[Red Mansion] Master is always taken away

The weather is getting colder, the elder of the Rongguo Mansion has symptoms, the plaque of the Ministry of Rites has not been finished for half a month, and the top of the main entrance of the Rongfu Mansion is still bare. Every time Jia Mu thinks of the scene where the plaque of the Guogong Mansion was taken away, she always thinks. The breath is not smooth, and after hearing that the boss is feeling unwell, he pretends not to know, but Jia Lian and his wife can't.

Because of the difference between inside and outside, Wang Xifeng, the daughter-in-law, can only send some medicinal materials, and her own son Jia Lian has to rely on her own son Jia Lian to take care of her illness. Mrs. Xing is in the way, and Jia She is unwilling to see her stepmother.

This is the impressive "evidence" that he betrayed his cousin Yin'er. After the death of his first wife, Yin'er, he actually stayed with him for only one year before marrying his second wife...

Jia Amnesty had a sad face, and the expression on his face contained guilt, longing, admiration, and sadness.When Jia Lian came over, he saw that his father was desolate and lonely, and his whole body was covered with sadness.

Startled, Jia Lian greeted him.

Jia She put down the carving knife in his hand, and described the son in front of him one by one—"You are so old." He sighed.

Jia Lian couldn't figure it out, the master sighed inexplicably, he was already an adult, even his daughter was two or three years old.

He was about to put on a show, serving some medicinal soup for Jia She, to fulfill his duty as a filial son, but Jia She picked up a carving knife and began to carve a wooden figure.

Only then did Jia Lian pay attention to the things in front of the master - a carving knife, in Jia She's hand; a half-finished puppet; beside it was a row of already carved puppets.

Jia Amnesty concentrated on carving, and coughed a few times from time to time. Jia Lian couldn't help persuading: "Master has been unwell recently, so don't get tired." He stopped talking, but he thought that Master just liked this wooden figure, Find a carpenter and carver at home, isn't there?

However, this puppet has the same appearance, it is a lady wearing a high-waisted skirt, with a smile on her face, and she looks very kind.Jia Lian took a second look.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Jia She raised his eyes and glanced at Jia Lian, his gaze froze suddenly, and he said for a while, "Like! Really like!"

"..." Jia Lian was stunned.

"Lian'er, do you know who you look like?" Jia She sighed, took off a wine bag from his waist, unscrewed the cork, and took a sip with his neck up.He blushed slightly and coughed twice. "Lian'er, you look the most like your mother..."

The fans and copper coins behind Jia She did not dare to make a sound. The master began to carve the wooden figure today, and they were curious about who the wooden figure was, and kept guessing in their hearts. , They behaved much more cautiously, and they dared not question the bad luck of offending the master.

Today, the master is very sad when he saw it. I have never seen the master so sad.

This is the first time Jia Lian has heard his father mention his mother-in-law, Mrs. Zhang. In fact, he has no memory of his mother-in-law. His wife died before he was two years old. The old lady grew up by her side, but Zhu Gemeiyu was in front, and Baoyu was behind. The old lady could do without him or her, and the people around her were all "smart" and "smart" , Jia Lian is used to seeing his face, and has long known the warmth and coldness of human feelings.

"This is—my mother?" Jia Lian held the puppet in his hand and stared down at "her".

Jia She nodded. The cold wind blew away his hair. He hadn't combed his hair well today. There were a few strands of black hair hanging on the sides of his cheeks, which were slightly bent. Jia She ignored it when the wind blew on his face. His eyes looked into the distance.

He said: "Your mother is a gentle beauty, we were childhood sweethearts, she is actually my cousin..."

"Cousin?" Jia Lian was startled, curious, he really didn't know.

Jia She turned his eyes around, looked at Jia Lian's eyes, and said, "Your eyes are most like your mother. When she smiles, she is pure and charming. In my heart, she is the most beautiful woman in the world—"

"..." Jia Lian's lips and nose fluttered slightly, and she touched her eyes subconsciously, and then felt that the master is too, too abnormal!When did he ever recall his own mother, and when did he miss beating himself a few times for his mother's sake?Every time I beat myself hard, no matter if it was justified or not...

Jia Amnesty took a few more sips of wine from the wine bag, and when it was emptied, he called for copper coins to fetch wine.

The copper coins left here in a hurry, and went to the kitchen storeroom to ask for wine.

Next, Jia She told Jia Lian the stories of his first acquaintance with Yin'er, their new marriage, their post-marriage, and their parting. The cousin who can't hit the pole, the "cousin" who the in-laws are talking about around the corner, I don't know why the master likes to call it that.

He said how he didn't know that there was a "cousin" blood relationship between his parents. It turned out that it was just a far-fetched master.He murmured in his heart that Jia Lian, as a son of man, had to listen obediently to what his father said, and he had been taught for a long time until the drinks for the copper coins came.

Jia Amnesty drank himself a lot of alcohol again, and his cough became worse!

Jia Lian frowned, "Sir, drink less."

"I don't want to be happy without wine. If you have wine today, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon..." Jia She laughed and said loudly and freely.In the end, his eyes were red, he spoke drunkenly, coughed and said: "Lian'er, you don't understand my loneliness. When she dies, I will die too. My heart is dead!"

Hearing this, Jia Lian was crazy.

He felt demented!Sir—this is—what kind of madness!

——But, why is there salt water dripping from my own eyes.

Jia Lian bowed his head and silently withdrew.

When he returned to the room, Wang Xifeng was shocked when he saw this!

"Second Master, did you suffer outside? Have you been wronged?!" The man did not flick his tears lightly. Although Jia Lian is not very useful, he can enjoy himself outside. The son of the Duke's Mansion, who doesn't give some face? Well, since we got married, even when the master hit him, I never saw Jia Lian with tears in his eyes.

Jia Lian restrained and restrained, and said to Wang Xifeng, "I want to drink, bring me wine."

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From then on, Jia She, who felt pain in his heart, took a few wine bags, a carving knife, and a few pieces of wood with him wherever he went...Under his skillful hands, lifelike beauties took shape one by one, but they all had the same appearance. Mrs. Xing heard that she had been looking for a little maid to take the risk of stealing one, and she was very jealous after seeing it.Then when she heard that she was Jia Lian's mother, she couldn't say anything, but was depressed all day long.

Forget about those aunts and housemates, but they are just toys. In the past, when the master spoiled them, she gave some face.However, Mrs. Xing was not happy, but she couldn't match her original match, let alone this person was dead.

Jia's mother, Jia Zheng and others also heard about it. Even Baoyu, Sanchun Daiyu and Baochai all shed a few tears for Jia Lian's mother-in-law, Zhang Shiyin'er.

Baoyu even murmured: "The old man is also a person of the most affectionate nature. I misunderstood him!" Baoyu completely put aside the matter of the old man's "lying" last time, and he was obsessed with thinking about Lian. The second brother's mother, how beautiful and refined she was in the past, she has attracted the Eldest Master to miss her for so many years...

Jia Amnesty won the first prize of double materials. Originally, Jia's mother wanted to take care of her, but Jia Amnesty was depressed and frankly refused, and said that it would be the anniversary of Lian'er's mother's death, so she skipped the banquet and just ate in silence.

Jia Mu was very happy, and said directly: "It's not for me, as long as you are happy." The second room was even more happy when she knew it.Jia Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, he was always worried that others would ridicule him for not being as good as his elder brother in reading and martial arts, while Mrs. Wang thought it would be a good idea not to have a banquet, so as not to increase the power of the elder brother.

It was snowing in October, and the plum blossoms in Ningfu were in full bloom. Jia Zhen and his son invited people from Xifu to enjoy the flowers and drink. There was a table for men and a table for women.

Jia Amnesty was sitting at one end of the banquet, and Jia Zhen and the others were drinking and talking and laughing, but he was out of place, drinking alone, lowering his head and carving wood from time to time. heard the rumors, but didn’t expect it to be true?”

Jia Lian nodded heavily.

It turns out that my father is so infatuated with my mother...

This was something Jia Lian had never thought of.

Master, he has suffered so much in his heart all these years.

Jia Zhen and Jia Rong both sighed, and Jia Zhen even thought of the love that she could not get, his love -- he and her are the same, the distance between life and death... separated by seniority and ethics... ...It's impossible to be together every day...

Jia Zhen was also in a low mood, and he was not in the mood to drink and admire the plum blossoms. This feast of plum appreciation and snow viewing was just to make the gloomy Ke Qing happy. They men would not recite poems against each other. As for Jia She, the number one scholar He habitually ignored it.

So, he said: "Let's go to Yanchunlou, it's not very interesting here." After that, he pulled Jia Amnesty by force, and they took a car to the brothel.

On the way, before reaching the place, the car stopped suddenly.

"What's going on?" Jia Zhen said quietly.

"Uncle Zhen, the alley ahead is blocked, so I can't go." The driver was Jiao Da, who always took credit for his work and called his masters very casually.

Jia Zhen and the others were disappointed, but Jia Amnesty stopped moving his fingers, held a carving knife in his hand, and listened intently——

There were sounds of fighting in the alley.

Frowning his eyebrows, Jia Amnesty got out of the car, "Master?" Jia Lian called out, and hurried to follow.

Jia Amnesty walked to the entrance of the blocked alley, and saw a group of black-cloth masked men besieging and killing a group of people inside.

"Emperor, Your Majesty—" Jia Zhen also came over at this time. He had good eyesight and had seen Emperor Xianning before, so he couldn't help but exclaimed.

The people inside heard them and saw them, but they didn't come to pay attention, because they were about to succeed at this time, and an assassin's knife had already been raised, and was about to chop Emperor Xianning's neck——

With a sound of "whoosh", in an instant, the assassin stabbed a small knife into his neck, and then fell down slowly...