Red Mansion Daiyu, the Rise of the Lin Family

Chapter 380: Jia Min, the Guardian

In front of the portrait, a table,

On the table were a perpetual lamp, an incense burner, and paper money.

Jia Xichun was alone, dressed in a white robe, kneeling on a cushion, seemingly reciting scriptures silently.

When Jia Min saw the portrait,

He immediately fell on the table and cried inconsolably.

"Brother! You died unjustly?"

……

Then he started to mutter little by little,

From small to large,

……

How can you have such a good memory?

Lin Daiyu was very puzzled.

I am also sad because of the atmosphere, but I am more sad about the passing of such a brilliant and charming person.

She really didn't expect that someone could paint Jia Jing so well.

Although he was also a talented person in this era, the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion, and a successful Jinshi,

But, but, I thought he was a shriveled old man, who would have thought that he would be such a...

Lin Daiyu glanced at her father Lin Ruhai.

There is only one comment in my mind, that is, Jia Min is absolutely obsessed with looks.

Beauty is justice.

Lin Ruhai, Yong'an and others also came to kowtow and pay tribute to Jia Jing's portrait.

After the memorial service was over, people began to kneel outside the door to welcome the younger generations, and Lin Ruhai took the initiative to help write the gift list.

Lin Daiyu was next to Jia Xichun and saw that Jia Min was crying too sadly.

All of this alarmed the unmoved Jia Xichun.

Xichun looked at Jia Min in surprise.

Since my father passed away, no one has ever cried for him so sincerely.

She wanted to offer some words of comfort, and there should be someone inside to receive and comfort her.

But Yu Shi had gone nowhere.

I am not good at speaking,

She couldn't help but stammer, "Auntie,"

Jia Min couldn't hear anything at all, as if her whole mind was focused on the past.

The time when this portrait was created.

Lin Daiyu heard it clearly and looked at Xichun helplessly.

How did I become a gourd with a sawed-off mouth? I can't speak.

Lin Daiyu helped Jia Min,

"Mom! Take a break!"

"I'll have someone get you a glass of water."

Only then did Jia Min realize that her throat was swollen, sore and hoarse because she had cried too much in the past few days.

Although some are true and some are false.

But she shook her head at Lin Daiyu and didn't want to drink water now.

She looked at Xichun, who was dressed like a monk, and tears began to flow.

Choking with sobs, he said to Xichun,

"Fourth girl, why are you like this?"

"Your father is a rare talent of his generation."

"You don't need to learn his way of avoiding the world. You just need to learn his true nature."

……

When Xichun heard this, she sneered.

"Aunt, he is in such a desperate situation because of his true nature."

"If I don't have a true character, I might just become a secular patriarch."

At this point, Xichun couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking of Jia Zhen.

This is the world, it's disgusting.

I can't accept marrying such a person at any moment.

Jia Min sighed helplessly.

Staring at the portrait, crying silently,

Jia Jing, isn't he worldly? He wants the worldly but cannot obtain it, yet he must hurt another innocent person.

Perhaps it is because of his true nature that he understands pain better.

Torturing myself all my life.

Thinking of this, Jia Min said no more.

The ever-burning lamp in the house illuminates the passing smiling face.

It is like this bizarre world has welcomed the return of an old friend.

……

At this time, Yu's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law came in hurriedly.

"Oh, aunt, I have so many things to do that I can't take care of everything else."

"You came and there was no one to greet you!"

"It's time to hit!"

Jia Min glanced at them calmly and said,

"I don't mind. Just remember my eldest cousin. He is indispensable here."

"As long as the eternal lamp is not extinguished, my cousin can find the way back."

Jia Min's words made Youshi feel cold.

She and Qin Keqing had no choice but to kneel on either side.

Silent vigil.

Time was too short, and they had to personally arrange how their families from both sides would come.

……

"Where's Jia Min? Hasn't she come in yet?"

"This is waiting for someone to come and invite you!"

"She is a junior, does the old lady really need to go out and greet her in person?"

Mrs. Wang was waiting for Jia Min to come in, but when she didn't show up, she asked Zhou Rui's wife anxiously.

I thought to myself that as long as she came, I would inevitably say something unpleasant to her.

Zhou Ruijia glanced at Lady Jia and saw that her face was also gloomy.

She swallowed and dared not speak.

At this time, I heard someone outside report,

"Madam, the Lin family's aunt has entered the mourning hall."

Upon hearing this, Grandmother Jia's face changed.

Even Mrs. Wang was stunned at first, and then asked,

"Why don't we come and ask mother first, and then we go together? Which side is she closer to? Doesn't Jia Min know it?"

After saying this, Mrs. Wang glanced at Grandmother Jia and smiled coldly.

I guessed it right. Grandmother Jia hasn't gone to the mourning hall yet. She is waiting for Jia Min.

Then the mother and daughter talked about their relationship first and then went together. Unexpectedly, Jia Min didn't give the old lady any face at all. She was really capable and had grown up strong.

The way he looked at the old lady changed.

At this time, Mrs. Xing came in from outside, looking indignant.

"You deserve it! You deserve it. Don't call me for this."

As soon as he came in, without even checking her expression, he shouted at Grandmother Jia, "Mother, you said that the eldest master, that bastard, ran to stop my aunt with half a leg."

“I almost got beaten.”

"It's so noisy, let me go and break her face."

"I won't go. You deserve it."

At this time, Jia's mother looked at her with doubtful eyes, "It was really that bastard Jia She who went to stop them?"

Mrs. Xing straightened her body and said unconvincedly, "Of course, can I lie about this?"

"There's a group of people watching outside!"

At this time, I only heard Jia's mother slowly say, "Did Jia Min break his legs?"

Mrs. Xing was a little scared when she saw this look. Could it be that this old lady was suspicious of something?

She couldn't help but blink a few times and shook her head.

"no!"

Grandmother Jia said bitterly, "That's what he deserves."

"Why don't you just break his legs?"

This is what I said...

Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Xing both shuddered.

"Let's go over there too! What's the point of leaving her alone there?"

After saying this, Grandmother Jia stood up with the help of her cane, turned around and walked out.

Mrs. Xing and Mrs. Wang couldn't help but follow.

I was wondering, where is this person? What does Youshi do?

Wang Xifeng also went over to help.

At this moment, several old women suddenly ran in from outside, their faces sweating with anxiety.

"Old lady, hurry up! Hurry up!"

"There are mourners outside!"

"Who?" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang's eyes suddenly lit up.

she exclaimed.

Several women looked surprised and happy.

"Madam, it's Concubine Nan'an who's here!"

"With a complete set of offerings."

"The greatest gift! A wall of wreaths."

"There are no women to meet us at the door!"

"Master Lian was so anxious that he jumped up and down!"

Jia's mother stopped immediately.

"Are you serious?" His voice was trembling a little, and without waiting for an answer, he strode out on his crutches.

Mrs. Wang also opened her eyes wide.

I secretly hate you.

Where are the Wang family members? All the outsiders have arrived, but the relatives have not yet shown up.

Isn't this just waiting to be laughed at?

Everyone doesn't know how to put powder on their face.

I don't know how to give myself face.

While thinking bitterly, he quickly followed Lady Jia to the door.

……

When I arrived at the door, I saw that Concubine Nan'an was still in mourning clothes. She was probably just coming out from the Empress Dowager's coffin and came straight over.

Tables filled with offerings filled the doorway.

Rows of wreaths, held by two teams of people.

Jia's mother, leaning on her cane, hurried forward to greet them.

"Look at you! Why did you come here in person when you are so busy?"