Chapter 27 Take a gamble, the bicycle turns into a motorcycle

In the evening, Jia Zheng returned home and heard that his niece, whom he had never met, had come. He asked casually, "How is the child?"

Mrs. Wang asked if it was Baoyu, and she replied with a smile, "He is quite well behaved. Today, when she heard that my old illness had come back, she went to the temple to pray to the Bodhisattva for me."

Jia Zheng was stunned? His niece came all the way here, and on the first day she ignored everything and went to the temple to pray for a peace amulet for her second aunt?

"She is so ignorant of etiquette, what will the old lady say?" Jia Zheng sighed. It is said that the Lin family has been a noble family for generations, and a family of scholars, so how could they raise a girl who is so unruly?

Mrs. Wang was stunned. How could her son not know the etiquette when he prayed for her safety and worshiped the Bodhisattva? Could it be because he did not welcome his good niece?

"The old lady is also praising me." Mrs. Wang was angry. She had suffered a loss today and was ridiculed by others, openly or secretly. She was still angry. Now that he came back, she saw that Baoyu's nose was not a nose, and his mouth was not a mouth. What's the point of being like this? !

Jia Zheng then figured out something different, "Isn't it my niece who's here today?"

Mrs. Wang nodded. Seeing Jia Zheng's eyes looking at her, her mind sank, fearing that she had misunderstood. "She is a good child, very well-behaved, and well-mannered. She looks like the old lady's own granddaughter."

Jia Zheng nodded, then remembered that Lin Ruhai was now married to someone else, and his sister had passed away long ago, so there was already a layer of distance between them, "How is her mother?"

It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it. As soon as she did, Mrs. Wang felt her blood boiling. Thinking of the shame she had today, she gritted her teeth and said, "She's not a good person to get along with, and her words are not pertinent. I'm afraid that my niece... won't be okay if things go on like this for a long time."

"Even if she is not my biological mother, I can discipline her well. If there is no other way, I can keep her with the old lady."

Mrs. Wang nodded. "Master, you are very thoughtful. I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"It's just what you want, it's simple."

"It depends on what the old lady thinks."

Although he saw the old lady's intention, he turned around and said, "My sister will come to Beijing soon. You know, my brother got promoted and went to work in the frontier, and the whole family followed him. Now I am the only relative in Beijing. I thought of asking my sister to bring the children to our house, so that we can have some fun."

Jia Zheng nodded and said, "Just do it."

After saying this, he got up and went to his concubine Aunt Zhao's room to rest.

Mrs. Wang gritted her teeth and cursed him in her heart, "What a bitch!"

She turned around and wrote a letter under the lamp, and sent it to her sister who had married into the Xue family but remained a widow overnight.

…

“Have you found the classic?”

"Miss, I have been busy in Jia's house today, and I haven't found the man called Jingdian."

Lin Daiyu lazily leaned on the couch, tapping the edge of the bed with her jade hands, and asked nonchalantly, "Have you questioned both the man and the woman?"

The maid nodded and asked in confusion, "Is he not in Jia's house? But only in Beijing?"

"It's not impossible. Go check it out. It's not limited to men, women, young or old."

"yes."

"Also...how about asking about the affairs at home?"

The maid took a quick look at her mistress. She was obviously much taller than herself, but the aura she emanated from her body was so overwhelming that she couldn't breathe.

"As the young lady expected, Jia Baoyu is still...still in the inner house, living and eating with the old lady, eating...eating the rouge on the maids' lips, and he likes to read books, but they are all miscellaneous books. He spends the whole day in the inner courtyard mixing rouge and powder, visiting prostitutes and having fun..."

"Well, I know all of this. Let's talk about the others."

"The wife of the successor, Xing, was born in the Jinling Xing family. Her ancestors had been ministers, but now they were in decline. There was no one in the family who had entered officialdom. She had no daughters. Her original wife left behind a legitimate son, Jia Lin, and a legitimate daughter-in-law, Wang. Their relationship seemed harmonious, but deep down, they didn't care about each other.

The second-house Wang is the aunt of the first-house's legitimate daughter-in-law, Wang, and has always been close to her. The housekeepers are these two people. Now, they seem to be Wang Xifeng's housekeeper, but they are actually Madam Wang, who is in charge of all the affairs of the first-house in private.

My uncle, who was a general of the first rank, was a womanizer by nature and had more than ten concubines.

My second uncle is a sixth-rank official. He is courteous to the virtuous and humble, and he helps the weak and the needy. He has countless guests. "

…

"How is grandma?" Lin Daiyu thought for a long time before finally asking this question. She somehow remembered that A-Jiao Shen had been targeting her for no reason and that she hated Baoyu and her second aunt.

If today alone is not enough to make the wife feel this way, I think they will do many disgusting things later.

Even though they are my closest relatives, I haven't seen them for many years and there is no family affection between us. I can only listen to them and they don't count.

It seems that I still need to be more cautious in the future and not let my guard down. Fortunately, I don’t have that much longing for my grandmother’s house, so I’m not sad. But if my mother knew about this, would she be sad?

She chuckled softly. When a person dies, the lights go out. Why should she be sad? The living should be sad. She is not sad. This matter cannot hurt her at all.

But living in this capital, it is inevitable to come into contact with people, so it is better to ask for more details.

Shen Ajiao naturally had no idea of ​​Lin Daiyu's intention, and in her sleep she even applauded Lin Daiyu for slapping Baoyu.

The next day, a sweet milky aroma wafted into Shen's nose. Sniff, sniff ~

[Wow, I can't believe it. How happy I would be if I could actually eat something so sweet.]

[I will be very happy~]

Lin Daiyu: If you want happiness, please open your eyes and look at me.

Shen Ajiao originally thought she was dreaming, so she took a deep breath and went back to sleep. However, the sweet smell lingered in her nose and brain, and she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

[It’s so hard, it’s so hard to get a good night’s sleep, wuwu, I’m not happy if I can’t eat. ]

Lin Daiyu, "Madam, are you still awake? If you don't wake up, share this cheese pastry among you."

"What? What cheese soufflé? Where is it?"

The words startled the dreamer, and he jumped up, looking at the cheese puff in the maid's hand, [Is it this? Wow~ Oh my god, my god, my god! ]

"Ahem, why did you get up so early today?" Shen Ajiao thought that she was an official's wife after all, so she should still look a little elegant. She slowly got up and sat in front of the dressing table.

Lin Daiyu looked at the fake and delicate lady and raised her hand to her forehead, "It's already three quarters past the hour."

"What is it? It's three quarters past nine?"

Shen Ajiao quickly calculated in her mind, "Oh my god, it's already ten o'clock. No wonder Daiyu is in her room." She suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and pulled her tangled hair, swallowed her saliva, and said, "I read until three o'clock last night, so I got up late."

"My wife said to read books, is this what you mean?"

Shen Ajiao looked at the words in Lin Daiyu's hand in horror and stammered, "No... this is not me... you've got the wrong person."

"Really?" Lin Daiyu had a cold face. Seeing Shen Ajiao's heart pounding, she shook her head repeatedly, refusing to admit that it was her.

[Oh my god, can you say this? Save me…save me~]

[Looking at Lin Baobao's eyes, I admit that this is me. If you can't protect me, just eat me alive and throw me into the frying pan.]

[I absolutely cannot admit it, it’s not me, it’s not me, this is not me! ]

[Huh, it's me. If I call it, will it respond? 】

"It's not me." Shen Ajiao refused to admit it!

"I thought this was my wife's, so I gave her a few of the same orphans. Since it's not her, forget it." Lin Daiyu shook her head and prepared to get up and leave.

[Lonely? Or the same lonely? ]

[Can it be compared with "The Evil King's Fugitive Wife"? ]

[If you don't try, the bicycle will become a motorcycle? 】

Lin Daiyu: Just waiting to give it a try.