Battle of the Red Chamber Ring III

There was a brazier next to Jia Huan kneeling, but he still lacked the kindling in his hand. Seeing this, Xiu Luan took a ladder and ignited it on a candle, and then put it in the brazier. The ladder burned not slowly, and Jia Huan Seeing that there was a fire, they threw the ladder into it one at a time, one at a time, at neither fast nor slow speed.

Although Jia Huan is only one and a half years old, he is already three years old, and the three-year-old boy is usually still breastfeeding in his mother's arms. Mrs. Wang naturally did not expect this bastard to be so smart, but she was careful , thinking that even if it can't be a coincidence, it has to be artificial, of course, it's right that this artificial looks like a coincidence.

Xiu Luan watched Jia Huan burn nearly thirty ladders, then silently retreated to a corner, not far from Jia Huan, at this moment it was dusk, waiting for the sun to go down before going to the table to invite dinner, and then rushed to the table. Sprinkle ashes at the door.

There are fewer and fewer ladders on the side, and Jia Huan's whole spirit is tense. He has a small face, because he really doesn't know how to pretend, so he simply lowers his head very low, just in time to get out of his fat arm. Below the elbow, I can see the skirt of Xiuluan standing behind.When there were still two ladders left on the ground, he was about to straighten up to take them, when he saw the skirt of the Xiu Luan behind him fluttering, and she yelled sharply: "Master Huan, be careful." up.

Jia Huan thought about stepping out, but after kneeling for too long, the child's legs couldn't move at all, and he obviously felt the wind in the back of his head.

Jia Huan is a good man, but Ah San is not good, he raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to grab the gossip cloth on the desk, and rolled himself into the cloth, but he was wrapped in a thick cloth and rolled into the case, only to hear After screaming a few times, waiting for Jia Huan to crawl out of the cloth pile like a caterpillar, the braziers on both sides of the room were overturned, and the candles and incense burners on the desk spilled all over the floor. Pressing his hands next to the brazier, the candle on it fell and hit his hair, drenching the wax oil on one end.

Xiuluan looked at the brazier in front of her in horror, and wanted to stand up, but her legs were pressed down by the "filial son" who hid, and she fell down again. She was horrified to find that Jia Huan stood beside her with an expression on her face. In front of him, watching the other party throw the rest of the ladder in his hand...

"Ah!" Only Xiuluan screamed in horror, "My face! My face! Don't! Ah..." and the heart-piercing aftertone.Unfortunately, it happened to be another round of chanting, and no matter how loud I shouted, it was covered by the Great Mercy Mantra.

Jia Huan glanced at Xiaozi, who was nodding and smiling at himself, thought for a while and tore off the golden bell on his right hand and handed it to him, then Xiaozi stuffed the bell into his arms, closed his eyes peacefully, and seemed to be in a coma.

Waiting for Aunt Zhao to drag her sore legs to the courtyard, she heard the old mother say that Jia Huan had gone to the mourning hall. She wanted to sit down and drink some water, but she didn't know why her right eyelid kept twitching, and she was flustered. Aunt Zhao felt that something was wrong, so she sneaked along the path to the mourning hall. As soon as she entered, she saw her precious son standing beside her. The face of the wife's maid, Xiu Luan, was blackened by the smoke, and all the hair on her forehead was also burned. It became a black roll, and the filial son on the side fainted to the ground.It's just that no matter how loud the commotion here was, it was covered up by the bell ringing and chanting Buddha students in the back hall. Aunt Zhao ran in front of Jia Huan, knelt on the ground and carefully hugged Jia Huan in her arms.

"What's the matter, Huan'er?" Aunt Zhao leaned close to Jia Huan's ear and asked, and suddenly remembered that her son didn't seem to be very good at talking, so she thought it was better to wake up that dutiful son.

Jia Huan put his arms around Aunt Zhao's neck and pointed at Xiuluan: "Burn me, the wood is burning, stupid, burn yourself." He stretched out his hand to hold Aunt Zhao's face and patted it: "The most beautiful."

When Aunt Zhao heard it, she suddenly softened halfway. She rubbed her arms around her son, and then listened to the end of the Buddhist chanting behind her ears. Jia Huan pressed the corners of his eyes, and after only two presses, tears came streaming down. Aunt Zhao pressed the corners of her eyes again, thinking that luckily she didn't lose the handkerchief for crying a while ago, while stepping on Xiuluan Jia Huan's thigh threw herself on Jia Huan's body, and the whole body pressed down on Xiu Luan and began to cry loudly.

"My Huan'er, what's wrong with you, your face." Aunt Zhao cried while wiping ashes from the ground on Jia Huan's face and body.

It just so happened that Jia Zheng stepped into the mourning hall, and saw his only son in a mess, with black and white smiles, crying with a flat mouth, and his beautiful, young, caring aunt knelt on the ground and hugged him regardless of her appearance. son.

"What's the matter?" Jia Zheng was shocked for a moment, and asked sharply.

"Master, you have to decide for our wives." Aunt Zhao let go of Jia Huan and threw herself in front of Jia Zheng and knelt down. With her figure together, Xiuluan with a dark face was revealed.

"Why is she here too? What's the matter with you guys!" Jia Zheng flicked his sleeves, went out, looked at Mrs. Wang who was coming, and pointed at the door, "You have done a good job, but you can't take care of yourself. That’s all for the son, even after he dies, he’s going to be abused!” This is extremely serious, but it’s just because Mrs. Wang doesn’t know what’s going on inside before entering the door, she just thinks that little bastard has fulfilled her wish, and now this With no future problems in the house, she just wanted to laugh for a while, so how could she care about Jia Zheng's scolding.

"Madam just asked Master Huan to build a ladder for Master Xianzhu, thinking of the brotherly love, please don't misunderstand Madam." Caiyun on the side quickly knelt down and kowtowed to Jia Zheng.

Mrs. Wang held the Buddhist beads in her hand and twirled one. She just looked at Jia Zheng and said indifferently: "Now I'm the one whose son died. Why do I care about other things?" She didn't say anything else, just satisfied The loneliness made Jia Zheng stop talking.

Thinking of the death of my only adult son, if he went there without intelligence or hard work, it would be as if his heart had been dug out, not to mention that the elder son was precocious and motivated, he couldn't say a thousand words for a while, he just let out a sigh.He only told Aunt Zhao to go back with Jia Huan in her arms, and let the boys come in to clean up.

Mrs. Wang stood aside and waited for Aunt Zhao, who was holding Jia Huan, to pass by. She looked up at Jia Huan's small face covered by Aunt Zhao's hand, and picked up another Buddhist beads in her hand, and only had to say a word of Amitabha.

"As for Xiuluan, didn't I tell her to take good care of the third young master? Now that something happened to the third young master, it's Xiuluan." Mrs. Wang winked at Caiyun while talking, and Caiyun hurriedly followed the young man into the mourning hall , it will come out in a while.

Jia Zheng ordered people to tidy up the mourning hall before turning around and leaving. Mrs. Wang waited outside holding the Buddhist beads, thinking of the concierge and errands in the mansion that he had beaten and taken care of.

When Caiyun came out shaking and knelt in front of her, Mrs. Wang felt that she was in the right mood: "What's wrong?"

"Xiuluan's face is on fire, please help my wife." Caiyun whispered while trembling.

"Oh, I'm hurt, so let her mother come and pick her up, don't come back again." Mrs. Wang finished speaking slowly, and then ordered Caiyun to go to the cashier to bring 20 taels of silver to Xiuluan's family, which is considered a life-saving payment. Qian said, "Since it is on fire, don't appear in the mansion in the future." The last trace of evidence was destroyed, and Mrs. Wang felt that the matter was very smooth.

She spent an incense stick of time instructing Zhou Rui's family to clean her tail, and spent a little more time inquiring about the situation of her Baoyu at the old lady's place, and then asked Zhou Rui's family to order a few maids to go out and prepare dinner. Empty all the servants in a yard before going out.

Mrs. Wang sat upright and looked at the darkness outside the door, and couldn't help laughing.

"My Zhu'er, my mother can't give you anything, and I borrowed your affairs to deal with that little beast. Don't blame my mother, don't blame my mother." Madam Wang covered her face and smiled. Then wept.

"I am a descendant of the dignified Wang family. I have been the daughter-in-law of their Jia family for 20 years. I have worked hard for their family. If I can't let your brother get that seat, I will die unwillingly, unwillingly." She cried smile.She thought of her niece Wang Xifeng who listened to her, the belly of her daughter-in-law, Baoyu who lived beside the old lady, and the young and beautiful Aunt Zhao in the East Courtyard.

"Why do I have to report my sins to my son? She has committed sins and is still full of halls. My poor Pearl, poor Pearl, that woman from Kefu, poor Pearl is still so young." Mrs. Wang Grabbing his chest and crying sadly.

The servants in the second wife's yard were used to the wife always ordering a lot of things in the evening, and there was nothing else to do after the dinner was finished.

Not to mention what news Zhou Rui's family brought back after going out, Aunt Zhao ran all the way to the room with Jia Huan in her arms, and hurriedly ordered someone to pour water, while ordering a charcoal basin to save the child from catching a cold.She was not in a hurry to look through Jia Huan's clothes, she just hugged Jia Huan blindly and cried, and only let go when she saw that only the old mother was left in the room out of the corner of her eyes.

"Mother, you are here." Aunt Zhao lowered her voice, and pointed to Jia Huan for the old mother to see, "You can see how that man treated our mother and mother."

The old mother looked at Jia Huan and then at Aunt Zhao: "What happened, how did you become like this."

"That black-hearted mother-in-law actually ordered Xiu Luan to harm Jia Huan. If Jia Huan hadn't fallen into the bottom of the table, I'm afraid the nanny would not recognize him even if she saw him at this moment. The brazier has been burning all the time. " Aunt Zhao was shocked when she said that, she didn't know anything when she saw Jia Huan at the time, but it didn't stop her from guessing the truth with the greatest malice.

The old mama didn't make a sound, but stretched out her hand to cover Aunt Zhao's mouth: "Don't cry, you should laugh."

Aunt Zhao looked at the old mother in surprise, her eyes widened.The old mother pointed to Jia Huan who was sitting quietly on the bed and listening to the two of them.

"Yes, my luck. It is a blessing from God that I, a servant, can give birth to such a smart son." Aunt Zhao nodded, and finally endured her grievances.

The old mother smiled and stretched out her hand to rub Jia Huan's forehead: "It's not only the blessing of my aunt, but also the blessing of my servant." At last, she didn't admit the wrong godmother, so she doesn't have to worry about it in the future.