It is said that Jia Baoyu suffered the magic of Ma Daopo's five ghosts. Fortunately, the time was very short. In less than two hours, he would be fine after a few days. After reading at midnight, Jia Cong asked Li Wan to bring Yu Chui'er to see him and let him
People talk quietly and alone.
Baoyu saw that Yuchuan'er's whole body had lost its vitality, like a flower that had wilted, and sighed: "Why bother...Am I sorry for my sister?"
Yu Chuan'er shook his head: "No. The second master is good to all the slaves."
"Then why do you want to harm me?"
Yu Chuan'er lowered his head and said, "I was confused at that moment."
Baoyu said: "You only hope that my mother will not get well... I had no choice but to tell the old lady."
Yuchuan'er said: "My wife looks at me every day and feels depressed. She regrets giving my sister to me. Now that my sister is pregnant, if she gets well, my sister's children will not be able to be raised."
Baoyu said: "Huan'er has grown so big."
Yuchuan'er said: "How can Aunt Zhao compare with my sister? If I hadn't met Mr. Cong, what would Mr. Huan have accomplished? Back then he was just like a little frozen cat with its hair pulled out. My wife wouldn't let me
My sister raised the child."
Baoyu said: "Even so, why would you want to kill me?"
Yu Chuan'er said: "I was confused that day."
Baoyu shook his head and said: "No matter how stupid you are, you are not willing to insist on my death. It must be sister Jin Chuaner. If I die, my wife will not survive. If she has a son, the son will be the son of the old man; Huan
My son often makes me angry."
Yu Chuan'er lowered his head. After a long while, he suddenly smiled miserably: "It's my fault. If I hadn't thought that Mr. Bao was still the same as before, I wouldn't have been kicked out."
Baoyu also smiled miserably: "I must have been a fool before."
Yuchuan'er shook her head: "Second Master is not stupid." Then she shut up and said nothing.
After a long time, Baoyu said: "Ask me again, sister. You used to treat me well, but is it really true?"
Yu Chuan'er said: "Of course it is true."
"Is it true that you treated your wife well in the past?"
"It's true too."
Baoyu sat upright, stared at her, and asked slowly: "Since when did it stop being true?"
Yu Chuan'er chuckled lightly and said, "My sister started when she became an aunt, and I started when she was pregnant."
Baoyu said: "Ever since I became Aunt Bai, Sister Jinchuaner has wanted to compete with my wife for men. I understand this. But at that time, you were already my aunt's sister. Why are you still treating your wife really well?"
Yuchuan'er said: "My aunt is just a slave. How can my aunt's sister be better than my wife's confidant? But the young master's aunt is different. The young master is the master. The second master thinks which one of Aunt Zhao or Aunt Zhou is always considerate and proper?"
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Do you like it? Which one is doing better in the house now? Aunt Zhao is no different from the master, but Aunt Zhou is still a slave. Take this time for my wife to recuperate, for example, she tried to make Aunt Zhou angry, and Aunt Zhao didn't come to serve her at all.
There is nothing she can do about it."
Baoyu nodded and asked, "What if your sister has a girl in her belly?"
Yu Chuan'er said: "Master Cong and Master Huan both cherish their sisters. Even if she is a girl, she will be able to support her mother."
Baoyu was stunned for a moment and suddenly said: "I cherish my sisters the most! Why don't you mention me?"
Yu Chuan'er smiled: "Have the second master done anything for you girls? Made rouge? Buy a small bamboo basket? Not to mention the two third masters who took the eldest girl back home, only talking about those rare Russian pieces back then.
Can Mr. Bao get the country's snow coat?
I heard that Mr. Xue family searched all over the capital to get one for Miss Xue but couldn't find it. He also asked Mr. Wang's uncle to help find it. Mr. Wang's uncle tried many methods but couldn't get it. Mr. Bao had no intention but was powerless. Kudos to you.
A good intention may not necessarily be a useful intention.”
“What is a useful heart?”
"If I remember correctly, Second Master Bao once said that he hopes that all the sisters will stay with you day and night and never leave the palace."
Baoyu sighed: "How wonderful it is that sisters can always gather together happily as before."
Yu Chuan'er sneered and said: "Second Master Bao is so selfish! The girls are guarding you and don't leave the palace. Where will the heirs come from? Have you become an old girl and been called an old aunt?"
Baoyu shook his head and shed tears: "I didn't mean that!"
Yuchuan'er said: "I know that the second master didn't mean that. It's just that the second master only thought about yourself and didn't think about whether the girls would like it themselves?"
Baoyu cried more and more: "I really didn't mean that! I just wish I could take out my heart and show it to you!"
Yu Chuan'er said calmly: "So what if I see that you don't have any ill intentions in your heart? Second Master Bao, your thoughts are only your own thoughts. Have you ever asked others about their thoughts?"
Baoyu wiped away her tears silently, bowed her head and said nothing.
Yu Chuan'er waited for a long time and said, "Do you have anything else to say? I'm leaving without you."
Baoyu raised his head and looked at her: "You... take care of yourself in the future."
Yu Chuan'er looked at him in surprise: "What did you say?"
Baoyu said: "I will ask the old lady to spare your life."
Yu Chuan'er couldn't even laugh or cry: "Will the old lady agree to such a thing?" After saying that, she walked out gracefully.
Baoyu was stunned for another long time, then suddenly got up and ran to Jia Mu's house.
When Jia Mu saw him, she hurriedly waved to him, sighed, caressed his head and neck and said, "Baoyu, you are blessed. No one can harm you."
Baoyu hurriedly said: "Ancestor, Yuchuan'er is just confused for a moment, and I am fine too. I beg my ancestors to spare her life!"
Jia Mu was stunned: "What kind of soup did that slave give you?"
Baoyu shook his head: "No. She was really just confused for a moment. God has a good heart, and saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda..."
Jia Mu became more and more angry and gritted her teeth and said, "You little whore, you are still fooling these men when you are about to die." She ordered people to immediately drag Yuchai'er out and beat her to death.
Baoyu was stunned, and suddenly he knelt down again, crying and kowtowing vigorously: "Old ancestor, please ancestor, please ancestor..."
The more he talked about Jia Mu, the angrier she became. She shouted at him repeatedly that he would be beaten to death, and ordered Yuanyang Hubo to help him up quickly. The two of them tried their best to help Baoyu stand up, but Yuanyang winked at him. Baoyu thought she had
He looked at her blankly. Yuanyang and Amber helped him aside.
Baoyu sat down on the chair, and Baoyu still looked at Yuanyang. Yuanyang was helpless, pretending to wipe away his tears and whispered in his ear, "Go and find Mr. Cong." Baoyu, as if he had received an amnesty, ignored Jia Mu and jumped up.
He ran out. Jia Mu kept shouting from behind, but he didn't hear her.
When he ran to Lixiangyuan, his hair was disheveled and his clothes were crooked. He saw Jia Cong, Jia Huan and others talking around a case. He rushed up to arrest Jia Cong and shouted: "Cong'er! Hurry! Our ancestors are going to be beaten to death."
Jade bracelet!"
Jia Cong was startled: "Huh?"
Jia Huan said from the side: "Our ancestors want to beat Yu Chuan'er to death. Why are you so anxious?"
Baoyu said: "I just told her that I begged our ancestors to spare her life."
Jia Huan said: "Did you beg?"
"Please, she won't agree."
"Isn't that the end? After all, you have asked for it." Jia Huannai pointed to the chart on the case and said, "You are too greedy. The Strait of Malacca is too far away. Even if we take it, we can't hold it. Supply
The line is too long.”
When Baoyu saw that they were all looking at the sea chart, he pressed Jia Cong's arm anxiously: "Save her!"
Jia Cong excused himself and said, "No need to save her." Without waiting for Baoyu to ask why, he continued, "She is not a talented person."
Baoyu was startled: "What?"
"Yuchuan'er is not a talented person and is of no use to me. I don't want to save her. Even if it only takes one word to save her, I won't bother to say it." Jia Cong looked at him and said, "If a criminal who attempted murder cannot bring me
It’s a huge benefit, but I won’t save it.”
Baoyu shouted: "She was confused for a moment!"
"Oh, so what. She has made a lot of mistakes in a moment of confusion. How can she be so good that I should save her?" Jia Cong pushed Jia Huan, "You second-in-law, come on!"
Jia Huan frowned: "It's annoying!" He turned around and said to Baoyu, "The old lady depends on you in everything, but it's just that what you ask for is consistent with what she is willing to give. If you want something good, she will give it to you.
, I will give it to you of course; if you want something to eat, she doesn’t think it’s bad and will give it to you. Now you want to spare Yu Chua’er’s life, but she wants Yu Chua’er to die. Your two wishes are contrary to each other. You
Who told her
Forget it? You used to think you were quite capable. But those abilities were attributed to old ladies. The master saw that you were very good at studying, which gave them a lot of face. What they rewarded you was not your own. If they didn’t want to reward you, just give it to you.
There's nothing you can do. You can't save Yu Chuan'er this time; you can decide when, and you can save others next time. Okay, let's leave it at that, I'm busy." Then he turned back to talk about the sea chart.
Everyone else was looking at the sea chart and talking about things, but Baoyu was left aside and no one paid attention. After everyone finished discussing the matter, he disappeared without knowing when. After a while, Yuanyang hurriedly came to tell Jia Mu to invite Jia Cong over.
."Second Master is stupid again! Our ancestors asked Third Master to perform a magic trick."
Jia Cong's sprained foot was so dazed! He knew how to do it! He had no choice but to follow him to Baoyu's house. He saw Jia Cong's mother sitting on the edge of the kang, just cursing in a hurry. When she saw him coming, she quickly said: "Cong'er
Come and see what happened to Baoyu? But he is haunted by the spirit of that little prostitute?"
Jia Cong went over and took a look. Baoyu was lying with his eyes straight, with wet tears on his face. He asked, "Where are the people in his room?"
She Yue hurriedly came forward: "Third Master."
"What did he say and do just now?"
She Yue replied: "The second master came back joltingly, his hair was disheveled, and he asked me where the jade bracelet was. I said I just heard that he was beaten to death by outsiders. He suddenly shed tears, and in front of the case——
She pointed and said, "I wrote an article. After I finished writing, I put down my pen and fell down on the kang like this."
Jia Cong walked over and took a look. There was an article on the desk, titled "The Elegy of Broken Jade's Daughter", and he started to read it from the beginning. After all, Jia Cong had been reading for so many years, and the quality of the article could always be seen. This article
It is full of Jia Baoyu's beauty of heaven and earth, and it can be said that every word is bloody and touching. Even a cold-blooded person like Jia Cong shed tears after reading it. It is an unforgettable article.
A wonderful article that is inferior to the ancients! I couldn't help but clapped my hands and praised: "Good! Let me just say, his intelligence is not in interpersonal communication." He then guessed that Jia Baoyu was a literati, and he was still immersed in the mood of writing the article just now.
After coming out, he turned around and said to Jia Mu, "The old lady is fine, and Brother Baoyu is fine. Please stay away for a while. I have something to say to him."
Jia Mu only thought that he was about to cast a spell and hurriedly led others to avoid it.
Jia Cong then came to Baoyu's bed and sighed: "If you had shown this skill earlier, Yuchuan'er would not have died."
Baoyu woke up immediately when he heard the words "Yuchuan'er" and cried: "Sister Yuchuan'er! I can't help you!"
Normally, Jia Cong would have scolded him for having a fatherly heart, but now he understood Jia Baoyu's position: a writer, an artist, a purely perceptual creature who lives outside of real life and creates art for the public! Therefore, he is not required to do so.
Other than that, it's okay if he's not crazy. So he pretended to coax him: "People can't be resurrected after death, so please forgive me and obey."
Baoyu burst into tears.
Knowing that he was crying to vent his emotions, Jia Cong did not stop him and let him cry slowly. He took the "Shattered Jade Daughter's Memorial" and carefully appreciated it many times. The more he looked at it, the better it got, so he leaned at the desk and copied it.
Once again. When Baoyu finally got tired of crying, he said: "Brother Baoyu, this article is excellent. When I take it out and publish it, it will definitely shock the scholars!"
Baoyu hurriedly said: "No! This is for sister Yuchuan'er!"
"If you take this and publish it, I dare say, you will have a famous literary name, and by the way, you will also have money for manuscript fees. With a literary name and money earned by yourself, you will have strength. With strength, eight months
The old lady will definitely kill Jinchuaner after that, so you can stop her."
Baoyu was shocked!
Jia Cong smiled and waved the article in his hand: "Jia Baoyu, you are feeling uncomfortable right now, and you really feel sorry for Yu Chuan'er's life, because you are fine and she is beautiful, so you don't think she has to pay with her life, right?
"
Baoyu nodded slightly.
"Then what you feel most uncomfortable about is not this, but the resentment that you are incompetent. My ancestors have loved you since you were young, so what do you say? I don't want you to even have the power to spare a little girl. Second Master Bao, please
It's not your skill as an old lady, this is your skill. Burning this article in front of Yuchuan'er's grave is not your skill, but making thousands of scribes admire you is your skill. Burning this article in front of Yuchuan'er's grave won't save her sister, there are thousands
Wan Wenshi admires you for saving her sister. Whether you give your heart to her spirit in heaven or use it to save her sister's life, you can decide for yourself." After saying this, he threw the article into Baoyu's arms and turned around to leave.
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As soon as he went out, Jia Mu was waiting at the door. When she saw him coming out, she quickly asked: "How is Baoyu? Why have you been crying for so long?"
Jia Cong smiled and said: "Nothing has happened, and the future is bright. My ancestors, don't go and see him now, let him be quiet for a while."
Jia Mu hurriedly said "Okay" and ordered She Yue not to go in either.
Jia Cong returned to Lixiangyuan with his own copy of "The Legend of Broken Jade Daughters" and said with a smile: "Come on, come on! Let me show you this!"
Seeing that he had been away for so long, everyone brought out a piece of paper when he came back. They all laughed and said, "Did the Third Prince draw talismans?"
Jia Cong first handed the article to Jarvis: "Brother Yao'er, take a look, is this good?"
How could a group of people wait? They all gathered around him and bent their heads to read, and some people shook their heads and read out, and couldn't help but cheered: "Where did you get it? Every word is precious, and the writing is perfect!"
Jia Cong said: "Let's not step on Jia Baoyu anymore."
"ah?"
Jia Cong said: "Just let him concentrate on being a literary talent. He wrote this, and I plan to coax him to let me publish it and sell it for money."
Jia Huan was stunned for a moment and shouted: "No! You must continue to step on it!"
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Jia Huan chuckled twice: "If we didn't step on him today, he wouldn't be able to write this. If we don't step on him anymore, he will be exhausted tomorrow."
Jia Cong immediately clapped his hands and said with a smile: "That's right! Suffering is the source of art, and inspiration must be tortured!"