[Red Mansion] The third master of jade-like stone treasures

It has been two hours since Yuan Chun knelt at the foot of the steps of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

In the dark night, there is only one dim yellow lantern.

Reflecting the sickly paleness of her face, as well as the crumbling, slightly thin body.

Qiaoyan and Baoqin also knelt behind her, worried about her health, but dared not persuade her.

The eunuch Jiang Lu was ordered to send King Beijing out of the palace. When he came back from the gate of the palace, he saw Yuanchun still kneeling, so he stopped.

Although the master is now defeated by his mother's family, he is still a nobleman and has brothers. Maybe he will soar into the sky tomorrow?

On weekdays, Baoqin and Qiaoyan also showed filial piety to him in private, and if they received filial piety from others, they couldn't just ignore it when something happened, right?

Thinking of this, Jiang Lu turned a corner and walked quickly towards Yuanchun.

"Mr. Jia Gui, Your Majesty has pardoned your two brothers. Just now, the younger one sent King Beijing out of the palace, and the prince was there to announce the decree. You should take it easy, go back and rest!" Jiang Lu said softly, bending his waist slightly.

Yuan Chun raised his head, his watery eyes were about to cry, he was sad and happy, "What about my father? What kind of decree does His Majesty have?"

Jiang Lu shook his head, "No, I just pardoned your two brothers and their wives and children."

After hearing this, Yuan Chun was silent for a while, leaned over and kowtowed a few times to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, then knelt up straight, looked straight ahead, gradually calmed down from forbearance.

"To be a human being, you must be content after all."

She murmured softly, her voice almost drifting into the night, as if speaking to herself, or to someone far away.

Then, he raised his hand.

Qiaoyan and Baoqin who were behind him didn't care about their numb legs and feet, they hurriedly stood up and stepped forward to support Yuanchun.

Yuan Chun's knee was swollen, and his calf was so numb that he couldn't feel it.Both arms were supported, and she tried to stand up, but she collapsed on the ground again.

"Master!" Qiaoyan and Baoqin yelled in panic, put Yuanchun's arms on their shoulders, and pushed her up hard.

Yuan Chun's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he forced a smile to comfort the two of them: "It's nothing, just my feet are numb."

In fact, not only her feet were numb, but her whole body, from her back to her waist, to her thighs, was throbbing with pain.

But saying it now will only make Qiaoyan and Baoqin worry.

She nodded to Jiang Lu, panting slightly: "Thank you, father-in-law today."

There are "rules" in the palace,

If Jiang Lu needs her help in the future, she will definitely repay the favor.

Jiang Lu declined a few words with a smile, then handed her lantern to Baoqin, watched them go, and trotted back to report.

It was dark at night, and there were few lanterns to illuminate the palace road.

Although Jiang Lu's lantern was bright, a small corner was broken, and the three of Yuan Chun walked halfway, and the candle flame was blown out by the cold wind that leaked in.

Holding the piano to support Yuan Chun was already very difficult, seeing that the lantern was extinguished, she thought about throwing the lantern away, but Qiaoyan hurriedly stopped her and said, "Keep it, maybe it will be useful in the future?"

Baoqin complained: "How can this broken lantern be used?"

Qiaoyan smiled and didn't explain, just freed up one hand and took the broken lantern.

Yuan Chun didn't stop him, he just said casually, "Let's keep it, is there still room for lanterns?"

Baoqin stopped talking, feeling very bored.

It turned out that when Yuanchun was favored, the rewards and gifts from various palaces flowed like a flood, and they couldn't be put in the warehouse.But now, the warehouse is empty, not to mention the rewards and gifts, even the entitlements are often secretly withheld.

There really is no shortage of places to put broken lanterns.

After finally returning to the residence, Yuan Chun had a headache and lay on the bed without taking off his clothes.

Qiaoyan went out to pass on hot water, but no one responded, so she simply went to the tea room to fetch hot water.

Baoqin loosened Yuanchun's hair, took off his coat, and suddenly saw a little blood on the hem of Yuanchun's dress, and almost exclaimed.

Yuan Chun was too tired to open his eyes, but he didn't notice anything unusual about holding the piano.

Qiaoyan looked for hot water, and when she entered the room, she saw Baoqin's face turned pale, and waved at her.

She hurriedly stepped forward to take a look, and saw the blood on Yuan Chun's dress, and her heart skipped a beat.

She quickly lifted up the hem of the skirt to take a look, then pulled Yuan Chun's two wrists, and felt her pulse one by one, repeated several times.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Chun asked wearily with his eyes closed.

Qiaoyan said softly: "It's okay, you're just a little tired. I'll find a calming pill, you can go to sleep after taking it!"

Yuan Chun groaned, and continued to sleep in a daze.

Baoqin wanted to ask Qiaoyan, but Qiaoyan pointed to Yuanchun and made a silent gesture.Then, Baoqin watched Qiaoyan go out, brought a brocade box, took out a nail-sized pill for Yuanchun to eat, took out a silver needle, and gave Yuanchun two needles.

The dazed Yuan Chun felt very uncomfortable, gasping for breath and whimpering, looking like he wanted to struggle, but he didn't have the strength to struggle.

His lower back twitched again, his whole body was icy cold, and he couldn't feel anything down there.

After waiting for a while, she finally breathed slowly and steadily, and fell into a deep sleep.

Baoqin and Qiaoyan washed her with hot water, put on clean clothes, covered the quilt, and quietly retreated to the outer room to talk.

Baoqin was anxious, and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter, master?"

What Qiaoyan fed Yuanchun just now was not Anshen Pills!

Qiaoyan sighed, lowered her voice and hugged the piano and said: "I just felt the joy pulse, but the days are too early to be sure."

"Xi pulse?" Baoqin's eyes widened.

This is a happy event!

But those bloodstains on Yuan Chun's dress just now?Did it slip?

"Then the master has been kneeling for so long today, is it possible?"

Qiaoyan shook her head, and said worryingly: "I'm not sure if it's a happy pulse, just in case, I gave the master an anti-natal pill first. But if it's really a happy pulse, it's hard to say with today's torment."

Baoqin was startled, looked at the back room, then at Qiaoyan, almost speechless.

"She has been looking forward to the child for so many years..."

Now that I am older and my health is not good, if it is really difficult to have a child and then lose it again, then...

=== 888 ===

I don't know whether it is Baocong's good luck or Baoyu's deep blessing.

When Dongming ran to the Beijing Palace, the King of Beijing had already entered the palace to intercede for Baoyu's arrest.

So King Zhongshun had just asked someone to copy Wang Xifeng's courtyard, and King Beijing brought the imperial decree and arrived at Rongguo Mansion all the way.

"Lord Zhongshun, the Holy Majesty has already pardoned Baoyu Baocong, and he has also ordered that the coffin of Mrs. Xu will stay in the mansion for seven days. Don't go too far, right?" Rushed to Jia Mu's yard.

Bao Cong was pushed aside with his mouth gagged, and he almost yelled out of his throat just now.

King Zhongshun glanced at the imperial decree, snorted, and said arrogantly, "Where is this king going too far?"

"Isn't this king following the Holy Majesty's will to do business?"

He also waved his hand and asked someone to hold an imperial decree.

Who doesn't have imperial decree?

The king of Beijing Jing knows how to pretend to be cunning in front of Emperor Zhao every day, and even dares to fight in front of him. He really doesn't know what to do!

It's not that King Zhongshun can't see that King Zhongshun's nostrils are upturned, but everyone is a prince, and they all hold imperial decrees. Who is inferior to whom?

Normally, he doesn't argue with King Zhongshun, but today he came here to protect Baoyu and Jia's family, and he would be ashamed to be frightened at this time!

Therefore, King Beijing also sneered quietly in his heart, still held up the imperial edict, and said nonchalantly: "King Zhongshun, you have to do things, but this king also has to do things, if you and I each take a step back, don't make it too much." Ugly. How should I put it, you and I have to obey the will, don’t we?”

Glancing at the imperial decree in King Beijing's hand, King Zhongshun only felt his chest hurt from anger, so he snorted again and raised his chin even more.

Seeing this, King Beijing grinned and called his subordinates to step forward, "Quick, release Brother Baocong!"

The guards on both sides fought secretly, and finally Bao Cong was untied and stood next to King Jingjing.

"Thank you, my lord!" Bao Cong bowed deeply to King Beijing Jing gratefully.

King Beijing Jing smiled, and casually returned a salute.

Afterwards, under the confrontation between King Beijing and King Zhongshun, the entire Rongguo Mansion, except for the courtyards of Jiamu, Baoyu, and Baocong, the other courtyards and the corners of the back streets of Rongguo Mansion were wiped clean.

Those who could be moved were boxed and removed by the people of King Zhongshun, and those who could not be moved temporarily were also sealed.All the servants of Jia's mansion were driven into the front yard like ducks, while Mrs. Wang and other family members were all confined in Jiamu's mourning hall.

Bao Cong had the cheek to spend money directly to redeem all the people in Jia's mansion.

At dawn, King Zhongshun finally left, leaving only a team of officers and soldiers guarding Jia's house.

"Brother Baocong, within two or three days, Baoyu will be back soon, so you don't have to worry too much." King Beijing comforted Baocong.

Baocong bowed deeply to King Beijing again, and said sincerely, "Thanks to the lord for today's matter! The next official has a deep sense of gratitude, and I will definitely repay him with grass in the future!"

King Beijing has a brother, but Bao Cong dare not think that he is too arrogant, that he can really call him a brother.

But the king of Beijing Jing used to be informal with Baoyu in the past, and now he saw that although Baocong looked exactly like Baoyu, he was completely respectful to him, and he suddenly felt bored.

It's still Baoyu who suits him. He talks about the world and the Tao based on his heart and nature, and never sticks to his status and official position.

"It's boring, it's boring." Beijing Wanghan said a few words in his mouth, smiled politely, and said goodbye.

Naturally, Bao Cong was respectful and sent out the gate all the way.

After watching King Beijing leave, Bao Cong turned his head and walked two steps towards Rongguo Mansion, and suddenly saw the broken plaque of Rongguo Mansion on the ground, and was stunned.

The heart that had been tense all night turned from a brittle stone to a dry pine stake, and it shattered with a click.

The feeling of exhaustion is overwhelming.

He took a few more steps towards the gate, but for some reason, his feet seemed to be knotted, and when he stepped over the threshold, he tripped and fell to the ground.

The skin on the wrist was scratched, and beside it, lying quietly, was a very familiar, small carving knife.

The huanghuali wood carving knife was specially made for him by Wang Xifeng.

At that time, when he moved out of Yihong Courtyard, he threw this set of gadgets in the warehouse of Yihong Courtyard, but he did not expect to see them again today.

Bao Cong picked up the small carving knife, swished up, looked around, but couldn't find anything else, a little disappointed.

The person who moved the box was too delicate, why did he only drop such a small carving knife?