The Ring of the Red Chamber and the Nine Heavens

Jia Huan was led to the first of the three side rooms on the east side where Mrs. Wang used to live, and Caiyun said: "The third master sits on the kang and waits. I will go and report to my wife first."

Jia Huan smiled and said, "I'm not cold, just sit on a chair." Then she sat down on a chair covered with silver-red soft satin chairs along the side of the Kang.

Caiyun called a little maid again and said, "Didn't you see the third master waiting here? Why don't you go and get some tea soon? Could it be that when the second master Bao was here, you all pretended not to see it?"

The little maid hurriedly laughed and said: "Yes, my sister taught you well, it was because we were negligent, and immediately pour tea for the third master."

After a while, the little maid served tea, Caiyun walked away, and Jia Huan was drinking tea while looking at the furnishings in the house.I saw scarlet foreign felt on the big kang facing the window, with a big red money python backrest on the front, azurite money python pillows, and autumn-colored money python large strips of mattresses.On the left side is Wen Wang's tripod spoon and incense box, and on the right side is the beauty goblet of Ru Kiln, in which fresh flowers are inserted, tea bowls, spit boxes and other things.One can tell at a glance that it is the kind of rich and powerful but tasteless decoration, which blinds such neat rooms for nothing.Jia Huan secretly complained about Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang's not so good aesthetic taste.

After a while, Caiyun opened the curtain again and came in, and said with a smile, "Master Huan please, my wife is waiting inside."

Jia Huan followed Caiyun into the inner room, and at a glance, he found that the furnishings in the outer room were similar to those in the outer room. They were still in different shades of red and pomegranate red, as if they were laid out according to the preferences of middle-aged and elderly people. , there is a stale atmosphere in the gorgeousness.

Mrs. Wang was sitting on the big kang by the window, she was counting the Buddhist beads in her hands with her eyes closed, and a maid on the right was gently beating her legs and feet with a beauty fist (wooden).

Looking closely at his appearance, Jia Huan found that his skin was very fair, his eyebrows were thin and his eyes were fine, but his skin was loose and his flesh was loose. There were two deep nasolabial folds on the corner of his mouth, like a person with a cold heart.

Jia Huan's footsteps increased a bit, but Mrs. Wang still kept her eyes closed as if she didn't realize it.

After entering the house, Jia Huan only took two steps forward, then stopped, and said respectfully, "Huan'er is here to greet his wife."

Only then did Mrs. Wang open her eyes, glanced at Jia Huan lightly, still maintaining a paralyzed expression, and said, "Is your illness better?"

Jia Huan said: "Mrs. Xie has been thinking about it, and Huan'er is already healed, so I came here to tell the master and wife specially today, and I will go to school from tomorrow. I also talked about it with the old lady first. The old lady Say yes too."

Mrs. Wang nodded and said flatly, "Okay. It's good that you know how to make progress."

There is nothing to say to this old fox woman. Now that we have finished the task, we should run away as soon as possible. Jia Huan was about to leave, but Mrs. Wang suddenly frowned and said, "Huan'er, since you are well, Just copy a new copy of the "Diamond Sutra" for me. First, I will pray for me, and second, you are a little boy who has suffered many disasters. Copying the scriptures can help you cultivate your morality, and at the same time, you can also be influenced by Buddhism and Taoism. You are also good, so I don't ask anyone else to leave this good deed of accumulating kindness and blessings to you."

Jia Huan cursed inwardly, speaking better than singing!Why didn't you say that copying such a thick book would delay my studies?What's more, I just recovered from a serious illness. After school, I have to review my homework and copy your scriptures. Wouldn't it make me half dead from exhaustion?The disease that was finally cured must also relapse!The black-hearted old hag shouldn't use too many ways to suppress the concubine, but she still put on a face of "I'm doing it for you, this is persuading people to be good"!

Jia Huan slandered for a while, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he had an idea, so he said with a smile: "The wife asked Huan'er to copy the scriptures, and it was for Huan'er's good. I am also willing to do this kind of good thing. It's just, "

Jia Huan changed the subject, put on a look of shame, and continued: "Huan'er's handwriting is too ugly, but I dare not accept the kindness of my wife. I heard people say that copying scriptures for others is also Praying for the original chanter, therefore, the scriptures that the wife asked Huan'er to copy should actually be applied to the wife. Some people say that words are the voice of the heart, and the words are neatly written, which is also the sincerity of the chanter. A sign of insincerity, right? If the words are not good, the Bodhisattva will not wait to see them. Isn’t it good intentions that turn into bad things? How dare Huan’er ask his wife to insult the Bodhisattva because of her unworthy words? It can’t be done, it can’t be done.”

Seeing that Mrs. Wang was indeed hesitant and hesitant because of this remark, Jia Huan took the opportunity to blame the bad luck on others: "Why don't you ask the second elder brother to copy it on behalf of the wife? Huan'er really envies her lower case script."

As for how Jia Huan knew that Jia Baoyu's handwriting was good, it was because he had read carefully in his previous life. The original book said that after Jia Baoyu moved to the Grand View Garden, he wrote all the poems he and his sisters wrote on a fan and took them everywhere. Show it to others and show off the talents of the sisters in the family.Leaving aside the right and wrong of this, Jia Huan deduced one thing from this: Jia Baoyu's handwriting must be pretty good.Think about it, if Jia Baoyu's handwriting is not good, how could he have the nerve to write it on a fan and show it off to others?As for why the font is lowercase and not others, it is Jia Huanmeng's.Because Jia Huan first saw the book in Jia Baoyu's hand in the old lady's room, it was written in lower script, so he said that Jia Baoyu's lower script was well written, anyway, the font of copying scriptures should be lower script, It can't be cursive.

After hearing this, Mrs. Wang quickly said: "That's not acceptable. Baoyu is weak, and his father has been watching a thief all day long to force him to read. He writes slowly. Don't make him exhausted? Let the old lady know I didn't tell him to rest more in private, but forced him to copy books, is this okay?"

Jia Huan said weakly: "Actually, my bones are not very healthy."

Mrs. Wang fell silent, and resumed her paralyzed expression, as if she didn't hear.

Jia Huan was heartbroken, and said, "Why don't you ask the third sister to help your wife copy the scriptures? The third sister is famous for her handwriting."

Why did Jia Huan know that Tanchun's handwriting was good? It was also calculated.In Jia's Four Springs, Yuan, Ying, Tan, and Xi Four Springs each have a personal servant girl, representing their special talents.Yuanchun's maid is called Baoqin, so Yuanchun is good at playing the piano, Yingchun's maid is called Siqi, so Yingchun's chess skills are extraordinary, Tanchun's maid is called Shishu, so Tanchun is good at calligraphy, Xichun's maid is called painting, so Xichun He is best at drawing, and can draw a whole picture of the Grand View Garden.

Mrs. Wang's eyes lit up when she heard Jia Huan's words, she nodded and said: "Yes, I have heard people say that the third girl's handwriting is good all the time, but I can ask her to do this clever job instead! It was time-consuming and labor-intensive to go to the poetry club with that Lin girl, and Baoyu couldn’t study hard, so it’s better to use this time to quietly copy a few scriptures, it’s also good for her girl’s self-cultivation. It should be chaste."

Seeing that this bad luck has been successfully passed on to others, Jia Huan felt complacent, and hurriedly bid farewell to Mrs. Wang and came out, thinking: Although Tanchun is a real sister, at present, either she or I are unlucky. On balance, it is better for her to be unlucky.Anyway, she doesn't seem to have any responsibility as a real sister, and she doesn't do me any good, so why should I care if she is unlucky or not?Whoever treats me well, I will treat anyone well, hehe, I, Jia Huan, have never been a kind person!

Jia Huan, who had no sense of guilt for cheating on his sister, suddenly caught a glimpse of a large full-length mirror by the left door of the side room he was about to walk out of, and rushed over as if he had found a treasure.

A dressing mirror is of course nothing in modern times, but in the Middle Ages like the World of Red Mansions, it is extremely rare.After Jia Huan woke up, of course he was curious about his appearance at the first time, but after asking Aunt Zhao for it, he only got a small half-palm-sized small Linghua mirror, which couldn't even take a full picture of his face. I looked sideways and vertically under the dim oil lamp in my aunt's room for a long time, but still didn't know what I looked like. I only felt that the hair of the person in the small mirror was disheveled, but I couldn't even see the round face clearly.

How wonderful it is here, the lights are brightly lit, and the dressing mirror is as tall as an adult's body, which made Jia Huan enjoy seeing it.

The little brother in the mirror, that is so pretty, Jia Huan wants to go up and hold his little hand when he sees it.

Although the clothes on his body looked gray, and his face was a little pale due to illness, and his chin was thin and pointed, but the little brother's face was not ordinary handsome, and his facial features were extremely long. Correct and perfect, especially the pair of lively and energetic eyes on the small face with pink makeup and jade carvings, with a little sly light flowing around, just like the finishing touch, which vividly brings out the whole person's spirit They all raised it.

Just as Jia Huan was looking at his own face in the mirror with the joy of a pie falling from the sky, he suddenly felt a wave of ultra-low air pressure sweeping towards him.