The Red Mansions

Chapter 41

Seeing his daughter lost his mind, Qin Ye pondered for a while, and said again: "He hit the one in the East Mansion, and my father just thought over and over in his heart, that is, the better the quality, the better..."

He didn't know why, but when he thought about it afterwards, he felt terrified.

Hearing this, Qin Keqing raised her face, which was as bright as a flower, and said in surprise, "Isn't it... that he was so brave and ruthless when he was impulsive?"

Qin Ye shook his head and said: "Father was shocked by the news and didn't react immediately. The old lady in the Rong Mansion commented and gave him a maid. What he said just now is under consideration... ...Father originally thought it was a young man's words to show off afterwards, but he didn't think about it for a while, but now it seems that it is all in his plan."

Qin Keqing blinked, looked at her father's flushed cheeks, and thought to herself, could it be that father had drunk just now?Cranky here?
Qin Ye twirled his beard with his hands and said: "Although it seems reckless, you can finally block the one in the East Mansion and let the old lady in the West Mansion judge. Right now, you are safe and sound. If you think about it, you can still Remember when he came last time, what else did he say?"

Qin Keqing frowned, opened her mouth slightly, and said, "Father said that last time he..."

"There's only one lawsuit going on left and right, and he's expected it from that day? Have you ever seen young people who hit someone and took one step, or three steps?" Qin Ye's last words were almost as if piercing through the night. A bright light made Qin Keqing's tender body tremble, and at the same time, it also made Ruizhu and Baozhu's two servant girls cry out.

Thinking about it this way, it is really as the master said.

Sometimes, that's how people are. Once they feel that someone is honest and trustworthy, it catches the eye and adds a beautifying filter to the behavior.

Qin Ye said: "And what you said, if there is a young man next to you, his face will be neither red nor white when you are excited. But he is young, his face does not change, he looks like a court official in the yamen .”

Behind this, there are some filters.

However, when Qin Keqing thought about it, she found that it was true. What she said was good or bad, but it was only her life, and the meaning of contempt could be seen in what she said, but the young man's face remained unchanged, his eyes were calm, and he neither turned into anger nor hurt himself. self pity.

This is a teenager?
"Could it be that he doesn't like his daughter and thinks it's okay..." Qin Keqing had a gloomy face, and in the middle of speaking, she felt her cheeks were burning hot, and she stopped talking, what was she talking about just now.

It's too unreserved...

Baozhu said: "Girl, didn't you just say that the old lady in Jia's mansion rewarded him with a maid? I want to come to the maid of the Duke's House, she has a good look..."

Qin Ye frowned, and with anger on his face, he shouted: "You're talking nonsense again! If that's the case, why tell me frankly? You girl, you don't know what's going on, you listen to the wind and rain, and you don't know how much right and wrong you are provoking!"

Baozhu's face was pale, and she lowered her head, not daring to respond.

"I don't think it's like being a father. Maybe I have other thoughts, maybe I have a plan." Qin Ye didn't say anything later, but there was something strange in his heart.

Even the head of the Jia family came to stop him, and he fought back forcefully. If the daughter declined, maybe there would be some twists and turns?

In fact, maybe in someone's eyes, it's nothing more than Qin Keqing, I'm married, even if the Buddha comes, I can't keep it!
As a human being in the second life, let you marry someone else?

Qin Keqing hugged the orange cat in her arms, thinking about her father's words in her heart, feeling ashamed and flustered for a while, and feeling foggy for a while.

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On Jia Heng's side, he rode a donkey cart towards the Imperial College. After traveling for about half an hour, when he arrived at the Imperial College, he could see the tall and majestic archway with the three characters "Guo Zi Jian" inscribed on it.

Under the lintel, there are some scholars coming and going, in green shirts and straight skirts, in groups of three or four.

"Uncle Li, you go back first." Jia Heng took out the recommendation letter from his arms, got off the donkey cart, and said to Li He who was beside him.

Li He responded, picked up his whip, and drove back.

Jia Heng looked up at the archway, with a complete look on his face, and entered proudly.

As the highest school in the country, it has its own gatehouse on duty, and outsiders are not allowed to come in and out at will. There are even soldiers patrolling inside, in case of police, they are ready to be called.

Jia Heng first went to the concierge to send a letter of recommendation to an old man, and was thinking about whether Han Hui's letter would be of any use.

Unexpectedly, the old concierge saw the seal on the envelope, but his complexion changed, he stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Your Excellency must be Mr. Jia, this old man will take you to Wencui Pavilion to see Song Lushi."

Jia Heng paused, cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry."

Secretly, this Han Hui treats people and things, really moistens things silently.

Apparently, he had left a message at the porter early on, and was worried that he would not know the way, so he specially asked the porter to guide him. Judging by the attitude of the porter at the Imperial College, Han Hui's identity was ready to be revealed.

"Dinning at Linglong Pavilion that day, you know that this person is either rich or noble, and there is no honorable man named Han in the dynasty, so there is only one possibility left, the son or nephew of a certain civil servant?" Jia Heng said Following the old man to Wencui Pavilion, he was thinking.

Of course, if you ask the concierge directly, you can probably get the answer directly, but it is not appropriate.

Along the way, bypassing pavilions and pavilions, one side covers an area of ​​tens of acres, rippling blue waves, shaped like a swallow, the lake is surrounded by peach red embankments, and Tinglan on the shore is lush and green, surrounded by two towers, one large and one small. Reflected in the lake, the breeze is coming slowly, sparkling.

In the grassland, on the rocks by the lake, there may be students reading or couplets.

The porter pointed to a simple, elegant, majestic and magnificent five-storey attic hidden behind willow trees, and said with a smile, "Young Master Jia, that's Wencui Pavilion. We can go there after crossing this bridge."

Jia Heng nodded. Being on the bridge at this moment, I really feel relaxed and happy, dreaming back to the university campus of my previous life.

Not long after, before arriving at the attic, Jia Heng looked up at the ancient attic, which had been weathered by wind and rain for so many years, and couldn't help feeling a little solemn in his heart.

The concierge led Jia Heng up the stairs and entered the building. Under the eyes of the students passing by, he folded himself into a spacious and elegant hall.

In the living room, there are two old men and a middle-aged scholar, both of whom are wearing regular shirts. Behind the desk, they are either reading or burying their heads in copying. , how come here?"

Jia Heng's expression turned strange, the doorman, Old Dong?

Originally, some serious and cautious thoughts were scattered.

"Gentlemen, this is the Mr. Jia that Mr. Song mentioned, who should be the scribe." The concierge explained.

The old man took a look at Jia Heng, looked at another middle-aged scholar, and said, "Brother Jun Ya."

Song Lushi, who was named Junya, put down the brush in his hand, looked up at Jia Heng, sized him up, and said, "But Mr. Jia Heng?"

Jia Heng stepped forward and said, "Jia Heng, born late, met Mr. Song."

While talking, hand in the recommendation letter.

Song Yuan nodded, took the recommended book, read it, met the curious eyes of the two old men, and said with a smile: "Last time, I mentioned to Zisheng that there is not enough manpower in the pavilion, and there are too many books to pay attention to, but he put it on the list." , come to help me solve my problems."

That's kind of close.

Han Hui's name is Zisheng. He has a lot of friends in the Imperial College, and his studies are not bad, so he has a good relationship with the supervisor, lecturer, and professor. Of course, the most important thing is that the current Imperial College Secretary is his uncle Yan Hong.

Such officials' children, as long as they are not arrogant and domineering, are basically social kings.

When the two old men heard that it was Han Hui who introduced them, they complimented them on their talent and stopped paying attention. The two of them were not like Song Yuan, and they were aggressive in their official careers. They might be more courteous to Han Cifu's son. , The two of them read and write in prison, enjoying leisure.

Song Yuan nodded to the concierge, signaling him to go back, but looked at Jia Heng, and said, "Young Master Jia, please come this way."

As he said, he came to a side hall, and when the two guests and the host were seated, they would often serve fragrant tea.

(End of this chapter)