The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 25 [025] Yong Qingwen loves the pomegranate skirt

Liu Xianglian bid farewell to Jia Qiang and Jiao Da, and returned to the inn where he was staying alone.

Jiao Da also climbed over the wall and returned to Ningguo Mansion.

Jia Qiang went back to her Yuanyang Hot Pot Restaurant to sleep, and after dawn, she went back to Luxue Temple in Rongguo Mansion to take a bath and change clothes.

On the way back to the restaurant, Jia Qiang secretly planned in her heart that when Nurhachi came to Beijing to pay tribute next time, she would find a way to kill him.

This year is the 29th year of Wanli. According to historical records, in the twelfth lunar month of this year, Nurhachi will come to Shenjing City to offer tribute to Emperor Wanli.

At that time, it will be a good opportunity to assassinate him.

If you want to change the dynasty and reorganize the country, Nurhachi will be a formidable enemy.

Therefore, Jia Qiang wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

As long as he is killed, the Jurchen tribe in Jianzhou will be in chaos, and may even fall apart from now on.

At that time, the Jurchen Eight Banners army will no longer be able to send troops into the pass and press the Central Plains.

In this way, it will be less difficult for Jia Qiang to compete in the Central Plains and win the world.

When Jia Qiang walked outside the courtyard gate of Luxue Temple, she saw Qingwen was holding a wooden bucket in one hand, and scooping up the leftovers in the bucket with a big iron spoon in the other, pouring them into the trough in the pigsty.

Those ten big white pigs were humming and humming, crowded in front of the trough, chewing loudly.

Qingwen wrinkled her nose, frowned her eyebrows, pouted her lips, her pretty face was full of disgust.

She raised her arm, trying to wipe the sweat from her forehead, but was accidentally staggered by the heavy wooden barrel.

"Ouch!"

Qingwen's body was tilted, her center of gravity was unstable, and she fell into the pigsty.

Fortunately, she propped up the stone wall at the edge of the pigsty in time, so she didn't lie down on the ground full of excrement and urine.

But the soles of her shoes and skirt were inevitably stained with some pig manure.

Seeing this scene, Jia Qiang hurried over.

When her gaze met Jia Qiang's, Qingwen was ashamed and embarrassed, with an embarrassing expression on her face, a little overwhelmed and ashamed.

Jia Qiang asked with concern: "Are you not hurt?"

"No, no, Second Master Qiang, don't come here, it's too dirty here." Qingwen's heart warmed, and she waved her hands repeatedly, not wanting Jia Qiang to come near.

"It's okay, the door of the pigsty is locked, I'll take you out."

Jia Qiang went straight to her, across the stone wall, stretched out her hands, supported her underarms, and lifted her out of the pigsty with one lift of her arms.

Feeling the pair of powerful big hands under her armpits, Qingwen Xiafei's cheeks were flying, her pretty face was blushing, her eyebrows were lowered and her eyes were lowered, not daring to look into Jia Qiang's eyes.

The soft, waxy and fragrant touch also made Jia Qiang's heart flutter, and she withdrew her hands reluctantly.

Jia Qiang coughed lightly and said, "Your skirt and shoes are dirty, go back to your room and change."

Qingwen said hesitantly:

"But the soles of my shoes and the hem of my skirt are full of pig manure, which will stain the floor of the house."

Jia Qiang thought for a while, her eyes lit up, and she said with a smile:

"I have a solution, just wait here."

After speaking, he went back to the room first, found a pair of women's shoes and a skirt, and handed them to Qingwen.

Then, he went to the nearby bamboo forest and cut four big moso bamboos, and went back to the house to take out four ropes.

Under Qingwen's suspicious gaze, Jia Qiang inserted the four big moso bamboos into the mud to form a square.

They are tied to these big moso bamboos with ropes, just like four clotheslines are tied.

Immediately afterwards, Jia Qiang went back to the bedroom to find four bed curtains, and hung them on the four clotheslines, forming a boxy, enclosed space.

Jia Qiang looked at Qingwen, lifted a corner of the bed curtain at the same time, pointed in, smiled with clear eyes and said:

"You can change here, I'll help you outside."

Qingwen pursed her lips, blushed and hesitated for a moment, and said embarrassingly:
"Okay then, thank you Qiang Erye."

Qingwen got into the confined space, but was too embarrassed to change her skirt.

Through the curtain of the bed, she could vaguely see the outline of Jia Qiang's back.

After confirming that Jia Qiang's back was facing her, Qingwen hurriedly changed her skirt and shoes amidst the frantic heartbeat of a deer.

Hearing the rustling sound of the silk skirt rubbing against the skin behind her, Jia Qiang couldn't help feeling a little distracted, her heart beating faster, but she kept her eyes on the front, not wanting to take advantage of others.

In the field of vision, the autumn air is crisp, and the blue sky is like a daisy.

The breeze blew over a piece of luxuriant grassland a few steps away, revealing a crack in the spring hole filled with water vapor.

On a pine tree next to the grass, there was a fat sparrow standing among the branches and leaves, poking its head, as if it was about to get into the crack of the spring to drink water to quench its thirst.

Jia Qiang swallowed her saliva to moisten her hot and hot heart.

"Second Master Qiang, I've changed it." Qingwen whispered shyly from behind.

The soft murmur lingering in her ears made Jia Qiang feel a numb tremor and throbbing in her heart.

"That's good," Jia Qiang looked back at her and said with a smile:
"It's really hard work for you to take care of these ten big white pigs these days. I will hire a swineherd who specializes in raising pigs to replace you tomorrow.

In the future, you only need to help me sew, do the laundry and cook. "

Qingwen's heart warmed, she smiled and said:
"Thank you, Second Master Qiang, for being considerate of your servants. You have treated me so well, and I don't even know how to repay you."

Jia Qiang smiled gently and said, "You're welcome, you are mine, so naturally I should treat you well."

Sensing that Jia Qiang seemed to have something to say, Qingwen felt a little bit of joy while feeling shy.

"Well, my skirt and shoes are dirty, I'm going to do the laundry first."

Qingwen's cheeks were hot, and she ran away like a flustered bunny.

Jia Qiang looked at her water snake waist swaying left and right, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

He estimated that after raising the pigs for more than a month, Qingwen's spirits should not be as high as before.

In the original book, Ping'er said that Qingwen's character is like a piece of charcoal, and it will burn at one point.

If she is Miss Qianjin, then this kind of character is no big deal.

But she is just a maid, such a fiery personality will only bring her troubles.

Now, after more than a month of tempering, Qingwen's character should be able to restrain herself.

On the other side, Qiu Chen had been suffering outside the palace gate until dawn, guessing that Emperor Wanli had woken up, and then entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation of Daming Palace under the guidance of the gatekeeper eunuch.

"Qizou Your Majesty, my humble minister Qiu Chen has something important to report." Qiu Chen bowed with his fists in his hands.

"Speak." Zhu Yijun, who was leaning on the dragon chair, raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and said a word lightly.

Qiu Chen carefully said:
"Weichen followed and protected Jia Qiang last night, but found that Jia Qiang led someone to kill Murhazi. Weichen didn't dare to act rashly, so I came here to report."

Zhu Yijun's eyes widened suddenly, he straightened up, and asked anxiously, "Is Jia Qiang not injured?"

Qiu Chen was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the emperor's first question was about Jia Qiang's safety, instead of pursuing Jia Qiang's responsibility for the murder.

This shows how important Jia Qiang is to the emperor!
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, Jia Qiang is not hurt." Qiu Chen quickly responded.

Zhu Yijun continued to ask: "You led someone to help him kill Murhazi?"

Qiu Chen told the truth: "No, it was Jia Qiang and his two companions who killed it together."

"Huh?" Zhu Yijun raised his eyebrows in astonishment, with a strange expression on his face, and murmured curiously:

"That's impossible. Jia Qiang doesn't know martial arts at all. How could he kill Murhazi, a martial artist from the Jurchen tribe?"

Qiu Chen was slightly startled, the emperor didn't go to court for many years, yet he still knew the identity of Murhazi, which showed that the emperor was not as stupid as the outside rumors said.

"Your Majesty, Jia Qiang is not only proficient in martial arts, but also highly skilled in martial arts. I am afraid that it will be difficult to find anyone who can match him among the elite guards."

Zhu Yijun was startled when he heard the words, and suddenly smiled and said:

"I believe that Qiu Aiqing is definitely not just talking about it. She should have witnessed it with her own eyes before she can say it with certainty. I really didn't expect Jia Qiang to have such a strong martial arts."

Seeing Long Yan joyful, Qiu Chen cautiously asked:

"Then I dare to ask Your Majesty, what should I do with the case of Jia Qiang killing Murhazi?"

(End of this chapter)