Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 213 Good News Returned 1
  In the sixth year of Xifeng, the eleventh day of the winter month.

When the good news from Liaodong came back, the whole country rejoiced. Every household in the sacred city was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, praising the emperor for his wisdom and unparalleled martial arts.

Rongguo Mansion, Rongqing Hall

All the female relatives gathered together, chatting and joking with Jia Mu, and the topic always couldn't get around the word "Liaodong".

After all, it is a noble family. With the great victory in Liaodong, Jia's mother recalled the story of the former Duke Rong who guarded Liaodong and suppressed one party.

The eldest wife, Mrs. Xue, Aunt Xue, Wang Xifeng, etc. were on the side and praised her appropriately, which made Jia Mu laugh from time to time and the conversation became more interesting.

The girls were chatting and laughing with each other, with some sad faces on their faces, especially Xue and Lin. Ever since they learned that the Tatars were invading the border, they had prayed day and night to bless Jia Cong. Gods and Buddhas have prayed for it all over the place.

Finally, the Tatars were defeated and fled, but Jia Cong had no news yet and was really worried.

Suddenly I saw a young man wearing two-color gold and white butterfly embroidered red arrow sleeves, a multi-colored silk embroidery knotted with long tassels, an azure flowered eight-tuple satin row of tassels, and green satin and powder-soled court boots. Come in.

Jia Mu said repeatedly: "Baoyu, come here quickly, it's very lively outside today."

Jia Baoyu threw himself into Mother Jia's arms, looked at the sisters, and especially glanced at Daiyu, with a "sad" expression on his face: "Today, there are fireworks and red lanterns hanging in the streets and alleys. , celebrating the great victory in Liaodong, was even more lively than the Chinese New Year.

I was drinking with Feng Ziying, Chen Yejun, and Wei Ruolan. When I heard a piece of news, I hurried back to report it to our ancestors. "

"What's the news?" Jia Mu asked hurriedly. Everyone saw that his expression was wrong and they all listened with bated breath.

"Feng Ziying said... General Soldier Yang of Liaodong submitted a memorial saying that Brother Cong and His Royal Highness the Tenth Prince went deep into the enemy's territory, pursued and killed the remaining enemies, and were ambushed. Both of them were hit by several arrows..."

Jia Baoyu sighed, wiped his eyes, and peeked at Lin and Xue.

ah! Everyone was eclipsed.

Bang! The tea bowl in Baochai's hand fell to the ground, and Daiyu turned pale, rolled her eyes, and fainted in the chair. Everyone rushed to rescue her.

"You...you said..." Baochai said tremblingly. She could not accept the news no matter what. How could that proud, brave, smart, lustful, and scoundrel boy die so easily.

Jia Baoyu sighed: "This is absolutely true. The Tatar cavalry can shoot very well. Not to mention brother Cong, even the tenth prince was hit by seven or eight arrows. The palace guards tried their best to protect him, but it was in vain. Alas..."

The hall was filled with misery, some were really sad, some were pretending to cry, and were speechless for a while.

After a long time, Jia's mother sighed: "As the saying goes, if the earthen jar is not broken near the well, the general will inevitably die in battle. This is the fate of the noble sons, so there is no need to be too sad. Brother Cong chose this path that day. He is worthy of the imperial court and worthy of his ancestors. He is a good man of my Jia family!"

Wang Xifeng endured the pain and cried: "What our ancestors said is that Brother Cong is brave enough to kill the enemy, and our ancestors will also smile if they know."

Jia Mu nodded and said, "Don't cry. That's what the Wuxun family is like. How many times have they fought in ancient times? If our ancestors didn't go to the battlefield, how could our family be as rich as it is today?"
  Look at how many ancestors who died in the war are enshrined in the ancestral hall, let alone those who are far away, let alone the Duke of Xianrong. If he had not been injured in Liaodong, why would he have left so early. When Brother Cong is brought back, he will also enter the ancestral hall to enjoy the incense of future generations. "

After hearing that Jia Mu had made arrangements for Jia Cong's funeral, Daiyu faintly woke up. Her tears had already rolled down like broken pearls. She stared blankly at the north, as if her soul had left her body, letting her screams shake her. , as if unconsciously.

Baochai also sat blankly in the chair, with no color on her face. There was only one thought in her heart: Cong'er is gone, Cong'er is gone.

Suddenly hearing the thumping of footsteps outside, Jia Huan ran in with a smile. Seeing that the atmosphere in the hall was not right, he lightly tried to shrink back.

Wang Xifeng had already seen him and shouted: "Huan'er, what are you doing? If you don't say hello to the old lady when you see her, why are you running away?"

In addition to being afraid of Tanchun, Jia Huan was also afraid of Wang Xifeng. Hearing this, he turned around and called Qian, saying, "Greetings to the old lady, eldest lady, madam, and Aunt Xue." "Why are you so nervous?" Jia Mu wiped the corners of her eyes. After all, it is somewhat sad to have a biological grandson die.

"Oh, it's nothing. A messenger came from Liaodong just now and delivered a letter." Jia Huan said.

Jia Mu sighed: "General Yang must have sent someone to tell Brother Cong that he was killed in battle. Please read it."

"What?!" Jia Huan lost his voice and shouted, regardless of the elder's face: "Who said something happened to the third brother? It's ridiculous. The third brother has the courage to fight a tiger, what can a mere Tatar do to him? Didn't you listen to the street They all say that Liaodong is a great victory."

Jia Baoyu said: "The great victory in Liaodong is true, but Brother Cong... Alas, General Yang has reported to the court in writing that Brother Cong and His Highness the Tenth Prince were hit by several arrows. This is absolutely true. How dare Feng Ziying and others take it?" The prince’s joke.”

Jia Huan's face turned red instantly, tears burst into his eyes, he pointed at Jia Baoyu and said angrily: "You fart! You bastard! Third brother will be fine!"

Mrs. Wang was displeased when she saw Jia Huan pointing at Baoyu's nose and insulting her. She said lightly: "Brother Huan, the matter has come to an end. It's useless to talk more. Please bring the letter up and you can go down."

Jia Huan glared at Baoyu, took out a box from his arms, opened the buckle, and took out a letter from it, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Jia Huan laughed and said, "Baoyu, since you said that the third brother was killed in battle, who wrote this letter to me?" He took out the letter and waved it.

Everyone saw a few big words written on the envelope, addressed to my brother.

Baochai and Daiyu seemed to have come back to their senses, with flushed faces, staring at the letter in Jia Huan's hand. It was really Jia Cong's handwriting.

"Could it be the final poem written by Brother Cong before the war?" Baoyu guessed, and everyone's hearts sank again. It was indeed possible.

"Brother Huan, look at what's written." Daiyu said in a trembling voice.

"Oh," Jia Huan saw that there were two letters in the box, probably addressed to Xue and Lin. He quickly closed the box and put it back in his arms. He just tore open the envelope, glanced at the letter quickly, raised his eyebrows, and laughed.

"You bastard, what's your name! You still don't want to come." Wang Xifeng was anxious and spat.

Jia Huan was not afraid of anyone at this moment. He pointed at Jia Baoyu and said sarcastically: "I said you fart, but you still don't believe me! Listen."

"Brother Huan: After fighting hard for my brother, relying on the emperor's great fortune, I finally defeated the Tatars and did not lose the reputation of my ancestors. Fortunately. In a dangerous battle, His Royal Highness and I went deep alone. We mistakenly fell into the enemy's plan and fell into a tight siege. We were wounded. Count arrows..."

Jia Huan paused deliberately and gave it a try. Seeing everyone's fearful look, Jia Huan smiled and before being scolded by everyone, he continued: "Thanks to the treasured armor given by the Queen, both Your Highness and I were safe.

Immediately, he set fire to the prairie, fought to the death, and defeated the bandit chieftain. He beheaded the general and cut down his flag and returned. There is nothing happier in life than this! You must not be lazy at home, and you must not waste a day studying and practicing martial arts. Otherwise, when I come back, I will not be lenient! Brother Congzi. "

"Hahahaha!" Jia Huan laughed loudly, pointed at Jia Baoyu and said: "Feng Ziying and the others don't know anything. The third brother has a treasure armor given by the queen. He is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, how can anything happen?"

Everyone laughed, and no one scolded Jia Huan for being disrespectful this time.

Xue and Lin looked rejuvenated and smiled at each other, as if they had ascended from hell to fairyland in an instant, and their inner beliefs became a little firmer.

Jia Mu rolled her eyes at Jia Huan and said, "Come down. Since it's a false alarm, it's naturally a good thing."

Jia Huan retreated as ordered. Before leaving, he quietly winked at Xue and Lin. The two knew that there must be a letter from Jia Cong, but they couldn't leave immediately, so they were as anxious as a cat scratching their heads.

(End of this chapter)