Jia Yujing of Red Mansion

Chapter 23 Celebrating Summer Vacation
Just when Jia Qiong and Wang Yuyan happily went to Qingyun Temple to escape the summer heat.

A letter of divination sent from Yangzhou plunged the Rongguo mansion into melancholy.

After all, Lin Daiyu still did not escape the fate of losing her mother when she was young. Jia Min died of illness in Yangzhou in mid-June.

Jia's mother was very sad after hearing this letter. Coupled with the hot weather and poor diet, she finally fell ill.

Jia Mu, the Duke's wife, was the backbone of both Ning and Rong mansions. Her illness caused everyone in the two mansions to panic, and they hurriedly sought out the imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment.

The panic in Jia's family was suppressed, but Jia Qiong, Xu Shan, and Wang Yi each rode a tall horse and escorted several carriages to Qingyun Temple.

When they arrived at a place with few pedestrians, Jia Qiong and Wang Yi competed in equestrian skills. Their horses galloped very happily.

Shen Biyun and Mrs. Wang rode in the same carriage. Although they met for the first time, they talked happily and talked about children.

In a car behind, Wang Yuyan held Xu Weirui, who was curious and always wanted to lean out of the window.

Afraid that she would accidentally fall out of the car, she was so nervous that she was sweating all over.

She thought about what Xu Weirui said when she first met her, and a shy smile appeared on her face.

"Are you sister Wang Yuyan? You are so beautiful.

As expected, she is a stunning beauty as her second brother said.

When I grow up, I want to be as beautiful as you. "

Wang Yuyan couldn't help but think in embarrassment, "Jia Qiong knows some stunning beauties at a young age. She is really a brat, and she seems to be a playboy."

Jia Qiong, who was riding a horse outside, didn't know yet that the flirtatious nature in his heart had been unintentionally exposed by his cousin, and Wang Yuyan was continuing to talk to her cousin.

"Weirui, what do you like to do at home?"

"He likes to write and read."

"do you have anything else?"

"Well...he also likes to stand in the yard without any clothes on."

"?!"

Jia Qiong and others walked forward and slowly arrived at the outskirts of a beautiful mountain range.

Qingyun Temple is located next to a lake surrounded by mountains. There is only one path to enter. It is a paradise resort.

There is a very prosperous town outside the mountain. The people who live here are all people who rent the land of Qingyun Temple. It can be seen that they live a very prosperous life.

Qingyun Temple is surrounded by three mountains, with flowing water, amazing peaks, sweet springs and waterfalls. It is a place with excellent scenery.

What's more valuable is that although the scenery here is superb, there are not many tourists and it is very quiet.

Unlike many scenic spots, although the scenery is beautiful, there are noisy people everywhere, which will undoubtedly lose a lot of points.

As soon as we entered the mountains, we obviously felt that the temperature had dropped a lot and the air had become refreshing.

Qingyun Temple is not large in area, with only three main halls and several small courtyards.

The two families were arranged by Xuan Zhenzi in a separate courtyard by the lake, which was also the place with the best scenery.

The crape myrtle flowers in the courtyard are in full bloom, and the clear water of a lake outside the courtyard is sparkling.

There are several lotus flowers dotted here and there, and the scenery is picturesque.

The next day happens to be the seventh day of July, the Qiao Qiao Festival.

Coincidentally, this day is also Jia Qiong's birthday.

This is a day where girls can go out and have fun without being scolded by their parents.

Early in the morning, Jia Qiong and the others took Wang Yuyan and Xu Weirui to visit the market town outside the mountain.

I bought many things needed for begging, as well as sweet fruits and river lanterns.

At night, under the bright moonlight.

Wang Yuyan took Xu Weirui and several little maids to worship the Seven Fairies, ate Qiaoguo, and then placed many river lanterns in the lake.

The laughter echoed in the mountains and lingered for a long time.

Everyone then celebrated Jia Qiong's birthday. Shen Biyun cooked him a bowl of longevity noodles, and Wang Yuyan wrote him a birthday poem.

For more than half a month after that, Jia Qiong would read and practice calligraphy with Wang Yi every day, or practice bow and arrow with Xu Shan, or learn painting from an old Taoist, or talk with Wang Yuyan.

The days were very pleasant, and I felt quite happy and unwilling to miss Shu.

However, a guest house is a guest house after all, and you can't really stay away forever.

At the beginning of August, the weather gradually turned colder, and it was time for private schools to start school, so everyone returned to Chang'an together. "Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been on sale since May, and by August it had released its seventh volume, which is nearly halfway through.

Nowadays, this book is popular all over the country. From high-ranking officials to peddlers, everyone can tell you about the two Nine-yin White Bone Claws and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms and other martial arts moves.

Because this book was so popular, pirated copies appeared within a month.

However, those who sold pirated copies found that the number of books sold was far less than expected, and gradually no one started to pirate copies anymore.

There are also many martial arts novels on the market that follow the trend, but unfortunately they are far behind when compared with The Condor.

As a result, Jia Qiong's fame grew, and as his new poem "Early Summer" was spread, his label slowly began to change from a child prodigy to a talented man.

Since June, he began to receive invitations from various cultural and poetry gatherings, and some even wanted to visit him directly.

Jia Qiong declined all these requests one by one, and even replied to posts explaining that she was still young and had little talent, so she had to focus on her studies.

When I came back from Qingyun Temple, I had accumulated several invitations to cultural gatherings at home.

Jia Qiong looked around casually and saw that a long time had passed, so he didn't pay much attention.

But he didn't expect that just because of this small oversight, he would offend someone unintentionally.

There is a large house by the Qujiang Pond in the south of Chang'an City, called Suiyuan, and the scenery in the garden is excellent.

Most people in Chang'an Shilin knew that this was the villa of Emperor Longqing's third prince and Prince Jia, Xiang Cheng. Unfortunately, Jia Qiong didn't know that.

Prince Jia was fond of poetry and was keen on making friends with young talents and literati.

Therefore, he often held poetry gatherings in Suiyuan, and many famous talents in the capital were his guests.

Among the invitations Jia Qiong received, one was from Prince Jia.

It just so happens that this prince also likes to be arty. His posts are very simple and elegant, and his identity is not indicated on them.

The post only read: On July [-]th, at the Queqiao Poetry Festival, Mr. Jia was invited to gather in the garden, and the signature was the owner of the garden.

This invitation was an impromptu idea of ​​King Jia, and was only sent to him on the Chinese Valentine's Day.

Jia Qiong had already gone to Qingyun Temple at that time, and it was Tian Li who took the post.

He had received many similar posts recently and knew that this was not an urgent matter.

So I just told the person who sent the post that the owner went to escape the summer outside the city and was not at home.

When Jia Qiong came back, he saw the endless post and didn't take it seriously.

Seeing that so much time has passed, I didn’t think of replying again.

But I didn't expect that this Prince Jia was not very ambitious. He had already announced that he would invite Jia Shentong, whom no one could invite, to attend the poetry meeting.

Unexpectedly, Jia Qiong had gone out the day before, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

But those who don’t know are not surprised, Prince Jia was not angry at that time.

He felt that when Jia Qiong came back and saw the invitation, he would definitely come to apologize as soon as possible.

So he kept people watching the Jia family, and the servants reported it to him as soon as Jia Qiong returned home.

He waited and waited, but when Jia Qiong came back, he showed no sign at all.

Not to mention knocking on the door, he didn't even get a reply, which made him very annoyed.

The group of partisan purgers surrounding Prince Jia noticed his displeasure and began to fan the flames.

He said that Jia Qiong did not understand etiquette, and was arrogant and arrogant.

Then the angry Prince Jia expressed his dissatisfaction with Jia Qiong at the banquet.

Prompted by caring people, rumors began to spread in Chang'an city that Jia Qiong was just a man in name only, but in fact he was a man with no talent and no virtue, who was just trying to gain fame.

Literati have looked down upon each other since ancient times. Originally, Jia Qiong was jealous of some people when she became famous at a young age.

This time, these people seized the opportunity and joined the anti-Jia army one after another. Rumors spread all over Chang'an City.

Only three days later, some people have already begun to say that the poems written by Jia Qiong and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" are the work of others.

He did not dare to participate in any poetry gatherings because he was afraid of being asked to compose poems in public, which would expose the rumors that he was a child prodigy.

(The setting of this book is that Lin Daiyu entered the Rongguo Mansion after three years of mourning after Jia Min died of illness. At that time, she was 10 years old and Jia Baoyu was 11 years old. I think this is more reasonable. Children aged six or seven have such complicated emotional dramas. It really doesn’t make sense.)
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