The Zhen Family Brothers in the Red Chamber

The second elder brother looks more like Concubine Li, more feminine, and because of his weak bones, he feels weak. He stands in the corridor and looks at the clump of bamboo by the wall seriously, as if in a daze. The book boy behind him was holding the book and standing together, the master and the servant occupied Zhen Zhu's way back to the yard, so Zhen Zhu was able to go forward to say hello to the second elder brother because of her kindness.

It really wasn't an illusion, Zhen Zhu really found out this time, after he brought Song Zhaoyong to his knees, he didn't hear the second elder brother shout, the other party seemed to keep looking up at the bamboo, but the servant on the side seemed to want to remind his master, but he didn't I didn't dare, so I could only frown, with a pitiful look on my face.

The second elder brother looked down at the kneeling person coldly, so what if he was smart, so what if he liked his father, a bowl of ice can't make people calm down!He wished Zhen Zhu could just kneel like this for the rest of his life, and when he was full of ambition, he heard someone approaching her.

Ranhong walked up to the second elder brother and blessed her body: "Second elder brother is auspicious, the princess ordered someone to take Master Zhu to the front yard, I don't know if this is..." She looked at Zhen Zhu who was kneeling in embarrassment, and then He glanced at the second elder brother.

The second elder brother's face was troubled, still with a faint smile, he raised his head and listened to the dyed red voice. He looked over with red eyes.

"What's the matter, you're still kneeling, please hurry up, if the father knows, you should scold me for being ignorant." The second elder brother said so, but his body didn't move, Zhen Zhu didn't speak Now, there was no expression on his face, and Song Zhaoyong stood up with the support, and then patted the dust on his knees.

The second elder brother looked at Zhen Zhu mockingly, and when he left, the smile that had never changed for thousands of years returned to his face, and it seemed that there was a kind of cowardice revealed from the bottom of his heart, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him.

Zhen Zhu followed Song Zhaoyong to tidy up her clothes, while she looked at Ran Hong: "What does the princess want from me?"

Ran Hong blessed Zhen Zhu: "The princess ordered the young master to go there, it seems to be winter clothes, and I don't know if the young master's body size is suitable."

"Why bother the concubine, just wear something casual. My father also ordered someone to come and say hello, saying that it will be delivered in the future." Zhen Zhu was a little embarrassed, he looked at Ranhong as shy as a child.

Ran Hong felt that this smile was very familiar, and she didn't know why, as if she had seen it somewhere before, her heart was lifted, and she suddenly thought of her eldest brother, and instantly understood why her master was so active, it was fate.She carefully looked at Zhen Zhu's facial features, and then found the appearance of the former little master from his face. At first glance, he was vaguely familiar, but the more he looked, the more he looked like him.

"What's the matter?" Zhen Zhu walked ahead, but found that Ran Hong hadn't followed, turned her head and looked strangely, Ran Hong covered her eyes with her sleeve, then followed with a smile. "It's okay, young master go first."

"Oh." Zhen Zhu walked ahead in confusion, and followed the route she remembered to find Princess Yong's courtyard!What a memory!Give yourself a compliment!Just as he was proud, he saw a servant girl serving Princess Yong standing at the entrance of the courtyard, and when she saw Zhen Zhu, she happily stepped forward to greet her.

"But I'm looking forward to the young master's arrival. The master has been waiting inside for a long time. The servants looked at the materials, and they were all exquisite. Not to mention, many of them were jokes given by the palace. The styles are still fashionable, and I haven’t seen anyone else wear them, if the young master wears them, I don’t know how exquisite they are.” Cardinal said a series of crackling words, and Zhen Zhu was stunned when she heard what she said. , I can clearly understand every word, but I don't understand the point when I make do with it.

"Okay, I usually don't let you talk, but now I want to show off when I see strangers, go in, I just came from the academy." Ranhong smiled and interrupted Linque, both of them were in the princess before. It is absolutely impossible to say that there is no affection for serving by your side.

The red sparrow went in with Zhen Zhu at the front, moved everyone along the way, lifted the curtain, and did it by herself, especially valued Zhen Zhu. She was just slapped in the face by the son of Prince Yong's family, and it turned out that the princess was so enthusiastic about herself. Zhu seemed to have peeped into something, and it was no surprise.He entered the room with a smile on his face, and saw a bunch of people inside. The princess stood aside, and a servant stood in the middle of four or five boxes. His head was sweating from busy work, and he didn't have time to wipe it off.

"Yes, put this box for the winter, put the accessories over there, yes, and the cloak, and don't forget the white fox fur one, it's useless to keep those little furs, yes, order someone to make it for the young master of the Zhen family. Well, mama, look at the shoes, don't squeeze your feet." Princess Yong, who had always been listless in Zhenzhu's eyes, seemed to be exhausted at the moment, sitting sideways on the chair, drinking tea , regardless of his own demeanor, while holding a veil and directing the people in the room, his pale face was flushed, and he looked like a woman in her 20s, full of youthful vitality.

"Are you here? Why don't you say anything when you come in? Come quickly." Princess Yong suddenly saw Zhen Zhu, and then stretched out her hand to beckon Zhen Zhu to come forward.

"Please, Princess..." Zhen Zhu was about to kneel down when she was hugged by Princess Yong.

"Go and get that bright red one, it seems a little too big just now." Concubine Yong hugged Zhen Zhu to herself, and then ordered someone to bring the things over. He tried them on one by one. Lunch was served in the Wangfei's yard, and it was not until the afternoon that someone else mentioned that it was time to rest, and then returned to the house alive.

"Don't worry about me, I'm going to sleep till I'm old!" Zhen Zhu threw herself on the bed all at once, lying on the mattress, covering her face, she was really tired, she kept changing, changing, I don't know what Princess Yong ate wrongly to do this to this extent.

He was rolling around on the bed when he realized that his back was being patted lightly, and the voices of people who were busy putting things away disappeared. Zhen Zhu turned her head and saw a four-clawed golden dragon embroidered next to the bed. With high boots, you can see King Yong when you slowly go up.

——No, please let me go!The concubine has just finished tossing, is it possible that King Yong is going to go too! !

King Yong sat beside Zhen Zhu, glanced at the things around him, but said nothing, so he silently reached out and patted his head.

"My lord." Zhen Zhu knelt down obediently on the bed and kowtowed to King Yong.

"En." King Yong signaled Zhen Zhu to get up, then turned around and went to the desk beside him, and saw a dozen or so copybooks on it, all of which were written by Zhen Zhu yesterday.King Yong sat on one side, and Zhen Zhu stood obediently on the side, rubbing the ink carefully.

"I heard that Mr. Wu ordered you to do some homework today, but these?" King Yong picked up the rice paper, looked at it twice, and then looked at Zhen Zhu with serious eyes, and Zhen Zhu couldn't help shrinking her neck.

"I haven't written it yet." If your princess hadn't pulled me over, how could I have not finished writing it, it's just a dozen sheets of typing!

"So, when do we have to wait?" King Yong frowned thickly, becoming more ruthless, Zhen Zhu trembled in fright, and was about to say how could I write while you were sitting, when King Yong pulled her closer In my arms, because the chair is so big, there is no problem for a six-year-old child to sit with a 26-year-old man.

Zhen Zhu was small, he couldn't reach the writing brush placed in front of him, so he looked pitifully at Song Zhaoyong at the side. Song Zhaoyong was about to come up, when he saw that King Yong had already reached out to help Zhen Zhu take it, and then stuffed it in Zhen Zhu's hand. beads in hand.

Zhen Zhu held the pen, carefully rolled up the rice paper that had been written on it and put it aside, then took a clean sheet and began to write slowly, because she remembered everything, so she didn't need to read a book, writing is meant to be calm, so He just started writing.

King Yong watched Zhen Zhu writing, so he leaned back. There was news today, and after looking back and forth, he knew that his second son was really spoiled too much. A good boy actually used a woman's tricks , Speaking of the second child, he thought of his former eldest son. Although the princess's reaction was not what he expected, it was not unexpected.

Zhen Zhu is actually pretty good, otherwise, I wouldn't have defended this kid several times before, even if others saw it, they would be puzzled, it's probably like this, even the father, King Yong sees it Looking at Zhen Zhu's back, unconsciously thinking about the news from the court today, Zhan Shi of the Prince's Mansion was pushed out and beheaded, and he didn't say anything about the one next to him, although Suo Xiang seems to be rejected by the saint now Yes, but as long as the crown prince does not fall, Suo Xiang will rise one day.

If that day really comes, these brothers will probably be killed by the crown prince. After all, the way he looks at them is not right anymore. Also, today, the father and the emperor praised the seventh brother. After getting it, thinking of the Seventh Emperor's younger brother leaving the palace gate arrogantly, he thought, this throne is a must, no matter what the reason is.

After Zhen Zhu finished writing a piece of paper, she took it out and put it aside. Song Zhaoyong, who was standing by the side, quickly tiptoed to help dry it aside. The ink is good ink, and there is some fragrance when writing, not heavy. It seemed to be the scent of orchids. Zhen Zhu felt good after writing for a while. He moved his nose to the desk and smelled it, but it didn't smell like the scent he just smelled.

"If you like it, I will order someone to send you a few pieces of good ink, and I will write the copybook obediently." King Yong put his hand on Zhen Zhu's head and touched it, reminding him casually.

Zhen Zhu's whole spine shuddered when she heard that, she turned her head and smiled at King Yong, then scratched her head, and continued to turn around and write.