"Baoyu! My darling, you are trying to kill my grandmother..."

"Yu'er, you're the only mother left! If something happens to you, mother won't be able to survive!"

"Baoyu, wake up quickly!"

…

Lin Qingwen lay quietly on the kang, dazedly listening to the heart-rending wails and mournful sobs outside.

There were people walking around hurriedly but lightly, occasionally whispering in low voices.

"What's wrong with Mr. Bao? Doesn't he love Qingwen the most in our Yihong Courtyard? Why did he push her against the wall today?"

"I heard that in that courtyard, Mistress Lian is just like him. She wants to beat people and kill people. Could it be that the two of them are evil spirits?"

…

Second Ao! Lin Qingwen cursed secretly.

The severe pain in her forehead told her that this was not a dream. She was wearing a book!

She has a habit that she has developed over the years. Before going to bed every night, she always opens Cao Gong's "A Dream of Red Mansions" and reads it a few times.

Last night, she fell asleep while reading.

Unexpectedly, when she dreamed of entering the Red Mansion, she actually entered the book and entered the time when Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng were haunted by the five ghosts used by Ma Daopo and Aunt Zhao and almost died.

Maybe it was because she was always upset about that girl who had a figure comparable to that of Lin Daiyu, a fiery temperament, and a willful but unlucky girl; or maybe it was because her mother, who was cheating on her daughter with her strength, insisted on naming her "Qingwen"

"?

In short, she wore it on Qingwen, the short-lived maid who died in the Mood for Love.

According to the development of the situation in the book, even if Jia Baoyu is not killed this time, she will not live for a few years.

No! You can't just die so cowardly.

Lin Qingwen tried hard to open her eyes, but she couldn't.

I don't know how long it took before she finally woke up.

The room was quiet except for a pretty girl sitting by the kang, lowering her head to wipe her tears.

The light was dim, but Qingwen could clearly see a red mole as big as a rice grain on her forehead.

"Xiang Ling?" she called tentatively.

"Sister Qingwen!" Xiangling raised her head in surprise, "Are you awake? You have been sleeping for three days and three nights."

"Xiang Ling," Qingwen ignored her greetings, grabbed her hand, and asked eagerly, "How are Baoyu and Second Grandma Lian doing now?"

"Both of them were carried to your wife's upper room, where many people were guarding them all day and all night."

Xiang Ling said, "I heard that all kinds of treatments, including asking divination and asking gods, and seeking monks to find the way, have no effect, and now I am even more and more exhausted."

The whole family said that there was no hope, and they were busy preparing their funeral arrangements. The old lady, madam, they may have cried all their tears now."

"It's okay, okay, it's still too late," Qingwen breathed a sigh of relief and panted for a while before saying, "Xiangling, quietly help me find Sister Yuanyang next to the old lady, and tell her that I have a way to save Baoyu and let her

Be sure to bring the old lady here."

"I... will go right away." There was a trace of hesitation in Xiang Ling's eyes, but without asking any more questions, she got up and walked to Mrs. Wang's upper room.

Lin Qingwen was calculating silently.

According to the book, Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng were eventually rescued by the two most mysterious old men in "A Dream of Red Mansions" - the leprous monk and the lame Taoist.

Fortunately, she woke up in time, so she can take the credit.

Jia Baoyu is Jia Mu's most beloved grandson, and Jia Mu is the ancestor of the Jia family and the most eloquent person in the Jia family.

When she rescued Jia Baoyu when he was dying, didn't she hug Jia Mu's thick thigh? It also gave her more leverage to save her life in the future.

In less than two quarters of an hour, an old lady in her fifties or sixties hurriedly walked in, surrounded by a dozen maids and servants.

"Old lady..." Qingwen struggled to sit up, but she couldn't get up no matter how hard she tried.

"Good child, don't move." The old lady with swollen eyelids and a sad face hurriedly stepped forward and pressed her down on the kang. "Lie down well and tell me, is there any way to save Baoyu?"

Lin Qingwen remained silent, her dark eyes scanning the maids and women standing underground.

As soon as Jia Mu waved her hand, those people went out immediately, leaving only her most trusted maid, Yuanyang.

"Good boy, tell me now."

"Old lady, during the past few days when I was in coma, I kept dreaming about a woman stuffing something under Baoyu's bed.

The slave girl wondered if someone was trying to harm Baoyu. The slave girl struggled and tried her best to wake up, but she did not dare to tell others for fear that they would say that I was spreading rumors.

The old lady is the one who has experienced the incident. If you believe me, please send someone to take a good look under the Baoyu bed to see if there is anything dirty."

Jia Mu's eyes were deep, she pursed her lips at Yuanyang, and whispered: "Go and take a closer look, and no one else is allowed to follow."

Yuanyang went out immediately.

After a while, she brought a red silk bag over, opened it carefully and showed it to Jia Mu.

"This... who is this person with no conscience, using such a vicious method to harm my Yu'er?" Jia Mu's eyes were heavy and she gritted her teeth and roared.

In the silk bag, five green-faced and white-haired ghosts each stretched out their long arms and tightly grasped a small twisted paper figure.

What is written on the paper is Jia Baoyu's birthday.

"Old lady, wait a moment before you get angry. It's better to destroy this harmful thing as soon as possible. Maybe the second master will suffer less." Qingwen said in a trembling voice.

"Girl Qingwen is right! Get the brazier and burn these harmful things, quickly!"

Jia Mu gave instructions over and over again, and then said, "Yuanyang, take someone to Feng Yatou's house again to see if there is this thing under her bed. If so, take it and burn it too!"

Yuanyang responded and went again.

Soon I got back the same package of things, but this time the birthday of Wang Xifeng was written on the paper figure.

A quarter of an hour later, a maid came running excitedly and said: "Go back to the old lady, Second Master Bao and Second Grandma are awake and say they are hungry. My wife ordered me to boil rice soup to drink."

"Okay, okay! God bless me, my grandson is alive!"

Mother Jia burst into tears and recited the Buddha's name repeatedly. She got up and went to take a look, but she came back, leaned into Qingwen's ear, and whispered:

"Good boy, tell me, did you see clearly who the evil woman was in your dream? I must catch that evil-minded woman and kill her!"

Qingwen shook her head and said: "Old lady, in my dream, I only vaguely saw that it was a woman, but I didn't clearly see who it was."

She didn't want to confess Aunt Zhao, and she didn't want to kill her for it.

In this backyard, which woman lives an easy life?

Aunt Zhao is just a miserable person. She has been bullied severely. She has done something wrong. Is there anything that cannot be forgiven?

"Forget it, we'll just investigate slowly later. Good boy, you have a good rest. When Baoyu and Feng Yatou are well, let them kowtow to you."
Chapter completed!