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At two o'clock, the sky is not yet clear, but the Buzheng Fang Shangshu Mansion is already busy.
Jia Cong and the others got up early and arranged for Qingwen, Xiaohong, Chunyan, Xiangling and the four little girls to go together to help the Wu family pack their last bags.
It was cloudy and somewhat gloomy.
The stars and the moon are nowhere to be seen.
Since ancient times, there has always been a heavy pressure on my heart.
Even Wu Fan, who loves to laugh like this, has no smile on his face at the moment.
Song Yan is seventy years old, and many times, a parting is a decision Only Jia Cong's face is still good.
Sent Wu Fan and Chen Ran to carry lanterns, he personally supported Song Yan, and finally watched the Shangshu Mansion.
Jia Cong said with a smile: "Chang'an, the capital of the capital, although it is the capital of the ancient emperors, where the dragon veins are, but it is too thick and heavy, and it is not a place for the elderly."
Mr. returned to the south this time, with the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River and the gentle body of Mr., he will be able to prolong his life. ” Song Yan glanced at Jia Cong, his old eyes were full of approval, and he sighed: "It's no wonder that the teacher loves you so much, at such an age, you can part lightly, and lift your weight lightly."
This kind of mental qualification, as a teacher, who doesn't love it" Jia Cong bowed slightly and said, "Mr. praised it."
It is also the disciple who knows Mr.
Zhi's temperament, is indifferent to his name, and does not focus on power, so that he can comfort his heart. ” Song Yan was very relieved when he heard this, laughed, and said: "Although this is good, there are also unbeautiful, Qingchen can know what is not beautiful."
Jia Cong thought about it when he heard this, shook his head and said, "Disciple doesn't know. ” Song Yan lamented: "Qingchen is calm and heavy, and it is a good thing not to be sad for mundane things.
It's just that if you are carefree, how can you have good poems?"
Jia Cong smiled and said, "Why is this difficult, Mr.
Doesn't he smell the taste of sorrow for young people, and say that he is sad for the new words."
Everyone laughed when they heard him say his own words, but Chen Ran "belittled" with disgust: "I have never seen such a show-off, the most hateful thing is that this person is still forgetful, and he only brought his own children and nephews with him when he went to Qujiang, and he didn't take me and Wu Fan."
Jia Cong smiled and said: "You call me uncle, is it my son and nephew, people must be close and distant, is it also wrong?"
Chen Ran: "" The crowd chuckled again.
Song Yan smiled: "Although it can be so, there is no need to give it reluctantly."
Although there are few old works, the first poems are lyrical and not pretentious.
If it is forced, it is not beautiful. ” Jia Cong bowed down and said, "What Mr. taught is that the disciple has learned.
In this way, it is okay not to give. ” Chen Ran and Wu Fan were overwhelmed when they heard this, Song Hua was also a little disappointed, but Song Yan was relieved.
The young man is full of blood and arrogance, and he would rather be upright for the sake of decency.
However, if you don't understand the word "song" in all things in this world, everything is bound to be difficult and bumpy.
The so-called high nature of the heart is higher than the understanding of this word.
At this point, Jia Cong's performance can be described as amazing.
This is not comparable to a new song Song Yan is an elder who is truly insightful in the world, and he values Jia Cong even more, so he is more and more pleased The early morning of Chang'an spring was still a little cold, and the young people were not afraid, but Song Yan was old and weak, but he couldn't stand it.
Just when Jia Cong wanted to persuade him to end the tour, the Wu family sent someone to send a light fur.
Song Yan seemed to be in a better mood, and even said with a sneer: "This is the reason that our predecessors warned us that when we marry a wife, we must marry a virtuous person." ” As he spoke, he glanced at Jia Cong.
When Chen Ran and the others saw it, they laughed.
Chen Ran burst into tears, and said bitterly: "The ancestor finally discovered the bad things about Qingchen, don't you know, what kind of name has the name of Qingchen's son spread in the community Seventy-two families of Pingkangfang, each Oiran said, as long as Qingchen nodded, they would redeem themselves, carry a small burden to his door, add fragrance to his red sleeves, lay paper and grind ink, pour tea and warm the bed, there is no one in Pingkangfang who can't sing Qingchen's words, and said that he is not only as talented as the ancients, but also looks like a country and a city.
The so-called beautiful men in the world have become lazy pigs and mud dogs compared to him."
Song Hua and Wu Fan laughed when they heard this, but Song Yan snorted and reprimanded: "Qingchen's name is also what you can call, there is no size."
Zi Jing and Wen Ze are now also called Uncle Qingchen together with Zi Hou, can you be an exception, you can ignore Ethics and Normality" Chen Ran: "" Although his face was "sad and indignant", he didn't dare to disobey Song Yan, gritted his teeth and bowed in respect: "Little uncle." ” Jia Cong laughed with Song Hua and Wu Fan.
After laughing, Song Yan said indifferently: "In this regard, I trust Qingchen very much, and I am even better than you." ” The reason is very simple, everyone in the world is proud of the favor of the famous prostitute Oiran, but Jia Cong will not.
He wouldn't even take half a step into the green building, let alone find an Oiran to add fragrance to his red sleeves Hearing Song Yan say this, Wu Fan and Chen Ran didn't talk about it anymore.
Because they all know Jia Cong's life experience After the four of them accompanied Song Yan to revisit Shangshu Mansion, Wu sent someone to pass the word and went to the main hall for breakfast.
The group laughed and went to the main hall, and after using a bowl of clear noodles together, Wu asked Jia Cong to say: "Qingchen doesn't have to send it, you send Master Huijing and Miaoyu back to the Muni Courtyard outside the West Gate, where they are now settled." ” Jia Cong shook his head again and again: "No matter what, the disciple should be sent to the dock ship." ” Song Yan said: "There is no need to send each other today, it will only increase the trouble of parting and add a vulgar suffering."
Master Huijing is a master of Taoism, and after you have a great favor to your master, you need to send it back in person on our behalf to show your sincerity. ” Jia Cong still wanted to argue, but Song Yan waved his hand and said, "That's it, Wu Fan and Zichuan don't need to send it."
Throughout the ages, people in the world always love Changting to say goodbye, they are bitter, and they are even more bitter when they leave others, so we will not fall into this cliché. ” When Jia Cong heard this, he was silent for a while, and he could only nod slowly and respond in a deep voice: "Yes." ” Leave Shangshu Mansion first and send them back to Master Huijing and Miaoyu.
When he returned to Judefang, Jia Cong's heart became heavy.
Although Song Yan said that when he went south to study after the autumn season, he would see him again.
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But everyone knows that after the autumn season, Jia Yu will almost usher in the deadline.
At that time, where can Jia Cong go out to study After three years of filial piety, Song Yan is about to become an octogenarian, who knows if he can hold on until then This farewell may be the farewell of heaven and man But the only thing to be thankful for is that Song Yan's mentality is really good, unlike a person who is greedy for power, once he loses his position, he will age in a very short time.
Song Yan is really broad-minded, he can afford to let go, and in this regard, his state of mind cultivation surpasses that of most people in the world.
With such a state of mind, no matter how good it is, even if it is a hundred years old, what is the difficulty It's just that in the end, the old age and body decay are very weak, and the immunity is declining greatly.
If you have a cold or flu Jia Cong suddenly thought that he might be able to refine that potion.
I'm about to close my door to study, so I don't pay attention to it, and I just have enough time to study.
In this era of zero antibiotics, with this medicine, it can be called a life-saving miracle drug Thinking about it, the heaviness in Jia Cong's heart was slightly lighter.
When I looked up again, I was in front of the main gate of Rongguo "Three Masters" Before entering from the West Corner Gate, I saw a small man dressed in a house running from the direction of the East Road Courtyard.
Jia Qing's brows wrinkled slightly when he saw it, and said, "Daniel Zhang, what's the matter?"
Daniel Zhang is a pseudonym, and this person is a loyal and sincere person that Jia Qing found through Ni Er from the outside, and he thinks it is his eyes and ears.
Daniel Zhang took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Jia Qing: "Third Master, someone sent you a letter, and the little one didn't dare to delay, so he has been waiting here." ” Jia Cong took the letter and saw that there was no other handwriting on it, only a clump of green bamboo, and his face changed slightly.
However, after opening and looking at it twice, a touch of ease and admiration flashed in his eyes, smiled lightly, nodded to Daniel Zhang, and Daniel Zhang left.
The doorman of the Rong Mansion came up to lead the horse and led the carriage inside.
"The old lady wants to see me" was about to go to see Jia Zheng, but Jia Cong was stopped by a grandmother in front of the second gate.
Mama couldn't say anything, Jia Cong could only go to Rongqing Hall.
"Greetings to the old lady."
In the Rongqing Hall, Jia's mother sat on the soft couch in the high hall, and Baoyu sat beside her.
Mrs.
Wang and Aunt Xue sat on both sides, and Li Kun and Mandarin Duck served on the left and right.
The sisters of the Jia family sat in turn.
Jia's mother was a little strange on her face, and when she saw that Jia Cong was covered in dust and her face was faintly tired, she knew that he had sent his husband away.
Thinking that he was loved by outsiders, he didn't know what it was like, so he sighed lightly and said, "Yesterday was your birth, and I don't know where I went."
Since you kowtowed to the door in the morning, I also prepared a gift for you. ” After that, he glanced at the mandarin duck.
The mandarin duck hurriedly went to Dongnuan Pavilion, took a set of clothes, hats, shoes and socks, and gave them to Jia Cong.
Although it is far from being comparable to Baoyu's, it is always a heart.
Jia Cong kowtowed and thanked him.
Jia Mu asked again, "What did you hear yesterday?"
When Jia Cong heard this, he shook his head and said, "I don't know what the old lady said."
Jia Mu sneered and said, "You really haven't heard of the affairs of Nan'an Palace."
Jia Cong suddenly said: "When I went to the Great Ci'en Temple yesterday, I met the prince of Xuanguo, and he told Cong about something. said that Shang Ming of the Nan'an Palace, was beaten back by the prince of the Founding Mansion. ” Jia Mu's face became strange again, and said: "You know the founding prince and the Xuanguo prince."
Jia Cong shook his head and said truthfully: "I don't know each other."
It's just that Zhao Hao thought that it was because Concubine Nan'an scolded me that Furong Gongzi made Li Hu beat Shang Ming, thinking that I instigated him to commit the crime, so he asked me to settle the account. ” "Isn't it?"
Jia Mu asked.
Everyone's faces are strangely tight, maybe in this novel, everyone will feel exciting and even beautiful when they see such a thing.
But in the current world, such a thing will only make people embarrassed, and it will also make people look down on Jia Cong.
It's like reading in a book that a poor genius eloped with a rich lady, and everyone will be moved and admired.
But at this time, if it really happened to him, everyone would only disgust and disgust, and scold the shameless dog man and woman At this moment, after a long conversation between mother and daughter last night, Xue Baochai's eyes were extremely complicated Jia Cong didn't seem to notice everyone's strange gazes, and said indifferently: "Just because I was afraid of misunderstanding, the Furong son of the Ye family specially wrote a letter to me to explain what happened. ” After Jia Cong took out the envelope in his arms, he said: "Concubine Nan'an really wants to tell Shang Ming to the Ye family, and she has asked someone to talk to the matchmaker several times.
That's right, Shang Ming is still talking outside, claiming to be the quasi-son-in-law of the Ye family, and ruining the reputation of Furong's son.
The prince of Furong was really angry, and asked Li Hu, the prince of the founding prince's mansion, to teach him a lesson.
It's just that somehow, news came out from the Nan'an Palace, saying that this matter was related to me, and Shang Ming became an innocent person."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of Jia Mu and the others became ugly.
If this is the case, the Nan'an Royal Mansion will be too unkind.
I heard Jia Cong continue: "By the way, there is another thing Cong wants to ask the old lady for advice. ” Jia Mu's face was not very good, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Jia Cong said: "The letter of the prince of Furong also said that there is an old concubine's granddaughter in the palace who wants to get married, and wants to find ten boxes of soap from Qinxiangyuan as a dowry.
It's just that the inventory of Qinxiangyuan has been sold out, and I know that I have a lot of them for my family, so I want to borrow some.
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She had already told the old lady about it However, because the amount of soap from the previous ones was small, they were all sent to each house.
Now that only the Nan'an Wangfu has not been delivered, Cong wants to ask the old lady what to do. ” Jia Mu: "" Under the white eyebrows, a pair of old eyes looked at Jia Cong blankly, as if he was looking at the enemy.
The faces of the others remained the same, their eyes were different, Du Daiyu lowered her head, a touching smile curved into the corner of her mouth, and her emaciated shoulders kept trembling This third brother can really laugh at the dead :