The Second Master Lian of the Red Chamber

"Second Master, Grandpa Zhou sent word from the front that the ox cart in the palace will arrive in about two streets, and the old ladies and wives inside have also received a letter, and I'm afraid they will send the eldest girl out soon. "

Yiren, who was leaning against the door and dozing off, hadn't had time to open the gauze curtain, but Wang'er lifted the curtain and came in by herself, facing Jia Lian and beating neatly before he could take care of the crooked little hat on his head .

Sweat all over his head and face, and the brim of the hat was soaked in prints. Obviously, he rushed all the way to report the letter under the high noon sun.

Jia Lian smiled, suddenly felt that the ice bowl in his hand had lost its taste.He casually placed the things on the kang table, stretched his long legs and jumped to the ground, regardless of the whimpering and complaints from Yiren Cui'er and several maids, he easily pulled Wang'er who was still squatting up.

"Drink some water and take a break. The old ladies and wives will come from the main courtyard and it will take a while. The little girl just came to pass on the words. The eldest sister is busy there. You asked your second master to dry at the door without reward .”

Jia Lian was already full of dandyism, but now he added a bit of carelessness, which made people sound even more out of shape.

Wang'er wanted to persuade him when he heard the words, Jia Lian directly took a cup of herbal tea from the kang table and stuffed it into his arms, narrowing his twinkling peach eyes, Wang'er shut his mouth when the cold air shot down his back.

Since the second master had a cold on his head last year, he has been particularly difficult to speak. He was annoyed for a while, no matter what credit you have made for your old face, if you pull it down, it will be a board. Although the two wives scolded him every time, and the master shook his head, it also hindered the elder master from doing nothing but the second master, who would dare to stroke his beards now that the servants of the whole family dared to stroke his beard.

Seeing Wang'er Niu open his mouth like a clamshell after drinking a cup of good tea, Jia Lian stopped looking at him, and just stood up straight and let the two big maids arrange his headgear and clothes, half-closed his eyes, okay? Cozy, humming casually in the mouth, it is the singing voice of the Jiqing class "The Case of Beauty" which has become very popular in recent days.

Ever since a wind-cold burned back to his youth from the bitterly cold land of exile, Jia Lian was in a daze, and it took him a while to believe that he was not burnt out and suffering from hysteria, but had really returned to the flowery place back then. In Rongguo Mansion, almost as soon as he recovered from his illness, he took the monthly order and led the servants to run all over the archways of theaters, large and small, in the middle of the capital.If he hadn't had an idea to pardon the old man for his father and honor some of the old things from the previous dynasty in exchange for filial piety, he would have been beaten up on the kang long ago by the family law.

It's just that his reputation, which was already far behind Erfang Jiazhu's, was even worse.

Jia Lian didn't care either.In this family, even if he really has a head hanging from a beam and a thorn in his ass, everyone can't surpass Jia Zhu.As for the outside world, his family, Taifu Zhou's family, were all beheaded and exiled in the turmoil of the second abolished prince, and his mother's mental and physical illnesses were mixed with early death, and the elders of his father's family were also alive in this chaos With a serious injury and staying behind closed doors, who can see him now.

It's not that Jia Lian gave up on himself, but that he became an official through the imperial examination. There was Jia Zhu who was a good uncle who followed suit, but Jia Lian couldn't wait.

Jia Lian thought about it, weighed several fatal events in his heart, and when he was over the addiction that he dared not even dream of recalling when he was exiled to the army in his previous life, he went back to the mansion honestly and worked in a humble way.Obediently, he was scolded all the way from the main courtyard to the east courtyard, and occasionally received a few painless beatings. By the way, he licked his face and stuck to his lukewarm relative Jia She.

Without him, Jia Lian is somewhat self-aware of his talent in school.What he learned in his previous life was long ago thrown back to Master Meng, and now he is studying hard behind closed doors again. It will take more than ten or twenty years if he wants to get ahead. Become the "Wu Na Killing Talent" under the cruel officials.If you want to be rich and worry-free for a lifetime, it is still the best policy to go to some inhumane ways.

Jia Lian thinks that this article is excellent.

If you want to speculate, the first thing you must do is to go out.Who in Beijing doesn't know that the men of the Ningrong Second Mansion have been detained in the mansion these years and have been raised more delicately than the girls?The old lady was the first to be unhappy when she wanted to go out.

He used to sneak away with someone because he was going to the clan school, and he had already saved his foundation. If he wanted to go out again, the only person in the mansion who could make the old lady close his eyes was a stingy and stingy old man.

In order to curry favor with his own father who has become more and more disrecognized since the chaos in the palace, Jia Lian spent a lot of thought and even lost all his private house. In order to win Jia She's favor, he put on a tiger skin as a banner, and was able to go out every day to "do things" for the old man.

After doing it, Jia Lian finally got on the road of Tongtian Qingyun, which he had been thinking about for a long time, and he had money and someone in his hand.Although they all took advantage of the situation, they opened up a lot of doors and made the revived father-son relationship more and more solid.

If it wasn't for the fact that his master was still diving in the abyss, he, Lian Er, would not have suffered such idleness in the mansion.

In the future, Yuan Chun is indeed a noble person of the Tian family, dignified and dignified, but her majesty is the pile of gold and silver in the two families.There are a lot of flowers outside, but the benefits of closing the door are all for others to get.Jia Lian doesn't want to do such a bad thing like running errands without getting rich, and being tricked by others for privacy.

Jia Lian's heart was so cold when he was thrown out as an abandoned son in his previous life, and in his reincarnation, he was even colder to see clearly the true feelings and scheming intentions of this servant of the master of the palace.Although it is said that people do not kill for themselves, he and Lian Er used to be absurd and ignorant and could not blame others, but now thinking about the two families' private festivals, the old lady's partiality and ruthlessness, and the second house's behavior, it is very boring, and I really don't want to burn it again This stove in Yuanchun.

It's still unknown who is more noble in this life, and if you want to use him as a housekeeper right now, it's absolutely impossible.He didn't want to care about Yuanchun Xiaoxuan's entry into the palace, nor did he want to get involved.With that kind of effort, he might as well do more good deeds, so as to make up for the lost virtue in the mansion.

Zhou Rui, a man of power, wants to instigate him, a serious man, to have his mother's dream of spring and autumn.

Cuiyun Biyi, who didn't have a long memory in front of her, asked Jia Lian to take him to the east courtyard to be paired with the master's servant, and the remaining Cuieryi was the most eye-catching.Knowing that Jia Lian is very impatient to send off the eldest girl today, no matter what he thinks in his heart, their hands are light and slow, as if there are bouquets of flowers on the clothes of the second master, which is enough to manage until next year.

Wang'er's heart trembled when the room was quiet for a while, but after realizing that the second wife's words were no longer effective in this yard, she couldn't help regretting.There was no way to think about it, he could only hang his head and try to catch his breath, hating that he couldn't shrink into the cracks in the floor tiles, praying to God and worshiping Buddha in his heart, hoping that their second master would never open his eyes to look at his frustrating bastard.

Even with her eyes closed, Jia Lian could guess what Wang Er was doing now.With a slight sneer, Jia Lian really didn't want to care about such a loyal idiot, so he shook his hands slightly and ordered the maids to retreat, then walked to the door by himself, and glanced out along the curtain that the little girl solicitously drew up.

A young man in a round cap and green clothes hurriedly walked over from the corridor, it was Xing'er who he had sent to the east courtyard to ask Jia She for advice.

Xing'er has always been sharp-eyed and quick-witted. He saw Jia Lian in the house from a distance, and rushed to the door in three steps. Second master, the wind blew my head last night, and my body is very uncomfortable, I'm afraid I won't be able to get up, and I won't be able to see off the eldest girl."

While replying, Xing'er raised his eyes to look at Jia Lian's expression. Seeing Jia Lian smiling, he became more courageous, and continued to reply with a salivating face: "I also said that such a parting hurts people's spleen and lungs, and the master told the second master to take good care of it." Don't hurt your body and make the old lady worry, that's great filial piety. If the second master is really reluctant to part with the eldest girl, and ask the second master to wait a while, and send a piece of Cheng Yi to the eldest girl for the master, it is also sincere."

After hearing this, Jia Lian couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, and regardless of the different faces of the people in the room, he raised his hand to call Shang Xing'er and Wang'er, and went back to the study to wait steadily.

The scorching sun was in the sky and the heat was unbearable, and the crackling sound of abacus in the east courtyard did not know how many people's hearts were filled with unknown anger.