As Jia Huan and Aunt Zhao entered the inner hall, the original laughter and light atmosphere disappeared in an instant.
Falling into an eerie silence.
It's that scene where the air suddenly becomes quiet.
Jia Heng picked up the tea cup on the small table beside him, took a sip, and looked at Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan, mother and son, with an indifferent expression.
He actually had a general dislike for the mother and son who acted like monsters. Instead, he felt that they were pitiful people.
Of course, there must be something hateful about poor people.
Aunt Zhao also gradually became aware of the strange and quiet atmosphere in the inner hall. When she looked up, she saw the old lady, well, just like before, wearing a brown silk short gown with longevity characters, and a green pearl hairband on her head, like silver temple hair.
He was perfectly calm, except that there were no smile lines on his face. He was served by a mandarin duck and amber maid behind him.
On the chair on the left, Sister Feng.
No need to look at this, Aunt Zhao already had some fear and disgust in her heart, so she continued to look down.
Huh? This is...
But he saw a young man in a plain brocade robe sitting on the chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand and looking at him calmly.
The kind of self-prestige without anger...
"snort."
Sister Feng just snorted softly, and the fairy concubine looked at Aunt Zhao with a half-smiling expression on her pretty and charming face, with a sneer in her heart.
Jia Heng glanced at Sister Feng and thought to himself, only the Deng Jie of later generations could describe her beauty and charm with such a smiling face.
I heard Sister Feng chuckle and say: "Auntie, why are you taking Huan'er to Rongqing Hall to cause trouble if you don't enjoy your leisure time in the house? Don't you see that they are talking about business? And Brother Huan, don't cry, how old are you?
You’re a human being, and you’re still crying.”
When Jia Huan heard this, he glanced at Sister Feng timidly, and his crying gradually stopped.
At this time, a person flashed behind Sister Feng, but it was Ping'er. Holding a corner of aqua-green handkerchief, he took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the plate on the side, twisting his graceful figure with a willow branch, and walked in front of Jia Heng.
Then he left, and after dispersing the scent of orchid and musk along the way, he came to Jia Huan.
Ping'er wiped Jia Huan's tears and nose with a handkerchief, and said with a chuckle: "Master Huan is also a big man, why do you just cry so much?"
With that said, he handed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Jia Huan with the other hand, and said with a gentle smile: "Want to eat it or not."
Jia Heng watched this scene quietly and thought to himself, this Ping'er is actually kind-hearted.
If we're talking about scenes, it's like Sister Feng, who doesn't even move her buttocks.
If she was doing something public, it would be impossible to wipe her nose with a handkerchief. From this, it can be seen that this woman has a good heart and is not pretentious.
"If we follow some foreshadowings in Dream of Red Mansions, after Jia Lian abandoned Sister Feng, he should have straightened Ping'er up." Jia Heng put down the tea cup and looked a little deeper.
Perhaps Jia Heng's gaze rested on Ping'er a little more. Perhaps because of the angle of his gaze, sitting Jia Heng's thoughtful gaze seemed to fall on Ping'er's erect breasts.
This scene was not noticed by others who were paying close attention to Aunt Zhao, but was captured by Sister Feng and Danfeng who were sitting aside. She blinked a few times and caught it with her shrewd eyes. Her jade face paused slightly and her heart skipped a beat.
Uncle Heng...where are you looking?
Could it be that Ping'er fell into his eyes?
On the other side of the room, Jia Huan listened to Ping'er's warm words and stopped crying. He responded, took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Ping'er's hand, and started to eat it.
Aunt Zhao snorted angrily and said angrily: "You eat whatever they give you!"
"Ping'er." Sister Feng called softly, and the radiant young woman's face was full of smiles and said: "I can't be your light, why are you pretending to be a good old man? Come here quickly!"
Ping'er, who was dressed in an aqua skirt and had her hair in a girl's bun, was pretty. With a smile on her pale face, she turned around and said, "Grandma, Brother Huan is still young."
While talking, he turned around and walked to Sister Feng's side.
Over there, Tanchun's flawless white cheeks were already flushed. Under her handsome dark eyebrows, her bright eyes looked at Aunt Zhao with anguish, her cherry lips twitched, but she was pulled by Daiyu on the side, shaking her head to indicate,
Don't say anything more.
This kind of dispute between the elders, it is okay for the younger generation like them to discuss right and wrong in private, but in this inner hall in front of everyone, if one of them is not good, it is easy to get a reputation of being frivolous.
Tan Chun pursed her pink lips. Suddenly, her heart panicked and she subconsciously looked at the young man in plain clothes sitting opposite.
Seeing the young man sitting upright, calm and relaxed, holding a cup of tea and tasting it, looking at ease, Tanchun took a deep breath, and for some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Jia Mu frowned and said, "Brother Huan, what's going on?"
In this situation, other than Jia Mu, a mother like her, not even Mrs. Wang would be able to shout at Aunt Zhao with open arms.
Aunt Zhao said: "Old lady, please explain! Brother Huan and Mingyan and the boys next to Baoyu were playing dice to make money. Mingyan, because he was bigger than Brother Huan, colluded with a few boys.
, the money to coax Brother Huan, Brother Huan argued a few words, and was scolded by Mingyan for being a slave for several generations. Listen, does this slave still look like a slave? Brother Huan has such a wicked heart, he will not do anything else.
Zhengqi, he is also the master, and now he is being scolded like this by a servant..."
When Jia Mu heard this, she rubbed her eyebrows and her face was a bit ugly. Mainly in front of the old god, the young man with a calm demeanor, she actually felt that she had lost face. It was rare to see a straight face and said: "Feng
Girl, go find someone to beat Mingyan and kick her out. Don't let anyone say such bastardous things like this again!"
When Baoyu heard this, he was very anxious. Mingyan was the first boy he liked. He was smart and smart. He found a lot of interesting and fresh things for him from outside. If he beat him, he would kick him out.
, what should we do?
It has to be said that among Baoyu's servants, Mingyan was the most clever, eccentric and daring. Afterwards, he made a big fuss in the school, took Baoyu to Hua Xiren's house, and even collected miscellaneous books such as "The Romance of the West Chamber" for Baoyu to read.
Baoyu chuckled and said: "Old ancestor, although Mingyan is a bit playful on weekdays, she probably wouldn't say such stupid things."
Seeing this, Mrs. Wang also squeezed out a faint smile on her fair face with visible wrinkles, and said: "Old lady, Mingyan follows Baoyu. In the past, I knew he was a good man, so he shouldn't say such things. Maybe
Did Brother Huan hear wrongly?"
If the eldest brother and the younger brother were beaten and kicked out for scolding the younger brother, and the news spread, Baoyu's reputation would be affected to some extent.
As for reputation, she didn't realize it before, but now she realizes that it is too important.
She listened to the master tirelessly talking about Jia Heng's deeds on weekdays, so she wondered whether this person in the East Mansion had some reputation from the "Resignation List", and then she came into the eyes of the officials in the palace and the court.
?
Seeing the hesitation on Jia Mu's face, Sister Feng smiled. Danfeng's eyes under Liu Yemei's eyebrows flickered and she said delicately: "Old ancestor, why don't you ask the boy next to Mingyan, some children like to exaggerate.
Brother Huan, you also know this kid."
As soon as this was said, Jia Mu also felt that it was reasonable, and Mrs. Wang's expression also changed slightly, and she said with a smile: "Old lady, why don't you send someone to ask and verify, if Ruo Mingyan is really a bad person, can't we deal with it?"
When Aunt Zhao heard this, her expression changed slightly, and she suddenly felt anxious. She pinched her waist and said in a sweet voice: "What are you talking about, madam? Do you think my Huan'er is telling lies? If Huan'er doesn't live up to his expectations, he will point his finger at her."
How many generations have you been born to scold your own nose?"
It was obviously Sister Feng who was in trouble, but Aunt Zhao clearly did not dare to confront such a fierce person like Sister Feng, but she rushed towards the usually "kind-faced and kind-hearted" Mrs. Wang with a gun and a stick.
Mrs. Wang was being scolded by Aunt Zhao, her expression did not change, she just suppressed her smile, pinched the beads in her hand, glanced sideways at Aunt Zhao, and said nothing.
It is a great disgrace to argue with such a shameless little prostitute.
However, this contemptuous and arrogant attitude undoubtedly angered Aunt Zhao even more.
The rain catches up all night, love overflows like rain
In other words, this kind of condescending and almost indifferent attitude towards a big woman is exactly what Aunt Zhao longs for in her heart, and she wishes she could replace it with her own body.
"Brother Huan was born as a slave for several generations, and I was originally a slave serving the master in the old lady's house... Wuwu..." Aunt Zhao suddenly collapsed on the ground, slapping the ground up and down with her handkerchief, crying and singing
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Valley
Then his eyes somehow caught sight of Tanchun, who was sitting on Jia Mu's left hand side, and cried: "Third girl, you are a deadbeat. Your brother is suspected of telling lies and scolding yourself. Are you an idiot?"
It doesn’t move, you wish it was born from my wife’s belly, right?”
When Tan Chun was "named", it felt like he was struck by thunder, his delicate body trembled violently, and his pretty and bright face turned pale because these words were really too unpleasant to hear.
Why does she wish she was born in the wife's belly?
And, the most important thing is that Tanchun has never thought about it in his heart... There is something to say.
Tan Chun's heart was full of shame, shame and anger, and he was about to stand up to tell the difference, but Daiyu on the side held Tan Chun's sleeve tightly, and there was a firmness in the starry eyes under her eyebrows, clearly refusing to let him stand.
rise.
Tanchun's cheeks were pale, her heart was aching, and she felt endless grievances. Her charming, clear eyes gradually became misty, but this young girl's mood was always bright and bright. Even if there were tears rolling in her eyes, they would not fall.
For a moment, he just widened his bright and shining eyes and looked at Aunt Zhao.
When Jia Mu heard this, she felt that the fuss was becoming more and more unusual, and was about to speak.
And Aunt Zhao didn’t know if it was because the patriarchs like Jia Heng were in front of her. She was so courageous and wanted to shout: "Third Miss..."
However, she heard a cough from the side, as if she had stopped casting a spell. Aunt Zhao held her words in her throat, and looked at the peaceful young man with surprise and uncertainty.
I saw the young man cast a pair of cold, dagger-like eyes, calm and evil-looking.
Such a thing as power does exist. A look in the eyes of some people conveys the oppression of a superior.
Of course, in fact, it is not so mysterious, but a psychological advantage.
Sister Feng looked at this scene, her gorgeous and charming face paused, and she looked at the young man in brocade robes with shining eyes.
Not only Sister Feng, Daiyu, Yuanyang, but also Li Wan also laid their eyes on the young man in brocade robe.
This is Jia Heng's current family status. Through his martial arts skills with swords and spears, and his moral character in every word and deed, he has gained such power that Beichen lives in his place, and all the stars stand over him.
But they saw the young man in brocade robes getting up, with a silent expression, walking to Tanchun on the opposite side, taking out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handing it over.
"Wipe your tears." Jia Heng looked at Duo Tanchun who was about to cry with warm eyes and said softly.
Jia Mu, Mrs. Wang, Li Wan, Sister Feng: "..."
Daiyu: "???"
Tan Chun reached out to take the handkerchief, and when he looked into those firm and resolute eyes, he suddenly couldn't hold back any longer, and all the grievances in his heart poured out. The tears that were originally rolling in his eyes suddenly fell down his cheeks, unable to stop them.
The trend of breaking the embankment.
Daiyu also quickly picked up the handkerchief and wiped it with Tanchun.
Jia Heng said warmly: "Okay, okay, don't cry."
However, with the warm words in his ears, Tanchun felt like his tears had been broken, unable to stop falling down and sobbing.
Baoyu, who was sitting aside, looked sideways at this scene. He didn't know why, his eyes were wandering, and he thought to himself, the third sister has never shed tears. If these tears flow for me, they will flow into a big river and float my body.
Along the small river surrounded by peach blossoms and willows, among the petals and catkins, sent to a remote place where no bird can reach, and faded with the weather...
At this moment, I heard Jia Heng say: "If you cry any more, your makeup will be ruined and it won't look good."
The crying stopped, and at this moment, Baoyu stopped his crazy thoughts and looked at Tanchun with his face full of Mid-Autumn moon.
Tanchun stretched out his hand to wipe his tears and raised his eyes to see the young man looking at him firmly and gently, as if a warm light shone into his heart.
"Brother Heng." Tan Chunying looked down, tilting her head slightly, revealing her fair and jade-like neck, but her heart was wandering over a few words, her makeup was stained with tears, and it didn't look good...
The gestures and language of showing a soft part like the neck to the opposite sex generally have the meaning of being submissive and submissive, just like the gestures and language of a woman flipping her hair in front of a man, which often have the meaning of showing charm and charm.
Jia Heng's eyes were a little deeper, and he nodded, facing the gazes of everyone, and said calmly: "Although I am the leader of the clan, I am not the master of the Xifu. Therefore, I should not be involved in matters that are not related to clan affairs, but Aunt Zhao
Since you have said that a slave deceives his master, and you use me as an example, I have to say a few words."
Without waiting for anyone to say anything, Jia Heng suddenly cast a pair of calm eyes on Aunt Zhao.
Being stared at by the sharp eyes like a tiger and a wolf, Aunt Zhao's heart suddenly suddenly dropped, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look away.
"Come here, bring Mingyan!" Jia Heng said with a gloomy face.
This deep shout was heard in the Five Cities Military and Horse Division, and it once intimidated a national nobleman into kneeling on the ground, begging for death.
Similarly, in the Jinyi Mansion, the notorious Jinyi Guard Tongzhi was also frightened. Thousands of households in Jinyi were trembling with fear, either sweating like jelly or afraid to sweat.
All the female relatives in the Rongqing Hall felt a chill in their hearts when they heard the murderous shout.
This is man!
The men who are officials outside give orders and everyone is on alert.
There are no men like this standing outside to take care of things, they...
Lin Zhixiao, who was waiting at the screen, responded and called several servants and boys to go find Mingyan.
After a while, he led a young boy into the inner hall.
Because he was Baoyu's personal servant and often accompanied him to the inner house, so there was no taboo.
This is a teenage boy, wearing a grass-green servant uniform and a black hat. As soon as he entered the inner hall, feeling the stormy atmosphere, his face turned pale, he knelt down and said: "I have seen the old lady.
Madam, Uncle Heng, Second Master Bao... Jia Heng's eyes were cold and he said: "Mingyan, you said that Jia Huan was born from several generations of slaves?"
"Uncle, where did I say this? I just said, children, don't be naughty. Go ahead and be naughty." Mingyan looked frightened and said in a hurry.
Jia Huan had also eaten the cakes at this time, and knew that the trouble was about to get serious, so he said urgently in a childish voice: "You said it, you said it..."
Aunt Zhao also pinched her waist and said: "You are a maggot with evil heart and an uncreated seed. You usually can't be stubborn in my house, but you are going to be stubborn with the little boy in Baoyu's room to ask for that boring thing..."
"Huh? I asked you?" But at this moment, I saw a glance, and what Aunt Zhao was saying was cut off. Her voice gradually became softer and could not be heard. At this time, Mingyan swore and cried: "
If I said this, I would be punished to death!"
However, seeing Ming Yan, who usually looked up, crying in fear, Jia Huan seemed to be encouraged and shouted: "That's what you said, you said it!"
Above, Mother Jia looked at this scene and rubbed her eyebrows. As for Mrs. Wang, her eyes were full of disgust, but she still cast her eyes on the young man to see how he would behave.
"If you don't distinguish between right and wrong, and follow the bastard to bully the legitimate son, I will tell you in front of the old lady."
As for Sister Feng, there was a sneer on the corner of her mouth. Danfeng looked at Aunt Zhao coldly, and then her eyes fell on Jia Heng. She was also a little curious, how would Uncle Heng deal with her?
Daiyu also looked at Jia Huan with a pair of starry eyes, shaking her head secretly in her heart.
Yingchun and Xichun also looked at Jia Huan, with a bit of displeasure in their eyes.
Generally speaking, the younger the young, the less likely they like this kind of noisy behavior.
And there was an inexplicable look on Li Wan's elegant and soft face, "When Lan'er grows up, she will never be like his third uncle Huan, even if she wants to learn..."
A pair of soft eyes couldn't help but fall on the tall young man.
"It's just that Uncle Heng doesn't seem to be good at classics..."