Battle of the Red Chamber Ring III

At noon, Jia Huan and Aunt Zhao sat on the table together, and because she was on duty for sweeping flowers, she took chopsticks to pick up food for Jia Huan. Jia Huan stopped eating after eating half a bowl of rice. Aunt Zhao always liked to drink She took a few sips from the small wine cup, and she saw her son looking at the cup in her hand and smiled: "Huaner wants to drink too?"

Jia Huan nodded solemnly.

Aunt Zhao was not a serious host in the first place, so if her son wanted it, he asked the maid to pour Jia Huan a glass.It's just that he touched his lips a little and then didn't touch them again.

Waiting for Aunt Zhao to go back to her room for an afternoon nap, Sweeper was clearing the table, when she saw Jia Huan sitting on the edge of the low couch, tossing about the incense burner for a while, then climbed onto the low couch with a half-full wine glass left on the table, and stood there. Trying to fall down.

"Master Huan, you can't do it." Sao Hua hurried over, thinking of covering the wine glass in Jia Huan's hand.But it was too late, just as she stepped forward, the wine in the wine glass was poured into the incense burner, and black smoke burst out instantly, and she didn't know what was in the incense burner, and with a 'coax' sound, it brushed her temples.

Sao Hua felt that her face was a little hot, so she covered her face and ran out. When she arrived at the well, Yinquan was carrying water. Seeing Sao Hua covering her face, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Hurry up, let the smoke smoke, my ancestor, just crawled out of the stomach of an aunt, and he was tossing like this!" Sao Hua shouted angrily, and asked Yinquan to pour water for himself.Hearing Jia Huan's name, Yinquan gave a pause to the hand holding the spoon.

"What's the matter?" Sao Hua was waiting to wash her face, but the other party stopped her hands. She straightened up and looked at Yinquan in doubt, isn't it a naughty child?

"You really don't remember?" Yinquan looked around, and she cautiously approached Saohua's ear: "Didn't Sister Xiuluan say that it was because of Master Huan that Huo made her face up, and now she doesn't know if she is alive or dead?"

Sao Hua looked at Yinquan, and suddenly remembered the joke Jia Huan had played with herself this morning, the sound of coaxing echoed non-stop, and her teeth chattered from the cold.

"What's wrong with you?" Yinquan looked at Sao Hua's pale face in doubt, but the other party just shook his head, wiped his face casually, and returned to the room to serve.

Jia Huan watched Sao Hua come back with a pale face, and then quietly cleaned up the things on the table. He just glanced at it and felt bored. With the scroll in his hand, he wondered if he should do it again, but only heard a slamming sound. , he looked up and saw the other party kneeling in front of him.

She kowtowed three times on the ground: "Young Master, please spare the servant girl. If the servant girl dares to have another heart after today, she will die without a place to die. I beg the young master to let the servant girl go."

Jia Huan raised his eyebrows and twitched the corners of his mouth. He casually threw the book aside and stepped on Etta. people.It took a long time before he said softly: "When you are eighteen, I will go and beg the old lady for your deed of sale and send you out of the house to marry." It was completely different from the child's tone, and it was the first time that Sao Hua discovered that this A young master with a bad tongue spoke so clearly, and she completely believed his words. Could it be that following the old lady would lead to a good end.

Waiting for the flowers to go out, Aunt Zhao, who was taking a nap, came out of the house: "I said, why did you ask me to prepare some flour? It turned out that it was to torment this maid. What did she do?"

Jia Huan shook his head, and only then took out the sachet that Tanchun gave him from his bosom, and removed a small golden horn inside, which was probably given by the old lady during the Chinese New Year. It is not easy for a child to hide one .

"Who gave it to you?" Aunt Zhao picked up the sachet and looked at the rough stitches. She looked like a little girl who had just started. She thought about it in her mind, so she pinched the sachet and laughed at her son: "Sure enough, it was born by my old lady. I know how to hook up with little girls at such a young age."

Jia Huan glanced at her and pointed to Aunt Zhao's stomach.

"What's wrong with my old lady's stomach? Didn't I give birth to you..." Then he stopped talking, "Which girl I was talking about, it turned out to be the one who climbed the high branch!" Aunt Zhao is different from Jia Huan. We can see Tanchun, because such a young girl goes to Mrs. Wang's every day to say hello.

"I worked so hard to give birth to her. At the beginning, it was a life for another life. Now it's good. I only know her mother. How can I be an aunt." Aunt Zhao gritted her teeth when she said this.She thought of the girl who was still in her infancy, waiting for her to waddle and start to walk, watching her open her mouth so smartly, calling her ancestors, her wife, whether it was the flesh that fell from her body, She was full of joy waiting for the other party to call her mother, even if it was called aunt, but she couldn't get it.

"You are an open-eyed thing, for this corner of gold, do you want to throw your old mother away, and go ahead and dream of your spring and autumn, people don't care about you, but the wife gave birth to a jade child Phoenix eggs!" Aunt Zhao jumped up, pointed at Jia Huan and cursed.

Jia Huan didn't make a sound, just played with the golden horn for a while, stuffed it into the sachet and stuffed it into Aunt Zhao's hand, then got up and went out.When the door was closed, he looked back, and saw Aunt Zhao was still cursing but clutching the sachet tightly, if she didn't reach out and touch it, she wouldn't know the wet marks on her face.

He sat by the gazebo and looked at Yan'er who was serving Aunt Zhao at the door. After listening for a while, he tiptoed out of the small courtyard, and whispered to Yinquan who had just arrived, and Yinquan went out of the door, heading east. Naturally, it was the second wife's room, Yan'er didn't go back, only went to the room where the servants rested.Jia Huan ordered the only boy left at the door to ask the accountant to get some rice paper, and then glanced at Sweeping Snow who was standing motionless and looking at the scenery, and then walked back to Aunt Zhao's room. The shape of bouncing and bouncing, but now when he walks, his steps are steady and there are some vague pauses.

"Already left?" Seeing Jia Huan coming in, Aunt Zhao stopped cursing and took a sip of water herself.Looking closer, there were no tears on his face.

Jia Huan nodded, and wanted to climb onto the low couch, but he was still small, wearing a blue satin jacket, bouncing around on the edge of the bed, Aunt Zhao was thinking of going forward to hug him, but Jia Huan himself really When he came up, he turned over on the low couch, kicked off his boots, and leaned on Aunt Zhao's body.

"Ever since you were able to walk, you have never had such a childlike appearance." Aunt Zhao put her arms around Jia Huan and stroked his back without saying anything, but slowly, the two of them leaned against each other without speaking.

The old mother just came back from the old lady's place. She got the news from Jia Huan in the morning and went out. When she entered the room, she saw Aunt Zhao hugging Jia Huan. She thought that he was sleepy, so she lowered the volume: " The old lady didn't get any news, but did you take care of the second wife?"

Aunt Zhao nodded: "Don't worry, mother, I'm just such a daughter, so I care about it."

"It's good that you know that a daughter is no better than a son. The third young lady depends on the wife to get married. Don't go against her." The old mother always does things like this, "Be happy, I heard that the eldest lady in our house To send it to the nobleman's place, and wait for her to leave, the third lady will naturally be more expensive."

"She is just such a daughter, and she is willing to give it away?" Aunt Zhao's sharp face was never good-looking, and sure enough she just finished speaking, Jia Huan stretched out two fat hands to cover her face.

Aunt Zhao grabbed Jia Huan's hands and pressed them to her face, her originally crooked eyebrows slowly wrinkled, and she cried silently.Master Huan said that it had been a long time since he had seen this cheap mother cry so much. She bit her lip to prevent herself from crying, but tears and snot came down together, because she unconsciously stretched out her hand to press the patient's undulating chest, He would even knock twice, beat his chest and pause for discussion, "My father, why are you a slave? I am a slave, and I am a slave after giving birth to a daughter. A slave is born, and the life of a slave will die early." Aunt Zhao trembled her lips. , she looked at Jia Huan since she was a child, and she was full of the truth of being a servant. How could she have thought that if she was not a servant, but now she saw her own daughter separated from her, she had never been more resentful than this moment .

The old mother stepped forward and hugged Jia Huan carefully and got off the low couch: "Third young master, go to that handkerchief and ask your aunt to wipe it." Jia Huan nodded and went out. As soon as he went out, the old mother stretched out her hand and slapped her across the face. It hit Aunt Zhao's ear, she struck quickly but did not leave any trace. "You've been fascinated by ghosts, and you're dumbfounded from crying. If you have this strength, it's better to use it on the master. Don't feel angry here."

"My heart is bitter, mother, let me cry again." Although Aunt Zhao said so, she reached out and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears on her face.

"It's a great blessing to have such a son in your life. Just look at Master Huan and Aunt Zhou said that a child like this is rare in a hundred people. This is because she usually sees so few people." , although I don’t want to be appointed as a marquis or minister in the future, but if you become an official or a noble, you don’t know, auntie, your blessing will be in the future.” The old mother sighed and smoothed the hair on Aunt Zhao’s forehead.

"A person lives for a lifetime, what is he looking for? To live is to live, and to die is just a pile of loess. Now I am a slave who enjoys half the blessing of a master and is talking about suffering. I am really shameless, shameless." Zhao Auntie took a breath, her eyes were foggy with tears, she waited to feel someone on her knees, she lowered her head and saw her expressionless son, she reached out and took the wet handkerchief Jia Huan handed over, probably a young man It's just wet, and it's still dripping when I hold it in my hand.

"As soon as you put this veil on my face, all the makeup I put on this morning will be wasted." Even though I said this, I still wiped my face, because I am young and my foundation is still there, it is not enough to wipe off the powder A little more neat.