Mrs. Pin, one of the Red House

Baoyu looked up and saw that it was Jia Zheng. He was so frightened that his three souls went out of his mind. Dare to say that he made Daiyu cry, and finally had to stand there with hands down and head down.

Jia Zheng was so angry that everything was going wrong this year. When he saw Baoyu and thought of Jia Zhu's cleverness, but today he was bored, he couldn't help but get angry.

He didn't ask why, and he came up and scolded: "How decent is it? It doesn't look like it."

Baoyu looked at the smooth green brick floor and dared not look up.

He was very unlucky today, and Jia Zheng was upset, so he sent him to kick his nest.

Jia Zheng scolded Baoyu all over his face, without saving any face, scolded and scolded, and vented his anger, he said to Baoyu, "Go down and find your mother."

After Baoyu left listlessly, Jia Zheng said to Lin Hai in embarrassment: "I made you laugh."

Lin Hai waved his hands and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Jia Zheng waved his hand, "Please." Lin Hai declined, but in the end Jia Zheng was half a step behind Lin Hai, and the two went to Jia Min.

When the two walked into the room, the maids everywhere were coming in and out, extremely busy. Xueying, the big maid beside Jia Min, had red eyes and was carrying a bowl of steaming medicine. Seeing Lin Hai and the two coming, she went up Blessed the body before, "Greetings to the two masters."

Lin Hai yelled, and said with a concerned look: "Is Ma'am okay? How is it? Are you feeling better? Can you use the medicine?"

"The madam has rested and taken the medicine. She is safe now. However, the girl insists on guarding in front of the madam. No, Wang Momo is worried, afraid that the girl's body will not be able to bear it, so she specially asked me to hold the girl for a while." Post tonic." Xueying replied listlessly.

"I see. After you send the medicine in, go down and rest first." Lin Hai didn't take it to heart at all. Although his face is calm now, his heart is also full of turmoil.

It's too late to regret.

If he knew that Wan Yan really felt sorry for Jia's mansion, he would not have made such a mistake that day.

This news cannot be concealed at all. It is expected that within a few days, only the government and the public will know.

This is good, I am attached to the meritorious family, but there is no benefit at all, this is good, I really put myself in it.

How should he be?

Lin Hai racked his brains and couldn't think of any proper way to get out. He regretted that in order to save a son—a son who didn't know if he would be able to be successful, he didn't know if he could keep the current seat of the Lin family and restrict the status of the second wife of the Jia family. Because of his actions and power, he took Jia Min to Beijing, and lived in Jia's mansion in order to do things cheaply.

Why did his mother agree to this marriage back then?

It's just bad.

Lin Hai recalled this question for a long time, and it seemed that the only reason was because the media protector said that Jia Min was very fertile.

A weak willow supporting the wind, who needs help when walking, who takes medicine as much as drinking water, and has been in the family for five years without going out.

Great joke.

Lin Hai wanted to laugh at himself, but couldn't.

The most urgent thing is how to pick yourself out.

He even came up with an idea, why Jia Min didn't die, he died once and for all, quietly, and there is no proof of death, although it is cheaper for Jia's house, but this matter is like the case of the former prince, it has become an eternal unsolved case.

Lin Hai subconsciously glanced at Jia Zheng. The latter was thinking about his own thoughts, and he didn't notice Lin Hai's inner turmoil and entanglement at all.

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Shi Fu.

Wang didn't get up in a hurry and rushed to Jia's mansion, but stopped Ning Yun who turned around and was about to go out.

"You're not surprised at all." Wang looked at Ning Yun with raised eyebrows, "Zhou Rui's family frightened you, but it's as if you knew about it early in the morning."

Ning Yun spread his hands and didn't pay much attention, "The third aunt and the fourth aunt of Jia's family are at odds. It's not just a day or two, everyone knows it, or everyone can use this relationship to do it."

"So, you mean your third aunt has nothing to do with this matter?"

This time, it was Ning Yun who was anxious to go to Jia's mansion to find out about the matter. The advantages outweighed the disadvantages, and he said without thinking, "The third aunt is just a housewife, the biggest official in Jia's mansion now. , but he is a fifth-rank member of the household department, Wailang, how can he get such a skill to get the medicine that killed the prince?"

Wang's expression was deep, she stared at Ning Yun, and said: "How do you know that this matter has nothing to do with your third aunt?"

"Even the emperor can't find out the medicine. The third aunt is a woman in the inner house. She has been there in the past, but she only went to the second gate." Ning Yun said, "If the third aunt is not used to the fourth aunt in Jia's house, If you want her child's life, there are many ways to borrow other people's hands without bloodshed. She also came here in the year of Zhaowu. How could she not know that there was a storm in Jia's house at that time? go in."

Mrs. Wang squinted her eyes, and tightly held the musk bead in her hand. Each bead was of normal size, with a small east bead sandwiched between them, glowing with crystal light.

She said slowly, "I'm asking how you know."

Ning Yun raised his eyes and looked at Wang Shi.

Wang said leisurely: "I also know that you are smart, much smarter than me. It has been more than ten years since I was married and in charge, but sometimes I still have joints that I can't figure out, such as some things... "She paused, turned the beads on her wrist, and sweat was already dripping from her hands.

Upon closer inspection, Wang's hands trembled a little.

Ning Yun and Wang looked at each other for a while, then pulled the chair and sat down, and said calmly, "Where did mother say that?"

"I'm your mother." Wang said as if explaining the facts, looking at Ning Yun with black and white eyes, as if trying to see what was in her heart.

"Before you were sick, you liked sweets and red jujube tea. After you got sick, you changed them all. Before you got sick, you didn't care about embroidery. After you recovered, you had a good embroidery song out of thin air, and you still have a hand. Good calligraphy." Wang smiled.

"No one has ever taught you the language of the Jurchen people in the Northeast and the Mongolian people in the Northwest, but you can write." Wang changed into a slightly more comfortable posture.

Ning Yun squinted at Bin Lan, who lowered her head, not daring to look up.

Mrs. Wang folded the handkerchief and put it back into the big sleeve of the pair of quilts, "I lived with your grandmother in Xuancheng and Shengjing in the early years. At that time, the neighbor's family name was Tong, who was a descendant of the Jurchen line. I know some Jurchen texts." At this point, she smiled, "So don't tell me you're just doodles."

"Mother, tell me directly." Ning Yun asked calmly.

She had expected such a day.

Mrs. Wang is not stupid. A woman who can hang out in the back house is as careful as a hair. She is, and so is Mrs. Wang. Sooner or later, she will have a showdown with Mr. Wang.

Ever since Tan Yun's incident, she knew that such a day would come.

"I want to know, what do you want to do?" Wang sighed, her eyes were still clear, like a pool of clear water, without waves, "Pick us out and leave everything on your third aunt, I said Yes, but."

Ning Yun was silent for a while and said nothing.

Both understand that this is a kind of default.

"Why?" Wang asked, "The Xing family is at the end of the road now, what's the point of you acting like this?"

"The breeze in the imperial city, the turbulent waves in the south of the Yangtze River." Ning Yun pondered and said, "One more thing is worse than one less thing. It's better to plan before it rains than to make up for it."

There is a breeze in the imperial city, and the turbulent waves in the south of the Yangtze River.Mrs. Wang recited this sentence silently in her heart, her expression changed slightly, and then she seemed to lose all her strength, and had to press half of her body on the kang table to maintain her demeanor.

Then he sneered and said to Ning Yun: "So, what's the difference between you and them? Selfish, selfish, inhuman, and impersonal."

"Where's your heart? But it's still red? Hot?"

Ning Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

She wanted to refute, but she couldn't utter the words of rebuttal.

She has no heart.

Mrs. Wang pointed at Ning Yun, her face turned red, and she said a little annoyed: "You are really a member of your historian, you only see yourself and never others, you never care about others, and you don't care what others think. Look at you, how you treat you, in your eyes, there is only room for yourself. It's good that you have achieved your goal, isn't it? "

Seeing that Ning Yun didn't answer, she raised her voice a little more, "Isn't it?"

It took Ning Yun a long time to speak, and his tone was a little displeased, "Then what will happen to my mother if I change my mother?"

Wang did not answer.

Wang spread out the handkerchief. There were crooked stitches on the handkerchief. It was embroidered with bamboo. Unfortunately, it looked like chicken feet. She looked at it again and again, as if she couldn't bear it. She folded it carefully and held it in her hand for a long time without loosening it for a long time. He opened it, but suddenly raised his hand and threw it into the stove, watching the handkerchief turn into ashes.

Ning Yun looked at Wang Shi, but refused to say anything.

She didn't know what to say to Wang Shi.

Tell Wang that she is just a ghost, who died in her previous life, and her descendants are around her knees, but in the end, she just opened her eyes for a moment, but by chance, she fell on Shi Ningyun's body?

Who will believe?

"It's good to be cruel. If you are cruel, you won't get hurt, you won't be sad, and you won't have sleepless nights because of one life."

Wang said after a long time: "I don't believe in ghosts and gods now, how about you? I don't think so. Since I got married, ghosts and gods are nothing but nonsense to me."

Ning Yun wanted to blurt out that ghosts and gods were just fabrications, but he remembered a dream from a long time ago, twitched his lips, and said nothing.

Finally, she said: "Perhaps in the dark, everything has its own destiny."

"It's good to believe in ghosts and gods, at least there is something to be afraid of." Wang said, "When a person is not afraid of anything, he is really scary."

Ning Yun nodded.

Only then did Wang relieve her breath, and said as if self-hypnotic: "Remember, no matter when, I will be your mother, the one who gave birth to you and raised you."

Ning Yun breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and walked in front of Mrs. Wang, squatted down, looked up at Mrs. Wang, looked at the thin wrinkles that were faintly visible on Mrs. Wang's eyebrows, and said, "I know, you are my mother, I You gave birth to it through hard work in October, and this will never change."

"Why do you always think we're going to have an accident?" Wang shook her head, as if trying to shake away the boring thoughts.

Ning Yundao: "Because I once had a dream. In the dream, there were pavilions and waterside pavilions, a thousand-year-old bustling family in the capital, beautiful ladies and gentlemen talking and laughing, the sound of gold and jade in their clothes, and the faint fragrance floating in the moon into the corridor. In the end, it was a night in the building. Decadent and flirtatious, it's just a dream in the South of the Red Chamber."