The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 519 Leave a Light
Qingwen sat anxiously in the room, waiting hoping that Master Bao would come back to pick her up. Unfortunately, it was already dark and she still hadn't seen Jia Baoyu show up. Her heart, already half disappointed, gradually sank to the bottom.

In the darkness of the night, there was a sound of dripping water outside the window. It turned out to be raining. Qingwen, who had not eaten a grain of rice all day, suddenly felt the cold penetrating her body. She could not help shivering and hurriedly covered herself with a quilt, stamping her feet violently.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Qingwen was delighted and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me!" Jia Huan's voice came in immediately. Qingwen couldn't help but feel disappointed and said calmly, "It's dark, let's go to bed. Master Huan, we can talk tomorrow if you have anything to say."

However, Jia Huan pushed the door open and walked in. Qingwen was startled and subconsciously retreated to the bedside, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and stared at Jia Huan vigilantly, "What does Third Master Huan want to do?"

Jia Huan said unhappily, "What for? The master is here to serve me!"

Qingwen then noticed that Jia Huan was holding a plate of steaming thousand-layer cake in his hand. A trace of embarrassment flashed across her face, and she shook her head and said, "I'm not hungry. Thank you, Third Master Huan, for your kindness."

Jia Huan casually placed the plate of thousand-layer cake on the small round table, glanced at Qingwen who was wrapped in a quilt, and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, hunger and cold are the two sides of the same coin. It can be seen that people have to be hungry before they feel cold. Why are you being so stubborn? Hurry up and eat something. If you starve to death or freeze to death here with me, it will be a real wonder in the world."

Qingwen's face flushed with embarrassment, but her rebellious character also came out, and she sneered, "If you say you're not hungry, then you're not hungry. Why are you so long-winded?"

As a result, as soon as I finished speaking, my stomach started to growl. My nose smelled the fragrance of the pastries, and my brain involuntarily issued a command to secrete saliva, so I couldn't help but swallow the water in my mouth.

"Oh, this is so embarrassing!" Qingwen was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide in.

Jia Huan secretly laughed but pretended not to hear. He reached out and took a piece of Thousand Layer Cake and put it into his mouth, deliberately saying with a click of the tongue: "Well, Zuiyuezhai's Thousand Layer Cake is indeed as good as its reputation. It is just the right softness and hardness, sweet but not greasy, and has an endless aftertaste. It's really good. Don't worry, there is no drug in it!"

As he said this, he deliberately glanced at Qingwen, who really threw away the quilt, walked up to pick up the plate, stuffed two pieces of cakes into her mouth in one breath, then puffed up her cheeks and chewed while glancing back at Jia Huan provocatively.

Jia Huan smiled indifferently. He knew that this trick would work. It was true that a beautiful maid weighing 90 kilograms weighed 89 kilograms of rebellious bones.

Qingwen obviously realized that she had fallen into a trap at this moment. Her cheeks flushed. She turned around with the plate in her hand, turned her back to Jia Huan, and continued to wolf down the food with her cheeks puffed up.

"Eat slowly, don't choke!" Jia Huan left the room after saying these heart-breaking words.

"This guy, he obviously has a good heart, but his words are so hurtful!" Qingwen rolled her eyes secretly, but the good idea didn't work and she actually choked. She put down the dish in a hurry and poured a glass of water, gulping down a few mouthfuls before swallowing it. She choked with tears.

"Damn it, what a crow's mouth!" Qingwen muttered while patting her chest, and then she couldn't help laughing. Looking back, she found that Jia Huan had left. He should not have seen the scene of her choking, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

Soon, Qingwen finished the whole plate of cakes. She had been hungry all day, and she felt that the thousand-layer cake was extremely delicious and she was still wanting more.

"Oh, why hasn't Master Bao come to pick me up yet?" Qingwen couldn't help feeling worried as she listened to the sound of rain outside the window. Although she knew that Master Bao was unlikely to come, she still didn't give up.

For a maid, especially a young and beautiful one, she probably all has a dream of "turning the tables", and Qingwen is no exception. However, there is only one shortcut for a maid to turn the tables, and that is to be taken in by the master as a servant and promoted to a concubine.

Jia Baoyu was undoubtedly the best choice in terms of appearance, age and status, so all the maids who thought they were pretty flocked to him. For example, Jin Chuan'er in the mistress's room was determined to become Bao's concubine.

Putting aside those utilitarian things, Jia Baoyu does have the capital to win the hearts of young girls. Qingwen has served Jia Baoyu for many years and they are together day and night. In addition, there are only a few young men in the deep house in the backyard, so it is normal for young girls to fall in love with him.

So at this moment, Qingwen still fantasized that Master Bao would ignore his wife's opposition, overcome all difficulties and take her back. Unfortunately, she overestimated Jia Baoyu's responsibility.

The spring rain continued to fall. There was a stove burning in the room of the main house. The boiling water was bubbling and emitting hot steam, making the whole room a little warmer.

Ping'er sat by the stove, doing needlework by candlelight, occasionally looking up and tenderly glancing at Jia Huan who was writing furiously, looking like a completely married woman. Mandarin was fiddling with her strange drawings. This prodigal woman was "not doing her job properly", but Jia Huan never cared and even encouraged and supported her, which made pretty Ping'er puzzled and a little jealous.

Perhaps it was because of the sound of rain outside the window, Jia Huan's mind was particularly active tonight. In just half an hour, he finished a beautiful article in one go.

Jia Huan put down his pen and blew away the wet ink with satisfaction. In fact, writing eight-part essays was not difficult. It was the same as any other profession. It just took practice to get the job done.

Of course, no matter which industry you are in, it is easy to become proficient through practice, but to reach the top level, in addition to unremitting efforts, talent and luck are also indispensable factors.

"No one can help me achieve my ambition, but I will climb the mountain by myself!" Jia Huan stood up and stretched. Ping'er put down her needlework and said happily, "Master San has finished writing, I will get you some hot water to soak your feet."

"Go!" Jia Huan nodded, while Mandarin was still busy working on her drawings. She looked so beautiful with her meticulous look.

At this time, Feng'er, the new maid, came in hurriedly and said, "Sister Ping'er, it's bad, Sister Qingwen is missing!"

Ping'er was surprised: "When did you disappear?"

Feng Er said with a chuckle, "I was a little sleepy tonight. I just closed my eyes for a while, really just for a while. When I opened my eyes, I found that Sister Qingwen was gone. I searched all over the yard but couldn't find her."

"Oh no, she won't do anything stupid, will she?" Ping'er said worriedly.

Jia Huan asked calmly, "Are the rain gear and lanterns still in the room?"

"An umbrella and a lantern are missing!" Feng'er replied.

Jia Huan calmly said, "Then there's no need to look for her, and there's no need to make a fuss. She'll come back by herself when she's done. Feng'er, you can leave now. It's getting late. Go to bed now."

Feng Er made a sound and left the room. Ping Er brought hot water for Jia Huan to wash his face and feet, while she softly complained, "Third Master, you really shouldn't have been so soft-hearted as to take this bastard in. Not only can he not serve the master, but he also only causes trouble."

Let’s talk about Qingwen. She braved the drizzle and severe cold and walked to the outside of the Yihong Courtyard. She was unwilling to give up and wanted to ask Jia Baoyu in person why he broke his promise and did not come back to Yueweiju to pick her up.

In the original version of the Dream of the Red Chamber, Mr. Cao used the word "virtuous" to refer to Xiren, and the word "intelligent" to refer to Zijuan, while he used the word "brave" to describe Qingwen, which shows that this maid was indeed very brave.

"Open the door!" Qingwen stood in the rain and knocked on the gate of Yihong Courtyard. However, after waiting for a long time, she only heard the voices of people inside, but no one came to open the door.

"Open the door quickly, I'm back. Why don't you open the door? Are you little kids deaf?" Qingwen shouted while knocking on the door.

Finally, footsteps and the faint light of lanterns were heard from inside, and a little girl muttered, "It's so late and it's raining, who is it?"

Another little girl whispered, "It sounds like Sister Qingwen's voice!"

Although Qingwen was behind the courtyard gate, she could still hear everything clearly. She knew that it was the maids Chunyan and Tanyun inside, so she hurriedly said, "It's me. Please open the door quickly."

A soft cry came from inside, as if someone said, "It's really Qingwen!" Then there were the sounds of footsteps gradually fading away, and the faint light of the lantern through the crack in the door also disappeared.

Qingwen knocked on the door hurriedly, but unfortunately the cold, hard and thick gate did not move at all. The voice that was faintly audible before was completely inaudible. Finally, even the lights inside went out completely. There was silence and darkness, with only the sound of dripping rain.

Qingwen's heart gradually cooled down with the cold rain on this cold night. The remaining bit of hope was completely shattered, and she couldn't stop shivering.

Although Qingwen is fierce and strong-willed, she is actually a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. The maids in Yihong Courtyard are afraid of her on the surface, but they do not hate her. They are unwilling to open the door at this moment, which should be an order from their superiors. The last soft call just now sounded like Sheyue.

Qingwen couldn't help thinking, Musk Moon usually didn't get along with her, so it was normal for her not to let the little maids open the door, but with such a loud noise, Xiren and the others couldn't hear it? And Master Bao couldn't hear it? Why were they so cruel?

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the lantern in Qingwen's hand fell off and went out in an instant, plunging the surroundings into darkness. To make matters worse, the rain seemed to get heavier. Qingwen's pretty face was visibly panicked, and she fumbled to pick up the lantern, but unfortunately only a wisp of smoke remained.

Qingwen stared blankly at the tightly closed courtyard gate and raised her hand to knock on it, but finally she gritted her teeth, turned around and left with tears in her eyes, stepping on the puddles, one deep step and one shallow step towards Yueweiju. She fell several times during the walk, and when she saw the lantern hanging on the door of Yueweiju from afar, she couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat, and the tears she had been holding back burst into tears.

When she secretly left, there was no lamp hanging on the door of Yueweiju. This lantern was obviously hung later...

"Third Master, Qingwen is back. Her lantern is flat, her umbrella is broken, her face is bruised, and her hands and feet are bruised. I don't know how many times she fell, but she refused to let us bandage her clothes. This little girl is so stubborn!" Ping'er walked to the bed and whispered in Jia Huan's ear with a complicated expression.

Jia Huan said calmly: "Don't worry about her, let her toss herself, she will calm down in a few days."

(End of this chapter)