Jia Zheng had a meal at Jia Zhen's place in the East Mansion that day. When he came back at night and heard that Madam Wang had informed him of this matter, he sighed with emotion! He immediately called Jia Lian in and instructed him, Everything was carried out according to the etiquette of Baoyu's side room. He was moved to Li Xiangyuan for Li Congfeng's funeral. After seven days, he was moved to Lingjia Temple. On the day of departure, Baoyu's servants were sent to the Iron threshold Temple to be buried before returning. Jia Zheng also sent an edict to reward another hundred taels to his family. In Sheyue, it was considered very glorious! This was a story for another time.
That night, Baochai and Xiangyun lived in the East Courtyard, while Ying 'er and Cui Lv were outside, chatting. "Let's sleep together today. I'm a little scared!" Cui Lv said.”"What are you afraid of?" Ying 'er asked. Sister Sheyue is very good to us, and he died easily. I'm not afraid even if he comes.”"If we're talking about Sister Sheyue, there's really nothing to be afraid of." He was usually so peaceful, like a gourd whose mouth had been sawed off. He did not expect him to be so fierce!”"It's not easy to tell! Xiren's sister cried so hard, but she was fine in the end. No one was wary of him, but he had an old idea. This kind of thing was not done for anyone to see. It was just to let go of his conscience!”"Every time I stay here with you, we'll have fun together." He was the only one who never took another step and only served Second Master wholeheartedly. One time, I saw Second Master Bao coming down from the old lady's place. He and Qiu Wen were holding a hat and a bag. They looked like cameos on the stage. Now that he was gone, he might be with Second Master.”"Who knows?" Ying 'er asked. People say that you are a little silly, but this is really silly!”
Inside, Baochai and Xiangyun were chatting. Hearing their words, he could not help but feel sad! "Like Sheyue," said Baochai,"it's a worthy death. I don't have his good fortune!" "Sister Bao," said Xiang Yun,"you've always been open-minded. Why do you have such pedantic views? If we were to talk about the circumstances that the two of us were in, we would have a hard life. But you are much better than me, you have a mother and brother, and your family is doing well; On the second level, your aunt is still alive and I heard that you have already been blessed. In the future, you will give birth to a good son and be the old Lord. Isn't that old farmer Paddy Fragrance a role model?”"Don't you know about my brother?" Baochai asked. Only the ones that make me worry. In the past two years, my mother has also been ill. As for raising children, which one was easy? Everyone said that they hoped for the future, so they definitely knew what the future would be like. I don't think so. Be Cheng Ying, be Gongsun Chujiu, see different things, each do their own heart!”
Xiangyun said,"A person's temperament is closely related to his life's fortune. It's not that I'm flattering you in front of you, but how can you not have good fortune in the future when you treat people like this? Look at that girl, she has a sharp mouth and a strange mind when she writes poems. I tried to persuade him many times, but he couldn't change.”"Speaking of Pin 'er, we're very good too. I treat him like my own sister." That year, when I moved out, I couldn't bear to part with him and even sent him a song! He is also Qu Yuan, Jia Yi and other first-class figures, that temperament is not as good as him, but the world is not as good as him. Later, he was so suspicious, partly because of his circumstances, partly because of his illness, so he could not be blamed.”"Isn't Zijuan Qu Yuan and Jia Yi of the Pao 'er?" Xiangyun asked.”"It's because they have the same temperament that they have that kind of friendship!" Baochai said. This can't be forced." After saying that, he sighed.
For a moment, Baochai remembered Xiangyun's situation and said,""I've been thinking about you all this while. Now that you're here, you're talking about irrelevant gossip. How's your family situation? Don't you have any foundation?" "Except for that broken house and bits and pieces of furniture, and a few boxes of old books, what else is there?"”"That's difficult," said Baochai. We all know your aunt's temper. In the past, she disliked you, not to mention that she's married! Don't be oversensitive. In my opinion, you should have a serious idea.”"I'm just a lonely ghost," said Xiang Yun."What else do you want? Are you going to teach me to be an attacker? Wouldn't that be a joke? I also thought about it: He didn't have any nostalgia, but he didn't have the courage. Become a nun? It doesn't match my temperament. If he had no other choice, he might go to the Duke's manor to teach. When I'm free, allow me to write poems and cultivate. These are the best days!”
"Why teach?" asked Baochai. If you want to cultivate, this Longcui Nunnery is very quiet. Fourth Younger Sister will also be lonely living alone. If you don't mind his loneliness, you'll move in to be his companion. He chants his Buddha, you cultivate your Dao, and we can still meet often. Didn't Third Younger Sister say that she wanted you to stay in Chong Xing Poetry Club? It seemed that Madam had nothing to be unhappy about. Wasn't it better than going elsewhere? If you rent out those rundown houses of yours, you can even supplement them with some pocket money. If you don't think too much, just let it be!”Xiang Yun said,"That's fine. It's just that Uncle has come back and knows that I'm staying at someone else's house. I'm afraid it's not suitable!"”"What's the big deal?" said Baochai. If your uncle comes back, you can often go home to see him or live on both sides. Who will dare to stop you?”"This way, I'll become a Daoist nun in your Jia residence." Don't learn from Sister Feng and ask Qin and Yun to take care of me!”After saying that, he chuckled. Baochai couldn't help but laugh.
Suddenly she heard the golden bird on the big bell in the outer room muttering more than ten times. Baochai knew that she had already made friends. "It's late at night, and you still have the problem of choosing a seat. Go to bed early!"”The night was silent.
The next day, Xichun heard about Sheyue and came to comfort Baochai. Zijuan knew that Xiangyun had come and was staying with Baochai, so she also came to see Xiangyun. Coincidentally, when Xiangyun and Baochai went to look for Aunt Xue, they didn't see her. Zijuan, however, went to the place where Sheyue's spirit rested and prayed under an incense stick. She cried in pain and then returned to Longcui Nunnery.
It turned out that Zijuan had originally wanted to go with Daiyu, but because she was a slave of the Jia family, she had no name to go with Daiyu, so she had been delayed. Ever since he followed Xichun, he had been meditating in the Mokugyo Sutra every day, and his heart was much quieter than before. But thinking of Daiyu, Hua Chen and Yue Xi couldn't help but shed tears. At first, because of Daiyu's death, he also deeply blamed Baoyu for being unfaithful.
That night, Baoyu stood under his window for most of the night. Although he refused to open the door, how could he not be moved by his gentle and secret feelings? Later, he heard the news of Baoyu becoming a monk. He thought to himself, When I was with Miss Lin, I often heard Baoyu say that he wanted to be a monk. Now he really is a monk! She remembered that when Baoyu said this, Miss Lin was angry. If he knew now, would he still be angry? Did she hate him or pity him? It would be unjust if he abandoned his family and became a monk without anyone appreciating him! Zijuan had felt sorry for Baoyu and wanted to forgive him, which was why she had such wild thoughts. But he never talked about it with Xichun.
At this time, I heard that Sheyue died for the emperor, even more sad. Although she and Sheyue were not close, she thought of the reason for his death, which was because Baoyu became a monk. Baoyu became a monk for Miss Lin. Wouldn't Miss Lin have cheated Baoyu and indirectly cheated him? Then he remembered that he had not succeeded in sacrificing himself for Daiyu, but he had really sacrificed himself for Baoyu. From pity to shame, from shame to respect, it became a kind of painful tears. Everyone thought that She Yue was a little silly because she was risking her life. Zijuan and Sheyue weren't close, so where did these painful tears come from? However, he did not know that there was extreme emotion in it.
When he returned to the nunnery that day, Xichun saw that he was still in pain and was still in a daze. He knew it was Sheyue. "Silly girl! Don't look at how pitiful he died. Perhaps he has a good place to go. He's happier than us living in this world!”"He went with Second Master Bao," Zijuan said."Is it possible that he'll see Second Master Bao?"”"Everyone has their own place to go," said Xichun. That mandarin duck died for the old lady, and it was even with the old lady!”"That's too unfair!" Zijuan said. He had given up his life for nothing, but he still couldn't keep up and couldn't see her. What was he after?”"You can't have such an opinion," said Xichun. Everything had a cause and an effect. The cause of the present would lead to the effect of the future. There would always be a time to make up for it, but it was just a matter of time!”
"They all have a place to go," Zijuan said."Is Miss Lin inferior to Yuanyang and Sheyue?"”"Miss Lin's background is naturally above theirs." There's no need to mention where he went." "If we succeed, will we be able to see it or not?" Zijuan asked.”"That's in your heart," Xichun said. "They all say that Second Master Bao became a monk for Miss Lin." That year, when the Second Master met the mangy monk, he said something about the Green Ridge Peak of the Great Desolate Mountain. What kind of place was that? Is Miss Lin there?" "Miss Lin might not be there!" Xichun said. However, he couldn't get there and couldn't see Miss Lin. There is no escape from the word karma. Cause produces effect, effect produces cause, and the cycle of cause and effect is not as clean as not creating cause!”"The more you talk, the more I don't understand!" Zijuan said.”Xichun smiled, picked up a Shurangama Sutra from the red sandalwood shelf, lit some Tibetan incense, and recited it in front of the Buddha.
Zijuan lifted the curtain and went out. She leaned against the railing under the porch and stood there. He remembered that Xiangyun had returned and hadn't seen her yet. Therefore, he recalled that year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiangyun and Daiyu were writing poems in the concave crystal hall, and did not return late at night. He and Cui Lv had searched everywhere and had walked through more than half of the garden. Fortunately, Old Woman Xia said that she had left with Miaoyu, so she came to the nunnery. At that time, under the moon, he saw the elegant and clean nunnery. He wished he could live here for a long time. Unexpectedly, he had lived here for a long time. However, the head of the nunnery's old woman, Long Zhong, had white hair and was still alive.
However, it was even more unexpected that Daiyu and Miaoyu, who were as beautiful as Xu Miaonian, would be defeated!
He looked up and saw a few red plum trees outside the railing, trying to open them. That old trunk, slanted out of the wall, was piled with countless stamens, even more coiled. I can't help but walk to the flower and linger for a long time. Then he saw a few fallen plums pecked by birds on the ground and suddenly remembered that Daiyu had buried the flowers. Now that the garden was filled with flowers, who would have the leisure to clean it up? He seemed to remember the parrot reciting two lines of a flower burial poem. One of them was," Who will he bury?”
At this time, Miss Lin's coffin had already returned to the south. Had she been buried? He didn't have any relatives at home. Who buried him? Even if he was buried, who would go and see him? To think that such a smart and beautiful woman like Daiyu would end up without a home, it really fulfilled his poem. How could it not hurt!
That year, he had just arrived from the south and followed the old lady to settle down in the green cabinet. Her figure was still small, just like her red and tender pistil. Later on, she gradually grew up, often with a bit of worry, just like the half-opened plum blossom. The flower had yet to fully bloom when it was pecked down by the sparrow. Otherwise, it would have withered along with Di 'er due to the bullying of Feng' er and Xue 'er! The flowers had fallen, but they would reappear every year. People did not die and come back to life. It's funny that Baoyu asked Xiren to ask me behind my back that although he saw the coffin, he didn't know if Sister Lin was really there.
He will only be at ease if I tell him the truth. He was not being silly by saying that he wanted to drag Miss Lin out of her coffin! Since ancient times, how could a dead person be dragged out of a coffin?
There were also rumors that Miss Lin had some kind of purple goldfish. When she was buried, she would hold it in her mouth and the corpse would never decay. As expected, there is such a treasure. How could I, Zi Juan, not know about it? Fortunately, Baoyu did not hear this. If it blew into his ears, he would definitely open it and take a look. That would be even more ridiculous! He also thought of the music in the air when Daiyu died. Some people said that it was the fine music used at the wedding that was blown over by the wind. Others may believe it, but I don't. That day, I personally listened to it for a long time. Miss Lin must have become an immortal! Two years ago, when he was writing sutras in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he hung the Painting of Fighting the Cold. It was a painting of a young woman with long sleeves fluttering as if she was about to fly away on a cloud! Could it be that Miss Lin had also flown away? Where could he find the Immortal Mountain Pavilion?
I heard Xiren say that Baoyu slept alone for a few nights, hoping that Miss Lin would come to his dream, but he never dreamed of it, so he gave up. As for Baoyu, the girl hated him too, so she didn't want to visit him in his dreams. Why is it that we master and servant are on good terms, but before we die, you still hold my hand and don't let go, nor do you give me a dream? If I could find a girl in my dream, I would be willing to go with him. Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard Xichun call out "Zijuan add fragrance" and hurriedly went in.
That night, after serving Xichun to sleep, he went to meditate. He saw the shadow of the plum blossom by the window, slanted like a painting. She lifted the curtain and saw that the moonlight was as clear as water, shining on the plum branches. The flowers shone backward, as if they were covered with a layer of mercury. The daydream was triggered again. Returning to his room, he lit up the silver lamp, took out a string of coral beads, and sat on the futon to chant. After reciting it dozens of times, he felt uneasy!
In his haziness, he seemed to hear Daiyu calling him. He followed the sound and came to a palace garden with many strange flowers and plants. Inside was a palace-like house with curtains lowered and no one heard. He gradually walked to the backyard. The bamboo shade in the courtyard was green and it was very quiet. He was suspicious in his heart,[Didn't we reach Xiaoxiang Restaurant?] Looking closely, it didn't look like it, only to see the light of the upper house shining through the bamboo shade.
Following the light and walking through the corridor, he could vaguely hear the sound of laughter, as if Daiyu was inside.
She hurriedly chased him away and leaned against the window screen, peeking inside. He saw a beauty in palace makeup leaning against a hidden pouch on the kang. That seemingly knitted brows, that seemingly happy face, was exactly Daiyu! He thought to himself, Where is the girl? He looked at the two or three maids standing in front of the brick bed. They looked familiar, but he could not remember who they were. Looking carefully, some looked like Qingwen, some looked like Sheyue, and they thought that Daiyu was still alive. He thought,"This place is like Xiaoxiang Restaurant, and those people are all from Happy Red Court. Why is Miss with them?" I'm anxious to go in and take a look.
Just as he reached the main building and lifted the bead curtain, a palace maid blocked Zhu's way and scolded,"This is the Crimson Pearl Immortal Palace. Who are you to dare to spy on it? Hurry up and leave!"
"I'm here to find Miss Lin," Zijuan pleaded. Good sister, please reply on her behalf!”"Who's the lady?" the maid asked with a straight face. Who was the elder sister? Don't talk nonsense!"
Zi Juan had no choice but to withdraw. In a trance, he walked through many courtyards, all of which were deep red pillars and jade walls. He didn't know where he came from. He saw a woman walking toward him, holding a picture album in her hand, looking like a mandarin duck. Zijuan called out to him, but she didn't seem to hear him and quickly went forward to pull him back.
Unexpectedly, she stumbled into a tree in a panic. The tree fell straight towards him! It was as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split apart. When she woke up, she heard a loud noise.
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