Red Mansion: Incense and God Road, starting from the City God of Shenjing

Chapter 32: Illusion and Destruction

"The Book of Rites states: For seven years, men and women do not sit at the same table or eat together!"

"As a descendant of the Rongguo Mansion, how could you not even have this little bit of etiquette?"

"I think it would be better to expel him from the house while the ancestral hall is open, so as to avoid bringing shame to our ancestors in the future."

Sure enough, Jia Cong looked at Big Face Bao coldly.

This cannot be said to be an understatement.

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening!"

"My dear grandson, Baoyu must have been hysterical again today, but don't bother with him."

Grandmother Jia hurried out to mediate.

Jia Baoyu felt that the entire atmosphere of Rongqing Hall had changed today.

The old ancestor, sisters and maids who usually surrounded him, now all focused on Jia Cong.

An indescribable complex feeling of loss suddenly arose in my heart.

He subconsciously tried to grab the spiritual jade on his neck and threw it down again, but missed.

Then I remembered that I had already fallen once today.

"I remember there are a few quiet courtyards in the west. Clean up one for my sweetheart to live in."

This time when Lin Daiyu came to the capital, the only people who served her personally were Old Nanny Wang and a ten-year-old maid named Xueyan.

Seeing that Xueyan was very young and childish, and Nanny Wang was very old, Jia's grandmother thought that Daiyu was not satisfied with either of them.

He gave his second-class maid, named Yingge, to Daiyu. Just like Yingchun and the others, each of them had four nurses besides their own.

In addition to the two maids who were in charge of her hairpins and bracelets and bathing, there were four or five other maids who cleaned the house and did the chores.

They were all put together.

Seeing that everything was settled, Jia Cong stood up and said to Lin Daiyu.

"Sister, you have just arrived in Shenjing. If you want to go out for a walk on weekdays, you can go to my courtyard and find my guard commander Wang Er to send someone to protect you."

"Besides, Aunt Min just passed away, so it's normal for my sister to be in mourning."

"But in this mansion, you don't have to worry about so many rules."

"If you want to offer sacrifices, ask the servants in the mansion to prepare them."

"I believe both Aunt Min and I hope that my sister can be happy and healthy every day, rather than dwelling on the past and crying."

"As for what outsiders say, in this city of Shenjing, every family counts."

"Anyone who dares to gossip behind my back will have to consider how much my swords my family can withstand."

In the original novel, after Lin Daiyu entered the Rongguo Mansion, she was very young and there were few people in the Rongguo Mansion who had serious work.

He never mourned for Jia Min for even a single day, not even pretending.

To outsiders, it seems like a complete lack of etiquette and filial piety.

As for the girls in Rongguo Mansion, their reputations have long been ruined among the powerful people in Shenjing.

Jia Cong didn't think too much about what he said.

After all, we have modern thinking and know that the dead cannot be resurrected.

When one is alive, he has done things for the world; and when one is dead, he is mourning for the sake of the living.

It’s better to let it go sooner rather than later.

It can't be the same as the original.

He wrote such a tragic poem as "Three hundred and sixty days in a year, the wind, frost and sword are pressing hard."

It just fell into Lin Daiyu's ears.

He first used etiquette to refute Jia Baoyu's proposal.

Then he said there was no need to care about double standards such as ethics.

Such domineering and eccentric remarks.

If this were to get out, it would definitely cause countless old scholars to make bitter accusations.

But it made the sensitive Lin Daiyu feel at ease all of a sudden.

I feel like I have found support in this unfamiliar Rongguo Mansion.

"Thank you, Brother Cong!"

Lin Daiyu quickly stood up and thanked him.

The way he looked at Jia Cong was also particularly different.

"You're welcome, sister!"

Jia Cong nodded and walked out of Rongqing Hall with his hands behind his back.

He didn't take his hand out until he reached a corner of an alley with five people.

There was an extra piece of jade in his hand.

It was the magical jade that Jia Baoyu had just dropped.

Jia Cong had just secretly taken it in his hand when no one was paying attention.

Then I found an excuse to bring it out.

"I want to see what's so mysterious about you!" Jia Cong's eyes were calm.

Speaking of this world of the Red Mansion, what makes Jia Cong wary?

The first one ranked must be Fairy Jinghuan.

The Realm of Illusion, Book of the Twelve Beauties.

A bald monk and a lame Taoist priest.

After saying this, five streams of divine power burned and poured into the “Magic Jade” in his hand.

Jia Cong had anticipated several possible outcomes.

The conflict of power caused waves.

Refine jade and explore the mystery.

It is also possible that my current strength is not enough to get a glimpse of the mystery of this spiritual jade.

But no matter what, I didn't expect that the divine power had just touched the spiritual jade.

This magical jade actually shattered like an illusion.

……

"Found it, it's here!"

"Thank God, Master Bao's jade has been found."

At the same time, the cries of servants and nannies could be heard faintly from Rongqing Hall.

"Interesting, this piece of jade is actually an illusion, then his true form..."

"Forget it. I guess the time is not right yet. We have to wait a little longer."

Jia Cong suddenly had some guesses in his mind, and the fear in his eyes suddenly disappeared by more than half.

This is true of most things in the world.

What really makes people panic is the unknown.

Once the veil of mystery is lifted, there is not much left.

Shaking his head, Jia Cong was no longer in a hurry.

He returned to Lixiangyuan on his own and continued to seize everything in the world.

I studied various miscellaneous books and cultivated my mind and practiced the Dharma.

……

Afternoon
The moment of application

Lin Daiyu's new courtyard
Yingchun, Tanchun, Xichun and Shi Xiangyun already had a very good relationship with Lin Daiyu at this time.

Like sisters, they hid in the small courtyard and chattered non-stop.

"Girl, Sister Yuanyang from Lixiangyuan is outside."

"He said he was ordered by Third Master Cong to bring gifts here."

Daiyu's new maid, Yingge, who has changed her name to Zijuan, comes in to report.

"Oh, it must be Brother Cong who came to give Sister Lin a gift."

Tanchun covered her mouth and teased, "Zijuan, why don't you let Yuanyang in quickly? You're ruining your daughter's good fortune."

"I'll see how you explain it later."

"You, you are not a good girl!"

Lin Daiyu was extremely ashamed and angry, and she clutched her handkerchief tightly.

Zijuan, who was standing by, had already run out of the house to pick someone up, laughing.

"This must be Miss Lin, I heard the old lady often talking about her in Rongqing Hall before, and now she is finally here."

"He is truly a jade-like person..."

"I am Yuanyang, the head maid in the Third Master's courtyard, and I am here to greet Miss Lin."

Yuanyang came in and greeted Daiyu with a handkerchief.

After saying that, he waved outside the house.

"Hurry, bring everything in!"

Soon, four servants came in carrying two large boxes.

There were six maids behind, carrying silks and satins.

The most eye-catching one is a white fox fur coat.

There is not a single trace of other colors on the entire piece, and it is priceless.

In any era, it is a rare treasure.

According to legend, during the Warring States Period, Mengchangjun entered the Qin State and gave King Zhao of Qin a white fox fur coat.

King Zhao of Qin had countless rare treasures, but he loved this white fox fur coat alone. This white fox fur coat was not easy to come by, as it was selected from a strand of fur under the fox's armpit, which required a huge amount of material and human resources.

The idiom "collect stitches to make a coat" comes from here.

(End of this chapter)