Red Mansion Daiyu, the Rise of the Lin Family

"I provide you with three meals a day and four snacks to study, what have you learned?"

"Did you learn to paint these romantic pictures?"

Mrs. Wang didn't want to scold her son. But now she only had this one son. She was afraid that he would melt if she kept him in her mouth. She couldn't spoil him enough, so how could she bear to let him go?

But Jia Baoyu's behavior made her too disappointed.

"Mom, why? If you have any dissatisfaction, you can scold me. My son is listening."

"Why did you ruin my painting?" Jia Baoyu was heartbroken because he had spent so much effort to paint this.

Although it's not finished yet, it finally looks like something.

"Why? Don't you see what good things you have done? You didn't take part in the imperial examination, and you didn't make progress in your studies." When she said this, Mrs. Wang saw that her son's face turned pale.

Suddenly I realized that I had spoken too harshly, so I slowed down my voice.

"My son, if you don't have any achievements, how can you start a family and build a career in the future?"

"If your father finds out that you only paint these useless pictures, he'll beat you up."

Jia Baoyu raised his head, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes: "Mother, fame is important, but life cannot be just about fame. My paintings and poems are my hard work and my soul."

"What does fame, fortune, and wealth have to do with me? I just want to be a rich and idle person for the rest of my life."

"Why did you destroy my painting?"

"Are you going to destroy my ideals and pursuits?"

Instead, Jia Baoyu persuaded his mother, saying that a person without ideals is just a body.

Why do you need a body? It's better to be a monk and live a carefree life.

Seeing the pain in Jia Baoyu's eyes, Mrs. Wang backed off. She didn't want to teach her son too much, for she was afraid that it would dampen his ambition.

My son is still young, he is still a teenager, he has too many unrealistic imaginations,

Boys mature later, and when they grow up, they will naturally understand the responsibilities of men.

On the contrary, today's matter is more difficult.

Mrs. Wang immediately changed the subject.

"Baoyu, did Xiren climb into the bed?"

"Tell me, your mother helped you deal with her?"

Jia Baoyu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his face felt hot and a look of shame appeared on his face.

He glanced at Xiren.

What's going on? You still have to ask about this?

Xiren just lowered her head and didn't dare to respond.

"This...this..." Jia Baoyu hesitated. He couldn't justify himself on this matter.

We can't really say who climbed into the bed, right? If the mother really punished Xiren, wouldn't that harm her?

So Jia Baoyu chose to deny it.

"Mother, that's not the case."

"You heard wrong."

"What about Musk Moon?" Mrs. Wang continued to ask.

Jia Baoyu shook his head quickly.

Mrs. Wang asked several maids in succession, and Jia Baoyu shook his head repeatedly.

He was a little confused. How could he call out the names one by one?

After asking, Mrs. Wang smiled with relief.

"Very good, these are good children, my son, as long as they serve well."

"Mother will definitely make good arrangements for you."

Having said that, Mrs. Wang glanced at the painting in Jia Baoyu's hand and sneered.

He stood up and said to Jia Baoyu and Xiren, "You should take care of yourselves from now on."

After saying this, Mrs. Wang walked out.

Xiren ignored Jia Baoyu's questioning look and followed Mrs. Wang's footsteps closely.

Mrs. Wang walked outside and looked at the kneeling maids, all of whom were terrified.

No one reported it, right?

The maids were silent, as if they were criminals awaiting judgment.

"Someone, stop that girl's mouth and take her away."

"Just throw it to her parents and tell them that they don't want it anymore."

"You are sick, but you are still here pretending to be a servant."

As soon as Mrs. Wang's vicious order came out, the kneeling maids felt cold all over.

This is killing me.

Not only will it be thrown away, but it will also be charged with a crime.

Everyone looked in the direction where Mrs. Wang pointed.

Oh my god! It's Qingwen.

Qingwen's face turned pale and she was shocked. She felt it was extremely absurd.

Seeing Mrs. Wang coming, he had already become extremely low-key.

Because she knew that Mrs. Wang disliked her, she once taught a little maid a lesson for cheating, but was caught by Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang's eyes were terrifying at that time, and now she was trying to put herself to death.

I don’t even have a father or a mother.

There is only one rotten cousin who married an equally rotten wife.

Qingwen suddenly jumped up and ran two steps, shouting as she ran, "Madam, this is unfair!"

He was about to kowtow to Mrs. Wang, but Mrs. Wang was merciless.

"Everyone is crying out for injustice, do you think I'm being unfair?"

"What are you waiting for? Catch her!" Mrs. Wang glared at the slow-moving old woman.

"Are you still giving her a chance to resist? I think you are too old to walk anymore."

When these words were spoken, the old women knew that Mrs. Wang was determined. Four or five of them rushed forward, blocked Qingwen's mouth, twisted her arms and took her down.

With tears in her eyes, Qingwen twisted and struggled desperately, hoping to free the thing in her mouth.

But we are alone and weak.

When she was being dragged away by the old women, she seemed to sense something and looked back with a hint of pleading in her eyes, only to see Jia Baoyu standing at the door, dazed and stupid.

The other maids who usually called themselves sisters and brothers lowered their heads, as if to avoid seeing their own miserable appearance.

Qingwen knew in her heart that they might have sympathy in their hearts, but more of it was fear, fearing that she would suffer the same fate.

Maybe there are some girls that he used to discipline, who are happy and cheerful at this moment, and he must be cheering in his heart.

Wang Xifeng, who was standing by, could not bear to watch any more. She ordered the maid beside her, "Pack up Qingwen's things and let her take them away!"

There was a hint of pity in her voice, but Mrs. Wang glared at her fiercely, which made her heart tighten.

"No need for that. It's a courtesy for her to be able to leave with some clothes on." Mrs. Wang's voice was cold.

"If you weren't afraid of offending others, you should have stripped her clothes off and left her naked."

"Let's save those good things for the good girl!"

Wang Xifeng felt numb. When did this aunt become so mean?

Why has it come to this? Why has it come to this?

Jia Baoyu still held the incomplete paintings in his hands, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

It feels like a nightmare, is it real?

Why? Why?

He felt like his life had been turned upside down.

At this time, Mrs. Wang's voice came with the wind, cold and chilling to the bone.

"Serve the Second Master well, or you will be the next Qingwen. I don't care how big your reputation is."

"If you dare to discredit me in the slightest, I will make you a hundred times more miserable."

After saying these words, the Buddhist beads in Mrs. Wang's hand started to spin rapidly.

The scriptures in my heart are repeated over and over again, may Buddha have mercy on me!

At this time, Wang Xifeng didn't want to stay here anymore, not even for a moment.

But she didn't want to offend anyone, so she had to ask for advice from the moody Madam Wang.

"Aunt, I have to go see the third young lady."

Mrs. Wang opened her eyes and glanced at Wang Xifeng with a half-smile.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that there is also a troublesome third girl."

"I won't go there, lest someone say I can't tolerate a concubine's daughter."

"You only know that the mansion only needs gentle and dignified girls, not thorns."

"Also, don't be partial. Go visit the second and fourth girls as well!"

At this point, Mrs. Wang's eyes became sharp.

"Otherwise, if I don't check elsewhere, won't it seem like I'm a bad parent?"

At the same time, he warned Wang Xifeng,

"Remember your last name is Wang!"

"People have to have a stand. It's impossible to be smooth talkers."