The Red Mansions

Chapter 87 Emperor Chongping reads "Linjiang Immortal"

Hanmozhai——

"Miss Lianxue, what's going on?" Seeing that Lianxue's expression was not right, Liu Tong asked with a strange expression on his face.

Lianxue looked at Jia Heng, with complex meanings in her bright eyes, she said softly: "Young Master Jia, Your Highness went to the palace the day before yesterday to meet the Holy One, and His Highness suddenly asked about the manuscripts of the Three Kingdoms, His Highness dared not hide it, so he took the young master's eyes a few times ago. The manuscript of the book was presented to the Holy Majesty, and the Holy Majesty did not release the scroll, and did not even bother to eat dinner."

When Jia Heng heard this, his face paused, and thoughts appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He was quickly assessing the impact of this incident on him in his mind.

Originally, he wanted to get to know the emperor as soon as possible, not by writing a book, but by following the footsteps of Han Hui and his son, and laying out the strategy of side affairs, so as to get ahead.

In fact, no matter how confident he is in the manuscript of the Three Kingdoms, in the eyes of Emperor Chongping, who is currently struggling with side affairs, it is impossible to lower his favor for a novelist.

Maybe... if you get a chance to see the emperor, whether you can win favor or not depends on another matter.

"Princess Jinyang, I should have thought of this girl at that time...the last time this girl looked at me, there was something vaguely interesting." Jia Heng frowned, feeling somewhat troublesome.

Or he subconsciously didn't want to follow the path of the eldest princess, otherwise, he would have gone to the princess mansion every now and then.

This His Royal Highness Jinyang is indeed a variable.

Let the time go back a little bit, the evening after Jia Mu left the palace.

In the Kunning Palace, the night was low, and the lights were just on, and the lights were brilliant, and the maids and eunuchs bowed their heads to serve.

On the small table, there are all kinds of dishes, and the empress Song, who is dressed in a graceful and gorgeous light red dress, with golden hairpins on her temples, accompanied Emperor Chongping for dinner.

Speaking of it, Emperor Chongping was diligent and frugal at ordinary times, and he didn't use luxury utensils, and he didn't pay much attention to food. He had three meals a day, but six dishes and one soup, a combination of meat and vegetables, fruits and vegetables.

Emperor Chongping put down the chopsticks in his hand, and listened to the eunuch's report, he snorted coldly, even though he had expected that the members of Jia's family would run up and down immediately, and even go to the palace for activities, but at this time, he was still a bit tired .

"The Jia family didn't think about reflecting on their mistakes, but because of Jia Zhen's matter, they disturbed the queen mother. The crime is very serious."

Emperor Chongping said coldly.

Empress Song was in her early thirties, with a beautiful face, under the willow leaves and slender eyebrows, her jade face was as delicate as a hibiscus, her cheeks were white and delicate, her neck was fair and slender, and her tube top under her collarbone was covered with snow skin. White and greasy, in the palace, Empress Song was known as Snow Beauty.

The years seemed to treat him with extra tenderness, not only did he not have any wrinkles on the brows and eyes, but even his figure was slim and graceful, and he didn't look like he had given birth to a child at all.

Wearing a light red palace dress, there is a gloomy look between the gentle and soft eyebrows, the red lips are lightly parted, and a soft and light voice sounds: "The empress mother is the most soft-hearted old man, and she can't be complained by Jia Shishi's crying. If you move, what else will you promise?"

Emperor Chongping also had no intention of eating at this time, looked at the eunuch, and said in a deep voice: "You go to Changle Palace to find someone from the palace and ask."

The inner eunuch took the order and went immediately.

Emperor Chongping sighed, but now he lost his appetite.

Empress Song said softly: "Your Majesty, the country is a major event, and the future will last forever. Your Majesty should take care of the dragon's body."

Emperor Chongping said: "Eastern captives are raging in Youyan in the north. If I want to reorganize the army, I need to adjust the soldiers in the Beijing camp, but some people occupy...the corpses. If I make a move, I will hold back up and down. There are only clan and personal interests here, how can there be an imperial court and a community?"

Empress Song waved her hand, and asked the maids and inner eunuchs who were serving her to step back. She tilted her head, her dignified and bright face was filled with concern, and she listened quietly. In her bright eyes, there were admiration, pity, etc. Emotions, and so on.

"I just want to do something, how difficult it is, if there is any loss of profit, we must attack together!" Facing Empress Song's soft gaze, Emperor Chongping seemed to be in a calm mood, and said in a deep voice.

Some things are difficult to say even in front of the empress. The Supreme Emperor in the Chonghua Palace honored him and summoned four princes and eight princes from time to time.

The country ruled the world with filial piety, even though the Supreme Emperor's reputation was damaged due to the incident of the crown prince, but in the central area, especially among the martial arts, he has a good influence.

Just as Emperor Chongping was narrating, Internal Minister Dai Quan came lightly from outside the hall and saluted, "This old servant has seen the empress."

Empress Song frowned, and said, "You slave, didn't you see that Bengong and His Majesty are eating?"

This dog slave, I don't know where to search for some annoying things.

Emperor Chongping said: "Zi Tong, I sent him here."

The emperor often refers to me in official documents, but in fact he often refers to me in private.

Dai Quan said: "Your Majesty, this is the file about Jia Heng sent by the inner guard."

When the state machinery is running at full capacity and it is necessary to investigate a distant family member in Ningguo, it is an exaggeration to say that even the matter of how old is peeing on the kang can be investigated to the bottom.

In particular, Jia Heng's bright side can be known almost as soon as he inquires about it.

Emperor Chongping stretched out his hand to take it, and now his eyes lingered for a moment, and he murmured: "The third grandson of Duke Ning?"

If this is the case, the blood relationship is not close, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with inheriting the Noble of Ningguo.

Although there are criticisms of using concubines to seize the heirs, as long as the decree is made, the problem is not too big.

Continue to scroll down and see that Jia Heng practiced stick skills when he was young, Zeng Xun Xie Zaiyi learned riding and archery, he couldn't help but nodded, secretly said,
"This is what it looks like after Wu Xun."

After that, he should be a good friend of Han Hui, the son of Han Huang, for Wen Cui Ge's book.

"This son of Han Huang, in the Imperial College, doesn't study hard every day, and makes friends everywhere. What is he trying to do, to snare wings for his father?" Emperor Chongping looked indifferent, and decided to beat Han Huang next time.

Then, when he turned a page, he frowned, his eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, "What's wrong with Jinyang?"

It was written on the jute paper that in the 13th year of Chongping, on August [-]th, Heng brought the manuscript of "Three Kingdoms" to Jinyang Mansion to visit, and the content of the discussion is unknown...

There was an inexplicable meaning in Emperor Chongping's voice, and said: "This Jia Heng, a side branch of the Ning Kingdom, is actually involved with Han Huang's son, Jinyang, and these three countries..."

"Your Majesty, there is also a poem about the Three Kingdoms written by Jia Heng in the appendix." Dai Quan said.

Emperor Chongping looked down at the paper in his hand, and turned another page, his eyes were attracted.

"Is this word really written by a young man?" Emperor Chongping asked in surprise.

Empress Song blinked her bright eyes under her willow-leaf slender eyebrows, smiled, and said curiously, "Your Majesty, what kind of word surprised Your Majesty so much?"

Emperor Chongping smiled slightly and said, "Zitong, take a look."

Said, and handed it to Queen Song.

Empress Song stretched out a hand as snow-white as mutton fat, coated with the juice of impatiens, took the paper, her head drooped slightly, and continued to read by the light.

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero……"

Empress Song's voice was originally round and smooth, soft and light, and when she started to read it, she actually read out another kind of charm from the heroic and vigorous "Linjiang Immortal".

Emperor Chongping smiled and said, "When Zitong reads it like this, the writer of the lyrics doesn't know what state of mind he is in when he hears it."

Empress Song raised her crystal-clear face, smiled softly, and said, "This word is a bit old-fashioned. There are so many things in ancient and modern times, and they are all jokes."

Emperor Chongping said: "If it is written by an official who has experienced ups and downs in the officialdom, it is indeed a bit old-fashioned, and he even complains about his superiors..."

Empress Song: "..."

Emperor Chongping said, seeing Empress Song's appearance of "cute little children" with cherry sandalwood mouth slightly open, a flash of fire flashed in his heart, the worry on his brows disappeared for a while, he laughed, and said: "But this is written by a young man. , but they don't pay attention to the people of the world from ancient times to the present..."

If Jia Heng were here, he would be terrified.

He is a person of later generations. When he first wrote the manuscript of the Three Kingdoms, when the book was in Linjiang, there is really a kind of traveler who stands in the lower reaches of history and understands ancient and modern times with detached eyes. The author of the original lyrics, Yang Shen, has a mentality of seeing through the world. On the contrary, he has a detached mentality of how many things have happened to emperors through the ages, leisurely, and the endless flow of the Yangtze River.

(End of this chapter)