The Zhen Family Brothers in the Red Chamber

Seeing that Zhen Zhu woke up, King Yong carefully let go of her hand: "But does it hurt?"

Even if it really hurts at this time, why don't you just say it doesn't hurt? What's more, Zhen Zhu just woke up, her head was so dazed that she didn't have that kind of perception at all, she just shook her head dully, his wounds were all on his chest , just relying on a suffocation to survive, and now lying on the bed to recuperate, it is a blessing.

It was late autumn, and King Yong was wearing his familiar gray poplin ermine jacket, moon white trousers, and a pair of black millwork-soled court boots. He was not too handsome.He raised his eyebrows slightly, without the slightest emotion on his face, he just possessed himself and pinched the candied haws beside him in his hand.

"Are you still eating?" King Yong turned to look at Zhen Zhu.

Zhen Zhu became more sober, but she still didn't understand what she was looking at. Could it be that King Yong bought it for herself, so stingy, there is only one!

He shook his head, and saw King Yong calmly put the thing in his hand into his mouth.

--don't want!Wait a moment!God!Ruined!Zhen Zhu suddenly remembered that this was actually a memory pill. Whether the other party heard the system prompt to improve their brain power because of this, or died because of eating the wrong food, Zhen Zhu couldn't afford to take it, "It's over, I'm going to be burned to death this time." His sorrow flows upstream like a river.

Zhen Zhu felt that she had no love in her life, and her eyes were full of ashes. Just when he was considering whether to say it himself or wait for the other party to ask, he saw King Yong chewed it twice, swallowed it, squeezed the handkerchief and pressed it. The corner of his mouth: "It tastes good, who bought it for you?"

"I, I, I don't know. When I was taking the medicine, the servants brought two, two." Zhen Zhu swallowed her saliva, and looked at King Yong, all right?fine!

"Well, take good care of your illness, I'm going back first." King Yong got up and patted his robe, and several servants waiting outside hurriedly knelt to see him off.

Zhen Zhu was about to ask something, but it would be more stupid not to ask himself, so he could only helplessly look at the bed curtain above his head, thinking about life.When I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the system prompt [NPC Yong Wang took memory pills, memory value +10, users are welcome to continue to use]... The promised life, can you still play happily!He felt that if he could, he would really like to mess up the hair on his head to show his depression!

"No, maybe this thing is not for me, but actually for King Yong. It seems like it's useless in my hands." Zhen Zhu became deeply suspicious, and then squeezed her earlobe again , looking at the dense data above, until I fell asleep.

Zhen Zhu cultivated in the courtyard for a month, and finally, with the permission of the imperial physician, she was able to get out of bed and take two steps, the moldy little golden pill hidden in his pillow finally fell into his own stomach, that is, on that day , after the imperial doctor came early in the morning to touch the bones, and found out in doubt that his little patient was already alive and kicking, there was nothing wrong with it. He lamented his superb medical skills and told Zhen Zhu not to be too active.

"I definitely won't run around." Zhen Zhu's small face has been fattened up twice, and she has grown a lot after lying down for a month. Yes, so I received the small loving wooden box from Zhen's family. When the waiter opened it, there was a golden pile inside, and it was only a small step away from the violation.

King Yong narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Zhen Zhu's ingratiating smile, didn't say anything, but ordered someone to wait for Zhen Zhu to put on a new dress.

"Are we going out?" Zhen Zhu raised her head, showing off her face to King Yong. Ever since they got along for a long time and knew that King Yong had indulged him so much, Zhen Zhu, who was crawling along the pole, said hey hey hey Embracing King Yong's thigh.

King Yong nodded his head, looked at Zhen Zhu and said, "I've fallen to the ground, don't talk more."

He himself has a cold temper, so naturally he doesn't like to make noise. Although during the time with Zhen Zhu, I didn't see him making noise and crying like a child next to him, but the most important thing is to give orders first, and he must not lose his own. face.

After the two packed up, Zhen Zhu felt that she hadn't seen King Jing for a long time. King Yong stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms, and then wrapped him in a bright red cloak from the outside.

Zhen Zhu hugged King Yong's neck, tilted her head and asked in a low voice, "Will the Fifth Prince not go?"

King Yong shook his head, supported Zhen Zhu and walked out steadily. When he arrived at the door, he saw a carriage. After everyone got into the carriage, Zhen Zhu consciously climbed into the carriage. Filled with cotton wool, there is a small tea table in the middle, and the four corners of the tea table are connected with the carriage.Surprisingly, there is a beautifully carved hidden compartment on the side, the front and rear side walls are carefully carved, and the pillows placed inside are also covered with Suzhou embroidery.Since the Zhen family was originally in charge of manufacturing, and Zhen Zhu had done this in her previous life, she could easily tell if it was a genuine imitation or what grade of material it was.

When King Yong got into the carriage, he saw Zhen Zhu fumbling here and there, so he reached out and patted him on the head. Seeing the child turn his head to look at him, he ordered, "Sit down."

Zhen Zhu quickly turned around and sat down on the innermost side, leaving a large space for King Yong to sit. After King Yong sat down, he rested his head on the tea table with one hand, as if he was thinking about something. Steadily set off on the road, without listening to how to yell.

"Shugang is meandering, more than forty miles to the northeast, and reaches the Guanhe River at Wantou." This is the description of Chanzhi Temple in Jiajing Zhili. Zhuxifang Path is in Shugang, on which is Zhichan In the temple, there is a main hall in the middle of the gate, with wings on the left and right.

King Yong was not stingy, and pointed to the scenery outside and talked to Zhen Zhu: "There are eight scenic spots in the temple, Yueming Bridge is the first, Zhuxi Pavilion is the second, and Kunqiu Terrace is the third. These are all outside the temple. Yes, you should have seen me along the way just now." While talking, the carriage shook slightly, and it had already arrived in the temple.

After entering the door, an abbot in cassock stepped forward to greet him: "Your guest is here, and you are well."

King Yong led Zhen Zhu forward and saluted the abbot with palms together. "I'm bothering Master today." Even facing the monk, King Yong was still expressionless, and seemed to be a little more relaxed than usual.

The abbot was a benevolent old monk, he shook his head with a smile and said, "It's all right." Then he invited two people in.

The abbot's temple is behind the main hall, with a single room in the middle, and the monk's building behind it. King Yong followed the abbot to the place, and the abbot ordered the young monk to light incense and start preaching.

Zhen Zhu originally wanted to hear it, but she didn't know why she was guilty of being cruel to the Bodhisattva in the house. Probably because King Yong felt that Zhen Zhu was still young and didn't need to listen to it, so he asked Zhen Zhu to go out to play after an hour , Just wait for dinner at night.

There were two guards standing outside, and they didn't look sideways when they saw Zhen Zhu coming out, but a young monk in cassock stepped forward: "Little benefactor, master told me to come and take you around to play."

"Oh." Zhen Zhu looked at the little monk with her eyes open, and nodded obediently.

The little monk obviously had never done this kind of thing before, his face was flushed with embarrassment, but he still took Zhen Zhu to visit the temple seriously.On the left side of the temple, there is a peony garden. There is a small door in front of the garden. The young monk stretched out his hand and pushed it open, because it is autumn, there must be no flowers.

There are five couplets inside the door, the corridor is in the middle, Huaiyu is planted on both sides, the hall is on the top, and the corridor is connected to the left.

"The roots are being divided now. If the benefactor likes it, you can bring some. The peony in the temple is also famous." The young monk saluted the busy monks inside, and then pointed to the divided peony to Zhen Zhu. recommend.

Peony is also known as licao. Since she didn't know what color the peony in the temple was, Zhen Zhu didn't know which one to choose, but she just listened to the little monk and picked two and put them in a flower pot and filled them with soil.

Holding the flower pot, the little monk led Zhen Zhu to look at the wall in the corridor. On it was Wu Daozi's portrait of Bao Zhigong, Li Taibai's praise, and Yan Lugong's book, and walked around the corridor to the other side of the garden. It is the Shu Well in the temple, which is now the first spring, and the spring water is sweet and suitable for making tea.

The little monk was very obedient, and took Zhen Zhu to the pavilion next to him. There happened to be a monk making tea in the pavilion. When the little monk saw someone, he sweet-mouthed and called Senior Brother Wu, and then introduced Zhen Zhu: "This is Recently, the guests who came to the temple wondered if they could ask for a cup of tea."

The little monk is not very old, he seems to be eleven or twelve years old, but his attitude towards Zhen Zhu is very good, he doesn't treat him like a child at all, so does Senior Brother Wu, when he saw Zhen Zhu, he nodded and just told Zhen Zhu Zhu took the spoon and washed his hands first.

Zhen Zhu put the flower pot in her hand to the edge of the pavilion, the little monk was already waiting on the steps with a spoon, Zhen Zhu moved her hand, the little monk hurriedly said: "Stand on your head, be careful of the water splashing on your boots. "

Zhen Zhu lowered her head and pulled up her clothes to look at her shoes, then glanced blankly at the little monk, and then stood on the steps after thinking for a while, some cold water rushing towards his hands, waiting to be washed. It was almost done, the little monk took Zhen Zhu's hand and wiped his clothes: "My clothes are new, and they are not dirty at all."

Then he sat across the table with Zhen Zhu in his arms. Brother Wu had already poured a cup of tea, and put his hands in front of Zhen Zhu. , even though she has no hair, her complexion is like jade, her lips are reddish, and her nose bridge is straight, but her eyes are a bit pale, and she doesn't look like a Central Plains person.

"You are still young, don't drink too much tea, just taste it." Brother Wu said to Zhen Zhu with a smile, and then motioned Zhen Zhu to have a taste.

Zhen Zhu's mouth does not know how much she has drunk, but the one from Chanzhi Temple is more bitter, and bitterness means sweetness at the end. Sure enough, a cup of tea flows down her throat, and sweetness appears on the bottom of her tongue after a while. , but refreshed for a while.

After drinking the tea, the little monk walked back with Zhen Zhu as if he had completed the task. Maybe it was because he walked too much, and Zhen Zhu's feet were a little sore, but he didn't say anything, just kicked his toes subconsciously , the little monk saw it sharp-eyed, and stretched out his hand to help Zhen Zhu hug the flowerpot, and waited for the two to return to the abbot's door, and the abbot sent King Yong out.

Seeing the young monk, the abbot said: "Starting tomorrow, the poor monk must meditate and close the door for a month without any outsiders."

The little monk clasped his hands together, and King Yong saw the peony in Zhen Zhu's hand, and made fun of him, "You didn't come here in vain."

Zhen Zhu chuckled and didn't answer, and then King Yong took Zhen Zhu down the mountain again.