Dahan Shenjing

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.

It was raining in autumn, and the pomegranate tree in the middle of the courtyard shook down pomegranate flowers like small lanterns all over the ground, adding to the feeling of desolation after the rain.

Under the east window, the green bamboos are dripping green, and there stands a young man who is only fourteen or fifteen years old. The young man is wearing a starched green shirt that is almost white. He has a clear face, holding a blue-covered book in his hand, concentrating.

As he read, under his sword-shaped eyebrows, a pair of black and white eyes, clear and bright, showed a look of thought from time to time.

He was originally a descendant, but he did not want to come to this world of red buildings, and his soul returned to Jia Heng from the far branch of Ningguo.

Although more than ten 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 is the world of Red Mansions... By the time of Emperor Shizong, Jiajing

The emperor devoted himself to cultivating mystical knowledge, while the treacherous prime minister Yan Song was trying to do things, and there were internal and external troubles. In the 29th year of Jiajing, I invaded the invaders, invaded the capital, and captured the capital. Jiajing refused to hunt south, and burned himself in the palace... Zhu Ming I, the last one hundred years

In the seventy-second year, fortunately, Chen Jing, a descendant of the late Yuan Dynasty King Chen Youliang of Han Dynasty, raised an army from Yuyao, chased the Han Dynasty to the north, swept the world, established Chen Han again, and made Xijing the capital. It has been more than ninety years since then."

Jia Heng was secretly calculating the dynasties in his mind, and suddenly frowned, "This year is the third 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 miserable debris of the weeds.

Go to the stone path and open the door.

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

The wife Cai was the companion of his predecessor's mother after her death. The predecessor's father died when he was young and was raised by his mother Yao. Two years ago, his mother Yao also fell 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? I heard the magpies chirping this early in the morning. It turns 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: "Sister-in-law Zhu is here. Are you here?"

This is……"

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, the Eighth House of Ning Guo has already spread out in the capital, and he lives on Rong Ning Street. As for Jia Heng, his branch is about to be released into the fifth service.

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 had no 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 I 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 profound eyes, and said secretly, no wonder he is the Twelve Hairpins of Jinling, just in terms of appearance and temperament, 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 Laoshizi.”

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, a few days ago, 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 came up to chat.

Borrow the books from his home and read them.

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 Ning State, 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, Mrs. Chen, I entered school early, but I was out of temper and not a material for reading. In the two years since my predecessor's mother passed away, I have even more neglected 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 had inquired about it the next year, Jia Heng's mother, Li, was a person with a good temperament, but Jia Heng was naughty when he was young and only practiced sword dancing.

He plays with guns and often hangs out with his cousin Chen Yi.

Jia Heng nodded as usual and said, "Sister-in-law Zhu, wait a moment, I'll get it right away."

Li Wan frowned, worried about 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, which clearly shows its 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 ready to hold his breath, but there was no peculiar smell. Instead, there was a faint scent of vanilla, which was refreshing.

Jia Heng stacked the books together, smiled slightly and said, "Sister-in-law Zhu, the property returns to its original owner."

The maid Suyun stepped forward to pick her up and called out: "Grandma..."

Li Wan's eyes wandered, 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's beautiful eyes were slightly startled, as if he could not believe it, and he asked in surprise.

Jia Heng was startled for a moment and then said with a smile: "Last night when I was studying until the third watch, I had an idea and scribbled carelessly, which made my sister-in-law laugh."

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

Li Wan completely put away his contempt in his heart, pondered for a moment, and said: "Brother Heng, since you want to study, why don't you go to the clan school? There is no discipline there, and the clan still manages pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Aunt Xue is here at the beginning of the year.

His son, Xue Pan, is studying in the school."

When Jia Heng heard this, his eyes changed, 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 was going on in the Jia Family School? He really followed the advice of the Northwestern Iron Triangle of Shanxi and wanted to study? What a waste of time!

Li Wan didn't know what Jia Heng was thinking, so he saw that she had her own opinions, so she didn't say anything more. She had a foolish and clumsy temperament, and it was difficult for her to ask a few words about other people's affairs.

After a few more casual greetings, he was about to say goodbye and leave.

Jia Heng watched Li Wan leave and shook his head. He was a little undecided for a while about how to deal with the broken ship of the Jia family.

"The only thing I worry about is that if I become an official in the imperial examination, I will be regarded as a member of the Jia family."

This may be the sad part. Political struggles have always been extremely cruel. Unless he is like Jia Yun, the second master on the corridor, he can settle down and be a humble citizen. After the Jia family falls, he may be able to survive alone.

Li Wan didn't know what Jia Heng was thinking, so he saw that she had her own opinions, so she didn't say anything more. She had a foolish and clumsy temperament, and it was difficult for her to ask a few words about other people's affairs.
Chapter completed!