Rebirth of the third master of the ring of the Red Chamber

"Third Master, don't!" Caiming rushed forward, trying to grab the footstool but was dodged.Aunt Zhao kicked her, and then stood in front of her son.

"Aren't you trying to find my aunt? I'll make it up for him, so that you can become famous as a teacher!" Jia Huan sneered.

"Brother Huan, put down the stool quickly! It's such a big deal, it's not a matter of life or death." Wang Xifeng snapped.

Jia Huan glanced at Wang Xifeng faintly, put down the footstool, and sat down leisurely. He untied the cloth strip on his head in twos and twos, revealing a big bloody hole in his temple. Silk.Blood trickled down the side of his face into his collar, and the white obscene clothes were stained red, and there was a strong fishy smell in the room.

The servants all covered their noses and lowered their heads, not daring to look more.Looking at the action of scratching several times, others felt a sharp pain oozing from the cracks in the bones.The injury is not elsewhere, but the temple, the softest part of the human body!I don't know how many sticks of high incense was burned in the previous life to survive the catastrophe!

Even Wang Xifeng, who was used to seeing big scenes, couldn't help feeling frightened.The child smiled so calmly with a fatal wound on his face, and the beautiful facial features inherited from Aunt Zhao were stained with blood, giving off a sinister aura, which was creepy.

"Huan'er, wrap up the wound quickly! You are going to die!" Aunt Zhao screamed, grabbed the cloth and was about to bandage her son, but was stopped by the menacing eyes of the other party.

"It's really not a big deal, but there is a big hole in the temple, and it's almost dead. It's not as good as Duofu, who has such a large piece of skin rubbed on his forehead." He said, gently twisting a piece embedded in Duofu's flesh. Broken pieces of porcelain, thrown on the ground.

Caiming was trembling with fear, but he didn't dare to make a sound, let alone go forward.You can be so vicious to yourself, how can you talk about others?

"It was my fault." When everyone thought that this kid would do something more terrifying, he actually smiled obediently, and recognized it without hesitation.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, he spoke slowly again, "If Duofu unfortunately passed away, I will kill him by crashing into the stone lion in front of the door to pay for his life! What kind of thing am I? But how can I be a bastard born of a slave? Can he be more honorable than Duofu? In the past, when he went to school, he rode a horse, and I walked with my book bag; he wrote, and I rubbed ink; he ate snacks, and I watched; Put it in my purse, if you get into trouble, just push it on my head, and I have to call him Brother Dofu. I can’t compare him to his status, and I should pay for his life.” It belongs to Jia Huan’s resentment Resentment churned in his chest.

The little child was stained with blood, and he looked like he was about to pass out, but he still tried to hold on. He looked 12 very pitiful.How could there be such a fierce struggle without enduring forbearance for a long time?

Jia Zheng, who was standing behind the door, couldn't hold back when he heard this, he kicked open the door and roared angrily, "Diao slave! How dare you treat your master like this! It's better if he dies, but if he doesn't die, I'll rip him off! Sweep it out for me! Carefully dirty my place!" He strictly abides by etiquette, although he doesn't like to see this bastard, but he can't allow him to be bullied by a slave.

"Take it out! Our Jia family doesn't need such a shameless slave!" Mrs. Wang standing behind Jia Zheng shouted out of righteous indignation.

Jia Huan lowered his head, with a sarcastic smile in his eyes.

Aunt Zhao hurriedly bandaged the wound for her son, and knelt down to thank Mrs. and Mrs. Zhao for making the decision.

Only now did Wang Xifeng come to his senses, and quickly ordered someone to carry the unconscious Duofu out, and gave Caiming a hard look at Caiming, who was about to cry for grievances.

Impatient with Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang, Jia Huan lay in Aunt Zhao's arms and pretended to be dizzy.Jia Zheng hurriedly sent someone to invite the doctor, and after a few words of care, he said that he had something to do and went to the study. Mrs. Wang stayed there for half a day and then left. The noisy courtyard finally quieted down.

Aunt Zhao has no ability and no foundation, and her status in Jia's mansion is lowly, even inferior to a servant with a little face.Her small courtyard saw a crowd of servants, but the ones who were really loyal were Nanny Song, who was the grandma Jiahuan, and Xiao Jixianger, the eldest maid.

Through the mouths of these people, the news quickly reached the ears of the masters of the Jia family.

"I didn't expect these slaves to be so annoying to the master. It's annoying and hateful. Let's sweep it out and sweep it out. Don't go to work in the mansion again in the future." Jiamu waved her hands in disgust.

When she heard that Jia Huan had smashed someone's head, she was very angry.The Jia family has always been lenient to their slaves, and they have no reason to kill people privately, but Duofu survived and Caiming took Aunt Zhao's life, and Jia Huan's accusation was filled with tears of blood and sorrow. The appearance is really shocking, which shows how much suffering he has suffered on weekdays.

After all, it is the seed of the Jia family, but it is ruined by a slave. It doesn't matter if you didn't know it in the past, but if you know it, Jia's mother will naturally protect it.

Caiming knelt in front of Wang Xifeng's door with disheveled hair, two lines of tears still hanging on his face.

"Go back quickly. Grandma is re-selecting a young servant for Mr. Huan. She has to reconcile the accounts later, so she has no time to talk to you. I heard that the old lady has sent a message. Duofu is not allowed to enter Jia's mansion again. Can you Saving one's life is a great fortune, so what else do you want? You haven't seen Mr. Huan like that, his red and white brains are exposed, and he is crazy. If it wasn't for being bullied by Duofu on weekdays, he would be a coward How can a cowardly and bullying master do such a thing?" Ping'er leaned over to pull Caiming.

Hearing the words 'Huan Sanye', Caiming showed deep hatred on his face.

"You hate him? How do you know that he doesn't hate you? He is the master and you are the slave, so what can you do if you hate him? I think Third Master Huan seems to have hurt his head and changed his behavior drastically. You should stay away from him in the future. Don't recruit him. Get up quickly, your family needs someone to take care of you most when you are outside! This is the silver rewarded by grandma, find him a good doctor, and you will come back when you are safe." Ping'er stuffed ten taels of silver past.

Caiming hesitated for a moment, kowtowed heavily in front of the door, said 'thank you grandma' and left.

No one was close to him. Jia Huan slept until midnight. When he got up, he touched the gauze. The bloody wound had healed up by half. He felt so empty in his stomach that he immediately turned over and got out of bed, and shouted, "Come on!" ,I'm hungry!"

After waiting several minutes for no response, he called again.

There was a sound in the outer room, and the voices of the little girls shuffling each other. Jia Huan's calm face was distorted, and a sleepy little girl came in through the curtain, yawning and saying, "Sir, have a drink first." Tea, Queer has gone to make you hot porridge, it will be here soon."

Smelling the fresh aroma of green tea, Jia Huan barely suppressed his violent heart, picked up the teacup, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then took a small sip, licking the tip of his tongue with an expression of endless aftertaste.

"Good tea!" He sighed contentedly.After drinking black, yellow, stinking water with deadly viruses for more than ten years, this cup of tea is like fine wine.

Tch, it's just a cup of old tea foam, Second Master Bao would not hesitate to rinse his mouth with it!It really is a bitch!I don't know anything!The little girl rolled her eyes and cursed.It was late autumn at this time, and the weather was getting colder. She was woken up after sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, and she was naturally suffocated.

Jia Huan is usually not a master, and his personality is inferior and he prefers to be inferior, so the servants around him are afraid of him and respect him even less.A few words of slander in the stomach like this are considered good, but face-to-face disobedience is actually normal.It was because he was stunned by his crazy appearance during the day, otherwise the two of them just lay in bed and pretended not to hear.

Magpie went away for a long time before returning.Jia Huan was infatuated with a cup of tea, and drank it with great care, otherwise his temper would have exploded.

"Brother Huan, the porridge is here. I just asked the cook to heat it up. Be careful." Que'er put a steaming bowl of white fungus and lotus seed porridge on the table.

Jia Huan's eyes sparkled, he picked up the bowl and blew a few breaths, then dropped the spoon and poured it down his throat.Really slippery!so sweet!So waxy!It smells so good!Is this what normal food tastes like?You can still eat it in your lifetime!

His eyes were flushed, his mood was agitated, and he was on the verge of tears of happiness.

Gudong Gudong Gudong, within a few breaths, the porridge bowl bottomed out, and the two little girls were dumbfounded.This way of eating is a bit rude, it looks like a starved ghost reincarnated!

"Another bowl!" Jia Huan wiped his mouth, turned his nose towards Que'er and twitched, and said, "No more porridge, let me have a bowl of meat!"

"Brother Huan, you are still hurting. Eating light food is good for your health. Big fish and big meat are not easy to digest. You will accumulate them in your stomach after sleeping. Be careful of diarrhea when you get up in the morning." Que'er hurriedly dissuaded him.She was also hungry, and the cook left a bowl of red grilled autumn duck, and she came over just in time to eat a few mouthfuls.If it is given to Jia Huan, she will never bear it!

"Here's a bowl of meat!" Jia Huan slapped the bowl on the table, his happy face darkened.

"How can there be any meat at this hour? All the ingredients are used up, and there is only some soup and water left. You can just make do with it, and I will bring you a bowl of porridge." Que'er was impatient, and stepped forward to take the bowl .

"When cheating on me, first dispel the smell of meat all over your body, and wipe off the oil marks on the corners of your mouth before you come back. I, Jia Huan, have never been a casual person, and I will do whatever I say!" Jia Huan sneered, smashed the bowl, and slapped the table vigorously , shouted in a stubborn, fanatical, and eager tone, "I want to eat meat!"

The animals in the last days are all mutated, not only are they poisonous, but the meat tastes sour and smelly, even people with unnatural physique like Jia Huan dare not try it lightly.He hadn't eaten meat for more than ten years, and his eyes glowed green when he smelled the meat.

The two little girls were staring straight at him with bloodshot eyes, panicked in their hearts, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The son was seriously injured, how could Aunt Zhao sleep soundly, Jia Huan was hungry at one end, she began to dress carefully at the other end, and when she was dressed, she came to the door, and after hearing the general idea, she immediately kicked the door and scolded Said, "You bastard, I don't know what's in it! The master's meal, the cook will not hide a good one for herself one day, and eat it secretly before going to bed at night! You dare to use the master's things, you are not afraid of rotten tongue! Give it to me immediately! I'll bring the meat around, or I'll set the kitchen on fire, and then I'll go to my wife to confess the crime!"

After beating her son and coming back from hell, Aunt Zhao became a little crazy.She will bite whoever makes her son unhappy.

The two little girls are really afraid of this crazy mother and son now.Look at those red, wide-eyed eyes, they look like Rakshasa ghosts.The two of them kept their promises and fled as if fleeing.

"Little brat, are you still addicted to smashing! Auntie will replace everything in the house with wood tomorrow, so that you can smash it enough!" Sitting next to her son, Aunt Zhao blamed him, wanting to poke his forehead Seeing the circle of blood-stained gauze, his face showed pain, and he pinched his thin arm instead.

When Que'er brought a bowl of red grilled autumn duck, she smiled and served her son to eat, wiped his face and hands, pushed him onto the bed and tucked in the quilt before leaving in peace.

The woman's expression was too gentle and pampering, Jia Huan was not used to it, but he didn't feel any resistance.Living alone away from the crowd for more than ten years, he is often driven crazy by loneliness, and then uses killing to vent.Over time, his temperament became manic and cruel, and he could never suppress the destructive desire in his heart.But that doesn't mean he doesn't need warmth.

But now, he got this warmth from Aunt Zhao, and decided to take on Jia Huan's unfinished responsibilities.It's just that this responsibility only includes those who treat Jia Huan kindly. As for the marriage between wood and stone, the twelve beauties in Jinling, Jia's family raiding and seizing titles, what does it have to do with him?He is not the savior.

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