The Lady of the Red Chamber

Jia Yuanchun was lazily lying on the beauty's couch, and the little maid was kneeling beside the couch, holding a small jade mallet and gently beating her legs.

Holding the piano and walking lightly, he walked in quietly, stood beside Jia Yuanchun, and said softly: "Master."

Yuan Chun lazily opened his eyes, looked at Baoqin's empty hand, and couldn't help frowning: "Baoqin, where's Hongyun Tea?"

Baoqin suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, knelt beside Yuanchun and replied: "Master, when the slave went to the warehouse, Eunuch Lin, who was in charge of the inner warehouse, said that His Highness gave ten catties of tea to the young master of Zhen Guohou's mansion, and the rest Please be on the lookout for Your Highness, the imperial concubine, the princesses, the two side concubines and..."

Yuan Chun looked at Baoqin, and a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes: "With whom? Why are you talking hesitantly?"

Baoqin shook his body, buried his head deeply, and replied in a trembling voice: "He...he concubine Jiang, so I can't take care of us."

Silence spread in the room.

Hearing Jia Yuanchun's voice, Baoqin stared at the scarlet gold-woven carpet under his knees, not daring to lift his eyes.

After a long time, Jia Yuanchun raised his beautifully painted nails and said softly, "Concubine Jiang?"

Baoqin replied in a low voice: "Yes."

Jia Yuanchun supported his head with his hands, and a stern look flashed across his usually dignified round silver face: "Okay, very good. A lowly servant girl dared to climb on top of my head because she gave birth to the emperor's grandson."

The little maid stopped what she was doing, and knelt down at Jia Yuanchun's feet, her body trembling.

Although Baoqin was afraid in his heart, he also knew that his young lady was not a good friend.The so-called dignified and charitable are all superficial excuses, so he followed Yuan Chun's heart and whispered: "Master, concubine Jiang is no match for you. If you care about that kind of background, wouldn't you Lost the identity of our government."

"It's true." After all, Jia Yuanchun has not been involved in the world deeply, and his methods are not as sophisticated and calm as in the future. Hearing Baoqin's words, he raised his eyebrows and felt quite reasonable.

Baoqin saw that the master's mind was getting smoother, he felt at ease, and continued: "Master, the wife wrote a letter a few days ago, telling the master to firmly grasp His Highness's heart. If the master can also conceive the little grandson, no matter what No matter how many people the Jiang family has, they can't surpass you."

These words just hit Jia Yuanchun's heart.

She knew that as a member of Zhaoyang Palace, she must not be able to please His Highness.

Now His Highness somehow managed to remember her and called her several times.The most urgent thing at the moment is not to fight bravely with the Jiang family, but to conceive the emperor's grandson, which is the right thing to do.

Rubbing the hair on the sideburns by his ears, Jia Yuanchun thought for a while, then smiled complacently: "Hold the piano, go and bring the purple ginseng chicken soup stewed in the small kitchen, and I will personally deliver it to His Highness later." go."

Baoqin bowed his head deeply: "Yes, master."

She doesn't believe it anymore, she is a dignified daughter of the government, and she has a great fortune on the first day of the first lunar month.Even the imperial concubine can do it well, but now she can't deal with a mere dancer?

In the middle of the night, the sixth prince came to the house of the sixth prince's concubine Meng.

Mrs. Meng had known for a long time that His Highness would come tonight, so she calmly stepped forward to wait for the sixth prince to change his clothes, brought another cup of ginseng soup to the sixth prince, and said softly: "Your Highness, drink some soup to refresh yourself."

The sixth prince took the bowl, drank two spoonfuls, and put it on the table.The catkin who was so attached to the sixth prince and concubine was like snow, looked up at his wife's gentle face, and sighed softly: "Qingqing, you still know my heart best."

The sixth prince covered her lips and smiled, walked behind the sixth prince and pressed his temples for him: "Your Highness is worried about Mrs. Jia."

When the sixth prince heard this, a trace of disgust flashed across his face, as if to him, mentioning this name was a kind of deep-seated anger: "It's just arguing with the second child, I really think I'm such a bastard that I dare to pamper the maidservant!" Practicing Min'er. I really don't know how to live or die."

The sixth prince has few children, so he attaches great importance to and cherishes every child.

Jia Yuanchun took advantage of being favored recently, so he didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and allowed his servants to despise the second son, Situ Ming.

It can be regarded as having touched the sixth prince's greatest weakness.

The sixth prince's concubine paused her hands, and sighed faintly.

Then he walked up to the sixth prince and knelt down to plead guilty: "Your Highness, Min'er was humiliated because of my concubine's lack of control. I hope His Highness will forgive me."

The sixth prince was originally a little angry with the sixth prince and concubine, but when he saw Meng Shi kneeling on the ground, his heart softened again.He got up and helped Meng Shi up, and patted her hand: "I don't blame you. If you want to blame, you can only blame some people who are big-eyed and empty-minded. They don't let the hall go because they have the support of the Duke's mansion." In the eyes."

At the end, the sixth prince's voice condensed into a single line.The turbulent anger burst out from his chest, and the thousands of hearts were silent, and finally turned into a cold and solemn sentence: "Rongguo Mansion, I don't know if I'm dead or alive."

The sixth prince's concubine smiled lightly, and began to massage the acupuncture points on the sixth prince's hands, docilely without saying a word.

One servant does not serve two masters.

As members of Zhaoyang Palace, the Jia family was impatient to surrender to His Highness, to please both parties.

The idea is good, but do you really think that His Highness is the bowl of purple ginseng chicken soup that was rejected at noon, and let him play with it?