In the wing room, at some point, the incense and ice silk in the animal cage had been lit, and a few wisps of clear bird smoke filled the air with a calming aroma.
Jia Heng realized something and turned his eyes to glance at Miaoyu. He saw Miaoyu rolling up her sleeves, revealing an arm as white and tender as a lotus root. The sandalwood scented in the cage was clearly written by her.
It seems to be in response to what he just said about burning incense and drinking tea.
On the other side, after listening to Jia Heng's words, Xichun's pretty face showed a thoughtful look, and she said in a playful voice: "Then I'll go and take a look tomorrow."
Jia Heng picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said, "In a few days, if it's not too busy, I'll teach my sister how to ride a horse."
Xichun's eyes flashed, and she was a little tempted. She said softly: "I heard that Sister Yun and Third Sister talked about it before. It seemed quite interesting, but I thought it wouldn't fall. It's not a joke."
Jia Heng took a sip of tea, smiled, and said, "I'm watching, and I won't let you fall. Besides, this kind of thing is just a pony crossing the river. You'll know after you try it."
"Pony crossing the river?" Xichun looked surprised and murmured, thinking about the meaning of this word.
Jia Heng, however, remembered that this story, which all seven- and eight-year-old children knew in his previous life, did not exist in this world, so he simply narrated it.
The story of the pony crossing the river is quite interesting.
Miaoyu listened to Jia Heng's story, a look of thought appeared on her face as white as jade.
Xichun blinked and said in a charming voice: "Brother Heng means that you can only know the depth after trying it."
Jia Heng's expression paused, and he smiled and said, "Well, you can understand it that way."
Miaoyu listened to the conversation between the two, took a sip of tea soup, and remained silent.
Jia Heng is chatting with Xichun over tea.
Xichun has a precocious mind and elegant conversation. She cannot be treated like a child at all.
The mountains and rivers stretch across thousands of miles, and the towers rise high into the five clouds.
The garden is built in the radiance of the sun and moon, and the scenery captures the power of creation.
This is a poem written by Xichun when she was visiting relatives in Yuanchun.
Can this be called a child?
There are also all kinds of words that escape into Buddhism, which even the adults of later generations cannot say.
Of course, Jia Heng and Xichun almost tacitly agreed not to mention Jia Zhen.
Xichun suddenly said: "Brother Heng, what books do you usually read? I want to find two books to read."
Jia Heng smiled and said, "You don't read Buddhist scriptures anymore?"
Being looked up and down by those warm eyes, especially the words with an intimate tone, Xichun's heart trembled slightly, a blush appeared on Qingli's cheeks, and said: "I stopped reading Buddhist scriptures for a while, and instead looked for story books to relieve my boredom.
I’ve finished reading the first volume of Brother Jiangheng’s Three Kingdoms novel.”
Jia Heng turned to look at the bookshelf and frowned: "How many more books are there?"
Xichun followed Jia Heng's gaze and panicked, saying hurriedly: "That belongs to Master Miaoyu."
Miaoyu: "???"
Jia Heng smiled and asked, "Do you like reading story books?"
Ru Hua smiled and answered: "Uncle, my girl has been looking for a storybook these days. She has read the Three Kingdoms Storybook written by the uncle twice."
Jia Heng looked at the arrogant little loli who was a little embarrassed, and said with a chuckle: "Now that you say that, I have to write the second part as soon as possible."
Xichun couldn't help but smile, and quickly realized something, lowered her head, and her heartbeat was beating fast.
Jia Heng picked up the tea cup and thought about it.
He found that Xichun still liked listening to stories.
In other words, there is no one who doesn’t like to listen to stories. This is due to human beings’ thirst for knowledge and curiosity.
Jia Heng thought for a while, then met Xichun's gaze and said, "There are no storybooks on the market to recommend. There are mud and sand, and the grains are patchy. How about I tell you a story?"
In fact, it is best to use stories as a source of education and enlightenment. By stimulating girls' fantasies about beautiful love, they should no longer have the desire to escape from the world.
Of course, we can't talk about "Dream of Red Mansions".
Hearing this, Xichun was really curious and asked crisply: "What story?"
Jia Heng organized his thoughts and words and said: "It's actually a fairy tale."
After hesitating for a while, whether to talk about "Legend of Sword and Fairy" or "Zhu Xian", I finally chose to talk about the latter.
The theory of gods has been passed down orally from ancient times to the present, and even the Buddhist scriptures tell a lot of stories about Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who exerted great power to save the world, so there is no problem that goes beyond the limits of Xichun's personal knowledge.
"Zhu Xian?"
Miaoyu was also listening secretly. She frowned and felt a sense of hunting coming towards her face. She unconsciously put down the teacup in her hand and turned to look at the young man.
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and then told Xichun the story of "Zhu Xian".
Ordinarily, he was watching Zhu Xian when he was in middle school in his previous life, and he should have forgotten most of the specific plot, but he couldn't help but many fan writers in later generations kept helping people review, and even Liu Beiwen, who collected Shui Yue and Suru...
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Jia Heng's story line of Zhu Xian is relatively clear.
From the Blood Eucalyptus in Caomiao Village to the Qimai Martial Arts Competition, Jia Heng talked about it all in one breath, including Heyang City, Zhang Xiaofan meeting Baguio, and going all the way to the Dripping Blood Cave.
Miaoyu was listening on the sidelines, the Buddhist beads in her hands had already been squeezed tightly involuntarily, her face as beautiful as snow showed surprise, she almost held her breath, and her mind was attracted to it.
how to say?
This is a kind of story innovation based on cognition. If Jia Heng talks about "The Three-Body Problem", it will not work, because it completely transcends the cognitive boundaries of the times, like listening to a book from heaven, and having a head as big as a bucket.
But when it comes to "Zhu Xian", for Miaoyu, who is used to reading weird stories such as "Zhuangzi" and "Legends of the Tang Dynasty", there is no obstacle to understanding.
"Zhuangzi" and some miscellaneous books also record various stories about gods and monsters. The imagination of the ancients cannot be underestimated.
Literati often write stories about ghosts and ghosts, such as "The Romance of the Gods" by the Ming Dynasty, "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and "Notes from the Yuewei Thatched Cottage" by the Qing Dynasty. Therefore, when Jia Heng tells this story, there is some freshness, but it is completely non-existent.
Cognitive impairment.
Miaoyu was shocked as she listened to the story and looked at the young man with complex eyes.
Secretly, it is said that this young man wrote the story of the Three Kingdoms before he showed up, and became famous in the capital. It turned out that his ideas were unconventional and unconventional.
At the end of the day, Jia Heng's mouth was dry as he talked, so he took a sip of tea soup, looked up at Xichun, who had a look of unfinished expression on his face, and Miaoyu who was lost in thought beside him, and thought to himself, a classic is a classic.
He raised his head and glanced at the dusk outside, and said: "Sister, I'll just get here today. It's getting late. I have something to do later, so I'll go back first."
Hearing the words, Xichun came to her senses and stood up. There was a trace of reluctance in her eyes under her beautiful eyebrows. She couldn't help but ask: "Brother Heng, are you... still coming tomorrow?"
Jia Heng smiled and said: "Come here, come over tomorrow and tell your sister, I have to finish it."
Hearing this, Xichun felt a surge of joy in her heart. She nodded her head and said softly, "Then I'll send Brother Heng off."
Jia Heng said: "No, it's a little cold outside, so there's no need to send my sister off."
While talking, he got up and suddenly turned to look at Miaoyu who was sipping tea with his head down, pretending to take down the Buddhist scriptures and flipping through them attentively. He frowned and asked: "Miaoyu, can you take a step to speak?"
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He felt that it was still necessary to talk to Miaoyu alone. In his usual conversation, he should comfort Xichun and don't lead a good person to bad things.
Because if he says some things, it may not be convenient and effective for this close confidant to say them.
In addition, he recently asked the Jinyi Mansion to investigate a matter. He was originally out of curiosity, but unexpectedly found out some interesting things.
When Miaoyu heard Jia Heng suddenly calling her name, her face was stunned and she didn't react for a while.
The teacher and the girl suddenly stopped calling, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.
He stared at Jia Heng, and when he met the pair of silent and firm eyes as sharp as swords, he felt a sudden shock in his heart.
"I have a few words to say to you." Jia Heng left one sentence and left Xichun's house.
Miaoyu's face changed, she pursed her lips, she didn't want to go, but her legs seemed not to be her own, so she stood up from her seat and followed closely behind.
In fact, even though she was Miaoyu, she could not refuse the words of a young powerful man that seemed to have "commands".
In the original work, Jia's mother was "humiliated" by Liu'an Tea, and even Miaoyu, who was as arrogant as Miaoyu, had to say soft words. For this reason alone, whether she was living under someone else's roof, or whether she respected the elderly and loved them, in short, Miaoyu would not bow her head.
It depends on who scores.
Seeing this, Xichun frowned and felt suspicious. After hesitating for a while, he whispered instructions to Ru Hua beside him and followed him on tiptoe.
Jia Heng went ahead and walked along the hand corridor to the end, turned from the Moon Gate into an octagonal pavilion, stood up, then turned to look at Miaoyu, his eyes were calm and he didn't speak.
Miaoyu has a slender figure, graceful appearance, and a temperament as elegant as orchid.
A waterfall of green silk was tied up in a wonderful bun, revealing a smooth and jade-like forehead. This made the girl, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, suddenly become much more mature. Her pair of eyes as quiet as lotuses did not have too many emotions, maybe they had been suppressed.
He went down, put his palms together, said the Buddha's name, and asked: "Uncle Heng, is there something wrong with the poor nun?"
Jia Heng just looked at Miaoyu with a calm expression, exerting pressure in the silence.
Until Miaoyu looked at the face shining against the sunset, she hesitated to speak.
Jia Heng said: "What does Miss Miaoyu think of Sister Xichun's temperament?"
Miaoyu pondered for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and said, "Miss Xichun, at such a young age, she is extremely intelligent, speaks eloquently, and has a lot of wisdom."
This is an evaluation without any lies under the pressure of Jia Heng.
Jia Heng nodded and asked, "Have you often talked about Buddhism with her recently?"
Miaoyu frowned. Listening to the aggressive tone of the young man opposite, coupled with the "oppressive" attitude of the talent, her voice gradually became a little cold, and she asked: "Is Uncle Heng interrogating the poor nun?"
After all, she is a young lady from an official family. Her arrogance hides deep inside her heart and should not be insulted lightly. Even Mrs. Wang said of Miaoyu, "Since she is an official lady, she should naturally be more arrogant."
"I'm not interrogating you." Jia Heng walked to Miaoyu, sighed softly, his eyes fell on the overlapping rockery, and said leisurely: "Sister Xichun lost her mother when she was born, and her father was obsessed with burning elixirs and practicing mercury.
, her brother is unkind and unjust, and doesn't care about her. Except for the love given by the old lady of Xifu and the other sisters playing with her, she has no close friends since she was a child... As soon as you enter the house, she likes your noble temperament and regards you as a confidant.
My friend, I only hope that Miss Miaoyu can be a good teacher and helpful friend, and that Sister Xichun can always think in a broader perspective. She needs to know that there are elder sisters who care about her, so there is no need to be isolated and miserable."
At this moment, Xichun, who was separated by a wall, listened to the young man's words, her petite body trembled slightly, her pretty face showed a look of surprise, and she quickly reached out to cover her mouth.
Miaoyu knitted her beautiful eyebrows, her jade face slightly frosted, and said coldly: "Is Uncle Heng pitying her?"
Jia Heng said: "It's not pity, but love. Since she calls me brother, I should fulfill my duty as a brother."
Hearing this, Miaoyu looked at the young man standing with his hands behind his hands with complicated eyes, and said quietly: "But as far as the poor nun knows, the reason why brother Xichun is what he is today is because of the dispute with Uncle Heng."
Jia Heng looked indifferent and said: "These are two different things, and to her, it doesn't make any difference whether or not Jia Zhen has a brother."
After saying that, she turned to look at Miaoyu and said: "Miss Miaoyu, she regards you as her confidant. I only hope that you can enlighten her at all times. Don't talk to her about Buddhism and Zen enlightenment, escape from the world, but talk more about Jiangnan."
The customs, customs, anecdotes... I just hope that she can be safe and happy in this life, and that in the future, she will marry and have children like a normal woman. In this world of mortals, she will live up to her life through one experience, instead of doing something else.
Sister-in-law, do you know about Qingdeng Huangjuan?"
At this moment, Xichun, who was separated by a wall, was listening to the young man's words, and the tears in his bright eyes had already burst out.
Marry and have children, peace and joy...
Listening to the young man's words, Miaoyu was also shocked and her face was moved. After a while, she even felt jealous in her heart and said coldly: "But what if I insist on sending her to become a monk?"
Jia Heng was silent for a moment, glanced at Miaoyu, and said coldly: "Your six roots are impure, your love is not broken, and you can't save yourself, so how can you talk about saving others?"
In the words of Xing Xiuyan, Miaoyu Monk is not a monk, he is not a vulgar man, he is not a woman, he is not a man, what is the truth?
He has a deep love for Baoyu and gives all his cups to Baoyu.
Miaoyu heard this, or was irritated by Jia Heng's contemptuous attitude, her cheeks turned red, and she said angrily: "You... I have never had six impurities, and my love has not been broken?"
Already a little bit frustrated that the central issue has been exposed.
Jia Heng looked up and down at Miaoyu, who had "a temperament as beautiful as an orchid and a talent as fragrant as an immortal". His eyes lingered on the ear holes in the earlobes and said, "If you want to be clean, why should you be clean? The sky may not be empty. Miaoyu, if you get tonsured,
I still believe in you."
When Miao Yu heard the words that were obviously calm but yet seemed to be extremely teasing, mocking and scrutinizing, her lips trembled unconsciously as if she had been struck by thunder.
In the original work of Red Mansions, Baoyu once borrowed Xing Xiuyan's words, saying, "Even if there is an iron threshold for a thousand years, there will eventually be a clay steamed bun."
And Jia Heng's words are no longer "friendly" words from a confidant, but pierce Miaoyu's veil, defeat Miaoyu's psychological defense, and deal a heavy blow to Miaoyu's soul!
I don’t know who you Miaoyu are? Stop pretending...
Even if a modern person is seen through by a friend, he will feel angry and angry, let alone the ancients who kept their relationship implicitly and kept the remaining seven points.
What could be more direct to his heart than the original author’s evaluation of Miaoyu?
It is simply a psychological "rape" of the soul...
This strong offense, combined with the casual expression and the gaze of Gujing Xuantan, is a kind of psychological conquest and oppression.
At this moment, Miaoyu was ashamed, at a loss, and even had the feeling of being naked in front of the other person.
A strong sense of shame and indescribable excitement welled up in her heart, intertwined together, and made Miaoyu's heart tremble. Her face was blushing, her red lips were tightly pursed, and her bright eyes were staring blankly at the young man opposite,
Say nothing.
Jia Heng pondered for a moment, then looked directly into Miao Yu's eyes and said, "You are the daughter of an official family. There has been a change in your family. If I am not mistaken, your father should be a regular weaver in Suzhou."
As the Commander-in-Chief of Jinyi, if you want to find Miaoyu, it is almost a matter of one sentence. Firstly, you are curious about Miaoyu's life experience, and secondly, it is for safety reasons.
Miaoyu himself lived in the Jia Mansion, so the matter was full of doubts. Such an unknown person lived in his Ningguo Mansion and came in and out of the back house. How could it be done without checking?
After all, he is the Twelve Hairpins of Jinling. Compared with Xiangling's life experience, he can also open a God's perspective, and Miaoyu is simply a hidden copy.
"You..." Miaoyu suddenly heard her father's name, her crystal jade face changed, and her body swayed. That was a name deep in her memory that she had not mentioned for many years. It was a painful memory.
Miaoyu's eyes were panicked, frightened and angry, staring at the young man as if he saw a ghost.
"I don't mean any harm. You don't need to look at the enemy who killed your father like this." Jia Heng softened his expression and stepped forward to help Miao Yu's shoulder. Despite his shameful and angry expression, his face remained as calm as ever: "
Your father is also a famous official, but it is a pity that he offended a powerful man. Fortunately, you were able to escape by cultivating in Xuan Tomb Panxiang Temple. However, with that powerful man's unyielding character, if he knew that you were still alive, he might not let you go.
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Sometimes I have to say that the world is really small, and the culprit who caused the misfortune to the Miaoyu family was none other than... King Zhongshun.
Suzhou Weaving was connected to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and Suzhou Weaving Chang Jin had offended King Zhongshun and his family suffered a great calamity.
"So some things make sense. The original master of Miaoyu asked him not to return home, but to wait for an opportunity in Beijing. Then Miaoyu went to Jia's house, and the four princes and eight princes only had Jia's house to fight against King Zhongshun." Jia
Heng was thinking, his face was indifferent.
This kind of thing is not a big deal to him.
King Zhongshun probably hates him the most now. He has long wanted to kill this old guy.
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