Yingchun is the son of destiny [Red Mansion]

Jia She said with a wry smile the reason.

It turned out that although Jia Amnesty was only taking a false position, he was still in Beijing, and he needed to attend events such as the Great Court Meeting.

This alone is enough to make it difficult for countless Beijing officials to leave Beijing.

Furthermore, the nobles in the capital colluded with local officials with real power... This charge is very troublesome.

Not to mention the frailty of the body, Jia Mu's attitude, New Year's ceremony and other trivial troubles.

After Jia Amnesty finished speaking, Mrs. Xing was out of her mind - she didn't quite understand, Wang Momo's expression remained unchanged, and Daiyu was still in a trance.

Only Yingchunzai listened carefully, and then said: "What's the difficulty? Since you can't leave the capital, please ask the higher-ups to approve a leave note, and then leave the capital."

Everyone: "Huh?"

Yingchun calmly pointed at the book "The Doctrine of the Mean", and said, "Didn't Uncle Lin prepare all the reasons for asking for leave for my father?"

Jia She understood in an instant!

Without further ado, he immediately copied the book with the dry annotations in his pocket, ordered the sedan chair to be prepared outside, and he had already moved into the back room, and ordered concubine Ji to help him change into holy clothes.

Mother Wang's expression changed a little.

She didn't expect Jia Amnesty to make a decision so swiftly and resolutely!

In a short while, the completely new Jia She took the book out of Jia's mansion with Nanny Wang. He sent a message to Prince Teng, who was in charge of the imperial guards in the capital, and wrote a note asking for permission from Rongguo Mansion. Pass it in to the gatekeeper.

Gatekeeper: Isn't it really disrespectful to just give a note?

Since it was from the Jia family and related to the Wang family by marriage, he bit the bullet and handed it in.

After a while, a father-in-law greeted Jia She with a happy face and bowed to Jia She: "General Lao Jia has been waiting for a long time, and the Sa family will take you in."

Jia She nodded and entered the palace gate under the surprised eyes of the guards.

After walking for a long time, they arrived at the resplendent palace, but they didn't go in, instead they turned into the side hall.

Jia Amnesty didn't dare to look up, so he accepted his head and bowed.

After a while, the emperor could hear a sneer: "You know how to use allusions."

Jia She said: "I'm ashamed, I'm not much better than my grandfather in reading and writing. I can't write the psaltery. I can only learn from my grandfather."

Back then, Rong Guogong earned merits with swords and guns, but he couldn't understand writing and ink, so when the world was at peace, he often wrote a note directly on some small things and handed it to Gaozu.

The emperor said: "You guy, don't you even have a clearer who can help you write paperwork?"

... not really.

Jia She was of a low rank and did not have the right to hand over the memorial directly.He usually just stays in the mansion and doesn't care about anything, so naturally he doesn't have any place to write paperwork.

Seeing Jia She's expression on his face, the emperor briefly recalled the glory of the four kings and eight officials in civil and military affairs, and felt a little dissatisfied.

In his harem, there is also a niece Jia She who works as a female historian beside the queen. If I remember correctly, her name is Yuanchun. Her father Jia Cunzhou is Yuanwailang.

Then there is nothing around this Jia Enhou?

The emperor couldn't help remembering a family matter again, and asked again: "I heard people say that the elders and children in your Rongguo mansion are out of order, the second house lives in the main house, and the long house avoids living in the side courtyard, is there anything wrong?"

"Half-truth, half-false," Jia Amnesty said sincerely, "The side courtyard where the minister lives is the boundary of the original Rongguo Mansion, and it can be regarded as the main house. Cun Yifang lives behind the main house, and does not live in the main house. .”

Under the interested eyes of the emperor, Jia She finished the sentence: "It is true that Cun Yi's house is closer to the main house, but it has nothing to do with the disorder of seniority."

"Very good," the emperor nodded, and then got to the point, "You came to the palace in such a hurry, why?"

Jia Amnesty couldn't figure out why the emperor asked about the living conditions in the mansion, but he had a kind of open-mindedness in his heart: since the emperor has entered the next topic, let's follow the emperor's pace.

So Jia Amnesty sent Lin Ruhai to "The Doctrine of the Mean", repeating what Wang Nanny said, without concealing anything, and even submitted the book.In the end, it was just a little light: he wanted to take the Lin family daughter to Yangzhou.

After flipping through the book, the emperor threw the book on the table and laughed loudly: "Just for this?"

"This is enough for Yushi to join me in making friends with foreign ministers."

The emperor looked at Jia She more than once.

"Forget it, you go to Yangzhou and ask Lin Tanhua about the Four Books and Five Classics, I agree."

Jia Amnesty knelt down to thank you.

"One more word for me, the waves are so rough that the helmsman is powerless, and the ship capsizes."

"Yes."

The official business was finished in a few or two sentences, and the emperor picked up the rice paper on which the annotations were copied, and on it was the small script written by Yingchun.

A picture of characters is pretty good, but unfortunately the first character at the beginning is circled, and it loses its collection value all of a sudden.

"Enhou said earlier that it was your daughter who solved the riddle first?"

"Yes, it's called Yingchun, and it's being raised under the knees of our ancestors."

The emperor ordered his father-in-law, who was waiting on him, to collect the calligraphy and return it together with the book to Jia Amnesty, and said: "It's not bad."

After Jia Amnesty left the palace, he was still a little dazed. After getting into the sedan chair, he was hit by the heater, only to realize that his back was already sweating.

He's actually taking an adventure this time.Under normal circumstances, the Holy Majesty would never allow him to be a mere first-class general—or Xu Jue—to come to have an audience. As a last resort, he could only borrow the favor of his ancestors and show his noble hands with Wang Ziteng.

In the sedan chair, he was more relieved.

He didn't summon Wang Momo who was waiting at the gate of the palace, and even had the leisure to ask his cheap daughter, and laughed at Lin Ruhai's little tricks.

...As expected of the Holy Majesty.

Now that he had received the sage's order, after returning home, Jia Amnesty ordered the servant girl to carefully pack up the belongings that were to be taken to Yangzhou, and went to Jia Mu's to explain in person.

Jia's mother was still unhappy anyway: "Min'er is gone, do you still have the heart to take Yu'er away from me?" I heard that it was the meaning of the Holy Majesty, and it was related to the "man's business" of officialdom. , she couldn't speak well.

Nowadays, filial piety is emphasized, but the saying "father dies and sons" is not thrown into the corner.

No matter how dissatisfied Jia Mu was, no matter how reluctant she was to give up, she could not reach out to Rongguo Mansion.

After all, there was a hasty parting, and Daiyu also shed a few tears, but after all, it was overshadowed by the joy of "seeing her father soon".

Yingchun also helped Mrs. Xing tidy up the furniture and gather the clothes and other things to take.In the evening, when we had dinner together, we saw that Baoyu had heard the news.

Tanchun joked: "I thought Baoyu would cry and make a scene when he heard the news of Miss Lin's departure, but I didn't expect it to be so quiet."

Baoyu raised a pair of hazy tears and sighed: "What's the use of making trouble?"

The ending was long and bitter, and Tanchun choked on these words, and almost choked on his saliva.

Baoyu was still sitting under Jia Mu's seat, and Jia Mu hugged her as soon as she spoke.He didn't care about his own sorrow, so he comforted Baoyu first: "I want to see Miss Lin in the future, so I will invite her to come!"

There was no joy on Baoyu's face, but he didn't want to make the ancestor feel too sad, so he reluctantly nodded in agreement.

The matter of Jia Amnesty taking Daiyu to Yangzhou, after all, was said by the emperor himself, and Jia's mother could not stop her, she could only wait and see.

How could she not see that Baoyu was depressed?

But Lin Daiyu's surname is Lin in the final analysis, so she can only divert the topic to another place: "Xie'er, clean up carefully so that you can go before your death, that's all. Baoyu, how are you studying at home today?"

Baoyu said: "I'm on vacation today. I only wrote ten pages of big characters in the room, flipped through two books, and memorized a short paragraph."

Jia Mu teased him to carry it.

As soon as Baoyu finished reciting, the little maid at the door lifted the curtain for Daiyu.

Baoyumu looked at Daiyu blankly for a moment.

Daiyu looked back in surprise, thinking in her heart that he was probably about to fall into a daze again.That's right, I don't know when I'll be back!

Everyone was silent for a while, only looking at Bao Dai and the two, the aloes in the incense burner quietly exuded a delicate fragrance.

Baoyu opened his mouth, looking very awkward, the light in his eyes was full of sincerity, "Sister Lin, you... wish you a safe journey."

Daiyu nodded heavily: "Okay."

Afterwards, the two had nothing to say, they just kept looking at each other, there seemed to be a thousand words in their eyes, and it was hard to say in the end.

It was Jia's mother who clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Bao'er is becoming more and more sensible and well-behaved." She said and rubbed Baoyu's hair.

Everyone hurriedly followed, chattering about other topics.

Yingchun listened, secretly wondering.

Today's Baoyu looks different from the previous life.

Could it be because of the dim psychic gem in his hands?

[Your instinct is right.The psychic gem is the root of fate, and now it has been wiped out, and it really depends on you how your life will go in the future. ]

[knew. ] Yingchun agreed.

Jia Amnesty was also very swift and resolute in handling things, and when the mansion was about to become flustered, he suppressed it forcefully.Soon, each family of servants performed their duties, the same, and there was no mistake.

Within a few days, Jia Amnesty took Daiyu and supplies to Yangzhou while the river was still not frozen.

In Rongguo Mansion, Yingchun still stayed in an orderly manner.

However, the Ning Mansion sent a message, inviting the master of the He Mansion to come to the Ning Mansion to play and enjoy the old chrysanthemums and new plums.

When the daughter-in-law of the Ning Mansion came, Sanchun and Li Wan were sitting around in a warm room in Baosha. Yingchun embroidered purses, Tanchun turned chess records, Xichun read, and Li Wan sewed clothes. It was peaceful and peaceful, almost making people sleepy. .

Tanchun Xiaoxiao yawned, and said, "Although chrysanthemums and plum blossoms are nothing to look at, at least they get together to have fun and have fun."

Yingchun smiled slightly: "I heard that Xiangling looks a lot like Rong's daughter-in-law from Ningfu. I also want to take a look. I just took a look from a distance before."

"What's so interesting?" Xichun said, closed the book with a "snap", and ordered Ruhua to put the book away.

She also got up by herself, and said again: "I'm tired, I'll go back and lean." After speaking, she pulled off her cloak and left.

The cold wind outside was blocked by the gold-tea silk screen, and the room was only a little colder, but it soon became warm again.

Tanchun seemed to be recovering from being frozen, and said in a daze, "I've never seen her wanting to see the Ning Mansion to such an extent before."

The author has something to say: just give a note. This allusion belongs to Qin Qiong and Li Shimin. They are relatively close and don't bother to write a format memorial, so they just pass a note.It’s even like this when recommending people... I don’t know if it’s unofficial history, but whatever (hey), I borrowed it~