[Red Mansion + Sword III] Drugs dominate the world

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When Mother Jia smiled, things became much easier.Jia Huan also hurriedly begged, "Ancestor, my aunt is sick, I must miss my ancestor very much, let brother Huan visit my aunt! My aunt's younger brother is still young, brother Huan can serve my aunt!"

When Jia Baoyu heard this, he also begged.He didn't really want to serve Jia Min, but he heard that Jia Min was more gentle, virtuous and well-literate than his eldest sister. She was pretty and handsome, a rare beauty. Min is simply the most perfect daughter's family in his mind.Hearing that her daughter's family was ill, how could Jia Baoyu, who was born to want to give everything to the girl, be indifferent?

But the words of the two of them seemed to others to be nothing more than childish words.

Mother Jia happily held the two brothers in her arms, touched one side and kissed the other, Lao Huai said comfortingly: "My old lady, apart from your aunt, you are the ones who hurt me the most in this life. You two are so sensible." At this time, she didn't say that Jia Huan was a concubine, and she was no longer welcome.What's more, even if Jia Huan is a concubine, it is her son's flesh and blood. In the future, her Baoyu will become a pillar of talent. Let's not talk about whether Jia Huan will help Jia Baoyu. After all, he can still be a helper for Jia Baoyu—as the saying goes There are three stakes for one fence. Although her own son and the two brothers do not talk about discord, they do not have the same thing in terms of work. Seeing that the relationship is tight, she can't let her Baoyu have a relationship with her brother. What's more, Jia Huan can't go beyond Baoyu!

Therefore, Jia's mother also has a little good face towards Jia Huan.In the eyes of Aunt Zhao, this is a great thing, so Jia Huan really doesn't need to say anything to Aunt Zhao these days, and she doesn't look around for trouble anymore, it's really gratifying, isn't it?

The two little brothers talked affectionately for a while, and in the end it was Jia's mother who made up her mind and asked Jia Huan to follow Jia Amnesty to visit Jia Min.

Although Jia Amnesty agreed wholeheartedly, his complexion was not very good after all.

But Mother Jia didn't care about his face, she waved her hand and let them all go out, leaving only Jia Baoyu to play by her side.Jia Huan had no choice but to walk out of Jia Mu's door with his uncle Jia She.After going out of the house and going around the small porch door, Jia Huan saw a servant girl coming in a hurry. After a closer look, it was the big servant girl in Jia She's room.

The servant girl's complexion was very bad, her eyes were irritable, and she looked sickly.When she saw Jia She, she came up to meet him and said, "My lord, my wife is not well!"

With a flicker of Jia She's figure, he rushed forward——

Jia Huan hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab it, but he couldn't move it. As a result, he was also dragged by Jia Amnesty and fell to the ground.

"Brother Huan!" The nanny next to her was startled, and rushed to follow suit.

For a while, it was like pushing dominoes, crackling, and fell three or four.

After a while, Jia She just woke up a little bit, and shouted: "My wife..."

"Master, don't hesitate to go and see your auntie, it's useless to die here!" Jia Huan didn't understand what Jia Amnesty was thinking, his own wife was sick, so how could he find the energy to take care of his younger sister Jia Min? ?

And how did he know that Jia Amnesty just wanted to get closer to Jia Mu, so he ignored his wife just now - he originally ordered Jia Mu to visit Jia Min because he wanted Jia Mu to help his son find a good marriage. Moreover, his eldest son died early, and it is common for his wife to suffer from heart problems. He thought that as long as the second son finds a good marriage, his wife will be better when they get married. After all, the bride entering the family is a happy event, isn't it?Who knew that when he left, his wife Zhang passed away when he came back, and his younger sister Jia Min couldn't survive, so in the original world, he didn't even want to see Daiyu for the first time. At that time, he shirked it early, saying that he had something important to do-in fact, he was just unhappy.

But now that Jia Huan is here, his brain is naturally different from these ancient people, so when he heard that his aunt was "not well", his first reaction was to grab Jia Amnesty and go straight to the long room.

Jia Amnesty was dragged back to his own area by him, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the imperial doctor sighing.

"Doctor!" He hurried over, "How is my wife?"

"Master General, your wife's illness is a heart disease. No matter how much medicine you take, it may not make her feel at ease... If it is the medicine of tigers and wolves, she will not be able to bear it even more. This..."

"Doctor! Just save your life, don't say anything else!" After all, Jia She is Jia She, and he can't listen to these evasive words, "Save my wife!"

The imperial physician shook his head, then turned to pack the box.

This time, Jia Amnesty really cried.He is not like Jia Zheng, he is a rotten Confucian whose brain is so rigid that he can be described as a dead brain. If you say how "Confucian" he is, it really can't be said, but he is the mother of other saints. He won't back down, seeing that if others are not "generous", he will have countless nonsense to say, but if this matter comes to his head, then he will never get into the trap, of course, He still had to come up with countless excuses to cover himself, so Jia Zheng would not do it, even if it was his own son who died, unless it was his mother, then he could follow According to the standards of the world, she was crying and flaunting herself as the most kind and filial.

But Jia Amnesty is different from Jia Zheng.

When his eldest son died, he cried heavily, but now that his wife is sick, he is still crying, as if the wells of tears are much shallower than others.

But such a person is easy to get along with in Jia Huan's view.It doesn't matter whether he is a good person or not, a person who always writes his thoughts on his face is considered a bad person, but there is no need to be afraid of how bad he is, after all, he knew in advance that this person was going to play tricks, right?

But now Jia Amnesty has no intention of doing bad things.

He was sobbing because of his wife's death, scratching his nose and tears.

Mrs. Zhang was lying on the bed, and when she heard him crying, she asked someone to wash his face, and Jia Huan also took advantage of this time to get in front of Mrs. Zhang.

"It's Brother Huan..." Mrs. Zhang smiled at him, but her complexion was pale, and she was so sick and thin that she almost lost her shape. Except for her eyes, which were still as gentle and shining as ever, she looked at her. That is, half of the body has entered the gate of hell.

Jia Huan's heart skipped a beat.

He is not familiar with Mrs. Zhang, but she treats him and Jia Baoyu quite equally. Of course, she may do this to dissuade Mrs. Wang, the wife of the second room, or to express her feelings for the second room. Rongxitang's dissatisfaction, but to Jia Huan, he always had a heart.So seeing Mrs. Zhang dying now, of course he felt uncomfortable.