dream of red mansion

Chapter 2

In Ningrong Street in the west city of Shenjing, the commotion caused by the death of the former wife of the Ningguo Mansion and the hustle and bustle of the New Year's Eve have all gone, and the street has returned to its former calm.

Before dawn, the continuous noise and sparse hawking brought a lot of life to this street.In front of the main gates of the majestic Ning and Rong mansions, seven or eight gates have gathered respectively.

At this time, I saw a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes approaching Ningguo Mansion hesitantly from the street.

"Excuse me, is your mansion honored by Master Jing?" His voice trembled, obviously he had never dealt with this kind of princely family.

"Exactly, what's the matter?" asked the man who looked like a head.

"Someone dragged the villain to deliver a letter to your mansion." As he said that, the man reached into his arms, took out a letter and handed it to the man, and retreated with a hasty bow.

The boss here received the letter, and saw that there were only a few delicate small characters on it: respect for the master.Not daring to be negligent, he hurriedly turned around and went in through the corner door to reply.

Ning'an Hall in Ningguo Mansion is said to be the hall name bestowed by the sage, in order to highlight the great meritorious service of Jia Yan, Duke of Ningguo, who established the Dingding Dingding of the country.The furnishings in the hall are exquisite and elegant, which fully demonstrates the power and status of the owner here.At this time, Jia Jing, the current Jingying Jiedu envoy and a hereditary first-class supernatural general, was drinking tea with his staff and Qing guests in the main hall.Hearing the servant's report, he asked someone to take the letter and come in.

After receiving the letter handed over by the boy, seeing that there were only a few beautiful small characters on it, he was slightly surprised, and when he had to open it to read it, his expression changed.

Seeing that Jia Jing didn't want to talk about it in detail, all the guests resigned knowingly.

Jia Jing pondered for a while, then got up and walked back and forth in the hall for a few steps, and ordered: "Go and call Lai Sheng!"

The servants responded quickly, and saw Lai Sheng coming after a while.

"The servant kowtows to the master."

Jia Jing looked at Lai Sheng, the chief steward of Ningguo Mansion, who was also his confidant, and said, "Get up, take a look at this."

Lai Sheng took a look:
My young lady gave birth to a son for the master, and now lives in the eighth house in Yangzhou City, Huajie, Liuxiang. I hope the master will send someone to pick up the young master.

The inscription is: Cui Liu, Aunt He's maidservant.

Lai Sheng was startled, and quietly raised his eyes to look at Jia Jing.

"tell me your opinion."

When Lai Sheng heard the words, he thought about it for a while before replying: "From my slave's point of view, the master should send people to Yangzhou to find out the facts and find out if there is such a thing. It is best to bring everyone back and make a decision."

Jia Jing listened noncommittal, after a while.

"How much do you know about Aunt He's past?" The voice was a little erratic.

When Lai Sheng heard this, his heart trembled slightly.Even though it was the beginning of spring, he still tightened his clothes, bowed and said, "I don't know if I'll go back to the master." Looking up, he saw Jia Jing's expressionless face, and continued:
"At the time when Aunt He was ill, Madam was afraid that her family members would get sick, so she ordered the servants to clean up a good village in the south of the city and allocate it to Auntie. She also took the maids, mother-in-law, and servants who were in need of the house together. Two or thirty people were dispatched to serve. However, in less than half a year, my aunt and grandma passed away.”

Jia Jing stared at Lai Sheng for a while, until he couldn't help but knelt down and said again: "You send someone to merge Cui Liu."

"I want you to take a trip to Yangzhou yourself and bring Cui Liu and the others back. Go."

"Yes, the slave will leave." He said and prepared to leave.

"Remember, Madam has passed away!"

Lai Sheng felt relieved, said "yes", turned around and left Ning'an Hall.

Inside Ning'an Hall, Jia Jing's eyes were dark and uncertain.He originally planned to write to the imperial court after a while, begging for the bones, to put an end to the troubles of this secular world, and it would be best to hand over the things of the clan as well.

It's just that Zhen'er's temperament is not very reassuring.

But at this juncture, such news came again, which is really helpless.Thinking of the possible existence of the youngest son, he couldn't help but think of the beautiful figure in the Wind and Rain Building back then.

At that time, he was only 40 years old, which was the proud period of his life.Not only is he a second-class Jinshi in high school as a child of a wealthy family, but he has also been an official in the Beijing Camp Jiedushi with great power in his hands in just a few years.

It is said that he is proud in the officialdom and frustrated in love, but he is not like that.If he is successful in the officialdom, he will also show his power in the romantic arena.It's just that he just took office, and he had a drink with his colleagues. This is just a very common thing in the officialdom.

"Nujiaqingqing, I have met all the adults."

In the private room, behind the screen, a woman in Tsing Yi, half holding the qin, walked out gracefully, and said softly.

Hearing this gentle voice for the first time, Jia Jing's heart, which had not moved for many years, unexpectedly rose and fell slightly.

I saw that this woman was wearing an emerald green treasure hairpin, with a thin face and thin waist, and elegant features, which made people forget the vulgarity.

Waiting to hear a song by the beautiful woman, a mountain and flowing water, its sound is wonderful, its music is spirited, and its environment is clean.Like a sweet spring sprinkled on Jia Jing's heart of fame and fortune, like the world suddenly opened a window for him, leading to the holy place of the soul.

Later, regardless of the persuasion of his staff and the dissatisfaction of his wife and elders in the clan, he insisted on accepting her as a disciple.And Fengyulou didn't want to offend this son of aristocratic family, Zhaotang Zhixing.Although He Qingqing is also the treasure of his town building, he had to reluctantly cede it.

And He Qingqing was originally a descendant of an official, but his family was ruined, and he himself was left in the dust.Thanks to his own beauty, he lives in Fengyulou, becomes an upright official, and makes a living by showing off folk art.It's just that there is no one to depend on, and the future is uncertain.

She is also well known as the new envoy of the Beijing Camp. Although she is a child of everyone, she is rarely notorious.What's more, his future is prosperous, and he has his fancy today, which is also a good support.So after entering the door, he only blindly waited on him with gentleness, without the slightest coquettish attitude.

Jia Jing Yu Xi.

In this way, a few years of stable life passed, until Jia Jing was hand-appointed as the admiral of the Nine Frontier Armaments. After a year of busy work, when he looked back, there was only a small pile of barren graves for beauties.

Then Jia Jing also secretly investigated, and the evidence he obtained showed that she died of illness. He knew that her health was not good, so he had to let it go after being sad for a while.

Now that such a thing happened again, he was also very annoyed.

His wife has always been virtuous. She has been married for decades, and she has never dared to disobey his wishes. She only devoted herself to being filial to her parents-in-law, and then devoted herself to raising Zhen'er, managing the affairs of the house without making any major mistakes.

He has always respected her.

But to say that this matter has nothing to do with her...Jia Jing doesn't want to deceive himself.However, considering the benefits of his wife, and thinking that his wife was already dead, or died of childbirth for him at an early age, it was very difficult for him to blame the deceased for this.There is only deep guilt left in my heart.

"Hey, I owe you, let me make up for our son in the next few days." After comforting himself, Jia Jing got up and went to the back house.

(End of this chapter)