The Red Mansions

Chapter 1507 King Wei: After all, it was me who implicated my mother

Chapter 1507 King Wei: After all, it was me who implicated my mother...

Grand View Garden, Xiaoxiang Pavilion

Lanterns were hung under the eaves, and the orange-yellow shadows shone on the clear and bright jade steps, with light and dark alternating and swaying.

After Jia Heng washed up, he sat down beside a wooden table.

Jia Heng's bright eyes were as warm as the sun under his sword-like brows, and he said, "It's getting late at this time."

At this moment, Daiyu came over with her willow-like waist swaying gently, and whispered, "Brother Heng, what's the food in the kitchen?"

Jia Heng looked at Daiyu with a gaze as bright as dew under his sword-like brows, and said softly, "Sister Lin, braised lion's head."

"Yangzhou cuisine." Daiyu said in a delicate voice, her eyes sparkling with glittering light, under her brows that looked like willow branches.

As she spoke, she found an embroidered cushion covered with a soft mattress and sat down.

The Immortal Grass of the Crimson Pearl has experienced human experience, so it becomes more charming and attractive as it walks.

Jia Heng nodded, handed over a pair of bamboo chopsticks, and said, "Sister Lin, use these."

Daiyu took the pair of bamboo chopsticks and ate her meal slowly and leisurely.

Jia Heng picked up a piece of fish and put it in Daiyu's bowl of rice, saying, "Sister, eat more of this."

Daiyu's starry eyes pierced the young man in the python robe and snorted softly, "Brother Heng has bad intentions."

Apparently, after Jia Heng's popular science explanation between the bed curtains, Daiyu also knew about the nutritional benefits of high-protein fish.

"I'm also worried that our children will be hungry in the future." Jia Heng looked at the girl with warm eyes and said softly.

In fact, Daiyu is not even seventeen years old, so Xiaoyang still has room to grow.

Just then, a young girl came over from outside, chattering and whispering, "Sister Lin, is Brother Heng here too?"

Jia Heng looked at Xiangyun and asked, "Sister Yun is here too."

Previously, although Xiangyun's name was reported to the clan affairs office as a lady of honor, it was impossible to hold a wedding because Emperor Chongping had passed away and it was a period of national mourning.

Daiyu was surprised and asked, "Sister Yun, why are you here so late at night?"

Xiangyun smiled and said, "I wove a shawl for Sister Lin earlier."

As he spoke, he took out a shawl from his bosom and handed it over, with an inexplicable smile of joy on his round apple face.

Daiyu's eyes sparkled and sparkled under her beautiful eyebrows. She said, "It's really hard for Sister Yun."

Jia Heng smiled and called out softly, "Come, bring it over, let me see Sister Yun's craftsmanship."

In the original novel, Xiangyun's craftsmanship was certified by Cao Gong, because the historians could sell the knitted items made by Xiangyun for money.

Xiangyun's round, rosy face was full of smiles, and she said in a sweet voice, "Brother Heng, I also made you a cotton coat. I'll give it to you later."

Jia Heng smiled and said, "Me too?"

Daiyu said, "If each of us sews one, your brother Heng won't be able to wear all of them."

Xiangyun nodded and said softly, "Cuilu, go to my place and find the dress in the closet."

Cuilu responded, then turned and left.

Daiyu's bright eyes sparkled and she said in a gentle voice, "Sister Yun, have you eaten yet? The kitchen here has cooked a lot, so Sister Yun can help with some."

Xiangyun was not polite, picked up the chopsticks and said with a smile: "Sister Lin, I was just saying that I was a little hungry."

As he spoke, he picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks, picked up the dishes on the blue and white porcelain jade plate, and began to eat with his head down.

Jia Heng pinched Xiangyun's plump, rosy face and said softly, "Sister Yun, if you keep eating like this every day, you'll become a little fat."

Daiyu held a pink embroidered handkerchief in her hand and giggled non-stop.

Xiangyun was chewing the braised lion's head in her mouth. Her face paused and she said shyly, "Brother Heng, who is the little fat guy?"

Jia Heng gently pulled Xiangyun's arm and said, "Sister Yun, you look better when you are chubby."

At least when these two people are together, the touch of their skin is quite nice, soft as cotton.

Daiyu nodded, her eyes flickered, and she said, "Okay, let's eat. Last time, Big Brother Niheng told me to eat more to gain weight."

Because Xiangyun's name had been reported to the clan office by Jia Heng, Daiyu also knew that Xiangyun was also Jia Heng's little wife, so she didn't feel awkward about it.

After all, they are good sisters who grew up together.

Jia Heng took the teacup and took a sip of the fragrant tea to suppress the turbid smell of the meal.

Xiangyun asked, "Brother Heng, when will the national mourning end?"

Jia Heng smiled, with a joking tone, and said, "Okay, it's almost done."

Xiangyun put down a pair of bamboo chopsticks, picked up a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, then took the teacup handed to her by Xiren and rinsed her mouth.

Jia Heng said, "It's getting late. You talk to your sister Lin. I'm going back first."

Xiangyun said quickly: "Brother Heng, I will go with you then."

Daiyu: "..."

At this moment, Cuilu stepped over the threshold, holding a piece of clothing in her hand, and said, "Girl, bring it here."

Xiangyun took the robe from Cuilu, handed it to Jia Heng, and said softly, "Brother Heng, try it on and see if it fits you."

Jia Heng smiled and said, "Then I'll try."

Xiangyun's craftsmanship is impeccable, with fine stitching and appropriate tailoring.

As he spoke, he took the python robe and immediately went inside.

Daiyu curled her lips and said, "Sister Yun's cooking skills are first-rate in the backyard."

After a while, Jia Heng put on his robe and came closer. He looked at Xiangyun with a little praise in his eyes and said, "Sister Yun, you have great skills."

Xiangyun's plump, fair face seemed to be lightly blushed, and she said, "As long as Brother Heng likes it."

As Jia Heng spoke, he looked at Xiangyun with a warm gaze and said, "I won't buy any new clothes for the New Year this year. This is all I'll wear for the festival."

Under Xiangyun's beautiful eyebrows, her bright eyes were rippling, and her crystal clear heart showed a hint of sweetness.

"Zijuan, is the braised lion's head too sweet today?" Daiyu turned her beautiful head with long black hair, her beautiful face flushed for no reason, and said.

In her Xiaoxiang Pavilion, her man was accompanying others tenderly and affectionately, really treating her as if she didn't exist...

Jia Heng nodded and said, "No, it looks to me like there was too much vinegar added."

Daiyu's delicate and fair face blushed like a rosy cloud, her bright and shining eyes sparkled like water, and she snorted softly.

Don't let her get jealous, right?

Jia Heng took Xiangyun's chubby hand and said, "Sister Yun, come with me."

Given Daiyu's petty personality, it was naturally impossible for her to have any contact with Xiangyun in Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Xiangyun responded in a soft and tender voice, and glanced at Daiyu beside her with her small eyes, with traces of endless affection in her eyes.

Jia Heng said, "Sister Lin, you should go to bed early after eating."

Daiyu: "..."

After calming down, he snorted softly, his starry eyes sparkling, and said, "Brother Heng should also rest early."

As Jia Heng was speaking, he and Xiangyun left Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

"Sister Yun, where are we going now?" Jia Heng asked.

Xiangyun's eyebrows were curved like crescent moons, and her complexion was plump and fair. She said, "We'll go wherever Brother Heng says to go."

Jia Heng: "..."

The little fat girl has become knowledgeable about human affairs over the years and has learned these seductive tricks.

Jia Heng smiled and said gently, "Let's go find your sister Baoqin."

Xiangyun's rosy face blushed like clouds, and under the light from the corridor eaves, she looked even more like a sleeping begonia in autumn, bright and charming. She said, "Brother Heng."

As the two were talking, they left the Grand View Garden and headed towards the house where Baoqin and Xiangyun usually lived.

Because of their "similar personalities", the two did not live together with Baochai, but found a house in the Grand View Garden to live in alone.

On this side, in the side room, the lights are on and it is as quiet as water.

Baoqin sat on a soft couch covered with a mattress, also holding a needlework in her hands, embroidering by the light.

Just as Daiyu said, Baoqin was also knitting and embroidering a cotton coat for Jia Heng at this moment.

At this moment, the maid entered the room and said, "Miss, Miss Yun and the Prince are here."

The girl who was embroidering with an embroidery needle was startled when she heard the words. Soon, she felt pain in her fingers, and beads of blood oozed out from her fingers, which were plump, translucent, and tender like bamboo shoots.

At this moment, Jia Heng happened to come hand in hand with Xiangyun, and looked at Xiangyun with warm eyes.

"Sister Baoqin." Jia Heng's voice couldn't help but become a little gentler.

Baoqin's eyes were filled with joy, and she said, "Brother Heng, you're here."

Then he looked at Xiangyun who was standing beside him and asked, "How did Sister Yun catch Brother Heng?"

"I went to play with Brother Heng, and Brother Heng happened to be at Sister Lin's place." Xiangyun's plump and chubby face was flushed, and her voice was full of joy.

Jia Heng nodded, and then his eyes were attracted by the small handkerchief wrapped around Baoqin's hand. He said, "Sister Baoqin, what happened to your hand?"

Baoqin bit her pink lips with her pearly teeth and said, "I just heard Brother Heng coming over, and I was careless for a moment..."

Jia Heng said, "Bring it here for me to see."

As he spoke, he took the chubby girl's delicate hand, which was now wrapped in a handkerchief. After he gently uncovered it, beads of blood could be seen oozing from the fingers.

Jia Heng took the finger, put it in his mouth, and gently sucked the slightly moist fingertips.

Because Xiangyun was watching, Baoqin's plump, white face blushed like clouds and burned like fire, and she said in a trembling voice, "Brother Heng."

She was feeling itchy at the moment, well, of course, her hands.

Jia Heng smiled and said, "Well, there's nothing else important. You don't need to do needlework these two days."

Xiangyun's plump, fair face blushed as she said, "Brother Heng, it's very cold here. Let's go inside and talk."

Jia Heng said, "Then let's follow Sister Yun's wishes."

Xiangyun is really not young anymore, or maybe she knows a lot about love affairs.

While the two were talking, they entered a side room.

Baoqin followed closely behind, her chubby face flushed red as she said shyly, "Brother Heng, it's a national mourning."

Jia Heng said, "It's not a matter of marriage, so I have no right to interfere with the affairs of the boudoir."

As long as no one was killed and the censors found any mistakes to impeach them, no one would care about the couple being intimate at home.

Jia Heng took Xiangyun's soft little hand and held the chubby little girl who looked like a big white goose in his arms. At this moment, he moved close to Xiangyun and held those two pink and bright petals in his mouth, grabbing their sweetness.

Xiangyun snorted, and two blushes appeared on her face, which looked like a sleeping crabapple in spring. The beautiful girl drooped her eyelashes and allowed the young man to flirt with her.

Baoqin spat secretly, then ordered the maid to close the door, let down the curtain tied with golden hooks, and walk forward.

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Prince Wei's Mansion

As night fell and the lights dimmed, the sound of armor and weapons clashing could be heard outside the blue brick wall covered with snow, adding to the solemn atmosphere in the winter.

At this moment, the Prince of Wei's Palace was almost shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. Only the sounds of a few dogs barking could be heard in the streets, clearly audible in the cold snowy night.

In the study, except for the crackling of the candles on the high table, there was deathly silence.

King Chen Ran of Wei was dressed in white mourning clothes and sat on a red lacquered wooden armchair with a dejected look on his face. His whole body was motionless, and it seemed that even his breathing was still.

It’s over.

At this moment, the King of Wei had only this one thought in his mind.

In just a moment of thought, an indescribable hatred surged in my heart.

What had he done wrong? He just didn't have any children. How could God treat him so badly? Why did his father treat him so cruelly?

And there is Jia Ziyu, a heartless and ruthless person. Chen Ran was really blind at the time!

Thinking of this, Wei Wang Chen Ran could no longer suppress his anger. He slammed the table with one hand, causing the inkstone and brush on it to jump around. His fair face looked as cold as ice, and his facial features were almost distorted.

At this moment, the servant hurried into the room and said, "My Lord, please have some porridge for now."

As he was speaking, a tall servant carrying a food box walked quickly into the study.

King Wei Chen Ran suppressed the anger in his heart. He felt hungry at the moment. At this moment, he was still worried about his appetite and ate his meal.

After a while, a hurried voice was heard from outside, followed by the sound of dense and chaotic footsteps, saying: "Your Highness..."

As he was speaking, Song Jing walked into the study room under the illumination of a long and short black shadow. His usually fair and elegant face was now filled with sorrow.

Wei Wang Chen Ran put down his chopsticks, stood up quickly, and asked anxiously, "Uncle, how is it?"

"The people outside are all from the Jinyi Palace, so the news can't get out at all. I asked someone to climb over the wall while it was dark, but as soon as they landed, they were taken away by patrol soldiers from the Five Cities Army." Song Jing's face turned almost bitter.

Upon hearing this, King Wei Chen Ran frowned, and his anxiety became more and more obvious.

Song Jing shook his head and said, "Your Highness, now that Chu Fan has ascended to the throne, this matter can no longer be changed."

In other words, just wait to die. There's no hope. Let someone carry you away quickly.

Wei Wang Chen Ran looked pale, and after calming himself down, he said, "Where is Brother Liang? How is Brother Liang?"

Song Jing said: "They are also confined to the palace now. After the New Year, they will be exiled to their fiefdoms and kept under guard."

When King Wei Chen Ran heard this, his fair face was almost filled with anger, and he asked, "How could my father treat my brother like this?"

Song Jing said: "Your Highness, the most urgent thing now is not to complain, but to save your life and make plans later."

He saw that the King of Chu was not a good man, and he was afraid that after one or two years, he would kill him.

King Wei Chen Ran nodded, with a worried look in his eyes, and asked, "How is the situation with my uncle now?"

Song Jing smiled bitterly and said, "Perhaps it's because of Yan'er. Although the house has not been sealed, it has been closely guarded and is not allowed to go out at will."

Upon hearing this, Wei Wang Chen Ran frowned and said, "Uncle, how is the Queen Mother doing?"

Song Jing was worried and said, "There is no news from the queen yet, but I'm afraid it's not good. The daughter of the Zhen family has always been mean. After she enters the palace and takes charge of the six palaces, the queen will probably be wronged."

Wei Wang Chen Ran was silent for a moment, then choked up and said, "After all, it was me who implicated my mother."

At the end, my nose felt sore, my eyes filled with tears, and my heart was filled with grievances.

Song Jing sighed and said, "Your Highness, things have come to this point, and we can only look forward."

King Wei Chen Ran nodded and whispered: "I will definitely endure hardships and avenge my previous humiliation."

When Song Jing saw this, his expression changed, his eyes flickered, and he shook his head secretly in his heart.

Now that the righteous cause has been established, how is there any possibility of a reversal?

Moreover, the King of Chu was not someone who could be easily dealt with.

Without mentioning the depression and anger in the King of Wei's heart, let's talk about the bright lights in a room in the backyard, which were hitting the window glass like water.

On the bed with curtains all around, Yan Yiliu was wearing a plain dress. Her figure was curvaceous. Under her elegant bun and jade-like forehead, her eyes and eyebrows were filled with heroic spirit. At this moment, her face was cold.

"Miss, it's inconvenient for you to go in and out recently." The maid brought out from the Yan family said softly.

Yan Yiliu raised her delicate head, a look of worry appearing on her pale face.

"Miss, please go back to the Nan'an Marquis' Mansion in the next two days. I heard that after the New Year, His Highness will be exiled to Henan." said the maid.

When Yan Yiliu heard this, her beautiful face was stunned for a moment, and finally she let out a soft sigh.

Although he had a lot of hatred in the past, today, with the King of Wei demoted to a commoner, Yan Yilu's previous resentment has largely dissipated, and instead he has developed some compassion.

After all, a couple's blessings last a hundred days.

Yan Yiliu said, "I won't go back yet. I'll wait until next spring. Besides, I'm the criminal's family member, so I may not be able to escape."

The maid said, "The girl's life is really hard. It's all the master's fault for insisting on letting her marry the King of Wei."

Yan Yiliu frowned and scolded, "Stop talking."

After hearing this, the maid didn't know what to say.

Yan Yiliu sighed and said quietly, "Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven. Since this is my fate, I can't say anything else."

The maid responded softly, not saying anything else.

(End of this chapter)