Rebirth of the third master of the ring of the Red Chamber

There are three meat and two vegetables and a soup pot on the small round table. A pair of chopsticks picked up the food and stuffed it into a small, bright red mouth. The bulging cheeks kept wriggling, and then swallowed .

"One more bowl." Jia Huan wiped his mouth and handed the empty bowl to the little girl standing beside him.

"Third Master, this is the fifth bowl..." Que'er reminded hesitantly, staring at the child's still shriveled belly.Where did you eat so much?

Jia Huan's face was gloomy, his long and narrow eyes squinted.Whoever does not feed him is his enemy.

"My servant will serve it to you immediately. You are growing up, eat more!" Que'er's heart trembled, and he quickly took the bowl.

After cleaning up all the dishes on the table, he mixed the remaining soup with rice and rushed it into his mouth. Jia Huan patted his stomach contentedly.Due to the particularity of his ability, he eats a lot. When he was in the base, he ate the most and had the weakest ability. It was difficult for those people to bear him for so long.

"Let's go for a stroll." After drinking a cup of tea, Jia Huan walked slowly outside the courtyard.

Looking at the sky for a while under the corridor, watching the fish for a while by the pond, and watching the birds for a while under the tree, the two stopped step by step and walked around to a rockery.

"The flowers bloom well, pick some for me." Jia Huan pointed to a clump of fiery red roses swaying in the wind on the mountain.

"Hey, just wait." Que'er lifted up her skirt and climbed up, carefully picking out the most beautiful and colorful flowers.

Jia Huan took it, and sniffed deeply at the tip of her nose. Her long and narrow peach eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and her crimson lips seemed to be upturned, making her look extremely intoxicated.

The child who is less than four feet five inches tall is still very thin, wrapped in a smoky gray brocade fringe gown, a stone blue jade-inlaid belt outlines the slender waist, and the autumn wind blows into the empty sleeve gown , the posture of holding flowers and smiling really has an elegant and beautiful beauty that rides the wind.

Only then did Que'er realize that Third Master Huan's appearance is not inferior to Second Master Bao's.It's just that the second master Bao is very noble, and he has completely inherited the beauty of Aunt Zhao.This kind of beauty is already lacking in dignity, coupled with the original third master's habit of hunched over, his eyes flicking around, and his sneaky behavior abruptly turned this kind of beauty into a disgusting vulgarity.

But it's different now, ever since he broke his head, Mr. Huan no longer gives sneaky glances, but stares straight at you with his slack, dark, deep pupils.There seems to be something invisible in his eyes, bit by bit penetrated into the flesh, into the heart and lungs, into the marrow of the bone, hooking out your deepest and most secret secrets.This gloomy temperament, set off by the gorgeous appearance, has a kind of magical attraction, which makes people want to see it, but they dare not look at it too much.

Thinking of this, Que'er trembled, and when he looked at Third Master Huan again, a huge drop of sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

I saw that the child had completely lost the elegant look before, and was squinting slightly, ignoring the sharp thorns on the stems, grabbing a few roses in the palm of his hand and crushing them vigorously, the dark red flower juice leaked out from between his fingers, flowing along the snow-white His bright wrists flowed into his sleeves, soaking a large piece of fabric.But he didn't seem to notice it, he spread his palms and sniffed the more intense and purer smell after the flowers were destroyed.

"Only rotten flowers smell intoxicating. Don't you think so?" Jia Huan shook off the flower mud in his palm, wiped it slowly with a handkerchief, and then turned to smile at Que'er.Seeing beautiful things, he always couldn't suppress the destructive desire in his heart, so he had to restrain himself a little next time.

"Huan, Third Master Huan said so." Que'er couldn't help but take two steps back, his face turned pale.

Second Lord Bao loves and cherishes flowers. He couldn't bear to trample on the petals that fell to the ground.Even if the people in Jia's mansion are not as innocent and innocent as the two of them, they still have to show pity on their faces. Have you ever seen such a flower-destroying madman?

The smile of Mr. Huan rubbing the rotten flowers is very beautiful and charming, but there is an evil spirit for no reason, which makes people wonder whether he treats people like flowers. One second is warm and tender, and the next second Ruthlessly destroyed.

Que'er had to admit that Third Master Huan was very scary now, she didn't even dare to look at each other, let alone be as provocative and stubborn as before.

Aunt Zhao rushed over to rescue Que'er who was in dire straits, "Huan'er, the doctor is here, come back with me." Saying that, she dragged him away.

The doctor untied the gauze, and said in a slightly surprised tone, "Hey, the wound has healed in just four days?" However, the child's resilience is already strong, so he didn't think much about it and continued to feel the pulse.

Jia Huan knew that his abilities were still very weak and would not arouse suspicion, so he didn't try to hide it.In this life, he lacks the crystal nucleus to quickly upgrade his level. His ability can only be honed little by little. He is destined not to go against the sky, but this is a world without much danger. As long as he learns a unparalleled medical skill to cover up, it will be enough up.He studied western medicine in his previous life, and when he lived alone, he tasted all kinds of herbs and knew all about the properties of medicines. It would not be difficult for him to switch to Chinese medicine.

After taking the pulse, Aunt Zhao winked at the doctor, and the two went outside to talk softly.

"How? Is there any cure?"

"Judging from the pulse condition, Young Master Ling is not in serious trouble."

"How can it be all right? Hesai eats nonsense every day and doesn't see a full stomach. After eating, he giggles at the sun. He can watch flowers, grass, birds, fish all day long, and his temper is yin and yang. Yang is elusive, how can nothing happen?"

"That's because you've hurt your soul and made you stupid. Forgive me for my shallow medical skills and helplessness. You should find another expert."

The doctor made a bow, and hurried away with the medicine box on his back.

Aunt Zhao wanted to cry without tears, so she broke a handkerchief outside before pushing the door in. Seeing Jia Huan twisting a piece of glutinous rice cake into his mouth, she was so angry that she strode over to pat him on the back of his hand. , Drinking and cursing, "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat all day! If you are told to go to school, you will not go, and if you are told to greet the old lady, you will not go. What are you going to do? In the future, Baoyu will inherit the family business. Are you going to beg for food in the street with a broken bowl? You useless little bastard, how can I call my aunt in the future!"

The glutinous rice cake in his hand was knocked down, and the bowls and plates holding the cake were also broken. Jia Huan let Aunt Zhao beat him for a while before he said calmly, "I'm hungry."

Aunt Zhao, who was so full of tears, choked, gritted her teeth, and wanted to punch him a few more times. Seeing the wound where his hair hadn't grown yet, she couldn't bear it, so she pinched her nose and called, "Bring me another plate of cake."

Seeing that her son got something to eat, she immediately beamed with joy. Aunt Zhao's heart moved, and she coaxed, "Huan'er, if you are willing to go and pay your respects to the old lady, Auntie will stew my old Zhao's secret rock sugar knuckle for you every day, how about it?"

Thinking of the crispy, fragrant, salty-sweet elbow that melted in the mouth, Jia Huan hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Deal."

"Good boy, let's go now. Just say hello and don't talk too much." While the iron was hot, Aunt Zhao quickly snatched the cake from her son and dragged him to the room.

Jia Zheng is a pedantic person and strictly abides by etiquette. Therefore, although Aunt Zhao is used to pinching the sharp point to be strong, she does not fail to take care of the mistress such as opening the curtain, watching tea, serving the dishes, and beating the legs.If Jia Zheng were to know that Jia Huan refused to go to even the most basic greetings, he would be disgusted.Furthermore, this backyard is respected by the old lady, and if the old lady likes it, the mother and child can get more benefits and convenience.

When they went to the room, Zhou Rui's family came close to Mrs. Wang's ear and whispered, "The doctor just sent him away, saying that brother Huan was injured and his mind is not clear. I'm afraid it will be..."

"Oh? Are you missing a soul? What should I do?" Mrs. Wang frowned, her face was worried, but the corners of her mouth covered with a veil were slightly raised.

"Well, tell the girls below to obey him in the future. If he likes to look at flowers, he will look at flowers, and if he likes to overeat, then he will overeat. Just let him go through this experience happily. He It’s also a hard life.” Sighed, as if remembering something, he quickly added, “Just a little bit, don’t let him get close to Baoyu. His mind is confused, who knows what he will do.”

"Hey, I'll give you an order right away." Zhou Rui's family nodded and were about to retreat when someone outside reported, "Aunt Zhao and Third Master Huan are here."

"Let them in quickly." Mrs. Wang raised her eyebrows and waved her handkerchief in greeting.

"Greetings to my wife, Huan'er is already well, thanks to the medicinal materials that my wife gave me..." As soon as she entered the door, Aunt Zhao pressed Jia Huan to salute, flattering her without repeating words, just to cover up her son's abnormality.

Mrs. Wang motioned for the two to sit down, smiling and nodding from time to time.

After Jia Huan sat down, he smelled a strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.He sniffed, his slack pupils condensed, and he fixedly looked at the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Mrs. Wang's hand.

Seeing this scene, Aunt Zhao tied a neat note.

Mrs. Wang chuckled, "Brother Huan seems to be hungry, Jin Chuan, send the cakes to Brother Huan."

Standing behind him, Jin Chuan agreed, and brought the dishes to Jia Huan.

Regardless of Aunt Zhao's stare, Jia Huan picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and sniffed it. He narrowed his peach eyes happily, first licked with his tongue, smacked his lips stained with sweetness, and then swallowed it whole, his cheeks on both sides swelled. Old Gao.

The taste is so beautiful, the taste is especially delicate!The things in Mrs. Wang's room are indeed more advanced than Aunt Zhao's!He sighed secretly in his heart, and stuffed two or three more into his mouth.

Sure enough, it seems that the starved ghost has been reincarnated.Mrs. Wang was scornful in her heart, but she smiled more kindly on her face, telling him to eat slowly and keep eating after eating.

Aunt Zhao stared so hard that her eyeballs almost popped out, wishing she could slap that pig-like child back.Eat, eat, eat!Eat you to death!

It seemed that the curse had come true, a ball of unmelted pastry stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it no matter what.Jia Huan stretched her neck, rolled her eyes, beat her chest... It was a lot of trouble.

"Feed me water! Brother Huan is choking!" Mrs. Wang said hastily.

Aunt Zhao didn't care about getting angry, and while slapping her son vigorously on the back, she snatched the teapot from Jin Chuan's hand and poured it into his mouth.

"Cough, cough, finally alive!" After finally swallowing the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Jia Huan let out a long sigh, not waiting for Aunt Zhao to put away her startled expression, and picked up another sweet-scented osmanthus cake in a blink of an eye to continue eating.

"Jia Huan! You're not willing to eat to death, are you?" Aunt Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, she grabbed his ear and yelled.

"If I can choose how to die, I really plan to die by eating in my life." Jia Huan nodded seriously, and threw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth.People who have never been in the last days do not know that choking to death on food is actually a great happiness.

Mrs. Wang and Zhou Rui's family looked at each other, and a strong sneer flashed in their eyes.

The author has something to say: In order to encourage the winners of the quiz with prizes: Huo Xin, Nuonuo, and Xiao Handler, four changes are made today.

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