The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 198 If it weren’t for Jia Lian “cutting meat to feed eagles and sacrificing one’s body to feed tigers”

Ping'er received the ridicule and glanced at Jia Lian. He saw that his legs were crossed, his peach blossom eyes were smiling, and the corners of his lips were raised, clearly looking like he was watching the fun, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Grandma sent me to invite Mr. Cong. I went and invited him to say this. If I couldn't invite him, it would be another story. From now on, when grandma sends people to do things, whether they succeed or not, at least give me a message. Charter!”

After saying that, Ping'er lifted the curtain and twisted the waist of the willow branch to go out. Xifeng came up angrily and said with a smile, "Ping'er's hooves are really crazy. Are you serious about subduing me?"

Jia Lian's crossed legs swayed slightly. Seeing Xifeng glaring at him, he smiled and said, "Don't get involved with me, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Huh, do you think I don't know what she is thinking, and you didn't say a word to help her right now, so you took it out on me?" I’m only talking to you!”

Jia Lian said hurriedly, "You two don't get along, so you only need me to catch your breath, and I'll leave you!"

As he said that, he was about to get up, but Xifeng stopped him quickly, "Where are you going to hide again? Don't leave, I have something to tell you!"

Jia Lian heard Xifeng say that he had something to discuss, so he stopped and asked what he meant. Xifeng said, "Brother Cong came back from Ningxia. People say he brought several gifts from Ningxia to the palace. Do you know what they are?" ?"

Although Jia Lian had a colleague, it was just a good reputation. It was not a real job, and he had no need to inquire about the affairs of the court. It had nothing to do with him anyway.

"Why should I know this?" Jia Lian asked in confusion, "What do you have in mind?"

"What can I have in mind? The old lady asked me to go over and ask for help. I went there and asked about it. She said it was a kind of coal stove and a kind of briquette. The materials used for woolen clothes are different from ordinary ones. There are also I have never heard of canned mutton and beef. I wonder how much revenue it would make if these were sold in Shenjing!"

Although a noble family like them has a few shops to do business, they are just a cover-up. Who can expect to maintain the dignity of the whole family, and who doesn't have some profitable business in mind.

It's just that all these good things cannot happen to Xifu now. Although Jia She is still doing some business, he is short-sighted, ignorant and stupid. For some forbidden things, others can't blame him for taking the blame. Use, core interests, he is not even qualified to look at it.

As for Jia Zheng, he was a nerd at first and was not engaged in economic and official career. He still had some foundation in Xifu. The foundation left by his ancestors. Previously, Lai Da and others had their homes confiscated, and the Jia family was severely hit. Now, it is really just. What was left was an empty shell, and the insides were also removed.

Jia Lian and his wife, one of whom was in charge of outside affairs and the other in charge of domestic affairs, could see it more clearly than anyone else. They had spent enough time tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall. Now, with their brothers holding such a good way to make money, how could they Not moved?

Jia Lian chuckled, "You want to find a way to make money from him? Look at his attitude towards us? The old lady has been so close to us, how could he ever take it seriously? He now holds military power and has a high position. Weight, I heard that the palace treats him very seriously, so let me tell you, don’t mess with him as soon as possible, it’s hard to say, if we don’t offend the river, we can still get by, if we keep doing this, sooner or later!”

Xifeng was horrified when she heard this, and couldn't think clearly, "Sooner or later? We are all flesh and blood, let's talk about this! Isn't he your brother? Even though he has passed away over there, at least his biological parents are still here! "

"Stop talking about this. When these words reach his ears, who is his mother? His mother has a posthumous decree from the palace. Do you think he still wants to treat people here as relatives? How did we do it back then? For him?"

Jia Lian finished laughing and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Xifeng's sleeves, "Don't leave in a hurry. To fight a tiger, we need biological brothers. He might as well regard you as his biological brother. Look at Yun from the fifth sister-in-law's house under the west corridor. Son, last time, the fifth sister-in-law came and said she wanted to find a job for Yun'er here. Unfortunately, the job was given to Qinger for the first time. When the fifth sister-in-law went over there, she unexpectedly found a job. They came back to build the garden, and I saw Yun'er dressed in brand new clothes.

He can help Yun'er. You are his biological brother and you protected him when he went to Dongshan Garden. Now that he is a noble man, why can't he promote you? "

Jia Lian also knew that Jia Cong had given Jia Yun an opportunity. After hearing this, he said, "He is not only the Marquis, but also the patriarch of the Jia family. It is his responsibility to take care of the younger members of the clan. What's wrong with him supporting Yun'er?" ? Forget it, I’ll go discuss it with the master first, and we’ll see what we say later.”

Jia Lian was impatient to listen to Xifeng's chatter, so he went out and walked towards the front yard. He had no intention of discussing with Jia Zheng, so he turned around at the east corner door and entered the black oil gate.

Since Jia She suffered a scissor from Mrs. Zhong five years ago and injured her lungs, she has been unable to use her strength. Every day, she only drinks and has fun with her concubines in the house. Even if she gets angry, most of them are concubines. It takes a lot of effort, neither heavy nor light, to train a group of concubines to be as light as a swallow, their waist strength is greatly increased, and they are as soft as a willow branch.

And because Jia She was old, his lung energy was damaged, and his kidney energy was exhausted over time. The work was always sluggish, hard, and as soft as silkworms, which always made Cuiyun and others feel like they were stuck, and they couldn't wait to do it. He was happy and often scolded him behind his back for being "old and dim, greedy and biting off more than he can chew".

Except for a few who know etiquette and have a sense of shame, there are others who may make fun of the young children of the second family, flirt with Jia Lian, and flirt with each other.

When Jia Lian came over, he originally wanted to go to the backyard to pay his respects to Mrs. Xing. Unexpectedly, Jia She saw him and called him into the study.

Jia She had been drained by wine and sex, and he looked much older than his actual age. He had injured his body in the past few years, and he didn't know how to take care of it anymore. His white hair was a bit dazzling, and he was wearing a red silk checker coat. , wearing a fluttering scarf of the same color on his head, leaning on the chair, his face pale, and he would breathe heavily if he moved slightly, as if he was alive.

"What are you doing here?"

As soon as Jia She asked, Jia Lian's heart trembled. After all, he had done a lot of bad things, thinking that Jia She was asking for help. The sweat on his forehead was about to roll down, and he said, "Qian'er's son and Feng Ziying met. When I asked about the master's physical condition, he said that Zhang Youshi, who had treated Brother Zhen before, was going to Beijing soon. If he came to his house, would you like to recommend it to my father?"

Jia Lian didn't make this up, it's just that Feng Ziying had said it a long time ago. Although he agreed at the time, he didn't take it to heart. Today, he used it in a hurry to prevaricate.

"It's also your filial piety!" Seeing that his son still cared about his health, Jia She felt a little happy and asked, "I asked you to find some good fans for me to use. What's the matter?" How did you do?"

I have to blame Liu Fang for this matter. I came to see Jia She a few days ago and talked to him. He was shaking an ancient fan in his hand. In front of Jia She, he said that ancient fans are popular nowadays, and there are no fashionable fans. Jia She's eyes are not in the eyes of others. If you say this, the few fans in the house will not be in Jia She's eyes.

It was early summer, and it was not yet hot enough to use a fan. However, it was also elegant to see a dignitary shaking a fan in his hand.

"I've searched everywhere, but I haven't found a good fan yet." Jia Lianxin said. Buying antiques is something you can only do by chance, and it's not a good thing. Can you ask everywhere with gongs and drums?
Seeing that Jia She's face was not good, Jia Lian was afraid of being beaten again, so he hurriedly said, "What do you usually need? Leng Zixing can help. He went in with Zhou Rui again and was sent out. Now he also He didn’t come back. Even if there is something good in the city, it won’t reach our ears unless it’s a coincidence!”

Zhou Rui's family was Mrs. Wang's companion. Originally, Zhou Rui was in charge of renting land in spring and autumn. In his spare time, he only took the young man out with him, while Zhou Rui's family only took care of going out with his wife and grandmothers. Later, Zhou Rui was They were all sent to prison, and now they don’t know where they are being exiled, whether they are dead or alive.

After Zhou Rui went in, Leng Zixing's family was also implicated. These were all the faults of Jia Cong. When Jia She thought of this rebellious son, his heart ached and panicked, and he couldn't breathe again. He wheezed. Like an old windmill, it shakes and pulls loudly.

Jia Lian glanced at Jia She. He didn't know what it was like. He had some rebellious thoughts, but he didn't dare to let them come to the fore.

"The traitor, how come this traitor is not dead yet!" Jia She cursed, holding his neck like a fish out of water, pulling on his chest and cursing.

"Master, please calm down!" Jia Lian stepped forward to caress Jia She's back. Seeing that the two concubines had already taken action, he took advantage of the situation and retracted his hand. His pair of peach blossom eyes never left the two of them, flirting with them. The corners of his eyes were connected by a thin line, and they couldn't be separated.

"You think of a way. You must get two ancient fans. If you can't get them within three days, let me break your legs. It's useless and you can't even get a few fans. What use do you have?" "Jia She cursed intermittently.

Seeing this, the Qingkemen next to me hurriedly said, "Old man, don't be angry, or you may be so angry that your bones will be broken. I heard that there is a place where someone has dozens of good fans hidden in his house. I told Brother Shi later, Brother Shi, hello." To serve.”

Jia Lian didn't want to make a fuss about it. Hearing this, he said with a half-smile, "Then I'll rely on you!"

Just as he was talking, Zhang Cai came in from outside the door and said, "Master, the third master is here. He said he came to pay his respects to the master!"

Third master?

For a moment, everyone in the room was stunned. They didn't know who the third master was talking about, or Jia She reacted first and cursed, "That bastard, you little bitch, what is he doing here?"

The eyes of the Qingke disciples in the room were brightened. An old boy named Yan Hong came to persuade him, "Old man, the second brother is now a marquis after all, and a general in charge of the army. Such a thousand-mile horse." , ordinary people would never think of it. After all, they are father and son, why would this old man chase people away like this?"

Jia She was so angry that he rose to the sky. His whole body was like a bulging air bag. It seemed that if he accidentally poked it, it would burst. He said angrily, "Get out of here! Let him get out of here!" Zhang Cai died in embarrassment. , outside the door, Jia Cong has strode in. He is wearing a Zhongjing crown and a sky-blue Confucian shirt. His face is like the bright moon and his eyes are like morning stars. As soon as he comes in, a light flashes in his eyes. He has the majesty of a superior person. It made everyone in the room look stern.

"You, you rebellious son, what are you doing here?" Jia She pointed at Jia Cong and said angrily.

"Master, I haven't seen you for many years. Come here to say hello to me and see if I am okay?" Jia Cong bowed slightly towards him and said.

The last time he came back from Jinling, he was in a hurry to go to war and didn't come over to see how Jia She was doing. When he saw it now, he looked like he was still alive.

Jia She glared angrily. He was blessed enough to understand Jia Cong's words. The meaning of his words was clearly, let me see why you are still alive?

In any case, he was Jia Cong's biological father, and the rebellious son refused to bow to him when he saw him.

In the room, all the Qingke disciples and Jia She's concubines had warm eyes for the young man. Yan Hong was even more lucky. Fortunately, he just said a few words to Ning Guohou. I don't know if he heard it. A pair of triangular eyes couldn't help but look at Jia Cong.

Jia Cong and Jia She met each other's eyes, with frost and cold in their eyes. Their disgust and hatred were undisguised, and their eyes as if they were looking at dead people also made Jia She feel particularly uncomfortable.

This expression was only for Jia She to see. After a short glance, Jia Cong looked at Jia Lian and said with a common courtesy, "Master, thanks to the second brother Lian these years, I still want to go to the old lady." Please say hello, I won’t stay any longer!”

After saying that, Jia Cong turned around and wanted to leave, but Jia She yelled, "Stop, you traitor!"

Jia Cong stood with his back to him. After a while, he said to everyone in the room, "Get out, the master and I have something to say!"

Not only Jia Lian was surprised, but also Jia She was surprised and said angrily, "What do you want to do?"

Jia Cong ignored him, glanced at Jia She's concubines and guests with stern eyes, and sneered, "Why, do you want to listen while I'm talking to the master?"

No one dares!

Jia Cong did not restrain his murderous aura. These people were all in danger and did not dare to ask what Jia She meant. They hurriedly bowed and slipped out. Zhang Cai even closed the door considerately.

Jia Lian took a step slower and was about to leave, but was stopped by Jia Cong, "Brother Lian, you stay here to be a personal witness!"

"What, who's the witness?" Jia Lian was afraid of this younger brother. When he was in Dongshan Garden, he had seen Jia Cong's methods. Over the years, as Jia Cong has reached the height he is today step by step, he didn't want to think about it at all. Provoke this plague god.

Therefore, when Xifeng wanted to take advantage of Jia Cong, he sneered. To him, it was like seeking the skin of a tiger.

At this time, this feeling is even stronger.

"The master is in poor health, and he dislikes me. When I return from the expedition, I have to follow the etiquette and come to greet the elders of the clan. If there is something wrong with the master, I am afraid that he will be suspected of being a plum in the melon field. Brother Lian will stay here. Here, you can testify with me."

"Nizi, do you want to make me angry to death?" Jia She said, his face flushed and his ears red. He pointed at Jia Cong with one hand and covered his lips with the other hand. He kept coughing. This was caused by lack of oxygen in the lungs and rapid breathing.

The two brothers stood silently and no one came forward. They must have been able to bear witness to each other, and Jia She had been ill for many years. If he returned to the west, he would also die.

Jia She coughed for a long time before he regained his breath. Jia Cong raised his eyelids and glanced at him coolly, asking, "Why did you keep me here?"

"Get out, get out, get out, get out of here and don't come back again!" Jia She kept Jia Cong just to scold him, but in a fit of anger, his own life was almost gone, so Jia She didn't dare to keep Jia Cong any longer. .

"Yes!" Jia Cong said, "However, sir, although my mother hurt you, she lost her life. Please don't remember the past on me. My mother saw it in the spirit of heaven. Maybe it was More and more sad.”

Jia Cong deliberately mentioned this matter, but Jia Lian couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing that he was about to make Jia She angry to death, he opened his mouth, but did not say anything to stop him. Instead, he said, "Master, what brother Cong said makes sense." , back then Aunt Zhong... Madam must have thought of Brother Cong's grandfather, and then she started to think about it..."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, get out, get out of here, both of you!" Jia She couldn't see that Jia Lian was inspired by that bastard Jia Cong to be so unfilial to him.

Jia Lian walked quickly to the door and shouted, "Zhang Cai, come in, why don't you call someone to serve the master? What a lazy idiot!"

For Jia Lian, Jia Cong's stimulating behavior simply opened a new door for him. He roared, and Jia She became angry in the room. Half of his chest hurt like it was torn apart. Life was worse than death. .

Jia Cong looked at him coldly for a while. When Zhang Cai and his two concubines rolled in, he came out of the room.

Daiyu and Jia Cong entered the black oil gate together, went to the backyard to see Mrs. Xing, and after a moment of establishing rules, Mrs.

Jia Cong walked towards Jia Lian and asked, "Brother Lian, Sister-in-law Feng came to my house today and said that Brother Lian wanted to do some business and wanted to do it with me. Is this possible?"

Jia Cong raised his eyebrows, but Jia Lian didn't know what he was thinking, and said hurriedly, "Listen to her, women are dictating things all day long, so how can I do anything in business?"

Jia Cong nodded, "Second brother Lian is the best, he does his duty, and peace is a blessing!"

After he finished speaking, he walked towards Daiyu. Daiyu also came over. Her eyes were full of concern. The husband and wife had the same mind. They could know each other with just one look. Jia Cong smiled at her and said, "Let's go." Bar!"

In the room, Jia She's breathing gradually slowed down. Jia Lian listened at the door. For some reason, he felt a little irritated in his heart. It was like a person waiting for a result for a long time. It seemed like he had to wait. When we arrive, who knows, it seems to be far away again.

On the carriage, Daiyu was held in Jia Cong's arms. Her soft hands touched Jia Cong's chest and back, and said, "The master didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"What can I do? I thought he would not get better if he delayed for a few years."

Jia Cong thought to himself that he was still not dead after so many years, and he couldn't be allowed to live any longer. He had to find a way.

He had read a lot of Red Mansions. If he followed the common book approach and brought out the incident between Jia Lian and Xiaoma's daughter, Jia She would be angry to death, but in this case, Jia Lian would be useless for the rest of his life.

He had no intention of accepting Xifeng. Kuang Jia Lian had never offended him, and he had no need to destroy Jia Lian.

Jia Lian is one of the few people in the Jia family who has a conscience and is somewhat shrewd and talented. The most important thing is that Jia Lian was worried about him in Dongshan Garden back then. He doesn't want to erase this feeling of affection.

For so many years, Jia Lian has actually been doing the good deeds of "cutting meat to feed eagles and sacrificing one's life to feed tigers." You know, Jia She can't do much even if he doesn't get hurt. In the original work, it's not that Qiu Tong dislikes him for "biting off more than he can chew." What's more, he's injured now.

However, he had so many concubines in the house, and he would not let go of anyone with a fair head and a straight face in the house. As time goes by, if it were not for Jia Lian, how could there be peace today?

(End of this chapter)