Dream of the Red Chamber: Start by gaining Zhao Yun's martial prowess, and be ennobled in a sin

The words are divided into two parts.

Because Sister Feng had been busy with the banquet for most of the day, even though it was autumn, the midday sun was still quite strong. After running around several times, her undergarments were half-soaked with sweat, sticking stickily to her body, which was very uncomfortable.

Taking advantage of the fact that Grandmother Jia and the others were engrossed in the opera, she quietly slipped out from under the eaves, taking Ping'er, Feng'er and several other maids and servants with her, and walked along the covered walkway towards her own courtyard, intending to change into dry clothes before returning.

Just as you turn the corner of the covered walkway, you see a little girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, leaning against the railing. She has her hair in a topknot and is nodding off.

Fengjie recognized her at a glance as a maid from Jia Lian's courtyard. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she had a bad feeling.

Hearing footsteps, the girl looked up abruptly and saw it was Sister Feng. Startled, she opened her mouth to scream.

Sister Feng, being a woman of great stature, immediately sensed something was wrong when she saw the girl's flustered expression and hesitant manner.

She rushed forward, grabbed the girl's ear, and whispered through gritted teeth:

"Dare to make a sound, or I'll smash your mouth in!"

The girl was so frightened that her face turned pale and she began to tremble violently.

Sister Feng dragged her to a secluded corner and interrogated her:

"Tell me the truth, what is Chain Two doing in there? If you lie to me about a single word, I'll have someone brand you with a red-hot iron!"

The little girl was so frightened that she confessed everything in a tearful voice.

It turned out that Jia Lian had already been half-drunk by the banquet in the front hall of Grandmother Jia's birthday banquet. He made an excuse that he couldn't hold his liquor and went back to his room to rest.

Unable to sleep due to the heat, she tossed and turned, so she called her maid to ask about Feng Jie's current whereabouts. She learned that Feng Jie was accompanying Grandmother Jia to watch a play and could not leave for the time being.

He then took three silver coins and three bolts of satin from the box and had the maid secretly deliver them to Jia She's concubine Yan Hong's room, and told her to come over.

Yan Hong packed her things and followed. She was in the room at the moment. Jia Lian ordered the maid to keep watch in the corridor and report any movement immediately.

As for what happened next, the little maid didn't know!

Upon hearing this, Fengjie immediately realized that Jia Lian's old illness had relapsed, and he was trying to frame her!

In an instant, I felt a surge of heat rush to my head, my whole body went weak, and even my lips trembled with anger.

She took two deep breaths, steadied herself, and gave Ping'er and Feng'er a wink. The group then tiptoed around to the window.

As they approached, they heard bursts of vulgar laughter coming from inside; it was Jia Lian and Yan Hong talking.

"You're just like your father, a lustful glutton, always in a frenzy..."

That was Yan Hong's voice, sweet and coquettish, with a hint of coquettish charm.

Immediately following was Jia Lian's weak, frivolous laughter:

"As the saying goes, lust is a knife hanging over one's head; one should be prepared to take the blow as soon as possible, right?"

"I wish your lecherous father and the King of Hell's wife would die sooner or later, then we could stay together forever," Yan Hong said.

Jia Lian chuckled and said:

"She's dead, and we can't live in the light of day. You're the master's concubine, and no matter how much of a scoundrel I am, I could never make the master's woman his official wife."

"It's the same if I marry another one later. These girls from wealthy families are all sour and have strict rules. They won't agree to this or that. It's so annoying."

"So you like to find something new and exciting in a daughter from a humble background like me?"

Yan Hong's voice carried a hint of playful reproach.

"Now that your devilish wife is dead, you can make Ping'er your official wife," Yan Hong added, her tone tinged with a hint of probing.

"I think Ping'er is gentle and mild-mannered, easy to control, and will surely do whatever you want in the future, unlike that shrew in your family who controls you so tightly."

Jia Lian sighed, his voice full of resentment:

"She never even lets me touch Ping'er! It was only recently, when I got a good job from my third brother, with a monthly allowance, that she reluctantly agreed to give Ping'er to me at the end of the year."

"Sigh, which of the previous people in the room wasn't sent away by her under some pretext? Why did I have to be cursed by such a shrew! I just hope that God will open his eyes and take her away as soon as possible so that I can have some good days."

"Why don't you take care of her first?" Crimson's voice suddenly lowered, taking on a sinister tone. "Find some good medicine, and without anyone noticing, you can send her on her way..."

Jia Lian laughed heartily, a laugh that contained both a hint of exhilaration and a touch of timidity, and said:

"What a femme fatale! Truly a product of the master's training. But now that the third brother is in charge, and that Yaksha Star is the best at flattering him, wouldn't messing with this be suicide? I'd better deal with you first..."

Before he could finish speaking, another burst of unpleasant laughter erupted from inside.

When Sister Feng heard the words "find some good medicine," her blood ran cold.

Upon hearing Jia Lian's words, "I'll deal with you first," he felt a surge of anger rush to his head, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he could no longer restrain himself. He turned around abruptly, strode to the closed door, and kicked it open with a "bang."

The two people inside were rolling around on the bed, making love, when the sudden sound of the door being kicked open terrified them.

Yan Hong screamed and hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover herself. Jia Lian rolled off the bed and frantically grabbed his clothes.

Looking at the disheveled adulterous couple on the bed, Sister Feng was consumed by rage. Pointing at Yan Hong, her voice trembled with anger:

"You shameless harlot! You stole another man's husband and then tried to kill his wife! You despicable slut!"

As she spoke, she lunged forward to grab Yan Hong's hair, but she was naturally weak, and with her anger rising, her hands were trembling. In the struggle, Yan Hong pushed her and she stumbled back two steps, almost falling.

Ping'er, who was standing at the door, rushed forward to help her, but Fengjie shook off Ping'er's hand and shouted sternly:

"Feng'er! Come in here and hold this slut down!"

Upon hearing the noise, Feng'er rushed in. She was a maid who was used to doing chores, so she was quick and strong. In no time, she pinned Yan Hong to the ground.

Sister Feng stepped forward, swung her arm, and delivered a resounding slap to Yan Hong's pink face, instantly swelling half of Yan Hong's cheek, causing her to wail like a pig being slaughtered.

"You slut! Let's see if you can still teach me a lesson! Ah!" Sister Feng gritted her teeth and slapped her again with her backhand.

At this moment, Ping'er also rushed over, wanting to persuade them, but suddenly remembered what she had overheard outside the window. She was perfectly fine, yet these two had used her as gossip, saying that they would wait for Feng Jie to die and then make her their wife. How could she possibly get away with this?

Feeling both wronged and angry, she couldn't help but step forward and slap Yan Hong twice on behalf of Feng Jie, saying hatefully:

"Why did you drag me into all this shameless stuff?!"