The door opened, and it was opened by an old man who was a little hunchbacked. Baoyu knew that it was Jia Dairu, nodded slightly, and looked inside.

I saw that Jia Zheng looked square, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, three strands of long hair under his chin, and he had a literati style and righteousness. This look is a learned person, if you don't know the roots, no one can see that it is a demon general-level Qingqiu fox clan, comparable to the Jinshi Wen.

Jia Zheng sat behind a large desk made of pine wood, which was also a screen-backed chair, a few points wider than Baoyu's. He let Baoyu in, and his face sank, adding to his majesty.

He asked in a deep voice, "I heard that you want Kaiwen Mountain from the Old Ancestor?"

Baoyu bowed his head and responded: "Yes." ”

"Disturbed by Mrs. Xing?"

"Yes. ”

Jia Zheng coughed twice and said, "If you want to say that Mrs. Xing, her background is a little low, and she may not do such a bad thing." Presumably not intentionally. He opened a fist-thick book, looked at himself, and said, "Anyone will have unintentional mistakes, and this is the end of the matter." ”

Baoyu nodded and said, "Everything is at the master's command." ”

These words are neither humble nor arrogant, but they seem to be extremely different. Jia Zheng's beard trembled, and when he looked at Baoyu, there was a sigh in his eyes - he hadn't seen Baoyu for a few days, and Baoyu had matured a lot.

[Before, was it too harsh?] He asked himself, and his voice couldn't help but soften a little: "If you want to say that you have disturbed Kaiwen Mountain, you really shouldn't take it lightly, but this is a matter in the house, and I am afraid of people laughing at it, so I will put it aside for the time being." I didn't bring you here today for these things, but for some things, and you didn't do it right. ”

Baoyu bowed his head and said, "Please give me advice." ”

Jia Zheng threw out a piece of paper, yellow in color, and in terms of size, it was thirty-two open when she saw Baoyu, similar to an ordinary written cover. He saw that there were words written on it, the font was upright, and it looked beautiful, but the content on it really didn't make him feel very comfortable.

"Remembering Qin'e", his pioneering work.

The paper was a little rough, but it was sturdy and thick, much better than what he used to practice calligraphy, and the first two sentences of "Remembering Qin'e" were written on it. He read it in a low voice, looking at Jia Zheng.

Jia Zheng shook his head and said angrily: "The west wind is fierce, and the geese in the sky are called frost and morning moon." Frost and early moon, the sound of horses' hooves is broken, and the sound of trumpets is swallowed. What a good thing, what a good word, it has been tarnished. He asked Jia Dairu to bring the charcoal basin, and then he burned the paper on fire, and took a deep breath: "I know you are very good to the girl in the room, but there are some things that should be paid attention to." You read this poem and don't put pen to paper, do you want to leave it to someone else to write the first one, and lose the original golden light?"

Baoyu bowed his head and said, "I was negligent." When the mandarin duck came that day, I thought it was a close person around the ancestor, so I didn't take precautions, who thought that it would be passed on. ”

"Mandarin ducks?" Jia Zheng sneered, "Do you know who wrote this half of the poem?"

"I don't know. ”

"It's Jia Huan's son of a scumbag!"

Jia Zheng slapped the table, stood up angrily, sat down again, and sighed: "No matter what, Jia Huan is your brother, and this matter cannot be investigated." It's just that you have to remember that the reason why Jia Huan knew this poem was not passed down from his ancestors.

The golden mandarin duck only said to the old ancestor to listen, and what made the house boil was your big girl Qiuwen! She was the first to say it to Jia Huan!

Baoyu bowed her head and was silent.

That's what he wants.

The key is not "Remembering Qin'e", but his two vows. 'If you don't open the mountain, you won't go out of the house, and if you don't write well, you won't write outside. If he violates this oath, he will write it!' The former has done it, and the latter, he will speak to all people.

The Rongguo Mansion has a great business, and it is rare to have any secrets, and his oath is the same as the words passed on to him by the attackers, and it has been spread by others. The arrival of the golden mandarin duck is an accident and a surprise, and the key is the autumn pattern.

Among those people present, Lin Daiyu and Mama Wang have just arrived, they have few popularity, shallow roots, and can't talk nonsense; Brother Parrot was rewarded to Lin Daiyu by the ancestors, and they may say it to the ancestors, but only in the ears of the ancestors, at most Mrs. Wang and Jia Zheng are added; they are sensible and do things properly, and they must have explained to Qingwen, Musk Yue, and Qiuwen and did not say anything; Qingwen has a strong temperament, but in her heart, she is the most to him, and she will not say it.

Musk Moon always learns from the attackers, and she always listens to the words of the attackers. Only Qiu Wen, a servile character, careful thinking, she is in the room for Baoyu, and she does not disobey other masters outside, and she can be stunned for a long time if someone praises her.

He thought that Qiu Wen would pass on the matter, pass it on to Sichun, pass it on to Li Kun, and pass it on to Aunt Zhao, but he didn't expect Qiu Wen to be the first to say it to Jia Huan. It's normal to think about it, he has an attack on people and Qingwen, even if he wants to accept a third aunt, there is also Musk Yue, and the autumn pattern is not on the list, and that Jia Huan, but there is no one in the room.

If you want to be a person in the room, you can be an aunt and a master, Jia Huan is a good place to go.

Jia Zheng sneered: "Fortunately, Dai Ru found out the clue, that evil animal was for no reason, scraped together fifty taels of silver to buy ten buckles of paper, and borrowed a wonderful pen from the disciples of Jia Yu Village. I went over and looked, and I really wanted to rob you of your original golden light. Fortunately, he is only a student, and he lacks talent, and he has written for two days, and only two sentences have been published, if he is allowed to finish writing and have the original golden light, how will you stay?"

Baoyu said with a smile: "Brother Huan likes it, take it, you can't go out of the door of the house." ”

Jia Zheng was angry and said, "You are magnificent." ”

Baoyu did not speak. It's just the original golden light of a song, and he really doesn't care much. With the backing of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, he dared to say that there were thousands of books in his chest, and there were thousands of ravines in his brain. It's just one article, what is it worth?

Jia Zheng pondered for a moment and said, "I heard that the old ancestor handed you a message. You may not know that Wang Shanbao is my former foreign manager. What does the external manager do and don't care, but what the internal manager does, do you know?"

Baoyu nodded.

Jia Zheng narrowed his eyes and said, "Since I know, it's just that, I don't have to say anything." You let Mingyan do the autumn pattern, and you can save a lot of trouble in the future. ”

Baoyu shook her head.

Jia Zheng was even more angry and asked, "What are you waiting for?

Baoyu asked rhetorically: "Master Su Wen is generous to his subordinates, have you used this?"

"No, I didn't. ”

"You don't even need it, what am I doing with the housekeeper?"

Jia Zheng looked at Baoyu at this time, and after looking at it for a long time, Le's beard was curled. He exclaimed: "You enemy, it's been interesting not to see you for a few days." Okay, okay! If you want to talk about external affairs, what is the internal management? A good man is determined in all directions, and his family makes some black and black things, and his ambition is short. Good, you're good!"

He and Jia Dairu glanced at each other, and said with a look full of approval: "In this case, I don't want to ask more about the affairs in your room, so I can handle it myself." Now that the matter has spread, the writing of "Remembering Qin'e" is urgent, so you will write it, and you will be admitted to Xiucai in the future, and you will be considered a good thing. ”

Baoyu was shocked and said, "But that oath ......"

"I didn't ask you to write outside, go back to your room and write by yourself. When it comes to practicing calligraphy, I don't know how well you practice, don't tarnish good words, come here, write a word for me. ”

When I go back to my room to write words, I don't write outside, and I don't count if I write a word casually? This Jia Zheng is really unreasonable. Baoyu secretly complained to herself, thought for a while, and said, "If you don't practice the words well, you won't dirty your eyes." This "Remembering Qin'e" ......" pretended to think about it for a long time, and said with a smile: "I just became a student, and I lack talent, so it will take three or five days to write it." There are many dreams at night, why don't you write it for me?"

Jia Zheng was shocked: "This is enough to kill Xuanhe's side, and you are willing to give it up?"

"You can't go out and outside the door of the house. ”

"You're atmospheric. ”

The same thing is said in a different way. Jia Zheng didn't want to get paid for Baoyu, thinking of the generosity and grandeur of "Remembering Qin'e", and it was very itchy, and his heart was like a cat scratching a mouse. He thought about it for a while, gritted his teeth, and said, "So, I'll write!"

He sharpened the ink himself, took the same amount of paper as before, and turned his fingers around the pen holder, but still withdrew it, and instead pulled out a pen that was all red.

"If you write such words, you will not be able to give in. Jia Zheng stroked Huo Wu Chihao and sighed in his mouth.

"Wait!" said Jia Dairu suddenly.

Jia Zheng and Baoyu turned their heads to look at him, and saw Jia Dairu brushing his beard, and asked smugly: "The old man has been curious when he learned that Bao Er Ye opened Wenshan, but I don't know how many Wenhuo Bao Er Ye lit?"

Baoyu knew that he was facing him, and replied, "Seventy-two in all." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a snort. Jia Zheng's handbook pressed the paper, and suddenly he tore up the ten-button paper worth fifty taels of silver; Jia Dairu's hand also lost strength, pulled off his big beard, grabbed his chin and laughed.

"Okay, good! At the beginning of Kaiwen Mountain, seventy-two simmers can be lit. Master, there is a successor in the house!"

Jia Zheng was still stunned. He has a humanistic position, which is one level lower than the strength of the demon general, but in fact, due to the situation of Jiafu in the Great Zhou Kingdom, he uses more effort in learning literature than his own cultivation, but the demon spirit and talent are inherently incompatible, so he does half the work, just a lifter.

Xiao Baoyu was born with the title of Tongling Baoyu, and the spirit of the demon clan is all on the Tongling Baoyu, which makes him think more. He wants Baoyu to be a good student to study literature, and in the future, he will be a showman, a lifter, a jinshi, and even a bachelor. As long as Baoyu becomes a bachelor, Jiafu's predicament will be swept away.

He had great expectations, so much so that Xiao Baoyu was stubborn, making him want to strangle his parents and sons.

And now that Baoyu Chu Kaiwen Mountain lit seventy-two simmers, looking at the Great Zhou Kingdom, I have never heard of such a genius. He is looking forward to hope, Jia Fu is hopeful!

Jia Dairu looked at the broken paper and sighed: "It's a pity that I have ten buttons of paper for fifty taels of silver." ”

"It's a pity, it's not a pity!" Jia Zheng threw away the ten-button paper worth fifty taels, as if it was a piece of shredded paper, tattered! Baoyu shook his head regretfully, fifty taels of silver is not a small amount.

He converted: one tael of silver is 1,000 big coins, and the purchasing power of big money is about the same as the currency of the previous life. Jia Zheng casually threw away a piece of paper, that is, 50,000 yuan.

"It's only fifty taels of silver, and it's only ten buckles of paper, what is it worth!" Jia Zheng opened one side of the carved cabinet and took out the Xuan ink incense box. Baoyu looked over and saw that there was a thin layer inside, but it looked like four or five pieces of paper. The surface is smooth and moisturized.

Jia Zheng carefully twisted out one and said with a smile: "Ten buttons of paper worth five hundred taels of silver can be used as a carrier for masterpieces like "Remembering Qin'e". The tattered 50 taels of silver, I'm afraid that if I can't write half of it, it will be broken and hurt. ”

Jia Dairu smiled: "It's me who has a lot of trouble." ”

Baoyu was able to ignite seventy-two simmers at the beginning of Wenshan, as the pioneering work, "Remembering Qin'e" is by no means an ordinary Xuanhe poem. Fifty taels of silver can carry poems at the level of fame, and ordinary Xuanhe level can also be used, but it is absolutely unbearable, and it can ignite seventy-two simmering works!

Jia Zheng glanced at Jia Dairu gratefully. Jia Dairu's two sentences saved Jia Huan's life and prevented him from being injured.

Once the paper can't bear it, he can't afford the power of "Remembering Qin'e" to blow up.

I just don't know, how tall can this masterpiece of lighting seventy-two simmers be?

[The name of this family is not obvious, I am afraid that it will affect "Remembering Qin'e", Xuan He is sure, but I am afraid it ......]

[Just over six feet, more than six feet? It's a pity, it's only seven feet at most...... Jia Zheng sighed.