Alternative Telling of Dream of Red Mansions: Cherishing Spring

Chapter 27
"Yes, ma'am." Xichun took a step back.She stood one step away, knowing that her identity had changed.No longer a lady, but a concubine.Long ago, Xi Niang led her to the newly installed wing.A piece of plain silk was spread on the brocade quilt embroidered with red silk. Xichun stood beside her and watched quietly. Seeing that she was busy, she took a letter of happy money as a reward. She was not at all shy. She was 17 years old, older than Mrs. Chen Hou when she married. It's still big—Ms. Wang taught this way of being happy.She knew it herself and had no right to be ashamed.

As expected, Xi Niang accepted it gratefully, and went out to cover the door.Xichun sat on the bed, looking at the shadow of the candle, the door knocked lightly, she heard footsteps behind her, and knew that it was Chen Hou who came.She stood up and bowed gracefully: "I am serving you in spring."

When he raised his eyes, he saw his husband, an old and decrepit man, his figure was somewhat bloated, but his momentum was not weak, and his eyebrows were thick and black.A pair of eyes were as sharp as an eagle, watching her eagerly.Xichun approached him docilely, and undressed him, knowing that she couldn't show any signs of disgust.Not even a trace.

Chen Hou was served by her, stared at her for a long time, finally closed his eyes and smiled a little.

The wind swept away, and the waves turned red.The aged Chen Hou was more urgent and violent than the young, determined to crush her delicate body like a soft snow like a rock falling from a cliff, without any mercy.Because maybe next time, there will be more than enough energy.Xichun closed her eyes, let him do her work, and only groaned from her throat - the voice can conjure up more tricks than the body. "Master..." She groaned weakly under him, "Forgive me." This is a play, and she knows it better than anyone else.Even though he was tall and muscular, his skin was already slack, without any fresh smell, after all, his age was not forgiving.Xichun was under him, as if buried in a pile of dead leaves.The most important thing is that there is no spark, even if buried in dead leaves, it will not burn.

In short combat, she didn't even feel the pain, but she cried out, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, as if she was in extreme pain.In her heart, it was as if the sun and day were intertwined, and the light and shadow were chaotic. A flash of thought flashed across Feng Ziying's face, and the person who penetrated into the blood was not him.

He trembled violently on top of her and stopped moving.Pressed against and slid out, wet and cold.She felt being hugged tightly by someone, and then loosened. After all, that person couldn't fight for a long time.He hugged her and gasped for breath: "Xichun, Xichun, I will die on your body that is so hard to buy."

"Master. I'm yours now. It's yours that's hard to buy." She pursed her lips and said gently, she was still sweating, but she raised her hand to caress his face.This is tenderness, and hypocrisy must also be tender.

"Yes." His hand stroking her body reluctantly, but finally fell into a deep sleep.She let out a long breath beside him, tired but not sleepy.

The next morning, Xichun braced herself to help Chen Hou get up, he held her down, and the tenderness on his face was astonishing. "You don't have to get up, take a good rest." Turning around and telling the servants, "Take good care of Auntie." Xichun smiled gently, nodded, leaned back on the pillow, watched him go out, turned her face inside and fell asleep, the servants also Quietly withdrawing, her position was quietly established in Chen Hou's gentle glance.

After everyone was gone, Xichun got out of bed and looked at her face in the mirror.After a night of wind and frost, she looked at her eyebrows and eyes, and it turned out that she didn't change instantly as people said, she was still herself, but her inner fission and shattering opened a huge gap with the previous one.

Xichun left the dressing table and lazily put on her gown, it was still early, before it was time to say hello to Madam, she stood at the window, took a sprig of white magnolia, leaned on the beauty's couch, and fiddled with it in her hand.

Morning light, loneliness.Birds go solo.

When she went to pay her respects, she was led by the servant girl through the hanging flower gate, through the moon hole where the branches of roses and roses intersected, and entered the West Flower Hall.The embroidered pavilions are scattered, the writing windows are slim, and the corridors are winding. All the way to the residence of Mrs. Chenhou.Along the way, some young maidservants came and went, and when they saw them coming, they all gave way, obviously they knew the new aunt.

When they arrived at Madam's place, the servant girl next to Xichun called out crisply: "Aunt Xi came to greet Madam."

Xichun was stunned when she heard the words, she was a little dazed, and laughed secretly - she was the aunt she was talking about, and she just stopped at the door in a daze.Then the door opened with a creak, and someone drew the curtain.Xichun walked to the door, gently lifted her sapphire blue gold and silver silk embroidered skirt, and stepped over the half-foot-high threshold.The servant girl followed in and lowered the door curtain.

Madam just got up and is still combing her hair.Seeing her coming, Yin smiled and said, "You came early, so I didn't get up. Why don't you rest for a while?" Xichun walked over and said, "Let me do it." Then she took the maid's comb and gently helped her Comb your hair.Madam said: "What's wrong with this, let them come here." Xichun didn't stop, and said with a slight smile: "What's wrong with this? I'm here to serve you and the master, why should you be polite to me? I should do it."

The madam smiled, and no longer refused, and sat in front of the mirror and let her go.After finishing it for a while, seeing that her hairstyle has taken on a new look, she smiled happily and said, "You are really handy." Seeing that Xichun was only wearing crab green satin shoes, there was no other pattern on the shoes, only the toe of the shoes was decorated with beads the size of rice grains, and he looked at her She smiled and said: "You are too plain." Madam looked at the glamorous Xichun, touched her heart, and her heart was once again disheartened - even if it was like this, she would be surprised by Xichun's radiant face.After all is young.She also had such a young age, but she was as far away as a lonely sail.In front of Xichun, she had to hold her hand, she couldn't show her disappointment, she smiled self-consciously, turned to look at Xichun's maid and said, "I don't know how hard they serve? It's a pity that the girl from the painting didn't bring you here, you are all alone of."

Xichun bowed her body and smiled apologetically: "With my master and madam here, I don't have to be wronged. I have made an appointment early in the painting, and if I want to get married, I will naturally let her out. There are still elections in the palace every few years. Let it go, and I have no reason to hold on to it."

Madam heard this, thought for a while, nodded and said: "This is your thoughtfulness." While speaking, she saw a servant girl serving tea, Madam took the tea from the servant girl's hand and wanted to drink it, she put it down after thinking about it, and said with a frown , "When people are old, they can't even use their stomachs. I can't stand this thin tea."

"Where is the old and not old?" Xichun said lightly, "tea is for the stomach, and it is naturally uncomfortable to drink tea on an empty stomach. Madam, use something else. I got up early and asked someone to cook jelly porridge. This is what I asked someone to do. Bring me a bowl." Then he turned around and shouted, "Xiuhen."

The servant girl who came with her went to take orders, and after a while brought a bowl of porridge, Xichun took it, and served his wife.He said something in a hurry before leaving.

Coming out of the room, Xichun breathed a sigh of relief - this was the beginning of her becoming an aunt, and it was actually not difficult to integrate into a life.She does her best to please others.Marquis Chen, madam, a servant in the mansion, has left her original environment, so she doesn't necessarily have a bad life, on the contrary, she still has a feeling of being released, after all, she has a home.It can be regarded as having a home.As a concubine, she would be considered a vixen in the mouths of others. Whether she is a good concubine or not will inevitably lead to gossip.She couldn't let it go, she couldn't get rid of this identity, so it's better to be calm.Like an actor, once he is on stage, he must be worthy of the audience who are willing to appreciate him.

Xichun sometimes thinks of her elder sister Yuanchun who passed away, her name was Noble Concubine, isn't she also an aunt in the palace?Xichun's carefulness was very effective. Two months later, Jia's mansion brought word that the matter had been completed.Xichun looked for an opportunity to report to Mrs. Ming, and returned home to Ning.

When she saw Baoyu, who had been away from home for a long time, and the man who was gloomy and vicissitudes of life, she was almost unrecognizable.

"Brother Baoyu..." she called.

The man who turned around when he heard the sound in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was not very excited when he saw her, but smiled and moved the corners of his mouth: "You are here."

Xichun was stunned, seeing that Baoyu was wearing a sky blue solid gauze jacket with a black sash tied around her body, and she didn't have a single plaything around her.Xichun felt both happy and sad, and felt that the ordeal Baoyu went out was actually not bad, but when he came back, Daiyu had already returned to the sky, and the good fortune was too hurtful.Thinking like this, Xichun couldn't say anything. Looking around the deserted Xiaoxiang Pavilion, the bamboos outside were still lush and green, reflecting the coolness and quietness of the room, so quiet that one could hear breathing in the room. The sound of rushing water.

After a long while, it was Baoyu who spoke slowly: "Fourth sister, Zijuan has already told me the matter. When sister Lin was ill, you had to worry about it."

He didn't mention his return, as if it didn't matter where he came back or not, he said it so lightly, as if he was no longer sad, but she clearly saw the color of his heart as gray in Baoyu's eyes-almost transparent, can be Gray that covers everything.

Xichun refrained from speaking, she saw a more desolate state of mind from Baoyu now than she did back then.

"You marry for me." Baoyu looked at her seriously, took a breath, raised his head and said, "But I can't help but disappoint you, I won't come back here again. In a few days I will bring Zicuckoo to Go to the south, build a grass hut in front of my sister's grave, and become a monk."

Xichun suddenly raised her head to look at him, was quite shocked, and murmured: "But——you are engaged to Sister Bao."

Baoyu raised his eyes, his eyes were gray and dark, looking into the distance as if he wanted to penetrate the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, a mature and indifferent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, at that moment, Xichun was sure that he was no longer the sentimental and indecisive Baoyu.I just heard him say: "If you are engaged, you can't leave home? I have lived according to the will of others for the first half of my life. Sister Lin will never do it again after she dies. She paid me with a lifetime of tears. Can't I spend a lifetime of love?" Time to pay her back?" Baoyu turned around and walked out the door, standing on the steps and looking up at the sky.Xichun followed out, knowing that no further persuasion was needed.Only Baoyu sighed: "I've heard about my sister too. It turns out that your life experience is not inferior to that of Sister Lin. You and Feng Ziying..." He sighed, "What a pity!"

Xichun was speechless, only felt the strong wind howling inside her heart, her eyes were sore, she stood on the steps and wept silently—brother, there are many things that we can do nothing about.

(End of this chapter)