My Red Mansion Career

Chapter 14 Regret
Study room outside the west corner of Rongguo Mansion

Jia Zheng was chatting with several Qing guests in the mansion.

Although Jia Zheng loved reading, he was upright and pedantic due to his limited talent.

He wanted to be a good official, but he was not familiar with the world. He only knew how to bow and bow and sit there all day long, like a clay sculpture. Therefore, for many years he only worked as the head of the Ministry of Industry.

With no hope of an official career, he could only chat with a few Qingke raised in the mansion on weekdays to express his ambition.

The Qingke named Zhan Guang sitting on the left smiled and said: "Mr. Zheng, I heard that you just called Butler Lai to invite the clansman named Jia Yu who came to Shenjing from Jinling?"

"Exactly."

Jia Zheng gently stroked his beard and sighed: "I asked Lian'er to inquire about this a few days ago, and then I learned that this person is a distant relative.

But speaking of it, he can be considered a member of the jade generation, just the same generation as Baoyu.

This child was also a miserable man. His parents died just after he was admitted as a scholar. In addition, he was ostracized by his tribe, which made him feel sad and angry.

So he sold the real estate in Jinling and moved to Shenjing. Unexpectedly, he encountered disaster.

As a member of the Jia family, I couldn't sit idly by and ignore him, so I asked General Lai to bring him in for a visit. "

"Political workers are righteous!"

Bu Guxiu, a Qing guest on the side, praised: "I think that Jia Yu is an orphan who has no relatives in Shenjing.

The political workers have given him a helping hand this time. If this person is successful in being elected as a candidate or a Jinshi in the future, and can finally serve the imperial court, it will be a good story in the future! "

Anyone who can be a Qing guest is good at understanding people's hearts, let alone Bu Guxiu and others who already have a thorough understanding of the housekeeper's temper.

Due to his own qualifications and limited knowledge, Jia Zheng was extremely attracted to the cultural management group, so he always had a natural yearning for any scholar.

Ever since he heard that Jia Zheng could become a scholar at a young age, he had an inexplicable fondness for him.

This is the reason why he asked Lai Da to wait outside Shuntian Mansion and wait for Jia Yu to come out and bring him to see him.

The Qingke, who had long thought about the personality and hobbies of the housekeeper, naturally wanted to take special photos. The photos made Jia Zheng feel comfortable and his smile never stopped.

While several people were chatting and laughing, a servant came to report, "Second Master, Chief Lai has brought this person."

"Oh... let him in quickly." Jia Zheng said impatiently.

Soon, Jia Yu was taken to Jia Zheng's study by Lai Da.

After Jia Yu entered the study, out of her previous professional habits, she first looked around with the corner of her eye and found that the furnishings in the study were simple and solemn, full of the fragrance of books and ink.

In the center of the study room is a large desk, which is piled with various books and the four treasures of the study.There are pen holders, ink cartridges and thick manuscript paper neatly placed on the desktop.
In the middle of the study room sits a square-faced middle-aged man wearing a green gauze turban with two white jade rings and beaded temples on the back of his head, looking at himself with a scrutinizing gaze.

Sitting next to him were several men who were probably accompanying guests.

Without thinking, Jia Yu stepped forward and bowed slightly to Jia Zheng: "Jinling Jia Yu has met Mr. Jia."

While Jia Yu was sizing up Jia Zheng, Jia Zheng was also sizing him up.

Jia Yu in front of her was wearing a somewhat dirty blue gown. Apparently, this was because she had just left the prison and had not had time to change her clothes.

But he was tall and tall, with deep and handsome features, especially his resolute and cold aura that made him feel inexplicably familiar.

While he was thinking, he saw Jia Yu saluting him. He quickly stood up with a smile and raised his right hand.

"You don't have to be polite, please sit down!"

"Thank you sir."

After Jia Yu sat down, Jia Zhengcai said: "The [-]th house in Jinling and the [-]th house in Shenjing are one family.

It's just that the two ancestors followed Taizu and raised an army to establish the world, and then settled in Shenjing, and they were separated.

And speaking of it, you should be of the same generation as Lian'er and Baoyu, so I asked you to call me my nephew. Are you willing? "Jia Yu is naturally incompetent. You can call Jia Zheng whatever you like.

After seeing Jia Yu agree, Jia Zheng's expression became even more relaxed.

He opened his mouth and said, "My dear nephew, I heard that you obtained the title of scholar two years ago. I guess you must have worked hard.

I took the liberty of sending someone to invite you today. First of all, I wanted to meet you and see what a person who can kill green-skinned gangsters with a sword looks like.

Secondly, I want to ask if you have any plans to take the provincial examination next year?

If you are willing, I can arrange a pure place for you so that you can study in peace without being disturbed by worldly things.

Are you willing to make this arrangement? "

Several Qing guests nearby looked at each other, and Shan Renren advised him: "Master Jia, political workers usually value teaching and educating people the most.

Since you have obtained the title of scholar, you should naturally continue to work hard and make some achievements in the imperial examination. "

Looking at Jia Zheng's expectant eyes, Jia Yu only had a wry smile in her heart.

At his current level, let alone taking the exam, I'm afraid he could just pull out a kid on the street and beat him up.

He sighed softly and bowed slightly towards Jia Zheng, "Thank you for your kindness, sir. It's just that Jia Yu has been revoked as a scholar by Master Yuan Yingde. He sent a letter to Jinling.

Jia Yu can only accept the cultivation of adults. "

"what?"

Jia Zheng and the Qing guests next to him were shocked.

Being dismissed from one's academic career is the most severe punishment, which means that for the punished, ten years of hard work will be in vain.

The class that had finally risen with great difficulty was instantly knocked back to its original state. This kind of punishment was not unsevere.

The reason why Jia Zheng looked at Jia Yu differently was because he saw the shadow of his late eldest son Jia Zhu in Jia Yu.

Thinking that he was a rare talent who had achieved the title of scholar at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he was recruited to try to do him favors.

He never thought that it would be over before it even started, which made him feel frustrated.

In his previous life, Jia Yu not only served as a soldier for five or six years, but also worked in society for several years after his retirement. Naturally, he has a much deeper understanding of people's hearts than ordinary people.

He was not surprised to see the deep disappointment in Jia Zheng's eyes, and he stood up: "Master Jia, don't be sad about this.

Jia Yu killed people in public, and it was natural for Lord Yuan, the prefect, to take away my honor for this.Fortunately, Jia Yu had both hands and feet, and the imperial examination was not the only way to achieve success.

I have always believed that those who have perseverance will have lasting achievements. As long as they work hard and move forward, they will surely achieve something.

It was already getting late, so the juniors left first. "

After saying that, he bowed slightly to Jia Zheng again, turned around and strode out of Jia Zheng's study.

Looking at Jia Yu's leaving figure, Jia Zheng wanted to speak several times, but stopped, and finally let out a long sigh.

"The government doesn't need to worry about it."

Bu Shiren comforted him: "You called him here earlier because you thought this person was a rare scholar, but now he has been deprived of his fame.

There is no hope in this life, and this is what his fate is, so why should you feel sorry? "

"Ugh……"

Jia Zheng didn't speak, just let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)