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, and a young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old. The boy was wearing a blue-washed, almost white shirt, 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, with clear and vivid eyes, and he often showed a thoughtful look.

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 is very different from the previous dynasty. There are more characters and fewer characters... Especially, during the dynasty of Emperor Shizong, Emperor Jiajing was devoted to cultivating Xuan, and the treacherous minister 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 Huan, 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 thirteenth 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, come..." 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 maid who stayed with him after his predecessor's mother died. She lost her father when she was young and was raised by her mother Dong. A few years ago, her predecessor's mother, Dong, 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 I think 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, 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 his predecessor, Dong, this body entered school early, but was just a distracted person, not a reading material. In the six months after his predecessor's death, his studies became 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, Dong, was a very arrogant person, but Jia Heng was naughty when he was young and only used to dance with swords and guns. She often hangs out with her cousin Dong Qian and doesn't like reading much.

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 "safety" of those 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, return the jade to Zhao intact."

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

Li Wan's eyes were slightly paused, her 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 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, when the rain hits the banana leaves, I felt something for a moment, and I was so sad that I could do it with my hands, 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 looked at Jia Heng with beautiful eyes, and completely put away her contempt in her heart. She pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Heng, why don't you not go to the clan school? There is no way to stop you, and the clan is still in charge of brush, ink, paper and inkstone. At the beginning of the year, Xue Pan was studying at the school."

When Jia Heng heard this, his heart moved, and a clear light flowed in his eyes. He smiled and said, "I am used to being quiet alone, so it's the same for studying at home."

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