[Red Chamber] Daiyu Reborn

Zhen Hualian desperately held back her tears and told herself not to cry.However, the nose sucked and sucked, still sore, Lan Yiqian looked more and more anxious, but Zhen Hualian suddenly hugged her, leaned on her shoulder, and burst into tears.

No longer caring about the face of the lady in Taifu's mansion, she finally let go of her proud and reserved demeanor. Zhen Hualian cried tears and tears, her whole face was stained, the soft bun by her ear slowly slid past, and her silky hair Stained with crystal tears, adding a touch of sour sadness.

Lan Yiqian hugged her, still panicking: "What the hell is going on?"

——I can't say it, and I can't say it about the death of the Zhen family!Don't implicate Lan Yiqian, don't harm her... The Lan family and the Zhen family have always been on good terms, and Lan Yiqian is as close as a sister to her. The most important thing to do now is to drive her away quickly, and don't make trouble for the Lan family

Zhen Hualian thought so in her heart, but she couldn't let go of her warm and soft body, like a trembling lotus petal in a hurricane, tightly grasping the last sliver of vitality, afraid that she would be like duckweed Generally disappear in the wind knife frost sword.

"Lian'er." Suddenly, an old voice came from behind.

Zhen Hualian's ten fingers holding Lan Yiqian's clothes trembled slightly, sobbing and unable to raise her face full of tears: "Grandfather..."

The granddaughter who was pampered since childhood cried like this, and it is even more heartbreaking to be a grandfather.Mrs. Zhen held onto the door frame, stood still, glanced at the bewildered Lan Yiqian, took a deep breath, as if she had made a decision, and whispered: "You don't have to wait until three days later... Before today’s time, remember to come back.” The matter of sending away the granddaughter should not be too publicized, it can be done before the city gate is locked, and the chaos of the scattered market at dusk can be used to deceive people’s eyes and ears.

Zhen Hualian was startled—what did her grandfather mean, let her leave the house now, and then... come back before the time?

Taifu Zhen looked around at the quaint four treasures of the study in his granddaughter's room. The two koi on the lotus on the inkstone drop were still lively and agile. Unfortunately, these were ancient relics given to his granddaughter by the Empress Dowager and could not be taken away.Taking a deep breath again, Mrs. Zhen said slowly, "If you want to find Miss Lin, just go...don't leave any regrets."

Marrying into an ordinary rural family, not to mention poetry and songs, I am afraid that even pens, inks, papers and inkstones have become luxury goods... This is the last chance, just want to indulge again, Zhen Hualian hugged Lan Yiqian tightly again, she, also Don't want to leave any regrets.

A moment later, the family members of Zhen's Mansion rode fast horses to Lin's Mansion, Xue's Mansion, and Baolinghou's Mansion to inform the three girls that they agreed to meet in the inner courtyard of Botan Temple in the capital for female pilgrims three quarters later.

The carriage of Zhen's mansion also left the mansion in a hurry, Zhen Hualian sat crookedly, trying to put rouge on her cheeks, she was going to meet Lin Daiyu who she had always disliked - so she didn't want to see her His face was pale and his eyes were still swollen!

Lan Yiqian hugged her in her arms and made a soft cushion, which was very comfortable: "Lian'er, why are you crying, and your old man, that face is so ugly... the sixth prince used to play truant from school When the ice finally fell into the ice hole, the old man's face was not so dark!"

By the way, I almost forgot, there is nothing that ignorant fool Yun Nuo can't do!Zhen Hualian chuckled, but the tears overflowed again. From now on, she should never see that idiot little prince again, right?

"Don't worry about me, I'm very happy now, really..." In the future, I will never see Yun Nuo, that little idiot who always embarrasses me, and I will never see that little idiot who makes me feel stuck all the time. Lin Daiyu is gone, and she doesn't have to be ridiculed by that naughty little princess anymore, that is, she doesn't know what will happen to her family, whether her sister can keep the child in her belly...

Tears fell down again, but Silver Teeth clenched tightly.Zhen Hualian has always been proud and always will be.

At the other end, in the carriage of the Lin family, there were two young ladies and four servant girls.

Among the maidservants, Chunying and Yinger both had the word "Ying" in their names, and they were also about the same age, so they got to know each other very quickly, and they gathered together around the gurgling stove in the carriage, very leisurely.

Daiyu picked up the tea that Chunying had just brewed, took a sip, looked at Baochai who was sitting upright, and felt a little embarrassed: "Sister Bao, I accepted Miss Zhen's poetry competition on my own initiative... ...How is Sister Bao's injury? Does it still hurt?"

Baochai smiled and deliberately teased her: "Instead of apologizing to me, you should think about how to deal with that stubborn and stubborn young lady later! Yunmeizi has promised someone and is embroidering a dowry, so she can't get out , Miss Zhen, don't eat you!"

Isn't this an obvious joke that the things I promised others were not settled in the end!Daiyu blushed, and got angry: "How did you know that she was looking for it in such a hurry, there are no posts! Hmph, when the time comes, I won't punish her for drinking, she should be thankful!"

Baochai smiled, and continued joking: "This is going to a monastery, where did you get the wine? Besides, even if there is wine, if you punish her for being rude, wouldn't it be more reasonable for her to punish you for missing the appointment?"

That is, especially, Zhen Hualian has a blue girl who drinks like drinking water. On her side, let alone sister Bao who is recovering from a serious injury and cannot drink alcohol, even if she can drink, the two of them are half the size of Lan Yiqian. !

Daiyu pouted and murmured dissatisfiedly: "Sister Bao is still like this, before the poem is written, Miss Zhen and I have been beaten fifty times each!"

Baochai was taken aback for a moment, and felt that what she just said was inappropriate. The Xue family's fortunes were in decline, and her elder brother used the excuse of going to the north to discuss business. , I can't be soft-hearted, I won't care about myself.

Baochai reflected on her words and deeds, but did not realize that Daiyu also regretted her slip of the tongue—the "still" she said just now clearly referred to her sister Bao in her previous life, who was always upright...sometimes it makes people jealous, but it makes people jealous. People have to obey.

There was an awkward silence in the carriage, and the two girls were a little awkward.Chun Ying, who had been concentrating on looking at the stove, suddenly reminded with a smile: "Just now, this servant took a look, and it seems that we are almost at Botan Temple."

"It's from the Zhen's family in a carriage at Sikou, it seems that Miss Zhen has arrived first." The boy who drove the carriage also reminded.

"She is the lord, of course she will arrive first." After the carriage stopped, Daiyu cautiously jumped off and went to help Baochai again, "Sister Bao, be careful, and be careful of 'unkind comers'!"

Baochai clutched her heart and jumped down, looked at the inner courtyard hidden in the lush greenery, and shook her head: "I'm not afraid of that, I'm afraid, we have to 'return to the guest'."

No matter who is the master, it is a rare and unrestrained fighting poem, but it must not be completely let go, no one will let anyone else!

Two graceful and graceful young girls entered the courtyard gracefully. In the main hall, the proud girl was leaning against the chubby girl. She had already prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, a smile with raised eyebrows, a dignified gesture, and a zero. Fragmented melon seeds and dried fruits, everything seems to be so harmonious, and the variable, just at this moment——

"Bang!" In the small study of the prince and grandson, a piece of brush fell to the ground and shattered into snow-white lotus petals.

Yun Ya stared at the broken brush washer, feeling a sense of panic in his heart for no reason.

Some people were very happy, Yun Nuo rushed up from behind, and the two brothers hooked his neck tightly, complaining and asking for credit at the same time: "You have too many books! You are out of the palace, but you still have all of them." You have to take it out! Thank you, I helped you order one by one!"

Yun Ya looked at the broken pen washer, and consciously changed the subject: "Why don't you write 'love poems' today?"

"Today, little Lian'er asked Miss Lin and the others to compete in poems at Botan Temple, can what I write compare with theirs?" Yun Nuo complained, but couldn't help but feel happy for Little Lian'er, "Teacher Zhen finally put her It was released, and it was locked up for more than a month, which is too much..."

Yun Ya was startled, and subconsciously grabbed his wrist: "What did you say? Miss Zhen is going out to fight poetry at this time?"

"What, what's the matter?" Yun Nuo stammered, "Little Lian'er has always liked poetry..."

Yun Ya's handsome brows were furrowed—he entered the palace today in the name of retrieving the books left in the palace; but in fact, the emperor showed him a secret letter from Guangxi: Zhen Qing collaborated with the enemy, and the Zhen family might be destroyed.

He fell silent after reading it, and the emperor was not in a hurry, and looked at him patiently.

After a long time, Yun Ya pleaded with the emperor in a slightly dry voice—Teacher Zhen had a relationship with him as a teacher and apprentice, and he really couldn't bear to see the Zhen family end up like this.

I remember that at that time, the emperor sighed softly, "Teacher Zhen is your teacher, why was he not my teacher", but there was nothing else.

Yun Ya knew that the emperor alone could not make a decision on this matter, and could only pretend not to know until the censor came back; Guangxi investigated the case, and the capital originally looked at it as a joke, but the Zhen family has always been careful, and it is impossible to find out without thinking information.

He thought that Mrs. Zhen must have made preparations, but why would Zhen Hualian go out to fight poetry at this time?And also made an appointment...

The more Yun Ya thought about it, the more puzzled he became. He looked up and saw Yun Nuo biting his fingernails boredly, but he woke up suddenly and grabbed Yun Nuo: "How do you know about this?" Who told him about the Zhen family?

"Hey, you don't know that, I've already prepared. I know exactly what little Lian'er likes to eat!"

Yun Nuo was triumphant, but Yun Ya was drenched in cold sweat——Yun Nuo had no power of his own, and the only person he could use...wasn't it his mother and concubine's natal family, the Lu family!

Thinking of this, how could Yun Ya sit still?He walked out quickly, fortunately he entered the palace today in the name of moving books, and all the people sent by the bodyguard department brought them in!

"Hey, where are you going?" Yun Nuo was in a hurry, he was still detained in the palace by his concubine mother, Yun Ya came and left now, wouldn't there be no one to talk to him anymore?

"You stay in the palace, I will notify you if something happens!" Yun Ya warned sharply, "Don't, promise, leave the palace!"

Leaving the palace in a hurry, the sedan chair changed horses directly, and hurried to Botan Temple with a whip - I hope I was wrong, or, I hope there is still time!

And in Botan Temple, Daiyu and Baochai were about to enter the yard to pick up brushes, ink, paper and inkstone——

"Miss, be careful!" The guard who couldn't tell which one came suddenly said, and in an instant, Daiyu Baochai and a group of maids were firmly locked in the encirclement by several guards, while the others— He was actually fighting with a group of men in black who suddenly jumped out!

Sword light and sword shadow, bloody silver light.

There were surprise attacks not only outside the house, but also inside the house. The guards of Zhen's family did not dare to enter the courtyard where the girl was. Fortunately, Lan Yiqian, who had practiced martial arts for many years, grabbed the candlestick next to the tribute and slammed it hard at the black-clothed assassin who rushed over. Then, suddenly pushed Zhen Hualian's head under the altar!

"Hide, don't come out!" Lan Yiqian roared, followed by the ping-pong sound of close combat.

As expected, Lan Yiqian came from a family of martial arts, even though she didn't have a weapon in her hand, she still relied on her stature and agility to fight with the assassin.The guardian of the Zhen family also chased after them, sword shadows flew across, and under the stalemate, both sides soon became bloody with cruelty.

In the yard, Daiyu and Baochai hugged each other tightly, and looked at the dripping blood, not daring to breathe, pinching her own palm tightly, forcing herself not to faint.

Most of the guards in Lin's residence are imperial guards. Although they are highly skilled in martial arts, but there are so many assassins, the two sides can only stalemate. Unexpectedly, after a few moves, a man who seems to be the leader suddenly recognized him in the distance: " A recruit from the navy?"

Before this side could react, the leader suddenly let out a long roar, ordering everyone: "It's not the two outside, go inside!"

--in?Could it be that they are here for Miss Zhen and Miss Lan?

Before the people outside could react, the assassins rushed into the inner courtyard recklessly, and regardless of the pursuit behind them, they rushed towards the girl inside as if desperately. Lan Yiqian had no weapons and was surrounded for a while. , seeing a sharp knife stabbing from behind——

The sound of sharp blades entering the body was cruel and shrill.Lan Yiqian stared blankly at Zhen Hualian who rushed over to hug her, the blood splattered on the back of her heart, and the long sword dripping with blood...

The girl's soft gauze dress is graceful and graceful, and the gauze sleeves that have lost their weight are falling down, and a piece of light white Xuan slowly slips from the sleeves, stained with blood on the sleeves, and two lines of small characters are dripping: "Fu Xing Goddess Hush Yaojing, life is like summer flowers sending mayflies."

The author has something to say: lotus, summer flower also.