The filial son of the Red Mansion

Qin and Feng'er have never been pregnant. Is this related to it?

This is the most important matter for Ning Mansion!

We need to find a doctor to take a look.

Jia Rong exhaled slowly, his eyes flickering with excitement as he contemplated the feasibility of Youshi's words. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching outside, and he could not help but feel regretful and confused.

Yu Shi glanced at him and shook her wrist quietly. She said, "I'll go see if it's Yin Die. Ask her to help you later. I have to go back and change my clothes to entertain the girls."

Jia Rong nodded contentedly.

Every step forward is a good thing. We are all in the East Palace anyway, so there is no need to rush.

Jia Rong could see the change in Youshi's attitude. She might be submissive next time. He was not interested in Yindie. So he said with a strong attitude, "Just bear with it."

Yu Shi glanced at him with a smile, leaving a trace of charm, and left the room with a slight smile.

Shit, did he really take Yindie away?

Jia Rong stuck his head out and looked outside, his eyes filled with a lot of curse words.

I closed the door and suppressed the anger in my heart. After a while, there was a knock on the door.

It’s Feicui leading two little girls!

"Why are you here?" Jia Rong was confused. He looked behind and saw that no one else came up except them.

Feicui replied softly and gently, "Madam and grandma said that the master is upstairs and seems to have drunk too much, so grandma asked me to come up and serve him." When she saw something strange about Jia Rong, two red clouds quietly appeared on her gentle face, and she arranged for two maids to go downstairs and close the door.

Then she walked into the house with a soft heart.

The temperature was quite high that day. Feicui was sweating a lot after a while. Finally, she washed her hands, rinsed her mouth and cleaned her face with her red face under the help of two maids.

When she saw the two maids' red faces, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. She gently rubbed her jaw joint, and it was really sore.

In Doufengxuan.

Lin Daiyu did not go fishing today. When she saw Jia Rong coming outside, she happily greeted him with the Luban lock in her hand, "Brother Rong, come in quickly."

Chapter 120: Xue Baochai's Fever, Jia Jing's Characters

The best way to describe Daiyu is to say: "A wonderful person, melancholy and aloof but never without interest."

Daiyu's melancholy and arrogance may be just like what Wang Wei, the poet Daiyu admired most, wrote: "Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family all the more during every festive occasion." All of this was caused by her mother's early death and her living in the Jia family.

Later, Lin Daiyu lived in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the Grand View Garden. Was she not influenced by Wang Wei's poem "Sitting alone in the bamboo grove, playing the zither and whistling. No one in the deep woods knows, for the bright moon is shining on me"?

If you get closer and peel off Daiyu's melancholy and aloof exterior, you'll find that she's definitely an interesting and wonderful person.

Daiyu and Baochai are like two sides of a mirror.

Baochai can get along well with everyone, and is friendly and approachable to everyone with a smile, which is completely different from Daiyu's prickly appearance.

If you approach Baochai and crack open her outer shell, you will find that she is contradictory. Baochai's sorrow and arrogance are hidden deep in her heart, but there is also a sense of innocence and fun in her heart that fights against her arrogance.

But at this moment, when Baochai and Daiyu were playing with a Luban lock, their pure and innocent innocence was revealed.

"Rong'er is here?" Xue Baochai had a reserved smile on her face, her eyes were gentle and bright, and her demeanor explained outsiders' impression of a lady from a wealthy family.

Jia Rong bowed slightly.

"You're pretending again." Lin Daiyu was a little annoyed by Jia Rong's formality, so she said with a smile and waved her hand happily.

No one else in the room noticed them.

At this time, Qin Keqing was talking with Tanchun, Yingchun and other girls.

Wang Xifeng, Ping'er, Li Wan and Youshi were drinking together, looking very happy. However, Li Wan always quietly went to Ping'er's waist and occasionally expressed Ping'er's achievements to Wang Xifeng, making Ping'er blush.

Only Youshi was absent-minded, looking at Rong'er from time to time, with a look of sorrow, worry, and strange joy on her face.

When she saw Jia Rong leading Daiyu and Baochai to stand up, Youshi's gaze followed them.

Wang Xifeng, Ping'er, and Li Wan also looked out, and saw that the three of them were leading the maids and servants to the steps outside the pavilion, and that a boat had unexpectedly appeared in the water. Jia Rong was the first to board the boat, and he stretched out his arm to ask Baochai and Daiyu to help him board the boat, looking very happy.

Although they were holding each other's arms and separated by clothes, it was still a bit intimate.

Youshi was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that Jia Rong was quite close to these two girls.

Wang Xifeng looked the worst. She looked carefully at Jia Rong's expression, trying to guess whether he was using Daiyu's name to have any intentions towards Baochai.

Although Li Wan was holding Ping'er, her eyes were clear and she said quietly, "Sister Lin has been in Beijing for some years. She must be homesick now."

Wang Xifeng paused and asked in surprise, "Could it be that there was a letter from Yangzhou recently? How come I didn't know about it?"

Li Wan nodded and said, "Two days ago, Uncle Lin's handwritten letter arrived. Since it didn't mention any serious business, the old lady and the mistress took a look. In the letter, Uncle Lin greeted the old ancestor and asked about the situation in the two mansions. The rest was all about his concern for Miss Lin. The mistress guessed that Uncle Lin was not feeling well and wanted to take Miss Lin back home."

Yu asked, "What did the old lady say?"

Li Wan said while drunk: "The old lady has a bad temper. She scolded Uncle Lin and told the second master to write a letter back."

Wang Xifeng said, "This is the character of the old lady. She has a grudge in her heart and is worried that the Lin family killed my aunt. How can she be in a good temper? Didn't the letter mention the health condition of my uncle?"

Li Wan shook her head and said, "I didn't have the chance to read those. I just heard them from Madam."

Wang Xifeng smiled and said, "My uncle is alone in Yangzhou, without any relatives around him. I think he missed Sister Lin. He was thinking about her for a while, so he wrote this letter. It's probably nothing serious."

Li Wan shook her head again, looked around nervously, and waited until the maid was sent away before whispering, "The old lady didn't know where she got the news, saying that my uncle took a second wife. Although he didn't give her the title of wife, he doted on her very much. This annoyed the old lady even more, and she cursed all the ancestors of the Lin family that day."

Wang Xifeng scolded, "It must be that Jia Yucun who was talking too much. Don't let Lin girl hear about this. She is always suspicious. I don't know how many days she will cry after hearing this."

Having said that, they quickly changed the subject and continued drinking.

Jia Rong, Baochai and Daiyu had no idea of ​​the situation. The three of them were in the boat, Jia Rong holding the pole, and they were sailing on the lake, feeling very happy.

Occasionally, a few rays of sunlight would shine through the clouds, sprinkling on the lake, creating ripples. It was as if there was a dazzling treasure hidden in the water, tempting the boats to go there. Half of the lakeside was lined with corridors, pavilions, and pavilions, and within the western wall were low mountains and ridges.

It is truly a place of man-made prosperity on one side and natural wonders on the other.

The corridors, pavilions and terraces are reflected in the lake, with fish swimming around, as if there is a dragon palace under the water.

Lin Daiyu stood up slowly, taking in the surrounding scenery as if she wanted to remember it deeply. She glanced at Jia Rong again, a smile on her face, and turned back to Baochai and said, "Look, he really looks like a boatman!"

Baochai felt that the lake was too small and the sky was too high, and she was not very dedicated. She smiled and said, "We asked a fourth-rank dragon guard to row our boat. We can be said to be enjoying the royal treatment today."

Lin Daiyu sneered, "Sister, you will be selected for the imperial selection in two months, right? By then, you will be a member of the palace, walking around the concubines and princesses. Are you afraid that there will be no Dragon Guard to row your boat for you?"

Xue Baochai had come to Beijing to be selected as a maid to attend the princesses' school and to be a talented person. Thinking that the selection day was approaching, she became excited and her body began to simmer with heat.

The Xue family is now in great trouble. Although my brother is listed in the Ministry of Revenue, he is not making progress. There is no one to support the family. If I can become a female official accompanying the emperor in the palace, it will be considered as flying up the branches and giving the Xue family an extra layer of protection. If I am lucky enough to be given to a prince, not only will I be richer, but I will also be able to show my talents and make achievements.

When Baochai thought of this, she felt as if her body was on fire. The heat and poison were even more severe, as if thousands of insects were gnawing at her skin, causing her both pain and numbness.

"What's wrong with sister?" Lin Daiyu saw that Baochai looked unhappy and asked quickly.

"It's nothing serious." Xue Baochai shook her head and coughed. This symptom was born with her and she had gotten used to it. When it attacks, the liver fire attacks the heart, and the whole body is hot, as if it is burning in a furnace. She is most afraid of heat, cannot stand excitement, and is most easily upset.

Jia Rong also turned around to look, and saw that Baochai's cheeks were flushed for no reason. There was an aggressive temptation between her crystal-clear skin, and her slightly plump figure seemed to be enduring some discomfort.

He quickly stopped the boat and asked the maids and servants who were following him on the shore to pull the boat to the shore. When the boat stopped steadily, Jia Rong first helped Daiyu ashore, and then extended his arm to Baochai.

The moment Baochai's little hand touched it, she felt as if she had held a cup of boiling hot water. The boiling heat spread all over her body from the point of contact.

Xue Baochai was also surprised and almost fell into the lake when she stumbled. She was still calling Rong'er to reach out and hold her.

Her face turned even redder, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart. The heat and fire in her body seemed to be continuously sucked away by Jia Rong, and she felt a sense of relief, like a long drought before a cold rain.

Jia Rong also sensed this abnormality. The heat from Baochai's hands was like high-purity oil, which made the fire in his heart grow stronger and stronger, and even his body reacted slightly.

"Maybe it's because the weather is a little hot." When Xue Baochai got to the shore, she felt a little uneasy. All she could think about was the feeling of Jia Rong accidentally holding her hand just now.

Seeing this, Baochai's nurse hurriedly explained, "The girl is suffering from heat poison again. She should go back and dig out the meatballs and eat them, otherwise she will feel uncomfortable for a while."

The maids in the two mansions had heard of this matter.

Bao girl brought a heat poison from her mother's womb. She consulted numerous famous doctors but to no avail. Later, she got the advice of a bald monk and made a batch of Lengxiang pills. After that, whenever the disease broke out, she would take a decoction of 1.2 qian of Phellodendron chinense. Although it could not completely cure the disease, it could suppress the heat poison.

Xue Baochai shook her head and said with a smile, "It's okay. I just got a gust of cool wind. I'm fine now." She looked back and saw Tianxiang Tower and Doufeng Pavilion opposite. She asked curiously, "Where is this place? It's so quiet and unique."

Jia Rong was suspicious, but when he saw that Baochai was really fine, he felt relieved. He said with a smile, "This is Conglutang. It's too remote, so we never asked the aunts to come here before." Seeing the nervous look on Baochai's nanny's face, he said, "The two aunts can rest in Conglutang for a while. Let a runner go to Lixiangyuan to get the pills. It's better to send someone to Ningfu to boil a decoction with phellodendron, so that the pills can be taken when the time comes."

Xue Baochai also felt that this was thoughtful.

The wet nurse was even more delighted to hear that she didn't have to travel by boat or by train, so she just ordered her maid Ying'er to go to Lixiang Courtyard.

Since Lixiangyuan was not far from the northwest gate of Huifang Garden, Jia Rong arranged for two maids from the Ning residence to row the boat from outside Conglutang directly to the northwest gate. This way, they would not have to go around the garden again and would save time.

Jia Rong, Baochai and Daiyu went straight through the bamboo forest and entered Conglu Hall.

Daiyu likes bamboo the most, and she likes this place the most. She said with a smile: "If I had known that Ningguo Mansion had such a good place, I would not have chosen the courtyard of your front house. It is so nice to live here!"

Baochai saw that this place was quiet and secluded, and smiled and said, "This is a very good place. If Pin'er lived here, it would be a pity that other places would lose a lot of liveliness."

Lin Daiyu listened, looking at the scene with a smile and a grudge, but she said nothing. She just dragged Baochai around Conglutang, and after looking around for a while in the study room under the skirt building, she became quite curious about the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

"The pavilion is located beside the thatched cottage in the secluded valley, and clear sounds fall on the threshold from morning to evening. People leave and the sun rises on the Pengdao Road, while visitors come to enjoy the Jade Creek Spring in vain. The immortal world hides in the cave, and the Buddha's pavilion stands for half a day. Who is polishing the stone under the rock, and intends to record the past events."

"Sir, fame and fortune are like dust, and you plant green bamboo and green pine with your own hands. I plan to take a pole and climb the rocks, and walk leisurely across the gorge with a scarf.

How busy is Tong Tui in the Qing Dynasty? He is a man of great ambition, and he is like Han Zhongchang in Shanxi. He is calm and aware that there is no vulgarity in his eyes, and he burns incense in a quiet room.

The reputation of the hidden virtue family has been known for generations, and he has lived as an idler in the secluded valley. The blooming flowers fade away with the blooming flowers, and the chrysanthemums and orchids are fragrant in the spring.

I planted bamboo in Qiyuan for you, and I have worked hard all my life. It is not unintentional that I need you to sit by my side, but your words are so far away that they are not easily heard. "

Baochai and Daiyu read these poems quietly and could not help but look at them carefully. They were both good at poetry and especially remembered that these were poems by Wang Ruzhou from the Song Dynasty.

The words in the poem not only express the free and unrestrained demeanor of a wild crane, but also conceal the ambition to serve the country. Even the three characters "Jia Gongjin" at the end of the poem are free and easy but also contain a sharp edge.

"Whose elder wrote this?" Xue Baochai asked curiously.

Jia Rong had never noticed it before, but today he followed the two of them and took a closer look, and discovered that there was a painting hanging on the other wall called "Shepherd's Dream" by the former Ming Dynasty painter Zheng Wenlin.

Not right.

Gongjin is Jia Jing's courtesy name. Jia Jing is hiding his talent? What a joke!

Chapter 121: Wang Xifeng is on guard against Xue Baochai

Wang Ruzhou's poems and Zheng Wenlin's paintings will indeed make anyone suspicious.

Jia Rong was not good at poetry, but he could read it. He was not good at painting, but he knew Zheng Wenlin.

Zheng Wenlin was not very famous in the early Ming Dynasty. People only knew that he called himself "Dianxian" and was best at painting figures and landscapes. The figures in his paintings were lifelike, his style was unrestrained, and his sense of movement was very strong. His paintings, like his name, were full of madness and evil.