[Red Mansion] Master is always taken away

Jia She used to judge people by their appearance, because his own appearance was above the standard line, and the in-laws in the family were not different in appearance. Even that idiot Xue looked like a dog, so he naturally liked to look good. person or thing.

Zhang Sheng is young, in his twenties, he is fair and clean, with a moderate figure, and looks like a suave and suave talent, although he seems to be a bit worse than his cowardly son Jia Lian, but in general It's also good looking.

Jia She curled his lips, he absolutely refused to admit that he was full of poetic spirit, Lian'er's pair of peach blossom eyes and his deep and deep gifted eyes... Comparing, there is still a big difference.

Jia Amnesty felt envious and jealous in his heart, secretly thinking that when he went back, he would have to urge Jia Lian to study and practice martial arts, and to train his son to become a talent. It was just after he finished speaking, he waited for a long while, and seeing this person still looked at him from time to time. , and even showed a look of "disagreement" towards him in his eyes, but he didn't answer what he just said, Jia Amnesty coughed deliberately with a little dissatisfaction.

Zhang Sheng's expression was suddenly stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he took another deep look at Jia She, and finally remained silent, frowning and walking away, ignoring "someone" at all.

Looking at Zhang Sheng's back, Jia Amnesty's complexion suddenly turned ugly.

Although he has always been a dude, he is also one of the few princes in the Great Xia Dynasty. To put it bluntly, the emperor loves him very much now. Gong Nei deliberately gave himself a bad look, and this young man was either his deadly enemy Liu Jia, or Liu Jia also acted very "worship" when he saw him just now.

Zhang Sheng's attitude made Jia She feel very uncomfortable, he wanted to toss when he was uncomfortable, his face became more ugly, he wished he could beat others with a whip, or himself, otherwise his hands and feet would be itchy and his heart would be itchy, Anyway, I feel uncomfortable all over.

But Jia Amnesty is not stupid, he finally remembered who Zhang Sheng was, and he seemed to have never seen him before when he went south. Jia Amnesty came out of the palace gate and saw his two servants. The eunuch "Fengjian" returned the black sheath sword to Jia She and the others, like a mouse seeing a cat, it didn't dare to wait for the reward, and ran back to the palace in a hurry.Jia Amnesty didn't pay any attention, and walked slowly home without riding a horse or a sedan chair.

Copper coins and fans followed the master and waited on him. Judging by the face of the master, it was better not to provoke them.

When we got to Tongque Street, there was a lot of excitement in front of it, and after listening to both ears, it was just a drama of father-in-law and mother-in-law admonishing the son-in-law, trivial matters, copper coins and fans. ...

Jia Amnesty turned to glance at them, and suddenly asked, "Is it funny?"

"Gah?" The copper coin and the fan were choked immediately, and they quickly restrained their presumptuous smile, bowed their heads and stood silently.

snort.Jia She is standing with his hands behind his back on the side of the street. This is Tongque Avenue, and there is an intersection called Qingshui Hutong in front of him. The people who live here are all Qingliu from the Imperial Academy. They are all literati anyway. Although Jia She is not welcomed by them, he I also want to see them, but this Qingshui Hutong... In fact, he is very familiar with it, and he has been there many times in the past.

Alas, things are people and things are not things.

Since his cousin Yin'er passed away, he hasn't been in for many years.

Jia She was thinking in a trance, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of Zhang Sheng—this person's surname is Zhang, and he doesn't like it...My father-in-law's family...

Jia She was dizzy and thought for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Zhang Sheng might be a member of his original partner, the Yue family.

——The Zhang family.

Jia Amnesty muttered a few words, and let out a long, almost inaudible sigh.

Zhang Shi Yin'er's voice and smile could not help appearing in his mind, and gradually he found that his cousin Yin'er's eyes were similar to Lian'er's, and they were also very similar to Zhang Sheng's eyes... Gradually they merged into a faint pair Affectionate eyes—Jia Amnesty couldn't help feeling tight in his chest, took a tight breath, and coughed a few times.

His cheeks were slightly smoky, and he took out a white handkerchief to cover his mouth and coughed twice, then raised his head and gazed at Qingshui Hutong on the right side ahead, his lips were tightly pressed together, even his lower lip was a little red, maybe it was the blood from coughing Still bitten lip blood.

Coughed twice more, and wiped it with a white handkerchief. Jia She looked sick and delicate, completely different from the state when he just left the palace. The old coughing disease has recurred, what can I do, I don't want to see the imperial doctor.

Copper coins and fans are extremely loyal to their master, but as servants, they persuaded them a few times, but they couldn't talk too much, so they could only obey the master.

"I'm sorry for my cousin." Jia Amnesty sighed suddenly, and then coughed all the way and led the two young men into Qingshui Alley.

He finally remembered that he hadn't been to his father-in-law's house for many years. Ever since Yin'er's cousin left, he felt ashamed in his heart, as if he could avoid going to Zhang's house, year after year, year after year , he finally forgot.

Forgot about Lian'er's maternal ancestral home.

Forgot about Yin'er's cousin's parents.

Forget about the various tribes of the Zhang family, the in-laws, and never pay attention to the family surnamed Zhang.

……

He is actually timid and somewhat cowardly.

Jia Shen feels extremely ashamed and ashamed now, Qingshui Hutong is still the same as it used to be, the bluestone road with dark green moss, the grayish-gray stone wall with white peeling, there are ditches and flower beds beside the wall, although there are occasional weeds , it looks pretty tidy, it can't compare to the spaciousness of the streets of Rongguo Mansion, but it's better than the quietness.

The Zhang family is in the innermost part of the alley. When they reached the middle, the door of a family opened and a sedan chair was carried out. Jia She walked slowly and ignored him. Crow Sheath Sword felt a little sore in his hands, and his face was a bit bitter haha.

The sedan chair had passed by Jia She, but the people inside looked at the board, the bearer stepped back, then got off the sedan chair, the curtain was raised, revealing the face of the person inside—it turned out to be Liu Jia.

Liu Jia glanced at Jia Amnesty, this man was quite intimidating when he held that black long sword in the Wucheng Palace, but now he makes people feel "harmless", originally Liu Jia planned to avoid it from now on Duke Rong who knows martial arts is a little bit more, but just seeing Jia She's appearance, Liu Jia is not afraid for some reason, and even wants to talk about this man again.

What a bastard he is.

Liu Jia narrowed his eyes, raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Duke Rong is here—"

To be honest, Liu Jia felt that Jia Amnesty most, probably, maybe came looking for him, but he didn't want to see him or receive him.He just came back from the palace to change clothes, and was about to go out to his friend's house, but he didn't expect to meet Jia She again who shouldn't be in Qingshui Hutong when he went out.

As soon as Jia She saw Liu Jia, his cough suddenly healed for some reason, he looked at him and snorted coldly, "Where you go is none of your business." After that, he was about to leave with his head upright , but the body is not up to the mark, thinking that not far away is Yin'er's natal family, Jia She still has a tight pain in his chest, he can't help coughing twice, takes out the handkerchief he just used from his arms to cover his mouth, and glances at the stained area. The handkerchief, and then threw it casually, and the blood-stained white handkerchief floated and floated to Liu Jia's sedan chair.

Liu Jia looked at the figures of the three of Jia She who were fading away, turned his gaze back to the veil, frowned, wondering if Jia She got tuberculosis?But judging from Jia Amnesty's display of supernatural power before, he is so strong in martial arts that he doesn't look sick at all, but the red on the handkerchief is obviously blood stains.

Liu Jia was puzzled for a moment, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his head. He thought of the legend of Jia She's bloody murder, and his body froze immediately.

The Zhang family's mansion is medium-sized, and it's not too small in Qingshui Hutong. After all, every inch of land in the capital is expensive, and their Zhang family's roots are not here. , Naturally, the house cannot be compared with Rongguo Mansion and Ningguo Mansion.

Jia Amnesty stood at the main entrance of Zhang's house, with a silent and sad expression on his face. The two servants who followed him felt depressed. They finally knew that their master had come to the first wife's natal family.

Copper coins and fans have heard how virtuous Mrs. Xian is, her natal family is from the Hanlin Academy, and her surname is Zhang... But it is said that it has long since disappeared, and there is no other information in the Rong Mansion. Everyone is the second master of Lian. Well, very few people pay attention to this, even the master hasn't come to visit for many years, and even the two houses have never been in contact with each other during the holidays.

Jia She sighed, his eyes couldn't be more melancholy.

Refusing to enter the door, remembering that he hadn't visited for so many years, and didn't bring a gift, Jia She walked out of Qingshui Alley and found a tavern nearby Tongque Street to sit down. interest.

I was drinking for a while, because this tavern is not cheap or expensive, and the location is the closest to Qingshui Hutong. Many low-level civil servants and scholars gathered here. The second is to drink and get together with literati friends, and then to show off their talents and names, and the owner of this tavern is also very interesting. The poets who are talented in poetry leave their pens.

Regardless of whether it is good or bad, the owner of the tavern does not restrict everyone's poems, and even encourages them. If someone's poems are recognized by everyone, sometimes he can provide them with old wine, so this tavern is also considered to be around here. Famously elegant place.

Jia Amnesty's tongue is particularly sensitive at this time, drinking this bad wine, he coughed while feeling sad, silently borrowing alcohol to relieve his sorrow.The copper coins and the fan looked listless, and they were also worried if the master was unhappy, but the copper coins were smart. Hearing the commotion upstairs, they went over and listened. It turned out that someone had written a good poem and inscribed it on the blank wall of the tavern.

The owner of the tavern heard the praise of the poem from all the "talented scholars", and hurriedly waived the price for the wine upstairs, and even took out a jar of aged wine and sent it up in person.

Jia Shen has a good nose, the wine he is drinking now is obviously newly brewed this year, it is not very full-bodied, and it is just drinking to quench his thirst, while the old wine that the boss gave away as a gift smells mellow, it is probably a rare good wine.

He stared at the owner of the tavern without letting go, anxious for the master's urgent need for copper coins, he hurriedly called the owner to join the pot, they had plenty of money.

Hearing that the tavern owner hadn't said anything, a scholar next to him shook his head with a look of contempt, and sneered, "Bronze stinks!"

There were also those who booed and whispered that they were "very vulgar", and glanced at Jia She, master and servant, from time to time.

"What are you talking about!" Tong Qian blushed and yelled, afraid that the master would get angry when he heard the sour words of these poor people.

But although his voice was loud, it made other people look at him with contempt, and saw that the tavern owner was smiling, but he didn't plan to bring out that good wine at all. He was so angry, He was about to drink loudly, but it was Jia She who stopped drinking and said, "Wutong!"

... The copper coin was taken aback for a moment, Haojiu hadn't heard his alias of "elegance", he looked at the master, and saw the master was turning the wine cup in his hand, turning a deaf ear to the words of those sour scholars, stood up slowly, and walked to By the wall, I glanced at the inscription on it...

"This brother writes a good poem, and there will naturally be good wine to drink." Someone from the second floor came down to "kindly" give advice.

Jia Amnesty glanced at this person, and found that this person also had peach blossom eyes. His eyes were confused for a moment, and a touch of sadness was still shrouded between his brows. He was not drunk. The other party's words seemed kind, but the voice and eyes were opposite. Jia She still caught his dislike, but Jia She didn't get angry.

For the sake of those eyes that looked like Yin'er's cousin, he even smiled at the other party in a good-tempered manner, and said: "Thank you brother for telling me, when I get the wine from the boss, please You drink a bowl."

The person who spoke was stunned, then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pointed out: "Thank you for your kindness, but this poem is not just what you think is good. If there are ten people talking, the boss will give you good wine. .”

Jia She raised his eyebrows, the copper coin and the fan beamed with joy when he heard the words, especially the copper coin, the master called him "Wutong" just now, he must show his poetic talent, let these poor people open their eyes and take a good look!My master is wise and martial, both civil and military, and has a great poetic talent. He has also written "famous articles", and his articles have become popular in the capital. Why don't everyone know him.

Jia Amnesty is not stupid, if he can't see that the person who is talking is picking on faults at this time, he is either an idiot or a fool.Sure enough, another figure appeared behind that person, it was Zhang Sheng whom Jia She had met before.

At this time, he didn't even look at Jia She, but instead called "Uncle" in a low voice to the person in front of him.

Jia Amnesty was taken aback, "Uncle"?If he guessed Zhang Sheng's identity earlier was correct, this person should also be from the Zhang family, but he doesn't know his seniority.

He looked at the other party carefully, and the other party felt Jia She's eyes, and the eyes became even more unfriendly, as sharp as a knife, as if to see through Jia She's body and mind.

Jia She coughed, and found the memories of many years in his head. Although the memory was a bit fuzzy, this person did have some impressions. If he was in his thirties, if he was a member of the Zhang family, who would he be... Jia She asked: " May I ask this brother Gao's name?"

The other party narrowed his eyes, and after a while, a sneer slowly appeared on his face: "My surname is Zhang, and my name is insignificant, but my sister married into a wealthy family, but she was unlucky. She left a son and died for many years."

"..." Hearing this, Jia She felt a sharp pain in his heart for some reason.

He remembered.

This person is Yin'er's younger brother, Zhang Cang...

She remembered that her younger brother was the most gentle and refined in her mouth, and he had never looked so cold and stern before her eyes.

Zhang Cang ridiculed: "Don't you want to write poems? I'm waiting for your masterpiece."

Everyone in the tavern, including friends who were familiar with Zhang Cang, had never seen him so sharp. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zhang Cang and the other party seemed to have a grudge.

Naturally, most of the people in the tavern are familiar. After all, most of the people who come here to drink are literati, and they are in contact with each other, at least there is a familiar fate. At this time, it is natural to support the familiar Zhang Cang, but it is Jia She The master and servant are very familiar, and they don't look like literati. The long sword in the servant's hand is not a literati's saber. It is indeed a murder weapon used in the world.

Jia Amnesty coughed a few times, now he can be sure that Zhang Cang and Zhang Sheng are Yin'er's natal brothers and nephews, and he doesn't care if they dislike him, he is the one who is sorry for Yin'er...

Thinking of this, he coughed badly.

He glanced at the tavern owner. The tavern owner had already prepared his pen and ink tactfully. Jia Amnesty wasn't out to show off, but just thinking of his cousin Yin'er, he felt uncomfortable. At this moment, there was only one poem to express his emotion——

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, I will never forget..."