Jia She of the Red Chamber is reborn and meets the real and fake prince

Mrs. Wang specially ordered her servants to make a bowl of tonic soup, in order to comfort her eldest son who was studying hard. Facing the woman's kindly smiling face, Jia Zhu stared coldly at the bowl of brown rice with a gloomy and fair face. I don't know what kind of tricks are thinking in my heart.

"Brother Zhu, try it, it will strengthen your body. Is my son confident in this imperial examination?" Mrs. Wang asked with a smile, as if she didn't notice the storm in her son's eyes.

"Shang Ke, mother don't need to worry too much, Zhu'er will redouble her introspection, study hard, strive to be admitted to Jinshi, and win for you and father." The thing Jia Zhu hates the most now is to mention her own exam, They only care about my study and study all day long, and they don’t even take it seriously when I’m sick. They want to hope that their children will become dragons and their daughters will become phoenixes. Parents, what are you going to do?

"Mother's good son is really sensible. Your sister is suffering in the palace, and mother can't help her. Your younger brother Baoyu is still so young. Mother can only count on Brother Zhu to help your eldest sister." The youngest son with a brighter future is Baoyu, but Baoyu is young and is still breastfeeding. She is not so stupid as to completely ignore the feelings of her eldest son. As soon as her personal servant girl reminds her, she intends to show off her motherhood. Affection.

"Zhu'er knows what mother wants." Jia Zhu's mind is also precocious. The changes in his family's status in recent years have made him understand the importance of power. As soon as he ascended the throne as the emperor, he himself would be able to achieve great success without having to look at their faces. Uncle Jia She of the big house is a successful example of relying on showing his face in front of today.

"Then drink it quickly, it's good to drink it while it's hot." Seeing this, Mrs. Wang urged.

In order to show her sincerity, Jia Zhu endured the hotness of the soup and drank it all in one breath. The spirit in the room is also radiant.

He showed a cute smile, handed the empty bowl to the maid standing beside him, and said in a soft voice: "Mother's concern is in Zhu'er's belly, is mother relieved?"

"Don't worry, Zhu Ge'er has always been the most sympathetic to mother..." There was no time to say the word "Reassured", because Madam Wang was about to be scared to death, her Zhu Ge'er...

"Mother, you are so cruel." Jia Zhu foamed at the mouth, her face was red and terrible, her expression was ferocious and painful, and her face was full of disbelief, as if she couldn't believe that her biological mother would kill her.

"Bang bang" the fragments of the empty bowl fell to the ground, the maid hurriedly went out to ask someone to inform Jia Daishan and the servant to find the doctor.

"It's none of my business, I didn't do it on purpose, brother Zhu, you trust mother." Mrs. Wang was so frightened that she shed tears as if she didn't want money.

She didn't stay in the room to recuperate, but something happened, and she tried to make up soup to cause Jia Zhu's accident. Jia Daishan was so angry that his beard was about to stand up, and he called his mother-in-law to shut the daughter-in-law, Mrs. Wang, back into the room .

But before the doctor came, there was a bad news from inside: "Brother Zhu has gone."

Mother Jia was so angry that she almost had a stroke because of Mrs. Wang's stupidity, and she is still in a coma.

When Jia Zheng heard that his feet could not stand still, his eyes darkened and he fainted immediately. His eldest son was gone. When he thought that it was Mrs. Wang who did the evil, the pain and hatred in his heart burned his reason like a fire. , now he can't wait to strangle that temptress to death, poison her parents and children, that inhuman bitch.

Jia She and Yan Wu didn't want to wading through the muddy waters, lest bad rumors spread afterwards, and it happened that Jia Zheng, the father, was also there, so they went back to the house and told Jia Daishan before they left: "Father, She'er Don't bother you any more, let's go back first."

Jia Daishan also felt that they would not be able to help if they stayed, but his mind was still flexible. Seeing that there was no one around, he did not give up and wanted to ask: "Is there really no medicine to save Brother Zhu?"

"It's not that there isn't one, but Brother Zhu can't afford it." After hearing this, Jia She felt a little embarrassed. He had the life-prolonging elixir and the elixir for bringing the dead back to life. Only with the protection of dragon energy can he withstand the chance of prolonging his life. If not, he would like to prepare a life prolonging elixir for his father, but he can't.

As for bringing the dead back to life, hehe, if you come back to life without a big backer, the next second the thunder will come down and kill you and return you to the underworld to report.

The only thing he, a son, can do is to let Jia Daishan die in peace and health.

"Can't afford it? What's the point?" Jia Daishan said disappointedly.

"Even if a person whose life is as thin as paper takes the longevity pill, the king of hell will not keep him until the fifth watch. Because he doesn't have the dignity to let the master of the king of hell go down the steps. The emperor is a generation of Mingjun. His old man has dragon energy to protect his body and rule the world. Meritorious service naturally deserves the blessing of prolonging life.

What has Brother Zhu done, have you done any good deeds for the poor people?Have you ever contributed to Sheji Jiangshan?

Moreover, even the Supreme Emperor cannot take the longevity pill indefinitely. Once, twice or three times is no problem, and seven or eight times is absolutely impossible. After all, Lord Yama still has to perform his priestly duties. Only those with great merit and virtue can be blessed by the heavens if they are brought back to life. "Jia Amnesty finally revealed the reason why he couldn't sell a few longevity pills for so many years.

Jia Daishan is an old man, so he can't hear the embarrassment of the eldest son and his contempt for Jia Zhu, the grandson, and he knows that the eldest son has not perfunctory himself, nor has he lied.

He only asked when he was old and soft-hearted, and he felt guilty in his heart. In fact, he didn't care much about this grandson. His favorite grandson was actually Jia Hu, the eldest son of Jia She, who died early. The lively and lovely grandson is only four years old.

Jia Daishan shook his head dejectedly, and said: "Xie'er, you and Yan Huwei go back, it's not suitable for you to stay longer if there is a funeral at the house."

After the separation, according to the rules of etiquette, Jia She, who is a big house, does not need to leave the house so early, especially if the person who died is a junior, naturally there is no rule for the elders to guard the spirit. face.

Back at the Imperial Teacher's Mansion, Jia Amnesty was still full of sighs. Unexpectedly, Zhu Geer, who was married to his wife Li Wan, had neither married a wife nor had a posthumous child in his whole life. He died innocently in the study at the age of seventeen. .

"Yan Yan, do I change the fate of others? Brother Zhu has no life in this life, because I know that Brother Zhu's daughter-in-law will have such a miserable fate in the future, and I feel very unwilling to think of myself who is suffering from the same disease, so I will Who knew that Brother Zhu was so unlucky, Yanyan, am I going too far?" Jia She said weakly, lying in his arms, with a guilty look, as if in his eyes. Don't be so obvious about the secret joy, maybe Yan Wu can deceive himself a little bit.

Yan Wu suppressed his conscience and said with a smile: "Jia Zhu herself is not blessed, no wonder you are on the top of your head, don't be sad, Enhou can do whatever he wants, from the moment we are reborn, the love of the people we know Destiny will naturally change, and if it changes, it will change, and I am here."

The last sentence is super domineering, and Jia She is fascinated by the other party.

"Yan Yan without a mask is indeed the most beautiful person in the world." Jia She's words were referring to Yan Wu who hadn't taken that medicine anymore, the obsessive appreciation in his tone was already very blatant.

Hearing these words, Yan Wu still has goosebumps, and his heart is so strong that he can still show approval in his eyes. It is not a good thing for such a narcissistic and lovely prince to not have his little fan Jia She. .

At least from this point of view, the two are a match made in heaven.

Instead of taking drugs for the pleasure of his lover, the price Yan Wu has to pay is the biting cold every night. The coldness pierces his heart and makes his soul tremble. Large ice cubes, also warm.

For this reason, Jia Amnesty felt sorry for Yan Wu again, but he couldn't understand what happened to the other party. After asking him, he found out, because Yan Wu said that it was his own constitution problem, and his natural constitution could not be changed. The medicine that darkened the skin on his face was used to regulate his body temperature.

In order to solve the troublesome physique of his sweetheart, Jia She went to Wen Su's house and dragged Hua Hua who was eating back home forcefully. My lord helplessly watched Hua Hua being taken away by Jia She, with a complicated expression on his face.

Wen Su felt that he had to think about the importance of his feelings for Huahua and his feelings for Yan Junshi.

As for Jia Zhu's funeral, it was not the turn of Jia She, the uncle of the neighbor's house, to deal with it, and the elders were there.

Jia Zhu can also be regarded as an unlucky child who died before he was born. He died because of the kindness of his biological mother who drank too much soup. The cause of this illness and death is a big stain on Jia Zheng. A stupid daughter-in-law.

After the funeral in Rongguo Mansion, the Wang family came to apologize and begged the Jia family not to divorce their wives. Jia Amnesty told the "patient" Yan Wuwei as a bedtime story.

Yan Wu could only smile reluctantly and accept the little lover's full of concern.

The author has something to say:

Little cuties, you are so cruel.

How so quiet! ! !

The author held his chest and spat out a mouthful of old blood in disbelief, and died (quietly opened one eye, hey, hey, Yaoyao Ling, is anyone there?)