Love of Daiyu in the Red Chamber

It was said that it was Tang Mou's child's full moon banquet, and several of them had to go to the court again. After the court, they went home and changed their clothes before heading to the Tang mansion together.

Tang Mou married Feng Yuanyuan, the jewel in Feng Xiang's palm, who had the best contacts and money connections. Mrs. Feng Xiang bought a mansion with an eight-year-old mansion for the two of them.

Fortunately, the imperial court had restrictions on the number of official mansions but not the size. Tang Mou is now considered to be in an important position, and it doesn't matter if the mansion is bigger.

Zhong Chu observed that all the civil servants except him were civil servants. Since ancient times, civil servants didn't pay much attention to military generals, so he shrugged his shoulders and didn't feel uncomfortable.After Tang Mou carried his youngest son out to show off in the crowd, and received a flash of rhetorical praise, he was rescued from drinking alone and followed Tang Mou out of the banquet hall.

"Take the third master to the madam, be careful, don't wake him up."

"Yes, sir!"

When his son was carried into the side hall next door where the female relatives were entertained, Tang Mou grabbed Zhong Chu's shoulders and said proudly, "Come on, brother Ziyuan, let us have a good drink, and I will do it for you!"

"Respect is worse than obedience!"

The two went to the small gazebo in the small garden of the Third Courtyard. Tang Mou told his servants not to let others disturb the two brothers' drinking.

The two drank a few glasses of wine without saying a word. Tang Mou saw that Zhong Chu was in a depressed mood, and wanted to enlighten him but didn't know where to start. He sighed and poured a drink by himself.

Li Yizhi brought Zhao Xiaomian to accompany him, and there are many novels of the two in Beijing.

What happened to Li Yizhi and Zhao Xiaomian, what was the secret of Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao's bed, what was Zhao Xiaomian's 36 styles, and what's more, the length of Mr. Li and the depth of Mr. Zhao were written in a straightforward book.

The maid who received them had hidden no less than thirty books of various pictures and texts. It was not surprising to see them come together, and boldly looked at the two people who were inseparable.

The smile on his face was creepy, Zhao Xiaomian felt as if his clothes had been ripped apart by the other party's eyes, he flinched uncomfortably and took a step behind Li Yizhi. The servant girl's expression became even more ferocious, strange and frightening.

The young servant took over the job of the servant girl and came in to preach: "Master, Master Li and Master Zhao are outside."

Tang Mou raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "Which Master Li and Master Zhao?"

"It's Li Yizhi and Zhao Xiaomian, Master Li."

"Those who have no eyesight, why don't you welcome them in quickly, do you still need to pass the news!"

Tang Mou threw the cup in his hand to the servant's feet, looking very unhappy.

The servant had never seen him lose his temper so much, he knelt down and begged for mercy, and when he saw that he was not punished, he hurriedly turned around and brought him in.

"Master Tang is so majestic!"

Li Yizhi looked at the servant's broken forehead and smiled mockingly.

"Okay, go to the cashier to get ten taels of silver to see the doctor. You don't need to be on duty today." Tang Mou said, pointing to the servant who had been standing on the porch with his head bowed, "You, come and serve!"

"Brother Li can make sarcastic remarks, why don't we go to the front hall and make gestures with them?" He thought it was a good idea, and rudely pulled the boy to Zhong Chu's side, "Serve General Zhong well, if there is anything wrong, I'm asking you."

After speaking, he took Li Yizhi and Zhao Xiaomian and left the pavilion.

Zhong Chu looked at the boy who was rubbing his fingers restlessly with his head down, frowned and saw the other's neck, and said softly: "Shuihua, I have been very worried about you."

The boy lowered his head, poured a glass of wine for Zhong Chu with trembling hands, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Why does Brother Zhong need to see me? I've made up my mind!"

"What exactly happened?" Zhong Chu pretended not to hear his words, drank the wine and waited for the Ninth Prince dressed as a servant to refill it for him.

"Hai Lanzhu died half a year ago."

Zhong Chu accidentally dropped the wine glass to the ground, and couldn't believe his ears.

If Hai Lanzhu died, who was that in the palace?Who killed her again?What is the purpose of killing her?

There are only a few people in the palace who can kill a prince and concubine without anyone noticing and find a perfect replacement. I'm afraid this matter has been premeditated.

"who is it?"

"Brother Zhong, don't come back after you go to Mobei. Be careful on the road and be careful of ambushes."

The Ninth Prince didn't answer his question, brought him a new cup, refilled it with fine wine, and then blessed Fushen to leave.

Zhong Chu wanted to stop him, but finally opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

He quietly looked at the broken glass on the ground for a while, and drank a bottle of wine by himself before returning along the original road.

At this time, only Li Yizhi and Zhao Xiaomian were the only guests left, and he looked at them blankly.Until his eyes glanced at the hands they held, and stayed for a while, his pupils shrank slightly, full of disbelief!

"Thank you brother Hongyuan for your hospitality. I'm afraid I won't be able to drink such clear wine again in the future."

"If you like it, I'll ask someone to give you the recipe for brewing wine. When I arrive in Mobei, I will ask my sister-in-law to brew it for you."

Tang Mou waved his hand indifferently, and called the servants to go down and bring up the wine making recipe.

"My wife can't do such physical work as brewing wine." Zhong Chu looked indifferent, "Mobei spirits are the best in the world, and I will send you some so that you can taste the style of Mobei."

"Ah Chu, you're wrong. If sister Lin can't make love, can my wife be able to make love?!" Tang Mou patted Zhong Chu on the shoulder harshly, and rolled his eyes.

"Who are you calling sister Lin? Sister-in-law." Zhong Chu turned cold and kicked Tang Mou mercilessly.

Tang Mou covered his injured leg and drove them out.

"Okay, don't hang around with me anymore, you all go back to your respective houses, I want to see my son. Come, see off the guests!"

……

Zhong Chu, Li Yizhi, and Zhao Xiaomian watched the door shut with a "bang" silently, and the corners of their mouths twitched unnaturally.

"Brother Zhong and Brother Tang are really the same as before, they hate each other!" Zhao Xiaomian pulled the corner of Li Yizhi's clothes and made fun of him.

Zhong Chu is silent, Zhao Xiaomian will make fun of him, the world is changing so fast!

In the past, Zhao Xiaomian hid behind Li Yizhi like a little rabbit, but now not only does he not hide, but he can also appear in front of Li Yizhi!

He forgot that Zhao Xiaomian is not a kitten, but a big tiger who is willing to become a kitten for Li Yizhi!

"Xiao Mian, Tang Mou hates me unilaterally without brotherhood, but I don't hate him!"

He said this earnestly, but felt that it was not convincing, so he turned to look at Li Yizhi.

Li Yizhi and Zhao Xiaomian were both right, and Zhao Xiaomian was right when he was wrong, so he ignored Zhong Chu and left without even looking at Zhong Chu, leaving Zhong Chu alone to look up to the sky and sigh that the world is hard and people are not old!

After the person disappeared without a trace, he calmed down his expression and asked someone to drive the carriage back to Zhongfu, while he himself disappeared and left the people who followed him, and headed out of the city.

Small story

"Sister Lin..."

Baoyu woke up from the dream, tears and sweat mixed on her face, her lips were chapped and pale, as if she had been seriously ill.

"Baoyu, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Xiren took him into his arms, comforted him softly, and moistened his lips with tea.

"Xiren, I dreamed that I married Sister Baochai on the day my sister Lin died..." Baoyu nestled in Xiren's arms, refused the tea, couldn't stop crying, and took off Xiren's veil Wet two.

"The dream is the opposite. Not only is Miss Lin not dead, but she is alive and well. Today is a happy day for her and General Zhong!"

Baoyu was distracted for a while after hearing this, and then said in a daze, "That's fine! That's fine! After all, I don't deserve her!"

The author has something to say:

My good writing skills are all used in the small essays with colors. Such a serious drama is really too embarrassing!