The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 40 [040] Jia Qiang wins the leader, Nurhachi enters Beijing
Jia Baoyu was the first to answer: "I think Sister Lin's poems are the best!"

Jia Tanchun joked with a smile: "Second brother, you are eccentric, and you only have sister Lin in your heart."

Lin Daiyu shoved Jia Tanchun's arm coquettishly, complaining:

"Third sister, why are you chewing maggots? Baoyu is your second elder brother, he must have you in his heart, how could it be only me?"

As she said that, Lin Daiyu secretly glanced at Jia Qiang, with a trace of panic and uneasiness in her eyes, as if she wanted to justify a few words, and she didn't want Jia Qiang to misunderstand her relationship with Baoyu, but she was too embarrassed to speak.

"Look, sister Lin is blushing, why are you still shy?" Wang Xifeng laughed and patted Lin Daiyu's shoulder.

Lin Daiyu flicked her sleeves, turned her face away, frowned her brows, and said in shame and indignation:

"Why is Lian's second sister-in-law also teasing me? You all come to make fun of me, are you ashamed? I don't care about you!"

Li Wan held her shoulders and comforted her:

"Okay, okay, our sister Lin has a thin skin, if anyone dares to make fun of you again, my sister-in-law will help you clean her up!"

Wang Xifeng took Sister Lin's hand with a playful smile, and joked:
"If I had known that there was a sister-in-law who would support you, how would my third sister and I dare to talk nonsense?"

Seeing the beauties chattering, Yingying Yanyan, Jia Qiang's lips slightly raised, no wonder Jia Baoyu likes to put on makeup, surrounded by so many beauties, it is really pleasing to the eye, it is an ultimate enjoyment.

Different female aromas are intertwined, penetrating into the heart and lungs through the nasal cavity, washing away Jia Qiang's soul, just like being slightly drunk with wine, refreshing and intoxicating.

At this time, Shi Xiangyun suddenly said:

"I think Sister Bao's poems are better. Although Sister Lin's poems are unique in terms of words, they are full of sadness and sadness, full of sadness and sadness, which makes people feel melancholy and depressing, but Sister Bao's poems are dignified and elegant. She has the demeanor of a lady."

Xue Baochai smiled modestly and said:

"Sister Yun's reputation is too high. In fact, my poems can only be regarded as quite satisfactory. They are not as delicate and graceful as sister Lin's poems, nor are they as bold as Brother Qiang's poems."

Li Wan looked around at the crowd and asked with a smile:

"Miss Bao is humble and polite, which is really rare. What do you think of Sister Yun's poems?"

At the same time, a convoy slowly entered Shenjing City under the escort of more than 80 Jurchen cavalry.

The leader has a long face, slender eyes, pointed eyes, a straight and big nose, dark skin, and a tall and strong figure. He is Nurhachi, the leader of the Jurchen tribe in Jianzhou.

He came to Shenjing City this time to offer tribute to Emperor Wanli.

"Father, where are we going to stay tonight?" asked a young man walking side by side.

A stern look flashed in Nurhachi's hanging eyes, and he said in a deep voice:
"Let's go to Juxian Inn, where your second uncle was killed. Huang Taiji, I order you to be responsible for finding out who killed your second uncle."

"Yes!" Huang Taiji generously agreed.

After about half a stick of incense, Nurhachi led the team to Juxian Inn.

He learned from the innkeeper that the second brother Murhazi lived in the A-character room on the second floor.

Therefore, Nurhachi also lived in the A-shaped room, and spent a lot of money to cover all the rooms in the entire inn.

After entering the A-character room and closing the door, Nurhachi murmured in awe:

"I have lived in this room during the few days when I came to Beijing to pay tribute, and it can be regarded as a memory and commemoration of my second brother."

Babutai next to him clasped his fists and said:
"Father Khan, don't worry, I will definitely assist myna to find out who killed my second uncle as soon as possible, and tear them into pieces!

Nurhachi lowered his voice and said angrily:

"Old Eight, Old Ninth, you have to remember that your grandfather and great-grandfather were both killed by the Ming army. We are at odds with Daming. Sooner or later we will send our troops into the pass and swallow up the Great Ming!"

Babu Tagong said:

"My child must keep it in mind! However, if we live in this Juxian Inn, I am worried that there will be assassins coming."

Dorgon snorted coldly and said:

"Ninth Brother, don't worry. This time, we brought twenty Sauron archers, and the rest of my subordinates are all Kung Fu masters who I have carefully selected. If any assassins dare to come to stroke the tiger's beard, they must be allowed No return!"

At the same time, in Luxue Nunnery.

Jia Tanchun laughed and said:
"Sister Yun's two poems are exquisitely conceived, open-minded and open-minded. In the time we only wrote one poem, she was able to write two poems in succession. She is really quick in writing. "

Xue Baochai held Shi Xiangyun's shoulders and praised:

"Sister Yun has a hero who expands her generosity, she really is like a poet."

Shi Xiangyun smiled heartily and said:

"No matter how heroic I am, I can't compare to the majestic, majestic and magnificent poems written by Brother Qiang. I recommend Brother Qiang's poems as the leader of this poetry meeting!"

Lin Daiyu echoed with a smile:
"I also agree that the poems of the sisters and Baoyu are too feminine and graceful. It is rare that Brother Qiang is there to write a masculine and domineering poem. Otherwise, the yin and yang will really decline."

Jia Baoyu smiled heartlessly and said:

"Since Sister Lin has said so, I will also recommend Brother Qiang's poems as the leader!"

Li Wan looked around at the crowd and said with a smile:
"Okay, since Baoyu and the sisters are so optimistic about Brother Qiang's poems, I announce that the leader of this poetry meeting is Jia Qiang. Miss Bao, Sister Lin, Sister Yun, Sister Tanchun and Baoyu are tied for second place."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone laughed.

Wang Xifeng patted Li Wan's shoulder and said with a smile:

"Sister-in-law, you really know how to be a human being. If a bowl of water is flat, no one will offend you!"

Li Wan laughed and said:

"Everyone wants to be happy when they get together. As long as I can make everyone laugh, I will be considered competent as the president."

As she said that, she turned her head to look at Jia Qiang, and joked:

"Brother Qiang, since you are the leader, you must be the host and treat us to a good meal."

Jia Qiang smiled brightly and said:

"Okay! After a few days, it will be the Laba Festival. I invite everyone to eat hot pot at Yuanyang Hot Pot Restaurant. How about it?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone clapped their hands and applauded.

Among the people present, except for Bao Daichai and Qingwen, none of them knew that Jia Qiang was the owner of Yuanyang Hot Pot Restaurant.

Jia Tanchun suddenly laughed and said:
"Brother Qiang, your room is too plain, we just chanted so many poems about white begonias, now it is the middle of winter, there are no white begonias, but it is the time for red plums to bloom.

I suggest that you can pick a few red plums and put them in a vase, which will add a lot of color to the Luxue Nunnery. "

Jia Qiang smiled lightly and said:

"Good idea, but I don't know where there are red plums?"

Xue Baochai laughed and said:
"When I passed by Changcui Nunnery yesterday, I saw several plum blossoms in the courtyard wall. They were blooming in pink and rosy, and they were as gorgeous as fire. You can go to Changcui Nunnery to pick some plum blossoms."

Jia Xichun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly sneered and said:
"It's a pity that Miaoyu lives in Changcui'an now. Although she looks extremely beautiful, she has a strange personality. I'm afraid she may not open the door for you."

When Jia Baoyu heard the interest, he asked with a smile:
"It's interesting, but I don't know how weird her character is?"

(End of this chapter)