The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 81
"When you and I are master and disciple, we are like father and son. I don't have a son or a half, and I will rely on you to support me until I die. If you don't tell me what you have to say, who should you tell me?" Xia Jin said.

These are masters and apprentices in this era, no less important than father and son. Many people value the heir of the mantle more highly than their own parents and children.

And Xia Jin is a warrior and a general. He spits and nails, and his words are naturally not pretentious.

Jia Cong took out the 3000 taels of silver notes from his arms and presented them to Xia Jin with both hands.

Xia Jin didn't answer, "What are you doing? Since I gave it to you, it is also your Jia family's money. What do you mean when I take it back?"

"The people in the Jia family have already suspected that the disciple was playing tricks with the master. They have set their sights on these banknotes of the disciple. If they keep them with them any longer, it will be a big harm."

Xia Jin had no choice but to take it, and his stomach was full of anger.

"On that day, you had no choice. You were no better than the children of the Jia family. You had your parents and elders to rely on. Who could you rely on? Although this method was not so bright, it was a last resort."

"The master is so kind to his disciple that he will not be able to repay it even if he makes a grass ring in his next life. Only the master who truly loves his disciple and the disciple said that he would do this, the master is willing to cooperate. The disciple also knows in his heart, What my disciple did was not fair and aboveboard."

Uncle Kui had suffered the consequences of being fair and upright all his life, and said angrily, "What is upright and upright? Do you think those Gonggun gentlemen in the court, who look so full of righteousness, are also upright people behind their backs?"

Xia Jin waved his hand to tell Uncle Kui not to say this, "There are still many honest people in the court, and you can't beat them to death with one shot."

"It's just that... Cong'er's words are not entirely correct. Although what you did is not aboveboard, it is also flexible. You can not stick to one method and think of saving your own life first, instead of being blindly loyal. As a teacher, I feel half relieved."

"Tell me, what exactly are you going to do?" Xia Jin grabbed Jia Cong's arm and easily pulled him up.

"The disciple goes to the palace every morning and comes back from the palace. He will come to the master to continue practicing martial arts. This route is fixed. If Jia Zhen wants to attack me, she will definitely not be able to do it at home. The old lady thinks about the whole family. He won't agree to it right now. He doesn't have the guts to do it near the imperial city, so the only place where he can attack is on the way from the master's home to his home."

When Xia Jin heard this, he was inevitably frightened. "When my teacher came back from Liaodong, he also brought back a few soldiers. Although they were incomplete, they were brave and extraordinary soldiers. It's just that the Jia family is after the Duke of the country. There must also be some veterans who accompanied the Duke on the battlefield, and they may not have a chance of winning against each other."

"Master, I don't know, but the Jia family is not what it used to be. Although there are a few old servants in the family who have followed the masters on three or four military expeditions, there are also those who carried the masters out of the pile of dead people, and died while starving themselves. But he stole something to feed his master,

After two days without water, he got half a bowl of water for his master to drink, and he drank it himself. Ma Zhong's loyal servant.

These people were treated differently by their ancestors. Who among this generation still remembers the kindness of the past?It's just that I just eat and drink at home, get angry, and act drunk. "

Xia Jin shook his head, thinking about the situation in the homes of those distinguished nobles.

"If Jia Zhen wants to touch me, she won't do it blatantly, and there's no one in the family that he can use. It just depends on how he does it?" Jia Cong squinted his eyes and thought, "As long as he does it, he will definitely bring out the shadow. Don’t worry about not having any countermeasures.”

Jia Cong has already set up two spies in the Ningguo Mansion through Lao Hetou. The situation in the Mansion over there is even worse, leaking like a sieve.

At least Jia Cong knew which baby mother Jia Rong slept in every day and sucked milk. How many times did Jia Zhen wake up and scold him?
Seeing Jia Cong's confident look, Xia Jin could only feel heartbroken. For such a young child, he did not panic in the face of danger, but could think deeply to such an extent. You can only imagine how much hardship he had endured behind the scenes.

Xia Jin said, "Then I will first send two veterans to escort you. With them here, we can deal with some green-skinned hooligans, ten or eight of them."

Jia Cong said, "Two veterans are enough, but I also want to ask the master and the Wucheng Army and Horse Division to say hello and ask them to secretly send more people near Ningrong Street, just in case."

Xia Jin thought that Jia Cong was afraid. For him, this was just a matter of opening his mouth, so he responded immediately, "There are many nobles over there, so it is also an important area for them to patrol."

That night, Jia Cong continued to paint. For ten consecutive days, Jia Cong painted one picture every day. Soon, he had finished twelve paintings.

If you look carefully, you can see from these twelve paintings that these men and women are playing a long elimination game.

After taking a bath today, Jia Cong folded the twelve paintings, put them close to his body, and then took He Gui out of the black door and headed to Qipan Street.

At the east corner gate of Duke Ning's Mansion, a Qingma carriage stopped. In the carriage, a man over sixty years old, wearing a straight robe and a turban on his head, got out of the carriage.

Jia Rong greeted him at the door and hurriedly stepped forward, "Old sir, I'm sorry to welcome you from afar!"

"Don't you dare! I should have come earlier when I summoned you. Yesterday, I paid a visit to a guest all day long. I didn't come back until late at night. I was very tired. Diagnosing the pulse is unusual, so I didn't dare to force myself to do it. It’s a sin to wait an extra night!”

Jia Rong said, "Old sir, you're too polite. Yesterday, Uncle Feng told me that the old man's character, knowledge, and profound knowledge of medicine are not comparable to those quack doctors. He should have come to greet him in person, but he has to attend to illnesses in his later years, so he really can't do without. It’s already out of etiquette!”

"Young Master, you're serious! I'm not very good at medicine, so I didn't dare to recommend him so highly. Since Uncle Feng and the lords in the house have said so, I have to come, but I don't dare to accept the lord's name!"

Yesterday, Feng Ziying heard that Jia Zhen was ill, so she came to visit and told her about a gentleman named Zhang Youshi whom she had studied with since she was a child. He was the most knowledgeable, and he also had profound medical knowledge and could decide between life and death.

Jia Zhen's trauma has healed, and there is no longer any pain in her lower body. She can only move but her movements are not as good as before. Although she had expected to feel powerless, she did not expect that she is always soft and out of shape, and she often cannot even walk into the alley. It takes a lot of effort, how can you not be in a hurry?
Yesterday, Duke Ningguo's mansion took Jia Zhen's name card to ask for her. Early this morning, he came to ask for Jia Zhen's pulse.

The two declined Jia Zhen's invitation, but Jia Rong had no choice but to accept it and invited Zhang Youshi to sit in the hall.

After tea, Yu Lu came in and saluted, "The master said that if the old gentleman comes, I will ask him to come over and check his pulse. He was supposed to come out, but he couldn't move, so he had to bow to the old gentleman's respect." Last night. , Jia Zhen tortured her two aunts for half the night, and her body had just recovered, so she felt a little tired when she got up early.

Zhang Youshi stood up quickly, cupped his hands, and followed Jia Rong in.

Jia Zhen was still lying on the bed. When she saw the visitor, she bowed, said a few words, "I have to rely on the old gentleman for my illness."

"You are a late-born, rude corporal with little knowledge and knowledge. Yesterday, Uncle Feng informed me that I am a humble corporal. I accept the call and dare not to obey orders. But I have no practical knowledge, which makes me embarrassed." Zhang Youshi saluted.

"Sir, why should you be too modest? Why should you rely on your mastery to relieve the pain in your body?"

Zhang Youshi said no more. Jia Rong placed a stool beside the hospital bed and raised his hand to invite, "Please! Wait until I tell you about your father's illness and then check your pulse."

After Zhang Youshi sat down, he glanced at Jia Zhen, shook his head and said, "According to my wishes, I actually checked my pulse first and then said yes. I am the first to build Zunfu, so I don't know anything at all, but we, Uncle Feng, must call me I came here to take a look, so I had to come.

Now after checking the pulse to see if what I said is correct, I will tell you about the condition of the disease these days, and everyone will consider a prescription, whether it can be used or not, and then the uncle will make a decision. "

"Sir, you are really smart. Now I hate meeting you so late. Please take a look at your pulse, so that my father can rest assured."

The daughters-in-law at home brought big pillows, and Jia Zhen pulled up her sleeves and showed her pulse.

Zhang Youshifang stretched out his hand and pressed on the pulse of his right hand, adjusted his breath to a certain number, and calmly examined it carefully for half a moment before switching to his left hand, and the same thing happened again.After checking his pulse, he said, "Let's sit outside."

"No need, please tell Mr. Zhang right here, does my injury hinder me?"

Zhang Youshi thought for a moment and was about to speak when Jia Zhen waved her hand and gave Yu Lu a gesture, asking him to exclude all the servants in the room.

Yu Lu personally stood guard at the door and listened to the intermittent voices inside. At first, there was a lot of reciting medical skills, and then he could finally understand it a little more clearly.

"My lord, this symptom has been delayed by everyone. If the injury had been treated with medicine before it was healed, not only would there not be the problem today, but I am afraid it would have been cured by now. Now that the disease has been delayed to this point, it is also deserving of this disaster. . In my opinion, this disease can still be cured by three points. If you can lift it after taking my medicine, then you will be two points better."

Jia Zhen wanted more than just five points. She scolded Jia Cong in her heart and vowed to kill the kid. She asked, "Can't we return to the way we were before?"

"Sir, there is no need to worry! At your age today, you are usually a person who doesn't pay much attention to maintenance. Think about it for yourself, in the past, was it sometimes possible to get up early and sometimes not?"

Jia Zhen was silent, but she couldn't hide her illness and avoid medical treatment, so she had no choice but to nod.

"I also know your thoughts, but this disease cannot be rushed. During the time of taking medicine, it is best for you to have a clear mind and rest, and avoid alcohol and sex in order to strengthen your roots and seek recovery. You may be able to recover in the future."

Jia Zhen didn't believe this. After Zhang Youshi wrote the recipe and Jia Rong sent Zhang Youshi out, Jia Zhen winked at him again and asked him to ask Zhang Youshi if there was a safe way to be strong?
For Jia Zhen, what's the point of living if he can't get involved in wine and sex?
Jia Zhen was waiting in the inner room. Not long after, Jia Rong came happily and said, "Father, that Zhang Youshi is really well-informed. My son just asked him, and he said that there is a kind of candied fruit that is extremely safe." , and it doesn’t conflict with my father’s medication.”

"Why don't you tell me now, you bastard, if you don't pick up something important, tell me now!"

"Yes, yes, it is said that there is a kind of wild fruit in the mountains over in Guangxi. It is as big as a walnut, sour and astringent and difficult to eat. But it has an advantage. If you eat it, you can grow [-] points of energy. A rod of silver will grow. A gun can pick out the ladies of the army."

"Guangxi? On the edge of Nanhaizi, that far away place..."

"Dad, did you forget? The Wu family of the Guangdong general happened to be there. They said that every year, their family would bring ten carts of preserves made from this kind of fruit to Beijing from Guangxi. They would send them out jar by jar, and sell the rest. Working for a brothel, a wealthy family can make a lot of money."

"Hurry up and get someone to buy it!"

"Yes!"

Just as Jia Rong was about to go out, Jia Zhen called out to him again, "Wait a minute, you bastard, you don't need these, why are you in such a hurry? Have you found the person you were looking for?"

Jia Rong hesitated for a moment and said, "Father, people are ready. I heard that this year has not been good, and there are refugees everywhere. They occupy the mountains as kings, and demarcate the land as thieves. They dare to use sticks just for a few taels of silver." It's easy for these people to hide in the city when it comes to killing people. If they just pick up a broken bowl and others think it's a beggar, if we use these people, if anything happens, we won't be suspected."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"It's just that the old lady over there said that we have to wait until the Holy Birthday Festival is over. The Tao Te Ching was written by that bastard Jia Cong. I'm afraid something might happen..."

"Idiot! You said it was an accident. Since it was an accident, God wanted to punish you, and it was a homeless person who did it. Since we are not suspected, what are you afraid of?"

Jia Zhen kicked Jia Rong, "If you can't do this, tell me as soon as possible!"

　Try to update regularly. For the time being, I will update one chapter at 09:30 in the morning and one chapter at [-] p.m.

　　
　
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