The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 1 Bastard Jia Cong
In the late winter, after a night of north wind, the snow fell three feet thick.

Sitting in a small house facing east and west, the wind and snow are impermeable, and the cold air penetrates, making people feel like they have fallen into an ice cave.

There is a woman leaning on the kang to the east. She has been ill for a long time, but she is still in her prime, her face is as white as paper, and she looks as haggard as an old woman.

Jia Cong sat on the edge of the Kang, his hand held tightly by her.

Her voice was weak and intermittent due to coughing, "You asked for a pen the day before yesterday, and my aunt asked Huaping to buy it for you. Take a look, is it what you want?"

Until now, Jia Cong feels like he is in a dream.

He was born in the 21st century. After graduating from college, he had been working for less than two years and had not had time to buy a house and marry a wife. Unexpectedly, Nanke had a dream and woke up to become the concubine of Jia She in the world of Red Mansions.

His biological mother was the person in front of him, Jia She's concubine Zhong.

Jia Cong twitched his hand, helpless, the woman held it too tightly.

The maid named Huaping was standing at the door. She was wearing a thin silk jacket, a green satin waistcoat, and a green sweat scarf tied around her waist. When she heard this, she tilted her mouth, walked to the chest of drawers, and took out the A pen was handed to Jia Cong, "Third Master, you have to take care of it. This is not cheap. It cost nearly two yuan of silver."

"Huaping!" Zhong shook his head slowly, signaling Huaping not to say more.

She exerted too much force, her breath became short, and she covered her lips and coughed violently.

The rugged hand held the veil and covered it to her lips. When it calmed down and took it away, there were a few bright red spots on it.

She held it in her hand as if she didn't notice it, and didn't want her son to see it.

Jia Cong actually saw it and looked away calmly.

In memory, this pen is what the original person wanted.

Three days ago, the original person saw Jia Huan get a pen in his home school, and he went around saying that it was rewarded by Jia Zheng.

He was also a concubine, and Jia Huan got well in three days and then showed off in front of his original body. The original body was only a seven-year-old child, and his mind was already mature. He was wronged that day and cried for a long time when he came back. He even refused to go to school. Gugu said a lot of angry words.

Mr. Zhong tossed and turned all night, and his illness became more and more serious.

Jia Cong took the pen. It was a fine Hu pen and worth two cents of silver.

Only these two coins were a big expense for their house.

As usual, he and Zhong still have two taels of silver a month, but these four taels have never been seen.

In the world of Red Mansions, Jia She is as bad as Jia Zhen. Although he does not sleep with his daughter-in-law, he is angry with his father, colludes with Jia Yucun, seizes ancient fans, sells his daughter for wealth, and intimidates his mother and maidservants... The piles and piles are not made by human beings.

As for Mrs. Abnormal restraint."

When meeting these two people, you can easily imagine how miserable Zhong and Yuan Shen's lives were.

In my memory, Mrs. Zhong earned money by doing needlework every day, and her eyesight was damaged at a young age.

She got sick during the cold spring, and she didn't take good care of her properly. When she got better, she stopped taking the medicine, and continued to stay up late doing needlework, over and over again, and her roots fell. "Auntie, you don't have to buy these. I just said it that day. If you can refund it, let Huaping find a way to refund it, and you can still save two money."

The face on the painting screen was slightly brighter. The girl was only twelve or thirteen years old. When she smiled, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, and the room lit up. She said from the side, "Auntie, the third master also knows how to be considerate of others."

Mrs. Zhong smiled slightly, gently touched her son's shoulder with her hand, and said with great affection, "It's only two coins, it's not worth anything. When my aunt gets better, she can do more needlework and come back."

She said such a long sentence and coughed again.

Jia Cong's raised hand paused in the air, but he still couldn't hold back and slapped her on the back. The jagged butterfly bones were like a steep cliff, and the body was as thin as paper.

Under the cold weather, Jia Cong couldn't feel any heat through her thin middle coat.

"I'm fine! Go back to your room quickly, don't let me get over my illness!" Mrs. Zhong was coughing and out of breath, pushing him.

This is a maternal love that Jia Cong has never felt before.

In his previous life, his mother died when he was young, his father remarried, and he grew up with his grandfather.

At this time, how could he remain indifferent while being indulged in this maternal love?
Jia Cong wrapped her body tightly in a thin quilt and put his palms on her back. After a long time, her coughing and wheezing gradually subsided. She closed her eyes and asked Huabing, "It's getting colder." , I asked you to modify my sheepskin coat so that it can be worn by Third Master, have you finished modifying it?"

Huaping reluctantly took a sheepskin jacket from the box to Jia Cong, "Third Master, this is the coat that my aunt put on the bottom of the box. It's brand new. This winter, they haven't sent out winter clothes, so Third Master can make do with it." Wear it, don't be too disgusted and refuse to wear it, you will freeze your body in vain."

In his previous life, his grandfather was a successor of Taoist medicine, and he was more concerned about the past than the present. He was forced to memorize hundreds of schools of thought from childhood to adulthood. "A Dream of Red Mansions" is not unfamiliar to Jia Cong. He also knows a little bit about some ancient living customs. He knows that only poor people use sheepskin coats to keep out the cold.

Although he, Jia Cong, was a concubine of the Rongguo Mansion, he was also listed in the family tree and qualified to worship his ancestors. In terms of inheriting the Rongguo Mansion, he was the orthodox heir before Jia Baoyu.

It's no wonder that the original person dislikes this sheepskin jacket and refuses to wear it.

But at this time, he is an adult soul, so naturally he will not be so childish and ignore his mother's kindness for the sake of face.

"How could I dislike it!" Jia Cong took the sheepskin jacket and put it on Mrs. Zhong's body, "It's freezing cold, my aunt's body is what matters. I'm not cold either. When I get cold, I'll go out. When the time comes, wear it again.”

Huaping was even more surprised. The third master was still the same third master, but he was no different at all.

At this time, the third master's face was full of childishness and coldness, and gentleness and solemnity coexisted on his clear-faced face.

He's obviously still the same person, but it's as if he's changed into someone else unknowingly, making people feel solid and reliable for no reason.

"I lie down all day with a quilt covering my body. How can I get cold?" Mrs. Zhong stretched out her hand and put the sheepskin jacket on her son. "I heard from Huaping that you have been studying hard these days, but you also have to Take care of your body.”

Jia Cong was afraid of freezing her, so he didn't refuse, and his voice softened, "I'm not trying too hard, I just have nothing to do, so I just read a few more pages."

He crossed over three days ago and suddenly entered a strange world. He was inevitably panicked, so he went to the west to borrow a book "Records of the Imperial Dynasty" to read.

He didn't know it by looking at it, but he was shocked at first glance. The history of the world of Red Mansions was completely different from the history he knew in later generations.

Starting from Tang Wu, history has taken a different direction.

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(End of this chapter)