[comprehensive] superior skills

At the beginning of the autumn wind, a desolate and procrastinating team winds on the official road outside the city. Thousands of people with disheveled hair, rickets and tired bodies full of scars are struggling to move forward with shackles on their backs.

Song Ci stood far away on the hill, looking at the exiles who were driven away by the guards' flogging.

Since the failure of the abolished prince's rebellion in the middle of the year, almost half of the Forbidden City has been stained red with the blood of treasonous sinners.Some of the rest who were not guilty of death were also exiled as slaves and could not return to Beijing forever.

Song Ci deliberately rushed out of the city at this time not to see the jokes of these people, but since she gave Qin Keqing the life-saving red silk back then, she had to follow through no matter what.

After the Shi family ransacked the house, Shi Taijun entrusted the Lin family to buy all the female family members who sold them back. However, because of Jia Zhen, the culprit in Ning's mansion, the remaining family members who barely survived had only one way to survive outside the customs.

With Song Ci's means, it is not difficult to think of a way to change Qin Keqing's face, but the strange thing is that no matter how hard she searches, she can't find Qin's figure among the family members of the guilty minister.

Also missing is Jia Xichun, the fourth daughter of the Jia family.

In view of the fact that many beautiful criminal women are inevitably humiliated, Song Ci also pays special attention to prison guards who like to buy and sell people privately, but unfortunately they still get nothing.

The team in front of them is the last batch of exiles who should be sentenced to leave Beijing, but there are only a few old women mixed in, and there is no trace of a young and beautiful woman.

Song Ci sighed, turned and left silently.

It was God's will, not because she broke her promise.

Since entering the Red Chamber, this was the first time Song Ci felt that he was beyond his power. He was inevitably a little depressed, and he lowered his head and kicked the pebbles to vent his anger.

As if the heavens were going against her too, a misty drizzle was falling, carrying the unique chill of autumn, which was particularly biting.

Song Ci raised his hand and put up a rain cover in front of his eyes, and hurried towards the small forest not far away. There was a narrow path in the middle of the forest, and there happened to be a straw shed at the end to shelter from the rain.

She went into the shed, and took advantage of the cover of the grass curtains around to find a cloak and put it on. She wanted to get a cup of hot cocoa to keep out the cold, but suddenly she heard voices coming from the back of the shed.

Song Ci quietly looked through the gap between the straw curtains, and saw two young nuns in coir raincoats complaining all the way to this side.

The round-faced little nun in the middle kept talking, "I really don't know what the master thinks, a good Buddhist temple should be invited to press down on it. There was already a wonderful jade that people couldn't bear, but now What's the matter again, Mr. Yuan. Even though it is fate, he is more particular about eating and using than Miaoyu. This is what kind of monk, and he is not afraid of blaspheming the Buddha."

The little nun who followed immediately echoed: "Amitabha, don't talk about it. I heard from Senior Sister Jinghui that this fate master has a great background, and it is destiny to be able to fall into our ashram. You must not neglect it."

"If the pure and comfortable monks have to be divided into three, six, nine, etc., then why do they eat fast and chant Buddha? Just like today, people just see the wind and get a little cold, and they obviously have spare pills, but they have to let you and me Brave the rain and go to get the medicine according to the prescription. Is your life and mine so cheap?"

The round-faced little nun became more and more aggrieved, "If we also catch cold and die of illness, I don't know who can feel sorry for us."

"Bah, bah, bah, childish words!"

The little nun next to her hastily stretched out her hand to slap her on the mouth: "Since you know that no one will hurt you, you should take good care of yourself. What are you doing to talk about life and death? If you don't practice this life and the next life, Amitabha, don't do it again." It's a lie."

After the two little nuns walked away slowly, Song Ci stepped out of the hut.

She had an intuition in her heart that the Mrs. Liaoyuan these two little nuns were talking about might be the long-lost Qin Keqing.

In order to confirm his guess, Song Ci put on a cloak, concealed himself and chased in the direction the little nun came from.

Not long after walking, I saw an old tree with luxuriant foliage, and a white low wall erected not far away, surrounded by more than a dozen rustic houses, surrounded by green smoke, which seemed a bit out of the world .

In the small courtyard behind the Buddhist hall, Song Ci easily found Qin Keqing, who had changed his name to Yuan, and Jia Xichun, who was also practicing like her.

Presumably, the royal family acquiesced to the existence of this relic of the sea because of the love of blood, and also gave Qin Keqing the best home.

Song Ci stood quietly outside the window for a long while, seeing that their aunt and nephew were doing everything well. Although they couldn't go out to meet people at will, it was far better than the original situation, and the regret in their hearts was also let go.

The sky was still drizzled with drizzle, but Song Ci seemed to be bathed in spring light.

In the nearly ten years since she joined the Red Mansion, she has never felt so relaxed and happy for a moment, as if all the heavy burdens on her body have been lifted.

Zhen Yinglian's fate has been broken, and the rest of the short-lived ghosts have their own futures. Apart from Feng's mother and son, she has nothing to worry about in this world.

Back in the capital, Song Ci spent a quiet time with Feng Shi and the three younger brothers, carefully imagined the difficulties that their mother and child might encounter in the future, and handed Feng Shi a bottle of life-saving pills and a A casket of priceless precious gemstones.

After all, mother and daughter are united, seeing her daughter taking out these things for no reason, Feng had a vague premonition, but she knew in her heart that Yinglian was no different than ordinary people, so she didn't dare to say anything, but just accepted it with tears and hid it in the secret place.

As the New Year approached, Lin Ruhai presented Fanbang’s latest firearms and warship blueprints at the court meeting. After being hit by the abolition of the crown prince and gradually handing over power to his son, Kangxi Emperor Longyan Dayue, who seldom came to court, granted Lin Ruhai peace in court. Hou, hereditary descended from three generations.

Lin Ruhai never expected to see the Lin family repeating the glory with his own eyes, and immediately wept with joy, even disregarding his former demeanor.

Only Song Ci, who has been staying in the palace, knows why Emperor Kangxi is willing to make great efforts to reward the Lin family.

In order to avoid going to the country again, she has embedded the war and suffering of more than 100 years in the minds of two generations of emperors like imprints for seven consecutive days, hoping that they can pass this image down from generation to generation and remember the shame of subjugation.

It is precisely because those in power hate and guard against Western barbarians in their bones that Lin Ruhai's contribution has the opportunity to be doubled in return.

The Lin family, who had re-entered the honorary ranks, held a big wedding banquet, and Song Ci also took advantage of the opportunity to see everyone in the Rong Mansion who had been out of sight for a long time.

The Jia family, who had recovered their white bodies, moved out of the imperial mansion and squeezed into a four-entry mansion in the outer city. Because all the family property was confiscated, this house was kindly provided by Lin Ruhai.

It's just that it's rented, but Jia's family didn't pay a penny of rent, and the deed is also in Lin Daiyu's hands.

Today's younger sister Lin has become the Jia family's greatest reliance, and no one dares to disrespect her. Compared with Feng's status in the Lin family, it is no worse.

Shi Taijun, who has suffered repeated blows, is still tough, but Jia She, the old man who called for separation when the accident happened, sees that the money and contacts are all in the second room. Instead, he would rather die than leave his mother, and insists on taking his children and grandchildren to perform filial piety together.

The concubines of Dafang, father and son were unwilling to live in poverty from now on, and made a mess all day long for a little food. Jia Mu couldn't bear the second wife's bad heart, and finally gritted her teeth to resist Jia Amnesty's protest and separated.

Apart from Li Wan's dowry belonging to the second room, there were only a few pieces of jewelry that his wife and grandma brought with them when they left the house.

Only the house I live in now is from the Lin family, but because Jia She's family has nowhere to go, Jia's mother can't do anything to drive her children and grandchildren to the street to fend for themselves, so she just let people build a wall from the middle , and opened the gate of the courtyard separately, and the two families lived in their own houses from then on.

Lin Daiyu was afraid that Jia's mother would be in trouble, so she donated one of the little Zhuangzi she bought in her hand.

Although her dowry was confiscated, most of the money in the box was secretly kept.With these 10 taels, not to mention a small ten-acre village, it would be okay to buy a compound and move out, but it’s hard to tell because my grandmother is still alive.

Seeing her granddaughter being so considerate, Jia's mother deeply felt that her family was dragging her down. From then on, she held Daiyu even more, and angered Mrs. Xing, who was already jealous.

She didn't dare to get angry with her mother-in-law, so she just used the concubines and aunts in the yard to spread fire all day long, but none of these people was easy to provoke, and the disputes continued from then on.

Wang Xifeng kept her son and daughter, and didn't care how Jia Lian fooled around. She just focused on taking care of Zhuangzi, trying to find ways to increase income and reduce expenditure, so as to save more for her children.

The first room went through a day-to-day life, but the second room glowed like the vegetation in spring.

Ever since Jia Baoyu was imprisoned, he seemed to have suddenly come to his senses. He followed Jia Zheng all day to urge the children in the family to study and improve, and wanted to use his own ability to protect his parents, wife and children from the wind and rain.

Mrs. Wang sees her son working hard to improve himself, and his daughter-in-law is willing to spend money to honor his parents-in-law. Even Aunt Zhao, who has been arrogant for more than ten years, shrinks her tail and behaves like a human being. She has no other thoughts and only concentrates on taking care of her grandson. Xiang's eldest daughter added some sesame oil money, and prayed to gods and Buddhas to bless her with safety and success.

Taking advantage of the good days when the Lin family was entrusted with the Marquis, Shi Taijun reappeared in front of the guests with his family as in-laws, hoping to take the opportunity to find a family for Baoyu and his granddaughter Tanchun who had passed the blooming period.

Lin Ruhai understood that Jia's mother still couldn't let go of her children and grandchildren at such an advanced age, so she ignored it and left it to her own luck.

The atmosphere in the front yard was just right, and the female relatives in the backyard were not idle either.

In order to commemorate this memorable day, Lin Ruhai specially asked the saint for a court painter to paint for his family as a souvenir.

Thanks to the blessing of the Lin family, not only did Song Ci take a group photo with Feng's mother and daughter, but even King Yinjiao was lucky enough to get the only color photo in his life.

Rubbing Feng's familiar loving eyebrows and eyes on the canvas, and nodding at the tips of the little noses of his younger brothers who were slightly wrinkled because they couldn't bear it, Song Ci's heart suddenly felt sore.

No matter how beautiful the Red Mansion is, it is not her destination. It is time to wake up from this dream.

Song Ci was used to seeing life and death through the world, and he didn't want to add to the pain of parting, so he only quietly left a letter and left alone with King Yinjiao.

In the winter night, the biting cold wind is getting stronger and stronger, and one person and one pet gradually disappear in the snowstorm.

With the ringing of the first year of Yongzheng, a new era has come.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: My friends, the chapter of Red Mansions is over, and a new world is beckoning to us. Come on!