The True Winner of the Red Chamber

When the lights came on, Zhen Yingjia woke up.

To be exact, he was woken up by a servant dressed as a woman.

It's just that before he could put his mind on the maid who disturbed his dream, he was attracted by the fragrance wafting from outside.

"Master, the old lady ordered the small kitchen to cook some japonica rice porridge, so you can order some, so that the old lady won't worry." The woman persuaded sincerely.

She frowned, looking really worried about Zhen Yingjia.

Although I have inherited all the memories from the original book, but after all, it is not something I have experienced, so Zhen Yingjia reacted a little, and then remembered that this person is called Yaru, who served Zhen Yingjia since she was a child. Mother Zhen thought that she was honest and stable, so she called her back to serve her again.

Zhen Yingjia frowned, moved to the small table and sat down, and then her attention was attracted by the bowl of porridge on the table.

Although it is white porridge, judging from the aroma and appearance, there may be some good ingredients in it.

He thought of the so-called natural, pollution-free and additive-free health-preserving food in later generations, and couldn't help but praise in his heart: time travel is not without benefits.

Swallowing a mouthful of porridge, the temperature is just right, and the rice grains almost melt in the mouth.Zhen Yingjia narrowed his eyes, remembering that in the last six months, he could hardly eat anything but porridge, and sometimes even cursed and swore that in his next life, porridge would never be on his recipe.

But this bowl of porridge, Zhen Yingjia finished it very satisfied.

Although using "moving" to describe the taste is a bit second-guess, but if there is another bowl, he can finish it.

It's a pity that the original owner had been hungry for a long time, even without Yaru explaining, he knew he couldn't eat too much.

After eating, the little maid brought warm water to rinse her mouth again. Zhen Yingjia remembered the three daughters and one son left by the original owner, thought about the way the original owner got along with them, and pretended not to care and asked, "Baoyu and Zhilan and Is Zhiqi back?"

It is indeed a pretense.

Zhen Yingjia likes children very much, but unfortunately he has no children of his own.

Speaking of which, this was the only act he had violated his parents' wishes in his previous life, and the only act that did not conform to "other people's children".

Zhen Yingjia likes men, two men can't have children together, let alone he doesn't even have a man.

While putting the clean bowls in the food box, Yaru said, "I'm back. I just went to the small kitchen to serve porridge, and saw the young master and people from the girl's yard coming to fetch hot water for washing."

"Well, it's been a hard day for them too." Zhen Yingjia sighed after finishing speaking.

Speaking of funerals at this time, it is really possible to toss the living together to die. Mrs. Li stayed at home for [-] days. Except for the eldest daughter who was far away in the capital, the remaining three children almost every day Kneel before the spirit every moment, burn paper, or offer incense.

The candle cannot be extinguished, nor can the incense be broken.

Although there were servants watching, the three children had to do it.The candle can burn for a day, but the incense lasts for a quarter of an hour at most.

Not to mention that Zhen's family is also a well-known family in this city, and every guest who comes to express condolences, the three children have to salute to them.

Zhen Yingjia felt distressed just thinking about it.

Also, during the funeral, the only son of the original owner had to lift the big brazier over his head and slam it on the ground, the louder the sound, the better it was broken.

Zhen Baoyu is only five years old.

"Master, do you want to see them?" Yaru secretly looked at Zhen Yingjia's expression, remembering the old lady's request when she asked her to come back, and asked.

Zhen Yingjia shook her head, "Let them rest well, see you tomorrow."

Yaru gave a hum, went out with the food box, handed the things to the maid waiting in the corridor, and whispered to the person sent by Zhen's mother: "The master seems to be in good spirits, the porridge is all finished, and you still ask the young master about it?" With the girls."

"That's good." The visitor looked surprised, "I'll go back to the old lady."

Zhen Yingjia squinted her eyes, looking like she was digesting food, but she could hear the conversation between the two of them in the corridor clearly.

He doesn't really like being watched by people around him, but he is weak now, so we can talk about it when he recovers.

The top priority right now is to make up for the shortfall of the previous days, and then find a good way out for himself and the Zhen family.

The Zhen family was deeply favored by the emperor, the Holy Majesty came to Jiangnan for four tours, and lived in the Zhen family three times, and after the death of Zhen's father, the Holy Majesty never came again.

Relying on this, it's not difficult to get ahead, as long as you don't get involved in the succession of the throne—no, Zhen Yingjia stopped this idea, as long as you don't get involved with the wrong candidate, and go farther and farther on the road to death.

What's more, there is also the information revealed in the original book. Although the original owner was ransacked, he was later appointed a new official position. Even the original owner's son, Zhen Baoyu, was very motivated later on, supporting the entire Zhen family.

This is much more promising than Jia Baoyu.

But think about what is the key to Zhen Baoyu's awakening?

Almost exactly the same as Jia Baoyu.

The same is dreaming of a pink skull, and the same is that the building is about to collapse.

But one began to take responsibility from then on, while the other evaded more and more.

Zhen Yingjia frowned, Pink Skull, is it really good for a boy who is only eleven or twelve years old to have such a dream?Even in a feudal society, this is not the way to keep in good health.

Thinking about it this way, Zhen Yingjia wanted to see her son even more.

Just thinking about this, Zhen Yingjia saw Yaru who had just sent Mother Zhen's subordinates back, she looked happy and said softly: "Master, the young master and the girls are here to greet you."

Zhen Yingjia's eyes lit up, and after the door curtain was lifted, three children filed in from behind.

This time, without thinking too much, the name matched the face, maybe it was the reason why the original owner cared about these children, or maybe it was because he had been traveling for a long time, and his body and soul were more and more compatible.

Before a few people bowed and saluted, Zhen Yingjia stretched out his arms and stopped them.

The three lined up in front of Zhen Yingjia, the second daughter Zhilan was on the far left, the third daughter Zhiqi was in the middle, and Zhen Baoyu, who had the same nickname as Jia Baoyu, was on the far right.

I didn't see anyone before, but when Zhen Yingjia thought of the name in her heart, she was still a little confused, Baoyu.

No one wanted their child to have the same name as someone else's, not to mention Zhen Baoyu was born a year later than Jia Baoyu, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed a bit imitative.

But after seeing a real person, Zhen Yingjia felt that the name was not a big deal.

Besides, his son, how can he give way to others, and if he wants to change his name, it will be changed by others!

Zhen Yingjia had a widower's smile on his face, and said softly: "Stop standing, come here and sit down."

The bleak smile and this thoughtfulness, not to mention the three children, even Yaru, who was standing by and waited on him, was moved.

The original owner had never been so careful.

In the past, when the children came to pay their respects, even if they sat, they would always sit on the chairs in the side hall. The chairs were made according to the size of adults, and the children could not touch the ground when they sat up.But because of etiquette, I still have to sit upright, not to mention how sad it is.

Seeing that the children were still a little hesitant, Zhen Yingjia stood up, went over and took the children to the inner room to sit down, and put the snacks on the small table in front of them, "Sit down and go back, have a good rest at night .”

Although it sounds a bit like chasing people, but in line with the tone of the scene, the youngest Baoyu's eyes turned red, and he called softly, "Father." Then he lowered his head and couldn't say anything.

Zhen Yingjia sat down beside him, stretched out her hand to hold Baoyu in her arms, Baoyu struggled a little, and then leaned her head on Zhen Yingjia.

"It's okay." Zhen Yingjia looked sideways at the two daughters sitting on the other side, and reached out to pat their shoulders one by one, "You still have your father."

With a "wow", Zhen Baoyu burst into tears, holding his father's waist tightly with both hands. Although he was only five years old, with a small body and short hands, he could already wrap around Zhen Yingjia's waist.

My father has lost so much weight, which shows how hard my father has been working these days.

The dull nerves that had been tortured by day-to-day vigils and exhaustion became more sensitive now. Baoyu only felt more and more sad in his heart, and his father's arms were particularly warm, even the hands on his shoulders were very warm. is reliable.

Zhen Yingjia couldn't help but increased her hand strength, and then saw the two daughters sitting beside him, but the two daughters were older, but they didn't cry, they just wiped their tears with handkerchiefs.

Zhen Yingjia laughed, picked Baoyu up and sat on her lap, and said, "Look at your two sisters, they are going to laugh at you."

Zhen Baoyu was a little shy about the behavior of a child like herself, so she buried her head in her father's arms and refused to lift it up, and said in a muffled voice, "I can't see, they didn't laugh at me." Zhen Yingjia rubbed in her arms.

Zhen Yingjia patted him on the back a little harder, then turned her head and said to the daughters sitting beside her, "Father these days...he didn't take care of you."

These words sounded a little apologetic, but hearing it in the ears of her second daughter, Zhilan, she couldn't help but panic. After her mother died, her father was... really different from before.

"Father..." Zhilan wanted to say something, but she didn't have a good rest for more than ten days in a row, and her mind was not moving much, so she only moved her mouth and didn't say much.

Buried in Zhen Yingjia's arms, Zhen Baoyu twitched a few more times and stopped crying, but being held by his father was very warm, comfortable and reassuring. After just a short while, he became sleepy and took a nap. Big yawn.

"Father," he raised his head from Zhen Yingjia's arms, "can I sleep with you at night?"