Following Butler Lin who led the way, Jia Lian walked into the inner house.
When he saw Lin Ruhai waiting in the side hall, he quickly stepped forward to salute.
However, Lin Ruhai, who had always behaved elegantly, lost his normal attitude at this time. He just waved his hand curtly to show his displeasure and said directly:
"My little girl suddenly fell seriously ill in the middle of the night. I've already invited several doctors to come, but to no avail. What's wrong with this? It seems like my little girl can't leave. I'm going to trouble you to make this trip in vain."
Jia Lian knew that Lin Ruhai had lost his only son last year, and had lost his legitimate wife this spring, and now only Daiyu was left with him. Although he had been frail and sick since childhood, it was not life-threatening. But hearing what he said now, it was obviously very unfortunate.
Good intentions.
"Dream of Red Mansions" didn't write about Lin Daiyu's fate?
Jia Lian quickly lowered his hands and said respectfully:
"What's the point of running away? It's right to come to Gusu to visit my uncle. It's been cold these past two days. Could it be that my sister has caught a cold? Uncle, please relax, it'll be okay."
At this time, family members outside came to report that they had finally invited Dr. Gu, who was living in seclusion fifty miles away.
Lin Ruhai didn't care about Jia Lian and hurriedly went to see Dr. Gu personally to treat her beloved daughter.
Jia Lian couldn't help but leave without saying hello, so he followed the situation into the back garden until he was outside the back building where Daiyu lived.
Jia Lian was unable to enter the room, so he could only wait outside and enjoy the view of the garden.
Jia Lian had just walked through the halls and courtyards. Although Jia Lian didn't look very carefully, he already had a general impression of the Lin Mansion based on his professional knowledge of architecture in his previous life and his many years of interest in ancient buildings and gardens.
The layout of Lin Mansion is similar to the Master of the Nets Garden in Suzhou, but its scale is more than twice as large.
After all, the ancestors of the Lin family inherited the title of marquis for five consecutive generations. Although the foundation has been exhausted, the scale of the ancestral home is still there. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
Lin Ruhai did not rely on the influence of his ancestors, but relied on his true talents to learn from the past. He was promoted to a doctor at Lantai Temple, and his taste was extraordinary. Therefore, although the Lin family was not as wealthy as the Jia family, they were more elegant and "a scholarly family"
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The more Jia Lian looked at it, the more puzzled he became: How could such a decent house have bad feng shui? First, the descendants were not as good as the previous generation, and now it is hindering the owner...
Jia Lian was thinking about it when he saw the curtain move, and Lin Ruhai led the white-bearded and white-haired doctor Gu out.
Mrs. Gu's medical classics are widely read, but the noble person is slow to speak. She just frowns slightly and twitches her beard in silence.
Lin Ruhai suppressed her inner anxiety, and with thoughtful etiquette, she led Dr. Gu back to the main hall. The guests and hosts sat down, and then asked: "I don't know..."
Doctor Gu waved his hand: "Mr. Lin, I might as well tell you frankly. The cowardice in Qian Jin's womb is not harmful to life as long as he is well cared for. But this acute illness has some evil spirits, and it is not caused by gold and stone medicine.
It can be cured."
Lin Ruhai was unhappy when he heard this:
"My Lin family is a Shuli family, and we are raised with great righteousness. How can there be any evil spirit?"
Dr. Gu sighed softly:
"Sir, if you are upright, you will be immune to evil spirits. But women have Yin bodies and children are weak, so you have to be extra careful.
Before your wife passed away, the little old man also came to see a doctor. At that time, I made it clear to Mr. Lin: There may be evil spirits in the house, so please be careful."
Seeing Lin Ruhai frowning and thinking, the old housekeeper Lin Yongan, who was nearly sixty years old, stepped forward and said:
"Master, last month when I was not at home, I had the courage to invite a mage to come to the house to have a look. The master said that there was no evil in the house."
The old housekeeper Lin Yongan was a loyal servant who had watched Lin Ruhai grow up, and he had good intentions. Besides, it was a good thing that there were no evil spirits in the house. Lin Ruhai could not say anything more about the principle of "a gentleman respects ghosts and gods and keeps them at a distance", so he had to wave his hand to let him
Get up.
However, Dr. Gu could see the expression on his face and left immediately.
Jia Lian volunteered to send Dr. Gu out of the house for his uncle, not only because he had a change of circumstances and wanted to show off in front of Lin Ruhai, but also because he wanted to take the opportunity to ask old housekeeper Lin about the Feng Shui and magicians of the Lin Mansion. Unexpectedly, Lin Yongan's mouth turned out to be perfect, and his answers were all watertight and very appropriate, so that Jia Lian could not find any fault.
Jia Lian was so angry that he cursed "old dog talent" in his heart, but then had to praise "good dog talent".
Returning to his room, Jia Lian walked back and forth more than a dozen times before suddenly slapping his head: I also have a good dog!
Xing'er did not disappoint Jia Lian. He walked out with two taels of silver in his pocket and came back within an hour.
Looking at the proud look on his face, Jia Lian knew that this bitch had made at least half of the money into his own pocket.
Put down the teacup in your hand and point at the small tadpole on the ground:
"I'll give you a seat, sit down and talk."
"Second Master, you are so wise! Just one glance at me, and you immediately realized that the news I had inquired about would take a long time to explain. I was amazed."
It turned out that since the death of Lin Ruhai's legitimate wife Jia Min, Jia's mother felt sorry for her granddaughter and wrote several times, asking to take Daiyu to Jia's house. Daiyu could not bear to abandon her father and go to Jinling alone, so she declined repeatedly.
Later, Lin Ruhai also persuaded her daughter: "You can live at my grandmother's house, which can also reduce my worries." Daiyu agreed.
But something strange happened right then and there. Three times in a row, every time it was time to prepare for the trip, Daiyu fell ill and was delayed until the end, unable to get up, so she had to give up.
This time Jia Mu sent Jia Lian to pick her up in person, and sure enough, Miss Lin fell ill again, and this time her illness was particularly serious and evil.
Last night, the little maid saw Miss Lin, who was desperately ill, pointing out the window, panting and saying something nonsense: "Don't worry, no matter who he is, I won't see him at all, neither the front nor the back."
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People in the mansion secretly rumored that the leprosy-headed monk who came three years ago was indeed a god. If he had listened to his words and allowed Miss Lin to become a monk, Miss Lin would not have been sick and her body was getting worse.
In addition, I heard that the mangy-headed monk once said that he had been favored by the ancestors of the Lin family many years ago, and he couldn't bear to see the decline of the Lin family. He said that if he wanted to revive the family reputation, he only needed to
Just build a two-foot-high rockery on the east side of the garden.
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Mr. Lin ignored him at first, but later he saw that his family was declining day by day, and it was difficult to find even the silver rice needed for daily needs. He had no choice but to treat the dead horse as a living horse, sold a piece of land, and hired someone to remove the original lake stones in the garden.
They were all piled up to the east, forming a rockery two feet high.
Strange to say, it was not the year of the competition, but the emperor actually took an extra exam because he was going to Mount Tai to be enshrined in Zen. Lin Ruhai, who had already failed the exam five times, became the third-ranked Tanhualang in one fell swoop.
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At this point, the Lin family is once again shining brightly, and times are changing.
But the official fortune was there, but the male fortune was gone. In the direct lineage, only Mr. Lin was left alive.
Lin Ruhai, who didn't believe in Feng Shui before, has now changed the rules and invited several home masters to come to the house to have a look, but they all just said, "One fate, two luck, and three Feng Shui. I have little talent, little knowledge, incompetence, and incompetence." There is nothing I can do.<
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After listening to this, Jia Lian seemed to have some realization in his heart, but he was not sure yet. He lowered his head and thought for a while before arriving:
"After dark, I want to go into the inner house and take a look. You can go and take care of it."
Xing'er was so frightened that he jumped up from his small stool:
"My lord, this is not a joke! It doesn't matter which girl or daughter-in-law the second lord wants on weekdays, but now it's not in our house. If you cause trouble and lose the Jia family's face, won't you lose your life? Give it to me.
The old lady knows, it’s not a big deal to kill your slave, but my life is precious.”
Jia Lian goes up and kicks him:
"You little monkey, where did you think you were going? Are you, my second master, so worthless? I want to do serious things, so go and take care of them!"
Xing'er was smarter and more flexible than a monkey. He ducked out of the way and immediately smiled playfully: "You know that I can't bear to kick the slave to death, and I have to keep the slave to work for the second master. Isn't that a good boy?" p>
Jia Lian also smiled and said:
"Go away! Count your clever words. Remember not to let Mr. Lin know, to avoid trouble. Also, go out later and buy me a bronze compass. No matter how high or low you are, it must be stained with blood.