Jialan: Crossing the Red Chamber

Lan was depressed and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

Jia Lan was taken aback, and quickly replied, "It's okay."

Yi Yanqiu glanced at him and said, "Don't bring your emotions into your work, it's not responsible for you or your work."

Jia Lan blushed for a while, stood up straight and respectfully replied: "Understood, sir."

Yi Yanqiu nodded, and said to Li Li: "You can push it to me, I won't wait for you." After speaking, without waiting for Li Li to answer, he walked away with his hands behind his back.

Jia Lan also calmed down and helped Li Li search for information.

After two days like this, the sky cleared up a lot. Although the snow on the ground had not completely melted away, the roads and paths had been cleared.That night, Jia Lan declined Li Li's invitation and walked home alone.

As he walked, he couldn't help but think of the quarrel with Shui Rong that day.Jia Lan regretted that his words were ruthless that day, and water melting was naturally for his own good.It's just how he can understand his own thoughts.

In the past few days, the concubine Yuan in the palace also fell ill, several people in Jia's mansion invited orders to visit the palace every day, and Jia Lan also went there once.

It has been several years since the last time I saw relatives, Jia Lan's body has grown a lot, and she is also stronger than before.It's just that Concubine Yuan's face is not what it used to be.She called Jia Lan close to her, held his hand and said, "I'm afraid the Jia family's century-old glory is coming to an end. I thought that my uncle and brothers in the family have no great talents, so I would have resigned and left early. I just didn't want you to be born." .Baoyu is already missed, Lan'er, you will always remember Jia's family in everything you do in the future, and seek peace for Jia's family."

Jia Lan replied: "Your Majesty, don't worry. If there is no Jia family, there will be no Jia Lan. Your servant understands. Please take care of yourself, Madam."

Concubine Yuan smiled and said, "You still have to stay in the Imperial Academy for three years. For you, I have to take care of my health."

Seeing her sick face, Jia Lan couldn't help feeling sad.

With Concubine Yuan in one day, the Holy Majesty can't do anything to the Jia family. Jia Lan understands, and Concubine Yuan understands even more.But, can Concubine Yuan really last three years?And who can guarantee that within these three years, there will be no big troubles in Jia's mansion, making the emperor anxious?

Jia Lan tossed and turned thinking about what had happened recently, he was a little lost in thought, he didn't pay attention to the road ahead, and almost missed the person walking oncoming by accident.He hurriedly dodged to the side without looking up, and continued to walk forward slowly.Unexpectedly, when the man stepped in front of him, Jia Lan didn't hold back his forward body, and bumped into the man sullenly.

He was about to back away, but suddenly he smelled a familiar smell.Jia Lan couldn't help being overjoyed, and suddenly raised his head, the next moment he felt something hit the top of his head.

It hurts, he hugged his head and screamed.

There was a sigh above his head, and his hands were covered with warmth, Jia Lan couldn't help laughing.

Shui Rong raised his face, looked at the smiling face, sighed again, pinched his cheek and said: "When I hit someone, I cried out the pain first."

Jia Lan giggled, reached out to touch Shui Rong's red chin, and said, "I'll rub it for you."

Shui Rong's eyes were bent, he bowed slightly, and did not refuse.

Jia Lan asked, "Is the concubine okay?" Shui Rong's chin was a little sharp, and Jia Lan couldn't help pinching and kneading it for fun, laughing out loud.

Shui Rong pulled his hand down angrily and said, "It's okay." He paused and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, let's have a cup of tea together."

Jia Lan looked at him and said with a smile, "Well, I want to talk to you too."

It is still the teahouse.

Most of the first watch is over, the weather is cold, there are not many pedestrians on the street, and the teahouse is even more deserted.

Asked for a private room, the waiter served hot tea, and they all retreated.Shui Rong didn't follow the attendants either.It's such a big tea house, but there are only two of them.

Shui Rong took a sip of tea, put down the teacup and said slowly: "That day I was the one who spoke seriously, I apologize to you, don't take it to heart."

Jia Lan's eyes widened when he heard that, he jumped off his chair, stood in front of Shui Rong and said anxiously: "I was wrong that day, I should be the one apologizing to you."

Shui Rong rubbed his head, smiled lightly and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Jia Lan said, "I shouldn't have yelled at you and called you an asshole." When he said the last two words, Jia Lan lowered his head and his voice was as low as a mosquito.

"Well, you still say you hate me." Shui Rong asked, "Do you hate me?"

Jia Lan hurriedly shook his head like a rattle.

Shui Rong sighed: "I was very angry that day. I thought that after working hard to raise it for so long, I never thought that I raised a white-eyed wolf. You must have forgotten how good I was to you before."

Jia Lan looked at him pitifully, "I'm sorry."

Shui Rong turned his head away from looking at him: "I've been at home for five days, and you haven't visited me, because I'm an irrelevant person, so don't care."

Jia Lan was in a hurry, and grabbed his sleeve to defend: "No, no, isn't your mansion not allowing people to enter? General Li has been stopped, and I went, how can I enter?"

"If you don't give it a try, how do you know if you can get in?"

Jalan was speechless for a moment.

Shui Rong patted his head, his eyes dimmed slightly, "Actually, I've been sick for the past few days. Because of the unstable current situation, my mother announced that she was seriously ill."

Jia Lan let out an "ah" and hurriedly said, "Why are you sick?"

Shui Rong said: "Because of the wind and cold, it's much better now."

Jia Lan looked at Shui Rong's face carefully, and saw that he was paler than before, and couldn't help but feel sad, and said, "I caused you to be hurt."

Shui Rong smiled and said, "Yes, it's all for you."

Jalan was even more sad.

Seeing that Jia Lan was frowning, Shui Rong pulled up a chair, put it in front of him, pushed Jia Lan and said, "Sit down, I'll tell you something."

Jialan sat down as promised.

Shui Rong caressed the rim of the teacup, looking at the floating tea leaves in the cup, as if thinking about how to speak.Jia Lan looked at him quietly, not daring to interrupt.

After a while, Shui Rong asked, "You know how my father died, right?"

Jia Lan was taken aback, thought for a while and said, "I heard he died on the battlefield." After he finished speaking, his heart sank, and he probably understood why Shui Rong kept preventing him from going to the battlefield.

Shui Rong Fang Buddha is recalling: "At that time, he hadn't entered the frontier for a long time, but the war in the northwest was tight, and he was the only one who could stop the whole dynasty. He had to go to the country and the people. Everyone had high expectations for him. Let’s all celebrate together.”

"I don't know whether the ending is good or bad. The frontier won a big victory, but he died in the battle and never came back."

The fingertips of Shui Rong's fingers holding the cup turned white, and the veins were exposed. Jia Lan hesitated to step forward and let go of his fingers, but heard a crisp sound, the cup shattered into several pieces, and water slowly oozes out from under Shui Rong's fist. wisps of blood.

Panicked, Jia Lan hurriedly pulled his hand away, only to see that the white palm was hideous.

His throat tightened and he couldn't speak. He quickly picked out the broken porcelain pieces, tore off a piece of the lining of his clothes, and wrapped the water-soluble palms carefully.

Looking up and seeing Shui Rong's expressionless face, he suddenly didn't know what to say.After a pause, he said, "I'll be fine."

Shui Rong raised his hand, stroked Jia Lan's cheek and said, "When my father left, those who loved him regretted it for the rest of their lives. I don't want such useless regrets."

Jia Lan felt a little uncomfortable being touched by him, turned his head slightly, and said in silence for a moment: "I don't want to regret it forever."

He turned his head to look at Shui Rong and said, "Xue Pan beat someone to death. My second uncle Lian helped to manage the matter. He got through the door and lost the other person's life in vain. My grandfather was just promoted to a doctor at the beginning of Qiuqiu. In the past few months, Jia My relatives and neighbors from far and wide took advantage of this honor to do a lot of stupid things. I only knew about these things when my subordinates told me about them. Then how much I don’t know? How many things I don’t know? Can it be used as fatal evidence to bring down the Jia family?"

"The imperial concubine Yuan is not in good health recently. I heard the old ancestor wipe away his tears and say that he might not be able to survive this winter. After this winter is over, how many winters can Jia's mansion have? By then, my mother, the old lady, What about my wife, my grandfather, and my uncles and aunts? I'm afraid there will be no place to live even when my third uncle comes back." Jia Lan said with a wry smile.

Shui Rong stretched out his arms, took him in his arms, buried his head in Jia Lan's neck, and said muffledly, "Even if you go to the battlefield, you may not necessarily win the battle." He understood what Jia Lan wanted to do.

Jia Lan also put his arms around him, and said calmly: "If I don't go to the battlefield, I won't be favored by the emperor for three years." Being a small sage in the Imperial Academy, what great achievements can be worthy of the emperor's bestowal? reward?

"If you can't come back," Shui Rong said slowly.

Jia Lan pulled him away, stared into Shui Rong's eyes and said, "I will definitely come back. Didn't your master say that I am different from others. I will not suffer from reincarnation. You can't offend me." He paused slightly, and then said: "I will always be by your side, and I won't leave."

Shui Rong rubbed his cheek, squinting his eyes as if threatening: "If you don't come back, I'll go find you."

Jia Lan smiled slightly, "Okay, if I can't come back, I'll wait for you there."

Shui Rong smiled softly: "Yes."

The two talked late, and Shui Rong kept telling Jia Lan about his childhood in Shui Yizai, saying that he taught him how to dance a sword, taught him to write, taught him to ride a horse, and took him out to play.When he talked about these things, his eyes were brighter than usual, and his expression was innocent and smiling.

Jia Lan almost indulged in Shui Rong's rare tenderness, but his rationality reminded him of the weirdness of Shui Rong's words.

In addition to Shuiyi, the one who mentioned the most was not the Concubine Beijing, but the current Majesty.

"When my father and the emperor played chess together, they never paid attention to me. Instead, the emperor would bring me pastries from time to time."

"Father Wang is too incompetent to be a father. When I was learning to walk, I fell very easily. He didn't even help him, so he knew he was laughing. If the emperor hadn't helped me, I probably couldn't use my knees now."

"Father Wang likes to paint, but he painted flowers and grasses to paint the emperor, but he has never painted me. I asked him, and he still said that he painted