The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 52 [052] Dong Ge's words contain murderous intent, Jia Rong covets Qiao Qingwen

Liu Xianglian responded softly: "Nurhachi is currently living in the A-character room of the Juxian Inn."

Jia Qiang sneered and said: "As expected of a generation of heroes, he is so courageous to live in the inn where his second brother was killed."

Liu Xianglian asked in a low voice: "Brother Qiang, should we also kill Nurhachi?"

Jia Qiang smiled lightly and said, "Brother Liu Shi is indeed my bosom friend, you want to go with me."

With that said, he turned his head to look at Bao Yong and asked:
"Vice Chief Bao, would you like to go with us?"

Bao Yong responded awe-inspiringly:
"Brother Qiang, you are my master, not to mention killing people, even if you let me go through fire and water, I am willing!"

Jia Qiang narrowed her eyes slightly, and said coldly:

"Okay! The day after tomorrow is the Laba Festival, so let's go kill Nurhachi together at midnight that day!"

On the other side, in the Xinglong Inn, which is a few hundred steps away from the Juxian Inn.

The warm winter afternoon sun fell on the windows through the clumps of needles of the pine trees, reflecting a wavering, dappled light and shadow.

A stunning beauty leaned against the window lattice, looking at the bustling street scene with people coming and going outside the window.

This woman's full name is "Yehenala-Buxiamala-Dongge" and her baby name is "Dongge". She is the princess of the Yehe Jurchen tribe and is known as the number one beauty of Jurchen.

She wears a golden velvet cap inlaid with white crystals, and she wears stone blue python and white fox armpit arrow sleeves, and her fingernails are painted with gold and silver, making her look dignified and magnificent, rich and powerful.

However, hatred and nostalgia shone in her eyes.

After standing still for a long time, Brother Dong withdrew his gaze from the window, walked to the table with a heavy heart, splashed ink, and wrote a poem with tears in his eyes:

"Die Lianhua: Difficult to erase yesterday's hatred
Guessing the word, the relationship between marriage and love is weak, and if you dare not think about it, you are afraid of worrying.

I'm used to watching the spring breeze and cloud momo.Burn the words and send them to the fireworks screen.

The rain fell amid the sound of Yingying.A kind of heartbreak, how can it be difficult to promise.

Relatively dusty without sustenance.I only know that this hatred is all because of yesterday. "

When writing the word "hate", her tears fell into the inkstone.

Brother Dong dipped in the ink mixed with his own tears, and tremblingly wrote the last few words.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

Brother Dong slammed the brush on the paper, not caring that the ink stained the words just written, walked quickly to the door, pulled the latch suddenly, and opened the door.

"Miss!" A servant girl stood outside and Da Qian'er saluted her.

"Come in and talk!"

Brother Dong let her into the house, closed the door casually, and fastened the bolt, appearing very cautious.

The maid stuck to Dong Ge's ear and whispered:

"Miss, ten archers from our tribe have just arrived, and they have ambushed around the Juxian Inn together with the original men."

Brother Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly:
"Okay, you inform them that at midnight the day after tomorrow, red and white fireworks will be launched into the sky together as a signal for action. At that time, all the ambushes will come out and assassinate Nurhachi!"

At the same time, in Rongguo Mansion.

Today is the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the New Year is approaching. Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng are busy with the New Year's affairs.

In the Ningguo Mansion across the street, Jia Zhen opened the ancestral hall, and ordered people to clean the ancestral hall, pack up the sacrificial tribute, and invite the "divine master", that is, the ancestral tablet.

In the main hall of the ancestral hall, the portrait of Ningrong Ergong was hung in preparation for ancestor worship.

Just when Jia Zhen was so busy that she was dizzy, Jia Rong ran over excitedly and said with a happy smile:

"Father, this year the emperor bestowed upon us Ningrong Second Mansion's spring festival reward, which is three times that of previous years!"

As he spoke, he ordered the servants to bring over six yellow cloth sacks.

On each pocket, there is a seal with the four characters "Emperor's grace forever bestowed" written on it.

On the back of the pocket is the imprint of the priest of the Ministry of Rites, with a line of small characters written: "Jia Yan, Duke of Ningguo, and Jia Yuan, Duke of Rongguo, are bestowed with gifts forever."

Jia Zhen took one of the yellow cloth bags, weighed it in her palm, opened it again, took a look inside, and said with a smile:
"There are almost 100 taels of gold in it. If it is converted into silver, there are also 1000 taels."

Jia Rong's eyes lit up, and she said with a smile:

"This year, the emperor really showed great favor to our Jia family. He actually gave us 600 taels of gold from the Ningrong Second Mansion!"

Jia Zhen stroked the goatee, thought for a while, and then figured out the key point:
The reason why the emperor rewarded Jia's family with so many spring sacrifices was actually because of Jia Qiang's face.

Thinking of this, Jia Zhen hesitated for a moment, and then said to Jia Rong:
"These six yellow cloth pockets need to be distributed in this way. We will keep two in Ningguo Mansion and send two to the old lady in Rongguo Mansion, and you will send the remaining two to Jia Qiang."

Jia Rong took a breath and asked curiously:
"Father, why did you give Brother Qiang 200 taels of gold alone?"

Jia Zhen glared at him, and reprimanded angrily:
"Why do you ask so many questions? If you are told to go, just go, stop talking nonsense!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jia Rong obediently agreed, and hurried to Rongguo Mansion with four yellow cloth bags.

Since the last time Jia Rong ran to Jia Mu and exposed the scandal between Jia Zhen and Qin Keqing, although Jia Zhen did not deal with Jia Rong on the surface, Jia Rong knew that Jia Zhen hated him in her heart, so he is now in Jia Zhen's house. In front of Jane, she became more cautious.

After about half a cup of tea, Jia Rong rushed to Luxue Temple in Rongguo Mansion.

When he crossed the bamboo bridge and saw Qingwen who was washing clothes by the lotus pond, his eyes were straightened, and he was so fascinated for a moment that he couldn't help it.

Jia Rong was feeling unhappy because Jia Zhen treated him harshly, and she was jealous that Jia Qiang got 200 taels of gold by herself.

Now seeing Qingwen, who is as beautiful as a fairy, Jia Rong's heart suddenly ran wild with evil fire, and she was so dazed that she walked quickly behind Qingwen, wanting to belittle her.

Qingwen was squatting by the lake, beating and washing bedding with a mallet, unaware that Jia Rong was approaching behind her step by step.

When Qingwen squatted down, the curves of her body appeared more exquisite, tight and graceful.

Jia Qiang was itchy and salivating, she bent down, bent her waist, and opened her arms to stick to Qingwen's back.

However, just when he was three or four steps away from Qingwen, he suddenly felt a burst of wind coming from behind.

"Whoosh-"

Before Jia Rong turned her head to look, she suddenly felt a chill in her crotch.

I saw a long gun almost brushing his crotch, passed between his legs from behind, and plunged into the mud in front of him.

The gun barrel, which was still trembling, swayed up and down, hitting his crotch.

Jia Rong's heart trembled, her eyes widened in fright, her mouth was tongue-tied, her hairs stood on end, and she peed from fright.

The two yellow cloth bags he was carrying came out of his hands and fell to the ground.

But he didn't dare to pick it up. He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe, as if he had turned into an ice sculpture.

Suddenly, he heard Jia Qiang's voice behind him:
"Brother Rong, what brought you here? What's your business in coming to me?"

(End of this chapter)