Battle of the Red Chamber Ring III

Everyone around was still asleep early in the morning. Aunt Zhao called for someone to get up, and the old mother ordered people to clean up. When she turned around, she saw Jia Huan wearing a bright red single-sided jacket with black fox fur, Aunt Zhao's new silver ring is hung around the neck, with the black jade that Jia Zheng gave in the middle clasped, two silver rings are also hung on the hands, and high boots embroidered with gold are worn on the feet.

"Mother, are you awake?" Jia Huan's complexion was indeed not very good, the old mother thought, why didn't everyone think that Master Huan's complexion was wrong before, it was so pale that there was no trace of blood.This time, most of his face was covered in the raised fur collar, which was even more obvious.

"Of course I got up, young master, why don't you sleep a little longer." The old nanny walked up to Jia Huan, and stretched out her hand to hold Jia Huan's hand, which felt a little cold. "It's just that we didn't set off until noon, the young master got up so early, how could he get sick from the cold."

Aunt Zhao has been worrying about Jia Huan ever since she heard that Jia Huan was not in good health. It happened that it was Chinese New Year again. Started packing up early.

Jia Huan passed through the busy crowd, carefully avoiding the servants who almost bumped into her, and stepped into Aunt Zhao's room. She was afraid that the cold in the temple would even be covered by the quilt, let alone the one she just bought. It is said that he took the leather to the temple and sewed it for Jia Huan himself, and put the pots and pans for washing and so on.

"I wrote a letter to your father last time. Your father said that since he was not in good health, he might as well go back half a year later. He only told you to keep the letter and wait until the next year. I know that you are a sensible person." , Waiting for us to come back from the New Year in the temple, you put down those books for the time being, and take good care of your body, it is true." Seeing Jia Huan, Aunt Zhao hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her in her arms, touching Putting his face into his arms, Mrs. Tang, who had been ordered to be brought, was said.

One year earlier and one year later were just a formality, Jia Huan knew it in his own mind, and nodded after listening to Aunt Zhao's words: "Mother has greeted the abbot in the temple, they can welcome outsiders in the temple. Check in?"

"I didn't want to at first, but I agreed to it after hearing that it was your reason, and I put in some incense money. I just told us not to disturb the distinguished guests inside. When we get to the temple, don't wander around." Aunt Zhao carefully instructed After reading it again, Yuzhi from the outside came in to report: "Auntie, grandma, everything is packed, Manager Chun asked the servant to come and ask you if you want to leave earlier."

Jia Huan heard that Manager Chun was still a little unclear, and looked up at Aunt Zhao: "It's Chun Geng in your yard. I thought he was good, so I let him do it. It's just that there are more chores on weekdays." After speaking, he turned his head. Pointing to Yu, "tell everyone to get on the carriage and leave earlier and arrive earlier." Then he pulled Jia Huan up and walked out together.

Along with Aunt Zhao's carriage, Jia Huan's carriage, the servant girls' carriage, and another carriage with luggage, the four carriages slowly set off towards Jiming Temple.No one else said a word along the way, and when they reached the mountain in the evening, Jia Huan jumped out of the carriage with his clothes in his arms. Looking at the majestic building in front of him, he was dazzled for a while. Just join hands together: "The one who came is Master Jia."

Aunt Zhao hurriedly said yes, and the little monk smiled and said, "Master arranged for Master Jia to live in the back mountain. There are two rows of houses for pilgrims there. Please go with the little monk." He put his hands together and bowed again , turned and walked ahead.

The trees here are all soaring into the sky. Jia Huan found that he had to look up to see the crown of the trees, covering the sky and the sun. Although it is winter, the leaves are evergreen, which is very rare. There are high walls around the temple, golden yellow Yes, a few sweeping monks could be seen on the way, and everyone bowed when they saw them.

"There are few people in the temple, and they are self-sufficient in daily food. There is a stove on the right side of the house, and the benefactors can use it by themselves, but you need to chop the firewood yourself." The little monk said goodbye to Jia Huan and others when they arrived at the place. Aunt Zhao chose the middle one for Jia Huan, she herself was on his right, Chun Geng and others were on Jia Huan's left, and the rest of the servants were on Chun Geng's left.Everyone packed up all the things, without the lady who cooked, Aunt Zhao rolled up her sleeves and went to the battle in person, but after waiting for a stick of incense, the fire was not lit, the old mother sighed and persuaded Aunt Zhao to go back to the house, and Then he called for the autumn harvest, cooked four dishes, served a portion to Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan, and the rest of the servants used a portion.

On the first night in the temple, Jia Huan lost another tooth, this time at the bottom. Early the next morning, he sneaked out of the room, trying to throw the tooth on the roof of the Daxiong Hall in the temple. Because this is the highest place he has found.He calculated the distance and took two steps back to try to throw it away, but it was unsuccessful. He lowered his head and searched for a long time before finding it. Then he took a few steps back and was about to throw it away when he bumped into someone on his back. Jia Huan turned his head , found that the other party was an old monk with a gray beard and a bald head.

"Master is well." Jia Huan silently held his teeth in the palm of his hand, and bowed respectfully to the monk with palms together.

"The little benefactor is well." The monk looked kindly, even though he had no expression on his face, he seemed to be smiling, "The little benefactor came to the Daxiong Hall early in the morning, so it can be seen that he is sincere. Why don't you tell the poor monk and see what you are asking for?"

"I just want to throw my teeth on the eaves. They say that the teeth will not be crooked." Jia Huan looked at the monk and thought it was very rare. different.

The old monk nodded, and stretched out his hand to Jia Huan. Jia Huan looked at the old monk in surprise, turned his head to think for a while, and passed the thing in his hand, a small milky white tooth.The monk took a step back, stretched out his hand and threw the tooth on it. After a while, the white dot flashed in the air and hit the eaves without falling off.

"Going up." Jia Huan put his hand above his eyes, squinted slightly to see the parabola his teeth drew in the air, and made sure that the thing didn't fall down again.

The old monk put his hand on Jia Huan's head, and silently recited a sentence of Amitabha: "You have a predestined relationship with my Buddha, little benefactor, if you are bored, you can come to me. I live in front." Jia Huan looked at the hut for a while, nodded, waved to the old monk, and ran away.

When they came, there were still three days before the New Year's Eve, and when it was the night of the New Year's Eve, there were more people in the temple. Jia Huan didn't want to mingle with people, so he went to the old monk's place every day to listen to his lectures. I feel a little more comfortable than before, but I don't know where I am comfortable.Waiting for the New Year's Eve, everyone in the temple was waiting in full force. Just after the midnight bell, a swarm of people rushed to buy the first incense for the first day of the New Year.

Aunt Zhao thought that Jia Huan was not in good health, so she didn't let him go. She just invited a Bodhisattva in her room, pulled Jia Huan to kneel and kowtow three times, while she walked down the stairs to the top of the mountain. , Knocking up three steps at a time, the top of the mountain is not far away, Jia Huan also counted only more than 1000 steps, but Aunt Zhao was stunned for a whole morning, he thought of coming together, so he also knelt down Kowtow down, Aunt Zhao kowtows once, and he kowtows once, and the two of them went up slowly. When they arrived at the Ten Thousand Buddha Cave, Aunt Zhao knelt in front of the Buddha and covered her face, muttering something.

Looking at the golden Buddha statue, Jia Huan might have fainted just now, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The benefactor is so sincere, the poor monk can point the way for the benefactor." Aunt Zhao was kowtowing, when a monk came out from there. Jia Huan found that it was the old monk he knew. He wore the dark blue coarse cloth monk robe, but changed into a golden and red cassock.There were several elders in a temple but only one abbot. He suddenly remembered that the only one who could live in front of the Daxiong Hall was the abbot.

"Abbot, please show me the way." Seeing the old monk, Aunt Zhao stepped forward and knelt down.

Kneeling to a Bodhisattva is fine, but kneeling to a person is quite a problem. Jia Huan felt a little awkward, but after all kneeling at home to the master, Jia Mu was used to kneeling. Now Aunt Zhao pulled her and knelt down in front of the old monk.

"Your son is not easy to raise. He was born to kill a lot. He will have a catastrophe when he is pregnant in ten months. Although he will have a catastrophe when he is four or five years old, he will be helped by noble people. When he is seven or eight years old, he will have a catastrophe. Fortunately, your son is hard-headed and refuses to accept it. If you want him to live a long and safe life, you have to give up." The old monk spoke slowly, and his eyes fell on Jia Huan's hair.

Aunt Zhao hurriedly said: "I would like to ask Master to advise, as long as Huan'er is safe and sound, I am willing to shorten my life." After all, she is a woman, and the abbot talked about her heart. I did fall when I was a month old, and it hurt all night. The imperial doctor couldn't tell, but I didn't expect to wait until the next day and stay there. Since then, the wife has a little more hatred for her stomach.

"As long as you are willing to keep him in the temple for a year and wait for you to come and pick him up again next year, you can ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life. Although there are twists and turns, his life will not be harmed, but the succession of future generations is really not enough. "The old monk sighed, stroked his beard and said again, "He has killed too much in his life, so he must do more good deeds. When you go back, you will go to the streets and alleys to give porridge once every first day of the new year. You only need a bucket of rice at a time. Just finish."

Aunt Zhao hurriedly nodded and said yes, and pulled Jia Huan over and knelt down to kowtow a few times, the old monk walked back slowly, sat in the corner and knocked on the wooden fish.

Jia Huan followed Aunt Zhao out of the cave. From the top of the mountain, she watched the continuous flow of people from the foot of the mountain to the entrance of the temple in the mountain. I don’t know whether this monk is effective or not, but even if there is a one in ten thousand chance, my mother wants to try it. When I get home, I will order Chun Geng to ask the doctor to go up the mountain to prescribe you. Is staying here better than that? There are even fewer people in the courtyard planning, this temple was originally forbidden for others to enter, this time if your father hadn't asked for a note from King Beijing, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to enter either."

She touched Jia Huan's face: "Mother didn't want to tell you originally, because your father didn't want you to know. Although I don't know his thoughts, I know yours. You are the most filial. Mother, just stay in the temple for a year, okay?"

"But if this is the case, I won't be able to take the township examination next year. If I can't get the honor, I will have to wait another three years." Jia Huan looked at Aunt Zhao and said his original plan: "I originally thought about next year. If you pass the examination as a scholar, if you don’t go next year, you can only take the provincial examination at the age of 14.”

"That's good. Let me make this decision this time. If the master asks, everything is my idea." She held her son's head in her arms, and carefully used her son's head. His face was pressed against the top of Jia Huan's head.

The author has something to say: (⊙v⊙) Well~ I’m here to update again

So continue to gossip, if Kangxi is a good emperor, Qianlong is a good emperor, and both of them are more prominent on the battlefield, Yongzheng is really aggrieved

In his hands, there is almost no victory in fighting Zhungeer.

However, in terms of governing the country, whether it is the distribution of the land into the mu or the reform of the land to return it to the local people, it is all about the lives of the grassroots people.Yongzheng has a very strong memory and a very keen eye. He knows the government affairs of the country like the palm of his hand and he is very clear about the ability of his chief governor.

Yongzheng reigned for only 13 years, and died in August of the 13th year of Yongzheng.About his death, it's actually very strange, there are rumors that he was murdered, because before that, he was in very good health--

Of course, as a ruthless person, he has too many enemies, if he really dies suddenly, it can only be said to be cause and effect

The prototype of the emperor in the Dream of Red Mansions is actually Yongzheng, and the Supreme Emperor is Kangxi 00 But how to say, in the setting of my novel, the years of his reign are directly extended, so the emperor is just a handsome man in his thirties Uncle! !

This is very important, it is related to the next pit of wood, ~memeda~ love you guys