Xichun, the first daughter of the Red Chamber

Seeing the girl fell down, Jia Jing was shocked, but it was Jiao Da who caught Xichun.

Xichun's clothes are a little disheveled, her hair is also messy, with leaves hanging in her hair, and her complexion is a little pale, but fortunately her breathing is steady.

Jiao Da inspected it and said: "Master Jing, don't worry, Miss Si is just tired and fell asleep."

Jia Jing closed his eyes and said nothing, General Jiao Xichun put away and continued: "Since Miss Si was born, she was taken up by the old lady of Rongguo Mansion to raise her. Today is the first time she has returned to the mansion. When the slave saw it, he brought Miss Si here."

Jia Jing's face was calm, but anger was floating in his heart.

How can you be a slave to do such a thing? !

Jiao Da chuckled twice, "Master Jing, have you forgotten? This old slave has watched you grow up. Every time you get angry, you will always bite your teeth."

Jiao Da watched Jia Jing open his eyes, his undisguised anger made him laugh even more happily, and after laughing, he looked at Jia Jing with sadness in his eyes, "Master, you obviously can't let go of Ningguo Mansion, Why did you come here to cultivate immortals? Can you really see the Ningguo Mansion disappear like this?"

"Now Uncle Zhen is really not good, even Uncle Rong and Uncle Qiang are not very good, and the servants are also in a mess. After finally marrying a capable daughter-in-law, she is facing the Rongguo Mansion. Master, now the official secretary of the Ningguo Mansion The signatures are all that the Rongguo Mansion wants to use!"

"Master!" Jiao Da kowtowed and bowed below Jia Jing, "Please come back!"

After Jiao Da finished speaking, Jia Jing calmed down, "Go back."

Overjoyed, Jiao raised his head from the ground, only to see that Jia Jing's eyes had returned to calm.

Jiao Da's lips moved a few times, but he couldn't speak.

The Taoist temple suddenly fell silent, leaving only the occasional sounds from the alchemy furnace.

I don't know how long it took, Jiao laughed loudly, "Since the master doesn't care about these things, then you don't care about Miss Fourth's life either, right?"

Jia Jing suddenly looked at Xichun, and saw that Jiao Da had stretched out his hand to grab Xichun's neck at some point, waiting to exert force.

Jia Jing was startled, "Jiao Da, how dare you?!"

Jiao Da's expression seemed to be crying but not smiling, "It turns out that the master also took it to heart."

"Then why her?"

"Obviously she is not of the master's blood."

"When she was born, master, you were already an outsider. You have never seen your wife...but she was born like this."

"It turns out, master, it's my wife who takes care of me."

Jia Jing listened to Jiao Da's words, but his heart was turbulent.

He never thought that Xichun's identity would be misunderstood in this way.

He looked at Jiao Da coldly, "I met my wife once four years ago."

Jiao Da was taken aback, and looked at Jia Jing in disbelief.

Soon, Jiao Da realized that Jia Jing was still in contact with Ningguo Mansion, which proved that Jia Jing was forced to do so.

Jia Jing also wants to go back!Jia Jing never gave up Ningguo Mansion!

Jiao Da put down Xichun, walked forward on his knees, "Master!"

Jia Jing slapped Jiao Da on the face, "Where am I still your master?!"

Jiao Da was knocked down to the ground, and before he got up, a group of people called the master and ran in.

Jiang's mother ran in the front and immediately saw Xichun lying unconscious on the ground.

"Sister Xi—!"

Jiang's mother picked up Xichun, and she burst into tears.

A group of people were divided into two groups, one group tied up Jiao Da, and the other group knelt in front of Jia Jing, and explained the matter in detail.

After listening, Jia Jing couldn't stop the anger on his face.

"Come here! Send Jiao Da to Zhuangzi in Lingnan! Don't step out of Zhuangzi!"

Everyone was shocked and sent it to Lingnan. Based on Jiao Da's age, it was uncertain whether he could survive to the Zhuangzi over there. Even if he survived, those Zhuangzi would live until they died.

Jia Jing looked at the leader, Guanshi Luo, "Go back and tell the mansion that they will send a carriage to pick up Fourth Miss back to the mansion."

Manager Luo should be.

Mother Jiang on the side cried and said, "Master! Fourth Miss has a fever!"

Jia Jing looked at Xichun, only to see that Xichun's pale face turned red at some point, and his breathing became short of breath.

Guanshi Luo immediately said, "Young one, I'll call for a doctor right now."

Jia Jing stretched out his hand, "Hold me here, I'll take a look first."

Mother Jiang immediately stepped forward with Xichun in her arms.

Jia Jing touched Xichun's neck lightly, and felt the heat and humidity.

Jia Jing withdrew his hand and frowned slightly, "Take her to the wing first, change her clothes, and then scrub her with hot water to reduce the heat."

Mother Jiang immediately said: "But..."

Luo Guanshi said: "Mom, just go, we will prepare things, but Miss Fourth's clothes are not suitable for the time being, I am afraid that Miss Fourth will be wronged."

Mother Jiang shook her head with tears in her eyes, got up with Xichun in her arms, and followed the servants to the wing.

In the wing room, Mother Jiang brought hot water to wash Xichun, and then someone knocked on the door.

Mother Jiang got up to open the door, and saw a little boy in Taoist robes standing at the door holding a tray in his hand.

The little Taoist smiled at her, "Hello Mom, the real person told me to bring the clothes."

Mother Jiang took a look, and saw that there were indeed several plain white underwear on the plate, but they were all men's.

Seeing Mama Jiang's hesitation, the little Taoist smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mama, these are real people, they haven't been touched yet."

Jia Jing became a Taoist priest, saying that he was an outsider and would no longer accept the disturbance of the world, but how dare the Ningguo Mansion really not disturb?Jia Jing refused to accept some gold and silver treasures, but the food and firewood in the considerable area, the clothes and utensils of the people, these are necessary to give away, as long as they are not stabbed in front of Jia Jing, Jia Jing will pretend not to see.

Mother Jiang no longer hesitated, took the tray, and blessed her body a little, "Thank you little Taoist."

Changing clothes for Xichun, and covering her with a quilt, Jiang's mother sat beside her, touching Xichun's forehead from time to time, and changing the veil.

The little Taoist priest went back and forth before, and knocked on the door again, "Mom."

Mother Jiang got up and opened the door, the little Taoist said: "The real person asks mother to go and answer."

Jiang's mother looked at Xichun who was still sleeping in the room, bit her lips and remained silent.

The little Taoist smiled again and said, "Don't worry, mom, I'll just stay here and watch, mom will go and come back quickly."

Mother Jiang still refused to leave, "Miss Si is still having a fever."

Now the little Taoist priest is in a bit of a dilemma. He wants to say that he can help take care of it, but seeing Jiang's mother like this, he will never feel relieved.

When he was in a difficult situation, another little Taoist priest in Taoist robes came over with a woman.

"Mom, this is a woman from the village at the foot of the mountain, please ask her to take care of Miss Fourth."

The little Taoist priest also said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll stay here and guard."

Mother Jiang bowed to the woman, "I'm sorry."

The woman hurriedly avoided, her face was flushed, she waved her hands repeatedly and said it was nothing.

Mother Jiang left with the little Taoist priest.

When he got to the door, the little Taoist opened the door and motioned for Jiang's mother to go in. After Jiang's mother entered, he closed the door again and stood outside.

Mother Jiang walked forward with her head lowered after entering, and finally knelt down on the ground, "The slave Jiang Yun has seen the master."

Jia Jing slightly opened his eyes and looked at Jiang's mother, "Is your surname Jiang?"

Mother Jiang replied respectfully: "My real name is Xiaoyun, she is a second-class maid who serves in front of my wife, and was later given the surname Jiang."

To be given a surname proves the loyalty of the person in front of him.

Only now did Jia Jing look at Jiang's mother, the half-worn clothes were slightly messed up, as if caused by a beating, there was grass juice on them, and her hair was also slightly scattered.

"Head up."

Mother Jiang lowered her eyes and raised her head.

Jia Jing's gaze stayed on his forehead for a moment, "I saw you in front of my wife."

Jia Jing withdrew his gaze, "When did you come to serve Miss Fourth?"

Jiang's mother replied: "Madam is kind-hearted. The quasi-servant redeemed herself. After getting married, the family unfortunately suffered a disaster, and there was only one servant left. Madam took pity on the servant, so she sent the servant back to the mansion to be a sweeping lady. "

"One day, the wife called the slave to her, gave her the surname Jiang, and said that she would be the nurse of the child in the wife's womb."

"The servant has never given birth to a child, how can he be a nurse, but the wife refuses to change her."

"In a few days, my wife will... die of dystocia."

"From the second day on, the servant girl became Miss Fourth's nanny, and followed her to Rongguo Mansion."

After Jia Jing finished listening, he didn't speak for a long time, and finally asked in a hoarse voice: "In the past few years...how is Miss Si doing?"

Mother Jiang broke down in tears, "Master! Fourth Miss...she...has had a hard time..."

Jiang's mother intermittently talked about the days of Xichun in the past few years.

When she first moved to Rongguo Mansion, she didn't have milk to feed Xichun, but Rongguo Mansion called a breastfeeding woman, but the woman didn't care at all, and Xichun couldn't get enough to eat for a long time, so she tried to get Tanchun's milk to feed her. My mother helped to feed her, and tried to get some money into the kitchen to get some rice oil, milk, and goat milk, so she worked so hard to keep Xichun alive.

Xi Chungui is the concubine's daughter, but lives in the hut of Mrs. Wang's house. The room is small and airless, and it is difficult to seek medical advice when she is sick.

Ningguo Mansion also didn't care about Xichun, the Fourth Miss, and didn't ask a question all year round. Xichun didn't have a chance to go back to Ningguo Mansion on weekdays. The young lady was made a female official in the palace, and the old lady was happy, so she let go.

Jia Jing was already furious when he heard that Xichun was living in Mrs. Wang's mansion, and he was even more furious when he heard that Jia Yuanchun had been made a female official.

"When did Jia Yuanchun enter the palace? How did he become a female official?"

Jiang's mother replied: "Missy was selected into the palace last year. A few days ago, I heard that she was praised by the queen empress for her outstanding etiquette, and she was specially named a female official."

Minor election?That is clearly the selection of a palace lady!

Since she ascended the throne, she has never chosen a concubine. Even a fool can know why the dignified lady of the Duke's mansion chooses a palace lady.

No wonder the Jia family kept it a secret from him. Presumably it was Jia Shi's idea.

Thinking back to the time when my wife told me that Yuan Chun was raised, she was a little high-minded. Now that I think about it, my wife should have noticed it at that time.

Thinking of his wife, and thinking of the dream every night that Jiang's mother said, Jia Jing was a little dazed.

Is she blaming him for refusing to enter his dream?

Blame him for leaving her alone to face those jackals, blame him for not being by her side when she needed him most, blame him for not being able to fulfill her last wish.

For a moment, Jia Jing was a little disheartened.

What did you pay for?

"You go out."

Mother Jiang looked up at Jia Jing, only to see that the other party had closed her eyes and her face was full of exhaustion.