The whole heaven is watching Lao Tzu fall in love [Red Mansion]

Her face was full of tears, but she had a strangely peaceful expression, and she murmured: "Rest, rest."

"I won't let you get tired like this anymore."

Under her stroking again and again, Jia Zhu raised his eyelids with great effort, slowly curled up the corners of his mouth, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Physician Wang stepped forward to check his breath, but finally turned his head and shook his head to everyone with a heavy expression.

There was a sudden sound of mourning in the room, and Li Wan couldn't stop crying. The maids were also weeping because they thought about Jia Zhu's sympathy for her servants.Jia Zheng kept calling for someone to come and clean up.

Amidst such noise, only Mrs. Wang was sitting on the head of the bed like a sculpture, stroking her hand all the time, whispering softly as if possessed by a demon.

"Rest, rest, my boy."

After Jia Zhu's first seven, the list was also posted.The names of the two young masters of the Jia family are impressively listed, Jia Zhu is No. 7 in the second class, and Jia Lian is No. 40 in the second class.

It's just that such a happy event can't make everyone happy.Thinking of how happy everyone was when Jia Zhuruo was alive, the sadness spread from his heart more and more.

When the old emperor heard about this, he remembered that Jia Daishan had worked hard with him in the past. Thinking of his descendants' untimely death, he gave Jia Lian a sixth-rank civil post in public in the palace examination.Jia Lian kowtowed to thank him without mentioning it, but the old emperor smiled and said: "This son will definitely do great things in the future, I'm afraid the young phoenix will be as loud as the old phoenix!"

All the courtiers are all compliant, but they all understand in their hearts that Jia Lian will definitely not be able to escape if the old emperor said so.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, Li Wan started to vomit continuously.I called the imperial physician to see her, and after checking her pulse, she was already more than two months pregnant.As soon as these words came out, Jia's mother couldn't help crying, and sighed again and again that Jia Zhu had a queen, and she couldn't help feeling a little comforted in her heart.Only Mrs. Wang was deeply hit by the death of her son. Hearing that there were grandchildren, she didn't take it seriously. She even faintly suspected that the fetus in her womb could defeat her father, and she became more and more unhappy.

In September of this year, after struggling through all kinds of setbacks, Li Wan was left with a boy named Lan.Mrs. Wang just asked someone to carry her over for a look, and then she was carried down again.

When Mrs. Jia heard this, she felt a little unhappy in her heart, and when Mrs. Wang came to say hello, she asked, "Then Brother Lan is still young, and he is your grandson, but how did he offend you? Even a good friend?" Didn't you show any face?"

Mrs. Wang was silent for a long time when she heard the words, and after a while she forced the corners of her lips to smile and said: "Brother Lang is not bad at all, but when I have him, my Pearl will go, I'm afraid it will kill my father."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel his eyes sore again, and hurriedly covered it with a veil.

But Jia Mu sighed again and again, and said slowly: "You and I know very well that Zhu'er is a good boy because he was forced too much. When he said that he was too tired that day, he seemed to have a sharp knife , straight into my heart!" She held her chest and said, "Why am I not sad? But you can't blame Zheng'er for this. Although he is a bit stricter, Zhuer It's also his child!"

Mrs. Wang slowly lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I don't complain."

How can she complain?That's her husband, her god, she can only obey this man for the rest of her life.Those virtuous women talk about women's merits, and they don't allow her to complain about everything.

But how could she not complain?It was the child she gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy. She was pure filial piety and motivated, and raised her by her side every day. It was hard to raise such a big child.Right now, it was because he was forced by his biological father to send the white-haired man to the black-haired man!

In this world, there are always all kinds of helplessness and sorrow.Everyone in the world is the actor who personally painted the thrush and came on stage, singing his own play mournfully, singing it thousands of times without knowing how to stop.

Most of all, it is a song for breaking the soul, and the singer is sad.

After greeting Jia Mu, Mrs. Wang was out of her mind, and was served by the maids in a trance and put on a cloak.But suddenly she heard a servant girl yelling, "It's raining!" She looked up.

The sky is filled with threads of trouble, each one touching people's intestines.She couldn't help but took a few steps forward, and walked straight into the autumn rain like a curtain and mist, which shocked the maids who served her.He hurried forward to help her back: "Ma'am, I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold, go and stand over there!"

But Wang-shi stretched out her hand to break free, raised her head, and watched the sudden autumn rain quietly.It wasn't until the rain drenched her hair that she put on her cloak again and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

As the saying goes: Dust is full of sparse curtains and plain belts are floating, it is really dark and pitiful.Several times secretly wiped the tears on the green shirt, and suddenly saw Cuiqiao near the rhinoceros.Only hate turns boring, and the flower tide is still falling at the fifth watch.The decaying poplar leaves are hard to get rid of, and the cold rain and westerly wind beat the painted bridge.

(Note: From Nalan Rongruo's "Yu Zhonghao")

After that, Mrs. Wang became seriously ill and was bedridden for two or three months.Just dip some rice water every day, and see the whole person lose weight.She originally had a more dignified and dutiful appearance, but she was not very brilliant, so she looked even older.The corners of the eyes have also climbed up fine lines.

Her usual pride is only her children.The daughter was born on the first day of the Lunar New Year. She has a noble status and outstanding appearance. She is a great fortune; the eldest son is quite talented in homework, and he won the Juren at a young age. Who wouldn't be envious?

But now it's only a year, her daughter entered the palace, and her son died of illness, it seems like God made a big joke with her!What she cared about, what she was proud of, all went away like this, leaving her alone in the courtyard of this deep house, looking at the high wall, like the ashes left after the incense burnt out.

This day Baoyu went to see her as usual, and she felt the childish voice and the little hand holding her hand, as if a warm water flowed into her body.The water that had been dead for a long time came back to life, bubbling and flowing, bringing unprecedented new vitality.

She cannot fall.Her daughter is still in the deep palace that eats people and doesn't spit out their bones, and her son is still a naive and ignorant child!

She regained her composure and said slowly, "Help me up."

Jin Chuan'er, the new maidservant who came to serve her, hastily stuffed the Yuguo sky blue pillow with silver trim into it behind her, and carefully took the medicine bowl, and fed it to Madam Wang with a spoon.

Madam Wang lowered her head and sipped slowly, feeling that her heart was becoming firmer a little bit.

It's not like she didn't have a chance to come back.

There is no dead end ahead of her.

Since Mrs. Wang was ill, the power of housekeeping returned to Mrs. Zhang.Originally, it was supposed to return to Mrs. Zhang three years ago, but Jia's mother said that Mrs. Zhang was in poor health after giving birth to Jia Lang, so she asked Mrs. Wang to help take care of her.This help lasted for three years.

With funerals and patients at home, and Yuan Chun's expenses in the palace, Mrs. Zhang was busier than usual, and had no time to care about Jia Lang.Since his elder brother had just passed away, Jia Lang couldn't go out and walk around, so he had to practice calligraphy every day.He has practiced decently at such a young age. Although his handwriting cannot be said to be endlessly admirable, it is very good when applied to young children, and he was praised for a while.

Seeing him like this, Jia She sent people to the street to buy those calligraphy and paintings of famous masters with him, and Jia Lang copied them every day. out of the picture.

Mrs. Zhang came to see it once in a while, but she couldn't help laughing and sighing. In the end, she taught him a folk recipe: tie a heavy object on the arm to exercise the strength of the wrist, so that the pen can be written with spirit and power through the back of the paper.

On this day, Jia Lang was rolling up his sleeves, and when he had just written the word "yesterday" on the snow-white rice paper, he suddenly saw a jade-colored butterfly flying outside the window.It fell on the cold plum, and its wings trembled slightly, as if it had merged with the white snow.

The child smiled slightly, and was changing a piece of paper to draw it into the painting, when he suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

……and many more.

This cold and twelfth lunar month... where did the butterfly come from?

He stared suspiciously at the butterfly outside the window, thought for a while, put on his cloak and went out, kissed the plum tree to have a look.The butterfly fluttered its wings lightly with the wind, and when it saw him coming, it flew towards his finger.

Fang brought a cup of hot tea to Hua Hong, who had just stepped into the yard when she saw such a scene.

Under the white snow fluttering all over the sky, a child of short stature stood in the snow, beside the tree of unusually bright red plums.The ink painting-like brows are more delicate under the snow-white features surrounded by the cloak. He is carefully raising his fingers, watching a butterfly spreading its wings.

At that moment, she thought in a trance: the so-called immortal posture, I'm afraid that's it.

But in fact, Jia Lang's inner drama is not as beautiful as she imagined.He stared at the butterfly resting on his finger with big eyes and small eyes, silently watching the screen refresh of the barrage.

[Where did the butterflies come from in the ice and snow, this change has changed, even I don't believe it! 】

[In ancient times, longing is the most tormenting people's hearts, and the emotions and desires are the most unforgettable and indulging in them.Good, good. ...Wait, who moved the other potted flower at the door just now?Now there is only one pot on the left left, move it back soon! 】There is only one pot left, I am very upset to see it!I really want to make another pot to fill that empty space!

[Avalokitesvara, calm down.That pot was just carried by someone to trim the branches and leaves.Besides, I have persuaded you many times, you should find an immortal doctor. 】

[Thousands of miles apart, the heart that connects you and me can't stop.If we can't meet, even if we cross thousands of mountains and rivers, I will come to find you——]

[Chang'e, have you changed your script recently? 】