The Concubine of the Red Chamber is a little flower essence

Jia Daishan is busy every day.

But Mother Jia did not relax for a moment, and let Nanny Lai stare at Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang suffers from a ruler almost every day.

At the beginning, Xiao Huajing felt that her mother should have a longer memory, so she didn't interfere.

On the [-]th night of the twelfth lunar month, Mrs. Wang couldn't sleep all night because of the unbearable pain in her palms.

Even after burning benzoin, I couldn't fall asleep.

Zhou Rui's family and Wu Xing's family, who are powerful around Wang's, were grounded.

Zheng Hua's family was beaten and went back to the back street.

The Xiufeng and Xiuluan families were expelled.

The gold hairpin and the silver hairpin are just second-class girls.

Receive vegetables from Rong Mansion at the second gate every day, and they are not allowed to walk around casually at all.

Jia Zheng evened the red medicine, but he couldn't stand the old wounds adding new ones every day.

The wood-type spiritual power absorbed by the little flower spirit has a healing effect, but it dare not act lightly.

On the 21st of the twelfth lunar month, Mrs. Wang couldn't finish writing an article because of her hand pain.

On this day, he suffered ten boards.

At Zhou Rui's house, the gold and silver hairpins had no choice but to wipe their tears around Wang's family, but Jia Zheng scolded him, thinking it was bad luck.

Xiao Huajing despises her father's mannerisms, but keeps her words low.It is also possible to try secretly.

In the evening of this day, Xiaohuajing directed Jinzan girl to carry her to Lianhu Lake.

In order to play tricks on the golden hairpin, Xiao Huajing pulled the golden hairpin and bowed to Lianhu three times: "Grandpa Mengshen, the believer has followed your instructions to gather medicine, please give me a handful of red wound elixir."

Then, command Jinzan to dig a bowl of lake mud and come back.

When Mrs. Wang heard that Xiao Huajing had gone to Lianhu, her face turned pale.

Hugging the little flower essence, she whimpered and cried: "You little monkey, you scared my mother to death. What are you doing by the lake in the cold winter? If something happens to you, will your mother survive?"

Knowing that falling into the lake in the cold winter months will not survive, why bother to plot against others?

But you can't say this, the son doesn't think the mother is ugly!

"Mother, my son had a dream last night. He dreamed that an old man with a purple beard said that my mother's illness came from the lake. If you want to get better, you have to go to the lake to help.

If he didn't understand, he asked him how to do it.

He smiled and grabbed a handful of lake mud.

I just want to give it a try. "

On the sidelines, Jinzan told about Xiaohuajing's kowtow.

After hearing this, Wang cried: "My son, it's all my mother's fault, and my son is troubled."

Xiao Huajing said: "Mother, the grandfather in the dream said that this lake mud is useful, why don't you give it a try?"

Mrs. Wang cried and nodded: "It's hard to show filial piety to my son, mother will naturally give it a try."

Xiaohuajing touched the lake mud to Mrs. Wang, just like how Mrs. Wang made a whitening mask in the past ten days.

Wang's hands were covered with mud, and she really felt that the pain was relieved.

This lotus lake contains aura, and there is also aura in the lake mud.

At the same time, when the little flower essence was touching the mud, it quietly output wood-type spiritual power.

The small flower essence only cured eight points.

Healing overnight is sure to arouse suspicion.

There was a hot kang burning in the room, and Mrs. Wang fell asleep peacefully that night.

After Xiao Huajing waited for everyone to fall asleep, she picked out eight pieces of Wang's manuscript paper from the wastebasket that were relatively complete but contaminated by ink stains.

She performed a cleansing technique with the remaining spiritual energy.

Although it was not completely cleaned, it was barely readable.

These eight can almost make up a complete female ring.

A small spell directly consumed the aura accumulated by the little flower essence this year.

Xiaohuajing rested for a while, and her soul went out of her body to Lianhu Lake to absorb the wood-type aura.

Xiao Huajing was overjoyed with this practice.

It turned out that she used up all her spiritual power at one time, and the spiritual power she regained after practicing again was even a little bit more than the previous spiritual power.

Could it be that she has been accumulating spiritual power before, but not using spiritual power in her cultivation method is wrong?

Xiaohuajing finished her cultivation and returned happily.

But I saw that Wang's master and servant were also full of joy.

But after one night, Wang's hand actually subsided.Although it didn't return to its original state, it was able to hold a pen and write.

Not only that, but Wang also took out some female rings that had been written before from the white paper.

Wang's master and servant were pleasantly surprised.

Jinzan cried: "Grandma, you can save yourself a few boards today..."

Wang's complexion froze: Yes, today is better, so what?

If you can't write ten articles, you will still be beaten.

There is not much difference between eight boards and ten boards.

Zhou Rui spat at home: "Damn girl, don't talk if you can't talk."

Jinzan knelt down in fright.

Xiao Huajing hurriedly stepped forward and took Wang's hand to look through it: "Oh, mother, have you seen that the lake mud is effective, and I will apply it again at night, and it will probably be cured tomorrow.

If your fingers are flexible, you can write more articles.

Seeing you working so hard, grandpa and grandma will definitely not be so harsh, maybe! "

Wang's heart felt as if she had eaten honey when she heard the words: "For my son's filial piety, it doesn't hurt my mother to be beaten."

On this day, Mrs. Wang actually completely copied the female ring twice.

Nanny Lai was very surprised. She couldn't read, so she showed it to Jia Zheng.

If it weren't for Wang's handwriting like chicken feet, Jia Zheng would have suspected that someone else had ghostwritten it.

Jia Zheng finally gave the answer: "It is indeed two complete female rings."

On this day, although Mrs. Wang was hit by the Bajie ruler, she suppressed Jia's mother.

She couldn't believe it: "Ms. Wang really wrote it twice?

A few days ago, she couldn't finish writing all over again. You see how pitiful she is, so she counted two or three random ones? "

Nanny Lai nodded: "The maid is also very strange, could it be that the second grandma wrote it without sleep?"

Jia Mu: "Is there really no one to write for you?"

Madam Lai handed over the manuscript.

Jia Mu looked at the manuscript and said, "This person is still not that far.

The Wang family is not very smart, nor is it that stupid. It is the Wang family who delayed their daughter. "

Jia Min didn't know what big mistake Wang made.

I thought that Mrs. Wang had really violated her tongue and disrespected her husband.

Jia Min felt that it was pitiful for Mrs. Wang to be beaten every day.

She read Wang's handwriting and said: "Not to mention, the second sister-in-law has made great progress.

Mammy will be more sloppy tomorrow if she can, and play less.

It's enough if she recognizes the mistake, don't make people think we are harsh. "

Jia's mother doesn't like the Zhang family, and her grandson is indeed the root of Jia's family.

The Rong Mansion didn't divorce his wife but just made her confine her to the Buddhist hall for three years, which was enough for forgiveness.

Mrs. Wang acted recklessly and did not teach her a lesson, for fear that she would not have a long memory in the future.

No matter Jia Daishan or Jia Mu, everyone knows that it is impossible for Wang to write ten articles a day.

To put it bluntly, Jia Daishan just wanted to beat Wang.

Play every month, every month, or for three full years.

Or, Mrs. Wang was able to write ten women's precepts a day.

Of course, everyone knows that this is impossible.

Therefore, Jia Daishan was determined to confine Wang for three years and beat hands for three years.

Wang's skin is rough and his flesh is thick, and he can't die with ten boards a day.

Jia's mother then shook her head: "There must be no shortage of boards, your father has to check them.

Don't worry about it, and don't go to your father to intercede.Your father is in a bad mood, don't mess with him these days. "