The cold wind howled, but there was a warm fragrance in the exquisite wooden house.

The flames licked the inner bottom of the gilt charcoal basin, and the warmth continued to diffuse. The attacker moved the charcoal basin closer to the bed, and put an embroidered handkerchief filled with cold snow water on Xiao Baoyu's head, and sat on the edge of the carved soft wooden bed and sighed.

She was wearing a long embroidered skirt with yellow buds, wrapped in a silk pipa top, touching the embroidered Pavin, and hurriedly re-applied the snow water. The cuffs of the long skirt brushed Xiao Baoyu's cheeks, which felt soft and delicate to the touch, and a warm fragrance was on the wings of her nose.

Baoyu knew where the fragrance of the house came from, and instead of sighing, he relaxed his facial muscles and let his expression sleep naturally. Maybe it's more natural to be unconscious.

He heard that he was unconscious, and he wanted to continue to be unconscious. I thought it was a dream, but what I heard in my ears and what I saw was different from before.

He should have been drunk and collapsed at home, with a messy but warm bed and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and if the windows were closed, there should have been a strange smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

But what did he see: next to him was a half-open girl, with virtuous eyebrows and eyes, and her face was at least 90 points or more on the Internet.

There is a thick cyan gauze curtain on the opposite side, which looks like an ancient blue gauze cupboard; there is a semi-circular table against the wall on one side of the gauze curtain, and he can see that it is carved from fine beech wood in one go, and it is very valuable; against the beech wood table sits a person, wearing a pink embroidered hundred butterfly flower skirt, like an ancient lady, embroidering on the silk that she has put on her own.

On one side of the wall hangs a seven- or eight-meter-long ink painting, in which the old woman takes a few women to climb the mountain to play, the charm is vivid, and the clouds are steaming, so that he does not dare to look at it again, and his heart is even more bottomless - this picture looks like a tourist walking at first glance, and he almost can't tell the truth from the fake. He had seen paintings by ancient masters in museums, and the price was millions of dollars, which was nothing compared to this picture.

Pinching the palm, the soft and delicate feeling of being a little short made him feel cold. Where's himself? Obviously a ten-year-old child, his skin is more delicate than many women. He saw a bronze mirror on the table below the ink painting, and he didn't dare to wake up to take a look.

[Let's wait and figure out the situation.] He breathed a sigh of relief, allowing his expression to be natural.

Qingwen put down the embroidery, glared back with hatred, and muttered to herself: "Sister, what do you care about him?" often advise him to adjust his body and study hard, don't always think about those twists and turns, what about him?" The embroiderer fell, and his chest was swollen with anger, but he grabbed the handkerchief in the attacker's hand and changed the snow water to Baoyu.

"On this snowy day, in the cold winter, I have to eat our sister's rouge, and if he doesn't give him food, he will run to his wife to find Jin Chu'er. This is not cold, and you and I were scolded by Mrs. ”

The attacker moved the charcoal basin closer, drank saliva and rested, and said, "If you want to see it, you can take a snack, don't be there for a while." Fever is the most troublesome, and you have to put a cloth to cool down, and you can't stand the cold. We have to take care of Second Master Bao. ”

Bao Erye, Jia Baoyu, Dream of Red Mansions!

Baoyu quietly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes staring at the painting with green light, and then the tables and chairs and utensils placed in the room, which were all very valuable. The teapots, teacups, and vases on the table are moist and shiny, which should also be good things for the official kiln. What kind of immortal did he please and cross over to a place like Jiafu?

[Dream of Red Mansions, Jiafu, Daguanyuan......] Baoyu muttered in his heart, a pair of eyes like a hungry wolf that sees meat. Cross it, cross it, whether his soul wears it or something else, thank all the gods and goddesses. He didn't have much to worry about in the 21st century, although he made a lot of money in the middle level of a company, but those were nothing compared to the luxury of Jiafu. Jiafu, this is a representative of 5,000 years of luxurious life!

Of course, the fate of Jiafu is not very good, 'it is really clean to end up in a white expanse', which sounds sad. But who are we? It is a modern person who has crossed over, and it is not easy to change something in the feudal era?

Take 10,000 steps back, even if you can't change it, we won't run away with gold and silver?

[It doesn't matter if you don't have Xiaobaoyu's memory, it's a big deal to pretend to have amnesia. Baoyu is full of ambition and is about to get up.

At this time, Qingwen sighed, ran to the semi-circular table and picked up the half-embroidered handkerchief, and said without looking back: "You take care of it first, I will finish embroidering the handkerchief." The words were not complete, and the show hand was like wearing a colorful butterfly, and the handkerchief was embroidered in an instant.

The attacker just got up and sat down again, and said with a smile: "You are still concerned about the second master." She took a nap to watch Qingwen go back to take care of Baoyu, but she didn't know that Baoyu's whole body was stiff, and cold sweat was raging under the brocade-white thick satin quilt.

[Immortals, monsters, and the red mansions that were said to be good!] Baoyu dared to use his head to ensure that he was not mistaken, and he was definitely frightened. When he first saw Qingwen, he was amazed, only to see the water snake waist and shaved shoulders, and the slight shaking was like rain. Unlike Qingwen's temperament, Qingwen can score more than 95 points just on her appearance.

He also lamented how beautiful the Red Mansion was, all of them were legendary foxes. He saw Qingwen's left hand turn into a fluffy beast claw, and he embroidered a veil with three strokes and five divisions. Change and when you look at it, the speed is not something that people can do.

[Wong Tai Sin, fox spirit, oh my God, is this the Red Chamber or Liaozhai?] Baoyu trembled three times in fright, and immediately woke up the attacker. The assailant ran over and grabbed him by the wrist, cheered him up, and hugged him.

"Wake up! Bao Er Ye is awake!"

"Oh, wake up. The head is dazed. ”

Baoyu got up helplessly, lifted the satin quilt and wrapped it in him, and dialed the charcoal fire, and a burst of warmth came to his face. Qingwen also ran over to see him, looked up and down, threw over a box of rouge, and scolded with prick up her eyes: "It's good to wake up, you can eat rouge again when you wake up." Here you go, all for you to eat, you have enough to eat!"

Stuck at the waist, the two onion-like nails on his left hand are two or three inches long, and there are still traces of golden impatiens dyed red. When Baoyu saw her, she was frightened, pretending to be calm, and thought: It is worthy of being assigned to one of the four martyrs of the Dream of Red Mansions, and it is scary enough to start a fire.

The attacker reprimanded: "The second master just woke up, and you came to take it big if you were not light or heavy." The rouge box smiled and threw it back, and asked Qingwen: "Go and see what's good in the big kitchen, the second master just woke up, find something to make up." "I took 500 big money and gave it to Qingwen.

Qingwen muttered, "Musk Moon and Autumn Pattern are waiting there." Autumn Pattern is an uneasy one, but there is still Musk Moon here, can you use me?"

said that he also went, for fear that the sister-in-law of the Liu family, who was in charge of the big kitchen, would not be satisfied, so she took 500 Wen from her body and took it away with what the attacker had given.

As soon as she left, Baoyu relaxed, her whole body was weak, and her eyes were full of stars. Baoyu stood up under the support of the attacker, moved his arms, and thought to himself that this legendary loser was in poor health.

When I walked, my whole body went limp, and when I moved, I was out of breath. Although he was recovering from a serious illness, he felt that Xiao Baoyu's original health was not good.

[The foundation is thin, I don't know what the appearance is. Baoyu walked in front of the half-sized bronze mirror with great anticipation.

In the Dream of Red Mansions, Jia Baoyu is called a handsome and a beautiful, and they all say that they look better than Pan An, and in Cao Dada's description, Jia Baoyu is much more handsome than Pan An. He stood in front of the bronze mirror, and suddenly felt that even if his identity was revealed and he died, it would not be a loss.

He's not ugly, but compared to the people in the mirror, there's really no place to reason. I saw that the people in the bronze mirror had sideburns like knives, eyebrows like ink paintings, noses like hanging gall, eyes like autumn waves, and their faces were a little sick and pale, adding a touch of delicacy.

It's very handsome, not feminine, this looks like a man's muscle mass, and the same sex is obsessed with it. Baoyu walked around and warmed his body, and his mind became clear. He thought about his situation and asked casually: "My head is very confused, and I can't remember many of them." Tell me something about it, and remind me of something. ”

The attacker was shocked: "It's not that you lost your soul, right?" Hurriedly grabbed Baoyu with one hand, and touched Baoyu's forehead with the other: "Why don't you look for the old ancestor? The old ancestor has cultivated to a high level, and he also has a high attainment in the three souls and seven spirits." "This is talking about Jia Mu.

She took Baoyu and walked to the covered bridge outside the blue gauze cupboard, which startled Baoyu. He has a high level of cultivation and has a high attainment in the Three Souls and Seven Spirits? This is what he is afraid of. stopped the attacker at the moment, and said with a smile: "I'm just a little confused, don't bother the old ancestor." ”

When he went out, he was Jia Mu's warm pavilion, he was really afraid, very afraid.

Baoyu looked around and saw a book on the ground, grabbed it and handed it to the attacker: "Dizzy, you can read to me first." ”

He was also sick and rushed to the doctor, and as soon as he said it, his heart trembled-I don't know if the attacker is illiterate, and if he can't read, he will immediately be exposed.

Fortunately, the attacker took the book and said angrily: "You will bury me, knowing that I don't know a few big characters." Flipping through the book: "This is a history book sent by the master, I wanted you to look at the deeds of your predecessors and be a willing and motivated person, but you threw it away."

Let's say okay first, I don't know much, don't blame me if I can't read well. ”

"No, no, no. Baoyu wiped a cold sweat.

This is a world of red mansions, but it is a strange, scary, and magnificent world of red mansions that amazes him. The attacker was not very literate, and he read it stumblingly, and he had to ask him if he didn't recognize some words, which made him tremble as if he were walking on thin ice.

The characters on it are very familiar and are traditional characters. Most of the traditional Chinese characters are recognizable to modern people, but there are also many that are not recognized. There are a lot of familiar traditional Chinese characters that can be compared in your mind, but there are also some, such as the simplest word 'cai' in simplified Chinese, and the traditional version will make everyone except liberal arts scratch it.

He fooled the attacker and made the attacker keep reading.

The more he thought about it, the wider his eyes widened.

Demons, barbarians, ghosts, spirits, ghosts, ......ghosts,

There are demons in the West Sea, and they go along the water veins;

There are dogs in the East, wings are good at flying, dominating the land of the great barren mountains and thousands of miles;

The white fox in the south, living in Qinggeng Peak, the men in the world are fascinated by it;

There are wolves in the north, which regard the soil and rocks as nothing, and the nonsensical cliffs are easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The Quartet Demon Clan is a country of its own, and none of them is weaker than the Great Zhou Kingdom, so there are barbarians living in the wilderness as a buffer, so there is no big war.

In addition to the troubles, there are also internal worries. Not to mention that there are demons and monsters everywhere, just talking about ghosts, spirits, ghosts and ghosts is enough for people to bear.

Most of them are harmless and do not live in groups, but they are very powerful and powerful, and they have compared the emperors of the Quartet Demon Clan. When Baoyu heard that there was a ghost walking in the Great Wilderness Mountain, he actually let the Great Wilderness Mountain be thousands of miles away and kill tens of thousands of tengu by drought, and he was really frightened when he heard it.

The attacker poured him a cup of tea and said with a smile: "These are all foreign histories, and behind them are from our Great Zhou Kingdom, and there are powerful people who have not been in the Great Zhou Kingdom, but have been widely circulated." The lord has always wanted you to read more, and you will be able to occupy a few words in the future, isn't it the lintel of the light gate?"

In and out of the words, Baoyu was persuaded to read, which made Baoyu and the second monk puzzled. Studying, being a literati?

He swallowed his spittle—would an unarmed literati be useful in such a world?"

"Book of Songs", "Book of Rites", "Book of Rites", "Book of Music", Confucius Sheng!

The Great Zhou Kingdom was vast, and Confucianism accounted for nine out of ten. In ancient times, Confucius created the way of strategy, stood alone in the world, was the first to establish Confucianism, and then Mencius founded poetry, and divided into the six arts of Confucianism, and then Xunzi, Zengzi, and Han Feizi subdivided their knowledge and improved Confucianism.

Confucius was canonized and had a boundless longevity; Mencius was a half-saint and had a lifespan of 8,000 years; Xunzi, Zengzi, Han Feizi and other achievements were great Confucianists and were successively promoted to semi-saints. The pen is shocked, and the ink falls and shatters the mountains and rivers. Hearing this, Baoyu was excited, and he couldn't help himself for a long time.

Seeing that he was fascinated, the attacker was secretly happy in his heart, and continued to read.

There are Lu Ji with "Wen Fu", "Sigh Fu", "Missing Engraved Fu", "Debate on the Dead" and other semi-saints.

There is Liu Xian, who won the title of half-saint with a total of ten volumes of "Wenxin Carving Dragon".

Wu Jun was awarded the title of semi-saint by virtue of the thirty volumes of "Qi Chunqiu", the ten volumes of "Temple Records", the twelve volumes of "Twelve Prefecture Records", and the five volumes of "The Biography of the Ancestors of Qiantang".

Li Daoyuan achieved great Confucianism with "Notes on the Water Classic", "Benzhi" thirteen articles and "Seven Hires".

There is Yang Xuanzhi who has achieved great Confucianism with "Luoyang Jialanji".

There is Jia Siyi, who has achieved great Confucianism with "Qi Min's Technique".

There is Shen Yue with 110 volumes of the Book of Jin, 100 volumes of the Book of Song, and 20 volumes of the Book of Qi, and the world calls it the head of the Great Confucian.

......

The attacker is a person who can read, and some words are also full of emotion if he doesn't recognize them. She closed the book, raised her eyes and saw Baoyu as if she was drunk, and laughed: "Wake up, I'm done." ”

"Done?" Baoyu looked up in surprise.

These are all from the north and south dynasties forward, but what about Tang poems, Song poems, and Yuan songs? He almost snatched the book, looked at the traditional Chinese awkwardly, dumbfounded, and couldn't help himself.

There are no Tang poems!

There is no Song word!

There is no meta-song!

There is no Yu Shinan!

No Wei Zheng!

There is no Shangguan Yi!

No Li Yu!

There is no Xu Changtu!

There is no Kou Zhun!

No Yang Guo!

No Liu Bingzhong!

No meta is good to ask!

But all the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, there is not one!

Baoyu grabbed the book, inexplicably excited.

He turned to the level of knowledge, that is, the page of the literati degree, watched carefully, read carefully, and became more and more unable to help himself.

Nine is the pole of the yang number, and Confucianism happens to be divided into nine literary positions, which are Shengyuan, Xiucai, Juren, Jinshi, Bachelor, University Scholar, Great Confucian, Semi-Sage, and Sage.

[Lighting the simmer is to be a student, and the talent is descending from the sky, and you can see ten lines at a glance; the student takes up 9981 simmers and ignites Wenshan is a show of talent, you can talk on paper, and every hook is powerful; Xiucai burns Wenshan to refine the courage to become a person, and it can be exported into a chapter;

It is said that a good literati is a gall, and the nine literary mountains are condensed into nine literary galls to achieve the rank of Jinshi.

Jinshi doesn't need to be exported, and every word is spoken, and all laws follow! Is this true? How can this be true!]

Baoyu looked back, and saw that Jinshi had only a few words after that, and he had never written in detail. He walked to the long desk on the side, sat down on the screen-backed chair, and unconsciously stroked the four treasures of the study with his fingers.

[Jinshi can say a word, ten thousand laws follow, and can also enjoy 500 years of life, I have the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties as the backing, become a Jinshi, it's not difficult, right?]

Baoyu's eyes widened, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she suddenly clenched the brush. [What a sage is so virtuous, but I have the backing of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, so what is the difficulty of becoming a sage?

Thinking of the saint's eternal life, Baoyu's heart beat violently and thumped like a drum.

He gritted his teeth, gritted his teeth, and said viciously: "I want to be a saint!"

Attacking people has always been virtuous, and they can't listen to this kind of big words: "Don't talk about saints, as long as you win the lift, the lord will beat gongs and drums to the ancestral hall to thank Dade." ”

"You don't believe it?" Baoyu was a little stupid.

Attackers coaxed him: "Letter~" The tone of his mouth was elongated, and he brought the charcoal basin close to Baoyu's desk, "If you want to be a saint, you have to read, and I don't see a saint who doesn't read." ”

"Read. "Baoyu is crisp and neat.

He took the book from the table, spread the paper, sharpened the ink, and held the pen in a similar manner, and suddenly was dumbfounded.

Traditional Chinese characters, he can't write.

...

...

Baoyu spread the paper, sharpened the ink, and wrote: "At the beginning of the new book, I hope to ask for support!"

But those who vote, reward, rate, and book review area are lively, and they deserve to live forever!