Youwei, the heir of the Red Chamber

Jia Zhu, the eldest son of the second wife of the Rongguo Mansion, finally disappeared, leaving only Jia Lan, the youngest son of his widowed wife, Monk Li, who was still in his infancy.

Even though Jia Min didn't like Mrs. Wang, after hearing that his clever nephew passed away so early, his eyes turned red from crying.Lin Ruhai was also depressed, comforted his wife, and ordered his servants to prepare for Jia Lian's return to Beijing.

Early the next morning, Jia Lian put on a plain gown with embroidered bamboo and brocade, packed up her personal belongings, and said goodbye to Lin Ruhai and Jia Min.

Jia Min couldn't bear it, so he and Lin Ruhai sent him to the boat, and just now got on the carriage for the return journey while wiping away tears.

Jia Lian stood on the bow of the boat, looking at Yangzhou City which was getting farther and farther away, thinking about what Lin Ruhai said to him before leaving, and became clearer about the future.

"I'm going, I'm afraid it will not be easy to meet in the future, Lian'er, don't be lazy, you must study hard in the future and get a good reputation. I have a copy of the book here. After you return to Beijing, go to see your grandfather. He I will definitely guide you in studying well. Lian'er, what happens in the future depends on you."

Taking out the wax-sealed letter in his sleeve, Jia Lian never imagined that there was a grandfather who was a great scholar in this body.The irony is that the original owner had never been to his grandfather's house, and Jia Lian was taught by Jia's mansion to be a playboy, and he never went to Xu's mansion after listening to Jia's mother's words, so he became unfamiliar. This relative was abandoned.He also thought that Jia's mansion had just lost his eldest grandson, and he didn't know what kind of mess it was.

Jia's mansion was indeed in chaos.

Jia Zhu, as the eldest son of the second family, was intelligent since childhood and carried the family's hope, but now he died of illness and cold, which is not a pity.

Sitting in Jia Zhu's room, Jia Zheng thought about how sensitive and eager he was to learn when he was alive, and how he had high hopes, but now they have disappeared.

"Madam, please slow down..." The panicked voices of maids and women came from outside the door.After a while, I saw Mrs. Wang, all in white, without Zhu Chai, staggering into Jia Zhu's room.Followed by a few maidservants, all of whom are in plain color.

Looking at the empty bed, Mrs. Wang couldn't help feeling sad, and threw herself down beside the bed, "My son..." The voice was shrill, pitying the hearts of parents all over the world.

The maids behind her rushed to comfort her, but it made Mrs. Wang cry even more mournfully.

Jia Zheng stood up, walked over to comfort him, and said, "Pearl has already left, so you can let him go at ease."

Mrs. Wang wiped away her tears fiercely, turned her head and cried, "My poor Zhu'er, I don't know who was the one who beat me to it, that guy will definitely end well!"

"Shut up!" Jia Zheng shouted angrily, with veins popping out on his face. "If the old lady hears this, you will see it."

"Wuwu..." Mrs. Wang wiped her red eyes again, and said in a mournful voice, "If it wasn't for Ke, how could such a coincidence happen. I haven't given birth to a son for five years. When I came out, I took it away. my Pearl..."

Jia Zheng sighed, turned around, and a wrinkle was caught in the dark embroidered robe.

The maids and women next to her naturally lowered their heads and pretended not to hear.Now the real master of the house is the second lady.

A milk doll wearing a eight-treasure exquisite embroidered gown sneaked by the door, looking at the parents inside, their faces were pale, and the mother's eyes were red from crying, and her little heart hurt a little. , quietly climbed over the threshold, and ran to Mrs. Wang's side with short legs. "Mother, don't cry, there is Baoyu."

Mrs. Wang's heart softened at the young son's childish voice, she hugged the little body in front of her, and cried: "My son, you are the only mother I look forward to in the future."

The maids and women next to her also lowered their heads and wiped away their tears, and the room was full of sobs.

Jia Zheng couldn't stand this scene, so he rolled up his sleeves and went out.

Mrs. Wang held Baoyu for a long time and cried bitterly before she stopped. Her bright eyes were already red and swollen.

Baoyu stretched out her small hand, took the handkerchief from Mrs. Wang's hand, and wiped away her tears clumsily.

Mrs. Wang embraced her youngest son again, "My son, even though your elder brother has left, the mother will definitely hand over this whole house to you."

The maids and women were not surprised when they heard this.Everyone in this Rongguo mansion has reached a consensus: Although the eldest master has assumed the title of title in this mansion, but the person who lives in the main house is the second master, and in the future the mansion will naturally be the second master.

At this time, Jia Lian didn't know that he had become a thorn in the side of some people.

It has been more than a month since the ship departed from Yangzhou and came to Kyoto.Jia Lian secretly counted the days, this Jia Zhu has already been buried in the ground.It's just that as the eldest son of the big house and Jia Zhu's clan brother, he should go to burn incense on the seventh day of July.

"Second Master, Jinling City is ahead." Liu'er suddenly came up and whispered.

Jinling is close to the capital, and it is also the birthplace of the Jia family. According to memory, it should be regarded as the ancestral home of the four major families.Looking from a distance, Jia Lian saw that there were forests of houses on the banks of Jinling, densely packed cars and horses, and crowds of people. It was a prosperous scene, which was not as bad as the capital.

Jia Lian asked, "How much longer?"

Liu'er hurriedly bowed his waist and replied: "It's going smoothly today, I guess it only takes half a day to arrive."

Jia Lian frowned handsomely, and put one hand behind his back, "It's too slow, today is July [-]th, if it's late..." His voice was not rushed, but it gave people an invisible sense of oppression.

Moisture appeared on Liu'er's forehead, and he hurriedly said: "The slaves are here to urge them, and they must arrive before sunset." After speaking, he ran to the stern of the boat in despair.

The boys on the boat got their master's orders, so they naturally exerted their strength, and the speed of the boat was much faster than before.He just rushed to Kyoto city before sunset.

Jia Lian stayed on the boat for more than a month, and was tired of the feeling of being trapped in a square inch. After landing on the shore, he picked a vermilion horse and sat on the horse's back with a light leap.

Liu'er was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stopped him: "Second Master, you don't know how to ride a horse. This horse is fierce. You should take a carriage."

Jia Lian gripped the reins tightly, and stepped on the stirrups with dark boots.He said to the servants: "After you pack up, go back to the mansion quickly." Then he raised the whip and whipped it on the horse's back. .

"Second Master, Second Master..." Seeing this, Liu'er followed the horse for a while, but couldn't catch up anymore.Surprised in his heart: "When did the second master learn to ride a horse?"

Seeing that the master had already taken a step ahead, the accompanying servants were stunned for a while, and a bold one ran up and asked, "Brother Liu'er, how can this be good?"

Liu'er has been following Jia Lian recently, but has learned a bit of aura, and said with a straight face, "Didn't you hear the second master's order, and quickly pack up and go back to the house. Be careful, aren't you itchy?"

"Da da da..." Zhu Hong's healthy horse galloped on the official road entering the city, and the sound of horseshoes sounded on the originally quiet official road.The man on the horse was wearing a dark embroidered robe, the corners of the robe fluttered up and down as the horse galloped, and the sleeves fluttered.

At this time, there were very few passers-by on the official road, and occasionally two of them saw this scene and only sighed that they must be the beautiful sons of some noble family.

Jia Lian felt relieved and anxious, as if he had returned to the time when he was fighting on the battlefield.Horses step on the battlefield and guide thousands of troops.

The horse galloped, leaving behind all the pedestrians and carriages.

Suddenly, a horse in front of a beautiful carriage with emerald green cover and red ying was shaken in shock.A scolding sound came from the car, "Where did the impolite boy come from?!"