Red Mansion Jia Enhou

Is this a girl?
Menzi was a little shocked that a nun could be so beautiful.

Menzi's eyes were glued to Jinghuan, and disgust flashed in Jinghuan's eyes.

"Amitabha!"

Jinghuan suppressed the nausea in her heart and chanted the Buddha's name once again.

"Donor, the Ling Mansion is looking for a nun."

Menzi reacted and hurried forward to answer.

"Exactly, exactly."

"Are you here to apply for a job with my master, Master?"

The doorman came out of the gatehouse and bowed to Jing Huan.

Jinghuan looked at the door in front of her and couldn't help but step back and bumped into Miaoyu.

Miaoyu covered her small nose and let out a cry of pain.

Jinghuan moved away, and little Miaoyu's nose was hit and turned a little red.

A sour feeling surged from her nose to her eyes, and in an instant her eyes turned red.

Miaoyu was breathtakingly beautiful at this moment, and with her simple attire, she even had an inexplicable fairy-like aura.

Menzi's eyes widened again.

Miaoyu dodged her feet to express her dissatisfaction.

Menzi quickly looked away.

"My apologies, young master. I will send someone to look for my wife right now."

"If my wife is satisfied after reading it, she will introduce you to my old lady."

"Thank you very much!"

Jinghuan's face was a little cold, but that didn't affect Menzi's enthusiasm towards them at all.

"Master, please take a seat!"

Menzi brought a stool from inside the house.

Jinghuan took a glance and did not sit down until Miaoyu, who was standing behind her, took out a handkerchief and spread it flat on the stool. Only then did Jinghuan sit down in a proper manner.

"Thank you, benefactor."

"Master, you're welcome!"

Menzi returned the gift, saying that this nun really broadened his horizons. It was the first time he had seen such a particular nun.

This woman is so beautiful, why is she so desperate as to become a nun?

Menzi's eyes were always on Jinghuan, thinking curiously.

The servant also went to Madam Xing's courtyard to report.

"Madam, a nun is here."

The servant's voice spread in the yard, and the old woman came out of the house.

"If you are here, please come in!"

After receiving the order, the servant hurriedly trotted back the same way, and curiosity flashed in the old woman's eyes.

Why is this guy running so fast?
In the past, when I came to the inner courtyard, I would talk for a long time and get two rewards before leaving, but this time I was very efficient.

The old woman returned to Mrs. Xing's room without any doubt.

"Madam, a nun is here."

Mrs. Xing nodded slightly.

"Is the old lady still urging me?"

Mrs. Xing asked about Lady Jia's situation again.

The old woman shook her head at Mrs. Xing.

"I didn't urge you anymore, but I kept thinking about you."

"Row"

Mrs. Xing stood up from the stool and stretched her legs and waist.

It will definitely be another tough battle later.

Mrs. Xing finished her activities and sat down. Jinghuan and Miaoyu were brought in by the servants. Along the way, people kept looking at Jinghuan and Miaoyu's faces.

Miaoyu is young and doesn't have any feelings yet.

Jinghuan, however, felt disgusted. She felt like she was some novel object being stared at by others.

"This is my wife's yard. Please follow me in, Master!"

The servant took the opportunity of the introduction to glance at Jing Huan.

The old woman at the door saw Jinghuan's appearance and frowned instantly.

Is this a girl?
How come this nun’s face is so pretty? No wonder the servant was so anxious and refused to say a word.

"Master, please follow me in!"

The old woman led the way for Jinghuan humbly and politely. Jinghuan's complexion became a little better and she thanked the old woman.

"Thanks."

The old woman nodded slightly, and Madam Xing was now sitting in her original seat.

The old woman brought Jinghuan and Miaoyu in.

"Madam, someone is coming!"

The old woman Jinghuan took a step forward and walked up to Madam Xing and bowed.

Mrs. Xing nodded slightly and let Master Jinghuan and his disciple come in. Until she actually saw Jinghuan, Mrs. Xing's expression remained normal.

And this is what Jinghuan saw.

Mrs. Xing stared at Jinghuan's face and clenched her fists.

Is this a aunt?

Realizing her own gaffe, Mrs. Xing quickly tried to cover it up with a smile.

"I wonder where the nun used to live?"

Mrs. Xing asked Jinghuan about her origin, thinking that if she wanted to apply for a job at Rongguo Mansion, she must have a background and an identity, no matter what Buddhism was.

If there is nothing, anyone can come.

Jinghuan bowed to Mrs. Xing.

"Amitabha, Madam, I was born in Huiyun Temple in Gusu, Huainan."

"Huiyun Temple"

Madam Xing looked at the old woman.

The old woman spoke with understanding.

"I wonder if the nun has a certificate of ordination."

It’s not up to you to decide where to become a monk.

Jinghuan understood and reached out to Miaoyu who was carrying a bag on her back. Miaoyu took out Jinghuan's certificate of ordination. After Jinghuan took it, she put the certificate in her hand into the hand of the old woman who came over.

Mrs. Xing's curious gaze fell on Miaoyu behind Jinghuan.

"This little master"

Mrs. Xing took the letter and naturally began to ask Jinghuan questions.

Jinghuan then turned her eyes to Miaoyu.

"This is my disciple from the secular family. She was originally from the Gusu Lu family. Because of her fate, her father and mother allowed her to practice with me."

"Her parents are still alive."

If her father and mother were still alive, it would not be appropriate for you to take a little girl so far away.

Jinghuan smiled at Mrs. Xing.

"My disciple has a miserable life. When her parents entrusted her to me, she passed away."

"Guilt, guilt, guilt."

After hearing Jinghuan's explanation, Mrs. Xing quickly apologized three times.

"I asked something I shouldn't have asked, please don't be offended, little master."

Miaoyu bowed to Mrs. Xing and seemed not to care as much about the death of her parents as one might imagine.

But think about it, they are about to become monks, how can they really miss their parents?

Madam Xing picked up Jinghuan's certificate and looked at what was on it.

After saying the two words "Wu Nian", Mrs. Xing decided on Jinghuan's Buddhist name.

Mrs. Xing then asked about Jinghuan's past. Jinghuan only said that she was an ordinary peasant girl from a farm near Huiyun Temple. One day, she had an epiphany and was guided by a master, so she left her parents and became a nun.

Mrs. Xing nodded in her heart.

Such things often happen near temples.

Jinghuan did not reveal any flaws, but it was Miaoyu who caught Mrs. Xing's attention.

The Gusu Lu family is a large and powerful family, and its prosperity is not much different from that of the Jinling Jia family, which has not yet split into two branches in Shenjing.

If this is really a girl from the Lu family, why would she become a nun?

Mrs. Xing returned Jinghuan's certificate of ordination and ordered someone to take them to Lady Jia's courtyard.

When Lady Jia heard that another nun had come, a look of fatigue appeared on her face.

She regretted it. For several days in a row, nuns came to visit, which not only made Lady Jia very upset, but some extreme nuns even forced her to become a vegetarian.

Lady Jia, who has always loved meat, really couldn't stand such extremism.

Grandmother Jia wanted to send a maid to reject the man, but when she thought that it was her own request, she could only silently endure the bitter fruit.

There was fatigue in Grandmother Jia's eyes.

"Invite people in!"

"Yes!"

The old woman bowed to Lady Jia, who then spoke again weakly.

"If this doesn't work, don't let anyone come to my house anymore. I'm tired."

Grandmother Jia took the opportunity to express her feelings.

"Yes, old lady!"

The maid sent by Mrs. Xing bowed to Lady Jia again, and Jinghuan and Miaoyu were called in.

Before Jinghuan could respond, Grandmother Jia's face darkened.

"Is this my aunt?"

Grandmother Jia pointed at Jinghuan and asked the old woman questions. The old woman glanced at Jinghuan's appearance.

She certainly doesn’t look like a nun, but she is a nun.

The old woman handed Jinghuan's certificate of ordination to Lady Jia.

"Replying to the old lady, Master Wu Nian is indeed a monk."

Grandmother Jia opened Jinghuan's certificate of ordination without saying a word and looked at it with a serious expression.

"I am short-sighted."

After a quick scan and confirmation, Grandmother Jia placed the certificate in her hand on a small table beside her.

The old woman introduced Jinghuan's origin to Lady Jia.

When it came to Miaoyu, Grandmother Jia couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Grandmother Jia knew a little more about the Gusu Lu family than Lady Xing did. It was not just an ordinary family.

It has been passed down for nearly a thousand years, even longer than her son-in-law's Lin family.

"How is the old lady?"

Jinghuan chanted a Buddhist name towards Lady Jia.

In fact, Grandmother Jia didn't understand all this. She just thought it was normal and decided to keep it.

Grandmother Jia's eyes fell on Jinghuan, and she looked at her again.

Jinghuan said nothing and let Grandmother Jia watch her.

"Stay!" This time, Grandmother Jia really stayed. She was also annoyed.

"Take them to the small Buddhist temple. From now on, the master and the disciple will live in the small Buddhist temple."

Jia's mother was not in such a high mood when she was worshipping Buddha.

The old woman bowed to Lady Jia and then took Master Jinghuan and his disciple to the small Buddhist hall.

The master and disciple who stayed there felt a little dissatisfied when looking at the rather simple little Buddhist temple.

"Master, that old lady doesn't take us seriously enough."

Miaoyu spoke first with dissatisfaction.

Jinghuan glanced at Miaoyu who was speaking.

"There's no need for monks to be so particular. As long as they can live here, that's fine."

However, as soon as these words were spoken, the disgust in Jinghuan's eyes became more serious.

The old woman brought people and brought two quilts.

It was handed over to Master Jinghuan and his disciple, and there was no one left to serve.

Jinghuan frowned and wanted to call the old woman to help clean up.

But she couldn't open her mouth.

"That's too much, too much!"

Little Miaoyu grumbled on the side, saying that they were guests after all, how could they be treated like this.

Little Miaoyu, who had always been treated well by her hosts wherever she went, had never been treated so poorly.

Although Jinghuan didn't mention it, she was resentful in her heart.

"We came to Rongguo Mansion for something, so let's not think about anything else."

Little Miaoyu agreed reluctantly. Jinghuan sighed deeply and then spoke again.

"I see this small Buddhist temple has three rooms in total."

"That woman didn't tell us which room we should live in, so we, master and disciple, will live together in the west wing."

"As for the east wing, clean it up and use it as a study!"

Jinghuan gave Miaoyu orders in a nonchalant manner, and Miaoyu went to fetch water and clean up.

However, after she cleaned up and mopped the floor, the people sent by Mrs. Xing to help arrived.

At this moment, little Miaoyu was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.

When the old woman saw this, she couldn't help wanting to laugh.

It seemed that they were late, so the old woman hurried forward and took the cloth used to wipe the floor from Xiao Miaoyu's hand.

"Why didn't you wait for us, young master?"

Miaoyu frowned and looked at the old woman, with confusion flashing in her eyes.

"Where's the nun?"

The old woman asked Miaoyu again, and Miaoyu pointed to the Buddhist temple in the middle where the Buddha statue was enshrined.

Jinghuan came out of the Buddhist hall.

"I wonder what the lady of your house can do for you?"

Jinghuan came out and asked the old woman what was the matter with Mrs. Xing.

The old woman glanced at Jinghuan, and then at Xiao Miaoyu who was exhausted from mopping the floor.

"This small Buddhist temple has been uninhabited for a long time."

"My wife sent us here to help you clean up, but I didn't expect you to be sent here so early."

"Did the nun chat with the old lady for a while?"

Jinghuan shook her head at the old woman in confusion.

"It seems that the nun is not a talkative person."

The old woman thought of the nun who had come before and couldn't help wanting to laugh.

I guess the old lady is also annoyed.

The old woman led people to start cleaning, and soon the place where Master Jinghuan and his disciples lived was cleaned.

When Master Jinghuan and his disciples walked in, although the interior was still simple, it had changed a lot.

Jinghuan heaved a sigh of relief, and little Miaoyu went to see them off.

When Jia She came home from work, Mrs. Xing told him about the recruitment of a nun.

Jia She nodded indifferently.

Mrs. Xing told Jia She the strange story of Master Jinghuan and his disciple as if she were telling a strange story.

Jia She didn't care that much, but when Mrs. Xing mentioned Miaoyu's name.

Jia She's emotions were as calm as an ancient well, but now there was a slight ripple.

"What's the little disciple's name?"

"Miaoyu."

Mrs. Xing looked at Jia She and answered.

"Master, do you know this Miaoyu?"

Mrs. Xing asked Jia She curiously, why did he suddenly become interested in it now, as she had just listened to it with one ear and let it out with the other?

Mrs. Xing secretly suspected that Jia She knew Miaoyu.

However, Jia She did not give any answer, he just said it was fate in his heart.

I didn’t expect that Miaoyu would come so long in advance.

She just came and went. Compared with the important golden hairpin that could bring influence to the Rongguo Mansion, Miaoyu seemed not so important and did not bring any influence to the Rongguo Mansion.

"What did the old lady say?"

"Is she dissatisfied this time?"

Mrs. Xing shook her head.

"No master!"

That’s good that you don’t have one. These days, Grandmother Jia has been urging people to find a nun. Is it so easy to find a suitable nun?
In Yuanchun's courtyard, Yuanchun, who heard about this, ordered people to prepare some things and send them to Master Jinghuan and his disciple, who accepted the things.

However, it was not until night that the master and disciple dared to really talk.

"Miaoyu, what have you learned about Jia Lian?"

After packing the luggage of the master and his disciple, Miaoyu began to chat with the servants of the Rongguo Mansion.

During the chat, Miaoyu heard a lot about Jia Lian from the servants.

Most of them are about how powerful Jia Lian is.

Miaoyu had no interest in this. What she wanted to know was Jia Lian's weakness.

Miaoyu shook her head at Jinghuan.

"I didn't find out anything useful."

Jing Huan closed her eyes and sighed deeply, but she was not in a hurry. This was their first day in the Rongguo Mansion, and there was still a long time to go, so there was no worry about not being able to find any evidence.

"Go to sleep!"

Jinghuan let Miaoyu go to sleep first, and she started writing something at the desk.

After finishing writing, the doors and windows will open.

A pigeon-like sound began to come out of Jinghuan's mouth, and soon a pigeon flew over.

Jinghuan rolled up the written note and stuffed it into the small tube on the pigeon's leg.

After finishing everything, Jinghuan touched the pigeon's head and made another cooing sound. The pigeon that was perched on the window flew away, and Jinghuan also went to bed.

There were no problems or unusual movements for several days, and Zheng Kong in Jinling had already met Uncle Xue.

Uncle Xue explained everything clearly and told Zheng Kong that Madam Wang in the coffin had nothing to do with the Xue family.

This was the body they found when they moved the grave from Jia's house.

The Xue family's steward on the side also echoed.

Zheng Kong was confused, but judging from the behavior of the Xue family, it shouldn't be the Xue family.

So what is going on?

Zheng Kong then went to look for people from the Jinling clan who had buried Madam Wang, and they also said that this was the case.

But Mrs. Wang has a square face. No matter how thin she gets, her face shape will not change.

Zheng Kong came to Xue's house again.

Uncle Xue looked at Zheng Kong in front of him without any impatience on his face. Zheng Kong stood up from his seat embarrassedly.

"This is about the master of the family, please forgive me, sir!"

Zheng Kong bent his waist.

"polite!"

Uncle Xue nodded slightly.

"I wonder if my cousin would allow me to meet his wife?"

"I have some questions in my mind, and I won't feel comfortable reporting to the authorities until I have finished asking them."

Zheng Kong said this for the sake of the relationship between the two families. Otherwise, if such a thing suddenly broke out, it would not only be embarrassing for both families, but also affect their relationship.

Uncle Xue wisely asked someone to call Aunt Xue, who had been taught by Baochai for a long time. Aunt Xue was a little nervous, but she performed well.

Aunt Xue pretended to be calm and spoke calmly.

"If you have any questions, just ask!"

Zheng Kong bowed again.

"Then I'll have to trouble Madam Biao."

"I heard from the steward of Ling Mansion that you have seen the burial of my second wife?"

Aunt Xue nodded without any change in expression.

"Yes."

Zheng Kong frowned.

"My cousin and my second wife are sisters. How could you not recognize her if you have seen her before?"

Aunt Xue took a deep breath and began to answer according to Baochai's instructions.

"My sister and I haven't seen each other for about 10 to 20 years. Needless to say, we have changed a lot."

“Not to mention this.”

Aunt Xue covered her face with a handkerchief and suddenly burst into tears.

Zheng Kong's expression became more and more serious, not to mention what?
Aunt Xue took another deep breath.

"Not to mention that she died so tragically, how could I, as a relative, dare to watch closely?"

Aunt Xue burst into tears again. Uncle Xue asked someone to send Aunt Xue away, and then his eyes fell on Zheng Kong.

"Do you have any further questions?"

"The Xue and Jia families are closely related. My wife and your second wife are sisters."

"If the Xue family can cooperate, we will tell them everything we know and say it to them."

Uncle Xue's words were very sincere, and his expression did not reveal anything, but he knew that Madam Wang was rescued by the Tatars.

Zheng Kong shook his head with doubt in his heart.

Is it really possible to forget someone's facial shape after not seeing them for ten or twenty years?
"Excuse me, cousin!"

Zheng Kong bowed to Uncle Xue, who shook his head slightly.

"It's all little things."

"Then I will report to the authorities."

Uncle Xue nodded again and said, "Go ahead and report it. It's best to report it to the authorities."

In this way, the Xue family’s suspicion can be cleared.

While Zheng Kong reported to the authorities, he also wrote a letter to Jia She to report on Mrs. Wang's matter.

When Jia She received the letter, Lady Wang was also sent to the border between Da Chu and Tatar by Princess Jincheng's men. (End of this chapter)