Four or five miles away from Ningguo Mansion, turn left into a long, narrow alley. After walking for less than a hundred steps, you can see a slightly dilapidated courtyard with mottled green walls standing quietly.
There was an autumn rain last night, and the pomegranate tree in the middle of the courtyard shook down pomegranate flowers like small lanterns all over the ground, adding to the desolate feeling after the rain.
Under the east window, the green bamboos are dripping, and standing is a young man who is only fourteen or fifteen years old. The young man is wearing a starched green shirt that is almost white. His face is clear and handsome, and he is holding a blue-covered book in his hand.
, reading attentively, under the sword eyebrows, a pair of black and white, clear eyes, with a look of thought from time to time.
He was originally a guard against the armed police in later generations, but he did not want to come to this world of red buildings due to an accident, and his soul returned to Jia Heng from the far branch of Ningguo.
Although four or five days have passed, it still feels like a dream.
There are only a few records about Jia Heng in the original book Dream of Red Mansions.
Since the Dream of Red Mansions narrative did not mention the dynasty and year, he immediately borrowed history books to find out the whole story.
"The great ancestor was a native of Yuyao, a descendant of the ancient Emperor Shun..."
Even though it was not the first time he read this text, Jia Heng's surprise was still unabated. He glanced at the two history books in front of the desk and couldn't help but sigh: "This world of Red Mansions is very different from the previous dynasties.
There are some more characters, and some are missing... Especially in the reign of Emperor Shizong, Emperor Jiajing was devoted to cultivating the mysticism, and the treacherous Prime Minister Yan Song was busy with affairs, causing internal and external troubles. In the 29th year of Jiajing, I invaded the capital, invaded the capital, and captured the capital.
Jiajing did not want to hunt south, so he burned himself in the palace... Zhu Ming I, in the 172nd year of his reign, fortunately Chen Huan, a descendant of Chen Youliang, the king of Han Dynasty in the late Yuan Dynasty, raised troops from Yuyao, chased him to the north, swept the world, and established Chen again.
The Han Dynasty established its capital in Xijing for more than ninety years."
"Chen Huan, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, reigned for twenty-three years, and after Taizong for thirty-one years. As of today, the Taishang Emperor has reigned for thirty-nine years. Thirteen years ago, the Zen throne was here today. Peace has lasted for a long time, and hundreds of evils have accumulated.
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Jia Heng thought about it, secretly calculating the dynasty correspondence in his mind, and suddenly frowned, "This year is the fourteenth year of Chongping, but with Emperor Chongzhen..."
"Bang bang..."
At this moment, the door knocker suddenly sounded outside, interrupting Jia Heng's thoughts.
"Coming, coming..." A woman's voice sounded from the courtyard on the left. A middle-aged woman in Jingchai sarong, over thirty years old, with a scarf tied around her waist, stepped on the grass sadly.
Go to the gravel path and open the door.
Jia Heng also walked out of the room and stood on the porch to watch.
The woman Cai was the maid left behind after the death of his predecessor's mother. The predecessor lost her father when she was young and was raised by her mother Dong. Years ago, her predecessor's mother Dong also became ill and died of illness not long after they were in bed together.
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After that, Cai's family of three took care of his daily life.
"Hey, who do I think you are? This early in the morning, I heard the cry of magpies. It turned out to be Sister-in-law Zhu." The woman Cai was very good at talking. She said with a smile on her face and asked: "Here comes Sister-in-law Zhu.
You are..."
Mrs. Cai was also a little strange in her heart. She secretly thought that apart from celebrating the New Year and worshiping her ancestors, she didn't see anyone from the Rongguo Mansion at all. She didn't know what Jia Zhu's daughter-in-law was doing in this cold house in a shabby alley.
Although Jia Heng is the descendant of Ning Guo, Ning Guo's Eight Fangs have already spread out in Beijing and live in Rong Ning Street. As for Jia Heng's branch, it is about to be released into the fifth server.
The two masters and servants, Li Wan, were dressed in sapphire blue water-sleeved skirts, with crested jade hairpins on their heads. They were slender and elegant. They did not put any makeup on their faces. They nodded slightly to Mr. Cai and asked, "Is Brother Heng at home?"
At this moment, a young man in green shirt walked slowly from the corridor, stood opposite Li Wan, raised his hands in greeting and said: "Jia Heng has met Sister Zhu, and was thinking of returning the book to Brother Lang after dinner, but he didn't
It was Heng's fault to bother Mrs. Laozhu to come to the house in person."
After saying that, he looked at Li Wan with a pair of calm and penetrating eyes, and said to himself, it's no wonder that he is the Twelve Hairpins of Jinling. In terms of appearance and temperament alone, he can score ninety points.
Li Wan took a look at Jia Heng and saw that although his clothes were simple, his eyebrows were cold, his expression was sparse, and his behavior was natural and polite. The original unhappiness in his heart dissipated a little, and he said clearly: "Lan'er is a young man.
I was young and couldn't read the history books of the previous dynasties. I was looking through the collection of books and was surprised that a few books were missing. However, I didn't expect that it was Lan'er who lent it to Brother Heng. Fortunately, he was not an outsider. It was just that Lan'er was changing his teeth. Brother Heng,
Don’t buy him any more sour and sweet ones from Lao Shizi.”
Jia Heng was silent after hearing this, knowing that Li Wan came to visit with the intention of raising an army to investigate.
Speaking of which, it was the day before yesterday that he came to this world. In order to find out some of the ins and outs, he wanted to find some history books to read. He happened to meet Jia Lan, so he bought two candy canes on the street and went up to talk to him.
Read the books in your home.
In fact, I was still short of money. I had enough money to buy the Four Books and Five Classics, but pens, inks, paper and inkstones were not enough. As for the history of the country, I could only borrow the books and read them.
Originally, as a distant branch of the Ning Kingdom, even if his house was raided in the future, he would not be implicated. However, if he wanted to live a decent life in this feudal era, he had to study and become an official.
Thanks to the teachings of my predecessor's mother, Dong, I entered school early, but I was out of temper and not a material for reading. In the six months after my predecessor's mother passed away, I gave up my studies.
Seeing that Jia Heng was silent, Li Wan had no intention of talking anymore and said casually: "Brother Heng, you should have finished reading the book."
Of course, she just asked casually. She didn't think Jia Heng could learn anything about it. Although she asked about it the next year, Jia Heng's mother, Dong, was a high-spirited person. However, Jia Heng was naughty when he was young and only practiced sword dancing.
He plays with guns, often hangs out with his cousin Dong Qian, and doesn't like reading very much.
Jia Heng nodded as usual and said, "Sister-in-law Zhu, wait a moment, I'll get it right away."
Li Wan frowned, slightly worried about the "safety" of those books, and said, "I'll let you go."
Jia Heng didn't say anything more, and the maid Suyun behind him followed suit.
I walked to the study room. It was said to be a study room, but it was actually a place for daily living. The furnishings were simple, but it looked neat and tidy.
There is a long lacquered wood desk in front of the window. The black paint on the corners is peeling off, clearly showing some age.
Under the candlestick, there are all kinds of pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Several thick books are placed in the right corner, showing signs of being read.
When Li Wan entered the house, he was already holding his breath, but there was no peculiar smell. Instead, there was a faint scent of vanilla, which was refreshing and refreshing.
Jia Heng stacked the books together, smiled slightly and said: "Sister-in-law Zhu, return the jade to Zhao intact."
The maid Suyun stepped forward to pick her up and called out: "Grandma..."
Li Wanyu paused slightly, his eyes wandering, but he was attracted by a word on the wall next to the case. He saw a couplet written on the wall that seemed to have been written not long ago:
"The sound of wind and rain and the sound of reading are all in my ears; I am concerned about the affairs of the country, family, and the world."
The characters are in regular regular script, and the pen is sharp, like a silver painting with an iron hook, like an unsheathed sword, and the characters are like the person, with sharp edges.
"Is this written by Brother Heng?" Li Wan asked in surprise with a pair of beautiful eyes slightly stunned, seemingly in disbelief.
Jia Heng was startled for a moment and then said with a smile: "Last night when I was studying until the third watch, the rain hit the banana trees. I had an idea in my heart and did it casually, but my sister-in-law laughed."
Before he came to this world, he had been practicing calligraphy for more than ten years under the influence of his grandfather who was a Taoist priest. Although he did not dare to compare himself to others, he felt that he was worthy of any scholar in this world.
Li Wan looked at Jia Heng with his beautiful eyes, and completely put away his contempt in his heart. He pondered for a moment and said: "Brother Heng, if you want to study, why don't you go to the clan school? If you are not restrained there, the clan still manages the pen, ink and paper.
Inkstone.”
When Jia Heng heard this, his heart moved, and there was a faint light in his eyes. He smiled and said: "I am used to being alone, and it is the same when I study at home."
How could he not know what the current situation of the Jia Family School was like? He really followed the advice of the Northwestern Iron Triangle of Shanxi and wanted to study? What a waste of time!
