Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 238

The method of sentence reading has existed since ancient times, but it has rarely been improved since ancient times.To this day, due to various factors such as inheritance and school of thought, the collection of classics and history can't be explained.

After reading the new notes to "The Analects of Confucius" sent by Lin Ruhai, Wei Qinghe had mixed feelings. At the same time, he admired Lin Ruhai's boldness and Jia Cong's wonderful thinking.

Jia Cong was puzzled by Monk Zhang Er: "The method of sentence reading? What is "The Analects of Confucius?"

"You baby..."

Wei Qinghe handed over the "The Analects of Confucius" in his hand, and Jia Cong saw the familiar handwriting when he opened the first page.

"Hey, I said, it turned out to be this."

Jia Cong slapped his head: "Old man, it's actually quite embarrassing to say this. Can I say that it's because I feel dizzy when I read a book without a sentence, so I thought of marking it with punctuation marks?"

He was an honest boy, scratching his head shyly.

Wei Qinghe was also amused, he never thought that the century-old project that would stir up the stagnant pool of culture and education would be because of a child who was dizzy from reading.

"It's convenient for me, but it can create a century-old plan for my culture and education, Jia Cong, this is God chasing after you to give you merit."

Wei Qinghe asked tentatively: "However, this merit is too great. I think you can't bear the pressure brought by this merit. There are too many people involved in this matter, and it's not something you, a child, can withstand. Even your father-in-law Lin Ruhai can't stand it. What do you think?"

Jia Cong waved his hand indifferently: "Oh, I really only asked Sister Lin to add punctuation for me for the convenience of reading. It has nothing to do with me, such as cultural and educational merits, or a century-old plan. Old man, you can do it as you see fit! "

Wei Qinghe couldn't help laughing. He was still a child after all, and he didn't realize that as long as this matter is successful, it will definitely be famous in history.

It's not worth mentioning what is coming out, what is going on, what is the future.

"Forget it, forget it, it's useless to tell you these things. It's better for me to discuss this matter with your father-in-law. Don't worry, your credit is indispensable for this matter. When you roll your name in the Golden Palace, this old man will add another one to you." Pen, in the future, all scholars in the world will call you teacher!"

Make such a big fuss?Jia Cong did not expect that a punctuation mark would have such a big impact.

He was a little uneasy, but he saw Wei Qinghe stretched out his hand: "Speaking of which, this old man is very interested in something."

Jia Congshun stepped forward, and Wei Qinghe took the Analects of Confucius from his hand, opened one page, and pointed to the graceful but also very strong lowercase script on it: "Although this handwriting has the style of Lin Ruhai, it is also graceful. It looks like it was made by a woman..."

Oops, it's embarrassing to praise.

Jia Cong raised his head 45 degrees arrogantly, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Master Lin has good eyesight, this is my sister Lin's word!"

Hahaha……

"Let's just say, the old man once heard Qingteng say that your handwriting is like a dog crawling, how can you write such a character that is already young and strong?"

Karma!
"How can you say that dogs crawl when it comes to scholars? My cursive script, cursive script..."

After being complained about again, Jia Cong covered his face: "I'm busy, I'll let the great minister appreciate it after I finish practicing my calligraphy."

"Scribbled book, right? Hahahaha!"

This kid is really interesting, the old man laughed.Putting the "Analects of Confucius" together in his hand, he chatted with Jia Cong for a while, and finally sent someone to fetch the gift that he had prepared long ago, and then personally delivered it to the door of the valued house.

"Go back and study hard, I can last a few more years, I hope to see the day when your boy's name is called in the Golden Palace!"

At the beginning of the year, Mr. Shoufu couldn't even get out of bed. How many people expected him to pass away like that. They never thought that Mr. Wei's fate would be hard, and Lord Yan added a few more strokes to the book of life and death.

Those who wanted to be the chief assistant were firmly suppressed by the old man, and the cabinet was still as stable as Mount Tai.Wei Qinghe, who is full of peaches and plums, used his huge connections and prestige to gradually gather power for the emperor and pave the way for the New Deal.

This is an admirable old man. Jia Cong held a box of classics and history collections in his arms, and sighed quietly: "A very good old man, why does he like to give away books. How is this different from giving children test papers during the Chinese New Year?"

……

"Sister Lin, this is a gift from the great minister."

Jia Cong really wanted to pass on the Annotations of the Four Books that Wei Qinghe gave him to Daiyu, but Daiyu only took one look and knew that this was a great gift from Mr. Wei to help the little fat man in the imperial examination.

She took those few travel notes, and happily flipped through them.

These days, to a certain extent, books are often more precious than gold and silver.

For example, the few travel notes that Wei Qinghe asked Jia Cong to donate are all treasures collected by his disciples.

Daiyu, a little bookworm, cleans her hands and burns incense, and reads devoutly, completely forgetting that there is Jia Cong in the room.

Jia Cong didn't bother, and picked up a copy of "The Great Learning" that Zaifu personally annotated and read it.

Spring is sleepy and autumn is exhausted, approaching the winter afternoon, when the sun shines in, Jia Cong feels his eyelids getting heavier...

Snoring, snoring...

Why does it feel like someone is slapping him in the face?
In a daze, Jia Cong opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the tiger's buttocks with golden tattoos, and the big, fluffy tail flicked and flicked right across his face.

Daiyu's room was full of people at some point, not to mention Sanchun, Xiangyun and Baochai were here.

Yingchun and Baochai were fighting at Qipanshan, Daiyu was still holding the travel book in her hand, Tanchun was learning needlework from Xiangyun, and Xiaoxichun was dressing up three cats, big and small, with all kinds of silk flowers .

General Weihu lived comfortably in Rongguo Mansion. He could eat whatever he wanted, play whatever he wanted, and the whole family pampered and respected him, but that cheap donkey was a bit annoying.

The jerky is very chewy, and the tail flicks like a windmill.

Jia Cong grabbed a piece of jerky, stuffed it into his mouth and began to chew.

creak creak...

"Hey, third brother, are you awake? Come and play with me."

Xichun's excited voice turned everyone's attention to Jia Cong, and then they all covered their mouths and laughed.

Jia Cong thought that he was drooling because of his poor sleeping position, so he raised his hand to wipe it but found nothing wrong.

Baochai's eyes turned into crescent moons when she smiled: "Your Majesty bestowed Brother Cong as the royal cat, which is quite appropriate. Isn't this just a cat?"

"Why don't all cats, big and small, be close to him, they belong to the same kind after all."

Tanchun put down the needle and thread in his hand, and after a teasing sentence, the whole room burst into laughter.

Jia Cong couldn't understand why he was being laughed, so it was Daiyu who quietly pouted at him and pointed to the mirror.

In the polished and bright bronze mirror, a big painted face with a beard appeared...

"Hey, you little grinder, you must have done it!"

Jia Cong grabs Xiao Xichun by the back of the neck, lifts her up to him, and brushes his pen a few times on his little cheek.

The two brothers and sisters suddenly became a pair of faces, looked at each other in dismay, and then made a fuss.

After Yingchun took the two of them and cleaned them up, it was time for dinner.

In the evening, the capital city in late autumn is already chilling.

The old lady has been in a good mood these past two days. Today, there is news from the palace that the pregnancy in Yuanchun seems to be safe, and the matter of visiting relatives has been completely settled.

So she ordered the kitchen to prepare a banquet, and not only invited Mrs. Xue over, but also became more enthusiastic about Jinse, who hadn't seen much before.

"It's getting colder today, but you can't stay in the house all the time. You have to go out more when it's warm. I'm going to give birth in two months. I've made arrangements for Wen Po and the doctor. Take care of yourself." It’s good to have a baby.”

Jinse has been pregnant for seven months. During the past few months of living in Rongguo Mansion, the old lady's attitude towards her seems to be deserted, but she is also the one who treats her the most.

Mrs. Xing has never given birth herself, so she doesn't know anything about pregnancy.Mrs. Wang was confined to the Buddhist hall for a long time, the old lady was the only one in the house who knew the taboos during pregnancy, and she would send people to the small courtyard every now and then.

Send this today, and send that tomorrow, that is, the imperial physicians who diagnosed the pulse were all invited by the old lady's Mrs. Guo's post from the Imperial Hospital.

All in all, the old lady still attaches great importance to Lin Ruhai's children.

Rongguo Mansion has put in so much effort, if Jinse can really give birth to a son for his son-in-law, then the Lin family will accept this love.

At that time, let the child of the Lin family get closer to the Jia family, at least to ensure that the three generations of the family will support each other.

She can be regarded as seeing the situation in the court clearly. The old man was right when he said that the Jia family cannot walk on only one leg.With the Lin family as a supplement, the Jia family can go further.

Thinking of the great benefits her plan will bring to Jia's family, the old lady looked at Jinse more softly.

Jinse was flattered by the exhortations like broken thoughts.But she is also an extremely smart woman, and she has remembered all the help Rongxitang has given her in the past few months.

"If there is no old lady, I don't know how much I will suffer. When this child is born, I will let him honor you well..."

"That's a good relationship. I like children all my life."

The old lady patted Jinse's hand lightly and said with a smile: "You don't know, these little girls come to my place every day to make a fuss, and I feel much younger."

"I can't do that. Pan'er rested for a bath the day before yesterday, and the loud noise gave me a headache. If I didn't take a rest for a day, I would want to drive him out of the city to let me have a good rest."

Mrs. Xue's words amused the old lady, and she only heard the old lady jokingly say: "I don't believe this, Brother Pan went to the East Palace to check in before, and he can only go home for ten days. Wipe your tears."

"Oh, how can you poke my sore spot?"

"I think Brother Pan has made a great fortune now. Although the fourth prince has not officially entered the East Palace, it is a sure thing. In the future, Brother Pan will follow the crown prince, and your luck is yet to come."

The old lady was a little envious of Mrs. Xue. She didn't expect that this dumb bully would have such a great fortune. Because of his naive and straightforward temper, he caught the eyes of the emperor and the fourth prince.

The matter of fate is really unclear.

From her experience, this simple and straightforward person is far more stable and long-term than a smart person.As long as Xue Pan follows the fourth prince, at least he can be a third-rank general in the future.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his gaze to his granddaughters.

Yingchun seems to have a gentle temper, but in fact she is the most violent among the girls.

This girl has Brother Cong, the younger brother of the future prince, and her fortune in the future will not be lower than that of Yuan Chun.

Tanchun's temper...

Forget it, if the two really make up a pair, she is worried that they will fight each other with knives.

Xiangyun...

Alas, what a crime, I don't know when Baoyu will be able to open his mind!
The remaining one, Xichun, is still a legitimate daughter of the government's mansion, with a noble status, only Daiyu in the whole family can compare with her. I think Jing'er will find a good marriage for her in the future.

The old lady regretted for a while, but the smile on her face did not decrease by half.

Mrs. Xue was talking to Jinse about parenting, and the old lady adjusted her mentality and participated in it.

The atmosphere in Rongxi Hall became more and more brisk, Jia Cong could feel the comfort inside through the screen.

……

The imperial decree to prepare for the war was issued all over the world, and the situation in the south became more and more tense day by day.

The cabinet issued orders one after another in an orderly manner, and all the martial artists in Beijing and China were anxiously watching the news from the south.

Jia Amnesty recruited good families from Gyeonggi as usual to supplement the newly formed Huben Camp.Jia Cong looked at the thick pile of posts on the table and couldn't help sighing: "If you go to the banquet without leaving one letter, I'm afraid it will make people drink." Vomited!"

"These people invited the eldest uncle, probably because they wanted to send their nephews to the Huben Camp."

Daiyu put down the pen in her hand, her eyebrows frowned slightly: "Look at this, General Liu Zhan of Fengguo, even the family members feel the crisis, which shows that everyone has no hope for the upcoming South Vietnam War. They are anxious to send Nephews and nephews stuffed into the Huben camp, this is a sense of danger."

Jia Cong went over to take a look, he was indeed a distant relative of the old Liu family, but also a member of the clan.

"Then how does Sister Lin plan to return?"

"The eldest uncle said that this time he recruited new troops, he only selected a few descendants from the Cao family of the Cheng'en government, the Zhang family of the British government, the Niu family of the Zhenguo government, and the Yang family of the imperial concubine. Even our family, Mr. Uncle doesn’t even intend to choose. Then I naturally have to decline, just a word, Huben Camp only obeys the emperor’s orders, if the emperor agrees, he agrees here. If the emperor doesn’t make an order, it’s useless for anyone to come.”

Daiyu's answer made Jia Cong laugh out loud, the old man's Taijiquan move, I'm afraid it will give His Majesty a headache for a while.

But the Huben camp is too special, this is the "Habayashi Lang" trained by the emperor for himself, and the elder pardon is so kind, he didn't even recruit a nephew from Ningrong Jia's family, let alone other people.

Like Yubayashi, Huben will only respect the order of one person.Anyone who dares to reach out will be prepared to have their hands chopped off or even their heads chopped off.

Daiyu continued her posting business, and Jia Cong stepped aside to help. It took the two of them a whole morning to finish processing the thick pile of greeting posts.

In the afternoon, Jia Cong and Baoyu, under the protection of a team of guards, went from door to door to send replies.

Among the six families in a row, Baoyu has already started to complain to Jia Cong: "Brother Cong, my face is frozen from laughing, how many more are there?"

Jia Cong rubbed his stiff face, and slumped on the carriage: "No, my face is also stiff."

"How about, let's go back and talk about it tomorrow. I found several treasures yesterday, and I'll take you to see them..."

Clang!

"Shut up!"

The carriage seemed to hit something, and it shook violently.

Jia Cong supported Baoyu who was about to fall, and raised the curtain: "What's going on?"

"Little Third Master, you're under pressure!"

The wooden wheel really crushed the man, and the man vomited blood, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Baoyu wanted to squeeze out to see it, but Jia Cong stuffed it back into the carriage: "Second Brother Bao, don't come out, I'll go down and have a look."

"It rushed out from the teahouse next to it, and there is no way to avoid it..."

The coachman explained briefly, and Jia Cong knelt down to check the man's injuries.

This man was terribly thin, his eyes were slack, he searched his neck, his pulse was weak, and his breath was even fainter.

"Go to the doctor, Uncle Eleven, go to the teahouse and ask, if anyone knows this person."

In the bustling place of Zhengyang Street, there is a medical clinic nearby.

The doctor sitting in the hall came soon, but at this time the people on the ground were no longer breathing.

The old man only checked the pulse, then shook his head and said: "The life is dead, the little old man is helpless. But..."

Jia Cong saw that the old man seemed to have concerns, so he cupped his hands and begged: "I also ask the old man to speak frankly."

The old man glanced cautiously at the teahouse, and said in a low voice, "Since it was Mr. Yumao who asked about it, the little old man just said it straight. This person didn't die because of a collision, but because the evil poison had entered his body for a long time. .My lord, please look at this person's face..."

Jia Cong looked along the old man's fingers, and suddenly his hairs stood on end.

The man on the ground had a weird smile on his mouth, his eyes were slightly open, and his pale complexion was very scary.

"Evil poison enters the body? What kind of poison will make people die so strangely?"

Hearing the words, the old man whispered in Jia Cong's ear: "This poison is not that poison, my lord, don't forget what the people in the capital are most passionate about these days."

"Hibiscus cream!"

Jia Congdang even turned his gaze to the teahouse in front of him, which was elegantly decorated and extremely elegant.

There is a plaque hanging under the eaves, with three large characters written on it: Wenrenju.

The name seems to be ordinary, but the grade of the teahouse has been directly rushed to the highest level.

The literati live in the middle of the literati, and if they don't wear Confucian robes, it may be difficult to enter this door.

Jia Shixi came out of the building in a hurry, and whispered in Jia Cong's ear, "This man is a supervisor of the Imperial Academy, named Wei Shicheng, the grand nephew of the great minister."

hiss!
Jia Cong looked down, the identity of this person is really unusual.

He instructed: "Uncle Eleven will go to the imperial city in person and report this matter to the Grand Master."

Jia Shixi shook his head, "Little Third Master, there is something more troublesome. The owner of this literary residence is a member of the Confucius family in Qufu."

Just as he was talking, several young officials in Confucian robes walked out of the door of the teahouse, one of them pointed at Jia Cong and cursed as soon as he came out: "Well, you Jia Cong, you actually killed Brother Wei... "

Monthly ticket recommendation ticket

　More here today, continue tomorrow.

　　The little fat man is about to start his career as a liberal arts student, and the future third master Cong who is both civil and military can start from here, and he can go anywhere!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)