The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 58 [058] Zhen Baoyu came to Jia's mansion, and Hai Qingtian got into the killing game by mistake?

Although Jia Baoyu hated Jia Qiang for taking away Sister Lin's heart, he didn't dare to lie in front of Jia's mother, so he had to tell the truth:
"It was written by Jia Qiang from the Ningguo Mansion."

Mother Jia praised:
"I didn't expect that Ningguo Mansion would have an amazingly talented junior! This is not only a blessing for Ningguo Mansion, but also a common honor for our Jia family and Ningrong Mansion!"

Jia Baoyu felt very uncomfortable, but he still said with a dry smile: "Yes, the old ancestor is right!"

Wang Xifeng didn't know that Jia Baoyu had regarded Jia Qiang as a rival in love, so she complimented her with a flattering smile:
"Jia Qiang is so promising, it's all thanks to the ancestors."

Mother Jia was slightly taken aback, and asked, "How do you say that?"

Wang Xifeng laughed and flattered:
"Naturally, Jia Qiang can become a famous calligrapher because of the good teaching of the ancestors."

When Jia Mu heard this, she burst into laughter:

"Okay, okay, well said! Feng girl's mouth looks like it has been smeared with honey, it's so sweet!"

Yuanyang smiled and asked:

"Old Ancestor, do you want to paste this pair of Spring Festival couplets on the door?"

Jia Mu laughed and said:

"This pair of Spring Festival couplets can be compared to the calligraphy of those famous calligraphers. It's a pity to paste it on the door of my bedroom. It's better to paste it at the door of Rongxi Hall. Just don't block the couplet plaque bestowed by the late emperor."

Yuanyang took the Spring Festival couplets and said with a smile:

"Okay, I'll find two young men to post Spring Festival couplets in Rongxi Hall."

After all, Yuanyang took the Spring Festival couplets and rushed to Rongxi Hall happily.

At this time, Lai Er, the general manager of the Rongguo Mansion, came in and bowed to Jia Mu:
"Reporting to our ancestors, Zhen Baoyu, son of the Zhen family in the south of the Yangtze River, personally brought people here to deliver New Year's gifts."

Mother Jia urged with a smile on her face:

"Invite him in quickly. The Zhen family is an old relative of our Jia family, so we must treat the young master of the Zhen family well."

When Zhen Baoyu walked in, the smiles on the corners of Jiamu's and Wang Xifeng's lips froze, and their eyes showed shock.

Jia Baoyu was even more stunned and amazed.

Unexpectedly, this Zhen Baoyu looked exactly like him.

Jia Mu cried out in a low voice:
"I'm nearly seventy years old, and I've experienced countless storms and waves, but I've never seen such a strange thing in my life. If my family Baoyu wasn't by my side, I would definitely have mistaken Mr. Zhen's family for my own child."

Wang Xifeng is slick and tactful, so she immediately smoothed things over with a smile:
"The ancestor will not admit his mistake. The Zhen family is the old relative of our Jia family, and Zhen Baoyu is also the grandson of your ancestor!"

Jia Mu suddenly woke up, giggled and said:
"Yes yes yes, Feng girl is right! Zhen Baoyu, good boy, come here quickly, let me take a closer look."

At this time, Zhen Baoyu was also shocked, froze on the spot, involuntarily met Jia Baoyu's eyes, and secretly sighed in his heart, it turned out that the rumors were true, the Jia family really had a son who looked exactly like him!

He didn't come back to his senses until Mother Jia called him.

Zhen Baoyu took a deep breath, calmed down, walked up to Jia Mu, and saluted:
"Zhen Baoyu met the ancestor!"

Mother Jia nodded again and again, smiled kindly and said:

"Okay, okay, what a good boy! Hurry up and prepare the banquet, and clean up Zhen Baoyu's life!"

Zhen Baoyu saluted again: "Thank you, ancestor!"

Jia Mu laughed and said:

"You're welcome, our two families are family friends. You don't have to be restrained when you come here, just treat this place as your own home. Later, let my good grandson Jia Baoyu accompany you around, and let other people in our house do the same. Surprised, I have seen you two real and fake Monkey Kings who look exactly the same."

After the joke was finished, everyone laughed along, regardless of whether the joke was funny or not.

Jia Baoyu exchanged a few words with Zhen Baoyu, the two had similar temperaments, and they talked very congenially, it seemed like old friends at first sight and hated seeing each other later.

Jia Baoyu led Zhen Baoyu to wander around the mansion. When he reached the Rongxi Hall, Zhen Baoyu's eyes suddenly lit up. He pointed to the Spring Festival couplets pasted on the door and exclaimed:
"Which calligrapher wrote this Spring Festival couplet? Not only are the characters as chic as Luan Piao Feng Ge, but also as strong as iron and silver hooks. Even if they are beautiful, they are nothing more than that."

When he heard the other party praise his rival in love, Jia Baoyu felt pimples in his heart, it was not a good feeling, but he still said the truth:
"This was written by Jia Qiang, the decent great-great-grandson of the Ningguo Mansion."

Zhen Baoyu praised:

"It turned out that after Ning Guogong, the Jia family actually had a famous calligrapher sitting in the town. It can be seen that the Jia family is worthy of being the home of poetry and calligraphy. The Ningrong Second Mansion is really full of talents!"

Jia Baoyu clasped his fists and laughed, "Brother Zhen Shi is overrated."

Zhen Baoyu said boldly:
"If Brother Jia can make the decision, can you sell me this Spring Festival couplet? I am willing to pay 100 taels, no, 1000 taels of silver!"

Jia Baoyu gasped, and almost exclaimed: My God! 1000 taels?Do you want to be so exaggerated?

Unknowingly, the shadow of the sun slanted to the west, and the twilight merged.

In the alley outside the west corner gate of Rongguo Mansion, there was a carriage parked, and the driver was Bao Yong in black clothes and trousers.

Jia Qiang held the Overlord Spear, and Liu Xianglian, who held the Mandarin Duck Sword, got into the carriage one after another.

Their actions were extremely secretive, but they were still seen by Chou Chen, who had been watching secretly.

Qiu Chen immediately led the concealed guards in disguise, and followed secretly from behind.

Bao Yong drove the carriage forward slowly, until he stopped in a secluded alley diagonally opposite Juxian Inn.

From this location, go forward a dozen steps, turn the corner of the street, and you will see the Juxian Inn across the road.

As the deputy commander of Jin Yiwei, Qiu Chen clearly remembered the geographical location of every street in Shenjing City. When he saw Jia Qiang's carriage stopped, he followed the direction of the horse's head and looked forward. Yi Lin.

According to the map of Shenjing City engraved in his mind, he knew that the Juxian Inn was not far ahead, and the last time Jia Qiang led someone to assassinate Nurhachi's second brother Murhaqi, it was in the Juxian Inn.

At that time, Qiu Chen reported to Emperor Wanli, but the emperor ordered him and his subordinates to keep their mouths shut, pretending that they did not see Jia Qiang leading the murder.

Qiu Chen is very curious, what is Jia Qiang's identity?Why didn't the emperor hold him accountable for the murder, but instead helped him cover it up?

But one thing is certain, Jia Qiang's identity must be extraordinary!
However, now that the evening drum is about to sound, Jia Qiang actually brought people to the vicinity of the Juxian Inn again.

What are they trying to do?
Qiu Chen didn't know that Nurhachi was currently living in the Class A room of Juxian Inn, but with years of investigation experience, Qiu Chen felt a very bad premonition:
Something might happen tonight!
At this moment, on the street in front of Juxian Inn, several ragged beggars were huddling in the corners of the street.

They squat, lie down or sit, but seldom stand. It's not that they don't want to stand up, but that they are so hungry that they can't stand for a long time.

On this severe winter night, they were homeless and could only hug each other to keep warm, but every night some people died of freezing and starvation.

Maybe they can no longer be called human beings, and their situation is not as good as that of a big family's dog.

But tonight, a savior came. In front of them, there was a civil servant wearing a black hat, commanding five or six yamen servants to distribute a few quilts to these beggars.

At the same time, in the A-shaped room on the second floor of the Juxian Inn, Nurhachi was standing in front of the window, looking down at the civil servant who was busy in the twilight through the gap in the half-covered curtains.

"Father, Mynah has led people to ambush outside the inn, but now Hai Rui is distributing quilts downstairs, if you go out now, I'm afraid he will recognize you." Babutai said very worriedly.

Nurhachi said in a dark voice:
"I can't wait any longer. Tonight, I have to take someone to arrest Brother Dong. If Hai Rui recognizes me, if necessary, I will kill him, his subordinates, and those beggars, so as not to cause trouble and delay the battle. "

(End of this chapter)