East Palace, the prince's left and right supervisors lead the mansion, and the prince's left and right inner mansions do not command the soldiers of the mansion. These are the soldiers directly under the prince's direct control."

"The left and right rate mansions have one left and right guards, who are of the fourth rank; and one of the left and right payers, who are from the fourth rank, and are in charge of the military battles and guards of the Prince's East Palace."

"One person each from the left and right chiefs, who are seven grades, and judge the affairs of Cao and the government. One person records affairs and participates in the military, and is in charge of the seal. Cang Cao participates in the military, Bing Cao participates in the military, Zhou Cao participates in the military, and cavalry Cao participates in the military, each from the eighth rank. Separately handle civil official books, military official books, equipment, public office and other things."

Master Xi finished the old system of the Six Commanders of the Eastern Palace in one breath, and sighed: "Third son, the Eastern Palace has not been established and the Six Commanders will be the first. It seems that the second sage has high expectations for the Fourth Highness! But the Fourth Highness is quite the demeanor of the former prince. , Saint and His Majesty have placed high hopes, last night the Second Saint asked the most important clan disciples to accompany the Fourth Highness to toast, and the restoration of the Sixth Prince of the Eastern Palace is shocking, but it is also expected."

Jia Cong nodded, the scene at Fengtian Hall last night was vivid in his mind, the words of Liu Yuan and the others in Longshou Palace were still in his ears, the important palace in the clan might have received the order of the second sage, and pushed The fourth prince Liu Hong has entered the East Palace.

He was a little apprehensive. Since ancient times, it was a dangerous job to stand in line. Even if the future crown prince had a solid position, what about the crown prince first?Didn't Ningrong Jia's family almost die?
The old dragon king is still in the Dragon Head Palace, and he actually planted the young dragon seedlings?

"What should the son do?"

"Afraid?"

Master She was not as uneasy as Jia Cong, but laughed out loud.

"Do you know what Wei Qinghe said to the saint when he visited the prime minister again in the 49th year of Zhaowu?"

Jia Cong shook his head in doubt, only to hear Elder She say mysteriously in his ear: "Good grandson, Great Xia can prosper for three generations!"

"Otherwise, why do you think the sage put aside Liu Wei, who has been spoiled for more than 20 years, and pushed the stubborn, cold and stubborn fourth to ascend the throne?"

"You must know that the stubborn old Si Gang at that time almost killed the old man's beloved Zhen with a sword because of Zhen's bullying the Empress Dowager Cao..."

Tut tut...

Did not expect such a thing!
Jia Cong clicked his tongue in amazement, Elder She led his good son and walked slowly to Rongxi Hall, and said: "The Fourth Highness is still young, and you are also young. The Second Sage will not give too much power to the East Palace. Therefore, , you have only one task right now, to study and practice martial arts with His Royal Highness..."

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In Huangji Hall, Liu Hong obediently listened to his father's teachings, and the Supreme Emperor sat beside him.

When the emperor said his mouth was dry, the old man nodded and said: "Hong'er, your father's arrangement is very appropriate. There are Jia family, Zhang family and Cao family on Wu Xun's side, and grandpa will pick a few people for you on Wenchen's side. The people in the East Palace are about the same."

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　Rearranged the plot and wrote it slowly, let's stop here first and continue tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)