Jia Xichun braided two small braids on both sides of his shoulders, wore a pink bright satin top jacket and a red gauze skirt, and his eyes that were wide open in the past, and a hint of sadness floated on this day.

Since her lifetime, her father Jia Jing went to Xuanzhen Temple in Duwai to find the immortal, and asked, "The Qi Refining Foundation and Building the Body of the Yuanying", her brother Jia Zhen, and her sister-in-law You Shi were almost too lazy to come and ask, but when they were asked, they gave her a strong shadow. After all, they were a family and connected by blood.

Jia Cong talked with his fourth sister for a while and took the lead in calligraphy and painting. Jia Cong did not regret it. He would do this again, and he would do it like this.

If you don't do this, Jia Xichun's ending would not be better. What Ning Guofu did will only make Jia Xichun, who is deeply aware of the crisis, protect himself, be ruthless and unrighteous. In the end, like Jia Jing, he became a monk to avoid disaster. There is no better way to say either of the two. Jia Zhen and Jia Rong's nature cannot be changed. In Jia Cong's view, it is natural to be deprived of death.

The formation of Jia Xichun's ruthless personality is precisely because of this family environment. If you want to change Xichun, you will have no other way besides taking care and communicating.

In fact, in ancient times, there were benefits of not having parents to discipline, especially those like Xichun and Daiyu, who had no worries about food and clothing. However, if Jia Baoyu and Jia Rong, having a father or mother deprived of human rights was actually a kind of suffering.

Jia Cong had a father and his nominal mother in this life, so how could he talk about the word "love" of love? Love never for no reason. Jia Cong never pretentiously entangled in family, friendship, and the "love" of love. This may be because of experience, wandering and paying more attention to reality. If you seek everything, what can you enjoy? In ancient and modern times, there is no perfect thing? Beautiful jade has flaws, which is a flaw. If you lose the big tree you are backed by, at least there is soil.

Human real life is not as legendary as novels. The families and society are troubled by ancient and modern times, and millions of people have suffering. Perhaps this kind of suffering has made countless people accept Tathagata and Jesus. The Western Bible is exactly the same as some Buddhist principles: if someone slapped you in the left face, you put your right face up and beat him.

"Is this picture good? You really have the talent to paint." Jia Cong praised. He just taught some of the theory of Xichun's sketching. This girl could really draw it. Jia Cong had a wide range of interests in his previous life. He originally wanted to take an art class or study liberal arts, but his science scores were excellent and he was forced to study science. The hodgepodge of education and money society, and his interests and dreams were stifled so worthless.

"Well, thanks to my brother's wonderful ideas, it turns out that there are thousands of methods to paint, but there are things that the ancients could not have imagined. This kind of charcoal brush painting is much simpler than various brushes, and the arrangement of the brush." ​​Jia Xichun's eyes lit up when she said that she was good at it.

In ancient times, painting was not done with a brush dipped in ink. In fact, it was so complicated that it was very expensive to draw a good painting. There were many things to pay attention to, and there were many things to pay attention to when painting, and Xichun later painted the Grand View Garden. Baochai issued a list, and just arranged the pen, and there were more than fifty.

The ancients also used charcoal pens. Before the ancients painted, they usually used charcoal pens to draw rough outlines, that is, to draw drafts. Therefore, Jia Cong proposed sketching, but Xichun didn't think it was very strange, but just thought that his brother's talent was unfathomable.

"Thousands of Dharmas? The fourth sister won't read Buddhist scriptures?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

"When I was bored in the boudoir, I would like to see. The old lady and the wife often taught people to copy Buddhist scriptures, why don't you know? I can recite the "Lingyun Sutra", read some of the "Diamond Sutra" and the "Lotus Sutra", and the Smart Son of Shuiyue's An often tells me..." Jia Xichun was full of relish. The "Lingyun Sutra" is a daily recitation of Buddhism. The first few paragraphs are catchy, and it is not difficult to memorize them.

Jia Cong was speechless, and was fascinated by the spring leisurely, not knowing which book he was memorizing: "I hope that all things in the world, who are tortured by their body and mind, can obtain endless happiness and joy..."

"It's not just Buddhism. There is a religion in the West that says the same thing as you: love your enemies, treat those who resent you, praise those who curse you, and bless those who scold you... If you want others to treat you, you will treat him as much as you want..." Jia Cong thought to himself: "It's better not to have a book than to believe in books. It's not the best to read it. The rare thing is to jump out... Don't be deceived by those words."

Jia Xichun seemed to have obtained Lunyin and remembered it silently. Jia Yingchun said at the door: "Look at what the two of them are talking about and what teachings they are. Come and listen to it."

Jia Cong said: "It's Christianity."

There were many Catholics in the Ming Dynasty, and there were also Western missionaries in Dashun. Therefore, what Jia Cong said was not a strange thing, but these ladies in the boudoir were not allowed to see and hear novelty outside.

After this, Jia Xichun stopped mentioning her brother and sister-in-law anymore. Sanchun sat for a while, and Jia Tanchun looked at Jia Cong's sticker, "My brother Cong's pavilion style is not as good as mine."

Tanchun loves calligraphy, Jia Cong responded: "You only attack, but I also have to read books and recite them. It is not glorious to use your own strengths to be shorter than others."

Yingchun smiled, Tanchun was very dissatisfied and sighed: "Will Brother Cong choose the autumn examination next month? If he is a man, I also want to take the eight-legged essay exam and make a name for himself, why can't we take the exam?"

Jia Cong scratched his head, and he had always spoken sharply, and was speechless. Yingchun rescued: "The third sister is blamed for you who reported to Sister Lian last year. She told her that she had not done anything to our business, but Sister Lian was no longer in charge of the house. Sister Zhu and Sister Zhu were too busy, and the third sister was not in the forefront and were still young."

"You guys talk, I'll go to Teacher Qin's house."

...

Jia Cong took out the reason for his study abroad and took Sun Fu out.

The fear and anxiety of the souls of the other world have been smoothed out in the cleansing of the years like a knife.

The sound of piano and music of Yanle Hutong, Bensi Hutong, Goulang Hutong, and Fanzi Hutong seemed to be sung for him. The entire Dongsi Pailhouse was intoxicated by the music, and the north and south hutongs were filled with a lot of sound. The rich young men, scholars and even nobles gathered here, and they bought laughter from their daughters, and were drunk and dreaming of death.

"Daughter is worried, when will the mother stop beating and scolding..."

"My daughter is sad, who will depend on for life in the future?"

"My daughter is happy, but my lover is not in harmony and will return home..."

"Master Cong, do I want to follow in?" Sun Fu stood outside the Jiaofangsi gate. Both the master and servant were wearing hats and black cloaks. The hats were surrounded by ears, and his face was also surrounded by tightly.

Many of the people who come in and out of here are dressed like this and stay on the front line. Some officials think that going to the teaching office to play with their wives and daughters is not moral, and some are good at this. They don’t want people to know, so they come over secretly, including six officials from the Nine Ministers.

Jia Cong is the number one child prodigy in Dashun and is famous, so he naturally doesn't want to be recognized. "You don't go in, I'll find it myself."

"Master Cong, Grandma Zhen is only in her thirties and looks very gorgeous. Maybe someone really robs her. We don't have the Ministry of Justice's redemption documents, what should we do?" Sun Fu was worried.
Chapter completed!