Red Mansion and Crimson Pearl

Chapter 119 I want to see His Majesty! I want to see the Supreme!

Lin House.

After seeing off Yuanyang, the doors of the Lin Mansion were tightly closed. Except for the fresh vegetables and food delivered early in the morning, even the servants rarely left the house.

As for Lin Daiyu, finally no one disturbed her and she spent three days comfortably and peacefully. Only then did she start to set aside two hours every day to burn incense and copy scriptures.

Since Miaoyu had to recite scriptures every day anyway, she was very happy to hear about the empress dowager's order and insisted on coming over to copy scriptures together.

It was just that Daiyu was ordered to copy the Diamond Sutra; Miaoyu, on the other hand, made a big move and wanted to copy the Lotus Sutra - a scripture with seven volumes, twenty-eight chapters and more than 80,000 words!

Seeing the utensils Miaoyu brought with her, Daiyu couldn't help laughing and got up to greet her: "Good sister, is it okay if I am wrong?"

It turned out that Miaoyu brought a worn-out brush, a piece of residual ink, a roll of rough paper, a Lintao green inkstone with a flying fairy relief, a bronze flying bear inkstone dripper, and a bean green Ru kiln brush washer.

The last three items were exactly the antiques that Daiyu sent to Miaoyu in exchange for the tea clock.

Miaoyu glared at him, "You are wrong! Every day I look at these three incompatible rare treasures, feeling both uncomfortable and happy. I haven't slept well for seven days!"

The two faced each other for a moment, then burst into laughter at the same time.

Daiyu ordered someone to take the three treasures away from Miaoyu, and threw all the things she brought to Xiaohong, asking her to give them to the little maids to learn how to write. Finally, she took out her own Hu brush, Hui ink, and Xuan paper, and laid out everything before "inviting Miaogu to start writing."

Miaoyu then proudly picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and concentrated on writing silently.

When Daiyu saw that she was writing in Zhao style, she secretly praised her for being an expert, and began to copy the scriptures herself.

After about an hour, the two of them got up and moved around.

Miaoyu looked at what Daiyu had copied and couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "Are you learning Ouyang Xun's style? I remember seeing your handwriting when you were young, and it seemed to be Mrs. Wei's hairpin flower small regular script."

The hairpin-flowered small regular script is elegant, graceful, smooth, and clean, and is the favorite of women in the boudoir. However, the Ou style is rigorous and has a strong brushstroke, and it emphasizes the danger and extraordinary in the midst of the plainness. Women in the boudoir are not good at it, so they often stay away from it.

Miaoyu had seen Daiyu's handwriting, which was the most elegant, lean and pure style she had ever seen in a woman's handwriting. Now, when she was copying scriptures, her handwriting had changed into Ouyang Xun's style, with hints of thunder in it. She was very surprised.

Daiyu laughed: "You yourself copied the sutras in Zhao style, borrowing from the Tang and Jin styles, with a dignified and elegant style, yet you ask me to write a book for girls. How can that be possible?!"

"Did you change the font on purpose when copying the sutra, or have you stopped liking writing in small regular script?" Miaoyu insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

Daiyu had no choice but to tell her: "Although I lived in Rong Mansion when I was young, my soul was wandering outside the mountains. Children think that as long as their minds are noble, they will not fall into vulgarity.

"But after experiencing the death of his father and seeing the ups and downs of life, he realized that without a bloody sword, he could not escape the knife of murder. Naturally, he hardened his heart and stepped into the world of mortals, using the momentum of being able to get along with both sides, turning the tide and using the power to protect himself.

"As a result, I can no longer write the graceful and lazy style of Lady Wei. Miao Gu insisted on investigating, and I think this variation of mine was forced by the world and I had no choice."

After hearing this, Miaoyu suddenly seemed to understand something, so she pushed the seat aside and got up and went out.

Xueyan, who was serving the writing brush and ink, tilted her head to watch her from behind. When she saw her leave, she ran to the door and lifted a line of the curtain to peek in. After a few breaths, she turned back and whispered to Daiyu:

"Master Miao didn't even put on his cloak, and his eyes went straight into the garden!"

The little maid who served Miaoyu never dared to move without orders. Upon hearing this, she looked at Daiyu as if asking for help.

Daiyu hurriedly said, "Hurry up and take your cloak and follow her out, don't let her catch a cold."

The little girl couldn't wait to shout and ran out holding her clothes.

Xueyan blinked her eyes and sorted out the sutras written by Miaoyu and put them aside. She was puzzled and asked Daiyu curiously, "Miss, what happened to Master Miao?"

"She wanted to avoid the rich and powerful, and even became a nun. She had to go to the capital and seek shelter under the Jia family to save her life. What I just said must have touched her sore spot."

Daiyu sighed softly and spread out the paper: "She probably won't come today. I'm copying the scriptures, please don't disturb me."

Xueyan agreed, went out to instruct the little girl guarding the gate, and came back to stand quietly.

Miaoyu pondered this for three days. Three days later, she finally came to see Lin Daiyu again. As soon as she entered the room, she put her hands together and bowed deeply:

"I want to sincerely copy a copy of the Lotus Sutra. When the sutra is completed, I would like to ask Miss Lin to help me resolve grievances and remove obstacles. I wonder if this is possible."

Seeing that she was finally willing to speak, Daiyu smiled and said, "How dare you disobey my order? Please copy it for me."

This time, Miaoyu brought her own writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. She pricked a few drops of blood from her left hand, ground them evenly, and used the blood and ink to write the scripture.

Xueyan and the others were horrified when they saw this. Daiyu, however, only sighed slightly but did not stop it. At dinner time that day, she ordered someone to make a soup of red dates, longans and ginseng for Miaoyu to nourish her.

Miaoyu did not refuse. She took the soup and went back to the Buddhist hall to have a vegetarian meal. Then she came to Daiyu's study in the afternoon to copy scriptures. She did this for two hours every day, rain or shine.

The two of them copied the scriptures and did not elaborate much.

Let’s talk about the outside.

Although Prince Beijing was arrogant, he knew that it was inappropriate to mention the matter of marriage to Lin to the Supreme Lord before Wang's burial, so he did not bring it up for the time being.

In a blink of an eye, it was Wang’s seventh day.

The Xue family could no longer afford to hold the warm pot banquet because of Wang's death. In addition, the Jia family was also asked to allow Xue Baochai to participate in the selection of the princess's companion, so the mother and her two children had to come to the Jia Mansion from time to time to "help" and show their faces in front of Jia Zheng and others as a reminder.

Unfortunately, Wang Xifeng fell ill due to "excessive grief", and Youshi was busy with her family's relocation after resigning from the title, so Wang's funeral arrangements were handed over to Mrs. Xing.

Mrs. Xing and Aunt Xue had no friendship, so she naturally used "busy affairs" as an excuse to ignore her. Aunt Xue also felt that Baochai's affairs mainly depended on the imperial concubine in the palace, and Mrs. Xing had no say in the matter, so she didn't bother to pay attention to her.

As a result, Aunt Xue brought her daughter to serve Lady Jia every day. Lady Jia was happy to have someone to serve her, so she asked Yuanyang to help Lady Xing when she was free, and only kept Amber by her side, and she could use Baochai when something important happened. It was quite pleasant.

After the seventh day after Lady Wang's death, Jia Yuanchun, who had been crying in the palace in grief, finally came to her senses. She once again looked through the letters brought in by her father and grandmother, and recalled the lukewarm attitude of the Emperor and Empress over the past few days, and she could not help but feel suspicious.

Suddenly she remembered something and hurriedly called Baoqin to ask, "Have you given the Queen the memorial I submitted a few days ago to posthumously confer a title on my mother?"

"Of course I have already paid it!" Baoqin was shocked. "Such a big thing, I dare not forget it even if I forget to eat and sleep!"

"Then there's been no news from the Empress these days?" Jia Yuanchun said, unable to hold back her tears again, "Sister Lin has openly divided the house, tearing off the face of my Jia family without a trace left!

"What else can I do? My mother has passed away! Death is the greatest thing! Can't I even give her the last bit of honor and dignity after her death just for those old things?

"I want to see His Majesty! I want to see the Supreme!"