[Red Chamber] Baoyu is a fake second master

"Doctor Wang?" Jia Baobao called him, but found that he didn't respond.

Her leg was on the other leg, and after a long time, that leg trembled unconsciously, and the brocade soft shoe just kicked his wrist.

Wang Jiren withdrew his hand abruptly, raised his head subconsciously, and saw her gorgeous face.

She looked at him suspiciously, her eyes were clear, her eyes were smiling, and the tails of her bright red eyes were upturned charmingly.

It was as if Wang Jiren's tongue had been taken away by a cat, and he lost the ability to speak.

Jia Baobao stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Wang Jiren came back to his senses and hurriedly apologized.

Jia Baobao shrugged, "It's okay, maybe you've never seen a man with rouge on his eyelids, and you're curious, am I weird?"

No, it's beautiful.

Wang Jiren couldn't speak, so he had to lower his head even lower.

He stretched out his hand and rolled up her trouser legs again. He observed carefully and saw that her ankle was red and swollen.

He whispered: "Let me try, you bear with the pain."

Jia Baobao smiled: "You try."

He took out the veil, held her ankle through the veil, and touched the bones carefully.

Jia Baobao frowned and took a small breath.

Wang Jiren said: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with the bone, probably a sprain. I have the medicine I prepared by myself. I will send someone to bring it later."

Wang Jiren has been an imperial physician for generations, so the medicine he said he prepared is naturally an exclusive secret recipe.

Fearing that Jia Baoyu was young and ignorant, Youshi hurriedly thanked her.

Smiling, Jia Baobao pulled off a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Wang Jiren: "Thank you, I don't have anything on me, I just have this jade pendant as a gift for you."

Wang Jiren hurriedly waved his hands: "How can this be done? It's my duty to see a doctor."

Jia Baobao insisted on stuffing the jade pendant into his hand.

Wang Jiren looked down, and saw her slender, white fingers hooked on the red necklace, making those fingers look like jade shoots.

The bright red wreath was hung on the suet white jade, and the suet white jade lined with it was moist and transparent, it looked like a rare good thing, it resembled her skin very much.

He blushed, how dare he answer.

Jia Baobao stretched out his arms, wanting to give him something, but he couldn't help stretching somewhere, and could not help but "hiss".

Wang Jiren panicked, raised his head quickly, and pressed his fingers on Jia Baobao's shoulder.

"Don't move, I'm afraid you have a hidden disease in your arm."

He squatted down in front of her, rolled up her sleeves, carefully moved his gaze up the milky skin, and finally, he saw a bruise on her arm.

Wang Jiren frowned: "This is caused by an external impact."

Youshi was startled, "You mean someone beat Baoyu?"

Before Jia Baobao could speak, Youshi said angrily, "Who is so bold!"

"Baoyu! Baoyu is not good!" Suddenly someone shouted from outside the small garden.

Youshi turned his head to look, and the maid at the side said: "It's Hua Xiren who is next to Master Bao, and he has to come in because he has something important to do."

"What's the matter? Let him come in and talk."

Hua Xiren came in a hurry, his face was anxious, and his robe was still stained with muddy water. He greeted Youshi first, and said in a panic: "Grandma Zhen, my master is furious now, saying that he wants to find Baoyu and beat him to death." Oh! Grandma Qiuzhen, save Baoyu!"

Hua Xiren wiped away tears with a mournful voice.

"What!" Youshi turned pale with shock.

She clasped her hands in front of her body, and said with a sad face: "I'm like... Which master of Ningguo Mansion or Rongguo Mansion has put me in the eye? Who can I save?"

Jia Baobao didn't understand why they were so anxious?

It's not a day or two for the master to claim that he wants to beat her to death. When is it not thunder and rain, what are they worried about?

Youshi turned his head and saw her ignorant and smiling face, and couldn't help but feel pain in his heart, "This...why don't you let her stay in my house for a while?"

Jia Baobao looked innocent: "No need? You can beat me up if you want."

Anyway, I still have bricks, so if it doesn't work, I'll call the master a brick.

Hua Xiren was worried: "Second Master Bao, the master is really angry this time, and this matter involves Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan, so it may not be kind."

Jia Baobao smiled, "I'm not afraid."

Both Hua Xiren and Youshi sighed heavily in their hearts. In their opinion, Jia Baobao said these words in a relaxed tone, which made people feel distressed because he was so ignorant of the world.

Wang Jiren listened to it, and found it even more inconceivable that such an outstanding second master Bao was not favored in the mansion, but was bullied by his concubine and aunt. It can be seen that Mr. Jia is also stupid.

He looked up secretly, but her gaze was caught by her.

Jia Baobao smiled at him and softly comforted him: "Don't be frightened by our family affairs, don't worry, I'm fine."

She put the jade pendant in his palm.

Wang Jiren frowned, and the place where her palm touched was as hot as red.

what to do?I feel even more distressed.

She is like this, and she still has the heart to comfort me!

Wang Jiren has been taught by his father since he was a child that he must be cautious in his words and deeds when walking in these palaces, marquis' mansions and duke's mansions.

At this point, he couldn't take it anymore.

Wang Jiren got up, "Actually, Second Lord Bao is so seriously injured now that he shouldn't move randomly. Even if he moves, he should be carried by someone."

Hua Xiren suddenly said: "Injury? What injury?"

Jia Baobao: "It's nothing, I guess I accidentally bumped it when I squeezed the door with Jia Huan."

Hua Xiren grasped the key point: "It turned out that Third Master Huan was injured."

Youshi coughed lightly and ordered the servant: "Come here, take out the spring stool from my room, and carry Baoyu back. You said that Baoyu was injured before, and she sprained her ankle again in order to save Master Zhen who fell into the lake. Now I am so injured that I can't move, if I want to fight, I can only fight like this."

She turned to look at Hua Xiren: "Madam Wang, do they all know about this?"

Hua Xiren nodded: "I have sent someone to notify."

Wang Jiren brushed off the hem of his clothes, and said in a low voice, "To confirm that Second Master Bao was indeed injured, let me go too."

Youshi: "I'm sorry for the trouble of the imperial physician."

Jia Baobao stared dumbfounded at the crowd making plans around him, but he didn't do anything yet.

System: "Stupid people are lucky to be stupid."

Just like that, she sat on the spring stool and was carried into Rongguo Mansion by a group of servants.

As soon as Jia Baobao was carried into the yard, she saw that the faces of the servants and maids who were watching her had been mosaiced. Before she had time to look carefully at the few remaining faces that could be seen clearly, a black figure came rushing towards her. come over.

Jia Baobao looked up and saw a dark face.

Jia Baobao: "Hey, who is that?"

System: "...that's your father."

Jia Baobao blinked, then looked at Jia Zheng's cloudy face, and said to himself, "You really don't look like me."

System: "If you dare to say this, he will really dare to break your legs!"

"You rebellious son, I'm going to beat you to death today, lest you harm your family and the whole house again." Jia Zheng pointed at Jia Baoyu and cursed.

Bao Baobao tilted his head back with a smile, afraid that he would spray his face with saliva.

Seeing that he didn't admit his mistake at all, Jia Zheng became even more angry.

He raised the board in his hand high, ready to use family law against her.

Even though his anger was high, Jia Baobao didn't show a trace of fear. After all, his whole body was mosaiced like Jia Zhen, so what's there to be afraid of?

System: "Please pay attention to the situation in front of you, okay? It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry."

Jia Baobao: "Congratulations, you finally became my sister."

System: "...you deserve a beating!"

Although Jia Baobao was naughty, he was not stupid. He stared at the board in Jia Zheng's hand without blinking, and his body was secretly gathering energy.

If Jia Zheng really dared to give up, she would run out and hide for two days. After all, she couldn't let herself suffer, right?

Just when the board was about to fall, Mrs. Wang stepped forward and opened her arms to protect Jia Baobao.

Mrs. Wang was full of tears and choked with sobs: "Master, Zhu'er has gone, and Yuan Chun doesn't know where she went. Baoyu is our only child. I have served the master for half my life. The master really wants to kill Baoyu and let me go down." Do you have nothing to rely on for half your life?"

Although Jia Zheng didn't like Mrs. Wang, he still respected her. Seeing Mrs. Wang's dignified and sad face, his heart couldn't help softening.

At this moment, Aunt Zhao, who was watching the fun, sobbed loudly, hugged Jia Huan and cried, "Huan'er, I'm sorry for your mother, and let you suffer these bullying for nothing!"

Jia Zheng's originally loosened hand gripped the board tightly again.

Jia Baobao looked in the direction of the voice, and met a pair of gloomy eyes.

Jia Baobao finally saw clearly the appearance of Jia Huan, who had been against him all the time. He had a good life, but his temperament was too gloomy and unlovable.

There was a bright red scar on Jia Huan's forehead, probably from being hit by a brick. The beating was a bit hard, and it is still bleeding out.

The strange thing is that his mosaic was hit on his chest.

What's the point of this?

Seeing that Jia Zheng was determined to use the board, Mrs. Wang gritted her teeth.

"Master, if you want to kill Baoyu, you should kill me first."

Jia Baobao turned to look at Mrs. Wang, her expression was complicated and confused.

Jia Zheng blew his beard and stared, and angrily said: "Get out of the way, such an unfilial son, you can just kill him, if you don't beat him to death and keep him, your whole family will be hurt in the future."

Jia Baobao subconsciously said, "Are you still using me?"

If Jia's family were all good, she wouldn't have received this kind of "prodigal son" task.

Jia Zheng: "What are you talking about! You rebellious son!"

Mrs. Wang turned her head and glared at Jia Baobao.

The maids and servants around were all worried about her, but Aunt Zhao had a gloating smile on her lips.

The system glanced at Aunt Zhao and whispered, "The culprit has been found."

Aunt Zhao stood behind Jia Zheng and muttered in a low voice: "Oh, what the master said is right, this child still needs to be beaten to learn a lesson. Look at how Baoyu bullied my Huan'er. Co-authoring is to see Our wives are easy to bully, but don’t we want to bully us? Master, our mother and son are really pitiful!"

Jia Zheng was furious, Mrs. Wang was worried, Aunt Zhao kept pushing, and the servant girl was worried about her, but Jia Baobao seemed to be fine.

With a smile in her eyes, her expression was unhurried, she faced Jia Huan and asked, "Brother Huan'er, tell me yourself, did I bully you?"

Aunt Zhao embraced Jia Huan, jumped and cursed Jia Baobao: "Bah! You're still threatening to bully Jia Huan!"

Baby Jia smiled.

It's really interesting, which time they didn't take the initiative to provoke, but she passively counterattacked?

Aunt Zhao opened her mouth, about to say something.

Suddenly, a clear male voice sounded from outside the crowd.

"Master, let's take a look at the situation of Baoyu's younger brother first. Why was she brought in?"

Everyone made way for this person.

He stepped on the shadows of the crowd and came against the light.

Jia Baobao squinted his eyes and saw that he had a clear and clear air, his expression was distant, and his face was extremely bright, like a red apricot in the sun, a rose with thorns, and even more like a hibiscus in the autumn river.

Yan is him, Qing is him, and alienation is also him.