Jialan: Crossing the Red Chamber

, smiled gently at Jia Lan, waved his hand, and gradually disappeared with Jia Zhu.

Jia Lan watched them come and go together in pairs, and his mood became more and more impatient.Who else, who hasn't come?

Who else insists on being with him for the rest of his life, so that he will not be alone all his life, but leave when he is the loneliest?

who is it?

Jia Lan felt tightness in his chest and couldn't breathe. Even the words in his throat were suppressed and he couldn't utter them.He opened his eyes suddenly and woke up.

The intricate patterns on the top of his head remind him that this is not Jia's mansion, nor is it a military camp.

His chest was heavy, and when he looked down, it was an arm tightly held in his arms.No wonder his chest felt tight, he gently let go of that arm and moved it aside, turned his head, and his water-melting pale face came into view.Jia Lan's fingers tremblingly stretched out under his nose, and the warm breath touched his fingertips, making his nose sore.

"You're awake." A gentle voice sounded from behind.

Jia Lan turned his head and saw that it was Princess Bei Jing. He hurriedly sat up, quickly but slightly turned over and got off the bed, and fell to his knees: "Jia Lan has seen Madam."

Concubine Bei Jing helped him up, and said: "You have been in a coma for a day and a night. The imperial doctor only said that you were overworked. I am not at ease. How do you feel now?"

Jia Lan said: "Mrs. Lao, don't worry, Jia Lan is fine. It's just the prince?" He hesitated to speak.

Concubine Bei Jing leaned back on the soft chair beside the bed, looked at Shui Rong and said, "The imperial doctor just saw it, and said that the breath is a bit stronger. I don't know if it's true or not, but I just don't wake up."

Looking at Princess Beijing's sad expression, Jia Lan couldn't help but think of Li Wan again, and then saw that Shui Rong was unconscious, his face was like paper, his eyes were red, and he almost shed tears.He managed to calm down, and said: "My lord and auspicious man have their own aura, and they will definitely wake up."

Concubine Bei Jing said: "You don't know, Jingshi Sanren once divination for Rong'er, saying that he will die this year. If he escapes, he will be safe forever. If he can't escape, he won't escape."

She looked at Jia Lan: "He also said that Rong'er has a lucky star, if he can stay by Rong'er's side all the time, disasters, big and small, will be avoided. Lan'er, would you like to stay by Rong'er's side forever and never leave? "There was a hint of begging in the choked sobs.

Jia Lan pressed his chest and leaned against the side of the bed, looking at Shui Rong with red eyes, and said: "If he can wake up, let's talk about this life, even in the next life, Jia Lan will support each other and never leave. "

Concubine Beijing fell down on the water-soluble bed and cried loudly: "Rong'er, can you hear me? I used to be sorry for you, and now I have no face to ask you for anything. It's just that Lan'er is different. Didn't you always hope that you would never be alone again? Accompanying you? Now that Lan'er agrees, why are you still awake? Wake up and have a look?"

Jia Lan closed his eyes and wept silently.

Just when Concubine Bei Jing burst into tears, a weak voice suddenly entered Jia Lan's ears. He was shocked, and threw himself beside Shui Rong, holding Shui Rong's hand and shouting, "Shui Rong, Shui Rong."

Concubine Bei Jing also calmed down, her eyes fixed on Shui Rong's tightly closed thin lips.

Finally, the thin lips parted slightly, and a word came out: "Never leave, never give up."

Jia Lan clenched Shui Rong's hand, and hurriedly said, "Yes, I will never leave. I, Jia Lan, would like to be by Shui Rong's side forever, and never leave."

The water-soluble thin lips curled up an arc, the eyelashes moved, and the eyes slowly opened, revealing full of relief and joy, "Lan'er." He called softly.

Jia Lan clenched his teeth tightly into his fist, tears streaming down his face, and he kept saying, "Water dissolves you bastard, bastard."

Shui Rong raised his arm vigorously, brushed his fingers across the side of Jia Lan's face, and said softly, "Don't cry."

When Jia Lan heard this, she cried even harder.He lay in Shui Rong's arms, trembling all over, as if he wanted to vent all the fright and mourning he had received in the past few days.

Shui Rong stroked his head, comforting him silently.

When he was about to call someone, he raised his eyes, and saw Princess Bei Jing who was biting his lips and crying in front of the bed. His eyes widened slightly, and then his face slowly calmed down, with a helpless but joyful expression.

Concubine Bei Jing tried her best to wipe the tears off her face, but she couldn't wipe them off. In the end, she simply gave up this attempt to cover up her face. She whispered "I'll call the imperial doctor", and hurried out.

Shui Rong watched her leave, lowered his eyelashes, and stared at Jia Lan who was crying heart-piercingly in his arms, feeling uncontrollably distressed.

I still remember his expressionless face of persistent rejection that night, how he cried as soon as he woke up, as if he had let him down.

Who is it that made his Lan'er so sad?

I don't know how long it took before Jialan's crying weakened, Shui Rong pulled him, and said, "Come, lie down beside me."

Jialan went to bed as promised, carefully avoiding his wounds, wrapping her arms around his waist, and buried her face deeply in the hollow of his shoulders.

"What happened?" Shui Rong asked softly.

Jia Lan talked hoarsely about Daiyu's death, Baoyu's departure from home, and Li Wan's death. At the end, she didn't forget to complain, "You're still in a coma."

Shui Rong sighed, "I'm sorry for you."

"Shui Rong, does what you said that day still count?" Jia Lan asked suddenly.

Shui Rong asked in bewilderment: "What?"

"That's right." Jia Lan's face was a little awkward, "It's the sentence that you like me."

Shui Rong smiled and said, "It's not that I like you, it's that I love you. Why does Lan'er ask such a question? Of course it counts?"

Jia Lan was relieved, he rubbed against the water, and whispered: "Then never leave me."

Shui Rong listened to the suspiciously coquettish tone, and said with a smile, "Yes, my Lan'er."

For some reason, the heart that had been heavy for many days suddenly became lighter, and Jia Lan secretly raised the corners of his mouth, "Shui Rong, get well soon, I will send my mother's body to the old ancestral hall for burial in a few days, you accompany me I'll be with you, okay?"

"Okay." Shui Rong kissed his forehead and said with a smile.

Li Wan's seven-day vigil has not passed, and Jia's mansion is in chaos, so Jia Lan can't stay longer, so he talked for a while before leaving reluctantly.

After Jia Lan left, a group of imperial physicians and maids rushed into the room. After taking the pulse for a while, the imperial physician said that since she woke up, there would be no serious problems, and she would be fine after a few days of recuperation.

Concubine Bei Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered someone to reward the imperial physician generously, but she didn't take another look at Shui Rong, and went back to the Buddhist hall in the backyard.

After changing the bandages and drinking some porridge, Shui Rong waved away the maids and called out the hidden guards.

The eight people currently on duty in the capital stood in a row respectfully.

Shui Rong looked at one of them, frowned, and said, "Jiawu, didn't this king send you to Young Master Lan's side, why are you still here?"

Jia Wu hurriedly said: "This subordinate is worried about the health of the prince."

Shui Rong said: "Since this king has sent you to Lan'er, Lan'er should be the only one in your eyes. Others, even if this king is present, they should not be half-hearted. I don't want to repeat these words a second time .go back."

Jiawu's heart felt cold, he understood, and saluted, "I understand. Please take care of yourself, my lord." After speaking, he took a few steps back and disappeared into the curtain without a trace.

Shui Rong half leaned on the soft cushion, closed his eyes slightly and said, "Ding Chou, let me tell you about what happened in the past few days."

"The Jia Mansion has been copied?" Shui Rong was startled.

"Didn't Master Lan say anything?" Jiashen asked quickly.

Water-melting eyes darkened slightly, "I think it's because I'm afraid that the king will be worried."

Ding Chou said: "In the past two years, there have been people from Jia's mansion all over the country who have committed crimes and left files, but they were all pressed down by the prince. Now the prince has just been assassinated, and the files have been rediscovered, and Jia's house has been ransacked. Both of these things are intentional.”

Shui Rong snorted coldly.

Ding Wei, who had been silent all this time, asked, "My lord, do you need to rescue Jia's mansion?"

Shui Rong sneered and said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to save him. Someone killed him to make an example."

The hidden guards secretly exchanged glances, knowing in their hearts that Jia's family might really be doomed this time.

The author has something to say: TAT, we are together... I didn't think it would be so fast, but they insist on getting together, I can't even hold them back... TAT

Preview of the next chapter: the inevitability of love in one heart, the sorrow of love in different places and dreams

Jalan of Red Mansions Crossing 58. Text Love and Know Each Other

The inevitability of love with one heart and one heart, the sorrow of love in different places and dreams

Many things happened on the second day, which made Jialan exhausted.

Went to the palace in the evening, just in time for a meal, Su Rong's arm was injured and it was difficult for him to move, Jia Lan took the bowl and spoon and sat by the bed to feed him.

Shui Rong couldn't help laughing when he saw that his expression was natural and he didn't show any embarrassment at all.Jia Lan looked at him strangely, but didn't ask.

After the meal, Shui Rong asked about the ransacking of Jia's house, Jia Lan said lightly: "You don't need to worry about it, it's fine if you lose, and you won't harm the good family."

Shui Rong said: "I'm afraid I can't be kind."

Jia Lan patted his hands and said: "You take good care of your illness, don't care about these right and wrong anymore." So as not to cause trouble to the upper body.

Shui Rong sighed, and stopped entangled in this matter.

Jia Lan said: "Tomorrow I will go to Tieshan Temple for the funeral, and I will carry the coffin back to my hometown in three days. If you are much better, you can go to Jinling together. If you are not good, you can come to me a few days later, okay?"

"Well, your mother has worked so hard all her life to raise you, so I should pay her respects." Shui Rong held Jia Lan's hand and comforted her.

Jalan nodded slightly.

At the start of the watch, Jia Lan returned to the mansion, and as soon as she entered Jia Mu's yard, she heard Wang Xifeng crying: "The old lady save the second master Lian." That’s why I call your husband and wife the Prime Minister’s family. How did you do such a thing of usurious exploitation? This time, it’s what people like us did? The money doesn’t matter, it’s just the reputation that spreads and pays off?”

Jia Lan waved back the maid who came forward, stood quietly in front of the door, and listened to Jia's mother in the room saying weakly: "Let's not ask these questions first, but can you ask about your father, your elder brother Zhen, and the second master Lian?"

Wang Xifeng cried: "Father fellowships