inspire-indiana Chapter 187 Piercing Baoyu's Veil
Chapter 187 Piercing Baoyu's Veil
Chapter 187 Piercing Baoyu's Veil
On this side, Jia Heng looked indifferently, looked at Jia Huan, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Huan..."
Jia Huan, who was crying, just stopped crying, raised a pair of slightly small eyes, looked at the speaker, and looked at the person with half of his arm hanging.
This scene fell in Sister Feng's eyes, and a strange smile flashed on the corner of her mouth.
Xindao, Huan'er, a good man, has been taught badly by Aunt Zhao, like a little frozen cat.
Jia Heng's face was calm, and his tone was indifferent: "What did Mingyan say? He said that you were born as a slave for several generations. If you say yes, you will take this sword and kill him!"
As he spoke, he withdrew the three-foot sword from his waist, but saw that the frost blade was shining white, the cold light was flickering, and a piercing killing atmosphere filled the Rongqing Hall silently filled with yingyingyanyanyan and emerald eyes. .
It is also very true to reflect the so-called too much evil spirit of being a general in the past.
At this time, Jia Heng suddenly took Jia Huan's hand, and said in a loud voice: "This sword is the sword of the Son of Heaven. It is used to punish traitors and behead evil slaves. If Mingyan deceives the master with slaves, take this sword... and kill him!"
The people in Rongqing Hall, hearing these "shocking" words, all changed their faces suddenly, they all stood up, looking at the man and the sword in surprise.
Emperor Sword...
Mrs. Wang's complexion changed drastically, she felt trembling all over, with a "click", a string of Buddhist beads in her hand fell to the ground for some reason, but her eyes were dazed, she didn't realize it.
Equipped with the Emperor Sword, this is an honor that her elder brother has never received!
He...how can he?
Jia Mu also moved her lips, her old face showed excitement, her old eyes were fixed on the gilded real dragon's sword, and she was also shocked.
This Brother Heng, whether he is a holy family or powerful, is amazing...
Daiyu looked at the young man with shining eyes under her smoky eyebrows. Although she had already had a psychological tolerance for the excellence of this Uncle Heng, she still felt shocked at this moment.
Daiyu also couldn't tell where the shock came from, maybe it was from the holy family of the Peach Blossom Crisp, and the power of the Tianzi Sword, or was it the decisive killing of Jia Huan holding the sword now?
Maybe not.
It was a kind of subconscious throbbing that even Daiyu didn't realize.
There is a word for this kind of sense in later generations, dimensionality reduction strike!
When Daiyu was still angry because of a look from a nurse in the back house or a gossip from a maid, she would be angry for a few days.
But now suddenly there is a person who looks around with an irresistible force in these backyard family affairs and trivial affairs, and splits a group in a way that is almost a dimensionality reduction blow, or reopening the earth's feng shui fire. Tangled vines.
What Daiyu could see was not the Shangfang sword, even if it was an ordinary sword, she also felt that this Uncle Heng could shake mountains and shake mountains and level the world.
"Since the matter of Brother Zhen in the Dongfu that day, we have already seen clues..."
Daiyu pursed her cherry lips, her eyes glistening with unspeakable thoughts.
When a person is so good that you can't even look up on tiptoe, that kind of burning feeling like the sun's light.
Holding the handkerchief, Daiyu glanced back at Tanchun, who still had tears on her face, holding a plain embroidered green bamboo handkerchief in her hand, and saw the obsession in her charming eyes.
He sighed softly from the bottom of his heart, how many daughters in the boudoir would not pay attention to such a person of extraordinary demeanor?
Sister Feng also watched this scene, the sneer on the face of the beautiful young woman had long since disappeared, she felt her delicate body trembling, her breathing was short, her pink cheeks were hot, she was restless, and she seemed to be a little... urgent to urinate.
It's not just the Tianzi sword, but the aura of holding the sword and asking questions, the two phases superimpose, producing a strong psychological shock effect, Sister Feng can't wait...to replace her with her body.
Jia Mu's voice was a bit difficult, and she said, "Brother Heng..."
But seeing the young man waved his hand, he shouted: "My Jia family man stands upright, how can we allow evil slaves to bully each other?"
Then, looking at Jia Huan with a pair of aggressive eyes, he suddenly said: "If he bullies you, then you take the sword and kill him!"
He drank in awe-inspiring manner, like thunder in the clear sky, almost as powerful as heaven and earth. At this moment, everyone in Rongqing Hall was also intimidated by that momentum.
At this moment, Jia Huan's face was already pale, trembling with fright, he knelt down and cried: "Master, I'm talking nonsense, Mingyan said that I was a child, I didn't... say that..."
In the end, he was too scared to speak.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the words, but they all looked at Jia Huan and Aunt Zhao angrily, soliciting gossip!
Aunt Zhao sat slumped on the ground, raised her pale and bloodless face, and looked at the young man in brocade clothes, feeling an indescribable fear welling up in her heart.
Jia Heng frowned, put the sword back into its sheath with a "chuckle", and asked, "Why are you talking nonsense?"
Jia Huan was yelled at and asked, his body was shocked, he felt the extreme fear, he hesitated and said: "I...I..."
As he said that, he looked at Aunt Zhao who was at the side.
Afraid that Aunt Zhao would scold inwardly in anger, maggots with evil hearts, seeds of no good fortune, and misfortune diverted to the east?
Apparently, it was Aunt Zhao who taught the words of slaves for several generations. As for the purpose, she wanted to use these words to make a fuss and drive Baoyu's servant Mingyan out.
Jia Heng paused, then looked at Aunt Zhao at the side suddenly, frowned and said, "You taught me, right?"
"I..." Aunt Zhao's face was pale, and she opened her mouth to argue, but she didn't dare to say anything else when she met the pair of sharp eyes under the frowning brows, and she lowered her head, as acquiescence.
"Good man of Jia's mansion, what is he taught to be like by the woman in the inner house! If you can't write, you can't do martial arts!" Jia Heng said coldly with a calm face.
Baoyu's Mid-Autumn Festival and full moon face, he was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at Xi Ren beside him, but saw Xi Ren shook his head at him.
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "Old lady, after the completion of the Chongwen and Wushu halls, school-age children will go to study and practice martial arts, and they will pass the imperial examination in the next day. At the same time, they will be boarded. They can only go back for two days every five days. Time is not allowed to hang out in the inner house!"
For Jia Huan, the first thing is to change his growth environment, otherwise he will always be influenced by Aunt Zhao until he is hopeless.
Moreover, moral education is also indispensable, otherwise, even if Jia Huan is allowed to practice martial arts without emphasizing martial ethics, I am afraid that he will do more evil in the future.
When Aunt Zhao heard the words, she felt as if struck by lightning, as if the sky had fallen, and cried, "Master Heng is going to take my son away too..."
One of her daughters has been taken away by Mrs. Wang, and now she is almost a stranger to her, even her son...
Jia Heng yelled: "No one has taken your son away, and you will teach him to continue. Does Brother Huan still look like a man from my Jia family?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in Rongqing Hall was in a state of uncertainty.
Mrs. Wang frowned, feeling a little unhappy.
When the so-called "a good man, let a woman teach him bad", she felt that this man was referring to Sang and scolding Huai for her precious jade.
Her lips moved, and she looked at Jia Mu, who was beside her, and said, "Old lady, Baoyu is still young, so he is still studying, but he comes back once every five days, isn't it..."
"Don't tell me, my wife, I forgot. There is also Baoyu. I asked Baoyu to review the "Book of Songs" written by Baoyu the day before yesterday. Is it finished now? It is finished, bring it here quickly, I want to read it." Jia Heng said lightly.
Mrs. Wang and Baoyu: "..."
Seeing that the fire was about to burn on her own Baoyu, Jia's mother hurriedly said, "Brother Heng, Baoyu is still young. I've been going here for five days. I can't sleep well at night."
Jia Heng smiled lightly and said, "Still young? The black hair doesn't know how to study early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late. I can understand that you always love your grandson, but you must also know that such a child has an unstable temperament, and it is precisely reading that cultivates people." When cultivating virtue, if you miss this time period, you will have a certain character, and it will be too late to regret in the future."
Baoyu's side was already "tolerable", and he said, "reading, reading, but being a thief in that country, what's the use?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in Rongqing Hall was shocked.
Mrs. Wang glanced at Xiren and thought, why didn't you stop him?
The smile on Sister Feng's bright face froze for a while, thinking, Brother Bao is trying to poke a hornet's nest?
At this moment, Baoyu uttered the strongest voice of the feudal era "the theory of reading is useless".
Jia Heng's face was cold, and he sneered, "You really think so?"
Seeing this, Jia's mother panicked, and quickly made a smoothie with a smile, and said, "Brother Heng, Baoyu is a kid talking nonsense, and a kid talks nonsense."
Mrs. Wang also looked at Baoyu with concern, and glanced at Jia Heng with some reproach, thinking, you are shaking the prestige of your patriarch, go to the side, what are you doing with Baoyu?
Baoyu's mid-autumn disc face rarely showed stubbornness. With a snort, she turned her head away and said, "Master Heng, everyone has his own aspirations, so don't force them."
Jia Heng stared aggressively at Baoyu.
On the issue of reading, Dalianbao has always been very determined. In the original book of the Red Chamber, he was beaten by Jia Zheng and choked by Xue Baochai for this.
It wasn't until Jia Zheng became discouraged about his official career after he ordered to study politics that he felt that Baoyu had a good temperament.
It can be said that Baoyu and the Four Books and Five Classics are naturally incompatible.
Jia Heng said coldly: "It's good that everyone has their own ambitions, but look at the red arrow sleeves you wear, what tuckahoe cream and rose silk you usually eat, and the pommel horse you travel on... which one is not what you said? Guo Mo, Lu Thief, and Ning Rong's ancestors, came here fighting with swords and guns?"
Jia Heng sneered, and said: "Now you keep talking about the beetle of the country and the thief of wealth, why, pick up the bowl to eat, put down the chopsticks and scold your mother? Is this your ambition? It can't be forced, and the rock will not move?"
Baoyu's face was frozen, and his face was green and white when he was questioned.
Li Wanxiuya's face also has a trace of approval, if studying is a national beetle and a thief, then what is her ex-husband?
And why is she suffering Lan'er so hard?
Sister Feng's beautiful and charming young woman's face was also slightly startled, Dan Feng blinked, and pondered a few words in her heart, "Pick up the bowl to eat, put down the chopsticks and scold your mother!"
I just feel like scolding a shameless bastard vividly.
This brother Heng is quick-spoken, he has a set of curse words, and the problem is that he still doesn't utter dirty words!
I really live and learn.
"You don't study the imperial examinations, you want to be a hermit, but you take Mr. Wuliu's leisure time as a cloud and a wild crane, and even go to the dew in the morning, wear the stars and wear the moon, stay in a hut, earn your own living, eat and drink, and don't change your enjoyment, what kind of hermit are you? ? Mixed in the pile of fat and powder, the body does not work hard, and the five grains are not distinguished, but it is just a rice worm ear in the vat!"
Jia Heng said coldly.
His remarks are not only a reprimand of the so-called anti-ethics and anti-feudal remarks in Dream of the Red Chamber, but also his views on nobles and hermits.
If you really want to be anti-feudal, anti-ethics, don't be an official, don't take the imperial examination, if you don't learn from Tao Kan, can you learn from Tao Yuanming?
Is it against morality to talk about an inbreeding relationship in the backyard?Enjoying the shadow of your parents and ancestors, if you don't take the imperial examination, will you be anti-feudal?
The academic world is too funny!What nonsense!
Ignore the era in which the author and characters are located, and use the class history view of later generations to apply the Dream of Red Mansions, and simply put Baoyu on the hat of a proletarian soldier.
"It's really anti-ethical, anti-feudal, like Paul Korchagin, who lives like a soldier! Paul Korchagin rejected Tonya's love, and resolutely chose to devote himself to the cause of liberation." Jia Heng thought.
As soon as this remark came out, all the female relatives in the Rongqing Hall had different expressions, and they were inexplicably shocked by what they said loudly for Jia Heng.
"A meter of worm ears in the tank..."
Some people couldn't help looking at Baoyu, but seeing the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the white face, even though they knew it shouldn't be, they still had a ridiculous correspondence in their hearts.
Jia Mu's complexion changed, her lips moved, and she remained silent after all. The mandarin duck behind her also blushed, and looked at the boy with shining eyes.
But Li Wan and Sister Feng's bright eyes moved slightly, thinking about Jia Heng's words, the more they thought about it, the more they agreed.
Although Sister Feng didn't quite understand who Mr. Wuliu was, there was an unquestionable truth in both the aggressiveness of these words, and the non-working and indiscriminate words behind.
"It's also because children don't know how expensive rice is if they don't manage their families. Don't worry about it. Someone is just worrying about you." Sister Feng glanced at Baoyu, pursed her red lips, and sighed faintly in her heart.
And these words fell into Daiyu's ears. This girl who is the head of the golden hairpin in the Red Chamber also looked at the young man opposite with a pair of bright starry eyes. When she cut the autumn water, she felt something in her heart, as if broken glass average.
If there is a saying in later generations, it is called the reshaping of the three views, which is enlightening.
Because in the past, Daiyu had always admired Baoyu's hermit mentality.
As the so-called, the lonely forest in the fairy land outside the world.
In the later years of getting along with each other, he also understood, recognized, and appreciated Baoyu's "hermit" temperament.
If you like someone and are attracted to them, how can you not agree with his (her) worldview and values?
How can it be blamed?
However, Jia Heng's words now ruthlessly pierced Baoyu's "hermit" veil, exposing her frail true face, and at the same time planted a seed in Daiyu's heart called "hesitation". "Seed.
Until Baoyu in the future, if...there is a future, because Lie Jin Chuan throws himself into the well in anger, and his irresponsible underpants are torn off... that seed will grow into a towering tree, lush green, The lush green color shelters Baoyu from wind and rain.
And Tanchun's beautiful and beautiful face also showed thoughts, and looked at Jia Heng with a pair of shining eyes.
"Brother Heng is not only well-versed in politics and history, but also excels in seeing people and seeing things. This ingenious theory...the lights don't turn on and don't turn on, and the reasoning doesn't make sense."
Mrs. Wang frowned, her face was ugly, she glanced at Jia Heng with disgust, and said to Jia Mu, "Old lady, Baoyu is still a child..."
But saw that pair of cold and stern eyes cast over, "Second wife loves her son? As a parent, it is understandable to love children, but since the second wife is Baoyu's mother, do you know that in Rongqing Hall, you should thank me the most? If his surname is not Jia, and I am not the patriarch of the Jia clan, he will be a lump of mud that cannot support the wall in the future, and I will keep my mouth shut and ignore him! He is mediocre and incompetent, so what does it matter to me?"
I will help you discipline your son, but you worship without leaving the table, and you still have such a sleepy look, you really don't know what is good or bad!How unreasonable!
Aunt Zhao, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, quietly watched the scene where the boy "God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha".
Seeing the appearance of "teaching the mother to the son, and scolding the mother to the son", I felt an indescribable emotion welling up in my heart, this is a decent person!
A strange flush appeared on a fair and beautiful face, and his body trembled slightly, so he went to look for his brother Huan.
Jia Huan also blinked at this time, his tear-stained face, with a pair of small eyes gleaming, looked at the majestic young man in shock.
It’s probably the feeling that the coach wants to learn this.
What kind of skill is it to speak ill of Baoyu?In front of his wife, after finishing speaking, his wife should thank him!
At this moment, Jia Huan's heart was agitated, his cheeks were flushed, and his fists under his cuffs were clenched slightly. In just a moment, his brows were wrinkled with pain from the nail piercing, and it was too late to penetrate into the flesh, let alone a sentence of 30 years.
"This maggot has an evil heart and a seed of no good fortune. God opened his eyes and gave him good fortune. If he follows this Master Heng, he will learn..." Aunt Zhao's cheeks were flushed and she didn't know what to learn, maybe she was learning to hate others?
(End of this chapter)