"Holy Father" Jia She of the Red Chamber

The servants in the courtyard saw Jia She came, and hurriedly planned to go in to report, the main reason was to make Jia Lian stop, after all, Jia Lian made a lot of noise when he came, and they didn't dare to go up because Jia Lian was Jia She's son. Do more to dissuade, Mrs. Xing has already sent someone to invite Wang Xifeng, but depending on the time, Wang Xifeng should not be able to come in a while.

Jia Amnesty raised his hand, stopped the servant, and entered the room.

I saw Jia Lian staring at Mrs. Xing with red eyes, and Mrs. Xing was holding on to the handkerchief tightly. Even if she stared back, she was obviously frightened by Jia Lian's appearance, and her face turned pale.

Jia Amnesty raised his hand and clapped 'Papa Papa', and the room fell silent immediately.

Jia Lian and Mrs. Xing turned their heads to look at Jia Amnesty at the same time.

Jia Lian's complexion turned darker, and Madam Xing's complexion finally improved.

"Why do you come to my father every day to say hello, but now you don't respond when you see your father?" Jia Amnesty looked at Jia Lian with a half-smile, walked up to Mrs. Xing and patted her hand comfortingly: "Go to Yingchun's girl's room." Go, my son, obviously he is not satisfied with me as a father, let me handle it myself."

Mrs. Xing looked at Jia Amnesty worriedly, then turned her head and gave Jia Lian a hard look, then reluctantly took Wang Shanbao's family out of the house.

"Okay, what do you want to say?" Jia She sat down at the table calmly, and immediately a little maid stepped forward to make tea for him. Put it in your eyes.

Jia Lian stood alone in the room for a long time, and found that his father didn't pay attention to him, and glanced at the red sandalwood four seasons screen, and the unwillingness flashed in his eyes: "You know, this screen is my mother's dowry. "

Jia Amnesty sipped his tea slowly: "I didn't know it before, but I know it now."

Jia Lian frowned: "Then, why did the elder give this thing to Mrs. Xing?"

"Then who do you want to give it to?" Jia She put down the teacup, with a calm expression on his face: "Xing Shi is my wife, your aunt, this kind of thing, don't give it to Xing Shi, do you want to give it to the few in the grandfather's house?" Concubine."

Jia Lian's body trembled because of Jia She's words: "My lord, it belongs to my mother, shouldn't it be given to my son?"

"For you?" Jia She sneered and threw the teacup on the ground: "Why?"

He stood up, walked in front of Jia Lian, looked at Jia Lian standing there with clenched fists, and sneered: "Since you are my son, I tell you, I really don't care about it. I think you don't have me in your heart." My son, what is I going to do here? I don’t see you coming here every day to say hello. I know that I have such a large dowry, but I come here to act like a good boy. Why, I want Lao Tzu to ask for it for you. If the old lady asks for your mother's dowry, I will obey you, otherwise, I will leave you far away, lest I will get angry when I see you."

"You, you..." Jia Lian's lips trembled and his eyes were red: "I am your son."

"I'm not uncommon."

"How could you do this to me?"

"I will treat you as you treat me."

"You, you..." Jia Lian was so angry that he raised his hands, but he couldn't beat Jia She, because Jia She was his father, if he beat Jia She today, with Jia She's character, he would definitely be accused of being unfilial. At that time, he would really have nothing. Jia Lian roared, turned around and took a few steps and pushed the standing red sandalwood four seasons screen to the ground: "What's so great, what's so great."

Jia Amnesty watched Jia Lian's heroic performance there, and didn't speak, but asked loudly, "Is Second Mistress here?"

Before he entered the house, he had already sent someone to invite Wang Xifeng, and he also learned that Mrs. Xing had invited Wang Xifeng before. Mrs. Xing could not invite Wang Xifeng, but he could. Lifting it up, Wang Xifeng walked in with a pale face.

Jia Amnesty pointed in Jia Lian's direction with his chin: "Your father is in a daze. If you have nothing to do, come here to spoil me. You take it back, so I can watch."

"Master." Wang Xifeng bit her lips unwillingly. The reason why Jia Lian came to Mrs. Xing to make trouble was because Jia Lian carefully curry favor with Jia She for a long time before, but he never let Jia She let go to help them get the dowry of her dead mother-in-law. This time Shi Taijun gave Jia Amnesty such a good thing, so she naturally paid attention to it, and then learned from her aunt that the screen voice was the dowry of her dead mother-in-law, so she gave her heart and hid from Jia Lian to ask for it. Knowing that Jia Lian was begging for something, but he was begging for something, when Mrs. Xing sent someone to call her just now, she was still sitting in the room leisurely, trying to make Mrs. Xing suffer, but this time it was her, a powerful father-in-law who sent her If people called her, she had to come.

As a result, as soon as she came, she heard the sound of her second master smashing things inside. Are you crazy?

"Didn't you hear that? Your father is in a daze. Take him back and see a doctor." Jia Amnesty raised his voice unconsciously. His patience was really good for the original son and the original body. The daughter-in-law has been smoothed out, and I have never seen such a stubborn fool.

"Master," Wang Xifeng rolled her eyes, looked at her father and didn't know what to think about standing there, so he gritted his teeth and said, "You can't blame the second master, Mrs. When he passed away, the second master was still too young, so he wanted to find some old wife's old things to commemorate, but he couldn't find one, and he finally found one, and he was full of hope that the elder master would..." Wang Xifeng paused, covered it with a handkerchief Closing the corners of his eyes, he sighed: "My grandfather is also suffering in his heart."

"Bitter, bitter, each of you has your own problems, but I don't have any pain in my heart." Jia She stopped talking nonsense, and directly called two thick women from outside: "Break this screen for me. "

The two women looked at each other, and stepped forward, stepping on and tearing at the screen that had fallen to the ground. After a while, the screen was torn into tatters.

Looking at this scene, Jia Lian couldn't control himself. He rushed forward to Jia Amnesty and glared, "I'm still your son."

"No." Jia She slapped Jia Lian's head aside with a backhand slap, "You've made it clear to me. From now on, I won't care about anything about you."

"Okay, okay," Jia Lian sneered and took a few steps back, took Wang Xifeng's hand and walked out: "From now on, you are not my father either."

Just a few steps out of the door, I heard Jia She's order in the room: "Burn the rest for me."

Jia Lian gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay, I will never ask you for anything in the future, just watch carefully, how I will succeed."

Jia She sat in the room, looked at the silence of the room, and sneered, "I never thought that when father and son broke up, they would be able to call daddy, Jia She, Jia She, you lived a really sad life." But , I would never live like this.

Jia Amnesty turned his head and called A Ping in: "Go, send a message to Miss Biao and Aunt Ping."

The Dafang father and son made a big fuss over a screen, and soon the whole Rongguo Mansion knew about it.

When Shi Taijun heard the news, he slapped his thigh and said to Mrs. Wang who was sitting down with a smile: "Finally, let that scoundrel taste our power."

Mrs. Wang followed with a smile, feeling very proud that she had finally pardoned Jia's army.

So far, Jia Amnesty and Jia Lian's father and son have officially torn apart.

Rongguo Mansion is still in charge of Wang Xifeng and Mrs. Xing, but because Jia Amnesty and Jia Lian have torn their faces, Wang Xifeng no longer takes care of her mother-in-law's face, and all the affairs of Rongguo Mansion go over Mrs. Xing, and she is fully responsible. She finally regained the feeling of Lian's second grandma in the past.

Mrs. Xing smiled and watched Wang Xifeng flaunting her power in front of her. She slowed down and didn't move. Her master said, just let her keep a close eye on it. He will help her get it back in the future. She believes what her master said.

Lin Daiyu is still living in the Bisha closet. Originally, Jia She said that she would prepare a small yard for her to live in, but Shi Taijun refused because of the cold weather.

On this day, Yuanyang came to give Lin Daiyu some New Year's silk and satin under Shi Taijun's order.

I don’t know if it’s just an illusion, but since Lin Daiyu went to celebrate the New Year in Jia She’s yard last time, Shi Taijun seemed to suddenly find that he liked this granddaughter very much, and sent mandarin ducks to deliver things every day, and this time, he finally didn’t send those big red and green things. Something in line with filial piety.

Seeing that it was Yuanyang, Lin Daiyu asked Xueyan to take the tray from Yuanyang's hand, took Yuanyang's hand and led her to sit down at the table, and said with a smile, "Thank you, sister Yuanyang, for remembering Yu'er."

"Where is Miss Biao?" Yuanyang responded with a smile: "After all, the ancestors love Miss Biao very much, how can they not remember Miss Biao."

This sentence brought out Shi Taijun's credit.

Lin Daiyu smiled, and quickly asked Xueyan to pour tea for Yuanyang. Yuanyang waved her hand and said that she would go back to serve the old lady, and she saw Xueyan poured the cup of hot tea to herself.

"what."

"what."

There were two screams, one was a mandarin duck, the other was a snow goose.

Yuanyang was splashed on her chest by Xueyan's cup of hot tea, and a large piece of her front and chest was lost. Immediately, her skin felt burning pain, and she only shed tears from the pain.

Xueyan fell to the ground, and the teacup also fell to the ground and shattered all over the ground. Xueyan's hand just landed on the debris, and it was cut several times, leaving blood on one hand.

Lin Daiyu was in a hurry: "Hurry up and ask for a doctor."

After giving the order, he said to Yuanyang: "Sister Yuanyang, Xueyan is also careless, you should write this down for the time being, and talk about it when you recover from the injury, now you take off your clothes first, apply cold water on it, rub some The scald medicine here, wait for the doctor to come and show you."

Yuanyang looked at Xueyan who was standing up with her legs up, and then saw that the girl wrapped her hand in a handkerchief and was still dripping blood. She couldn't bear it, so she nodded, agreeing with Lin Daiyu's statement: "Then thank you very much. girl."

"No thanks, no thanks," Lin Daiyu took the mandarin duck behind the screen, pointed the little girl in to serve her, and sat outside, saying, "This matter is Xueyan's fault, and I will teach her a lesson for you."

While changing clothes and applying medicine, Yuanyang raised her head to look at the figure on the other side of the screen: "You can't blame her either, Miss Biao, don't blame Miss Xueyan too much for slaves."

After hearing this, Xueyan quickly knelt on the ground and thanked, "Thank you, Sister Yuanyang."

Several people exchanged polite words, and then a servant said that the doctor is here.

Lin Daiyu hurriedly invited people in to show Yuanyang and Xueyan's injuries.

Yuanyang was originally a maid, even if it was the big maid beside Shi Taijun, she was not injured and the master asked the doctor to heal her immediately. Today, Lin Daiyu showed such concern for her, which moved Yuanyang very much.

She no longer blamed Xueyan for her rough hands and feet. When the doctor finished prescribing the prescription and left, Lin Daiyu gave Yuanyang a lot of good things, and specially sent a little maid to follow her. up.

After the mandarin ducks had left, the little maid behind the screen turned around and came out.

Lin Daiyu looked at the little maid with a smile: "I got the things."

The little maid nodded, opened the veil in her hand, and immediately made a piece of dough, imprinted with the shape of a key.

Lin Daiyu looked at the dough curiously, and then at the little girl: "I really can't figure out where uncle found you guys."

The little girl bowed her knees and bowed to Lin Daiyu: "Miss, you are absurd. People like us are just inferior people. We usually know some skills to save our lives. If we can win the favor of the general, we can be regarded as those who have cultivated for several generations." Blessed."

Lin Daiyu nodded, she was no longer the old lady who knew nothing about the world, so she naturally understood what these people meant: "Okay, okay, since the matter is done, you should hurry up and send the things to uncle."

Forgive that maid who was originally a thief, she was taken under Jia She's command, and usually works in the library, mainly to see if anyone came to the library to steal books. A little trick, but quite useful.

This time, she got the mud print of the key she got from Yuanyang, changed hands, matched the key and handed it to Jia Amnesty.

Jia She looked at the small key in his hand and smiled. He always knew that Shi Taijun trusted Yuanyang, and kept his private key with Yuanyang, so he sent someone to send a message to Ping'er to find out where Yuanyang kept the key. , so as to plan for the future.

Unexpectedly, Yuanyang hung the key around her neck, and there was a scene where Lin Daiyu let Xueyan scald Yuanyang.

Jia Amnesty looked at the key, and handed the key to the woman next to her: "Go and deliver it to Aunt Ping, and by the way, deliver the golden sore medicine that Grandpa treasured to that girl Xueyan."

When Ping'er got the key and heard the woman's message, his eyes lit up, and he thought about it.