Seeing the richly dressed young men being carried downstairs drunkenly one after another, Jia Lian only felt that the more he drank, the more sober he became.
The current situation is really terrible.
My reputation for being henpecked has become so loud.
Moreover, we learned from these bad friends that Jia Lian’s original owner didn’t mind this very much, and often made fun of him himself.
What kind of public image is this?
But now Jia Lian doesn't care, this life is too unmanly.
A coward holding a piece of lung in his mouth—a coward!
The more Jia Lian drank alone, the more distressed he became, and the more he drank, the angrier he became, and he walked downstairs angrily.
Xing'er was waiting downstairs, watching as the servants from other houses were called up one by one, carrying, carrying, and carrying his unconscious master, and left the restaurant one by one. But his own
The master hasn't come down yet, and I feel more and more unsure.
He knew that although Jia Lian loved drinking, his drinking capacity was very average, and he was always among the top three people who were drunk first.
But today, who knows what kind of power this master has exerted? After drinking down everyone else, he continued to drink upstairs. This is going crazy.
Jia Lian finally got tired of drinking, but he was not drunk yet.
The degree of the top-grade shochu that became "Shaodao" is too low, estimated to be at most 30 degrees, and the "large cup" here is only slightly larger than the three-coin cup. On the wine table in his previous life, this was simply
It's just pediatrics.
Jia Lian, like a lonely master seeking defeat alone, finally came downstairs.
Xing'er hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but was pushed away by Jia Lian: "Which of your eyes saw that I was drunk?"
But I heard the bitter-faced restaurant owner beside him mutter:
"It's over, everyone who can pay the money has drank it down. Only Mr. Lian didn't drink it down, but he is a moneyless person."
Jia Lian, who was only half drunk, heard these words clearly and thought to himself: Sure enough, Second Master Lian's coward is famous far and wide, not only at home and in the official circles, but even the restaurant owners on the street know about it.
But Jia Lian is a man of great power, and he knows how to fight for a while, so it is better to solve his own problems from the root - I still don’t believe it, I, Jia Lian, will always be such a coward!
Then he turned around and said:
"Stop talking nonsense, come to my house tomorrow to collect the money."
……
When we returned to the mansion, it was already dark.
When the wind blew, Jia Lian felt a little dizzy, so he still had to be supported by Xing'er - this bad wine didn't have enough alcohol, and there were too many mixed alcohols on his head.
After entering the corner gate, you walked through a wide north-south corridor and came to a courtyard gate. There were four or five talented young men standing at the door.
Jia Lian's feet were a bit mixed, but his heart was clear.
Stopping at the door for a while, I thought to myself: This is my future home. Jia Lian, Jia Lian, if you want to be a successful man, you must also have a home that a successful man should have, so that you can live up to this life.
After turning around the large pink screen wall, there is a door and you enter a small room. This is the residence of Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng.
As we walked up the steps, a little girl opened a soft curtain with bright red flowers, and the fragrance hit us. A large square porcelain vase with a blue background and gold and colorful flower and bird patterns was placed in front of us.
After entering the house, I saw a coral tree more than two feet high, as red as blood. In the porcelain basin of Ru kiln, where the rain had passed, the green narcissus stood tall and graceful, and several yellow-heart and white flowers had already bloomed.
Under the window is a kang with red felt strips on it. On the east wall stands a brocade backrest and a pillow, covered with a large green satin mattress with a gold heart. Beside the gold kang screen, there is a sapphire incense burner on the window sill.
I don’t know what kind of fragrance is inside, but smelling it makes me feel like I’m in the clouds.
There is a large chiseled copper crane smoker cage next to the kang, with charcoal fire inside, making the room warm.
What a rich and wealthy family!
What a gentle and comfortable magical place!
Jia Lian couldn't help but stretched out and sat down on the big soft mattress. He immediately didn't want to get up.
Xing'er didn't dare to stay long and whispered in Jia Lian's ear:
"Second Master, this servant has to go out. The less I am seen by Second Mistress, the longer I can live."
But Jia Lian grabbed him:
"Where have all the people in this room gone?"
This room is full of wealth and warmth, but it can't help but feel a little deserted.
At this time, apart from Jia Lian and Xing'er, there was only a little girl holding a curtain standing far away from the door.
Xing'er whispered:
"The old lady left the second wife and Miss Lin to have dinner, and the second wife had to take care of herself.
If the girls want to talk after the meal, the second mistress must accompany her and cannot leave.
Having said enough, I still have to settle down Sister Lin’s residence and wait for people, so she may not be able to come back sooner or later.
If the second master is feeling drunk, he might as well take a rest first."
He turned back to the little girl and said: "Sister Shan, the second master drank a lot of wine outside tonight, you'd better bring a spittoon."
The little girl agreed, took a hammered silver saliva bowl, placed it next to Jia Lian, and then avoided it.
After Xing'er went out, Sister Shan didn't say a word. She quickly helped Jia Lian change his clothes, dipped her handkerchief in warm water, wiped Jia Lian's hands and face, helped Jia Lian lie down, and then ran out of the house as if running for her life.<
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Jia Lian was the only one left in such a big house.
Listening to the "ding, ding, ding, ding" sound of the gold and copper self-ringing clock on the table echoing in the room, Jia Lian understood: everyone was afraid of Wang Xifeng, so they all avoided him like a ghost.
What the hell is this! Do you have to deal with this King of Hell’s wife in the future?
Just when I thought of this, the Fengyue Baojian put aside spoke again:
"This wife of the King of Hell was chosen by the master himself, and it was not Yue Lao who made random arrangements.
Back then, the owner and Wang Xifeng were childhood sweethearts, growing up in the same place.
At that time, all the brothers and sisters were shouting at her, and she would kill her just because she was naughty. Now the master thinks that she is a jealous person?"
Jia Lian's mood became worse and worse: "Her and I were childhood sweethearts? We grew up together and had brothers and sisters. I didn't even realize that she was a perverted control freak? I'm blind!"
Fengyue Baojian hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Master, what is a perverted control freak?"
Jia Lian sighed helplessly:
"You don't understand even after I tell you. Just think that she is a jealous, super jealous person."
The mirror also sighed:
"It's true. Wang Xifeng is a little jealous.
The month she entered the house, she expelled the master's eldest daughter-in-law. Within half a year, she sent away her three dowry maids.
Among the four girls, three have a romantic relationship with their master, so it is inevitable that the master will be unhappy.
Later, she herself felt that her face was not good-looking, so she made Ping'er the master's housekeeper, but the master was not allowed to get close to him, not even once or twice a year. Alas - the master was fine, but Ping'er was
Girl, you have been given the honor of being a concubine in vain, pitiful, pitiful."
"What do you think I am? She is pitiful, and I am even more pitiful! She forced me to become a homosexual!" Unconsciously, Jia Lian had merged himself with Jia Lian's original body.
Fengyue Baojian disagrees: "Those romantic affairs may not bring the true taste of romance. The master has never had any romantic affairs in his life. For example..."
Jia Lian suddenly became alarmed: "Shut up! You perverted peeping tom! When mentioning 'Feng Yue', you are as excited as a fly seeing blood." He grabbed a handkerchief and wrapped it up in the mirror, "
Don't make any more noise! I'm annoyed."
The golden and bronze self-ringing bell struck ten times, but Jia Lian was just bored and tossed back and forth on the bed:
It's already this hour, and I am the only living person in this empty "home" with a cold stove!
When I read books before, I only saw Jia Lian’s wealth and splendor. Who knew he would lead such an unfortunate behavior!
No one at home or outside doesn’t see him as a henpecked, useless loser with no money or power.
In the original book of "A Dream of Red Mansions", Wang Xifeng's judgment is: "All birds come from the end of the world, and they all know that they love to be born with this talent. One follow-up will make three people dead, and they will cry to Jinling and things will get worse."
Some explanations are "obey, order, divorce", which means that Jia Lian will eventually divorce his wife.
There is also a saying that it is "Cong, Leng, Qin", but I don't know how to explain it.
Now Jia Lian is tossing and turning, just wanting to divorce Wang Xifeng as soon as possible.
Even if you can't survive, divorce is fine.
One is separated from the other, each is happy.
It’s easy to get together and stay together, leaving a way out for each other.
He was a little confused when he suddenly heard the clatter of footsteps in the courtyard. Seven or eight little girls appeared out of nowhere and ran around in a hurry. They all said: "Grandma is coming down."