Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

The Lin family's mansion is not far from Ningrong Street, because it was the house where Jia Min was given a dowry when she got married. Naturally, the old lady didn't want her daughter to live too far away, so she chose a five-in mansion near Ningrong Street to dowry.

Although they are both five-entry courtyards, their scale is naturally much smaller than that of the Duke's Mansion, with only one road.

But now only Lin Ruhai and his daughter live there, which is considered very luxurious.

It was still a familiar routine. Jia Cong sneaked into the backyard first, opened the door, and then sneaked in secretly.

After dodging two groups of women who were patrolling the night, Jia Cong quickly approached the fourth one and entered the main room.

I saw that the lights were still on in the room, and a beautiful figure was sitting at the table writing under the window.

Jia Cong was familiar with Daiyu's routine and knew that she must be still awake.

Why don't you guess it's Lin Ruhai? Because according to the layout of the house, Lin Ruhai must live in the third entrance, and the daughter must live behind her father.

Suddenly I heard someone in the house say: "Girl, it's late at night, go to bed early. Although you have recovered well now, don't work too hard, you are getting married soon." It was Zicuckoo.

Hearing her mention the word wedding, Daiyu blushed and said angrily: "I want you to mind your own business. I know you can't wait any longer."

Zicuckoo smiled and said: "I am not doing it for the sake of the girl. She has taken good care of herself these past two days and will look radiant on the big day. Wouldn't it be nice to let my uncle, ah, now he is the Marquis, surprise him?"

Daiyu spat and said: "So you also know that he is a lustful bastard. I don't want to take care of him. Anyway, there are so many good people around him, and I am not the only one left behind."

Before Zicuckoo could say anything, she suddenly heard someone laughing outside the window: "Although there are many good people, who can compare to Sister Lin, who is as beautiful and lovely as Sister Lin?"

ah! Two people in the room exclaimed. The voice was very familiar. It was Jia Cong.

"You are so obscene that you eavesdropped on other people's walls in the middle of the night." Daiyu spat, surprised and embarrassed.

"Compared with criticizing people behind their backs and slandering them maliciously, it's nothing more than half a pound of weight." Jia Cong said with a smile.

"Bah, you're just a pervert, why don't you let others talk about it?" Daiyu said.

Zijuan covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Let the Marquis come in first." He hurriedly opened the door.

"No, let him come in." Daiyu blocked her with a red face.

"This cold weather has seriously frozen him." Zicuckoo replied decisively to Daiyu, and ran to open the door and let Jia Cong in.

Jia Cong came in with a smile on his face and said to Zicuckoo: "Good sister, I'll have a good time and thank you someday."

Zijuan pursed her lips and smiled, winked at him, and said, "I don't dare to take it seriously. Mr. Marquis, please go in. The girl is not asleep yet. I'll go get some tea."

Jia Cong smiled and entered the inner room. Inside the room was a palace red copper cloisonné enamel official hat and ear smoke cage, which was as warm as spring and filled with fragrance.

Daiyu was wearing a half-worn lotus green embroidered tribute brocade jacket with bird, mountain and stone patterns. She held a hairpin and five blessings brass hand burner in her hand. Her hair was loosely tied and draped behind her back, still carrying moisture, as if she had recovered from a bath. Not completely dry.

"You're a brave little thief. He just came back and broke into a house at night, and he's not afraid of people's jokes." Daiyu stood up and looked at him, her eyes like blue water and cold pools showing half-part shame and three-part blame.

Jia Cong walked to the table and saw several poem manuscripts with slight alterations and the ink was not dry. It was obvious that Daiyu was thinking about composing poems just now.

"What good poem did you write?" Jia Cong asked curiously.

"Go, why are you rummaging through other people's things?" Daiyu hurriedly snatched it away, blushing, and put the poem paper on the candlestick, intending to burn it.

"Hey, what are you doing to burn?" Jia Cong hurriedly held her wrist and held her in his arms.

"You bastard, let go quickly. Watch Zijuan carefully." Daiyu struggled slightly.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Hui Zicjuan is smarter than anyone else and won't disturb us."

"You guys are all in the same boat, so just let her be your girl." Daiyu said angrily.

"This is how you get help, and you will never wrongly accuse a good person. Show me the poem. My brother is the most talented person in the world. I can give you some advice at will, and I guarantee that you will benefit from it." Jia Cong said with a smile.

"Fuck you, I'm so good at being a teacher. Who wants you to teach me? Don't let me go yet." Daiyu looked embarrassed and annoyed.

"Forget it, I'll read it myself. Isn't it natural for a husband to look at his wife's things?" Jia Cong smiled slightly and had already snatched the poem manuscript away with his hands and put it under the lamp to look at it carefully.

Daiyu had no choice but to spit, hit him twice on the chest with a pink fist, and let him go.

"Autumn flowers are pale, autumn grass is yellow, autumn lights are bright and autumn nights are long..."

Jia Cong took a brief look, frowned slightly, and said, "Why did you make such a sad and desolate sentence?"

Daiyu was afraid that he would be annoyed, so she hurriedly smiled and said: "This is the time when you went out to Beijing to calm down the chaos. I suddenly felt something while reading "Yuefu Poems". I had nothing to do and had fun. There is nothing sad about it. Don't take it to heart. "

Jia Cong nodded, knowing that Daiyu's temperament has always been somewhat pessimistic, so he said: "I told you last time when you wrote "The Burial of Flowers" that good poetry should be sad but not sad.

Who would have thought that this song of yours would go even further. It just goes down the path of sadness and sorrow, which is really not a good work. "

Daiyu's lips pursed slightly, and she said aggrievedly: "I was worried about you going to war, so I wrote this poem. If you don't like it, just burn it."

Jia Cong glared at her and said, "Stop chatting and talk about poetry. The ancients said that since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring."

Look, this is everyone’s handiwork. If you have read poetry and books to your heart's content, shouldn't you be able to tell the difference between superior and inferior? "

Daiyu became angry and stamped her feet: "I don't want you to teach me a lesson, just answer back."

"Humph, you dare to get angry with me." Jia Cong didn't tolerate her, so he threw down the poem and pressed her on the bed, squeaking everywhere.

"Say, why don't you write these messy things?"

"Ah...haha, stop, let me go. I won't write anymore, I won't write any more. My dear brother, please spare me." Daiyu was the most ticklish and begged for mercy with a smile.

"That's pretty much it." Jia Cong smiled proudly. Seeing her shy and angry look, he couldn't help but feel lustful again, so he touched Daiyu's chest.

"Go, let's talk properly and be polite." Daiyu quickly turned away to avoid her. Now that the wedding was approaching, she became more and more shy.

"Okay, okay, just talk." Jia Cong knew that she had no face, so he had to give up.

"Wait a minute, what are you carrying in your arms?" Daiyu's sharp eyes saw half of the rope hanging out of his clothes.

Oops, shouldn't mess around with her. Jia Cong secretly thought that something was wrong, so he hurriedly put it back and said with a dry smile: "Nothing, just a purse string." Daiyu knew him well and knew that he must be evil. She spread her hands and said, "I have never seen such a purse string. It's just right." Eye-opening.”

Jia Cong held her little hand and said with a smile: "It's just an ordinary purse. Qingwen made it. It's nothing unusual. Let her make one for you another day."

Daiyu spat: "Humph, I know you have something up your sleeve, so it's okay if you don't give me anything. I can tell you, your life will not be so easy in the future."

Jia Cong asked why.

Daiyu sneered: "No comment."

"What a pretty boy, you've learned badly." Jia Cong smiled bitterly.

"Rewards, awards, I'm far worse than you. I don't have any purses, bags, or strings to hide." Daiyu hummed softly.

Jia Cong knew that he couldn't get through this, so he had to surrender: "What's it worth? You can see it if you want. Brother, I am aboveboard." After saying that, he took out the tube top from his arms and handed it to Daiyu.

Daiyu unfolded it and took a look. She immediately blushed and cursed: "Dirty stuff, I know you are up to no good. Whose does this belong to?"

"Guess." Jia Cong smiled.

Daiyu glared at him, sniffed lightly, and said in shock: "Bao Yatou, you bastard, why are you carrying Bao Yatou's things with you? It's really bad."

Jia Cong didn't dare to say that he went to see Baochai first and then to see her. He just smiled and said, "I'll take you tomorrow."

"I'll beat you for being so shameless..." Daiyu was so angry that she raised her fist to hit you.

Jia Cong hurriedly hugged her and said, "Okay, you've seen the things, should you tell me?"

"What's going on, I don't know." Daiyu said angrily, a lecherous and scoundrel bastard.

"You're such a handsome boy, but you don't have faith. Don't blame me for being rude."

"Oh, you... bastard, let go... um..." Daiyu punched her fists randomly, looking weak and weak, as if she was acting coquettishly.

How could Jia Cong miss such a good opportunity? He hugged Daiyu for a while before letting her go.

"Zhen'er's mouth smells so good, like flower petals." Jia Cong said with a smile.

"Scoundrel! You know how to get an advantage, why don't you get out of here." Daiyu's cheeks were dizzy, she turned her head away, her chest suddenly tightened, and she couldn't help but moan softly.

Jia Cong said: "What did you mean by that sentence just now? You haven't said it yet."

"You... let go first." Daiyu pressed her chest and said tremblingly.

"No, my hands are so cold. It's just warm."

"That's not a hand stove." Daiyu said delicately.

"How can that hand stove compare to this fragrant and soft hand stove?" Jia Cong said shamelessly, "How about if you tell me earlier, I will let go earlier?"

Daiyu only felt a big hand wreaking havoc on her chest through a layer of clothes. Waves of numbness came over her. She could no longer hold her hand and fell limply into Jia Cong's arms. She gasped slightly and spat: "I'll treat the dirty seeds." If you don’t, there will always be someone to treat you.”

"Who can cure me?" Jia Cong smiled proudly.

"As one wishes."

"..."

Seeing his speechless look, Daiyu couldn't help laughing and said: "Do you still dare to be so fierce and domineering in the future?"

Jia Cong gently twisted a cherry and thought for a moment: "What can that girl Ruyi do to me?"

"Humph, the three of us have agreed that if you do something stupid in the future, we will take all the girls away and let you be a bachelor." Daiyu chuckled.

Jia Cong was stunned. This move was quite lethal, even when he was fighting outside. If he came home to an empty house every day, without a wife, he would not be able to bear it.

Thinking of the tricks taught by Sister Feng, he immediately calmed down and said with a smile: "It's just a small skill, just like everyone else. I have my own way to solve it."

"Huh? What can I do?" Daiyu asked hurriedly, ignoring the mischievous hand on her chest.

"Hehe, the law is not spread to the six ears, please forgive me for being a bit unreasonable."

"Bah, forget it, take your claws away." Daiyu said seductively.

"I said, I said it's not okay, but you have to promise me not to spread the word, otherwise you will not be lenient for your husband." Jia Cong said.

"Well, I agree, and I'll recruit you as soon as possible." Daiyu nodded.

"What a pretty girl, please give me a bite first."

"No...you, oh, bastard! To put it mildly...is annoying."

Daiyu fell softly on the brocade quilt and gently hugged Jia Cong's neck. The shame in her eyes was so thick that it almost dripped out. Although it was not the first time for her to be so intimate, she had always been thin-skinned. How could she stand up to this? tease.

After a long time, Jia Cong thought of something serious and raised his head.

Daiyu hurriedly covered her clothes and said angrily: "You can say it now."

Jia Cong chuckled, lay down side by side with her, and whispered in her ear: "Sister Feng taught me... this way, our lives will be better in the future."

Daiyu suppressed her shame and said angrily: "You are not good people. You are so shameless when you work together to plan and use these dirty methods."

Jia Cong hugged her slender waist and said with a smile, "Will you allow me to use this method?"

"You..." Daiyu's face turned red. She decided to let this bastard do whatever she wanted for the future. She said angrily, "What does it have to do with me? Anyway, I don't bother to care about what you want to do. I just pretend I don't know."

"What a pretty girl, why don't we try it out first and see if it doesn't work." Jia Cong said teasingly.

"Bah, don't even think about it. I'll be annoyed if you keep messing around." Daiyu stood up quickly and glared at him.

Jia Cong knew that he had reached his limit and did not dare to push further, so he had to stop when he was ready. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the door: "Is Yu'er still asleep?" It was Lin Ruhai. (End of chapter)