Drunk in the Red Chamber Lying on Beauty's Lap

Coming out of Lin's mansion, Baoyu pondered over what Lin Ruhai had told him.

Daiyu is going to be a child next year, so there is not much time left for him.However, Lin Ruhai has basically found out about those people, and he only needs to make some arrangements.

This matter is not urgent for the time being, what is urgent is the matter of Yuanchun.

Yuan Chun is already six months pregnant, if she really loses her baby, she may need to be raised for a long time.Moreover, the child she had been waiting for for so long was gone, and the trauma in her heart would be even worse.

Baoyu had no idea of ​​trying to keep Yuanchun's child.What the emperor said is right, the Zhen family and the Chen family have joined forces, and the current harem is dominated by Concubine Zhen and the empress.In addition, the emperor stood on their side again, Yuanchun lost the child, maybe there is still a glimmer of life, if they really do something when Yuanchun gives birth, it is very likely that one dead body and two lives will be killed.

Baoyu was deeply touched by the cruelty of court women.He had seen several Gongdou dramas that were extremely popular in his previous life.Even if those episodes are exaggerated, historical accounts are always true.

Concubine Wan Gui of the Ming Dynasty almost caused the emperor to cut off the inheritance, and countless children were killed by her when they were born, which is shocking.

Since the emperor said that Concubine Zhen was going to attack the child in Yuanchun's belly, he must be prepared.

Regarding the power of the two families, the emperor has to avoid the edge for the time being, let alone Rongguo Mansion, which has already fallen?

Although the weather has entered autumn, the heat in Beijing is still unabated.Back in Yihong Courtyard, Baoyu rushed around in the room, only to feel that the heat had subsided a little.

Changing into light clothes, Baoyu came to Mrs. Wang's room.

"Baoyu, why are you here at this time? It's very hot outside, be careful of the heat." Mrs. Wang said, and then said to Jin Chuan beside her: "Jin Chuan, go and bring a bowl of iced sour plum soup to Second Master Bao."

Jin Chuan answered yes, and walked out gracefully.

Baoyu laughed and said, "Madam went to see Eldest Sister a few days ago. I don't know how Eldest Sister is?"

Mrs. Wang gave him a sideways look, "It's fine to talk about it here, but don't say it outside. When you go outside, you have to call the princess."

Baoyu smiled, "Understood, my son will definitely not talk nonsense when he goes out."

Mrs. Wang knew that Baoyu had ideas, so she didn't say anything more, but answered his question, "The weather is hot and hot, and my mother can't sleep well. I look very haggard."

"When the wife enters the palace next time, bring more tonics. Although my sister is a concubine, the quota in the palace is limited after all. There may not be many rare things in her palace."

"Who says it's not?" Mrs. Wang sighed, "Those servants in the Ministry of Internal Affairs are notorious for their dog eyes. Now the emperor has a new favorite. Although your sister won't say it, life must be difficult."

While talking, Jin Chuan came in with a bowl of sour plum soup in a white jade bowl, and put it on the small table beside Baoyu.

Baoyu drank sour plum soup, talked to Mrs. Wang for a while, and then came out of Mrs. Wang's room.

Baoyu knew about Mrs. Wang's delivery of banknotes to Yuanchun every time.However, although bank notes can be bought outside the mountains and seas, they may not work in the palace.

Walking on the gravel road in the garden, Baoyu saw that there seemed to be a few more clouds in the sky, and wondered in his heart that there might be a rain in the evening.

This was originally just a little wish in Baoyu's heart, but after half an hour, a thick layer of dark clouds covered the entire sky.Before it got dark, several thunderclaps sounded, and soon, big raindrops fell.

In a courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing, Jia Huan couldn't help frowning as he watched the pouring rain outside the window.

"I said I'll go back after noon. It's raining so hard now, how do I go?"

Jingyang smiled and hugged Jia Huan, leading him away from the window.

Although the windows are tight, standing by the windows is a bit cool after all.

Sitting down on the armchair made of huanghuali wood, Jingyang touched Jia Huan's hair and said softly: "If you can't go back, just stay. I've been back for so long, and I haven't been able to sleep with Huan'er in my arms all night." Woolen cloth."

Jia Huan blushed and snorted, "No wonder you didn't let me go back at noon, it turned out to be ill intentions."

Seeing Jia Huan's shy expression, Jing Yang felt his heart tighten, and quickly hugged him up.

Jia Huan exclaimed and hugged Jingyang's neck tightly.

Jingyang walked to the side of the bed step by step, took her beloved, and fell down on the bed again.

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It was raining and windy outside, and I don't know how many flowers and leaves were destroyed overnight.The wind and rain were raging in the house, and the poor third master Huan was also ravaged by Jingyang's hot hands for a long time.

As the clouds dispersed and the rain gathered, Jingyang stroked Jia Huan's tender skin, feeling that she couldn't get enough of it.

Jia Huan's voice was hoarse, now seeing Jingyang's satisfied appearance, he just felt angry.

"I said no, you're still messing around."

Jingyang kissed his lips, and smiled softly: "Who made Huan'er so charming?" After saying that, he got up and helped Jia Huan clean up his body carefully.

Jia Huan was not really annoyed either, he had practiced the formula taught by Baoyu, and he was quite knowledgeable about love affairs.

Sighing, Jia Huan said depressedly: "I don't know how to explain when I go back tomorrow."

Jingyang smiled and said: "Isn't your second brother often used to participate in poetry clubs? You can make up one too?"

Jia Huan gave him a squinting look, his more handsome face showed a dumbfounding expression, "Second brother can write a few poems at least, and some people will believe that he participated in the poetry meeting. I can recite a few poems. Participate in a poetry meeting?"

Jingyang put his arms around Jia Huan's waist, and said with a smile: "Then let your good second brother worry about it. Huan'er, who enslaves me every day, helps him make money. If you don't make some suggestions, you can't justify it."

Jingyang did what he said, and early the next morning, he sent someone to invite Baoyu over.

At first Baoyu thought something serious had happened, but it turned out that Huan'er was worried that someone would find out that she didn't return last night.

Knocking on Jia Huan's head, Baoyu said helplessly: "Huan'er, how many people are there in your yard? Old lady, the lady doesn't need you to greet her every day, give them a little sweetness, how can they meddle in their own business?" ?”

Jia Huan's eyes lit up, "Is this enough?"

Baoyu said: "What's wrong? They want to have less work. If you report the news that you didn't come back last night, you will be scolded by the old lady. They don't want such a thankless job. Willing to do it."

Jingyang was listening, and the more he listened, the more he felt aggrieved.

Was his Huan'er so neglected in the Rongguo Mansion?