The Red Chamber: My Stunning Confidante with a Variety of Styles

The next morning, the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.

Standing at the stern of the boat, Jia Jue looked at the gradually shrinking crowd on the shore, a look of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

Today he wanted to leave quietly, but before dawn, all the girls came and insisted on sending him to the ferry.

On the way, he also met Qingxuan, Ziyan, Qiuzi, Wang Yan, and Zhao Bin and Zhao Jing who came to see him off.

Everyone's sending off made him feel sad about parting.

"Even if I were me, I wouldn't want to leave those charming girls." At this time, a pleasant voice sounded in his ears.

Jia Jue turned his head, but saw that it was Qingyu who was speaking. He asked, "What about you? Would you be reluctant to leave them?"

The "they" here refer to the orphans of the deposed prince.

Qingyu nodded, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, but it quickly faded away:
"Although there is reluctance, it's okay. Uncle Cheng is here, so he takes care of him better than me."

After Zhao Cheng fled, Qing Yu entrusted him with the responsibility of taking care of the orphan.

"It's been hard for you all these years," Jia Jue said.

Qingyu, a girl, dragged a large group of people to hide in Tibet. It was indeed very difficult to take care of the elderly and raise children at the same time.

Hearing what Jia Jue said, Qingyu's eyes turned red and she almost burst into tears.

She lived this kind of life at a young age, and who knows the sufferings of these years?

"Commander Zhao is skilled in martial arts and thoughtful. He will take care of them and they will be fine. You can take off the burden and live for yourself. You can either roam the rivers and lakes and enjoy friendship and hatred; or you can start a family and start a business and take care of your husband and children. It all depends on your will. " Jia Jue said.

Qingyu shook her head lightly: "What kind of husband and wife, I am already this age, how can anyone look up to me."

Jia Jue sized her up and said with a smile, "No way, you are in your prime."

Qingyu is about 25 or [-] years old. In Jia Jue's opinion, she is really not old.Of course, in this era when a woman can call herself an old woman at thirty, she is indeed a bit old.

"You can speak nice words. No wonder my sister always said that a man's mouth is a deceit." Qingyu glanced at Jia Jue.

Jia Jue laughed: "I'm not talking nonsense, in my opinion, you are just when you are young and beautiful."

"Just fudge me." Qingyu gave him a blank look.

Jia Jue smiled: "Speaking of your sister, after she passed away, did you pay homage to her?"

Qingyu's pretty face was full of loneliness: "No, I haven't even seen my sister for the last time, and I don't know where she is buried."

"Why?" Jia Jue asked.

"It is said that the old emperor was so angry that he took away my sister's body, and I don't know what to do with it." Qingyu shook her head.

A gleam flashed in Jia Jue's eyes, which meant that no one had seen Hongyu's body except the late emperor.

In this way, the person Ji Zhong sees may not be dazzled.

He asked again: "It is said that the crown prince had several heirs back then, but is your sister among them?"

Qingyu shook her head: "Even though my sister and the crown prince fell in love with each other back then, they never had any intimacy."

The two are not intimate?

Jia Jue frowned slightly. So far, this matter still gave him a feeling of seeing flowers in the fog, and there were still many guesses and unreasonable things in it.

However, there are limited clues at present, so we can only shelve it for now, and we will slowly understand it in the future.

"Third Master, go and see Miss."

At this time, Zijuan suddenly came to Jia Jue and said to him anxiously.

"What happened to her?" Jia Jue asked.

"Miss, she didn't fall asleep last night, shed tears all night, refused to drink medicine, refused to eat, just now coughed up blood again." Zijuan said hastily.

"Okay, I'll go and have a look." Jia Jue nodded and came to Lin Daiyu's cabin.

Pushing the door open, he saw Lin Daiyu sitting in front of the window, staring out the window in a daze, her beautiful face was as pale as paper, but tears kept rolling down from her eyes.

There was hot porridge on the table, but it had not been touched.

Jia Jue came to sit beside her, followed her gaze and looked out the window, but what caught his eyes was the sparkling water.

"What is sister Lin looking at?" He asked softly.

Lin Daiyu turned her head, saw that it was Jia Jue, and quickly wiped away her tears: "Brother Jue, why are you here?"

"I heard that you coughed up blood again just now, so I came to take a look." Jia Jue said.

Lin Daiyu shook her head: "It's just a bad cough, it's okay."

Jia Jue glanced at her, reached out to hold her little hand, and felt that her hand was unusually cold.

Lin Daiyu blushed, and quickly wanted to withdraw her hand, but Jia Jue grabbed her tightly.

Jia Jue grabbed her hand and gave her pulse.

The next moment, he frowned: "Sister Lin, your condition is not good, and your illness has been repeated. If you continue like this, you may not be able to hold on before you reach the south of the Yangtze River. Let alone take care of uncle, I am afraid that uncle will take care of you."

Lin Daiyu cried: "Brother Jue, I didn't mean to do this, but when I think of my father, I..."

Lin Ruhai is in danger, life and death are uncertain, whenever she thinks about it, she becomes anxious, can't sleep at night, and can't stop crying.

Jia Jue nodded: "Sister Lin, I asked you something, can you answer me honestly?"

"Yes. Brother Jue, tell me." Lin Daiyu replied.

"You trust me?" Jia Jue asked.

Lin Daiyu nodded without hesitation: "I believe, Brother Jue is the person I trust the most."

Jia Jue smiled: "Okay, since you believe me, let me tell you the truth. I made a fortune for my uncle last night, and my uncle's death should turn into auspicious luck."

Lin Daiyu's beautiful eyes revealed a look of surprise: "Brother Jue, are you serious?"

Jia Jue once shocked everyone with his divination skills during the Wendou in Zuixianlou, and Lin Daiyu naturally knew about it.

Jia Jue nodded: "It's absolutely true."

"That's good! That's good!" Lin Daiyu wept with joy.

Jia Jue reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face, and said softly:
"That's why, don't be sad, take good care of yourself, even if uncle needs your care, you can't fall down."

Feeling Jia Jue's gentle movements and listening to his gentle words, Lin Daiyu couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Jia Jue walked to the table, picked up the porridge bowl, scooped up a spoonful, blew gently, and brought it to Lin Daiyu's mouth.

Lin Daiyu's face turned red, she took a sneaky look at Jia Jue, then opened her cherry mouth, and took a sip of the rice porridge.

"Is it hot?" Jia Jue asked softly.

Lin Daiyu shook her head lightly.

Jia Jue nodded, scooped up another spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to Lin Daiyu's mouth.

Seeing his gentle movements, Lin Daiyu's beautiful eyes flashed a trace of confusion, she couldn't help but murmured:
"Brother Jue..."