Red Mansion: Fuyao River and Mountain

Chapter 66 Reading Red Sleeve Fragrance

Jia's mother's carriage waited outside the palace gate for more than an hour before a palace eunuch summoned him into the palace to meet the empress dowager.

The current Empress Dowager Yi Zhang is of similar age to Lady Jia, and is also from an aristocratic family. The two had interacted with each other when they were still in the boudoir, so their friendship is naturally more profound than that of other imperial concubines.

This is also the reason why when such a big event happened at home, the first thing that Grandmother Jia thought of was to go to the palace in full dress and ask for help from this former friend.

"My Queen Mother, although my son is not a good person, he would never do such an incestuous thing as murdering his own brother. He was framed by that evil slave.

I am already old and frail, and my time is running out. I beg the Queen Mother to help me and give the Jia family some dignity, so that I can face my late husband in my grave."

As Lady Jia spoke, she shed tears, and a lot of the makeup on her face was washed away. She looked so miserable and miserable that it made people feel a little pity for her.

Empress Dowager Yizhang was about the same age as Lady Jia. Although she was also a little old, she was dressed in expensive and complicated phoenix-colored gown, had a head full of silver hair, and looked clear-headed and bright-eyed. She was more energetic than Lady Jia.

Seeing Lady Jia's description at this moment, he sighed in his heart. This former friend of his had been such a smart and shrewd person when she was young.

Having been a lady of state for decades, perhaps she had become confused because she had enjoyed wealth and status for so long.

Didn't she see that the emperor was using the clan affairs office to warn the Jia family because of their misbehavior?

As for whether this was because Jia She was implicated in the witchcraft scandal or because of other things, the empress dowager was not sure and she did not want to find out.

The emperor's heart is like the sea, and the country is like the abyss. Even if she is the current empress dowager, she will never ignore this matter.

The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, and this also includes her, the most noble woman in the world.

Therefore, as for the emperor's affairs, she would at most watch from afar and would not take even a single step forward.

Therefore, the Empress Dowager had no idea what to say about what Lady Jia asked for.

"Madam Jia, there is no need to worry. Marquis En was only summoned by the clan affairs office. He was not detained. He was probably just called over to ask about the matter. He might be back in a few days.

You are old now, you should be more open-minded about everything, and taking good care of yourself is a blessing."

He sighed again, "Whether it is the royal family or a noble family, with so many children, there will inevitably be some trouble. As long as they do not violate the law and live up to the grace of the emperor, the rest will be easy to deal with.

Your eldest son, Enhou, may seem to do some nonsense, but he is not completely useless. At least he has raised a good son."

Jia's mother had listened to the empress dowager's speech before, but she didn't understand the point. What the empress dowager said was the same as if she had said nothing.

She felt a little depressed but couldn't show it on her face. After being the queen's wife for so many years, she still had some worries. She could hear that the empress dowager didn't want to interfere in the matter.

But after hearing the Queen Mother's last sentence, he felt a little confused and asked, "Are you talking about Jia Lian?"

Empress Dowager Yizhang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Your Marquis En has more than just one son."

When Lady Jia's carriage left the palace gate, she was still in a daze, and she didn't even care about the fact that she had returned empty-handed today.

I remembered the last words of Empress Dowager Yizhang: Your Majesty En has more than just this one son.

Of course Grandmother Jia knew who the Queen Mother was talking about, but the Queen Mother lived in the deep palace, so how could she know about this evil creature? Was he causing some mystery again?

The matter of her son is still hanging in the balance. Why would this evil obstacle pop up? Grandmother Jia is in a state of headache.

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Wu'er and Qingwen discovered that the Third Master was studying more and more diligently. They had not been with Jia Cong for long, and they had seen him studying in the outer study room for a few days, but not as diligently as he was now.

He went to bed after 12:00 every night, and just after 12:00 in the morning, before dawn, the lights in the east study of Qingzhizhai were turned on, and Jia Cong began his study for the day. In his words, his mind was most clear at this time, and one hour was equivalent to two hours.

Every night, the two maids took turns to be on duty, sleeping on the couch in front of Jia Cong's bed, and twisting the quilt and passing him water in the middle of the night.

Wu'er and Qingwen were at the age when they were growing sleepy, and they were soundly asleep at the hour of Mao, most of them still in a sweet dream.

Every time Jia Cong got up, he tiptoed so as not to wake the little girl from her sweet dream.

Qingwen had a deep sleep, and every time she was on night duty, Jia Cong would probably not wake her up if he got up at this time.

Wu'er waited until dawn and woke up to find that the candle in the east study was half burned out, but Qingwen was still asleep.

Wu'er laughed at him and scolded him for sleeping like a frozen fish, and he wouldn't even bounce when he hit him with a stick.

When Wu'er was on duty, she was a light sleeper, so as soon as Jia Cong got up, she would wake up as well. She often followed him with sleepy eyes, making tea and serving water, and helping to grind ink and spread paper.

Wu'er was a little frail after all, and within two days, she had black circles under her eyes. Qingwen felt a little embarrassed and rushed to keep watch for Wu'er.

Jia Cong said that he was used to getting up early to study, so there was no need for them to get up so early to serve him and they could just go to sleep.

But the two girls refused, saying that it didn't make sense for the maids to still be sleeping when the masters had gotten up.

So Jia Cong found a recliner from somewhere and placed it next to his desk.

Every time he got up early to read, Wu'er or Qingwen, who were on night duty, would get up, finish pouring and grinding tea, and then wait on the recliner to serve him. This was considered a compromise for the little maids to fulfill their responsibilities.

Once Qingwen leans back on the recliner, she will probably fall asleep in no time.

Wu'er was always half asleep and half awake on the recliner. The little girl glanced at Jia Cong with her watery eyes and thought that the way the Third Master concentrated on reading was really handsome.

As soon as the morning hour arrived, Jia Cong would go to the yard to stretch his legs or run more than ten laps around Qingzhizhai.

By the time he finished his activities and washed up, Wu'er had probably asked Si'er and Juan'er to go to the kitchen to bring breakfast. When the sun rose in the east, the same fulfilling day began again.

During this period of time, Wu'er and Qingwen were extremely satisfied with this master. They had never seen a better master like him. He was humble, ambitious, and caring.

Of course, she also looks good.

As for his good looks, they didn't think so at first. Jia Cong had a miserable life in the East Courtyard, where he didn't have enough to eat. He always looked emaciated and hadn't grown much.

I heard that the Third Master later secretly earned some money by writing, and often went out to buy snacks to fill his stomach. Although his complexion improved a little, it was still limited.

When Wu'er came, she had been with her mother since she was a child, and had learned a lot from her mother, so she knew the finer details of diet.

She was worried that Jia Cong was studying hard, so she often asked her mother for some nutritious ingredients and found different ways to add to Jia Cong's meals.

Young people are the easiest to nurture. Within a few days, the thinness on Jia Cong's cheeks was smoothed out, his face was as radiant as jade, and his slightly raised eyebrows were filled with vigor and a refreshing look.

She has thick and straight eyebrows, eyes like autumn pools, and the lines at the corners of her mouth are delicate and smooth. Whenever she is concentrating, she purses her lips unconsciously, revealing a hint of clarity and determination.

The whole person seemed to be slowly undergoing a transformation, often making the two little girls blush when they saw him.

They had naturally heard the rumors about Jia Cong's biological mother, who was a very beautiful courtesan. They also heard that the Third Master resembled his mother, but had lived a poor life in the past and did not have enough to eat and use, so it was not obvious.

Now that life is more comfortable, she has gradually grown into this shape. When she grows up a little, I wonder how proud the Third Master will be.

(End of this chapter)