Chapter 344: A Dream of Red Mansions in Prince Qi's Mansion
Chapter 344 Dream of Red Mansions in Prince Qi’s Mansion
Wang Lin has firm and clear plans and goals for the future.
If it were a prosperous time, he would choose to be a wealthy and idle man.
When you have enough to eat and drink, you can play with small inventions to entertain your body and mind, and your beautiful wife and concubine will live a happy life.
But what he traveled through happened to be an era of approaching troubles, where the building was about to collapse and the storm was about to rise again.
If you are not careful, you will be in danger.
Therefore, his goal changed from trying to protect himself at the beginning, to protecting the people around him in the future, and then gradually expanded to include feelings for his family and country. He felt that this was a very normal psychological process.
Moreover, because of his time travel and existence, an irreversible butterfly effect has obviously occurred in this era.
For example, the advancement of the time when the Jin Dynasty destroyed the Liao Dynasty, the breakdown of the maritime alliance between the Song and Jin Dynasties, and the sudden appearance of the Xixia Dynasty to add insult to injury... all belong to this category.
If he didn't step forward or make a decisive decision, once the Central Plains turned into scorched earth after the war, he and his women would lose their standing.
Once upon a time, he had thought of simply sailing overseas and starting a new country, calling himself a loner.
However, thinking about it, he can say that he is a true loner after all; but his women are all rooted in the Central Plains and have their own different concerns. It is unrealistic to abandon them all.
There are also Yan Qing and others who have followed him in pursuit of fame and career. He also has to give an explanation.
Therefore, he can only move forward now and cannot retreat.
In the words of scholars, that is: Even if there are thousands of people, I will still go.
At this point, he probably finally understood a sentence from his previous life: There is no such thing as sunny weather in this world, everything is because someone is carrying the burden for you.
It's just that now he has become the person who silently carries the burden and moves forward.
Knowing that he was about to lead his army on an expedition again, and feared that it would be at least several months, all the girls felt a little sad.
In the flower hall of Han Yan's courtyard, all the girls gathered, and today it was a family banquet.
The atmosphere in the hall was really dull.
Han Yan then smiled and took the lead in raising the glass and said: "Sisters, my husband is about to go on an expedition. Let's hold a banquet to see him off today. Come, let's toast our husband together and wish him success in his expedition and new achievements."
The girls were speechless and raised their glasses to invite him to drink.
Wang Lin smiled, drank it all in one gulp, and then said lightly: "You don't have to worry, if my trip is successful, maybe I will get a year or two of peace, and I will not leave Qingzhou easily again.
Good luck with you and your children."
Wang Lin said it was the best case scenario.
If his expedition this time could severely damage Xixia, it would undoubtedly be the best advertisement for promoting the military force and national power of the Song Dynasty.
The Jin people will definitely be more wary and strive for a rare period of peace for the Song Dynasty.
What Wang Lin needs most now is time.
He personally has a supporting system and has a smooth journey, but the growth of the Qingzhou Army will not happen overnight.
A touch of sadness appeared on Pan Jinlian's pretty face.
She is also pregnant. Looking at the current situation, Wang Lin will still not be able to stay with her in person when her child is born in the future.
Her voice was choked with sobs: "Lin Lang, I wish you a safe journey."
But what she drank was not wine, but the freshly squeezed juice newly produced in the palace.
It was also a gadget invented by Wang Lin.
He does not have the energy or time to invent all kinds of things to benefit the world, but it is still easy to improve the quality of life of the women around him.
Zhao Fujin sighed quietly: "Ms. sir, you must consider our sisters and don't come to the battle in person!"
"If something happens to you...how will we survive?"
Zhao Fujin's eyes became sour and he shed tears.
When she cried like this, the other girls also felt uncomfortable.
Some people, such as Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen, who could not suppress their emotions about separation, had embraced each other and cried in tears.
On the other hand, Wanyan Shili, who was full of belly, acted very calmly. She said in a deep voice: "My husband is about to go to war. According to the customs of my Jin people, family members are not allowed to cry, otherwise it will be detrimental to the army."
When the girls heard this, they immediately calmed down and stopped crying.
Wanyan Shili said: "If I hadn't been pregnant, I would have put on armor and accompanied my husband to the battle! Sister Sanniang, you will also go with the army, so you have to take good care of your husband!"
Hu Sanniang put her hand on her sword: "Don't worry, sisters, Sanniang will keep an eye on your husband for everyone and prevent him from coming to the battle in person. There will never be any danger."
Hua Rui sighed slightly. At this moment, she felt that it was not the right time for her to be pregnant. Otherwise, she could follow her husband and conquer Xixia.
But the world is big and the earth is big, and the heir is the biggest, so she would never dare to go on an expedition with her body.
Zhang Zhenniang sat there quietly and silently, her eyes gentle.
Li Shishi suddenly said: "My lord, my dynasty has been at peace with Xixia for many years. This time Xixia suddenly provokes a war. I'm afraid it's because of the Khitan's destruction of the country."
"Back when I was in Tokyo, I had a relationship with the daughter of a big Xixia businessman named Li Lan. The Li family is quite powerful in Xixia. If my husband goes to Xixia, you can use this jade trick to find Li Lan for help."
Master Li handed over a sapphire jue.
Wang Lin took it and put it directly into his arms without saying a word.
As if to adjust the atmosphere, Master Li said to Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen: "Two sisters, you are our two most talented women in the Song Dynasty. Now that my husband is about to leave, I might as well write poems and express my feelings to you and my sisters."
All the girls looked at Li Qingzhao.
Zhu Shuzhen wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said softly: "Sister Qingzhao should do it."
Li Qingzhao did not refuse, she stood up and stood in the hall, Ruoshui's eyes fell on Wang Lin, her heart was filled with tenderness and endless sadness, and she slowly chanted:
"Die Lian Hua - send my husband off to the west."
"My clothes are wet with tears and full of powder. I sing the song thousands of times on the four folds of Yangguan. The mountains of humanity are long and the water is cut off. I hear the gentle rain in the lonely hall."
I'm sad to say goodbye, but I'm so confused. I forgot about my departure. The cup of wine is deep and shallow. I can pass the message to the wild geese. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai."
After Li Qingzhao finished chanting, all the girls clapped their hands and praised him.
Wang Lin thought for a while, this was originally the famous "Die Lian Hua" that Li Qingzhao gave to his sisters before leaving, but now it appears here, it can be regarded as the butterfly effect.
It's just that the original meaning of "Donglai" in her poem refers to Laizhou, and "Penglai" refers to Dengzhou. Now "Donglai" alludes to Qingzhou, and "Penglai" corresponds to the fairy island on the sea, which is a metaphor for a more distant place.
Mostly because I hope Wang Lin will write home often.
Wang Lin suddenly thought of those overly sad poems and quatrains written by Li Qingzhao in the second half of her life. Will they disappear because of the change in her fate?
Probably yes.
After all, poetry expresses aspirations and is inseparable from personal circumstances.
But on the other hand, Li Qingzhao will certainly create more joyful masterpieces as a result, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
The same is true for Zhu Shuzhen.
The girls commented on Li Qingzhao's Dielianhua, and the atmosphere in the hall became obviously less gloomy and gloomy.
Zhu Lian suddenly said quietly: "Your Majesty, Sister Qingzhao has given me the lyrics, do you have any good music to sing?"
This shout of "Your Majesty" made Wang Lin's heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange. He looked over at him, and Zhu Lian blushed quietly because she sensed some aggression in Wang Lin's eyes.
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Master Li also smiled and clapped his hands and said, "Yes, sir, you have to sing a harmonious song. You and sister Qingzhao are both known as Wang Li, with dragons and phoenixes in the lyrics, how can you not sing a harmonious song?"
All the girls looked at Wang Lin expectantly, especially Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen.
Wang Lin chuckled.
He copied too many poems, and sometimes even he himself became a little forgetful, as if he had really become a literary giant comparable to Su Shi.
But at this moment, how could he give in, let alone ruin his woman's interest?
I had no choice but to apologize to Xin Jiaxuan again in my heart and chanted:
"Magnolia slow——"
"Hanzhong opened the Han Dynasty. I wonder if this place is wrong? I want to point my sword at the Three Qin Dynasties. The king is proud and returns east after the first battle. The pursuit of death is gone now; but the mountains and rivers are full of tears and their clothes are stained. The setting sun has not broken the dust, and the west wind is blocking the horses.
Empty fertilizer.
The first editor of the book is the emperor's teacher, and he is going to conquer the west. He leaves the banquet hastily and hurries on his way, full of worries about the banner. You think of me, looking back, the autumn shadow of the river is the first flight of the wild geese. The four corners of the wheel are too tight to reduce the waistline. "
Naturally, Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen were eager to comment on the profound meaning of Wang Lin's poem. Wang Lin sat aside and smiled without saying a word, but felt a little ashamed in his heart.
But Qiji has not yet been born, so great talents must not be afraid of deep alleys, and the famous Xin Jiaxuan will surely brew more literate poems, right?
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Wang Lin wrote "Xiaoxiang Pavilion" in three large thin gold characters on the desk, and then smiled at Han Yan and said: "Yan'er, I think it is better to call this place Xiaoxiang Pavilion instead of Guan."
Han Yan smiled happily: "Thank you very much, Mr. Sir, for the name. I like it very much."
Of course the girls were a little jealous when they saw this, and immediately came forward to ask for his name.
Of course Wang Lin didn't refuse and just named him.
Zhao Fujin - "Hengwuyuan";
Pan Jinlian - "Yihongyuan";
Wanyan Shili - "Wangxiang Tower";
Murong Wan'er - "Autumn Shuangzhai";
Stamen - "Polygonium Fengxuan";
Zhang Zhenniang - "Nuanxiangwu";
Li Shishi - "Purple Lingzhou";
Hu Sanniang - "Zhujin Tower";
Meng Yulou - "Lotus Champs";
Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen - "Daoxiang Village".
Seeing the girls happily and enthusiastically discussing these hospital names, Wang Lin had a strange smile on his lips.
On a whim, he used the names of all the buildings in the Dream of Red Mansions Grand View Garden for his Prince Qi's Mansion. Looking at this gesture, it was obvious that all the girls were very happy.
In fact, he didn't feel that the beauties around him, the most beautiful women, were any worse than the girls in the Red Mansion. It was just that he didn't have Cao Gong's talent and elegance, so he couldn't write a "Qingzhou" novel for Han Yan and the others.
"Dream" comes.
This time, it's just a different kind of chant.
Suddenly seeing Wei Ying cast a resentful glance at him, Wang Lin secretly smiled in his heart, your status is different now, I can't openly admit you into the house...
But he still walked quietly, leaned next to Wei Ying and whispered: "I have already thought about it. From now on, it will be called Haitang Pavilion."
"You are like a blooming begonia..."
Wei Ying was overjoyed, and immediately remembered what Wang Lin said teasingly about her during the past, but she lowered her head in shame, quickly looked around, and saw that the other girls hadn't noticed, so she coughed twice and sat up.
Wang Lin stood up and walked into the hall, but he felt a pair of resentful eyes staring at his back. He quietly turned around and saw that it was indeed Zhu Lian.
Wang Lin really couldn't stand the entanglement in her eyes, so he quickly went to sit next to her and said: "Young man Ting Yuge is upstairs. The tent is dimly lit by red candles. Let's call it Ting Yuxuan... Do you like it?
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Zhu Lian's face was flushed and she was overjoyed, but she lowered her head and said nothing.
Wang Lin took advantage of the girls not paying attention and secretly touched her back and buttocks, causing Zhu Lian to almost pierce his heart and lungs with another "Your Majesty".
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We leave for battle tomorrow, but tonight is actually the night of farewell.
Naturally, none of the girls can compete with Han Yan as the main wife.
It was just a banquet, Wang Lin was just about to stay in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, but Han Yan pushed him out with a smile.
What Han Yan meant was that the palace had admitted the Guo family, and Wang Lin had never spent the night there. Such neglect might cause a rift between Guo Zhishun and the Guo family.
Zhao Fujin specifically mentioned this matter just now.
Wang Lin sighed. He really felt that he couldn't do anything to a woman he had only met twice.
The political significance of Guo Zhishun's dedication as a daughter is greater than anything else. If he does not give this dignity to Guo Yuan, he is afraid that it will turn into an enemy in the future.
"Go ahead, my husband, you will be gone for at least half a year. If...I am afraid that she will think too much."
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Next door to Zhao Fujin Hengwuyuan.
It has been several days since Guo Yuan entered the house, but she has not seen Wang Lin. It would be a lie to say that she does not have any complaints in her heart.
However, she knew that she was just a political "gift" for her father and the country to surrender, and she was a widow remarrying, so she was mentally prepared to be ignored by Wang Lin for a long time.
She was lying on the bed thinking about her own thoughts. She also knew that Wang Lin was going to war soon. There was a dinner in the inner house. She wanted to say goodbye but felt embarrassed.
Wang Lin slowly walked into her courtyard, and the sound of two maids kneeling on the ground immediately alerted Guo Yuan in the room.
Overwhelmed with surprise, she hurriedly wiped away the tears from her eyes, straightened her dress, and carefully waited at the door.
Wang Lin pushed open the door and entered.
Seeing that Guo Yuan was at a loss and quite nervous, he stopped being pretentious and directly took her hand, and they sat down on the couch.
The red candles were lit in the room, and the red tent was warm. Wang Lin carefully looked at the beauty in front of him. She had beautiful eyebrows and delicate facial features. Her face was also in line with Eastern aesthetics, including a melon-seed face, a slender waist, and thin shoulders.
He said lightly: "I understand your father's intention. I have been busy with military affairs these past two days, and I didn't mean to neglect you."
Guo Yuan lowered her head slightly, her face slightly red: "I know."
"This year you..."
"I am seventeen years old this year."
"I will go to Xixia tomorrow. If you have any needs, you can ask Maode directly."
"I understand."
After a brief explanation and greetings, the two of them finished asking and answering questions, and Wang Lin didn't know what to say.
After staying for a while, seeing that the atmosphere was really awkward, Wang Lin suddenly remembered the famous saying by joker Zhang Ailing, the shortcut to a woman's heart is...
In fact, in Wang Lin's previous life, this was no longer true. The shortcut to a woman's heart is no longer..., but money.
But in this ancient society, Zhang Ailing’s words are irrefutable truth.
Wang Lin tentatively went over and hugged Guo Yuan, and the two fell into the red tent.
The moon and stars are sparse outside the window, and the spring breeze is blowing inside the house.
Wang Lin is not a simple brother, and Guo Yuan is not an ignorant girl. The two know why they are combined. After taking the shortcut, they have indeed crossed many unfamiliar distances and cuddled together.
This proves that thousands of mountains and rivers are nothing, as long as you can go deep.