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

Mrs. Zhang couldn't say a word anymore.She is not such an innocent person, as the head of the house, she has seen those dirty things-but after listening to Yan Youyou's narration, she still felt that something was smashed into the ground On the ground, I can no longer pick it up.

The woman in front of her eyes no longer had the burning radiance she had when she heard her husband's return. Her face was sallow, and there was no light in her eyes.But even so, his back was still straight, stubbornly refusing to bend down.

Looking at it, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but sighed slightly.

Everything in this world is often lost after being obtained, which can make people feel heartbroken.

Like her who never expected to get each other from Jia She, she would not be discouraged by this concubine incident.She originally didn't have any expectations for that person, so where did the disheartening come from?

She couldn't tell if she was sad or the tired woman in front of her who had been tortured by more than ten years was sad, but she silently clasped her hands tightly.Although it is well maintained, there are still fine lines on the hands being held, which are traces left after being kissed by time.

"Nurse persuaded me," Mrs. Gu said in a low voice, "I'm the first wife, and I'm sure I've got a good chance of winning against a second wife. It's fine to get rid of her after she gives birth safely. My child It can also be raised under my knees, and it will also be a support when I get old."

Mrs. Zhang looked into her eyes and said firmly: "You will never do this."

"Of course I won't do it," Mrs. Gu's eyebrows and eyes suddenly became more proud, "Because I haven't done anything wrong! Why would I sell my conscience in exchange for something that may have disappeared long ago?" emotion?"

She is, after all, a proud person.Even if she is no longer as charming as she was back then, she is not the woman who even threw away the last bit of self-esteem for the sake of a man.

I am already so pathetic, why bother to harm other people's lives?

"Then you came to see me today," Mrs. Zhang asked softly, "but the second wife...is pregnant?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a look of bewilderment and unwillingness on Mrs. Gu's face. She fluttered her thick eyelashes twice at a loss, and a sad look suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"What are you going to do?" Mrs. Zhang asked, "Now that the situation has reached such a point, if you don't make a single move, you will only be a mistress like me in the future - watching your husband marry that concubine A married woman comes in and faces another woman every day in the name of procreating children. Is this what you want to see?"

"Of course I don't want to!" Mrs. Gu said firmly, but she couldn't help muttering to herself, "But what can I do?"

"He can't afford what you want," Zhang said meaningfully, "You have exhausted your benevolence, and there is no reason to give him more... These 19 years of youth have been dedicated to him , do you still intend to lose the rest of your life?"

The woman who was thinking about it suddenly trembled all over, and said in surprise: "You mean reconciliation..."

She had never thought of it that way.

Even if that person breaks the oath of the year, beside the pillow, there is another nephrite jade and a warm fragrance.But in her heart, there is still only that young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, who carefully folded a branch of red plum outside the wall, and when Qing came in to give it to her, he would unconsciously blush a little.

The word once was too stumbling.Just looking at her expression, Mrs. Zhang knew that she had no such intention.She couldn't persuade her any more, she just said in a low voice: "Don't let these children's affection disturb you too much. I think when you were not out of the cabinet, your talent was also the first among us. It's fine now, stay at home I'm bored, but I still need to go out for a walk more often."

A slightly bitter smile appeared on the corner of Mrs. Gu's mouth, and she slowly said, "I know what you mean, but...in my heart, I have some expectations for him."

"I was in that mansion and waited hard for him for 19 years. If he just wanted a child...if he had a heart in his heart, I was still the only one. Then no matter how many concubines there are, I am the only one." Can work hard to survive."

When she said this, she looked up at the snowy sky outside the window, her eyes were peaceful and joyful, she was still like the girl who had just started her love in her teens, looking forward, longing, even her heart was trembling slightly, Waiting for the love that belongs to me alone.

That day after Mrs. Gu went back through the wind and snow, Mrs. Zhang sat alone by the window for a long time.Even she herself didn't know, her heart was churning, what was it like, she just stared blankly at the scenery that was so clear because of the snow, and for a moment, it seemed that in the heavy snow, she saw that girl at the beginning. Laughing lightly at himself.

It's not that they haven't been innocent before, it's just that the innocent state of mind at that time was buried completely by the white earth in the cold wind.Who is this person left behind?Where did the person who left go?Here, there was only one woman who watched all this numbly, burning out the last bit of enthusiasm at the beginning.

Liu Yi quietly brought tea over, and said: "Madam, it's cold today, let's close this window." She lowered her head for a moment, but was startled, and hurriedly said: "Madam, why are you crying?"

"I cried?"

Mrs. Zhang raised her hand in a daze, and wiped lightly on the corner of her eyes, and sure enough, a wet patch spread out on her fingertips.She forced a smile and said: "Why did I cry, you girl, quickly bring the account book to be serious. Today's account has not been checked yet."

Liu Yi watched his words and expressions, and didn't say anything else, and hurriedly responded and turned to get the account book.

The two were proofreading, but suddenly saw a little maid running over in front of the door, and hurriedly said: "Ma'am, Prince Beijing is dead, and the third master has already gone directly to Prince Beijing's residence!"

This news surprised both of them, and they said in amazement: "The king of Beijing is already dead?"

Liu Yi hurriedly packed up all the colorful clothes, Zhang frowned and said: "I heard that King Beijing has been ill for many days, and now he is gone, I don't know how Princess Beijing is crying..." He couldn't help but start thinking about his youngest son. Now that the King of Beijing Jing had just passed away, why did he go to someone else's house?

It was still Liu Yi who knew the trick, and said: "Madam, don't worry, the third master must have gone to comfort the son. He has always been on good terms with the son. If he doesn't go, it will seem that the relationship between the two is not good."

She was right, when Jia Lang heard the message from his servants, he hurriedly led the horse and galloped all the way to the Beijing Palace without even putting on a cloak.When he arrived in front of the palace, his hair was covered with a layer of snow, which made him look more like white hair.

He walked in with big strides, the gatekeepers on both sides were used to seeing him, and no one was going to stop him right now.A little maid pointed out: "Master Jia, the son is in the small garden over there."

Jia Lang thanked him, and rushed over in a hurry, only to see the young man in very thin white clothes, looking up at the snow under the plum tree.He approached all the way, seeing that the man looked good, he was relieved, and said softly: "Why are you standing here..."

Shui Rong lowered his head to look at him, the young man running wildly was panting slightly, when he looked at him with distinct black and white eyes, he was full of worry.He stretched out his arms suddenly, hugged the boy into his arms, and said sullenly, "Ah Qi, as long as I give you a hug, it will be fine."

He knew early on that mortals are going to experience birth, old age, sickness and death.The immortals who lived in the Nine Heavens had long been accustomed to seeing the vicissitudes of life. To them, the life and death of mortals was only a moment after all.It is an inconspicuous drop of water in the vast sea, which cannot stir up even a slightly larger splash.

It's just ants, how can anyone care about the life and death of ants?

Even the King of Beijing Jing should not have lived to this day.His life should have ended a few years ago, but because he lived in the same mansion with Shui Rong every day, he had more fairy fate and blessings, so he sustained his sick body until this year.

But Shui Rong knew all this, but his chest was still throbbing with pain. This was a strange feeling for him.He always thought that only Ah Qi in this world could move him.He has no parents. He was born in the primordial chaos and lived the same life as the heaven and the earth.He didn't understand the so-called parents and children, but right now, he really felt the extraordinary sorrow.

He was so sad that he was almost on the verge of tears.

Jia Lang patted him on the back, as if coaxing a child, and said in a low voice: "If you want to cry, you can cry. You are a mortal body now, and you have all the emotions and desires. This is not something to be ashamed of." thing."

The young man lowered his head and leaned against his neck, blinked slowly, and felt a teardrop that was about to fall on his eyelashes.

"This is the second time I've cried." Shui Rong put the drop of water on her fingertips and said softly.

"The second time?" Jia Lang was startled, then looked at him, "The first time is for..."

The water-melting eyes suddenly widened, and for a moment, he remembered the shining light that filled the sky, the flying arrows, and the soul that slowly transformed into light spots and dissipated right in front of his eyes.

Subconsciously, he hugged the person in his arms tighter, as if to make sure that the person was indeed in his arms, he lowered his head and rubbed vigorously.

Jia Lang, who didn't know where he was, also tried his best to hug him back. He was not tall enough and his arms were short, but he still tried his best so that this person could rely on him.

The two hugged and cuddled in the flying snow, and after a long time, they just let go.Jia Lang went to complain to the weeping and almost unconscious Princess Beijing.

The funeral of King Jing Jing was very grand.

The floating paper money covered most of the street, and the sacrificial sheds built by four kings and eight princes were crowded on both sides of the street, the sound of gongs and drums, and the sound of crying shook the ground.

And amidst such sorrow and joy, the prince of Beijing helped his spirit back to his hometown, and buried his once gentle and loving father forever.

Jia Lang sent him out of the capital, stood in the wind and snow and watched his figure gradually fade away until he was out of sight, and then brought the third master back to the mansion.

At the end of the year, the wind moves the ground, and the night is cold and snowy.The wind and clouds are rolling, and the wind is cold.

There were only a few lines of footprints on the white ground, which spread to the distance.