[Red Mansion] The first cute rabbit

"Second Master, Second Master, where are you?" From a distance, Qing Wen's statement came eagerly, Bao Yu struggled out of Yuan Chen's arms, holding on to the willow tree with unsteady breath, her big blurred eyes were full of fear and sadness .

Yuan Chen looked at him, stepped forward carefully, tidied his clothes, and tapped his forehead lightly: "Take care of yourself, I will come to see you often, don't worry, soon, we will be able to live together in a fair and honest manner." Together, no one can stop us."

The dark guard stepped forward and reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, the time has come, we should go back."

Yuan Chen tilted his head: "You stay and protect the young master."

Baoyu watched Yuanchen leave, and when he climbed over the wall, he stood there looking at him for a long time, and when he heard Qingwen's voice approaching, he turned into the thick night outside the wall.

"Second Master, why did you come out by yourself, with so little clothes on, and the old lady will worry if it freezes again." Qingwen trotted over, chattering endlessly.

"Can't sleep, want to go out to enjoy the moon, accidentally walked far away, is the old lady awake?" Baoyu glanced at the dark guard armor that quickly flashed into the peony bushes, and asked unnaturally.

"I didn't wake up. Second Master, don't watch every night. There are Yuanyang sisters and the others, you should go back to your room and have a good sleep." Qingwen took Baoyu's hand, and suddenly said in surprise: "Second Master, what's wrong with your hand?" It's so hot, don't you have a fever?"

Baoyu withdrew quickly, touched his blushing face covered by the night, and said falteringly: "It's okay, come back quickly."

The long autumn wind blew all the way, and after returning to the room, Baoyu's body temperature finally returned to normal. Qingwen tried two more times before retreating outside for a rest.

Baoyu was completely sleepless, and the never-before-seen fiery madness in Yuan Chen's eyes was lingering in front of his eyes. He wiped his face with a cold towel several times, and finally calmed down. He sat under the lamp and read the book for the third time. Article summary.

On the fourth day after His Royal Highness was ill, he finally walked out of his room. Under the guard of a long guard, he came to the South Study Room before the rooster crowed, and reviewed all kinds of paperwork that the emperor had accumulated in the past three days. Difficult choice.

More than that, he seems to be more focused on government affairs than in the past, quietly promoting low-born officials, and promoting Dingcheng Marquis Xie Jing to Minister of the Ministry of War, in charge of more than half of the imperial dynasty's army.

The emperor finally breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as he got out of the thick memorial, he immediately brought many young concubines who were like flowers to the Lishan Hot Spring, and in the beautiful autumn light, the second spring was blooming enthusiastically.

Miss Mingyao of Zhongshun Prince's Mansion finally found out about His Highness the Crown Prince's situation through the small net she set up. She entered her family's ancestral hall in the middle of the night, stared at the marriage decree for a long time, and carefully planned for a few days. Finally shot.

The prince's guards are full of experts, but Jia's mansion has a lot of opportunities, because she is the queen's niece, and she has always been very popular in the circle of noble girls in the capital. In a few days, she has a thorough understanding of the situation of Jia's mansion. , and asked his confidants to send a few little girls in through the poor children of the Jia family.

Letting a person die inexplicably but reasonably is her forte. After hearing the news from the insider, she quickly formulated a perfect poisoning plan.

That young master can do whatever he wants, except for one thing, he can’t be shaken every day, that is, soak himself in hot water with rose dew for a while before going to bed, Ming Yao sneered: "Oh, isn't it good for him, just Let him die under the rose water you gave him."

She absolutely didn't believe the persuasion of her father and queen aunt that faded after a long time. She had met this young man when she was in the Chess World Tournament. In terms of appearance alone, ignoring those flamboyant and greasy dudes, even standing among thousands of beauties, is also the most dazzling existence.

A calm person like His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is more abstinent on weekdays, but he is crazy when he is emotional, and he will be the longest in love.

wait?Waiting for the two of them to live to the age of the Supreme Emperor, or are they still flirtatious teenagers, obsessed with each other until death?

She is not a good girl, let alone a jealous woman who counts the stars in the cold palace and waits for the emperor to take time to be lucky. Isn't she so affectionate to death?Then let her come and make this death come sooner.

Guigui Suisui's new little girl and the three of them cooperated with each other, and finally transferred Qingwen, who was extremely vigilant. The two were on whistle, and one quickly slipped into Baoyu's bathroom, and took a pack of medicine. Pour into a new bottle of rose water.

The dark guard hiding in the corner watched the whole process, and saw the little ghost girl running out in a panic, and was about to step forward to see if the young master had been given aphrodisiac/medicine by the thoughtful little girl, and the door hadn't moved yet. Another little girl flashed in, she looked a little familiar, then flashed in again, motionless.

The new little girl who came in stared and called out "Sister Qingwen?" Seeing no one, she fixed her eyes on the bottle full of rose dew, hesitated again and again, stepped forward, and quickly put it in her bosom. , ran out quickly.

The dark guard rubbed his scalp, a little embarrassed, this kind of petty theft, as a big insider, he really can't handle it, let's tell the young master, the young master doesn't seem to care, and he is clinging to His Royal Highness, maybe I'm still concerned about the image of my home, so I'm sorry.

After thinking it over and over again, the dark guard decided to pretend not to see it, and when he returned to the palace to take over, he asked the others to bring back a bottle to make up for it.

As the little snowflakes fell, Jiamu's body became heavier and heavier, and she fell asleep all day long. After hearing the report from the dark guard, Yuan Chen asked Doctor Bai to come to make a diagnosis several times, but Doctor Bai's face, Helpless every time.

After all, the old lady has not survived the New Year. On the midnight of the New Year's Eve, she suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, smiled and looked at her precious grandson who was studying hard under the lamp, and said lovingly: "Baoyu, the ancestors did not hurt you in vain. You, it seems that you are enlightened and know how to work hard. The plaque of the Rongguo Mansion was earned by your grandfather. It is said that you look like your ancestors. I hope my grandson can restore that plaque one day. Hang up, and when the time comes, don't forget to tell grandma."

Baoyu stood up suddenly, the blood in his body was cold, he stared blankly at the old grandmother who had returned to the light, her mouth seemed to be pinched by someone, only tears flowed down.

"My Baoyu is the most promising..." Mother Jia sighed, leaning on the back of the bed, gave Baoyu a last kind smile, and gently closed her eyes.

A burst of great grief struck Baoyu, who felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, fainted before his eyes, and fell on Jiamu.

Qingwen ran in, her little face turned pale with fright, and she shouted into the courtyard: "Come on, the old lady has gone, and the second master has passed out."

There were hundreds of people in Jia's mansion, and they were in a mess. Everyone cried and shouted, thanking their ancestors for their kindness.

Three days later, with white flags and black tents, Jiamu's coffin, escorted by her children and grandchildren, headed for Tieshan Temple in a mighty way.

Princess Jia Yuanchun of Dongping, Princess Lin Daiyu of Beijing, Mrs. Yipin of Dingcheng, Jia Yingchun, and the prince and general husband went to the funeral for their grandmother. His Highness the Crown Prince wrote the handwriting of Ban Fan. The 88-year-old ancestor of the Jia family, Mrs. Shi, died with great honor.

Among the crowd, there was only one person who was quite excited. This old hag, who had used herself as a punching bag all her life, finally failed to live herself.Aunt Zhao covered her face that did not shed a single tear with a filial cloth, and smelled the faint fragrance of roses in her neck intoxicated, hum, the things in Baoyu's room are good.

On the night when she heard that the old lady had died, Aunt Zhao took out the rose dew that Caiyun had stolen from her. She originally intended to keep it for her son Jia Huan, but she was so excited that she used up most of it, humming a little song , Soaked for half the night in a large wooden barrel overflowing with floral fragrance.

The female relatives only need to be sent to Tikan Temple and will return. In order to show her filial piety to everyone, before leaving the door, Aunt Zhao deliberately turned back, knelt down, and wanted to kowtow three times.

Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Xing stood waiting at the door, muttering impatiently: "She has a lot of things to do, look, kneeling there for someone to see, don't hurry up."

Aunt Zhou came over and gave Aunt Zhao a push: "Hurry up, my wife is still waiting."

With a thump, Aunt Zhao fell to the ground hard, and Aunt Zhou pulled back, her feet went limp in fright, and she passed out.

Others came over to take a look, and found that Aunt Zhao was bleeding black from her seven orifices, with a strange smile on her face, she had long since passed away and was completely dead.

"Hey, you guys, hurry up and tell the master, find some people, and bury her." Mrs. Wang ordered with a blank expression.

"Tsk tsk, look at her, I didn't realize that she was still wearing makeup on such an occasion. The old lady must not be used to it, so she shot her soul away. This man has made the old lady a lifetime of trouble. , dead, it is really a bad thing for the old lady to breathe again." Mrs. Xing said coldly, and walked away.

Aunt Zhao's death didn't bring a little wave to the sad Jia's house, but it scared the dark guard who was following far away half to death.

The poison of Haitang's drunkenness is not something that the old lady of Jia's mansion who has become a ghost can have.

He hurried back to the house, rushed straight to Aunt Zhao's small courtyard, picked up the half-used bottle of rose dew and smelled it, his face turned pale with fright.

My God, I almost made a big mistake of dereliction of duty. If there was no little girl who was a thief, and I thought it was aphrodisiac if I didn't have time to verify it that day, then I would die in Tiekan Temple today. Yes, it's not this aunt.

He was holding half a bottle of rose dew, and he didn't dare to hide a word in front of Yuan Chen.

"Begonia is drunk, it's because Gu Xiao saw her viciousness, do it, if you don't know, go to the Buddhist hall and ask your heads." Yuan Chen threw the bottle of rose dew back to the dark guard, and buried himself in an official promotion. on the list.

The dark guard came to the Buddhist hall in a daze, and the old nun was still sweeping the floor. After listening to him, he threw the broom and said coldly: "Use the way of others, and treat the body of others, boy, forget it!" Is this the most brilliant punishment in our profession?"

Mingyao, who was at the empress's place, saw His Highness the Crown Prince approaching from a distance, and made a winking gesture to retreat, but was stopped by the empress: "Silly girl, why are you running, isn't this a good time to develop a relationship with Chen'er?"

Mingyao acted like a shy girl, stood there watching Yuan Chen walk in with affection, knelt down to greet the queen and salute.

"Mingyao has met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Seeing Yuan Chen's unblinking gaze, Mingyao had no choice but to step forward and greet the future little husband.

Yuan Chen turned his head and looked seriously at his future princess for the first time.