Daiyu has the ability to read minds [Red Chamber]

There are lanterns and festoons everywhere in the middle of Beijing, and the sound of gongs and drums spreads and reverberates.

Princess Beijing was pregnant and was able to stay in the palace.

Today, the gifts are sent out like flowing water, and a whole long dragon is discharged.

The queen then responded, and gifts were distributed from all over the harem.

Only Concubine Jia Gui was busy copying Buddhist scriptures, so she couldn't even send things.

This scene makes people ponder secretly.When the Great Concubine was pregnant for the first time, she was not so grand.

The weather was getting colder, and the news flew into various mansions by the wind.

Baochai ordered people to close the windows to keep out the cold wind.

"Miss, why don't you tell my aunt directly about this matter?"

Ying'er glanced left and right, and quickly said in a low voice: "I think my uncle still misses that person. Now that she is pregnant, my uncle may give up."

Baochai stared blankly, looked down at her abdomen, then shook her head, but did not speak.

"There was Liu Wu'er in the first place. Now I go to a temple and bring back a young man who doesn't do anything."

Ying'er took a step forward indignantly, thinking about the tender hands and feet, she was a little bit dissatisfied: "Young master has gone there again, who knows why."

I was the one who came to marry with the lady.Even if something happens, it should be my turn.

Unexpectedly, the people here are more and more charming than the other, and they will come to trouble, but Jia's mansion is down and out again.

I don't know if it was right or wrong for the young lady to marry here.

The sound of footsteps outside quickly interrupted the conversation in the room.

"Why did you call everyone out?" Baoyu stepped forward with a brisk voice and a happy mood, and shook the things in his hand.

"I saw this for sale when I came back, and I brought it for you."

It was a small box of pastries, revealing a sweet and greasy aroma, permeating the closed room.

My own lady doesn't like sweets.

Ying'er couldn't help curling her lips, wrinkled her nose and smelled the rouge on his body, and opened her mouth to make a sound.

Then she was forced back by Baochai's eyes.

Baochai stared straight at the servant girl, with a cold look in her eyes, but said to Baoyu gently: "I like it very much, just put it on the table."

"What were you talking about just now?" Baoyu put the things sideways, and when she looked back, she saw Yinger standing obediently beside her with her head down.

Second Grandma Bao still sat upright, her tone unchanged: "I'm talking about big brother.

"Is Big Brother okay recently? Looking at the restlessness over there, it seems that there has been a collision."

Jia Baoyu has always been reluctant to hear sad things, and at this moment he was a little silent when he heard it.

The Rongguo Mansion was separated, and their vitality was seriously injured outside.And the Ning Mansion has also been described as not going well recently.

Not to mention all kinds of accidents in the shops, even the fields have been reported as missing food and harvesting.

A few days ago, Jia Zhen broke her leg inexplicably and was forced to lie on the bed to recuperate.

It's like going out of luck together.

Ying'er wanted to make up for her previous mistakes, and deftly resolved in the silence: "This is just a temporary trend.

"There is a noble lady guarding the palace, and it will definitely get better in the future."

Baoyu likes to hear this kind of talk, so he takes a look at Ying'er by the way, nods and smiles in response.

Ying'er immediately lowered her head, a rosy blush appeared on her pretty face.

"Go and open the window, it's a bit stuffy in the room." Baochai ordered calmly, beckoning Baoyu to bring the cakes.

Ying'er kept her head down, stepped forward eagerly, and pushed open the window sill that had just been closed.

The slightly cool cold wind squeezed into the house, carried away a little bit of warm breath, and flew outside in exchange.

The red lanterns revealed a faint candle flame, fluttering under the wind, staggering and almost going out.

Passing by the eaves with hanging lamps, and blowing over the gold-plated "Zhoufu" on the big plaque, the cold wind rushed straight into it.

"Who is outside." The eldest prince occupied the upper position, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and waved his hand to pause the words of the Patriarch of the Zhou family.

The head of the family immediately became vigilant, got up and touched the hidden knife in his boot, and walked towards the door lightly.

The conversation between them cannot be circulated.

There was a sound of "squeak", and the person who came came in jumped up and down.

"Big Brother, Uncle." The Eighth Prince raised his hood, revealed a youthful face, and greeted with a smile.

He didn't notice that the Patriarch of the Zhou family had moved to the blade of the cuff.

The calmness on the eldest prince's face was broken.

He frowned, and stepped down a few steps, "You are not in confinement, why did you come out by yourself?"

"It's my own people outside, I really don't want to stay in the house." The Eighth Prince sat down on the chair indifferently, grabbed the fruit and took a hard bite.

"Those two people killed me, brother, you have to help me get revenge."

He uttered while biting the fruit, looked up at his brother, his tone was a bit vague.

"You can't act rashly, it's better to have a long-term plan." Patriarch Zhou changed his seat with some headaches, and put away the blade.

This grandpa was taken care of so well.Everything is supported by the Eldest Prince and Concubine Zhou, and they are always hot-headed when doing things.

At this time, he was the only one who couldn't tell the seriousness of the matter.

"There are still people from us outside the palace?" The eldest prince raised an eyebrow, suspicious of leaving the palace so easily.

He put another plate of fruit beside his younger brother, and urged softly: "Go back after eating, now is not the time to mess around."

"I didn't mess around." Shui Chun angrily threw the fruit back on the plate, and laughed quite contentedly amidst the bang.

"Anyway, I'm ready. I'm sure I'll make them suffer. Brother, just watch."

"What do you mean by that?" The eldest prince lowered his voice, looking into his younger brother's eyes.

Shuichun didn't notice the change in his elder brother's attitude at all, and told the whole thing with a smile.

"I've got people ready to give them laxatives at the banquet.

"It's fun like this. Huh, they framed the concubine mother, I don't care if I can't swallow it."

The Patriarch of the Zhou family glanced at this ignorant prince, pinched his blade and was speechless.

This easy exit from the palace was already weird, and he wanted revenge.

The method is actually a pack of laxatives?

If it was replaced by poison, he would still be able to look at his nephew.

She obviously has the same blood, so how could this be favored as such a virtue.

The Patriarch compared the Eldest Prince who was just as good at scheming and strategy, and then looked at the Eighth Prince who was paralyzed on his seat, and closed his eyes in frustration.

The eldest prince was also silent for a while, staring at this worry-free younger brother, he frowned even tighter.

"I'm not fooling around, I came to find someone separately." Shui Chun muttered in a low voice, and stopped picking fruits.

He lowered his head and didn't look into his brother's eyes. In the silence, he put his hands in his cuffs and began to sulk to himself.

The eldest prince clicked his tongue, softened his expression, patted his younger brother's hair and said: "Okay. Go back first, just do it.

"Who did you order? I'll help you take a look, don't miss it lightly."

Shui Chun smiled after hearing this, and got up bouncingly after calling out the names.

Walking outside, he was still muttering: "Brother, you can't coax me, I must make them unlucky."

"When did I ever lie to you?" The eldest prince smiled slightly, grabbed some fruits and put them in his hand, stood where he was and watched them go out.

A cold wind blew in from the door, pushing back the First Prince's robe, making hunting sounds.

"Do you really want to come with him?" The Patriarch of the Zhou family waited for the sound of footsteps to go away before opening his mouth, bent down and inserted the blade in his sleeve back into his boot.

The eldest prince shook his head, his voice was as cold as the cold wind outside: "Go and find out who is guarding the eighth brother, it will not be so easy to get out."

The owner of the house also has this idea.

Maybe this was deliberately released by the opponent, just to check the traces.

It's not easy to start with the eldest prince, but it can often succeed with the eighth prince.

"The other party is also pregnant, and His Majesty allows her to live in the palace. This has never happened before."

The head of the Zhou family put aside the matter of the eighth prince and returned to the previous topic.

"It's okay to give birth to a girl, but if you get a boy in one fell swoop..."

He stopped here, and then continued after a pause: "Instead of betting on this possibility, it's better to put an end to birth directly."

The eldest prince was quiet for a while, then changed the subject and asked softly: "Do we still have contact with Princess Luo Luotu?"

This sentence was kept very low, and a few steps would be drowned out by the wind outside.

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The whistling wind whizzed past the window, which made people feel chills, and made the bed feel warmer and better for sleeping.

The silver coals in the corner burn silently, maintaining the temperature in the room.

Daiyu blinked slowly, recalling the fragmented dream, her vision gradually changed from blurred to clear.

Hands and feet were covered warmly in the quilt, which made people feel even more reluctant to get up.

"Yu'er woke up?" Shui Rong dressed neatly, came in with hot porridge, turned around and closed the door.

"This is new hot porridge, for conditioning the body."

Daiyu lay on the bed without moving, she only turned her moist eyes, and her gaze was on the porridge water with white smoke rising.

When Shui Rong put the porridge on the table and was about to come over to help her, Daiyu shrank back under the quilt.

She buried herself down, feeling the warmth and comfort of the fluffy quilt across her face.

Shui Rong watched the exposed part of the person on the couch disappear little by little, half-jokingly stepped forward, and hugged the person and the quilt together.

"It's not good to sleep for too long, you will get lazy." He coaxed carefully, and only poached people when his hands were warm.

"It's the child who wants to sleep, which makes people lazy." Daiyu reappeared, her eyes were so clear that it was impossible to criticize her.

With a smile on Shui Rong's lips, he gently lifted her up and rubbed her long hair.

There was a sound of tuk-tuk-tuk outside the window, and a ball of plush squeezed in through the open gap.

"Quack quack." The parrot flapped its fiery red wings, jumped on the table, and walked around the porridge.

It raised its head, its round eyes glanced around, and its chest was raised with a sense of majesty and arrogance.

Daiyu was also very familiar with this expression.Every time it makes meritorious deeds, it will assume this posture.

"What did the lord let Guazi do again?" Daiyu recalled the scene in the dream.

Qin Keqing should be responsible for the affairs of Ningguo Mansion.

With her current status, she can completely bring down the Ning Mansion without anyone noticing.

Pushing back, only the Eighth Prince is left.

The eighth prince who was inexplicably able to leave the palace even though he was in confinement.

"Let a little mouse go out to play." Shui Rong raised the corner of his mouth, and replied meaningfully.

The stage is set up for them

just waiting for someone to come on stage

Time to take Yu'er to the theater

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