[Red Mansion+Qing Chuan] The heroine comes from the last days

"Ma'am." Wang Xifeng said angrily, "Where did the news get out, which made the old lady furious, and even usurped the power of you and me to manage the house. If this is really done, I..."

"Sister Feng." Mrs. Wang frowned and stopped her.

"Second Madam, listen to me." Wang Xifeng panted, "Brother Huan's matter is strange, and it has involved the heavens. Even if you and I have supernatural abilities, it will be difficult to turn over this time. The old lady put the head of the family The power has been taken back, the eldest wife is low-key, and if you keep pretending to be deaf and dumb, this Xifu can no longer live, maybe you and I will both go back to our hometown in Jinling. In my opinion—"

"Sister Feng." Mrs. Wang stopped her again, "You don't want to participate in this matter."

Wang Xifeng was stunned: "Why?!"

"Plums in the melon field, you need to avoid suspicion." Madam Wang said, "You are the one who is responsible for this matter, so you are the one who should avoid suspicion the most. Hmph, I didn't know that the old lady hadn't been in charge for several years, and she didn't know about Brother Rong, Rui Geer and Lian Geer have caused troubles outside, and they have committed more than a thousand things, but in the end, you are the one who bears the responsibility. They only spend money like running water, and they can't imagine that the house is full of holes!"

Wang Xifeng gradually calmed down after hearing the words, but still asked: "Then how should we do it?"

"Wait." Mrs. Wang slowly twiddled the Buddhist beads in her hand, as if with a sneer, "Although the old lady has been concealed, she is still an ancestor who has lived for most of her life. She is a smart person. You have to pay close attention to it these days." Brother Lian, don't rely on the reputation of Rongguo Mansion to cause trouble. I heard that he sent Daiyu back to her mother's house the day before yesterday, and his hands were a little dirty? Tell him to be more careful, and don't just get some servants to do mischief outside. His mother is He's gone, but his father is still there, who will be the next one in the Rongguo Mansion is still a variable."

Wang Xifeng was stunned for a moment: "Madam means..."

Mrs. Wang closed her eyes, and slowly twisted the beads on her wrist: "I never said anything."

The two of them stopped talking at the moment.Jiang Ling and another little girl walked forward slowly half a step in front of them, holding the palace lanterns.When they came to an arched door with hanging flowers, Wang Xifeng and Mrs. Wang said goodbye two by two, and they separated.Wang Xifeng went back to the courtyard, and Mrs. Wang went to Lixiangyuan to find Xue Baochai.

Candles were still burning in Pear Fragrance Garden, obviously, the people inside hadn't rested yet.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Wang nodded slightly, with a smile on her face.She took the lamp from Jiang Ling, and said coldly: "Okay, come here, you two go back to the yard. Don't tell anyone what happened tonight, or I will twist your tongues Do you remember?" Although she eats vegetarian food and recites the Buddha's name, there is also a tongue-pulling hell in the Buddhist school.

Jiang Ling and the maid lowered their heads and said, "Remember."

Mrs. Wang nodded in satisfaction, turned around and walked into Lixiangyuan.

Another servant girl secretly raised her head until she could no longer see Mrs. Wang, then she gently poked Jiang Ling's arm, "Hey, tell me, is it strange what happened tonight? The old lady wants to keep it in the second room Here, beat him to death so that the big room doesn’t know, I guess the big master and the second master—”

Jiang Ling raised a finger to his lips and shook his head slightly.

The servant girl beeped again, with a look of disenchantment: "Okay, let's go back."

Jiang Ling carried two empty food boxes, and the maid carried the palace lantern, and they went back to Mrs. Wang's yard together.It was already the time of the end of the ugly end and the beginning of the Yin Dynasty, and the only sound left in the huge Jia's mansion was the whining of the wind.Except for the mother-in-law and maidservants who were keeping watch at night, most of the others had fallen asleep.Jiang Ling went back to the house, bolted the door carefully, poured some cold water on his face, and began to prepare a gift for Lin Daiyu.

She spread out a layer of paper, lightly traced a layer of ink on it, and pressed it to try the feel.

The fine smoke ink slowly smudged on the paper, and after a while, a layer spread.When she was Miss Daotai, Mrs. Wang had never been stingy with pens, inks, papers and inkstones, so these things were prepared early in the morning.Jiang Ling tested the texture of the ink while spreading the ink. It was not until thirteen or four sheets of paper were wasted that he mixed a light and suitable ink and kept it on the paper for later use.

She has never learned orthodox female red embroidery, so normal embroidery cannot be embroidered.But when Lin Daiyu gave her a handkerchief, she should also give back a handkerchief to Lin Daiyu, which coincided with the intention of handkerchief handover.

While thinking, Jiang Ling slowly "drawed" a poem on the white paper.

——Why use “painting”?

——Because her calligraphy is also pretty bad.

Jiang Ling supported his forehead, twisted the tip of the brush into thin pinches, and followed the copybook he used for tracing red—of course, it was the small script of hairpin flowers—to trace a poem stroke by stroke, and then carefully drawn on that paper.She drew very carefully, trying to make the ink smudge as small as possible, so that it looked like it was printed, so it was easy to operate.

As for the content of that poem, it is a small poem that fits Lin Daiyu's name in later generations, and it was written by everyone.

Jiang Ling finished tracing the poem carefully, and then wrote the name on it, and then turned her head to think about it, and a faint layer of black color still bloomed on the paper.What Lin Daiyu gave her was Yunjin, so she should give Song Jin back.Although the degree of preciousness is not as high as that of Yunjin, but coincidentally in one color, black and green, coupled with this little poem, most of the gap can be eliminated.

After thinking about it, Jiang Ling spread out the finished paper on the desk to dry, and collected the monthly money she had saved when she was a maid, and prepared to buy a piece of Song brocade tomorrow.Although Mrs. Wang claimed that she was Miss Daotai, she never gave half a cent a month ago, and the daily expenses were paid from Jia's house. However, if she wanted to buy other things, she had to use the money she usually saved.

This night Jiang Ling slept soundly, until he woke up the next morning, quite happy.

When Jiang Ling woke up, it was obvious that the mansion had almost changed.

The housekeeper and daughters-in-law no longer went to Wang Xifeng's house, but went to Jiamu's for the first time.Although Jia Mu is old, she has been well maintained after all, and she has eight capable maids by her side, so it is not difficult at all to manage the house.Wang Xifeng and Mrs. Xing stayed behind closed doors, while Mrs. Wang stayed in the Pear Fragrance Courtyard for half the night, and did not come out of the Pear Fragrance Courtyard until dawn.

The maids were all whispering, saying that something big was going to happen in the mansion.

Jiang Ling found her titular nanny and nanny, and said that she wanted to buy some things from her daughter's house.

These actions made the nuns feel relieved, and they believed that their teaching during this period had finally paid off, so they graciously accompanied Jiang Ling to go out.Accompanied by the nuns, the mother-in-law and the servants guarding the corner gate naturally would not obstruct them, and let them pass easily.

Jiang Ling wandered around outside twice, and bought a pale black handkerchief, a high-quality Song brocade, and a simple rhombic mirror, which was the same as the rhombic mirror in her house.Jiang Ling thought to himself that he would leave sooner or later, so he couldn't take that Linghua mirror away, so it was best to buy a mirror that was exactly the same, and replace one of the mirrors.

Before changing the mirror, Jiang Ling asked the nuns to take him to a Buddhist temple outside the city under the pretext of paying homage to the Buddha.

She had already inquired in advance that most of the eminent monks who opened the mirrors in Jia's mansion lived in this Buddhist temple.

After setting up the nuns, Jiang Ling went to the eminent monks who consecrated the Linghua mirror in Jia's house, donated incense money, and asked them to consecrate his Linghua mirror once.The eminent monks naturally did so.However, to Jiang Ling's disappointment, the Linghua mirror after consecration was no different from before, no matter whether it was a frontal or reverse photo, she stood in place perfectly without any movement.

As a result, you can only use the worst method: change the mirror.

The nuns naturally didn't know why Jiang Ling had been tossing around in the Buddhist temple for so long.Jiang Ling took the empty handkerchief and Linghua mirror, and returned to Jia's mansion with the nuns.As soon as he entered the door, he was taken aback.The maids and servants in the mansion changed into cotton clothes as soon as they got rid of the filial piety of Grandma Rong in Ningguo Mansion, and took off most of the hairpins, jewelry and accessories. The rich and noble families are clenching their teeth and shrinking their food and clothing.

I stopped a maid and asked, and then I realized that it was Jia Mu who made the rules this morning.

Jiang Ling walked all the way and looked over, and found that not only the clothes and accessories of the maids and servants were halved, but also the clothes and accessories of the wives and girls were slightly reduced by three points.Jia Baoyu and Jia Lan went to school outside, while Jia Huan was in confinement in the courtyard and did not see the three of them, so it is not known whether it was the women's family members who were wearing less clothes, or whether the entire family began to cut down on food and clothing, creating a tense atmosphere. illusion.

But on the surface, Jia Mu's method is quite effective.Anyway, it seems to be more reliable.

Jiang Ling took the nuns back to the house, locked the door again, concentrated on describing her poems in the house, and did not leave the house for three whole days.In the evening, I need to go to Mrs. Wang's room to be on duty, but Mrs. Wang has been busy with other things these two days, so she has no time to worry about her, so it's not a big deal.

Three days later, Jiang Ling finally finished embroidering the handkerchief.

If the needle skills are not enough, the painters can make up for it, and if the painters are not enough, they will be made up by the quantity.After tossing hundreds of sheets of paper and three or four feet of Song brocade, Jiang Ling finally tossed out a satisfactory finished product.Although she was not as good as the embroiderers in the embroidery room, she was barely able to keep up with the girls in the mansion (think about how many extra tricks she used).So she picked a sunny afternoon, went to a garden, and gave the handkerchief to Lin Daiyu in return.

At that time, Lin Daiyu was playing on a swing, and when she received the handkerchief, she pursed her lips and smiled, her voice was as clear and crisp as a silver bell: "Song Jin—huh, there is another little poem? The name of this poet is a bit strange, Jiang Ling, you This is how many poetry dictionaries I have read." While speaking, the swing slowly stabilized, and there was another clear and crisp laughter: "Jiang Ling has a heart."

Jiang Ling smiled and helped her get off the swing: "Miss, be careful."

Lin Daiyu's health is much better than before, at least she doesn't need to take those bitter soups anymore.

Lin Daiyu put away her handkerchief, and was about to whisper something to Jiang Ling, when suddenly she saw a half-grown boy turn around the hanging flower gate, looked around for a moment, and came towards this side.The snow geese next to him called the second master Shengbao, and offered tea automatically and consciously.

Jia Baoyu took two steps in this direction, suddenly slapped his head, and said: "Look at my brain, I forgot the most important thing. I just got some exquisite gadgets a few days ago, and I want to give them to you." Sisters and sisters are the best, so I cut them down. When I saw my sister, I remembered that those things were left in the school—Mingyan, Mingyan?” He called his servant outside.

Lin Daiyu frowned slightly, and asked in a doubtful tone: "Sisters and sisters?"

Jia Baoyu didn't realize it, and continued: "There just happened to be one thing that was right for you, sister. I was afraid that my ancestors would ask for it, so I intercepted it privately, thinking about leaving it to my sister—eh, this is a song. What poem?"

With sharp eyes, he caught a glimpse of the handkerchief in Lin Daiyu's hand at a glance.There are densely packed small characters embroidered on it, like a small poem, and at first glance, the rhythm and rhythm are elegant, elegant and refined, and most importantly, it coincides with Lin Daiyu's name.

Looking at the poet next to him, he is a strange layman, but he seems to be an elegant person.