The Great Han Dynasty Shenjing

Four or five miles away from Ningguo Mansion, turn left and into a long, cramped alley, less than a hundred steps away, and you can see a mottled green wall and a slightly dilapidated courtyard standing quietly.

In the autumn rain, the pomegranate tree in the middle of the courtyard swayed the small lantern-like triad flowers all over the ground, adding a bit of bleakness after the rain.

Under the east window, the green bamboo was green and green. A young man was only fourteen or fifteen years old. The young man was wearing a blue shirt that was almost white, with a clear face. He held a book with a blue cover in his hand and read it intently. Under his sword eyebrows, he was a pair of black and white eyes that were clear and clear, and he often showed thoughtful expressions.

He was originally a person from later generations, but he didn't want to come to this Red Building World, and his soul belonged to Jia Heng from Ningguoyuan Branch.

Although it has been more than ten days, I still feel like a dream.

Jia Heng has only a few records in the original book of Dream of Red Mansions.

The narrative of Dream of Red Mansions does not talk about the dynasty and time. He borrowed historical books at the first time to explore the whole story.

"The native of Emperor Gaozu Yuyao, the descendants of the ancient emperor Shun..."

Even if it was not the first time I read this text, Jia Heng was still surprised. His eyes swept over the two historical books in front of the book case, and couldn't help but sigh: "This Red Building World... In the dynasty of Emperor Shizong, Emperor Jiajing was devoted to cultivating the mystery. The traitor Yan Song was in charge of internal and external troubles. In the 29th year of Jiajing, Altan invaded and advanced to the capital and captured the capital. Jiajing was unwilling to hunt south and burned himself in the palace... In the lifetime of Zhu Ming, he finally went through 172 years. Fortunately, Chen Jing, a descendant of King Chen Youliang of Han, raised an army from Yuyao, chased and died in the north, swept the world, and established Chen Han again and established the capital of Xijing. It has been more than 90 years since then."

Jia Heng was secretly calculating the dynasty in his heart, and suddenly frowned, "This year is the third year of Chongping, but he is with Emperor Chongzhen..."

"Bang bang..."

At this moment, the door knocker suddenly sounded outside, interrupting Jia Heng's thoughts.

"Here, here," a woman's voice sounded from the courtyard on the left. A middle-aged woman in her thirties, with a scarf around her waist and walking on the tragic gravel path of the weeds, went to open the door.

Jia Heng also walked out of the room at this moment and stood in the corridor to watch.

The woman Cai was the accompanying room left by his predecessor's mother after his death. She lost her father when she was young and was raised by her mother Yao. Two years ago, her predecessor's mother, Yao, also died of illness shortly after she was lingering in bed.

Then, the Cai family of three took care of his daily life.

"Oh, I think who it is? I heard the magpie call early in the morning. It turned out to be Sister Zhu." The woman Cai was quite good at speaking, and said with a smile on her face, asking, "Grandma Zhu is here, you are..."

Cai was also a little strange in his heart and said that apart from paying homage to ancestors during the New Year, he would not see anyone in Rongguo Mansion at all, and he didn't know what Jia Zhu's wife was doing in this shabby alley.

Although Jia Heng was born after Ningguo, the eight houses of Ningguo had already grown up in the capital, and lived in Rongning Street. As for Jia Heng's branch, they were almost out of five matches.

Li Wan and his servant were wearing royal blue water-sleeved skirts, with a phoenix-headed jade hairpin on their heads. They were slim and had no makeup on their faces. They nodded slightly to Cai and asked, "Are Brother Heng at home?"

At this moment, a young man in green walked slowly from the corridor, stood opposite Li Wan, bowed and said, "Jia Heng had seen Sister Zhu, and was about to finish his meal and return the book to Brother Lan. He never thought that he would bother Mrs. Zhu to come to the door in person. It was Heng's fault."

After saying that, he stared at Li Wan with a pair of quiet and deep eyes and said to himself, it’s no wonder that they are the Twelve Beauties of Jinling, just about this temperament, they can beat 90 points.

Li Wan looked at Jia Heng and saw that although his clothes were simple, his eyebrows were cold and his expression was cold. Xiao Xuan was naturally polite. The displeasure in his heart dissatisfied a little, and he said with a clear voice: "Lan'er is young and can't read the history books of the previous dynasty. I read the collection of books before and didn't think that it was Lan'er who lent it to Brother Heng. Fortunately, it was not an outsider, but Lan'er was changing teeth. Brother Heng, don't buy him the sour and sweet ones."

Jia Heng was silent when he heard this, and knew that Li Wan came to the door and wanted to raise an army to ask for guilt.

It was a few days ago that he came to this world. In order to find some historical books to read in order to understand some of the whole story, he happened to meet Jia Lan, so he bought two candy sticks on the street, went up to talk to him, and borrowed the books he collected at home to read.

In fact, I am still short of money. I bought the Four Books and Five Classics by money, and I am not enough to write, ink, paper and inkstone. For national history, I can only borrow books and read them.

Originally, as a branch of Ningguoyuan, he would not have been implicated even if his house was searched in the future. However, if he wanted to live a decent life in this feudal era, he would have to study and become an official.

Thanks to the teachings of Chen, my predecessor, this body went to school early, but was just a distracted person, not a reading material. In the past two years since the death of his predecessor, his studies have become increasingly abandoned.

Seeing that Jia Heng was silent, Li Wan had no intention of continuing to speak more 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 read anything. Although she had inquired about it next year, Jia Heng's mother, Li, was a very talented person, but Jia Heng was naughty when he was young. He only practiced swords and guns, and often hanged with his cousin Chen Yi.

Jia Heng nodded as usual and responded: "Sister Zhu wait a moment, I'll get it now."

Li Wan frowned at willow leaves and was a little worried about the books and said, "I'll go with you."

Jia Heng didn't say anything else, and the maid Suyun, who was behind him, also followed.

I walked to the study room and said it was a study room, but it was actually a place to live on weekdays. The furnishings were simple, but they were neat and clean.

There is a long lacquered wooden desk in front of the window, with the black paint peeling off the corners of the desk, which is clearly a bit old.

Under the candlestick, there are all kinds of pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Several of the thick books are placed in the right corner, which shows signs of reading.

Li Wan's master and servant entered the room, and she had already made a breath-holding intention, but there was no peculiar smell. Instead, there was a faint vanilla smell, which made people feel refreshed.

Jia Heng stacked the books together and smiled and said, "Sister-in-law Zhu, the things return to the original owner."

The maid Suyun came forward to answer and called out, "Grandma..."

Li Wan's eyes were waving, but she was attracted by the words on the wall next to the case. She saw a couplet written on the wall that seemed to be just a short time after writing:

"The sound of wind and rain sounds, and the sound of reading is heard; the country and family matters are in the world, and everything is concerned about."

The characters are running regular script, with sharp pen tips, like iron hooks and silver paintings, like a sword unsheathed. The characters are like the person, with sharpness revealed.

"Is this written by Brother Heng?" Li Wan's wonderful eyes were slightly stunned, as if she was a little unbelievable, and asked in surprise.

Jia Heng was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Last night, I was studying until the third update, and I felt something for a moment. I was so sad that I could do it, but my sister-in-law laughed."

Before he came to this world, he had indeed practiced calligraphy for more than ten years. Although he did not dare to compare himself with everyone, he was also somewhat excited and felt that it was worthy of any scholar in this world.

Li Wan completely put away her contempt, pondered for a moment, and said, "Brother Heng, since she wants to study, why don't she go to the clan school? There is no way to stop her? The clan is still in charge of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. At the beginning of the year, Xue Pan was studying at the school."

Jia Heng's eyes circulated when he heard this, he smiled and said, "I am used to being quiet alone, so it's the same for studying at home."

What is the current situation of the Jia family learning? How he didn’t know? It really responded to the words of the Northwest Iron Triangle in Shanxi. Learn? What a nonsense!

Li Wan didn't know what Jia Heng was thinking, and saw that she had his own opinions, so she stopped talking. She was just a foolish and kept her stupidity in her mind, and she was very sad to ask about other people's affairs.

He exchanged some casual greetings and was about to say goodbye and leave.

Jia Heng watched Li Wan leave and shook his head. He was also a little confused about how to treat the broken ship of the Jia family.

"The only thing I am worried about is that if I enter the imperial examination, I will be regarded as a member of the Jia family."

This may be the sadness. Political struggles have always been extremely cruel, unless he is like Jia Yun, the second master in the corridor, and he can be safe from the fact that he is the second master of Jia.

Li Wan didn't know what Jia Heng was thinking, and saw that she had his own opinions, so she stopped talking. She was just a foolish and kept her stupidity in her mind, and she was very sad to ask about other people's affairs.

He exchanged some casual greetings and was about to say goodbye and leave.

Jia Heng watched Li Wan leave and shook his head. He was also a little confused about how to treat the broken ship of the Jia family.

"The only thing I am worried about is that if I enter the imperial examination, I will be regarded as a member of the Jia family."

This may be the sadness. Political struggles have always been extremely cruel, unless he is like Jia Yun, the second master in the corridor, and he can be safe from the fact that he is the second master of Jia.

Otherwise, once you enter the imperial examination, even if you are unwilling to do so, you will inevitably be regarded as a banner figure of the Jia family.

Of course, there are also many examples of multi-line betting in history.

"Fortunately... there is still time to arrange it slowly." Jia Heng thought for a while, and he had some plans in his mind.

Chen Jing, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, reigned for twenty-three years, and then passed the thirty-one of Emperor Taizong. As for today, the Emperor Taishang reigned for thirty-nine years. Three years ago, he was in charge of today. He inherited his life for a long time and accumulated a lot of life.

But Li Wan took the booklets all the way back to Rongguo Mansion, and was about to go to the residence, but she didn't walk far away. When she saw the visitor, she stopped.

A young woman in the distance said, "I just said, where is Sister Zhu going? The Great Han Shenjing

Four or five miles away from Ningguo Mansion, turn left and into a long, cramped alley, less than a hundred steps away, and you can see a mottled green wall and a slightly dilapidated courtyard standing quietly.

In the autumn rain, the pomegranate tree in the middle of the courtyard swayed the small lantern-like triad flowers all over the ground, adding a bit of bleakness after the rain.

Under the east window, the green bamboo was green and green. A young man was only fourteen or fifteen years old. The young man was wearing a blue shirt that was almost white, with a clear face. He held a book with a blue cover in his hand and read it intently. Under his sword eyebrows, he was a pair of black and white eyes that were clear and clear, and he often showed thoughtful expressions.

He was originally a person from later generations, but he didn't want to come to this Red Building World, and his soul belonged to Jia Heng from Ningguoyuan Branch.

Although it has been more than ten days, I still feel like a dream.

Jia Heng has only a few records in the original book of Dream of Red Mansions.

The narrative of Dream of Red Mansions does not talk about the dynasty and time. He borrowed historical books at the first time to explore the whole story.

"The native of Emperor Gaozu Yuyao, the descendants of the ancient emperor Shun..."

Even if it was not the first time I read this text, Jia Heng was still surprised. His eyes swept over the two historical books in front of the book case, and couldn't help but sigh: "This Red Building World... In the dynasty of Emperor Shizong, Emperor Jiajing was devoted to cultivating the mystery. The traitor Yan Song was in charge of internal and external troubles. In the 29th year of Jiajing, Altan invaded and advanced to the capital and captured the capital. Jiajing was unwilling to hunt south and burned himself in the palace... In the lifetime of Zhu Ming, he finally went through 172 years. Fortunately, Chen Jing, a descendant of King Chen Youliang of Han, raised an army from Yuyao, chased and died in the north, swept the world, and established Chen Han again and established the capital of Xijing. It has been more than 90 years since then."

Jia Heng was secretly calculating the dynasty in his heart, and suddenly frowned, "This year is the third year of Chongping, but he is with Emperor Chongzhen..."

"Bang bang..."

At this moment, the door knocker suddenly sounded outside, interrupting Jia Heng's thoughts.

"Here, here," a woman's voice sounded from the courtyard on the left. A middle-aged woman in her thirties, with a scarf around her waist and walking on the tragic gravel path of the weeds, went to open the door.

Jia Heng also walked out of the room at this moment and stood in the corridor to watch.

The woman Cai was the accompanying room left by his predecessor's mother after his death. She lost her father when she was young and was raised by her mother Yao. Two years ago, her predecessor's mother, Yao, also died of illness shortly after she was lingering in bed.

Then, the Cai family of three took care of his daily life.

"Oh, I think who it is? I heard the magpie call early in the morning. It turned out to be Sister Zhu." The woman Cai was quite good at speaking, and said with a smile on her face, asking, "Grandma Zhu is here, you are..."

Cai was also a little strange in his heart and said that apart from paying homage to ancestors during the New Year, he would not see anyone in Rongguo Mansion at all, and he didn't know what Jia Zhu's wife was doing in this shabby alley.

Although Jia Heng was born after Ningguo, the eight houses of Ningguo had already grown up in the capital, and lived in Rongning Street. As for Jia Heng's branch, they were almost out of five matches.

Li Wan and his servant were wearing royal blue water-sleeved skirts, with a phoenix-headed jade hairpin on their heads. They were slim and had no makeup on their faces. They nodded slightly to Cai and asked, "Are Brother Heng at home?"

At this moment, a young man in green walked slowly from the corridor, stood opposite Li Wan, bowed and said, "Jia Heng had seen Sister Zhu, and was about to finish his meal and return the book to Brother Lan. He never thought that he would bother Mrs. Zhu to come to the door in person. It was Heng's fault."

After saying that, he stared at Li Wan with a pair of quiet and deep eyes and said to himself, it’s no wonder that they are the Twelve Beauties of Jinling, just about this temperament, they can beat 90 points.

Li Wan looked at Jia Heng and saw that although his clothes were simple, his eyebrows were cold and his expression was cold. Xiao Xuan was naturally polite. The displeasure in his heart dissatisfied a little, and he said with a clear voice: "Lan'er is young and can't read the history books of the previous dynasty. I read the collection of books before and didn't think that it was Lan'er who lent it to Brother Heng. Fortunately, it was not an outsider, but Lan'er was changing teeth. Brother Heng, don't buy him the sour and sweet ones."

Jia Heng was silent when he heard this, and knew that Li Wan came to the door and wanted to raise an army to ask for guilt.

It was a few days ago that he came to this world. In order to find some historical books to read in order to understand some of the whole story, he happened to meet Jia Lan, so he bought two candy sticks on the street, went up to talk to him, and borrowed the books he collected at home to read.

In fact, I am still short of money. I bought the Four Books and Five Classics by money, and I am not enough to write, ink, paper and inkstone. For national history, I can only borrow books and read them.

Originally, as a branch of Ningguoyuan, he would not have been implicated even if his house was searched in the future. However, if he wanted to live a decent life in this feudal era, he would have to study and become an official.
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