Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 144 Spring and Autumn Brushwork
  Baochai was in a much better mood. He smiled slightly and said, "Brother Huan, I'm sorry to help you. Let's buy some fruit to eat." As he said this, he took out a handful of gold and silver knives from the small box on the bedside and stuffed them into Jia Huanhuai's hand. inside.

"Thank you sister, no, thank you sister-in-law." Jia Huan ran away with a smile.

Bah, nonsense. Baochai gave him a look, feeling a little calmer, and hurriedly tore open the envelope. The letter reads:

Sister Bao’s Aijian:
  Not seeing him for one day is like three autumn days. Now that I haven't seen him for dozens of days, Cong Siqing is crazy about her.

This trip to Yangzhou was complicated, and due to the situation, I had no choice but to write a few poems. I was afraid that I would be saddened by this, and that I would be unfairly wronged, so I sent a letter to explain it to avoid any suspicion.

If you have been hurt by your words before writing this letter, it is really Cong's fault of not thinking carefully.

When I first met my uncle, he was already seriously ill and could not afford to leave. Because of his name as "Zilong", he left him alone in Cong. Cong Yan has his heart set on something, so please make a decision. When asked, he replied: The girl from the Xue family is named Baochai.

My uncle smiled and said, since we have been friends for a long time and have always been known to be virtuous and generous, and not easy to fight with each other, it is okay to retire and become an equal wife. Cong couldn't bear his uncle's death with regrets, and he thought the minister was very elegant and generous, so he agreed without permission.

Later, he met the miracle doctor Ye Tianshi by chance, and with his skillful skills, he brought the dead back to life. However, once Cong and his uncle had said something, it was hard to take it back.

As soon as my uncle recovered from his illness, he sent Cong to Jinling to lobby the Zhen family to assist in the salt affairs. At that time, there was a cunning, despicable, obscene, fat man in the Yanyuan who stole the post of Censor Qianshi. His name was Xu Qing, and I was mistaken.

He said that you are both handsome and talented, so why not start with the hairpin, then great things can be done. Cong originally did not want to carry out such a despicable plan, but the salt affairs are the important affairs of the country, and the jade is the closest relatives of the flesh and blood. Now that I have received the grace of the Holy Spirit, and I am entrusted with an orphan, I can only put the important affairs of the country and the love of my closest relatives as the most important. Cong's feathers Honor and disgrace are taken lightly.

When he arrived in Jinling, he had been neglected for a long time. It happened to be the Zhen family poetry meeting and he was forcefully invited to write a poem.

When he returned to Yangzhou, he was very upset when he heard the previous poem, and blamed Cong for seeing something different and being distracted. Cong has a mouth that is difficult to distinguish. You also know that his nature is very thoughtful and sorrowful, and you are afraid that his sorrow and anger will harm your body, so you say that you have better words to give him, and you will turn your anger into happiness.

On the Chinese Valentine's Day, I went to Slender West Lake at night. With nothing to drag me back, I wrote "Dian Crimson Lips" as a gift. It didn't meet my intention, and I was very annoyed. I had no choice but to write "Magpie Bridge Immortal" to avoid this disaster.

You must know Cong's suffering. Cong's mistakes have also been made.

People's acquaintance, the most important thing is to know each other, and the most important thing for people to know each other is to know each other.

Cong's heart has long been left in the Lixiang Courtyard. If you doubt it, Cong will die even when he is alive. If you know it, Cong will die without regrets.

Although "Magpie Bridge Immortal" is wonderful, it is not as wonderful as Qing's. It is like watching the wind and thinking about it, and always relying on it.

When I return to Beijing, I will have a detailed talk with you and hope to cherish it a lot.

I will always love you in Cong handwriting
  On July 12, the sixth year of Xifeng, I can’t help but feel emotional.

Baochai read the letter carefully, and felt a big stone fall in her heart. She couldn't help but laugh. Her beauty was like a flower blooming, and the whole room was filled with spring. She knew in her heart that with Jia Cong's cunning temper, what he said must be untrue, but he couldn't help but laugh. But he didn't want to delve into it.

You are a good Cong'er, but you went to Yangzhou and deceived Bi'er again. You looked aggrieved and pretended to be miserable in front of me. Bah, shameless. When you come back, I will ask you again and see how you answer.
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  The days are like boats traveling on the Grand Canal, day and night.

Jia Cong and others sailed on the Grand Canal without any obstruction. Due to the affairs of the Grand River Gang, Governor Gu took great care of him and had already sent a letter to the Prime Minister's River Yamen, asking him to escort him along the way. Therefore, every time Jia Cong and others went to a boundary, there was a canal. Guard, patrol and other officials brought warships to protect them day and night.

Although they have never met, Jia Cong can't help but have a good impression of Gu Tao, the governor of Liangjiang. He secretly sighs that the people who can sit in such a high position are all people who are knowledgeable in world affairs and well-versed in human relations, in addition to their talents.

There was no conversation all the way, the boat sailed very fast, and it reached the boundary of Tongzhou that evening.

Jia Cong has a ghost in his heart. He is inevitably timid when he is close to his hometown. He wonders what happened to Baochai. He has become more and more worried these days. However, he has always been bold and bold. He will secretly pass the boat to the bridge. When the time comes, he will be shameless, stalker, or even face death. No matter how hard you force her, you will always get Sister Bao back.

Thinking like this, I suppressed my anxiety and continued to practice martial arts, eat, sleep, and flirt with Daiyu and a few pretty maids every day. My life was smooth.

"Zi'er, are you still writing?" Jia Cong walked into Daiyu's cabin and saw her still writing furiously under the lamp, and said with a smile.

Daiyu ignored him and finished writing a page in one breath before looking up and saying, "I've already written the first ten chapters, and you didn't ask me to help you read it."

Jia Cong chuckled, picked up a thick book from her desk, and flipped through it. Sure enough, she had written a lot, and her writing style had improved greatly. It was much better than the last time she saw it. She said with a smile: "I can't bear the hope." I admire you for your talent in writing novels. When you take it back, your sisters will be surprised."

Daiyu said proudly: "If you can't write down the story after hearing it, wouldn't you be too stupid?" "I can't write it down. You're such a bad boy and you dare to ridicule me. I'll spare you." Cong smiled and held Daiyu in his arms, tickling her.

"Ouch, stop, brother Cong, it was an unintentional mistake. Please forgive me for this." Daiyu hurriedly twisted her body to dodge.

After fighting for a while, Jia Cong let her go and said, "There is still one thing missing from this book."

Daiyu tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "What's wrong?"

"Of course it's a pseudonym. You can't write your real name, right?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

"Brother Cong, what do you think I should give me a nickname?" Daiyu said thoughtfully.

"Of course she is Concubine Xiaoxiang." Jia Cong blurted out in a hurry.

"Huh? Why of course it's Concubine Xiaoxiang?" Daiyu asked suspiciously.

Jia Cong couldn't explain it clearly. He laughed dryly and said, "I just think the name Concubine Xiaoxiang matches Qian'er very well."

"Concubine Xiaoxiang..." Daiyu thought for a while and said with a smile: "This name is not bad. Okay, I will call you Concubine Xiaoxiang. Brother Cong, what is your name?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Of course he is the prince of love songs. Isn't it a perfect match for a concubine and a prince?"

Daiyu sneered, Yingying rolled her eyes at him, opened the cover, and wrote on the title page "The Love Song of Concubine Xiaoxiang, co-written by Prince", her eyes were filled with soft waves and her heart was filled with sweetness.

Jia Cong picked up the Daiyu version of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. Curious, he turned to the chapter where Little Dragon Girl was attacked by Ouyang Feng and was raped by Zhen Zhibing. After reading a few paragraphs, he couldn't help laughing. .

"Dirty bitch, why are you laughing?" Daiyu saw that he was focusing on this section and couldn't help but blushed and said.

It turns out that this plot was changed to: before Ouyang Feng took Yang Guo away, he suddenly heard the breathing of Zhen Zhibing peeping in the dark, and saw that he was wearing Quanzhen Taoist robes. He was angry and involuntarily slapped him and seriously injured him. Fortunately, Yang Guo Stopping it wouldn't cost his life.

During this delay, Yang Guo discovered that Xiao Longnu's acupuncture points were tapped, and he hurriedly begged Ouyang Feng to have the acupoints tapped.

"The change is very good, very good, reasonable and reasonable. Ouyang Feng and the Quanzhen sect have a deep hatred. If you see a Quanzhen disciple, you will be lucky if you don't kill him." Jia Cong nodded.

Daiyu snorted slightly proudly, "How can I leave traces of chiseling when I change my article?"

Jia Cong thought for a while and then turned to the plot of Yang Guo setting Lu Wushuang's bones. These key points were always fresh in his memory.

Daiyu didn't know what he was thinking, and spat on the side: "Sex, are these the bad things in your mind? It's a good story, just pick these words and read them."

Jia Cong coughed twice and said, "I'm checking whether you have tampered with the essence of the story. Don't think nonsense. Brother, I am the most serious person, and you don't know it yet."

"Bah, you are ten times worse than Yang Guo, no, a hundred times."

Jia Cong ignored him and just read a book. He suddenly frowned and said, "That's not right. Yang Guo was setting Lu Wushuang's bones. He obviously saw it... Hehe... Why did you change it to blindfolding him when you came in?" He pointed. Refers to the faint breast peaks on Daiyu's chest.

Daiyu blushed, punched him, and said: "Yang Guo is a gentleman, how could he be like you and always look at me with evil eyes? Besides, how can my daughter's body be allowed to be looked at casually?"

Jia Cong sighed and said: "If it is changed to this, it will be greatly eclipsed."

"Bah, let me disappoint a lecher like you. I can write whatever I want in the book I wrote." Daiyu snatched the book and said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, your book, your book."

Jia Cong smiled bitterly and retreated, looking at the night outside the window. Shenjing was very close at hand.

(End of this chapter)