I have a role in the heavens

Yingchun has a cowardly and silent character, and is tolerant in every possible way. This is a good opportunity to exercise and change her cold temperament.

Tanchun doesn't need to be tempered. He is smart, smart, courageous and brave, and is better than men. It's just because he has always been suppressed by Mrs. Wang, so he is cautious and restrains his sharpness.

Xichun is still young and has a withdrawn personality. She also needs to be tempered and change her temperament. Otherwise, it will be pitiful for her daughter to become a monk.

Jia Zheng was still a little hesitant after hearing this, wondering whether he should agree to this. After all, there were hundreds of people in the Rongguo Mansion, and there were many things and things to do, so it was not easy to manage.

Jia Chang looked at the hesitant Jia Zheng, sighed, straightened his expression, and said to Jia Zheng.

"Master, there is one more thing that I forgot to tell you!"

Jia Zheng was stunned when he heard this, his eyes stopped on Jia Chang's face, and he asked with a bit of curiosity.

"What's up?"

"Some time ago, I asked for a favor from His Majesty, and my eldest sister is about to be released from the palace!"

Jia Zheng was shocked when he heard this. He had no choice but to send Yuan Chun to the palace and spent a lot of money in order to avoid the decline of the family and preserve the overwhelming wealth and glory.

Now that Jia Chang has been granted the title of Marquis and General, there is no need to plan this matter anymore. Yuanchun has been suffering in the palace for many years. He is always worried and cautious every day, for fear that he will make a mistake and become a corpse in the palace the next day. The days are enough to drive a person crazy.

"Master won't blame me for making my own decisions, right?"

"Although your Majesty values ​​me very much when I am a young man and becomes a general, he is also more afraid of me. He will never let Sister Yuanchun become a concubine, otherwise His Majesty will have trouble sleeping and eating!"

"In this case, there is no point in eldest sister suffering in the palace!"

"As soon as I raised this matter, His Majesty readily agreed. Obviously, he had already thought about it. His Majesty was quite kind and granted the eldest sister the title of Princess Jingxian. The decree will be issued after she leaves the palace."

When Jia Zheng heard this, he exhaled a sigh of relief. His expression was complicated and he didn't know what to say.

"When the eldest sister leaves the palace and returns home, she can take a few sisters with her to manage the house. It shouldn't be a problem!"

When Jia Zheng heard this, he thought it was reasonable, so he accepted the suggestion and settled the matter for the time being. Sanchun will be the steward of the house for the time being.

"One more thing, the eldest sister has been granted the title of Princess Jingxian. The palace may have to build a separate courtyard, otherwise it may neglect the eldest sister's status as a princess. This matter also needs to be discussed with the Ningguo Mansion."

"I've looked at it. Starting from the east side, through the garden in the East Mansion, and turning to the north, the total measurement is accurate. It's three and a half miles wide, which is enough to build the princess's courtyard!"

Jia Chang thought of the Grand View Garden in the original work and raised the matter. This was also the court's regulation and etiquette and should not be ignored.

Jia Zheng did not object to this matter. He thought for a moment and then spoke.

"This matter is easy to handle. The two houses have not done any major construction work for many years. I will go to Dongfu to discuss it. Zhen'er will not disagree!"

After the matter was discussed, Jia Chang did not stay long, left Rongguo Mansion and returned to Wu'anhou Mansion.

The next day, Jia Zheng announced that Sanchun would be the temporary housekeeper, which caused a huge uproar and uproar. Even Sanchun himself was extremely surprised.

Jia Zheng didn't care about this, he still had things to do, so he went to Ningguo Mansion, discussed with Jia Zhen the construction of the princess's courtyard, and settled the matter.

Jia She, Jia Zheng, Jia Zhen, the old stewards of Contract, and several family friends, inspected the places of the two governments, renovated the palaces of other courtyards, and visited and managed the people. From then on, craftsmen and servants from all walks of life gathered together to move gold, silver, copper, tin, earth, wood, bricks and tiles without stopping. The shilling craftsmen demolished the walls and pavilions of Huifang Garden of Ning Mansion and moved directly into the east courtyard of Rong Mansion. All the servants' houses in the east of Rong Mansion have been demolished.

Originally, there was an alley between the two Ningrong mansions that was not connected, but this alley was also private land, not an official road, so it could be connected. Huifang Garden originally drew a stream of running water from under the north corner wall, so there was no need to go to the trouble of drawing fresh water.

Although the rocks and trees are not suitable, Jia She lives in the old garden of Rongfu, and the bamboos, trees, rocks, pavilions and railings can all be moved there. The two places are so close together that one can save a lot of money. Even if it is not enough, what can be added is limited. All thanks to an old Minggong, named Shan Ziye, who planned and built it.

Jia Zheng was not accustomed to secular affairs, so he relied on Jia She, Jia Zhen, Jia Lian, Lai Da, Lai Sheng, Lin Zhixiao, Wu Xindeng, Zhan Guang, Cheng Rixing and others to help him. Building mountains, digging pools, erecting towers and pavilions, planting bamboos and flowers are all things that correspond to the scenery, and there is also a mountain and wild system. I will have free time in the next court, but I will just visit various places and discuss the most important things with Jia She and others.

Jia She was lying at home, and there was something about the mustard beans. Jia Zhen and others might go back to the Ming Dynasty, or write a brief summary; or if they had something to say, they would call Jia Lian, Lai Da, and others to take orders. Jia Rong single-handedly made gold and silver vessels. Jia Qiang got up and went to Suzhou to hire teachers and girls. Jia Zhen, Lai Da and others went on to recruit people, open registration books, supervise the work, etc. They couldn't write a single word about it, but it was just that the chateau was very lively.

In just a few months, the villa has been built. The main entrance has five rooms. The upper roof is made of mud ridges, and the doors, railings, and windows are all finely carved with fresh patterns without vermilion paint. The walls are all painted with the same color, and the white stone platform is below. The rock is chiseled into the shape of passion flower. Looking left and right, there are snow-white powder walls, with tiger-skin stones underneath, which are built with the momentum. Sure enough, it does not fall into the gorgeous and cliché style. When you open the door, you can see a green peak blocking the front. Looking forward, you can see steep white rocks, which may look like ghosts or monsters. Wild beasts stand vertically and horizontally; the top is covered with moss and covered with wisteria, and a small trail of sheep intestines is exposed in it.

In the courtyard, you can see lush green trees, shining exotic flowers, and a clear stream that twists and turns from the depths of the flowers and trees into the gaps between the rocks. A few steps further, gradually towards the north, it is flat and wide, with flying buildings on both sides and carved embroidered thresholds, all hidden among the trees in the mountain col. Looking down, you can see the clear stream pouring snow, stone steps piercing the clouds, white stones as railings, surrounding the edge of the pool, the port of the stone bridge, the face of an animal holding vomit in its mouth, and a pavilion on the bridge. There may be a clear hall or a hut; some may be a pile of stones to form a wall, or some weaving flowers to make a roof; some may be the Youni Buddhist Temple at the foot of the mountain, or the alchemy room of a hidden maiden in the forest; some long corridors and winding caves, or square buildings and round pavilions, there are really thousands of them. The scene is magnificent.

The Grand View Garden was built, and the Ning and Rong mansions often visited and admired it. On this day, the sisters of the Rongguo mansion organized a poetry meeting and invited Jia Chang and Xiao Ruyi. Jia Chang happened to have nothing to do these days, so he agreed.

Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, Tanchun, Jia Baoyu, and a girl with a round face who loves to smile. She is outspoken, cheerful and bold, and looks a bit naughty. This person is Shi Xiangyun. She has just come to Rongguo Mansion to stay temporarily in the past few days. of.

Shi Xiangyun's parents died when she was still an infant, and she was raised by her uncle and aunt. She is the great-niece of Jia's mother, and is commonly known as Ms. Shi in Jia's family. Due to the financial constraints of the historian, she did not live the life of a noble lady; but she was open-minded, optimistic and unrestrained by nature, which made Jia Chang very fond of her.

Everyone gathered together to compose a poem with Begonia as the title and the time of one stick of incense. Jia Chang did not participate because he was a military general, but just acted as a referee.

As for Xiao Ruyi, this girl is stupid. Jia Chang spent a lot of energy and only taught her how to read and write. If she wants to write poems, there is no hope in this life, and she wants to be a referee.

Tanchun was quick in thinking, and in just a short moment, he wrote a poem and handed it over to the referee Jia Chang. After a while, Xue Baochai also wrote a poem. One after another, everyone wrote poems. Only Lin Daiyu and Shi Xiangyun were still a little behind. They didn't hand in their own poems until the incense was almost burned out.

Everyone sat in a group, and Jia Chang recited the poems written by everyone. Everyone selected the best poet. Jia Chang followed the order and first read the Begonia poem written by Tan Chun. His voice was clear and sweet, like a mountain stream. Clear and fascinating.

The cold grass in the setting sun covers the heavy door, and the green moss spreads over the basin after the rain.

Jade is the spirit that is difficult to compare with purity, while snow is the muscle and bone that is easy to ecstasy.

The beautiful heart is a little delicate and weak, and the beautiful shadow has traces of the third night of the moon.

Don't say that the immortal can become a feather, and accompany me to sing the dusk with passion.

After hearing this, everyone praised a few words one after another. Jia Chang read the poem written by Xue Baochai again. Xiao Ruyi sat aside and kept talking, staring at everyone with bright eyes, showing curiosity, but she couldn't listen either. Whether it's good or bad, she just watches the excitement. When others praise her, she will praise her, and when others applaud, she will also applaud. Her main purpose is to enhance the atmosphere, and she is very responsible.

Cherishing her beautiful appearance, she keeps the door closed during the day, and holds her own hand in the urn to fill the moss basin.

Rouge washes out the shadow of autumn, and ice and snow reveal the soul.

When it is extremely light, I know that the flowers are more beautiful. How can I find jade without a trace when I am sad?

If you want to repay Bai Di, you should be clean, but Tingting is silent and the sun is getting dark again.

Tanchun was quick in thinking and wrote poems very quickly, but his poems were not as subtle and rich as Xue Baochai's.

There was another burst of admiration from everyone, and Xiao Ruyi, who wanted to keep company, stuffed all the cakes in his hands into his mouth, bulging them, and patted them with his little hands, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more intense.

Jia Chang glanced at Xiao Ruyi, who was just showing off. The girl quickly showed a flattering smile. Jia Chang sighed, who knows that she is a stupid girl who was raised by herself. No matter how bad she is, she must be tolerant. He looked away and began to think of Jia Baoyu. Begonia poem.

Jia Baoyu was not a stupid person. He had an extraordinary memory, could see ten lines at a glance, was extremely intelligent, and was full of spirituality. It was a pity that he had not used it on the right path. He hated official career and economy. He was a rich and idle man, but he was very proficient in poetry and songs.

The autumn face reflects lightly on the double door, and the seven knots accumulate into a basin full of snow.

When I get out of the bath, the ice of Tai Zhen makes my shadow, and I hold the Xizi jade in my heart as my soul.

The morning breeze does not dissipate a thousand sorrows, and the Suyu adds a trace of tears.

Leaning alone on the painting railing, if you like, I will clear the anvil and complain about the flute to send off the dusk.

No wonder Jia Baoyu said that her daughter is made of water and has exquisite thoughts. Jia Baoyu is not as talented as Tanchun and Xue Baochai. The Begonia poems they wrote are not as noble as their artistic conception.

Jia Baoyu didn't care about this, but looked at Lin Daiyu expectantly, wanting to appreciate Sister Lin's masterpiece.

Jia Chang put Jia Baoyu's poem aside and looked at the paper in his hand. It was a pair of small regular script with hairpin flowers. The handwriting was graceful, delicate and lively, like a flower-arranging dancer, holding her hibiscus low, like a beauty on stage, a fairy playing shadows, and like a Red lotuses reflect the water, and clouds float on the green marsh.

"Good words!"

Jia Chang praised her in a low voice, which made Lin Daiyu smile and lower her head without saying a word. The most important thing was the tenderness, beauty and shyness of her lowered head.

Jia Chang looked at the Begonia poem written by Lin Daiyu and couldn't help but nodded secretly. His clear voice echoed in everyone's ears, clear and powerful.

The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, and the ice is crushed into earth and jade for the basin.

I stole three cents of the pistil's white color, and borrowed a wisp of the plum blossom's soul.

The immortal in the Moon Cave sews his silk gown, and the resentful girl in autumn wipes away the traces of her cry.

Who can I complain to in shame and silence? Tired of leaning against the west wind, the night is already dark.

This poem has a unique personality and style, which shows Lin Daiyu's arrogant character of despising the dirty world, her sentimental mood of loneliness, and her poetic talent.

Jia Chang looked up at Lin Daiyu and commented with a smile.

"Among the four of you, this poem is the most romantic and unique!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, Lin Daiyu indeed had a nine-aperture exquisite heart, a little more agile than others, which was impressive.

When Lin Daiyu heard Jia Chang's praise, she felt inexplicably happy in her heart. She had a bright smile on her beautiful and cold face, and there was no trace of her past self-pity and self-admiration.

"Brother Chang is so complimentary. I still haven't read Xiang Yun's poem. Maybe her Begonia poem is even better!"

Although Lin Daiyu said this, she did not think so in her heart and was confident that she would win the poetry championship this time.

Jia Chang was like a piece of wood, nodding in agreement. Shi Xiangyun's talent should not be underestimated. It was too early to say the outcome at this time.

Jia Baoyu understood his daughter's thoughts and said quickly.

"But I think there is no need to compare, this poem is the first!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed and looked at Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu jokingly. Jia Baoyu was extremely thick-skinned, proud and without any shyness.

Lin Daiyu looked at Jia Chang, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, inexplicably caring about Jia Chang's feelings, and seemed to be afraid that Jia Chang would misunderstand, so she spoke.

"Whether you are number one or not is not up to you, it still has to be based on the referee's evaluation!"

Jia Chang glanced at Lin Daiyu, remained silent, put the Begonia poem in his hand aside, picked up Shi Xiangyun's poem again, looked at it, and couldn't help but be startled, this poem was actually better than Lin Daiyu's poem. The poem reveals a sense of pride, satisfaction and gratitude, which is also Shi Xiangyun's character. Give it a little sunshine and it will shine!

The gods came to the capital yesterday and planted a pot of Lantian jade.

Of course Shuang'e prefers coldness, but if it weren't for Guan Qiannu, she would also leave her soul.

Where can Qiuyin bring out the snow? Rain stains add space marks.

But I like that the poet is tireless in chanting, so how can I spend the morning and dusk in loneliness?

The clear voice sounded again, with a free and easy voice that made people feel inexplicably cheerful.

"What a poem!"

Jia Chang looked at the smiling girl and said with great appreciation.

"This poem is more lively than Sister Xue's Begonia poem, and more heroic and broad-minded than Sister Lin's Begonia poem. It should be the best poem this time!"

Lin Daiyu looked at Jia Chang in astonishment. She didn't expect that Shi Xiangyun's poem was rated first in the face so quickly.

Lin Daiyu felt depressed in her heart, not because Shi Xiangyun won the poetry championship this time. She savored the poem carefully and felt that it was indeed better than herself and felt ashamed. But she was not happy in her heart because Jia Chang treated everyone equally and was fair and equitable.

If Jia Baoyu were to be the judge, even if Shi Xiangyun's Haitang poem was better, he would definitely think that Lin Daiyu's poem was the first, but when it comes to Jia Chang's case, it is different.

Jia Chang naturally didn't know what Lin Daiyu's daughter's family was thinking, so he said to everyone.

"Sister Shi should be the first in this poetry competition. Are you convinced?"

Everyone nodded, but Jia Baoyu shook his head and muttered.

"I still think Sister Lin's poems are the best!"

These words made Lin Daiyu a little embarrassed. She turned her head away from Jia Baoyu and avoided his gaze.

At this time, Xiao Ruyi had already eaten and drank enough, and he shouted.

"I also think Miss Lin's poems are the best!"

Jia Chang turned his head to look at Xiao Ruyi, glared at her hard, and said.

"Do you understand poetry? Just talk nonsense!"

Xiao Ruyi was not afraid of Jia Chang at all. She came to Lin Daiyu's side, hugged her arm, rubbed her little head, found a suitable position, and put her head on Lin Daiyu's shoulder, smiling. said.

"Looking at it from side to side, it looks like a ridge or a peak, with different heights and distances. I just like Miss Lin, and I say her poems are the best!"

When Lin Daiyu heard this, she finally laughed. She touched Xiao Ruyi's head with her slender white hands, rolled her eyes at Jia Chang, and said proudly.

"Xiao Ruyi is also a referee watching, she supports me, one to one draw!"

After saying that, Lin Daiyu couldn't help but laugh out loud. Feeling that she was childish, she turned to Shi Xiangyun and said.

"Sister Shi is well-deserved for her reputation as the greatest poet, and I feel inferior to her!"

After Xiao Ruyi's gag, Lin Daiyu's mood improved inexplicably. She lost her temper and smiled extremely brightly, as holy as the white lotus.

Tan Chun heard Lin Daiyu say this and joked.

"The sun didn't rise in the west today, which is surprising. Sister Lin is actually willing to admit defeat!"

Tanchun has been in charge of Rongguo Mansion for several months, and his personality has become much more cheerful. He is no longer as cautious as before, and is more lively and alert than before.

"That's nothing compared to the third sister. Now she is in charge of the huge Rongguo Mansion, and her voice is different, much higher than before!"

Lin Daiyu has a competitive temperament and does not want to suffer, so she also joked about Tanchun.

Having said this, Tanchun looked at Jia Chang gratefully. If it hadn't been for Jia Chang's suggestion that day, as a concubine, Tanchun would not have had the opportunity to be a housekeeper. Although she was tired during this period and had many things to deal with every day, But she learned a lot and understood how to manage things at home, which would be of great benefit to her in the future.

Not only has she been exploring the spring, welcoming the spring, but also enjoying the spring. She has also grown a lot in the past few months. After being tempered by things, her personality has become cheerful and lively. She is no longer as withdrawn and cowardly as usual, and has the air of a girl from the Duke's mansion.

Shi Xiangyun was also very happy to win Shigui and said.

"I'll be the host tomorrow. How about another poetry party?"

"Of course that's good, I'll definitely make the appointment!"

The sisters said happily, with smiles on their faces. These carefree days are what people yearn for the most.

Jia Chang knew that Shi Xiangyun was in a tight situation, so early the next morning, he ordered fresh crabs, several jars of fine wine, and various candied fruits and melons to be delivered.

After Shi Xiangyun returned, she remembered that she didn't have money to buy things, and it was difficult to ask Rongguo Mansion. She was at a loss and didn't know what to do. Jia Chang ordered someone to send things. He was really thoughtful and thoughtful, which made her indescribably grateful. .

This time Shi Xiangyun came up with a topic, and it was based on Yong Ju. Jia Chang was still the referee, and there was a little Ruyi who was beside him.

Jia Chang thought that there were too many chrysanthemum poems written by predecessors, which were a bit cliché, so he proposed to use chrysanthemum as the guest and people as the main theme. He drafted several titles, all with two words, one virtual word and one real word. Use the chrysanthemum character, and use the general character for the empty character. This is both a chrysanthemum chant and a poem about things. It has never been done before by predecessors, and it can't fall into the trap. Everyone thinks this is a good idea.

Shi Xiangyun also nodded, raised his hands in agreement, and spoke.

"This is a good idea, but I don't know which word to use? Brother Chang, do you have any ideas?!"