Luckily, the courageous women stopped Sister Feng by her waist and snatched the saber. Only then did they send her to the bed to lie down.
Baoyu and Sister Feng were placed side by side like this. The two of them had a high fever like burning charcoal. Their mouths were muddled and they were unconscious.
Inside and outside the mansion, men and women were busy.
People from all walks of life, medicine, witchcraft, Buddhism, and Taoism were all invited. Relatives and friends were all asked.
But there was no result.
Madame Jia, Madame Wang, Madame Xing, Aunt Xue and the others were so anxious that they did not leave an inch.
Daiyu and her sisters were waiting outside. They could not help but be anxious. Thinking about Baoyu's usual good side, they lowered their heads and shed tears.
On the fourth day, Baoyu and Sister Feng were lying on the bed. They were already breathing out more than they were inhaling. The people in the mansion said that they were going to be useless soon. They even prepared for their funeral.
At noon that day, the mansion heard a Buddhist chant and a Taoist chant. A monk and a Taoist priest floated in.
The monk was scabby head, the Taoist priest was lame.
These two people were first welcomed by Jia Zheng into Baoyu's room. They were in a mess. They held the psychic Baoyu and muttered for a while before they left.
When they left, they went to the outer room. They were not supposed to see the women, but because the monk and the Taoist priest came in a hurry and Daiyu was often waiting outside for news, they bumped into each other.
When the scabby head monk saw Daiyu, he let out a long laugh and said, "Shanzai, shanzai, literature and music must be settled. How can the path of life be changed?"
When Daiyu saw that it was a man, she wanted to avoid him. But when she heard what he said, she hid behind Zi Juan.
The monk did not say much. He smiled and floated away with the Taoist priest. No one knew where they went.
Jia Zheng urged them to stay, but in the end he could not catch up with them.
Daiyu, on the other hand, was baffled. But Baoyu and Sister Feng did slowly wake up. She was also happy and involuntarily chanted 'Amitabha Buddha'. Bao Chai made fun of her, saying that she chanted Buddha because she saw a monk.
Nothing major happened after that.
However, this summer, a young lady came to stay in the manor temporarily. Her surname was Yuan and she was called Du 'er.
Yuan Du Er was the only daughter of an official friend that Jia Zheng had met outside.
Because that official was a noble and upright person, he offended countless people. After committing a crime, he was demoted to a border official and died of illness.
This official's family member was Ding Liao Luo. He only had a sickly wife, a single daughter, and a few old servants.
His sickly wife suffered such a blow and passed away not long after, leaving behind Du Er, an orphan who was about to turn fifteen, to pass her days in a daze.
As for Du Er, he was already engaged. It was just that his in-laws had moved to the south of Zhejiang in the early years, so it was difficult to get in touch with them.
Even if he wanted to seek shelter, Du Er's family was poor and his body was weak. It would be difficult for him to move. Secondly, even if the world was peaceful, how could an orphan girl and an old servant travel a thousand li?
Therefore, after anxiously sending the letter to southern Zhejiang through the relay station, he could not bear it any longer, hoping that the in-laws would send someone over.
Jia Zheng had always respected this friend, and he had also received favors from him when he was an official. However, back then, Jia Zheng was afraid that Official Yuan had offended many people and did not dare to help this friend.
Now that the storm had passed, Du Er had no one to take care of her. She was barely holding on with her old servant, and it was inevitable that she would be bullied. Jia Zhengcai felt pity for him. After thinking about it, he brought Du Er to the Jia Manor, saying that she was the daughter of a family friend. She would stay in the manor for a period of time, and then he sent someone to find a letter in southern Zhejiang.
It was not easy to get a letter from the in-laws of the Yuan family, saying that they would send someone to bring Du Er to the wedding in the third month of the next year.
Du Er was already fourteen years old, and when the in-laws came, she would have to go out to get married soon. At that time, as a family friend, it would not be a big deal.
Although everyone in the Jia Family was greedy for riches and honor, seeing that it would not affect them much, and that Jia Zheng was so excited that he said she was the daughter of a benefactor, they did not want to dampen his spirits, so they did not have any objections.
Although Mother Jia did not like that Du Er was poor, she saw that Du Er was pitiful and cute, her background was pitiable, and she was also the daughter of a benefactor, so she allowed her to stay. She even ordered everyone to let her move into the Grand View Garden.
There were many houses in the Grand View Garden, and Sister Feng asked her sisters who was willing to give up a few houses. They were all silent.
In the end, Du Er was arranged to move to Yingchun's Zi Ling Continent.
On this day, Zi Juan brought Xue Yan and a few other maidservants to do needlework, while Daiyu went out alone to relax. After walking for a while, she saw an unfamiliar young girl, wearing a plain white old dress, pacing back and forth by the pool.
That girl was very frail and thin, about fourteen or fifteen years old, her figure looking down at the water was especially slender.
Hearing the sound, she raised her eyes and looked in Daiyu's direction. She did not wear any makeup, her eyes were like two clear springs, and her snow-white cheeks were naturally red. She really looked like a pitiful and cute bunch of daffodils.
When Daiyu saw this unfamiliar face, she was seventy percent sure that this was the young miss of the Yuan family.
The young girl was originally afraid of meeting strangers, but when she saw Daiyu, she was stunned and blurted out: "Fairy, are you here to fulfill my dream?"
Daiyu laughed. The young girl then reacted: Looking at her clothes, she was probably one of the young misses of the Jia family.
The young girl was very embarrassed and said to Daiyu: "Your family is blessed with outstanding people, and your characters are extraordinary. I am a mortal, and it is inevitable that I will make mistakes. "
Daiyu had seen her before. When she asked why she was wandering around alone, Du Er only said that Xichun was playing chess with Yingchun, and she did not know how to play chess. Yingchun called her out to walk around and relieve her boredom.
Although she did not say it, Daiyu already understood: Du Er was originally an outsider who was staying here temporarily, and her family was poor. Most of the people in the Jia family were snobbish. Yingchun was gentle and weak, and her servants especially bullied their master. Even Yingchun was often bullied, let alone Du Er.
When Daiyu thought of Du Er's background, she could not help but think of herself, and felt that they were in the same boat. She then invited Du Er to Xiaoxiang Hall to sit.
When they arrived at Xiaoxiang Hall, Zi Juan also knew who Du Er was, but since she was Daiyu's guest, she could not wait and hurriedly went to prepare tea.
Daiyu sat down and chatted with Du Er for a while. After chatting for a while, she found that Du Er was also a person who had a lot of knowledge, and was full of poetry.
She could even say a few sentences about literary allusions.
For some reason, when they talked about operas, there were also good essays. Suddenly, Du Er said: "… Speaking of these, I thought of a popular opera. I heard that its book is called 'The Dream of the Golden Turtle', and it is also a first-rate essay. Many famous scholars and refined people have praised him. "
Daiyu was afraid and became suspicious. She said first: "Those heretical books and novels are insignificant, there is nothing good about them. We should not talk about them. "
Du Er shook his head and said seriously: "Sister Lin is wrong. When my grandfather was alive, he often said, what is the great dao? What is insignificant? The great dao is formless, can it only be placed in the eight-legged essays of the imperial examinations? There was once 'Dou' e's Injustice ', which wrote about the grievances of a common woman. 'Dou' e's Injustice ', could it only be' Dou 'e's Injustice'? It is the grievances of millions of common people. From 'Dou' e's Injustice ', we can clearly see how incompetent the barbarian emperor was at that time, and how the common people suffered. That was why there was the matter of 'Don't say that the stone man's one eye provoked the rebellion of the Yellow River under the heavens'. "
Daiyu was shocked.
Du Er said: "Everyone says that poetry is heretical, and they see the legendary stories as insignificant, belittling them as' novels'. But, dare I ask the world: Is it reading 'Dou' e's Injustice ', that you can feel the suffering of the common people under the barbarian emperor's rule more, or is it reading the ice-cold eight-legged essays, that you can empathize more? Is it reading a few poems by Du Zimei, 'Spring in the city is deep in the woods', 'Dawn ascends the horizon, only parting with the old man', that you can empathize more with the chaos of the great Tang war, or is it reading a long series of denunciations of the bandits that you can empathize more? Dou 'e's Injustice has been passed down through the ages, but there is no bandit suppression list! "
After saying it all in one breath, Du Er seemed to be a little agitated, he let out a long breath and forced a smile at Daiyu: "It is all my fault, I had to finish what I wanted to say, I did not care what nonsense I said. Sister Lin, just take it that I am talking in my sleep. "
Du Er was indeed like Baoyu, he was a little slow. If it were anyone else here, they would probably be left speechless by these 'bastards' that were like pouring beans from a bucket.
Daiyu, on the other hand, had some sincere admiration, saying: "It is not nonsense. If this is still nonsense, then there are too many nonsense in the world. "
Du Er's eyes brightened, he clapped his hands and smiled: "You understand."
Daiyu said in her heart: I understand.
Their conversation reached a congenial point, the sky gradually turned dark. When they were about to bid farewell, Du 'er sighed, "It is a pity that most of the people who write stories and legends in the world are indeed' small and insignificant ', they all like that set of one-in-a-thousand-people literary gentleman's works. Even when they write about scholars and beauties, they can't come up with anything new. Not to mention 'Dou' e's Injustice 'and' Zhao's Orphan '. "
Daiyu said: "Why don't you mention 'Popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms', 'Journey to the West', these grand works?"
Du Er pondered for a while and told her: 'Popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms', 'Journey to the West', these were works of many generations, they could not be written by one person in a day. These were countless stories passed down in history, they were written by folk artists, scholars and so on, countless people. Every time they passed through someone's mouth, they might change a little bit of text. In the end, a certain person would collect, summarize, delete, link, and finally combine them into one.
Therefore, 'Popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms', 'Journey to the West' and the like were the works of countless people, it was the work of the people. It was not done by one person alone.
Daiyu sighed, she had broadened her horizons. She asked Du Er how she knew all these.
When she asked this, Du Er kept silent and did not answer. Daiyu saw that she seemed to be in a difficult position and let it go.
In the next few months, whenever Baoyu did not come, or did not want to see the people of Jia fu, she would often invite Du Er over.
After a while, probably because they got along well, their relationship improved greatly. It was probably because they could not talk about some 'heretical books' outside, Du Er did not care and confided in her.
Another time, they were chatting. Daiyu got along well with her, she also liked her character, so she asked her to stay for a while, she wanted to take her daily poems for her to read.
Just as Daiyu was about to leave, a young maidservant had just received Zi Juan's instructions and was in the middle of tidying up Daiyu's bed. Forgetting that Daiyu's pillow was not to be touched, the maidservant flipped over the pillow while tidying up the bed and suddenly found a stack of papers. The servant girl did not know what it was, she only knew that it was one of Miss Lin's manuscripts, she took it out and planned to put it back after the bed was tidied up.
Suddenly, wind blew through the screen, the manuscripts were blown away and scattered on the floor.
Du Er was waiting for Daiyu while admiring the environment of Xiaoxiang Hall, she looked at the bamboo outside the window and admired its tranquility. Suddenly, a few pieces of paper rolled to her feet.
Du Er picked them up and exclaimed in surprise.
.....
When Dai Yu returned, she saw the manuscript of the Dream of the Golden Tortoise placed on the table under a paperweight. She was anxious, suspicious, angry, and embarrassed. Just as she was about to step forward, she heard a young maidservant say, "Miss, your bed is neatly folded, but the manuscript of the poem was messed up. I put it on the bed."
Daiyu heard and was relieved. She was about to blame the servant girl, but then she thought of blaming her. Wouldn't she expose her own guilt? She swallowed her words and sent her away.
When she returned to the front room, Du Er had the same expression, Daiyu was relieved.
They chatted until late.
When Daiyu personally sent Du Er out, it was already dusk. She admired Du Er's knowledge and could not help but ask where she got it from.
This time, Du 'er was silent for a long time before he finally said to her: "When my parents were still alive, my father did not buy land or shops. Because of his salary, in order to maintain the family, he would often pick up a brush to write stories, legends, or write epitaphs for people. He was always serious. Since he did these things, he had to put in some effort to study them. My mother also knew some literature and helped him from the side. I often helped out with the writing as well. To put it bluntly, I love these articles. It was inevitable that I knew more. "
Daiyu thought, 'I heard that Lord Yuan is a noble and upright person, why would he do such things?'
Du Er probably saw her strange expression and smiled bitterly, "Why? Noble and upright, can't I do these things? My family does not accept bribes or bully farmers. We rely on our own writing to make a living. What is there to feel guilty about? "
She looked at Daiyu and sighed, "I thought, although you were born in a family of dukes and marquises, but since … you are not one of those hypocrites. I was wrong, this humble girl apologizes to Miss. "
She then bowed and turned to walk away slowly.
Daiyu was anxious and shouted, "Stop right there!"
Du Er did not turn back.
The next day, Daiyu went to Yingchun's place. Daiyu and Yingchun did not have much of a relationship. Yingchun was surprised but she knew that Daiyu was probably here to find Du Er. She led her to a room behind the door and left.
Du Er was sitting alone in the room. He wore a thin robe and was writing something on the table. For a moment, he did not see who had come.
Daiyu walked in front of her and took out a stack of paper. She slapped it on Du Er's table.
Du Er immediately raised her head. Seeing that it was Daiyu, she was surprised, "It's you?"
Daiyu laughed coldly and raised her chin, "Look!"
Du Er picked up the stack of paper and looked. It was the remaining half of the manuscript of 《The Golden Turtle Dream》. She was surprised when she heard Daiyu say, "Alright, you have something on me now. If you suspect that I am looking down on you again, just say it! "
Du Er laughed loudly. One of Yingchun's maidservants outside heard the laughter and looked over. Dai Yu did not have time to panic before Du 'er nimbly tossed the manuscript under his skirt and glanced at it.
The maidservant came over to take a look. Seeing that it was two people talking, she let it go.
After they left, Du Er took out the manuscript and patted the dust off, sighing, "I am ashamed to have caused such a good work to be covered in dust."
Daiyu first scolded her as "crazy girl" before saying, "You saw it?"
Du Er said, "I saw it."
Daiyu said, "You know?"
Du Er said, "I know."
"How do you know that this is not the sequel but the original work?" Daiyu asked her.
Du Er picked up the paper that he had been writing on the table. Dai Yu saw a line of words and was shocked. It turned out that the paper was about how to deduce the characters in the second half of 'Golden Turtle Dream' based on the first half of 'Golden Turtle Dream'.
Du Er blinked and said, "How many sequel books are there? Half of them are written by me."
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