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Chapter 126: The naughty boy came to look for his mother in panic. Resentment appeared on the bedside of the hospital bed.

 "Brother Lan! Please go and save my aunt!"

The visitor grabbed Jia Lan, and his voice was obviously crying, which startled everyone. Tan Chun even stood up after hearing this.

"Uncle Huan, calm down!" Jia Lan looked at the panicked Jia Huan, turned his hands around to hold his shoulders and gave him a slight squeeze: "Speak slowly, don't panic, what happened to Aunt Zhao?"<

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Feeling the warmth and strength on his shoulders, Jia Huan slowly calmed down, and Baochai gave Ying'er a cup of tea with a wink.

After drinking tea, Jia Huan calmed down and slowly explained the matter clearly.

It turns out that since Jia Lan won the election, Aunt Zhao, who used to make irresponsible remarks all day long, has also calmed down and persuaded her son Jia Huan to study hard.

It’s not just a random nagging, after all, Aunt Zhao also knows a word or two.

It should be noted that "literacy" in the Red Mansion does not mean the same thing as modern literacy, and this often made big jokes in some short essays in later generations.

For example, Mrs. Wang and Sister Feng both said that they were "illiterate", which actually meant that they were not proficient in writing and calligraphy, not that they really could not read a single big character.

How is it possible that the daughter of the Jinling Wang family is really illiterate?

Another example is that when Daiyu first entered Jia's house, Baoyu asked her what she had read. Daiyu only replied, "You must know a few words."

"Evaluation. But like Daiyu, Baochai, and Sanchun, none of them are proficient in writing and poetry.

I really thought they were illiterate, I'm afraid it would make people laugh.

Jia Huan, who was used to idleness, couldn't stand Aunt Zhao's nagging day and night. Although Jia Lan ordered someone to send him study notes, which moved him a little, he still felt that since he had studied hard in school, he would be happy to return home.

It's natural to play.

Therefore, after lunch, he slipped out to avoid being nagged again under Aunt Zhao's nose.

After playing for a while, Jia Huan somehow managed to lie down on the porch and fell asleep. When he woke up, he found that it was already dusk, but Aunt Zhao didn't send anyone to call him back for dinner, so he went back in confusion.

The results were surprising.

Everyone in the room fell to the floor, from Aunt Zhao to the maid Xiao Que and Xiao Jixiang, they all fainted and fell to the ground!

Jia Huan yelled, and the two girls woke up, leaving Aunt Zhao still in a daze. The three of them worked together to carry her to the bed. They heard Aunt Zhao's mouth move, but nothing she said came out.

It's all nonsense, and gradually I'm foaming at the mouth.

Jia Huan suddenly remembered that in the afternoon, he seemed to have heard someone mention that Baoyu and Sister Feng were in a daze. Jia Mu and others all went to look after them, so they hurried to the Grand View Garden to look for them.

He is not here to seek help from adults. His goal is very clear, that is Jialan.

He has a feeling that if something happens in the house, the only one who can solve the problem is Jia Lan!

Sure enough, after listening to Jia Huan's narration, Jia Lan patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, I understand, Uncle Huan, let's go!"

Then he persuaded Tanchun who wanted to go with him, and led Jia Huan straight to Aunt Zhao's courtyard.

When they came to the house, Aunt Zhao was lying unconscious on the bed, and the two little maids kept wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes.

Jia Lan stepped forward to take a pulse and saw that her pulse was normal, but her breathing was a little unstable. It seemed that she was fine.

So Jia Lan, who pretended to be deep in thought, opened his spiritual sense, and immediately discovered the source of the problem.

There is a sense of "resentment" in Zuo Chong.

In terms of cultivation, Jia Lan is a half-way monk, so he has to figure out many things by himself.

Resentment is an aura he tentatively named.

People all have emotions, and sometimes they feel unhappy. The accumulation of various negative emotions caused by this will lead to a special kind of anger.

Almost everyone has this kind of resentment, but it is usually extremely rare. The most serious resentment Jia Lan has seen is just vaguely mixed in his own aura. So far, he has never seen anyone's aura.

Full of resentment.

As for Aunt Zhao, there is a very thin and slender resentment that wraps around her and continues to the outside.

[This smell... I guessed it correctly, it must be the resentment of Ma Daopo!]

After thinking for a while, Jia Lan clarified his thoughts. At this time, he turned to the two maids in Aunt Zhao's house: "What did Aunt Zhao eat today? Who did she meet?"

The two maids did not doubt that he was there, and they told Aunt Zhao's experience today one by one.

Hearing that Ma Daopo had indeed come to visit in private today, Jia Lan nodded secretly and said, "Aunt Zhao's pulse is okay. She must have eaten the wrong thing and accidentally got a little bit of poison, so she was frothing at the mouth..."
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In short, it was just a bit of deception. I wrote down a dose of health-preserving medicine and gave it to Jia Huan to prepare. After sending a few people away, he found an excuse to walk out of the small courtyard and followed the resentment all the way.

Generally speaking, the source of such evil thoughts cannot be too far away, unless it is like Zhang Laodao...

Thinking of Zhang Laodao, Jia Lan felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Obviously, using his identity as a Taoist master, Zhang Laodao knew many secrets, and according to him, some of them were related to Jia's family and even Jia Lan.

Especially Jia Zhu...his father whom he has never met.

As he stayed in Jia Mansion longer and longer, Jia Lan felt more and more that there was a lot of weirdness buried within this circle of walls.

As I thought about it and walked away, the trace of resentment suddenly stopped.

"Can you please?" Jia Lan stopped and called silently.

He was distracted just now, so he had to place his hope in Qin Keqing's spiritual thoughts residing in his original spirit.

"To your northwest."

Living up to expectations, Qin Keqing's sweet voice responded immediately.

Following the direction pointed, Jia Lan walked into a small courtyard. There were only two wing rooms inside, and the doors outside were half-broken. The same was true inside. It seemed that the courtyard was currently abandoned.

With a "squeak", the door that had almost fallen due to aging was pushed open, but there was no sound inside, and no breath of any living person could be felt.

By the moonlight shining in from outside the door, it can be seen that the interior of the wing has been tidied up so that nothing is left, so the traces left by Ma Daopo are even more obvious.

A pile of burned cloth, a small clay pot, and a few broken book pages underneath.

To be cautious, Jia Lan and Qin Keqing checked back and forth several times to make sure everything was safe before picking it up.

The words written on those fragmentary pages were not in Chinese characters, but there was one character that Jia Lan recognized at a glance. It was the character "?" that Qin Keqing said was close to divine writing.

Jia Lan found that the area centered on this text was in the best condition, while the outermost circle was the most damaged, and you could even see some traces of being burned by fire.

According to Qin Keqing, the divine writings contain divine power, and the pages written in them will not decay for thousands of years. Now it seems that this may be true.

Collect the remaining pages and look at the jar again. There is nothing in it.

This is really just an empty jar, but Jia Lan also has some guesses about this.

It is estimated that the things in here must be Gu insects.


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