novelonline Chapter 141 Jia Heng Zhang Jing
Chapter 141 Jia Heng Zhang Jing
Chapter 141 Jia Heng returns to Beijing
In Honor Hall——
Tan Chun watched intently, his bright eyes sparkling, and he couldn't help murmuring.
the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero……
It has to be said that "Linjiang Immortal", as the opening words of the magnificent epic of the Three Kingdoms period, is really fit to the extreme.
Even Miss Gonghou Qianjin, who wrote the words "just know a few words, don't be blind" like Jia's mother, with average literary accomplishment, can feel the kind of generous and heroic emotions overflowing between the lines.
Baoyu's face was startled, and he seemed to be babbling: "The green hills are still there, how many times the sunset is red, and so many things in the past and the present are all in the jokes."
This word really suits his temper.
But Daiyu, Tanchun, and Li Wan had long been dazed, concentrating on reading, while Yingchun and Xichun on the side also clearly dropped the chess pieces and paintbrushes in their hands, and leaned forward to watch.
Daiyu raised her head suddenly, thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "Fourth sister, can you make a picture of this poem?"
White-haired fishermen and woodcutters, the setting sun shining on the river, the sky and water are the same color...
Xichun stared at the poems, pouted her baby's fat cheeks, and said in a waxy voice: "Sister Lin, I haven't learned painting for a long time, and I can't do it yet."
When Daiyu heard this, she didn't say anything else, she lowered her eyes and continued to read.
Here, Tanchun looked at the words "the general trend of the world, long-term division must be united, long-term unity must be divided", under the handsome and handsome eyebrows, the bright eyes glowed, and the snowy cheeks showed an unbelievable color, which made her love to read on weekdays These history books are just swallowing jujubes without seeking a deep understanding, and there are many doubts in my heart.
How could Tanchun, who can say, "We know that a rich family like ours is killed by someone from outside, can't be killed for a while..." Wouldn't he not read history books?
Reading history makes one wise.
Daiyu's smoldering eyebrows seem to be frowning, her slender hands are holding a corner of a pink handkerchief, her head is tilted, and there seems to be a trace of confusion in Qiushui's bright eyes.
Daiyu, who is sentimental, may be moved by the fact that life is just like the drinking water poems she first saw, but it does not mean that she is indifferent to historical poems like "Linjiang Fairy".
The literary charm contained in the classic poems naturally has a power to penetrate people's hearts.
Jia Zheng looked at the shocked and inexplicable faces of the people, with a look of pride on his face, and said loudly: "In the past hundred years of the kingdom, there have been few famous poets, and Ziyu's Linjiang Xian has become a famous poet, and this "" "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is to be passed on to future generations, and it must be recited for those who study in future generations."
Baoyu and Daiyu, who were reading a book, were awakened by this word.
It was written in a book and passed on to later generations. This...why does it have an unreal dreamy feeling.
Jia Zheng's face was flushed, like drinking fine wine, and he said with a smile: "Scholars who have made meritorious service, established words, and established virtue are immortal. It can be regarded as the words of a family, and only meritorious service... Ziyu is still young, and he will have a chance in the future. If one day, he should prove that he did not shadow his father and ancestors and made his own fame, it will be like the allusion of throwing a pen into the army. Leave your name."
Tan Chun blinked his eyes when he heard the words, for some reason, maybe it was because of the influence of Jia Zheng's words, maybe it was because he was watching the half-written Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
A passage suddenly appeared in my mind, "Jia Heng, whose name is Ziyu, was born in Jingzhao Chang'an. After Ningguo branch, he was less eager to learn, worked hard, and grew up. He was famous in Shenjing for his virtue, filial piety and fraternity. As a gift from Lord Ning, Heng refused to accept his resignation. He said with emotion, "My husband lifts the three-foot sword and makes achievements that will never be seen in the world. He should not be grateful to his ancestors, and he will take the fame himself! The emperor was silent for a long time, and the imperial edict allowed him...Heng has a good temperament." Fang, awe-inspiring and difficult to commit, good at writing, once the book of the Three Kingdoms is completed, it will be famous in Jinghua, and it will be recited in a hundred generations... The book says that although the gentleman's charm will be cut off in the fifth generation, there must be lingering celebrations in the family of good deeds. Are they all dandies?"
Tanchun was thinking about it, but he saw Daiyu on the side, holding a pair of bright autumn eyes and looking at Tanchun with a half-smile. Why is the face so hot, but the body is uncomfortable."
Tanchun suddenly woke up, lowered her head, and thought to herself, what was she thinking just now... how can she write a biography for a living person.
At this time, Mother Jia also put down the book in her hand, and a complicated look appeared on her old face, and she sighed softly.
Passed the book to Li Wan, Baoyu and others beside him, then looked at Jia Zheng, said silently, "Lin Zhixiao, go and call the elder."
Jia Zheng nodded, slightly relieved.
In fact, he came here with the same intention. There were rumors in the mansion that he didn't know who it was, but he was a younger brother, and it was hard to say what happened to his elder brother.
Now that the old lady is speaking, it is not easy for the elder brother to curse behind his back.
Lin Zhixiao walked out from behind the screen, answered, and went to call Jia Amnesty.
In Rongqing hall, it fell into silence for a moment, only Tanchun, Li Wan, and Baoyu were flipping through the scriptures, making the sound of pages being brushed.
Mrs. Wang brought a cup of tea poured by Jin Chuan and handed it to Jia Zheng, with a light smile on her face, she said, "Master, sit down first."
Jia Zheng waved his hands and sat down beside him.
Mrs. Wang's face froze, but she had no choice but to sit down and put the teacup on the huanghuali wooden table beside her.
Not long after, Jia Amnesty and Mrs. Xing came over, holding two Wenwan walnuts in their hands, entered the Rongqing Hall, and said with a smile: "Mother called me."
"Greetings to the old lady." Mrs. Xing said as she stepped forward to salute.
Mother Jia glanced at Mrs. Xing, said a long "Yes", exchanged some pleasantries, and then asked, "What's going on with the rumor in the mansion that Brother Heng won't come back? Who spread it?"
When Jia She heard this, the smile disappeared from his face, he glanced at Jia Zheng, and snorted coldly in his heart, but met Jia's mother's scrutiny, and said with a smile: "This is not a rumor, my son also listened to what the Niu family brothers said. , Brother Heng probably beat the dog with a meat bun this time, and he never returned."
Jia Mu, Mrs. Wang, Feng Wan, Bao Dai, and Tan Xi: "..."
Yingchun: "???"
Sister Feng's face was pale, and she took a sip of the tea from Ping'er.
Jia Zheng frowned.
Jia Mu said: "Regardless of whether Brother Heng will come back or not, you can't say such a terrible thing. Curse the talent, and let the servants below spread it everywhere. What kind of situation is it?"
Jia She said: "Mother, well, I won't say this, but I have to think about it. What if Brother Heng... what to do in the East Mansion? Brother Rong is still living in my courtyard. "
Mother Jia sighed, feeling a little tired for a while.
Jia Amnesty smiled, took a sip of the tea that no one knew who poured it at the side, moistened his throat, and said, "We have to plan something, otherwise, Brother Heng is not a son and a half... "
Before Jia She could finish speaking, Mrs. Wang frowned, and looked at the teacup in Jia She's hand with disgust deep in her eyes.
This is what she just poured for the master.
However, at this moment, there was a commotion outside the Rongqing hall, Lin Zhixiao came from outside, and said with a smile on his face: "Old lady, madam, Master Heng from the Dongfu led the soldiers and horses from the Beijing camp, and led the prison cart from the outside. The south gate came and caught many bandits, and now the street at the gate is crowded with people, men, women and children stretch their necks to look at the bandits!"
Jia Amnesty was holding the teacup when he heard the "bad news". Before he finished speaking, his throat was blocked in an instant, his face turned ashen, and the teacup in his hand fell with a "slap", and the tea splashed all over his boots and trousers. , and then with a click, it fell to the ground and fell to pieces.
"Brother Heng... Desheng is back?" Mother Jia stood up abruptly after hearing this letter, perhaps because she was a little dizzy because she got up too hard, and the mandarin ducks at the side had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly supported her.
Baoyu, Daiyu, Tanchun, Xichun and other sisters all looked at Lin Zhixiao.
Jia Zheng was excited, and said: "Good, good! To be virtuous, to make meritorious deeds, to make words, this is the example of our Jia clan!"
"Impossible..." Jia She's face was ashen, and his heart was burning with anger. How could that kid be possible? He brought eight hundred old, weak, sick and disabled, and the three thousand soldiers in the Beijing camp could not be wiped out...
Mother Jia looked at the distraught Jia She, and sighed heavily in her heart. She didn't care about the "narrow-minded" eldest son, then looked at Sister Feng, and said, "Send someone to ask, when will Brother Heng come back?" Mansion, open the middle door to welcome you."
Sister Feng was also a little dazed at this moment, she came back to her senses, a smile hung on the pretty face of the young woman, and she said: "Caiming, let Wang'er take two young men to have a look."
Caiming responded, and went to the outside, looking for Wang'er.
Sister Feng's thoughts were complicated at the moment, and the stern face of that young man seemed to appear in front of her eyes, and she shouted condescendingly: "It's not half a month!"
Recalling the past, Sister Feng's eyes turned strange, perhaps she had been sitting for a long time, she shifted her sitting posture, and her slender legs under the Luo skirt couldn't help but move together.
"At first, I thought that if he folded outside, loan sharks would still be available... Now it seems that it can't be done."
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In Shenjing City, the south gate of the city looks at the streets in the city, and it has long been surrounded by pedestrians.
The soldiers of the Beijing camp erected a human wall along the road to protect a passage.
In the inns, restaurants, and shops by the roadside, men, women, and children all stretched their necks, looking in and out, fully expressing the Chinese people's temperament of "watching".
"That's Zhang Dayan. It doesn't look too big. Why has it been entrenched in Cuihua Mountain for so long? Why can't the Beijing camp be suppressed?" said a young man in brocade clothes carrying a thrush.
"Whether this gangster is fierce or not has nothing to do with his big eyes?" The noodle stall owner with a white scarf around his waist and a rolling pin in his hand laughed when he heard this.
"It's not that Zhang Fei, isn't it the leopard head and ring eyes?"
"Brother also studied Three Kingdoms."
"Who doesn't read the Three Kingdoms now? Have you seen this beautiful beard? It has already begun to grow." A burly man in a bunt was stroking his short beard. In the basket behind him were red dates, like a monkey's butt. so-so.
Jia Heng is now wearing the flying fish uniform of Jin Yiwei, riding on a horse, flanked by Cai Quan and Qu Lang on the left and right.
The pawns were escorting prison carts. Inside the prison carts were Zhang Wu and a group of thieves, and in the last prison cart... was Yun Guang.
He took care of everything in Chang'an County before escorting the thieves into Beijing, so it was delayed for a day.
Looking at the people of Shenjing in front of him, Jia Heng also had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
"Even if the Chen Han Dynasty is corrupt, the hearts of the people today have not yet been completely lost."
Thinking like this, I heard shouts and curses in my ears.
"Kill him, kill these thieves!"
One by one, rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves were thrown at Zhang Wu and other Cuihua bandits.
And Yun Guang, who landed on the last prison car, was pale and roared in his heart, "Jia Heng's son, I am the fourth-rank official of the imperial court!"Even if it is sent to the capital, it should not be so humiliating!
I can't punish the doctor...
Pat, an egg hit Yunguang's forehead, the egg white and yolk fell together, covering the faint scar left by Jia Daihua's expedition to kill the enemy in the early years, and the stench filled Yunguang's ears and nose with.
On Jia Heng's side, he rode on the horse and walked along the street for about two quarters of an hour.
He had already told Zhao Yi to take the first step to report to the emperor to the imperial city. He thought that after a while, the emperor had already received the victory message.
While walking forward, suddenly there was a noisy shouting and cursing in front of him, and the originally bustling crowd gave way to a passage.
A group of soldiers carrying the banner of Wucheng Bingmasi came out from the crossing.
"Who is gathering here? Blocking the way of my lord?" At this time, a chief banner officer came on horseback, arrogantly, and asked from a distance.
It turned out to be the grandson of Jing Tianhou, the commander of the Five Cities Army and Horse Commander--Qiu Liang had just left the Yamen and was about to return home.
Qiu Liang is the commander of the Wucheng Army and Horse Division, and he is in charge of the security of the capital. He is full of style when he goes in and out. Before returning home, suppress the streets, both public and private.
However, this matter was impeached several times by Yu Shi, Qiu Liang restrained himself for a while, and then reverted to his old ways.
"Things that have no eyesight! Don't they have eyes?" Jia Heng couldn't help saying, and Qu Lang, who was at the side, raised his horsewhip in his hand, and lashed at the chief banner officer head-on!
Snapped! ! !
The Chief Banner Officer was slapped with a bloody mark on his face. He was about to yell at Qu Lang, who was wearing a brocade uniform, and then he looked at the Jingying soldiers behind him who were glaring fiercely, like a bucket of cold water was poured on his head. .
The troops of the Beijing camp followed Jia Heng and Cai Quan to suppress the bandits once, and everyone was rewarded. It was the time when their morale was high and they were domineering.
This scene naturally fell into the eyes of the surrounding people, and their eyes widened, looking at both sides of the conflict.
For example, in later generations, if you go to Baidu, you will see all kinds of strange questions such as "JC is better or PLA is better..." and so on.
The internal conflicts of this kind of state violence machine have been talked about by some ordinary people from ancient times to the present.
Seeing that the two sides were blocked at the intersection, and the people from Wucheng Bingmasi seemed to have no intention of avoiding it, Jia Heng frowned, and drove forward, looking coldly at the green clay sedan chair carried by four porters in the distance. , Shen shouted: "My Great Han Taizu once said that military officers ride horses, civil servants sit in sedan chairs, and the grandson of Jing Tianhou is now so weak that he needs human power as livestock?"
Treating human beings as animals is something that literati and bureaucrats do not do. This was the custom when the country was founded. It is not so strict now, but some literati and bureaucrats who are self-disciplined and strict with self-discipline still abide by it.
Qiu Liang is a general, so it should be more appropriate to ride a horse.
Qiu Liang in the sedan chair, hearing the young man's shout and question, had a gloomy expression, he slapped the sedan chair hard, and the sedan chair tilted suddenly, Qiu Liang got off the sedan chair, stood up and looked at the young man on the horse, his face was ashen, his eyes were about to burst into flames.
However, after a while, Qiu Liang also began to regret why he wanted to take the sedan chair?
The other party sat on the horse, condescending, but he looked like an official below.
"My official, Jin Yi, is in command of Jia Heng, who was ordered by the emperor to suppress the bandits. Now that he has successfully returned to Beijing, he is going to the Ministry of War to deliver orders. Mr. Qiu, let's get out of the way quickly!" Jia Heng shouted solemnly.
(End of this chapter)