"Baoyu! Heart, you're asking for your grandmother's life......"

"Yu'er, you're the only one left! If something happens to you, your mother won't be able to live! ”

"Baoyu, wake up!"

……

Lin Qingwen lay quietly on the kang, listening to the heart-rending cries and sad sobs outside in a daze.

There were also people walking around in a hurry but lightly, occasionally whispering in a low voice.

"Second Master Bao, what's wrong? In our Yihong Courtyard, doesn't he love Qingwen the most? Why did you push her against the wall today? ”

"I heard that in that courtyard, the second grandmother Lian is also like him, and she wants to beat and kill people, so the two of them won't be in conflict with evil, right?"

……

Next Olympics! Lin Qingwen scolded secretly.

The sharp pain in her forehead told her that it wasn't a dream. She's wearing a book!

She has a habit that she has developed for many years, and every night before going to bed, she always opens Cao Gong's "Dream of Red Mansions" and reads it a few times.

Last night, she read and read, and fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she dreamed of entering the Red Mansion, she actually entered the book, and entered the time when Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng were trapped by Ma Daopo and Aunt Zhao with five ghosts, and they almost died.

Maybe it's because she always feels sorry for the girl who is as graceful as Lin Daiyu, who is as fierce as fire and has a thin life; Or maybe it's because her mother, whose strength is pitting her daughter, insists on naming her "Qingwen"?

In short, she wore it on the short-lived maid Qingwen, who died in the mood for love.

According to the development of events in the book, even if she was not killed by Jia Baoyu this time, she would not have a few years to live.

No way! You can't just die like that.

Lin Qingwen tried hard to open her eyes, but she couldn't.

I don't know how long it took for her to really come to her senses.

The room was quiet, only a handsome girl sitting by the kang was bowing her head and wiping away her tears.

The light was dim, but Qingwen could clearly see that there was a red mole the size of a grain of rice on her forehead.

"Xiangling?" She exclaimed tentatively.

"Sister Qingwen!" Xiangling raised her head in surprise, "Are you awake?" You've been asleep for three days and three nights. ”

"Xiangling," Qingwen didn't care to greet her, grabbed her hand, and asked eagerly, "Baoyu and Second Grandma Lian, how are you doing now?" ”

"Both of them were carried to your wife's upper room, where many people kept watch all day and all night."

Xiangling said, "I heard that all kinds of healing, asking for divination, and seeking monks to find the Tao, all of them are ineffective, and now I am more and more out of breath."

The family said that there was no hope, and they were busy preparing the clothes and shoes for the two of them. Old ladies and wives, I'm afraid I'll even cry dry. ”

"It's okay, it's still too late," Qingwen breathed a sigh of relief and gasped for a while before saying, "Xiangling, you quietly help me find Sister Mandarin Duck next to the old lady, just say that I have a way to save Baoyu, so that she must bring the old lady over." ”

"I ...... Here it goes. There was a hint of hesitation in Xiangling's eyes, but she didn't ask much, got up and walked to Mrs. Wang's upper room.

Lin Qingwen pondered silently.

According to the book, Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng were eventually rescued by two of the most mysterious old men in "Dream of Red Mansions", the leper monk and the lame Taoist.

Fortunately, she woke up in time and took the credit.

Jia Baoyu is Jia's mother's most beloved grandson, and Jia's mother is the ancestor of the Jia family, and the person who speaks best in Jia's house.

She saved Jia Baoyu when he was dying, didn't she hug Jia Mu's thick thigh? also has some more chips to save his life in the future.

In less than two quarters of an hour, an old lady of fifty or sixty years old, surrounded by a dozen maids and servants, hurried in.

"Old lady......" Qingwen struggled to sit up, but couldn't get up no matter how hard she tried.

"Good boy, don't move," the old lady with swollen eyelids and a sad face hurriedly stepped forward and pressed her to lie down on the kang, "You lie down well, and tell me, is there any way to save Baoyu?" ”

Lin Qingwen was silent, and her dark eyes circled the maids and women standing underground.

As soon as Jia Mu waved her hand, those people immediately went out, leaving only her most trusted maid - Mandarin Duck.

"Good boy, let's talk about it now."

"Old lady, in the past few days when the slave maid has been in a coma, she has always had a dream that a woman has stuffed something under Baoyu's bed.

The slave maid thought, is there someone who is trying to harm Baoyu? The slave and maid struggled and woke up desperately, but they didn't dare to say it to others, for fear that people would say that I was spreading rumors.

The old lady is a person who has passed through things, if you believe me, and send people to go to the Baoyu bed and under the bed to have a good look, is there anything dirty? ”

Jia Mu's eyes were deep, and she pouted at the mandarin duck, and said in a low voice: "You go and take a closer look, and no one else is allowed to follow." ”

The mandarin duck immediately went out.

After a while, she took a red silk bag and carefully opened it for Jia's mother to see.

"This ...... Who is this who has lost his conscience and resorted to such a vicious method to harm my Yu'er? Jia Mu's eyes were heavy, and she gritted her teeth and shouted.

In the silk bag, five blue-faced and white-haired ghosts each stretched out their long arms and tightly grasped a paper twisted villain.

What is written on the paper figure is Jia Baoyu's birthday.

"Old lady, let's get angry slowly, it's better to destroy this harmful thing earlier, and the second master may be able to suffer less." Qingwen said in a trembling voice.

"Miss Qingwen is right! Grab the brazier and burn all this hurtful thing, quick! ”

Mother Jia commanded one after another, and said, "Mandarin duck, you take someone to Feng Yatou's house again, and see if she has this thing under her bed?" If so, burn it too! ”

The mandarin duck answered and went again.

Soon took back the same package of things, but this time what was written on the paper figure was Wang Xifeng's birthday.

A quarter of an hour later, a maid ran back and forth excitedly: "Back to the old lady, the second master and the second grandmother have woken up, saying that they are hungry, and the wife ordered to boil rice soup to drink." ”

"Good, good! God bless, my grandson is alive! ”

Mother Jia was in tears, chanting Buddha again and again, got up to take a look, but came back, fell in Qingwen's ear, and asked quietly:

"Tell me, good boy, do you see in your dreams who the bad woman is? I'm going to get that bad guy out and kill her!" ”

Qingwen shook her head and said, "Old lady, the slave only vaguely saw that it was a woman in her dream, and she didn't see who it was. ”

She didn't want to confess Aunt Zhao, and she didn't want to take her life for it.

In this backyard, which woman lives an easy life?

Aunt Zhao is just a hard-working person, she was bullied and oppressed so badly, she did something wrong, what is there that can't be forgiven?

"Forget it, just check this matter slowly in the future. Good boy, you have a good rest, wait for Baoyu and Feng Ya to get well, let them kowtow to you. ”

The old lady left the maid's room and went to Mrs. Wang.