Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 538 Getting Married
A bowl of egg custard is a very common food in ordinary people's homes.

The Lin family is wealthy, and Daiyu is of noble status. They can have whatever they want to eat, so why would they care about a bowl of egg custard?

What she cares about is the person who makes egg custard for her!
Everyone in front of the door stared blankly at Jia Cong breaking the eggshells and cooking the stew.

This was the first time for most people to see Jia Cong cooking. This man was a nobleman who had both won the top six places in the imperial examination and made great achievements on the battlefield.

"He actually went to do the kitchen work!"

"He... He is a great Marquis of the Heirloom! Although he has been stripped of his title, but... Everyone knows that it is only temporary..."

"But he cooks for Princess Wen'an. If Princess Wen'an is willing to marry me, I am willing too!"

"Oh... Brother, you have such a beautiful thought...Princess Wen'an is a woman who combines wisdom and beauty. Who would not want that?"

At this time, most of the people standing at the gate watching the excitement were young people.

Whether they were scholars or warriors, after a brief moment of distraction, they soon began to feel jealous.

Daiyu is not like other noble ladies in the boudoir. Since she entered the court as an official, she has been appearing in public more and more often.

Basically, I don’t stay at home anymore, and even when I go out, I rarely wear veils or hats.

After all, she had to go to court and the government office, and it would not be polite to wear a veil and hat to deal with court officials.

Therefore, in the past, people only heard that the princess of the Lin family was like a fairy from heaven, but they had never seen her true appearance.

But as Daiyu went out more often, most of the young men in the capital had seen her true face.

This has caused countless people to regret...

If I had known earlier that the Lin family had such a talented and beautiful woman, I would have tried to ask for an imperial decree to grant her marriage!
It's a pity that Jia Cong, who was close to the water, got the moon first. When Daiyu just entered Rongguo Mansion, he had already started to lay out his plans...

Hey!
……

"Eh? Didn't they say that the wedding procession had already arrived at the gate? Why hasn't Jia Cong come in yet? Could he be blocked at the gate and unable to come in?"

The emperor came to be a father-in-law today, and he even specially prepared a gift for the new son-in-law, but no matter how long he waited, he never showed up.

Lin Ruhai was also puzzled. After all, whether it was reciting poems or competing in archery, Congge was an expert, so it shouldn't take so long.

"Your Majesty, Master, the son-in-law is preparing food for the young lady..."

Ok?
After the housekeeper Lin Lu inquired about the situation at the front gate, he immediately came in to report.

"It was the young lady who asked Her Royal Highness Princess Chun to set up the third level and ask the son-in-law to personally cook a bowl of egg custard for her!"

"Egg custard?"

Lin Ruhai's eyes turned red when he heard these three words.

The first time he learned the story of egg custard was when he was in Yangzhou City.

At that time, he was seriously ill and dying, and Daiyu hurried over from the capital and took care of him despite her illness.

At that time, it was Jia Cong who made the seemingly ordinary egg custard by himself every day, which helped his daughter, who had no appetite, to get through the most difficult times.

Later, he carefully asked Nanny Wang, who had always been with his daughter, and Nanny Wang told him in detail about his daughter's experiences in Rongguo Mansion in those years, and how everyone in Rongguo Mansion treated Daiyu.

Egg custard, an extremely common and ordinary food, has become my daughter's favorite.

What Daiyu loves is not the egg custard, but the person who is willing to make egg custard for her!

"This girl Yu'er... Oh, Brother Cong is so thoughtful!"

When Lin Ruhai uttered these words of emotion, two maids came to the door, each holding a tray with two bowls of egg custard on it, and were led into the front hall by Jia Shiyi himself.

"Your Majesty, Master, my son-in-law said, as the saying goes, a horse has its reins lowered, a dog has its grass spread out, trampling the streets, a loving crow returns its parents' kindness. It is hard to repay a father's kindness, and a son-in-law is like a son. Now I will cook a meal to show his determination to return his parents' kindness."

The guests in the front hall looked at the two bowls of egg custard, ordinary food. If it was placed in front of them in the past, they would have felt that it was not worthy of their noble status.

But now they are all envious. Why didn’t God give them such a filial son-in-law?

The emperor picked up the bowl of egg custard and was about to put it into his mouth, and Xia Shouzhong on the side didn't have time to stop him.

The food in my mouth… This is the Lin Mansion. The person who made this bowl of egg custard was still Jia Cong. Oh, forget it, let it be.

The taste of the egg custard is quite light, and accompanied by chopped green onions, it immediately stimulated the emperor's taste buds.

He finished the small amount of egg custard in just a few bites and even praised it.

"This cooking skill is much better than the imperial chef in the palace! I accept this son-in-law!"

Of course, it was impossible for the emperor to accept his son-in-law just because of a bowl of egg custard.

While everyone in the front hall was praising Jia Cong's filial piety, Lin Ruhai whispered to the emperor the story behind the egg custard.

Although Daiyu did not suffer any substantial bullying in the Rongguo Mansion, the emperor had a deep understanding of the life of living in fear under someone else's roof.

He was a bastard's son. Even if he was a prince, he had a favored lady named Zhen above him, who was the most favored in the six palaces. Wasn't he the same in the beginning?

"The girl has been wronged! Fortunately, Jia Cong is here. It's no wonder that Wen An had to set up this hurdle today."

The biggest difference between the current emperor and the kings of all dynasties is that he values ​​two words most when dealing with people: sincerity!

When he hates someone, he wants to tear out his tendons and skin him alive.

When he takes a fancy to someone, he always puts himself in his shoes and considers the person.

Although Daiyu said she was his adopted daughter, the emperor treated her as more than just his own daughter.

This is an extraordinary woman who has ambitions that no man has, and she has enough wisdom to realize her ambitions.

Apart from anything else, the implementation of compulsory education has enlightened the people and cultivated talents for the country, and Daiyu has made an indelible contribution.

That is why he repeatedly elevated Daiyu's status, even surpassing that of his own daughter.

"Issue an order. My daughter Wen'an has made great contributions to enlightening the people and cultivating talents for the country by offering advice and suggestions. I will confer her the title of Princess Wen'an, the guardian of the country, with a fief of 2,000 households and the Seven Phoenix Crown!"

……

Bata, bah...

Daiyu's bowl of egg custard was almost finished with her tears.

The lady historian, Baochai and others standing by couldn't persuade her no matter what they did.

"Oh my girl, don't cry today. The son-in-law is coming to the door, what can you do if your makeup is ruined by crying? Please trouble Madam He and Madam He to quickly touch up the girl's makeup...Xueyan, Zijuan, block the door, don't let the son-in-law in!"

Nanny Wang hurriedly brought some warm water to help Daiyu wash and dress up.

Nushi and Baochai immediately took action, urging Daiyu to wash away the tears on her face and prepare to put on her makeup again.

Everyone else was extremely anxious, but Daiyu burst into laughter through tears.

"Even if I don't put on makeup, I'll just be bare-faced. Can Cong still reject me?"

She is just so proud. With her appearance as Lin Daiyu and the relationship she has had with Congge'er over the years, she is confident that Congge'er will marry no one else in this life!
Baochai stretched out her fingers and gently pinched Daiyu's pretty face.

"It's you, Congge. Who else would dare to say this? Why do you insist that Congge pour soup for you in front of so many people?"

The female guests in the boudoir were all twisting their handkerchiefs in envy.

Baochai's marriage is enviable enough. Even He Chong would not make a bowl of egg custard for Baochai.

It can be seen that nowadays, if a man is willing to cook a bowl of rice for his woman, it is an enviable boudoir joy.

Alas, how come such a good man was taken home by the girl from the Lin family!

"Sister Lin, I'm here to marry you!"

Outside the door, Jia Cong's excited yet nervous shouts were heard, and a group of people cheered and applauded.

The historian was still putting the finishing touches on Daiyu's makeup. Baochai whispered a few words in Princess Chun'er's ear. The little girl immediately nodded with sparkling eyes, then ran to the door and shouted outside.

"Brother-in-law, don't worry. Sister Lin said that brother-in-law is the top six. If you want to marry her today, you must have six poems to open this door..."

"Writing poetry, that's easy! I'll go first..."

Jia Cong's groomsmen today are truly a group of talented men in both civil and military fields. Baochai immediately heard her husband He Chong start to sing.

"She was too shy to leave the dressing table, so the maid put a nine-bead hairpin around her.

I would like to tell those who are tired of putting on makeup, “Put on some rouge and powder lightly to learn how to be lazy.”

"color!"

Everyone cheered and He Chong bowed to express his gratitude.

Then Baoyu stepped forward, fanning himself with a paper fan, and said, "Today, my cousin is going to marry into the Jia family. I, her cousin, will write a poem to congratulate her on her wedding!"

"Every ten steps away, the music of the flute echoes through the blue sky, and my heavy makeup is powerless in the long night.

I am ashamed to let others test my double eyebrow, so I leave it for you to draw after you see it."

"color!"

Master Bao's talent for poetry is truly well-known throughout the capital.

The words "leave it to Conglang for later use" completely ignited the atmosphere outside the boudoir.

As soon as Baoyu finished singing, another talented man immediately followed.

"I tried to hold back my laughter when I painted the mandarin ducks, but now they resemble phoenixes.

"Leave the group of immortals to pay homage to the Queen Mother, I have heard the blue bird announce Cong Lang."

……

Six people wrote six poems in a row urging the girls to get dressed, without a single pause.

After Daxia experienced the abundant military virtue during the Zhaowu period, the most obvious sign of the arrival of a prosperous era was the emergence of young men with amazing poetic talent.

The cultural and elegant style of the Yuanyou Dynasty has gradually reached a peak unprecedented in history.

The young generation of talented people, headed by Jia Cong, not only have amazing literary talent, but also value both civil and military skills.

If there is another martial arts competition today, it might even happen that there will be a big competition in front of Daiyu's boudoir.

However, after six poems urging her to get ready, the door of Daiyu's boudoir had not yet been opened.

"These six poems were written by others, so they don't count! My brother-in-law has to write the poem himself, or I won't open the door."

In fact, Daiyu had already put on her makeup. When she was about to ask someone to open the door, she saw Baochai holding a pen and writing, and smiling at her.

"Why rush? Anyway, it's still early, and we finally have the chance. Don't you want to listen to Cong'er's new poems?"

Congge's new poems?
That is indeed a rare opportunity!
Since Congge'er entered the officialdom, he has rarely written poetry.

In his words, poetry is a minor art and is of no great use to the country or the people.

Daiyu agreed with this statement, but as a young woman with a literary bent, she still looked forward to Congge writing more poems so that she could appreciate them carefully...

Jia Cong was scratching his head at this moment. To be honest, the feeling of being a plagiarist was both refreshing and awkward.

However, in order to marry Sister Lin home today, I have to apologize to my predecessors.

"Sister Lin, please wait a moment. I'm going to urge you to put on your makeup..."

Jia Cong took a step forward and knocked on the boudoir door. "It is said that you should adjust your rouge under the candlelight, but don't act like a fool in front of the mirror. You don't need to put on too much makeup on your face, but leave your eyebrows for the painter."

As soon as one song ended, another one was sung: "I don't know what night it is, I urge you to get close to the mirror on the balcony. Who said that lotus is planted in water, only a branch blooms in the bronze mirror."

……

"The jade clock trickles down the clear Milky Way, and the new magpie bridge is just beginning to be built.

Since the bride is urging her to get dressed, she has to compose a poem, and the phoenix and the luan will sing to welcome her early.

The precious chariot stopped at the colorful clouds and arrived at the top of Penglai by mistake.

Now that I have ascended to the royal palace, I have been able to pick the flowers, and I will forever follow the wind and thunder with my mortal bones. "

"It's settled! It turns out that Sister Lin has to help. Otherwise, where can I get a new collection of poems?"

Baochai carefully blew dry the ink on the paper and winked at Daiyu.

The noble ladies standing by finally reacted and began to praise today's twelve poems urging people to get ready.

Who wouldn't love good poetry, especially this group of literary young women? They all clamored to Baochai that she must give them a copy.

Almost all the noble ladies in the room were from the top noble families of the dynasty, so Baochai would naturally not miss the opportunity to make friends with them.

While busy preparing to send Daiyu to get married, he also responded to the requests of the noble ladies.

With a creaking sound, the women retreated behind the screen.

Jia Cong finally walked in and saw Daiyu sitting by the bed with a round fan covering her face.

"Sister Lin, I'm here to marry you!"

……

In the sixth year of Yuanyou, Jia Cong made a promise in Yangzhou to marry Daiyu as a third place winner in the imperial examination.

In the eleventh year of Yuanyou, five years had passed, and Jia Cong had passed the imperial examination with six top marks and was awarded the title of marquis, exceeding his promise.

Lin Ruhai looked at his two children kneeling in front of him, and the emotion in his heart made him speechless.

The parents of the Lin family in Changzhou, Suzhou, and the guests who came to congratulate today, all marveled at the excellence of these two children.

"Ahem...son-in-law..."

Lin Ruhai was so overwhelmed with emotion that he forgot to speak for a moment, but the other father-in-law spoke first.

The emperor had no intention of snatching away Lin Ruhai's identity as his biological father. He called Jia Cong, and Xia Shouzhong behind him respectfully took out a roll of imperial edict with colorful dragon patterns.

"Today you are marrying my daughter, so I cannot let her down... So... Otomo, announce the decree!"

Xia Shouzhong immediately stepped forward and opened the imperial edict.

"The Minister of Imperial Household Department Jia Cong received the order..."

The people in the room were startled, and then they all stood up from their chairs and bowed respectfully.

Jia Cong was dumbfounded. "Your Majesty, I'm getting married today. What are you doing?"
However, despite his surprise, he still kowtowed to the emperor respectfully: "I accept your order!"

"The imperial edict says: I have often heard that a minister should serve the monarch with loyalty, and the monarch should treat his minister with sincerity. It is the way of a monarch to reward those who have made contributions. Now there is a loyal minister Jia Cong, who has repeatedly offered good advice... The country has pacified the Tibetan rebellion in the south, conquered the Russians in the west, and conquered both the internal affairs and the external conquests, all of which are due to your contributions. Therefore, I restore your title of Yongfeng Marquis, and I also decree that your wife Lin be named the Lady of Yongfeng Marquis..."

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　I’ll stop here tonight and continue tomorrow. Good night!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)