Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 284 Sadness and Joy 2 (Additional update Happy New Year’s Day)

Tanchun said for him: "Sister Bao's words rhyme and every sentence is classic. She is much better than my second brother."

"That's natural. I'm willing to be the loser." Baoyu said with a smile.

Baochai asked Fangguan to sing another song, drank from the door cup, picked up a piece of steamed seabass, put it in Jia Cong's bowl, and said with a smile: "The fish sinks and goes to the end of the world."

"Okay!" Everyone cheered.

"Sister Bao, please teach me a poem like this." Jia Cong whispered for help.

"No cheating. It's my turn."

Daiyu snorted and glared at Jia Cong, wanting to compete with Baochai and thinking for a while. Said: "My daughter is sad, I have no chance to open my mouth, and I drink from the cup of ten thousand years. My daughter is sad, the mountains will leave my hatred and my heart will be broken, and the sound of the water will flow into the dream stream."

My daughter is happy, the snow is delicate and light, the fragrance is greasy, and the orioles are rising in the drizzle. My daughter is happy, how can a hundred years be enough to enjoy the joy and sing for a long time? "

"Okay! Well said!" Everyone marveled.

"Lingguan'er, please sing a song for me." Daiyu said.

A little girl with an oval face, big eyes, delicate and timid appearance came out from the side and sang a cappella song.

Jia Cong didn't understand what she was singing, but he looked at her carefully and said with a smile: "There are some similarities between the eyebrows of Lingguan and Mei'er."

Xiangyun laughed out loud and said, "Isn't it my fault now?"

Daiyu bit her lip, looked away sadly, and was about to cry.

Oops, Jia Cong didn't know that he said something wrong, so he quickly laughed and said: "You may have misunderstood me, I mean you two are rare beauties, is this wrong?

You must be saying that I am comparing myself to an actor. Have you forgotten what I said when I begged Qian Xue that day? The sage said, there is no distinction between teaching and learning. In the eyes of the saint, my wife and Qianxue are just average, and so are you and Lingguan'er, do you understand? "

After listening to his hurried explanation, Daiyu calmed down, rolled her eyes at him, picked up a piece of roasted goose leg, put it into his bowl, and said angrily: "Quickly plug your mouth. The goose is yellow." Wine, love for wine is new." After finishing the order, he drank the door glass.

At this time, Jia Cong's guitar was also brought in, and everyone hurriedly called him.

As Baochai secretly sang the song, Jia Cong had already thought about it and was not afraid. He took the guitar, plucked a few chords, tuned it, and said to the official Chao Ling, "Listen, I will sing you one. You can sing it." I can’t even understand the music.”

The senior official covered his mouth and smiled, stood aside and said, "Please give me some advice, Third Master."

"You must give me advice." Jia Cong smiled proudly, thought for a while, and said: "My daughter is sad because her husband has gone far away and will never come back. My daughter is sad because the family has been deprived of rice and oil. My daughter is happy because her husband has won the honorary title. . Daughter is happy, men are not lewd outside. How about it? "

"It was just a matter of time before, but the last sentence is really vulgar." The crowd said angrily.

Jia Cong said proudly: "Baoyu, you are the commander, do you think what I said is reasonable?"

Baoyu smiled and said: "It makes sense. Although it is a bit vulgar, it is reasonable."

"Sister Bao, Yan'er, I didn't expect that I would also talk about your drinking orders." Jia Cong said with a smile.

"What's our drinking order? This is everyone's drinking order." Bao and Dai laughed.

Jia Cong smiled and said nothing, "Lingguan'er, I will teach you how to sing. Listen..."

"The title of the song hasn't been announced yet." Everyone said hurriedly.

""The Girl by the Bridge""

Jia Cong cleared his throat and sang a verse.

"Okay, it sounds great! Did you write the song yourself?" Xiangyun heard Jia Cong sing for the first time, and his hands turned red. Everyone was amazed.

Lingguan was so happy that she almost fainted, and tears burst into her eyes with excitement. Her uncle specially taught her how to sing as an actor. How much he valued it. He looked at Jia Cong with eyes as gentle as water.

"How is it? Does it sound good?" Jia Cong asked.

"Well, the song my uncle sang is much better than mine." Ling Guan said with a blushing face.

Jia Cong laughed, handed the guitar to the girl, and said: "Your singing skills are very good, but this is a new song for me. Whenever I have free time, I will teach you and train your troupe to make a song." Band. Hehehe..."

"I'm waiting for my uncle to show off."

Jia Cong picked up a piece of pheasant hanging from the stove and said, "The rooster has not crowed even after the lights have gone off." After that, he drank a glass and finished his order.

Baochai covered her mouth and whispered: "Cong'er, congratulations on you cheating on another girl." After saying that, don't turn your head and ignore him.

ah? Jia Cong was stunned and looked at Daiyu, seeing her looking at him with a sneer. This... this is an artistic exchange. How elegant. Why are you so dirty in your thoughts?

At this time, Sister Feng and others laughed and said, "It's time for Sister Wanyan to do the drinking order."

Wanyan'a was a little embarrassed. She looked at Jia Cong and said, "I don't know how to do this."

Everyone laughed and said, "It doesn't matter, just say whatever you want. If you say something wrong, just have a drink."

Wanyan'a blushed and shook her head.

Jia Cong said hurriedly: "How can those Jurchens know this? I have a way to ask We'er to practice some archery skills with you, so that you can see what Hua Mulan is capable of. How about that?"

Everyone cheered in unison.

This was easy. Wanyan'a breathed a sigh of relief and ordered several Jurchen girls to light a few candles and stick them on the fence in the courtyard. Then he raised his bow and shot. There was a whooshing sound, and he shot seven or eight arrows in succession, knocking out the flames of seven or eight candles, but the candles did not fall down.

It was the first time for all the girls to see such archery skills, and they were still women. They were all stunned and Xiangyun was even clamoring to learn archery from her.

Jia Cong took advantage of the chaos and grabbed Bao and Dai and said, "I have no other intentions towards Ling Guan. You must believe me." "Bah, I don't have any other intentions for you to sing any song or anything. I don't care about you. I'll take care of you." In my heart, 'Humph! Have you stopped singing?' Daiyu didn't believe it.

Baochai added the knife and said: "And 'Girl, you make my heart flutter, the little deer is bumping around', what do you mean? You are not ashamed."

"The lyrics are like this..." Jia Cong explained weakly.

"Bah, you didn't write it." The two women said in disdain.

"I..." Jia Cong was speechless, about to cry without tears.

Daiyu sneered and said: "You lied to a little girl who doesn't know the world again. Who do you want to show this to? Just let it go."

Jia Cong murmured: "It's not that serious. It's just a song. Our rhythms are intertwined, and the mountains and rivers are pure and innocent. I don't think like you do."

Baochai smiled and said: "Some people plant willows unintentionally, just because they are afraid that the willows will become shades. By the way, it may not be unintentional."

"It's just intentional. If you dare to do it, don't take it seriously. It's because we are villains." Daiyu snorted softly.

"Okay, okay, young ladies, murder is too much. I plead guilty and submit to the law." Jia Cong was immediately overwhelmed by the two singing and singing, and he raised his hands to surrender.

Baochai and Daiyu looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing for a while, Jia Cong asked Sister Feng to give the order again, laughing secretly in his heart, let's see what you, a watermelon-sized person who can't read a bunch of words, can say.

Sister Feng couldn't resist and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm just making a random statement. Don't laugh if it's not good. Who said I haven't read a book?"

"Just say it, no one will laugh at you."

"Well, my daughter is sad. She wants to marry a man to eat and sleep."

Everyone laughed.

"What are you laughing at? Isn't it sad that my daughter's family is married to a man who doesn't do anything serious all day long and sleeps after eating?" Sister Feng said angrily.

"Okay, well said, reasonable, let's talk." Everyone laughed.

"My daughter is worried. After a few years of marriage, she still has no children."

Everyone knew that she was talking about themselves, so they listened quietly.

Sister Feng glanced at Jia Cong and continued: "My daughter is happy, but fortunately my brother is capable. My daughter is happy, brother Cong can also sing."

"Okay! Well said." Everyone smiled and clapped their hands.

Sister Feng glanced at everyone with pride, raised her eyebrows at Jia Cong, and said, "Brother Cong, sing a song for my sister-in-law."

Jia Cong had to ask for help from others, so he had to endure "oppression". He took the guitar with a wry smile and said, "You can summon people."

Sister Feng smiled and said, "Are you going to sing or not?"

"I sing, I sing..."

Everyone laughed when they saw Jia Cong looking like a wronged little daughter-in-law. How could the fierce and domineering brother Cong be so submissive?

Jia Cong glanced at Bao and Dai, not daring to make the same mistake again, and asked tentatively: "But I can only sing love songs..."

"It doesn't matter what you sing." Sister Feng said with a smile.

Bao and Dai rolled their eyes at him and said nothing.

Just in case, Jia Cong got up and wrote down the lyrics, handed them to the two girls, and said with a smile: "Sister Bao, Yan'er, what do you think of my lyrics?"

The two women read it over, with a hint of brilliance in their eyes. Although the words are light and white, they are also novel. It is indeed Jia Cong's consistent style. The key is that the meaning of the words is good, fresh and refined, unique, and a bit white and elegant. .

Tanchun, Xiangyun and others hurriedly gathered around to watch, and they all cheered and sang this song.

"You can sing if you want. What are you watching us do?" Daiyu said angrily.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Listen to this song "Pick off the Gypsophila"

As he spoke, he put his foot on the chair, lightly plucked the strings, and sang a verse.

After the song ended, everyone praised in unison, how could Brother Cong write such a good song?

Baochai and Daiyu looked at him lovingly and proudly. Who could not love such a young man with both civil and military talents?

Sister Feng smiled and said, "Brother Cong has this skill, so he can support his family even by singing in a restaurant."

Everyone laughed when they heard her teasing Jia Cong.

Jia Cong glared at her angrily and said, "Just tell me your order."

Sister Feng smiled and picked up a piece of beef with soy sauce and said: "The old sow and the cow are fighting -"

"How to say?"

"Risk your life to throw it."

Everyone laughed.

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