Chapter 35

Jia Zheng said with a painful face: "If something happens to Cong Ge'er, I won't be able to face anyone in the future."

Jia Mu frowned and said: "What crazy talk are you saying? What does it have to do with you?"

"Mother doesn't know yet. This time Cong, the young master, went to the Nanxi Literary Gathering and made a great name for himself. Not only is his calligraphy astonishing, but he also wrote an extremely good plum blossom poem."

"Old Minister Liu Jingan praised that this poem of his could be passed down for a hundred generations. He has earned great face for the Jia family."

"Today, colleagues in the Ministry of Works congratulated me, and even Vice Minister Li pulled me aside and said a lot of things, and even said to let the nephews in the family interact more with Cong Ge'er."

This made everyone in the hall dumbfounded. Jia Mu's eyes were almost straight, feeling like her brain was paste, and she felt stuffy in her heart.

The Jia family had been used to steady wealth, and the descendants in the clan like Jia Lian, Baoyu, and others were all living in chaos, and there were no waves in their daily lives.

How could such a descendant appear in the clan? She had never seen anyone who could stir up so much trouble.

A couplet at the end of the year led to so many things, and he went to attend a literary gathering that even the Master found it difficult to attend, and was kidnapped by thieves on the way back.

Now it was said that he composed a poem that could be passed down, and was praised by so many people. It was truly a constant rise and fall, ups and downs, which made people's hearts unable to bear it.

Seeing Tan Chun's foundation in poetry was slightly inferior to Lin Daiyu's, but she was considered proficient, so she naturally heard the benefits of this poem and was happy for Jia Cong in her heart.

The Old Lady waved her hand: "I don't understand these things. Let Lin Yatou take a look and see if it's really that good."

Only Baoyu frowned, his big face showing some disgust and some unwillingness. He looked at Lin Daiyu with eager eyes and suddenly had the urge to smash the jade, but his father was there, so he didn't dare to make trouble.

Jia Zheng took out the "Bu Suan Zi: Ode to Plum Blossoms" he copied from Zhao Li and was about to hand it to Jia Mu.

Lin Daiyu smiled: "This poem is written extremely well, clear and with a noble spirit. I have read so many plum blossom poems, and none are more heartfelt than this one. Third Brother Cong is truly remarkable."

Jia Mu knew that Lin Daiyu's father was a top-ranking scholar, the best among scholars. Lin Daiyu had read so many books since she was a child and was a famous talented girl in the boudoir. Since she said it was good, it must be correct.

Taking the copy handed over by Jia Zheng, Lin Daiyu's heart beat faster involuntarily, and she saw that the sisters around her also had many expectations in their eyes.

She hadn't liked this grandson since he was a child, and his parents also disliked him, but the fragrance outside the wall was stronger than inside.

"Liu Jingan, I know this old gentleman. His reputation is very great. Your father had some dealings with him when he was alive. This person is even highly respected by the Retired Emperor. Is that poem really that good?"

Lin Daiyu's voice was clear and lively, like a clear spring, echoing gently in the Rongqing Hall.

Composing a poem could actually be called a work to be passed down. How did everything in the world become so easy for him?

Seeing Tan Chun and Ying Chun felt hidden pain in their hearts, full of worry for Jia Cong. Seeing Tan Chun also regretted that she was not a man, otherwise she wouldn't have to sit here and wait, and she would have her own ways to save people.

People outside took him seriously, which made Jia Mu feel a bit unclear and awkward.

Jia Mu asked: "Lin Yatou, is this poem really good?"

Hearing that Jia Cong had composed an extremely good poem and was praised as a work to be passed down, although she was still worried, it also aroused some curiosity.

She read two sentences and was stirred by the feelings in the poem. Her delicate cheeks showed a flush, and when she finished reading, her eyes were full of surprise and reverence.

Ying Chun thought about how rare it was to have such a capable younger brother, and only hoped that he would turn bad luck into good luck this time. Although she was clumsy with words, she had to persuade him to stay at home more in the future.

"She doesn't compete for spring, but only reports the arrival of spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles among them!"

Lin Daiyu was truly surprised by this Third Brother Cong. How could one person have so many strange things happen to him? At this age, his calligraphy was astonishing, which was also extremely rare.

Lin Daiyu unfolded the copy and read: "Wind and rain send spring back, flying snow welcomes spring. It is already a hundred-foot cliff of ice, yet there are still flower branches."

Baoyu had some talent and was familiar with rhyming poems and couplets. Although he was not as good as Lin Daiyu, he could hear the goodness of this poem and regretted that Jia Cong loved to hang out with those salary-grubbers, wasting such a heroic figure.

The Old Lady was in a trance for a while before saying to her son: "You don't need to wait for your brother. Let Lai Da take your post and report the matter to the Zhenan Prefecture, and let them help find him together."

Jia Zheng let the maid pass the word, let Lai Da take his post and hurry to handle it, and said: "My Jia family has produced such a literary champion, it is the protection of the ancestors. Preserving it well is the truth."

Hearing this, Baoyu and the sisters didn't need to say anything. Li Gongcai on the side thought that Cong Ge'er was so outstanding in literary matters. If he could return, she could let Lan'er interact with him more.

Lady Wang's face changed slightly when she heard her husband's words, but she just turned the prayer beads in her hand faster...

Jia Mu was not really confused. Wasn't it a good thing that the family produced capable descendants?

It was just that back then, her eldest son took a prostitute into the house, fought for favor with others, and caused a big joke.

It made his father's condition worse. This depressed breath had been stuck in Jia Mu's heart for so many years, and I'm afraid it would only dissipate when she closed her eyes and kicked her legs.

She looked at the handsome Baoyu again, and then listened to her son's words, and couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable.

Suddenly she thought of many old things and said: "It's fine that he has some ability, but he can't make the whole family restless. How many things have happened in these two months?"

"For a middle-class family like ours, the most important thing for the descendants is wealth and safety. Heaven gives birth to people, but never wants to suffer any loss."

"Since you have the ability, you won't be allowed to be at peace. You are always like a debt collector, trying every way to toss you."

"It's better to be like those in the countryside who don't know a big character. If you take a cheap name, you can live to seventy or eighty. Didn't my Zhu'er have more ability than him back then?"

Speaking of this, Jia Mu's eyes turned red. Now she doted on Baoyu so much. Back then, Jia Zhu was more sensible than Baoyu. How could she not love him the same?

Li Gongcai on the side was already in tears. Lady Wang also shed tears, and the prayer beads in her hand stopped...

Jia Zheng thought of his eldest son's various good points. Back then, he made him, the father, proud, and his heart was also sour.

Although it was said that the Old Lady doted on the Second Branch, the eldest brother was not promising back then, but it didn't mean he couldn't live in the Rongxi Hall. A large part of the reason was that the Second Branch produced Jia Zhu, who could stand up and support the family.

Although the Old Lady was partial to her youngest son, she was not confused at all.

Jia Zhu had been outstanding in his studies since he was a child, and she originally thought that the Rongguo Prefecture would also produce a scholar like Jia Jing.

She even matched Jia Zhu with the daughter of Li Shouzhong, the Libationer of the Imperial Academy.

Li Shouzhong was a famous official from a Jin Ling family. Hiring his daughter was to break through a bloody path on the official road.

The original planning was nothing more than to let the Rongguo lineage extend its wealth for several decades. She didn't expect Jia Zhu to die at such a young age.

Jia Mu also said: "I see that his father and he are not on the same path. Since you like him being able to read, you should give him some pointers in the future so that he can be more peaceful."

"We don't need him to rush through the world to fight for those false names. The family doesn't lack his share of food. Raising him peacefully will make everyone worry less."

Hearing this, Lady Wang's face changed slightly: The Old Lady asked the Master to look after Cong Ge'er. Could it be that she saw he had ability and had a change of heart? Then what about my Baoyu?

Jia Mu's eyes turned, and she saw her daughter-in-law's face, feeling a bit sighing in her heart, and said:

"It's only about four or five years. Although he is a concubine's son, I won't wrong him. When the time comes, I will divide one or two houses and fields, send him out, and let him live his own life."

Hearing this, Lady Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Tan Chun thought that Third Brother Cong was so outstanding, but in the end, he was still going to live outside the prefecture. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him in her heart.

Lin Daiyu just watched coldly, thinking of her own situation, and felt some sorrow in her heart again.

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