The Second Master Lian of the Red Chamber

Although Jia Lian suggested that he should take Xing'er to Jinling on horseback, Jia Min, who was in confinement, urged Lin Hai to send a carriage and a loyal and reliable old servant according to the regulations she had prepared. Jia Lian sent it, but he must not let Jia Lian's temper mess around.

Naturally, Lin Hai wouldn't twist his wife Jia Min's ideas for Jia Lian. When the day came, he stuffed Jia Lian into the big vermilion lacquered carriage that Jia Min liked to ride in when he went out, and prepared a groom and two strong servants. Lin Hai and Jia Min and his wife prepared Jia Lian's daily clothes and utensils and put them in a small car to follow, and the two cars left Yangzhou Mansion one after the other.

The groom who drove the car and the two strong servants who accompanied him often accompanied Lin Hai when he went out. He had traveled the official road between Yangzhou and Jinling many times in these years. Talking about how to solve the loneliness of the journey is very familiar, it is indeed much better than Jia Lian who only has a vague memory, and it saves him a lot of effort.

Jia Lian, who was in a good mood, even used a little rural flavor for lunch, and even started to take a nap in the car with the aromatherapy ball on his pillow, and gradually fell asleep with the shaking rhythm of the car.

In the dream, he must win every time he ends up, winning the first case, Xie Yuan all the way, and attacking his father's title without demotion. The spring breeze is proud, exhaled and raised eyebrows.

Even though he vaguely felt that it was all too easy, Jia Lian couldn't help but squinted his eyes. Just as he wanted to take a look at his beautiful wife who was waiting for his return in the mansion, this beautiful and prosperous place suddenly changed. A group of officers and soldiers rushed like wolves and tigers After rushing into the gate of the mansion, the wealth and glory turned their heads into nothingness, which made Jia Lian's heart beat like his ribs, opened his eyes suddenly and sat up, with cold sweat dripping down his back.

Just when Jia Lian was secretly rejoicing that this was just Huang Liang's dream, he could hear faint singing coming from outside, every word seemed to hit his heart.

"Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but fame can't be forgotten! Where are the ancient and modern generals? The pile of grass in the barren mound is gone."

"The shabby room is empty, and the bed was full of wats. The grass and poplars were withered, and it used to be a singing and dancing venue. I was lamenting that other people's lives were not long, but I didn't know that I came back to mourn! You sing and I come on stage, and you think that the other country is your hometown. It's ridiculous! In the end, they are making wedding clothes for others!"

Jia Lian was so excited that he almost jumped up from the soft seat. He didn't care that he bumped into the roof of the carriage and knocked the jade crown crookedly. He hurriedly opened the curtain and leaned out to look around.

The coachman and servant sitting on the shaft of the chariot was coughed by Jia Lian, and the coachman subconsciously tightened the reins, forcing the two horses running at a constant speed to stop slowly, waiting for Jia Lian's order for some unknown reason.

At this time, Jia Lian also realized that he seemed to be the only one who heard the singing, and he was terrified and had no time to talk to the servants, so he simply jumped out of the car and looked around.

Although it was the season of rejuvenation for all things in the south of the Yangtze River, it was still a chilly spring. There was more or less mist floating on both sides of the official road, covering the mountains, forests and fields, adding some dense freehand brushwork, but it also made Jia Lian unable to see the surrounding scene clearly.

Jia Lian tried his best to suppress his depression and waited for a while, only then did a carefree Taoist in hemp shoes and rags walk towards him singing a song, it was the words he had just heard in his half-dream and half-awake state .

Although the Taoist priest looked crazy and slovenly, his eyes were piercing, and when he looked at people, he had deep meaning.Jia Lian stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly remembered the identity of this person. Isn't this the lame Taoist who healed Baoyu in his previous life?That day when Jia's family ransacked their house and fell into disrepair, their father and son were sent to a place of bitter cold. I heard that this Taoist had also been there.

It's just that in the previous life, the Taoist saw only one precious jade in his eyes, and only helped one precious jade. I don't know why he came to find himself in this life?

Jia Lian was restless and just looked at the Taoist in silence. Xing'er Wanger, who was arranged by Lin Hai and hurried to catch up with the three servants, thought that the Taoist priest who appeared suddenly was a deceitful and low-ranking person, and took out a pair of vigilant masks. He looks like a guy to protect Jia Lian's surroundings, lest this crazy old man hurt his master.

The lame Taoist was not flustered when he saw everyone's posture. He laughed and took another two steps towards Jia Lian. Shaking his head, he sighed with a smile: "I thought you had the root of wisdom, but I didn't expect to be able to realize it, that's all, that's all."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Jia Lian any more, and strode away without looking back.

Xing'er, Wang'er and the others only waited for the lame Taoist to go far away, and his figure was hidden in the mist, and he couldn't see clearly, and then they breathed a sigh of relief and put down the stick and horsewhip they were holding in their hands.Jia Lian frowned and stared at an old man who was running after the lame Taoist not far away.

Just now he was in a state of confusion, but now that he thinks about it, the singing clearly came from the mouths of the two of them.The lame Taoist went first, and the old man was wearing a tattered bag behind him, apparently walking along the way.But the old man was wearing the official uniform of a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River, and he looked different from the lame Taoist and the scarlet monk.

The lame Taoist and the skinny monk have nowhere to go, and this rich man will not just pop out from a crack in the rock.Jia Lian thought for a moment, then summoned the coachman to ask which government office was in charge of this place, and then returned to the car and continued on.

After going through this scene, Jia Lian's drowsiness also dissipated completely, and he sat down in Jinling with his eyes wide open.When he got off the car at the gate of Zhuangzi where Jia Min married, his whole body was sitting stiff, and it took him a while to soak in the barrel before he recovered.

Not caring about brushing his hair, Jia Lian first wrote a letter to Jia Min and Lin Hai to report his safety, then took out the sealed letter and ordered someone to send it out, trying to find out if any elderly rich family members in Jiangning County had accidentally disappeared in the past few days.

After completing these two tasks, Jia Lian thanked the guests behind closed doors and began to study and practice calligraphy in Zhuangzi. A few days later, he took the basket that Jia Min had prepared in advance and entered the examination room. Hard work.

After he finished several county examinations, the people who went to investigate also sent news back, saying that a master surnamed Zhen Shiyin had disappeared with a crazy Taoist, and his family could not find him.

This was a great anecdote in the neighborhood, and the person who inquired about it was also clever, and he found out the details of Zhen Shiyin's family, including the loss of his young daughter, the fire in his house, and his wife's helplessness, and reported to Jia Lian one by one.

Jia Lian flipped through the thin paper several times, but he still felt something was inexplicably familiar in his heart, and finally remembered it when he read it word by word again.

This little girl lost by Zhen Shiyin, with the rouge mark on her face, doesn't she just look like Xue Dafool's aunt?